#she is soooo out of his league and i usually hate it when people say that

[greensaplinggrace]

every day i am reminded that anyanka deserved better. she deserved so much better. anya deserved better. can anybody hear me?! anyanka deserved better. anyanka deserved better. anyanka deserved better.

[lovelyhan]

— meet cute of the century (a teaser) ⟢

the last thing you expected when you volunteered at your city’s local animal shelter is to meet the hottest, clumsiest cat person in the world. now if only he’d just adopt one of them so you’d stop ogling him every time he drops by.

★ FEATURING; wonwoo x reader

★ WORD COUNT; 1.7k words

★ TAGS; meet cute, strangers to lovers, pining, some angst, smut (though this teaser is completely sfw!)

★ TAGS; mentions of accidents but it's not given much detail

★ NOTES; i'm back with my low quality wonwoo bf pics for my teaser headers hehe i am soooo excited to write the rest for this! honestly didn't think the teaser would end up this long but here we are :3c little heads up that some parts of this teaser could change in the full story, but nothing major plot-wise will be taken out. hope you like it!

this is part of the doting on you! series.

There are a handful of things that a college student can do with their free time. Studying, hanging out with friends, and maybe even picking up a hobby of sorts. You, on the other hand, use up all the hours you’re not spending on your undergrad thesis or sleeping the day away at an animal shelter just a few minutes away from your apartment. 

Your friends constantly wonder how you’re still able to maintain a remarkable GPA with a part-time job that’s starting to look full-time, but you just laugh their questions off for the most part—saying that other people have got it worse than you, but can still perform leagues better academically. 

You also tell them that most of your motivation comes from all the unadopted animals from the shelter. You started as a volunteer just to kill time on weekends when you’re free, but even if you knew better than to get attached to all those adorable faces, you eventually found yourself on the part-time employee roster anyways. 

Now you’re rushing to finish your degree so you can get a neat sugar mommy job that’ll let you afford to adopt everyone that’s been stuck in the shelter for nearly a year or more.

Okay, maybe not everyone because you’re no fool with a savior complex. But just enough to give a few furry friends a new home, right?

“Don’t look now,” your coworker, Mari whispers conspiratorially while you’re in the middle of snacking in the break room, “but that cutie you’ve been crushing on just walked inside. He’s checking out the cats out in the playroom as usual.”

Right. Apart from your altruistic dream of adopting as many animals as your financial capabilities can allow, there’s another reason you’re always looking forward to your shifts at the shelter. A reason that you’re a bit too embarrassed to let your friends know about.

You nearly choke on a potato chip when Mari breaks the news and she immediately laughs in your face. Glaring at her, you compose yourself with a long gulp of water before saying, “I do not have a crush on him.”

“Sure,” she plays along. “If you consider making googly eyes at the guy every time he drops by as ‘not having a crush on him’, then I’ll concur.” 

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t, sweetheart. Now get out there and sweet talk him into take one of the kittens home! Pretty sure he wants one if he’s been showing up as much as he did for the last two months.” 

While you would’ve argued that the so-called cutie you’ve been crushing on could just like seeing the cats play around in his free time, you don’t really have much energy to play mental gymnastics with Mari. You’ve had a long day of revisions and other nonsense materials you have to submit for your majors, so you’ll let this one slide.

Your workplace is as bleak as every other shelter you’ve seen a few times in your life. Gray walls, concrete floors, and steel cages stacked on top of each other. It looks more like a prison than anything, really, but it’s the staff and those kind-hearted souls who rehome animals that have long been abandoned that give the entire place some life.

While Mister Cutie That You’ve Been Quote-Unquote Crushing On doesn’t exactly fall into either of those categories, you like to think he still leaves the building just a touch colorful once he walks out of the front door. 

Speaking of color, he’s wearing a loose, dark green shirt that falls just below his elbows. Cutie—as you’ve deigned to call him not because you think he’s cute but because you’re yet to get his name—has one palm flattened across the viewing glass of the playroom. He’s wearing his usual black face mask today, but from the way his eyes glint behind his glasses, you’re just going to assume he’s having a good time just by watching the cats frolic inside.

“You’re here pretty late,” you state nonchalantly before standing a few feet away from him. 

“Is that so strange?” he murmurs with a chuckle, surprisingly not startled with your sudden entrance before glancing your way. “I always show up here at this hour, don’t I?”

God. No matter how many times you hear his voice, you just can’t get over how deep it is. But before any of your thoughts could show on your face, you get talking.

“True. You’ve sparked a debate among the volunteers about your line of work, actually.” Not exactly. You’re not sure if any of the volunteers have even seen this guy, since they mostly work day shifts. “Anyway, are you just here to check ‘em out or am I finally going to hand you the adoption papers?”

His eyes crinkle a bit before he shifts his gaze towards the playroom again. Most of the older cats have already been put back in their respective cages. All that’s left inside are the kittens with way too much energy to spare. The director, A.K.A., your boss, believes that it’s best to tire them out first before settling them into individual enclosures for the night. Keeps the place nice and quiet for the evening shift fellows like yourself.

“Not yet, sadly,” Cutie says with a sigh before pointing at one of the kittens huddled up in a corner. “That one’s new, isn’t it? I don’t think I’ve seen him around before.” 

“Her,” you correct. “Her name’s Hani. She’s a stray that someone from the university I’m attending brought in last week. It was pretty ugly, actually. Poor thing got into an accident and was bleeding everywhere. Good thing our usual vet was paying a visit when they came here.”

“Oh? That’s a relief then. No wonder she’s got a little limp every time she walks around,” he observes with a saddened tone. “But I digress. You mentioned you were attending university?”

…Okay, why’d the topic of interest suddenly shift to you? 

But since it’s a harmless enough question, you reply with, “Yeah. The one that’s just a few blocks away. It’s kinda why the person who found Hani brought her here instead of a vet clinic. The nearest one’s like half an hour away.”

“Good call, good call.” He nods with a look of understanding. “I hope someone comes and adopts her. She deserves all the love she can get. Well, everyone here does of course.” 

You flash him a conniving smile, raising your brows a few times. “You could give that to her.”

Cutie shakes his head with another low-pitched laugh. “As much as I’d love to, my…living conditions won’t be suitable for her at all. Or any of the other animals for the matter.”

“Hm?” You stare at him curiously. “Your landlord doesn’t allow pets or something?”

“Mmm… Not exactly.”

The conversation pretty much ends there. Cutie excuses himself—saying that someone is waiting for him at home. You don’t know why your heart deflates a little at the very real possibility that he has a significant other. Then again, if you’re this whipped when you haven’t even seen his face, you could only imagine how easy it would be for him to settle down with someone who has.

Either way, it’s none of your business. And correction: you’re not whipped. Just…hyper aware of his presence every time he stops by.

Despite the fact that you’re dead-set on filing away this strange fascination you have for the guy, however…

“Wait!”

Cutie turns around to face you with an inquisitive look. “Yes?”

You swallow thickly, deciding to just bite the bullet before your nerves get the best of you. “What’s your name? I can’t keep calling you Cu—I mean, Glasses Guy in my head whenever you pay us a visit.”

He blinks for a few seconds, obviously nonplussed by your forwardness but you don’t think your pride can take it anymore if you had to refer to him as—

“You can call me Woo,” he says warmly and you can almost see the smile that stretches behind that black face mask.

Shit. Did your heart just stutter?

“Mister Woo—”

“Just Woo is fine.”

“Okay, Woo,” you start, kind of liking the way that something that’s obviously a nickname rolls off the tongue, “just let me know if you ever want to take Hani home. We’re open twenty four-seven, as you already know.”

He nods. “Sure thing. Is it okay if I can get your number for that?”

Now you have to fight the urge to scowl at him after he’s been so nice to you all night—and every other night he’s dropped by. 

This guy isn’t flirting with you. He said it himself—someone’s waiting for him at home! Plus, he’s expressed consistent interest in adopting a kitten for himself a handful of times before. Maybe he just connected with Hani on a level that’s above the others. Enough to ask for your number since the possibility of him bringing one of these angels home is becoming more and more real. 

Yeah, that’s definitely the reason!

So you give it to him—hastily scrawled behind an old flier gathering dust in one of the drawers on the front desk. It’s way too big to write just yours and the shelter’s contact details on, but the other calling cards are nowhere in sight. You’ll have to ask Mari if she’s seen them once—

“Thanks. I’ll keep in touch,” Woo tells you while folding the sheet of paper into a sleek black Louis Vuitton wallet.

Wait a minute.

Before you can even seriously ponder about what job he’s got to be able to afford that, Woo is already out of the door—heading into the evening streets without once looking back. 

“Gosh, I swear that guy’s an idol in disguise or something.”

That’s the first thing that Mari tells you when you find her doing a few rounds among the sleeping dogs in the far back. You haven’t even spoken a single word about your most recent exchange. 

“What makes you think that?” 

“He just exudes idol vibes, y’know? Shows up here when the place is deserted. Always acts subtle and inconspicuous. Oh and not to mention how hot he looks even with a face mask on! He could be that one idol your little sister is crazy about.” 

You roll your eyes at her odd ways of deduction. “Mari, I’ve seen enough of Haewon’s Mingyu merch to last a lifetime and Woo definitely does not look like him.”

“Oh?” Your coworker perks up with a mischievous smile. “You finally got his name, huh?”

God. This is going to be a long shift.

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[raisedbythetv89]

Keith Mars in You think you know someone:

Veronica I am so shocked and disappointed that you’re acting weird and not at all welcoming to me dating the closest thing you have to a therapist from the school who’s been nothing but cruel to you! You’re usually so warm and welcoming to new people! And this one is gonna replace your still missing mother whose disappearance is still a mystery! And this woman is clearly extremely desperate for your acceptance and approval making literally everyone extremely uncomfortable with her desperate plays to gain favor with you putting all sorts of weird pressure on you and was careless enough to call the house and leave a message which is how you found out which isn’t traumatizing for you at all!!

Like bro forgot who his daughter was and what her life has been like for the last year for a whole episode.

And the way he yells at her??? calls her snotty and is basically all HOW DARE YOU and claiming they considered her feelings when they absolutely did not 😹 they kept springing Mrs. James on her first at work and then at her house where she was just by herself for Veronica to find?? Basically just being like BE COMFORT WITH THIS BECAUSE WE WANT YOU TO BE. Only to end things after all that! Making Veronica feel INCREDIBLY guilty and like it’s her fault for taking happiness away from her father when he is the one who handled things horribly just like he did with Lilly’s murder investigation.

I genuinely CANNOT listen to him interviewing jake and celeste 😭 he’s being SO WEIRD and creepy and uncomfortable. Like bro there are about a billion better ways to handle knowing they’re lying that aren’t terrorizing powerful successful suspected murderers who just lost their daughter 😭

The older I get the less and less I like Keith Mars and the more I connect his behavior to making Veronica’s life so much worse

The show is all about criticizing the wealthy elite yet Keith Mars every chance he gets is pushing Veronica to become one!! “Got to and ivy league school and get a high powered corporate job and never think about private investigation again in your perfect life”

First of all thinking her life will be perfect just because she has a well paying job is CLOWNERY. Her best friend was murdered and her alcoholic mother abandoned her in the same year and she lost all of her friends because of how poorly Keith went about investigating said murder AND she’s sa’s twice in the same night once by her ex she gets back together with and a future mass murderer. Those are not the usual childhood things to happen to a person and a high paying job isn’t what’s gonna magically make her happy and give her a good life. It’s so frustrating that we get “oh my god they care more about spring break business than saving lives that’s soooo fucked up” yet Keith is like YOU MUST PLAY THE CAPITALISM GAME AND WIN OR YOUR LIFE IS A FAILURE every chance he can.

And when he finds out she helped Duncan kidnap his daughter and he’s like “I wouldn’t survive if you went to jail or something happened to you” ummmmmm codependency with your child much???!!!!?!?! Again SO MUCH PRESSURE ON HER telling your child can’t live without them is so inappropriate on so many levels because you’re literally saying my well-being is tied to yours which is literally the definition of codependency. So he forms this codependent relationship with his daughter but then is sooo disappointed with her that she wants to stay in Neptune and work with him like the mixed messaging is INSANE.

And while I don’t really view Lilly as the good person the show paints her as she was really good for Veronica because she helped her push back against a very overbearing, overprotective father which is really important for childhood development.

It’s another reason I HATE the finale of season 4 so much. She is literally EXACTLY back where she started in season 4 including being overly dependent on her dad while losing the only person who she cared for more than pleasing her father because she knew he didn’t want her to be with Logan but she did anyway because it’s what she wanted. She didn’t want law school, she didn’t want New York, she didn’t want Piz. Those were all to make her dad happy after everything that went down at the end of season 3. The movie was her finally, after NINE YEARS forgiving herself or at least letting herself off the hook for her mistakes and letting herself live her life the way she wanted again. She lived a life she didn’t want for almost a DECADE purely to please her dad.

I mean the fact that she never tells her dad about being sa’d, especially after Lamb doesn’t believe her - not because she can’t talk about it but because she’s afraid of what he’ll do/how he’ll react - that’s BAD. That is a sign of TERRIBLE parenting mistakes that your child feels the need to protect you from the awful things that happen to them.

I still don’t hate Keith and I do enjoy their dynamic a lot of the time still but Oooooooh does he piss me off especially when he’s adding to Veronica’s guilt or burden, usually in a very hypocritical way.

[hotwings0203]

I feel like Dabi would be the type of dude who would bully you incessantly at the LOV and for the life of you you can’t figure out why. He’s always around you and making snarky comments or pulling your hair, trying to catch you messing up on missions. You’re sure he hates you, and you do well to stay out of his way, or sometimes when you feel bold you’ll offer a quip of your own. The bullying increases whenever you talk to other guys at the bar, especially when you make Tomura crack a smile, Dabi’s breathing down your neck the second your leader leaves, calling you terrible names and pushing past your boundaries.

Cw: language, nsfw, noncon, manga spoilers, some angst?

In a perfect world, Touya would not have been abandoned and rejected by his family. In a perfect world, Dabi would not exist, and Touya would be eating dinner with his family right now as he shows his little brother how to properly wield fire to its fullest extent.

But there was no such thing as a perfect world, and therefore Dabi did exist. And Dabi doesn’t care for anyone, or anything.

Or so he tells himself.

“Slut”

“Nothing but eye candy, and shitty eye candy at that”

It’s nothing you haven’t heard before, but it doesn’t make it any easier to ignore him

“What was that all about, huh? The fuck are you and crusty snickering about?”

Fed up with his continuous antics, you decide to mouth off a little too.

“Oh nothing, just talking about how adorable you and Hawks would make as a couple. And wipe that sneer off your face, it looks like some of your staples fell out of your mouth.”

It’s nothing too snarky, but in a second he’s shoving you in some dark room, forearm pinned against your throat as his hand is lit up with blue flames merely inches away from you, snarling in your face.

“You wanna be funny, bitch? I got jokes of my own too, why dont I show you what happens to dumb little girls who don’t know their fucking place? I think that would be real funny.”

But his hand is stopped from drawing near your wide eyes when you both hear Twice and Toga calling everyone for their next meeting.

He pushes you away from him, giving you a murderous look over his shoulder as he leaves the room, not paying mind to the way you slide down the wall in the dark.

You take extra precaution to try avoiding him for the next few days, not even making eye contact with him when you two get teamed up for tasks. He never mentions the room incident, if anything he acts as if it never happens. It’s like whiplash for you, he tries to weirdly talk to you more but all you offer him is mumbles and hums of agreement.

The conversation is never long, but it starts to be less talk of degrading you and more of begrudging questioning of what you’ve been up to. You never engage, opting to pretend like you never heard him, and strangely enough he leaves it be.

You give him a side eye one day as he joins you at the bar (much to your discontent), downing your glass just to fill another.

He says nothing as he slides into the stool right next to you, and pours a glass of whiskey for himself as well.

It’s awkwardly silent, you’re not sure if you should leave or not, but you’d be damned if you try to initiate small talk with this psycho.

But then, he speaks.

“Is Shigaraki sending you on the mission to get that UA kid?”

His gravely voice rumbles and cracks from his usual lack of use, and he clears his throat after he talks.

“No.”

“Oh.”

This is excruciating, you think to yourself as he mulls over the drink in his hand for a silent minute or two.

Toga calls you over thankfully at the exact same moment, and you breathe out an inaudible sigh of relief as you slip off the stool to join her.

“Wait-“ Dabi grabs your arm and you flinch out of instinct, expecting a slap or a burn to come from him.

He sees your reaction and shakes his head dismissively, letting you go and muttering a “Nevermind”. You don’t ponder over it as you trip over your own feet to join the eccentric blond.

A week passes, and then two. With each day you maneuver your way around him, request to be partnered up with different people in private, and busy yourself in random tasks. Every time you pass him by the bar he lifts his head from whatever he’s doing and tries to maintain eye contact with you, even going so far as to open his mouth to say or ask god-knows-what.

You try to ignore the foreign hopeful glint in his glacial eyes as you walk right past him, ducking your head as you do so.

It drives Dabi crazy.

He can’t handle any more rejection, he thought his family would be the last straw for him to ever want recognition or love validation from again. He wants to talk to you, to hear your voice as it snaps back with witty comebacks of your own that he secretly enjoys so much, even if it means he has to force it out of you with hateful words. He wants to feel your hair underneath his scarred hands, even if he has to mask the soft wanting of you in forms of yanking the strands. He wants nothing more than to see your eyes fill up with no other sight than him and think only of him, even if it means he has to corner you and scare you into submission.

But your silence is something he’s not used to.

Well, to be fair, you weren’t silent completely, but the only sentences he was hearing from you nowadays was when you were speaking to Shigaraki or the other League members.

You were the only idiot who didn’t notice the smoke curling from his nostrils and ears comically when he’d finally see you stop your stoic act just to open up to other men apart from him. Spinner, Twice, and Compress backed off almost immediately from talking to you for too long when they’d see the look on his face as he watched you surrounded by them, but Tomura would merely smirk from behind your shoulders and keep a level gaze with his subordinate, knowing fully well why he was so pissed off.

You began to notice the weird energy at the base soon after the rest of the men would keep curt conversations with you in comparison to your long talks about video games, sex, and life after you would all win the war.

So you thought it would be best to ask the most semi-normal person there that wasn’t fueled with testosterone and aggression.

“I just don’t get it, why are they all being weird? I mean, we all used to talk so much and now they just...try avoiding me. Except for Tomura of course, he’s still normal I guess. But he always has this smirk on his face when I’m with him and I can’t figure out why.”

Toga stops cleaning her blood-laced needle to give you a sly look, all fangs and glinting white.

“And Dabi?”

“What about him?”

She sits back on her haunches and cocks her head at you. “You really don’t know what’s happening here, do ya?”

“No,” you roll your eyes in exasperation. “But I’ll gladly take any theories here, since apparently I’m the only one who doesn’t get it.”

“He likes you.”

You gape at her for a moment and then burst out laughing.

“What? That’s crazy, he doesn’t like me, he hates me!” He can barely stand being in a room with me, all he does is talk shit and harass me.”

The blond curiously licks at a bead of red from the top of the weapon and you cringe when her own tongue rips from the sharp point.

“You say he can’t stand being in a room with you, so then why is it that he’s always there? He might talk shit, but he talks to you out of everyone else right? Regardless of if it’s something mean.”

You’re thoroughly flabbergasted. She had a point, but it was too much to wrap your head around. She cheerfully hums and gets up to flounce around the room, cleaning her already-tidy room up to a T.

“And that little silent treatment act you’re giving him isn’t helping either. I swear, Jin told me Dabi almost burned his mouth off that one day you, him and Spinner were talking about GTA. He totally cornered the poor guy and threatened his life if he didn’t stop talking to you.”

“You’re joking.”

“Am not. He wanted to do the same to Tomura but I figure he wants to keep his job, so he won’t. Doesnt make it any better for him when you’re all chummy with the one person Dabi can’t stand the most, though.”

No wonder your leader was so smug whenever you two were in the same room, your attention solely focused on him.

You run your hands down your face, moaning about the whole situation being fucked. It’s just your luck that you couldn’t take a clue, but to be fair, how could you? Being called worthless and a waste of space wasn’t exactly what you had in mind for flirty banter.

“Soooo what’re you gonna do now? I heard he’s gonna try talking to you for realsies like, tomorrow or something.”

“Tomorrow?” You yelp, jumping up to your feet. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I can’t face him!”

“Oops,” she giggles, twirling with outstretched arms around her room and falling down onto her bed.

“Oh god, I can’t do this. I don’t even know if I like him! He’s such an ass, and even when he tries to come off as normal he’s just so..unsettling. I don’t think I’ve ever had a good conversation with him.”

Toga props her elbow up to rest her chin on her hand, frowning in thought.

“Why not just tell him how you feel?”

You snort and fold your arms. “Yeah, because the psycho arsonist is really gonna take the word no well.”

“Hmm.. I see what you mean. Oh well, whatever you choose, I’ll support you!”

And with that she skips out of the room sing songing for Twice to make a clone for her.

You were fucked.

And sure enough, the next day he approaches you, hands stuffed in his pockets and an almost bored look on his face.

“Yo newbie, I gotta talk to you for a second. Come with me”.

You look blearily up at him through eye bags and mussed hair, a direct telling of your sleepless night. Your stomach drops when you hear his words, but you nod your head and take a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself of the speech you practiced till the sun rose.

No one else is bothering you both today, Shigaraki having gone to visit All For One and the rest of the League left to their own devices. It was something you weren’t so comfortable with, but you doubted a hero would come to save you.

He leads you through the short winding hallways, each step of his growing louder and heavier as the space started growing smaller. Finally, he reaches a dimly lit room and stops outside the door, gesturing for you to go in with a casual wave of his patched wrist.

“After you.”

You raise an unsure eyebrow at his uncharacteristic show of consideration, and do as he says. You’re sweating bullets, fists balled so that your nails are digging into your palms, and vision going in and out of focus as your eyes begin to adjust to your surroundings.

A loud bang pulls you out of your stupor, and you whip around at the sound.

Dabi is already staring back at you with lidded eyes, leaning his weight against the door, his arms crossing over each other.

You shift on both feet, picking at your nails nervously.

“So, what did you wanna talk about?”

He says nothing, but just observes you, his head slightly tilted as if you were some abstract art piece.

“Dabi.”

“You got a lot of nerve, y’know that?”

He pushes himself off the wall and advances slowly towards you, hands stuffed in his trench coat pockets.

You immediately back up with raised palms, sputtering indignantly at his offensive movements coming closer and closer. However you thought his ‘confession’ would go, this was most definitely not starting out like how you planned

“Excuse me? What’re you talking about-“

“I know what you’re doing. You think whoring yourself out to ol’ crusty and the rest of the guys here is gonna make everyone forget just how useless you actually are. What the fuck do you even do here? You fuck up half the missions which I have to come bail your ass out of, you constantly put us in jeopardy by being all friendly with everyone, and you can’t even keep your mouth shut when I need to let off a little steam, as I rightfully should.”

In a perfect world, Dabi would be the light of your eyes, the hero of your world. In a perfect world, Dabi would be able to hold your hand in his smooth one and tell you that he wants you so much that it impairs his rational judgement and makes him say things he doesn’t mean. He’d tell you that your presence is like a weight lifted off his chest, your presence means he doesn’t have to think or worry about the outside world, he just wants you all to himself without anyone interfering.

But this is not a perfect world, and Dabi is not a hero, but rather one of the worst villains.

So he does exactly what one does as a villain.

Instead of a loving look that he knows he’s incapable of, Dabi looks down into your horrified gaze as he traps you against the wall between his scarred arms, spewing misplaced venom at you.

“I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to chill out. First you go ballistic on me ‘cause I talked to Tomura for no reason, then you act all weird and quiet as if you’re some decent person, and now you think you can just bring me in here and tell me how worthless I am? Go fuck yourself, seriously.”

You scoff and make your way to push him but stop when he does what he did a couple weeks ago. You hold bated breath as he casually brings an inflamed hand to scratch at his face as if he can’t feel the hellfire emitting from it, and let out a whine of distress as he lowers his head mere inches from yours, lips almost touching.

“Stop talking to the rest of the guys,” he breaths. “Stop smiling, laughing, or going near anyone who isn’t me.”

You wonder if he knows how insane he sounds. He does, but that’s nothing he doesn’t know already. If anything, it solidifies in his mind that if he is to be as bad as the world has made him out to be, then he is acting exactly fit for the role.

“Why?”

“I don’t need to give sluts like you a reason. It should come as easy, right? What’s putting out for one more person?”

Your eyes are brimming with tears now, your stoic facade showing cracks as you sniffle a little bit.

He eats it up and groans watching salty rivers cascade down your cheeks. Suddenly, he feels as though he can no longer hold back anymore, he feels as though if he thinks for one more second he’ll combust.

So, acting on instinct, he surges forward and presses his lips against yours, swallowing your cries of distress and holding your hands above your head in midst of them frantically beating on his chest.

Your lips are so, so soft compared to his and it’s making him sink deeper into this instinctual daze. He puffs against your writhing lips as he thrusts his hot tongue in your mouth.

You try to bite him but when his hands heat up against your skin you resign to your fate and wail, allowing him to pull his hips flush against yours and start humping your thighs.

He draws back and bites your lips, teeth clacking against yours as he does so. You open your terrified eyes and blanch when you see the look on his face.

Lust is clearly drawn everywhere, from his blown pupils to his heaving chest, all the way to his flushed face and wild eyes. He looks as though he’s about to eat you alive and it’s appropriate that you feel like a lamb about to be slaughtered.

“Dabi, wait, please stop-“

But he cuts your pants off again in favor of slamming his hips against yours again and grinding impossibly hard on your legs, the friction of his jeans catching on your clothed cunt and forcing a mewl out of you.

“I’m not gonna stop. I’ve had enough of you teasing. You’re mine now, and if it takes burning our dear leader alive and this whole place down for you to understand that then I’ll fucking do it.”

He thought that terrorizing you would ease the empty feeling in his heart, that continuously berating you would force him to see you as what he always said you were, just another empty headed cunt. He thought that distancing himself from you and focusing on other things would make him forget about the soft feelings he longed to share with you, feelings he thought perished in the fire he was in when he was a young boy .

Even now, there is an ache in his chest as he hears you beg for him to stop, to let you go, that you’re sorry for whatever you did.

But this is not a perfect world, and not everyone gets their way in life.

You should really learn that, because Dabi already has.

And so Dabi will act accordingly to what life has put out before him .

[vivithefolle]

Hi Vivi, can you share some thoughts on the "Hermione deserves to be/should have married to XYZ because she is way too good for Ron" mentality of this fandom??

I’m gonna copy-paste a Quora answer of mine, because recycling is important!

Claiming that Ron is “out of Hermione’s league” is a statement rooted in sexism, classism and probably a bunch of other -isms.

It might seem like I’m just throwing buzz-words around but let me explain.

First off, the sexism.

Oh, the sexism.

As I’ve pointed it out in yet another one of my answers  (I’m so sorry for drowning you all in a plethora of links), Ron is very much a female-coded male character.

Ron is emotional, wears his heart on his sleeve, has anxieties and inadequacies, walks off in order to cool down, has a temper, puts other people before his needs, and pretty much adopts Harry when he rescues him in the second book. He’s the Heart of the Trio: he doesn’t rely on sole logic, he can believe something without proof, he is sensitive and thus is the easiest to hurt emotionally.

Whether you call it a “beta male”, a “wuss”, “defying gender roles” or a “soft boy” is your own business, but the core of it is that Ron doesn’t meet the standards for people’s vision of a “desirable” masculine figure.

The little things Ron quietly performs in the books - when he helps Harry into his pyjamas in Chamber of Secrets because Harry’s arm is bloop; when he’s worrying about Hermione’s whereabouts in Prisoner of Azkaban; when he helps Harry unwind after his visions in Goblet of Fire; when he puts food onto Harry’s plate and wakes him up from his nightmares in Order of the Phoenix; when he beams that Hermione was “perfect, obviously” when she passes her Apparition test - all those caring gestures don’t seem like much, but if you bother to think about it, they paint an enormous picture.

Who gets Hermione to stop overworking while making her feel good about her accomplishments? Who comforts Harry from his nightmares and cares for him in the dead of the night, when nobody is awake? Who makes sure his friends are healthy and happy? Who wards off the dark and depressing thoughts, be it with his fists or a joke?

It’s Ron.

When you think about it, “traditional masculinity” in Harry Potter is as much frowned upon as “traditional feminity” is - which sometimes bites Rowling in the butt when you remember how she obviously seems to consider that Hermione and Ginny are the only desirable kind of girls.

Vernon Dursley? The entrepreneur “king of the household” prejudiced suburbian middle-class Dad? Fits in the usual tropes of traditional masculinity.

Dudley Dursley? The typical “boys will be boys” spoiled middle-class only child who’s the apple of his parents’ eyes and even takes up boxing, as if he wasn’t traditionally masculine enough.

Draco Malfoy? See Dudley, but toss in “upper-class posh aristocrat bully who doesn’t like to get his hands dirty so he has henchmen do it for him because he’s too rich for this sh-t”, would remind you of a few Christian Greys or Gatsbys.

Dolores Umbridge? Oh no, cat pictures, decorative plates, talks to teens as if they’re babies and PINK, SO MUCH PINK!!! So disgustingly feminine!!

Rowling very much frowns upon traditional gender roles - with Molly Weasley being an exception because Rowling feels very strongly about being a mother, and relates to Molly a lot.

Right - so, being a beautiful mess of paradoxes and contradictions (a “soft boi” who also punches bullies in the face, a fussy mother-hen who swears like a sailor, a tall athlete with badass scars on his arms who’s nurturing and sweet; in short, a wonderfully human character), Ron is obviously going to be a polarizing character. You painfully relate to him and get defensive when he’s criticized, you feel his characterization hits a bit too close to home so you hate him, or you disregard him completely because you can’t see anything “special” about him…

Now, onto another very, very sexist point that is often made.

People say that Hermione “deserves better” than Ron, often claiming that they “aren’t intellectual equals”, then citing Harry (who is mistaken as being some sort of slumbering genius but honestly, the kid is really a bit daft) or Draco (since apparently, being rich must equal to being intelligent) or, god forbid, Snape (because he’s a teacher and teachers are meant to be clever).

Soooo, I could go the loooooong way and pull out all the receipts that prove that none of these characters are perfectly intellectually matched to Hermione…

Or I could go the long way and simply give you this: this obsession with finding an “intellectual equal” for Hermione reflects the mentality of “women are not allowed to be better at something than their husband”.

Yep.

A woman has to be all-around pretty good at everything, whereas a man has to be the absolute best in his area of greatest competence (surely better than any puny female!) with a help-meet there to compensate for his weaknesses. People are very, very uncomfortable when Ron and Hermione reverse this dynamic. Hermione is extremely intelligent and dedicated to intellectual pursuits, but is complete pants at things like self-care and people skills. Ron is bright enough to keep up with her and strong in her areas of weakness.

Even if Ron was as dumb as a sack of rocks (he’s not), his other virtues are more than enough to “justify” Hermione loving him. (Because she needs an excuse?) But no. A woman has to be with a man who outdoes her in her area of greatest strength. - credit to @lytefoot

People don’t want Hermione to be with a man who’s her “equal.” They want her to be with a man who can be The Man so she can know the contentment of being The Woman.

But, with this sexist line of thought, how do we justify how Ron is supposed to be such a bad match for Hermione? Because if it was just about mere sexism, Romione would surely be more popular. Imagine! Ron happily raising the children, being a house-husband and proud of it, while Hermione is out there fighting for justice in the wizarding world! What a power-couple, defying norms and gender roles and not being the least bit conscious of it, prime OTP material for sure! So why do people still want Hermione to put Harry, Draco, or god forbid², Snape in Ron’s place? Is this an irrational hatred of redheads? An Harmionian’s delirious wet dream? A failure to separate the actors from their characters?

It’s all this and, quite frankly, something more: the inherent classism that comes with Ron’s status as an explicitly working-class coded character.

I know, I know, “Vivian! Calm down with the buzzwords, you’re starting to sound like an online pretend-feminist magazine!”

Or “Come on, people who don’t ship Ron and Hermione together aren’t all sexist or classist!”

Of course, of course! I know that! I’m not implying that!

But some of the “reasons” why they claim that Ron and Hermione can’t work - are extremely classist in nature, that’s just it!

Come on, think about it! What are the Number Ones arguments people always pull against Ron? Or the most common Ron-bashing tropes (look at fanfics and watch the number of stories that use at least one of those)?

Ron is stupid/mediocre

Ron is lazy/useless

Ron resents his wife’s hard work/success

Ron is a homophobe

Ron is a drunkard

Ron (the big prude who at 16 had never kissed a girl and sees a first kiss as the prelude to a wedding) is massively oversexed and cheats on Hermione with anything that moves

Not only do these “reasons” completely ignore ALL OF RON’S CHARACTERIZATION - except for the “lazy” bit but come off it, all teenagers are lazy and Hermione’s the exception to the rule - but it matches perfectly with the negative stereotypes associated with working-class white men in fiction.

It’s also very funny to note how many (assumedly middle-class or financially secure) fans look down on Ron for being “whiny” or “greedy” when he expresses the desire to have money of his own, or blame his parents for “not knowing when to stop” or “being irresponsible”, or even look down on them for being “too proud to accept help”!! Also how shocked people are when Ron dares to stand up for himself when Hermione or Harry act badly towards him. How dare this country boy not listen to the wisdom of his social “betters”?

So, obviously, because our Heroine can’t go with a Nasty, Mediocre Working-Class Man, she must be paired off with someone of Proper Status: say, a Hero that was raised in a middle-class home and might be a bit psychologically damaged but it’s nothing all those gold coins in his vault can’t fix; or this Rich Posh Aristocrat who actively rooted for her death, he’s a little bit eccentric and has some exotic pet-names to call you, but I’m sure you’ll learn to love him and will unearth the gold coins in his bank account… I mean, the heart of gold that lies within the surface; oh, why not a Way Too Big An Age Difference Teacher if you’re looking for a “cultured man” who has zero things in common with you; we can also bring Convenient Plot Device Famous Rich Foreign Athlete if you want some diversity and you don’t feel original!

But we can’t - oh, we mustn’t let her be with this Terrible Working-Class Boy! His brothers are fine, they have money, they have jobs, so they’re obviously Not As Mediocre. But let our precious Hermione be with this Just-Got-Out-Of-School hooligan? She can’t possibly be in love with him! You’ll see darling, you’ll get bored eventually! He’s too mediocre for you, you deserve a man who outclasses you - I mean, who can provide for you! You’re a fragile little flower who scars people for life when she’s not happy with them, what makes you think that this boy can possibly handle you even though he’s done so for the past seven years?

You wanted it, you got it.

People are shallow, have misconceptions about Ron’s character that they are unwilling to correct or use classist and sexist arguments to try to make it so that either Ron is the Devil himself / Hermione is a higher kind of being that can only orgasm if sufficiently “intellectually stimulated” / what-have-you.

[yurissweettooth]

Yay For 10 Years!🎉🎉

*Psst, click the image for higher quality!*

I have zero shame in saying that this show (and all related media) has changed my whole life in so many ways! I’m also not shy about the fact that my heart belongs to Yuri (I think he's so cool!) so of course he was the obvious choice for who do draw and write a short, light hearted fic about (which you can read below the cut!)💚💙

I hope everyone has had a lot of fun on this day!

“Let’s see here… Kotetsu Kaburagi damage report… Kotetsu Kaburagi damage report… Kotetsu Kaburagi... damage report…” Yuri exhaled, massaging the bridge of his nose in exasperation as he leafed through a mountain of crinkled, coffee stained documents. It was of little to no surprise that the pile of paperwork that had been left on his desk while he was away on his lunch break could mostly be attributed to the more reckless half of Sternbild’s prized crime fighting duo. With  a sigh Yuri lifted the receiver of his phone, intending to politely  remind Tiger once again not to use his paperwork as a coaster. However,  before he could dial the number it had begun to ring.

“Justice department, Yuri Petrov speaking.” he answered, suppressing his annoyance and replacing it with his usual polite tone.

“Good afternoon Mr. Petrov, it’s Agnes. As you might be aware, today is the ten year anniversary of the Justice Tower’s remodeling.” She explained.

“Remodeling?”

“Yes. Ten years ago today all of the walls were repainted and appliances replaced to give it a more modern look to reflect a new era of Heroes.” She stated, as if that really explained anything at all.

“That is quite lovely to hear Ms. Joubert. The paint is, uh, a very nice color.” he stated politely, not even sparing a glance at the boring grey walls that surrounded him.

“Look, you don’t have to flatter me, I couldn’t care less about the paint color either. The sponsors are complaining that the returns on their investments are decreasing so we need to drum up some interest and we need to do it fast. Anything can be a reason to celebrate if you look at it right way, right? I mean, do you have any better ideas?”

“Ms. Joubert, I’m merely a judge… I apologize, but I don’t see what this has to do with me.”

“Yes, precisely! You’re a judge, bringer of justice, upholder of the law!” she passionately proclaimed “Apollon media stands for justice, as such it’s only natural that we feature a man of true justice like yourself..”

Yuri elicits a sound of smug approval and leans back in his chair “Well, I suppose when you word it in that way I may be able to see your point.”

“Fantastic! So, of course our main heroes are our star attraction, our second league heroes are a nice side dish, but you’re probably somewhere right below that when it comes to your importance in delivering justice. ”

“Oh… is that so?” Yuri asked as his briefly amused tone fell flat at her backhanded remark. Was she trying to insult him?

“Precisely.” she said as though she believed she had just bestowed upon him the complement of the century. “I was thinking, in a way you’re kind of like a minor hero yourself so maybe we could spin it as something like a ‘Meet Sternbild’s Hidden Heroes!’ segment. Of course we’ll save all the big questions for our real heroes but maybe at some point we could get your perspective on what you think of the decor of the tower and what it’s like to be a judge.”

As he began to feel the backs of his eyes grow warm he made the quick decision to end the call there before he lost his composure. “Agnes, you always have incredible ideas and I wish you all the best with pursuing that. Thank you for the information, I'll think it over. I’ll be returning to my paperwork now but please don’t hesitate to contact me again when you are in need of further assistance.”

“Oh, you're doing paperwork? In that case, this is actually a great opportunity. Stay put and act natural, I’ll be there in just a minute with the supplies and the film crew.” Agnes made a point of hanging up quickly before he even got the chance to protest.

Just as she’d promised, Agnes and her posse were barging into his office and shoving cameras in his face before he’d even been able to sign off on the first document. She wasted no time in bounding right up to his desk, turning towards the camera.

“Would you look at that, Sternbild’s very own Judge Yuri Petrov, hard at work as usual!” She gracefully spun around and held the microphone out to him “So tell us Yuri, what are you working on currently?”

He pursed his lips, just barely masking his disapproval. He had never been one for interviews, especially not while presenting simply as Judge Petrov, so he figured it best just to blurt out a few simple answers and get it over with quickly. “Well you see, Wild Tiger has again destroyed more property in one week than a group of delinquents could in their entire lifetime." He motioned to the papers in front of him "As you can see, I have a lot of damage reports that I need to-.”

It was rather frightening how suddenly Agnes was able to snap out of her charming, professional mode. “Hey! Take your job seriously!” she shouted, slamming her hands against his desk. “You’re supposed to say ‘Heh heh, I’m sure you would love to know but that’s confidential.’ and wink at the camera or something like that.”

“You’re right, my apologies." Yuri said. He tucked a lock of his hair behind his ears, shuffled his papers, and started again. Sorry, I can’t tell you what I’m working on as doing so would violate the code outlined in article 371 B of the Sternbild judic-”

“Ugh, forget it, moving on. Ahem, soooo Mr. Petrov, why don’t you tell us a little bit about what led you to become a judge and why serving justice is so important to you.”

“Ah, well that one is simple.” he said, putting on the vaguest semblance of a friendly smile “I believe that justice is important.”

Agnes nodded her head, the microphone still pointed at him for a moment longer. That is, until the moment passed without him saying anything else. “I-is that all?”

“I’m not sure what else can really be said on the topic.” he stated matter-of-factly.

“Jeez, who hired this guy…” she muttered. “Well, can you at least tell me what you think of the new penholders?”

“Aren’t these from ten years ago?”

“Well they’re newer to you because you only started working here just within the past two years.”

“Mm, I see… but couldn’t the same have been said for the pen holders that were here before the renovation if they were still here now? Does being new to me really make them new?”

Agnes lowered the microphone and gave him a look that would make even Lunatic tremble in fear. “Alright, I had hoped we could avoid it but you’ve left me no choice but to resort to plan B.”

The words “plan B” didn’t leave the most pleasant feeling in Yuri’s gut and, for a moment, he almost considered interjecting and asking to restart the interview. However, Agnes already had her mind made up and was knocking his paperwork and carefully arranged pens aside to make room for a large box displaying the company logo. She rifled through the contents, producing a large cupcake bearing red and green candles in the shape of the number ten among other various party related items.

“Bring it in.” Agnes motioned her crew closer to get a better shot as she rounded the corner of his desk and placed a large, blue and green party hat on his head, pressing it down to try and make it sit smoothly atop his curly hair. “You like these colors, right?” she asked, as if the colors were what might be wrong with this.

“Well, yes but…” he started, but she silenced him with a simple wave of her hand.

“Alright, great. Here, put this in your mouth.” she said, shoving a party blowout, rather reminiscent of Sky High's suit, towards his lips “Try not to get any lipstick on it, we need to reuse this for next year.”

“May I ask why you are making me do this?” Yuri asked, his resolve wavering.

“I’ve decided we’re doing a magazine interview instead. I’ll write out all of your answers for you, we just need a few photos of you to accompany them. Now, pretend like you’re having fun!” she reached back into the box, grabbed a handful of confetti, and sprinkled the colored paper over his head. “Cain, go go go!” she instructed, hoping not to have to waste all of their confetti on just one shoot.

Yuri complied, albeit begrudgingly, but only because it seemed to be the only way to put an end to this save for burning the place down. He gave her the smile she requested, posed with the cake, and shuffled his papers around a few more times to make it look like he had been working.

“Alright, that’s a wrap.” Agnes said at last “This should be enough to work with." She said as she began to pick what confetti she could from Yuri’s hair and place it back into the box.

“Ms. Joubert, I must ask, will something like this really be helpful to our image?” Yuri sighs.

Agnes closes up the box and sets it on the floor beside his desk.“Well, it will be interesting, that’s for sure.” she answered vaguely, “Thanks for your time, I think I can use what I got. I saw you eyeing it so you can keep the cake as compensation, just have the other stuff back to me by this evening.” She had already turned to leave before another thought popped into her head “Oh, and Yuri?”

Yuri, rather reluctantly, looked up with a questioning look. He prayed it wasn't another weird question or dumb photo idea.

“Maybe try to be a bit more cheerful sometimes, with an attitude like that people are going to start thinking you hate heroes or something. Plus, you actually look sort of pleasant when you’re smiling and having fun, even if you're just faking.” she shrugged. “Anyway, I’ll have a copy of the issue on your desk when it comes out.” she said, waving her crew after her and closing the door behind them.

Yuri, now alone in his trashed office, exhaled a sigh of relief at her departure. “I suppose the public wouldn’t be too pleased if they thought their judge hated heroes.” he remarks to himself as his glowing fingertips make contact with the candle wicks and set them alight. Once his hand had cooled he brushed it across the surface of his desk and collected the remaining confetti, repeating Agnes’s words from their phone call earlier about how anything can be a reason to celebrate. He took the stack of papers and shoved it into the bottom drawer of his desk. In a swift movement he sat back and tossed the confetti into the air above his head in celebration of ,what he just decided, was going to be a well deserved and much needed day off. As the scraps of paper rained down on him he recalled  her other words and smiled to himself.

[finallyaniguana]

Watch The Eyes: Paris [8]

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The next day at school was like every other. Marinette arrived only a few minutes before Mlle Bustier took roll, breathing heavily.

Alya shook her head at her best friend.

"At least you're on time," she sighed.

On the other side of the room, Lila was spewing lies as usual. She had failed to make good on her promise to turned all Marinette's against her, but she was still going strong with her tall tales.

"I really hope we win that trip to Gotham. It would mean so much to me! I have such good memories there," Lila was saying.

"Oh, yeah? Do tell," Alix requested, expression a careful neutral.

"Well... it's a bit of a secret. But, I can trust you all, right?" Lila giggled. "Okay, I'll let you in!"

Chloe was rolling her eyes next to Adrien. She caught his eye and shook her head.

That caught Marinette's interest.

'Is that secret that you've been lying to everyone and will now be moving to Gotham, never to be seen again?' she thought sarcastically.

"Bruce Wayne's youngest son, Damain, is actually my soulmate," she claimed.

Adrien raised his eyebrows incredulously from the front row. If she has a soulmate thats 'oh-so important to her', then why has she been hanging all over him?

"We decided to wait until after we graduated to be together of course. So we could find ourselves before really turning to each other," she went on.

Adrien slumped down. He may never be safe from her fawning.

Rose sighed, almost literal hearts in her eyes.

"That's soooooooo romantic! How did you guys meet?" she begged to know.

Lila pretended to be resistant to sharing her little story before sitting up straighter, gaining energy from everyone's attention like a sadistic leech.

"Well, when we were seven, my mother was stationed in the US. In Gotham. We met in the hotel lobby. While my mom and Mr. Wayne talked, of course he insisted I call him Bruce after, since we're practically family now, I spent time with his son. When I looked into his eyes for the first time... it was like a whole new world opened up," she forced a dreamy sigh.

Marinette had no idea how everyone was falling for this. She and Adrien made peripheral eye contact. He wiggled his eyebrows at her. She held back her laughter.

"I didn't even realize I was missing a color, but now I know I will never look at blue the same way again."

'You would have never looked at blue in the first place.'

Of course, Bruce Wayne kept a private household. No public pictures of the children still living with him. There was no way to prove that. Bruce Wayne had blue eyes and so did his first ward, Dick Grayson, judging by the tabloid pictures of the time (Marinette had done a bit of research on the family before even considering applying for this trip).

Mylene spoke next, "Do you have any pictures together? I bet you were so cute!"

Lila dramatically draped herself over the back of her bench.

"Sadly I can't show you. We made an agreement not to share photos of each other. Wouldn't want to paparazzi catching on, now would we?" she smiled, sugary sweet.

"You have to tell us about him!" Rose interjected.

Lila turned back to the petite blonde before looking off into the distance like she was having a dramatic flashback.

'I wonder if she's visualizing the lie.'

"He's just soooo sweet and affectionate! He's always holding my hand and writing me sweet notes and-"

At last Mlle Bustier entered the room, saving Marinette and Adrien from busting their sides from holding in laughter and Chloe from yacking up her gourmet breakfast from the front row.

"Class!" she buzzed with excitement. "I have a very important announcement to make!"

The hum of small voices quieted.

"I know you've all been anxiously awaiting news about the Wayne scholarship trip application! I can finally tell you the winning class. Thanks to the hard work of our class president," she gave Marinette a dazzling smile. "We have been selected to go on the trip to Gotham! We will be put up in a hotel, given a tour of Wayne Enterprises, and given an opportunity to sit in on Gotham Academy classes!"

The class practically exploded with sound. Alya grabbed her friends shoulder, shaking her.

"Girl! You did it! Oh my god, you did it!"

Marinette was practically glowing with praise over the next few hours.

After class that day everyone was congratulating her on her essay skills. Max even asked her for a copy to read on the plane. She happily told him she would print him a copy and bring it to him at the airport before their flight.

"Isn't this wonderful, Lila? You can finally go back to Gotham! Ooooooh! Maybe your soulmate could take you out for a super romantic dinner!" Rose squealed.

Lila was hiding her pained look. She honestly hadn't expected Marinette to win this competition. Now she just had to pray they didn't run into the subject of her lies because that would send her delicate house of cards crashing down.

"Well, I'm just lucky to have a soulmate. I know there are some people out there," she made eye contact with Marinette across the room. "that weren't meant to have a match."

Adrien scoffed next to her. He looked at Marinette with a slight annoyed look. He'd always hated it when Lila used that to try and make his Lady feel inferior. Marinette learned quickly to brush off the hurt after years of dealing with Chloe's bullshit. Not that Chloe hadn't made an effort. All it took was an ultra liar to see how bad it was to be a target.

Almost everyone in the class had a mark or some form of palpable sign that signified their other half was out there, if they hadn't already met their soulmate. Marinette and Lila were the only two in the class that had no sign (that she knew of) at all. Until now. Her soulmate was out there. He might have a tendency to fight superheroes in caves at six in the morning... but he was hers. Whoever he was.

They were set to fly out in two weeks. Two stressful, jam packed weeks. Principle Damocles had been in to give them a presentation on what he expected behavior wise and to congratulate them. Mlle. Bustier had been in contact with the Wayne representative and he had sent them a list of things to bring and what not to bring. They also received a base schedule so parents would have a general idea of where their children were during the day. Despite the stress, the time flew by.

All the preparations were being made, belongings packed.

The main issue for Adrien and Marinette was figuring out to get back to Paris if the need arises. Akuma attacks had declined over the last few years so it would most likely be okay. But to be safe, the two heroes went to see the Guardian. He provided them the horse miraculous for quick travel if they needed to be in Paris quickly.

They argued for over a half of an hour trying to decide who would hold onto Kaalki while in Gotham. Eventually they decided that Ladybug should hold onto it since she had the best strategies if needed in a pinch.

All three of them thought it would be quite unlikely that Hawkmoth would attack Paris while they were away. He had severely limited his activity to almost once a month. They weren't sure what the change was, but they were grateful nonetheless.

Everything was ready.

"Are you sure you have everything, sweetie?" her mother asked.

Her papa looked at her with admiration.

"I'm so proud of you, baby," he gushed.

"Yes, I'm sure. I must have double checked like a million times. I have my luggage, my carry on with my sketchbook, my phone," 'the horse miraculous,' "and Mlle Bustier has the plane tickets. That should be everything." She smiled at her parents.

"What about your dress base for the Wayne Gala?" her father reminded.

She lightly patted her red roller suitcase. She intended to buy fabrics in Gotham with her free time and finish it there. She was going to the gala in an MDC original, as was Alya. Marinette had already been making a gown for Alya to wear (and a tie and pocket square for Nino, if need be), just in case she was invited to any events due to her aspirations in reporting. She had also been intending to invite her best friend to the next event she attended with Jagged Stone. Marinette knew Alya would flip at the opportunity. She put the finishing touches on Alya's floor length gown last week, spending the following week doing as much as possible for hers so it could be done in time for the Gala.

They handed off a box of macarons to her to share with her classmates before boarding the plane. She popped the lid. They were based off Gotham's heroes. Her smiled tightened.

She thought back to her conversation with Alya.

"Alya. There are heroes in the US, right?" she asked, eyes serious and spine straight.

Her auburn hair whipped around and smacked herself in the face. She grinned really wide, not even noticing Marinette's out of character demeanor.

"Yeah! Alot of the Justice League has home cities in the US. Superman in Metropolis, The Flash in Central City, Green Arrow in Starling City, Green Lantern in Coast City! And of course! Batman is Gotham's Dark Knight. I could go on. What do you want to know?"

"Um..." she tried to broach the subject without being suspicious. "I saw a picture of a hero I didn't recognize. So, I assumed you would be able to tell me who he was."

Alya spread her hands out.

"You came to the right superhero fanatic! Show me."

"Oh, well I didn't save the photo... I saw it on a blog post on my desktop," she lied, wincing, the strange standoffish energy fading.

"That's okay. Describe him. I'm sure I can figure it out."

Marinette thought back to the man she met through her soulmates perspective.

"Black hair I think. Black suit and domino mask. Blue symbol thing on his lightweight armor chest plate? Staff? Like Chat Noir's I think... but not magic. His suit was built for agility not power," she provided.

The blogger thought for a moment. Her eyes lit up as she fell on an answer.

"That sounds like Nightwing. No superpowers but still really good. One of Batman's partners. Started out in Gotham but has been spotted pretty frequently in Blüdhaven. Were you doing more research on Gotham when you saw the picture?"

Nightwing...

"Are you sure, Alya?"

Her best friend smiled smugly at her. She whipped her phone out if her pocket and quickly typed something in. She flipped it around and showed her the search results. There he was.

"That's definitely him! Nightwing..." she trailed off.

"Yeah, girl. I know my stuff," Alya bragged.

"Okay, you said he was just one of Batman's partners. He has more?"

Alya huffed and blew a piece of stray hair out of her face.

"So, this was all pretty hush hush since Batman's clearly a very private person but there has been a couple different sidekicks and partners to cycle through, at least from what I can gather from different media sources. So there was the first Robin, then I think there was a second one... but... he fell off the radar. Since then there's been two more Robin's. You can tell because the costume changes every few years. There's also a few Batgirls out there."

"Okay... would you say any of them were... our age?" Marinette asked.

Alya looked at her friend, a strange smile on her face.

"The current Robin is probably pretty close. Why? You trying to talk to a superhero, girl?"

She back pedaled.

"No, no, no! I was just asking because of Ladybug and Chat Noir! So, they look our age! I just wanted to know if anyone in Gotham was too," she managed to come up with.

Alya looked like she was about to continue questioning her about why she wanted to know.

"You sure do know alot about superheroes... what do you do in your free time?" she tried for a humor redirection.

"Like you haven't had an obsession before. *cough* Adrien *cough*," she shot back.

"Um, no fair? I thought he was my soulmate so give me a break! And, in my defense he kind of is," she pouted.

"Oh, please. You did not think he was your soulmate. You wanted him to be your soulmate. Big difference."

She'd told Adrien about the switching, but not the circumstance. She had to figure out who he was before it got dangerous.

She shut the box again and smiled up at her parents.

"I'll call every night," she promised.

Just then, Adrien walked in. He was giving her a ride to the airport.

"Ready to go?" he asked.

"Yes! I'm ready!"

She kissed both her parents on the cheek before collecting the rest of her things and following Adrien out the door.

"I'll text you when we're boarding! I love you!"

They waved at her until she got into the car and drove away.

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[hadesglance]

All hail the new queen... - 26 (Hades Original Story)

You fought your way through the maze of the underworld to make a deal with the King…intrigued the lonely king listens…

Part One  Part Two  Part Three  Part Four  Part Five  Part Six Part Seven  Part Eight   Part Nine  Part Ten  Part Eleven Part Twelve  Part Thirteen  Part Fourteen  Part Fifteen  Part Sixteen Part Seventeen  Part Eighteen  Part Nineteen   Part Twenty  Part Twenty-One   Part Twenty-Two  Part Twenty-Three  Part Twenty-Four  Part Twenty-Five

I got really inspired, soooo yay double update!

Your eyes snapped open for the hundredth time that night. You couldn’t find any rest since Hades told you of the prophecy. Your mind raced over how many instances you could have triggered all of this…how if you had never been here maybe nothing would have happened.

You sighed throwing the covers off yourself frustrated. Stepping onto the cold floor you weighed your options feeling like you’d been here before. You walked the halls down to Hades room not bothering to knock as you walked in.

You crept in slowly to his bed wrapping your arms around him making him wake up slowly, “Y/N?”

“Hm…go back to sleep.” You whispered to him as he rolled over securing you into his arms.

“Everything okay?” He blinked a few times squaring himself off to you to better see your face.

You leaned into his hand as he brushed your hair out of your face, “Restless…”

“Still?” He frowned a little caressing your face with his thumb, “No one is blaming anyone at this point…there’s no meaning to it, and we’re going to find Media soon.”

“…yeah…” You sighed staring into his blue eyes. How did you end up here? The story was simple, but out of all the believers in the world desperate for something…how was it you that ended up here in the arms of Hades?”

“What is it?”  He stared at you obviously trying to figure out what was on your mind.

You simply smiled at him tightening your arm around him pressing your body against his, “I love you.”

“Yeah?” He quirked an eyebrow at you, “Why?”

“Why?” Yours shot up in surprise, “I…I believe it’s because you’re handsome…and loyal…and smart…and care so much about your family and…do I need to keep going?”

“Mm…no…” He leaned forward planting a kiss on your lips, “You sure know how to make god blush.”

You laughed a little, “I doubt it anything I say could really make you blush.”

“On the contrary…a beautiful woman climbs into my bed in the middle of the night and tells me she loves me.” He rested his forehead against yours, “I’d say that’s surprising and blush worthy.”

You sighed contently shutting your eyes, feeling completely secure in his embrace. You listened to him take breaths in and out in a soothing rhythm. You wished you could just stop time and stay right here.

“You know you can start in here.” Hades murmured as he began to drift off.

“Start?” You breathed against his neck.

He chuckled a little, “Yes…if it helps you get some sleep, you can always come to bed with me to begin with.”

“If we weren’t already living together, that would sound an awful like you asking me to move in.” You hunkered down next to him.

“Maybe you should…” You looked up to him cracking his eyes open, “move into my room…”

“You serious?” You stared at him amazed that you could be having such an easy ordinary conversation with him. With everything going on, it was almost surreal.

“Why not?” He smiled at you his eyes lighting up as he did, “We are technically married…”

You felt your face get red instantly. You’d just gotten to the boyfriend stage, but everyone kept saying wife. You had thought about it…you were okay with it…you thought.  

“Hey…if you don’t want to, it’s not a big deal.” He spoke softly when you fell silent on him.

“No…I mean…” You shut your eyes sighing, “I would not mind…in fact…I like the idea.”

“You do?” You nodded slowly before he went on, “But…”

“No but…” You shook your head as he stared at you, “What?”

“I’ve been around you long enough now to know that something is bothering you.” He propped himself up on his elbow letting his other hand caress your arm, “I also know you keep a lot to yourself because you don’t want to stress me out and I’ve told you numerous times that nothing you say will change anything.”

You pouted a little, “There isn’t anything and if there is I will let you know…but you need rest, especially with you having to go out and help search everyday…we should just go back to sleep.”

“Y/N…please talk to me.” God the look he was giving you would made you crazy. So much concern and love for you just oozing out of his eyes. It was wonderful.

“I promise I will if there is anything.” You smiled at him, “You know what I want right now though?”

“What?” He smiled as you inched closer to him.

“I think you already know the answer.” He chuckled as wrapped you up pulling you into a kiss.

Later you sat alone in the house absentmindedly throwing the ball for Cerberus out of the living room as you surfed the internet. Not going to school had left you free to figure out what to do…which meant nothing…

You surfed social networks, looked at videos, browsed stores…nothing really kept your interest long. You often found yourself looking out the large back window to the river. Hades had told you it was the Styx and what you were seeing was just an illusion.

“It’s important to see it. Any signs of trouble for the Underworld usually starts there.” He told you as he looked down at a book on his desk.

“Does trouble happen?” You looked back at him sitting at his desk. The window lined the entire back of the house so he could see it no matter what.

“Occasionally.” He wrote something down in the book before setting it aside and picking up a folder, “When a tragedy happens…the banks overflow and well its how shades are created. They need a new purpose, since their life ended before it was supposed to…so it’s a lot of work afterwards.”

“…has it happened recently?” He glanced up at you when you stepped up next to him.

“Um…yes.” He nodded glancing at the stack of folders on the corner of the desk, “Unfortunately.”

“Well, maybe I can help?” You tilted your head a little, “I could hand out assignments…”

He smiled at you turning his chair toward you, “I would like that, but it’s a little more complicated then just handing out details. You’d need to be able to traverse from realm to realm freely…”

“Ah…right…mortal means of travel only for this one…” You hung your head as he took your hands, “I just want to help. I hate that everyone is able to do something and I’m just…stuck here.”

“Hey, I will let you know as soon as you can do something.” He kissed your fingertips, “Until then, relax, you’ve been through a lot this last year. Maybe go visit your mom and your brother.”

Relax…sure thing. When people you cared about were out there looking for a psychotic goddess who was in league with your loved ones even more psychotic father…

You were brought back to what was in front of you when Cerberus dropped a slobbery ball on top of your hand. You made a face, “Cerby…really!”

He pawed at you giving you a goofy look making you laugh. You tossed the ball as your computer pinged letting you know that you had a new email. You watched Cerberus prance off after the ball before opening it up.

“Huh…” You read it over a few times. It was a letter from Professor Talbot reaching out about being a guest in class.

Hades looked at you over dinner when you told him about, “Do you think you’ll go?”

“I don’t know.” You held your wine glass in the air thinking, “Maybe…I did like his course, what little I went to. He seemed really open to talk about different perspectives and didn’t think I was off my rocker when I told him I believed in you all.”

“You should do it.” He told you after a while.

“I don’t know…I mean with everything going on…” You shook your head setting the glass down.

“Y/N, just because you’re part of my family now doesn’t mean you stop your life.” Hades reached over taking your hand, “I’m actually really worried that you’re shutting yourself off from the world because of us.”

“I’m not…I call my mom all the time.” You told him squeezing his hand, “And I text my brother…”

“You know what I mean.” He smirked at you a little, “You had friends and you liked riding your bike…go be a guest for the class…I’ll be here when you get home.”

You couldn’t imagine anyone being more supportive. That’s not true you could think of one, but he was likely in Elysium now with Papa. You really did need to go see your mom and Gigi more often.

A week later you were back in the classroom discussing your belief in Hellenism. The class asked a lot of question about rituals, sacrifices, and whether or not you danced around a fire naked. Of course, you answered them to the best of your ability, putting to rest a lot of the misconceptions. You told them that most of your family had converted to Christian Orthodox but retained a strong belief in the Hellenistic gods.

“How does that work? How can you believe in one thing and then something that completely opposes it?” A young freshman girl asked squinting at you.

“Uh…good question. I mean…my grandparents were very Hellenistic. They would pump it into every bedtime story and they were so superstitious. Since my father was raised that way it translated over, it was my mom who was more the Christian Orthodox.” You smiled at her, “We went to church, had communion…but uh…my parents never made me choose.”

“So…which is it?” Another student asked.

“Well, you know about a year ago I would have said Christian Orthodox, but I have had a bit of journey this year.” You told them leaning against the front desk, “At the end of the day I guess I believe in it all now, but I put my faith in only a certain few.”

“What ones?” You flushed a little as everyone stared at you expectantly.

“And that is all the time we have for today. Everyone join me in thanking Ms. Petrakis for being willing to share her beliefs.” Professor Talbot stepped next to you clapping his hands getting the rest of the class to join him. He assigned them all some work as they filed out.

You collected your jacket and helmet turning to him, “Professor Talbot, thank you for inviting me here today.”

“No, thank you for coming. I missed having you in class.” He smiled at you as he button up his suit coat, “I heard about what happened with your father…I’m sorry.”

You took a deep breath in nodded as pain hit your heart, “Thank you…”

“You seem to be fairing well.” You looked at him as he started collecting papers off his desk.

“I have a good support system around me. Not sure I’d make it without them.” You told him setting your helmet on a desk and zipped up your coat.

“I bet, having the whole of Olympus does make one feel comfortable I imagine.” You froze momentarily as he continued to pack up.

He turned around big smirk planted on his face. You felt your mouth go dry as his eyes pierced yours making you shiver, “Well…Hellenism has it’s perks that way…”

“Hm…you’re very bright.” He stepped toward you as you picked up your helmet, “I can see the appeal I suppose.”

Your heart thumped against your chest wildly as a tingling sensation filled your nose, “E-excuse me?”

“You’re a very hard person to kill, Ms. Petrakis.” He ran a hand through his hair, his handsome features disappearing turning into a dangerous look as you began taking steps away from him, “Then again I was relying on an incompetent youngling…”

You swallowed down the knot in your throat, “What did you do with Media?”

“I put her away.” He shrugged a little as if it was an everyday occurrence, “Along with a few others, not to worry…”

“W-what do you want from me?” You felt a tear fall down your face as you bumped into a desk.

He stepped right up to you, taking your chin in between his finger and thumb gently with care, “Media, already told you what I wanted. I want you to break Hades’ heart. Shatter it…send him spiraling down the rabbit hole back where he belongs…”

“He’s your son…how can you-ah!” His grip tightened quickly silencing you.

“He…is a tool…one I intend to reforge to use for my purpose and believe me…” He leaned in right next to your face, “if you don’t do exactly as I say…you will watch him destroy everything you love and hold dear once I have ahold of him.”

He let go of you standing up straight giving you a smile, “Have a good day, Ms. Petrakis. Thank you again for your wonderful presentation.”

When he finally left, everything seemed to catch up with you. You grabbed your helmet running for the bathroom into a stall getting sick several times before collapsing into a sobbing mess. You could feel your arm burning and soon your phone was ringing.

You pulled it out seeing Hades’ number. You answered it letting out another sob, “Ha-hades…don’t come here…you can’t come here…”

“Y/N, what’s wrong.” Hades looked at Poseidon as his hand went to his chest feeling distress, “Calm down and tell me what’s happening.”

“Cronus…he’s here…I don’t know how but he’s here.” You shuddered pulling your knees closer to yourself as tears soaked into your jeans, “H-he did something to Media…and I think someone else…”

“I’m coming to get you.” He turned from Poseidon who had already summoned his trident. Your immediate protest made him pause, “Y/N, you’re not safe there…”

“I-I’ll go…I just…” You took in a deep breath, “I just need a minute. I’m okay.”

“You’re not…” You could hear his fear through the phone, “You’re not okay…let me come to you.”

“No…that’s what he wants…” You sniffed putting your hand to your chest, “He wants you.”

Hades felt his world drop from under him. After all this time locked away in the darkest depths of this world, his hatred for Hades still existed.

Hades cleared his throat, “Go straight home. I will meet you there.”

[dbphantom]

Canon: Zane Flynt fucks

Me: haha u know what this means ;))))

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Me: merfolk glamour time

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Alright but for real tho u wanna see how deep I am in this fucking universe? Lego

I don't even know where to begin with this universe (Zer0 is an alien! Hammerlock is a werewolf! Troy is psychic! Tannis is a skag! Wait, no, wrong shitpost...) so imma open the 140 page document and start from the beginning

Annnnd Clay! Junpai-7.

When Zane meets Clay for the first time he mentions they did a smuggling job together on Junpai-7, u know, the water planet, so obviously this is good news (This made me super happy because my discord channel's name had been the junpai-7 moon pool for a while so I was like 'holy shit it's canon now' :') )

Timeline wise this isn't the beginning, but I don't write in chronological order and I don't order anything in chronological order, either, so. Eh.

Speaking of chronological order, I once got a line where Zane was like exclaiming something and used the moon instead of idk a god or powerful figure or smth and I was like 'lmao that's canon now'

So the moon... Elpis fucking got yeeted halfway across the galaxy or smth, and, considering we've seen (more) ocean on Pandora in 3 instead of just, like, Liars Berg (getting to THAT) or Tretchers landing, I feel bad for the tides. But that's good news for everyone else. Unless you were on Elpis, I guess.

Also hoh boy the 'end' of the game where Troy Phaselocks the moon was fun to write (it actually wasn't, I lowkey hate writing Moonstruck phases because... It hurts and I can't do it well.) also can we talk about how in tps the psychos are called Moonstrucks in tvhm because this makes me so happy. I really hope they did that intentionally considering H2O is an Australian show because my two favorite things combined can and will kill me. Wait actually the Troy boss fight is gonna be hilarious to write mostly because of that one attack with the tidal waves lol oh no

Also, also, also, you guys it's only explained in a guide book and never actually in-game as to why Captain's ship is Like That (TM) so I took some liberties and uhhh blame the Crackening. I mean the crackening happened after dahl pulled out of Pandora/Elpis so it works. It sorta works. It mostly works. Fuck. It works okay? shut. That's why Liars Berg is all frozen ocean [shoves 3 page essay about climate change on Pandora into the trash] don't need that anymore.

I was gonna talk about smth else

Oh yeah

Mostly brain freeze and trick of the light. That one meme video I made of Tannis and the Flynt Brothers imposed over that one clip of H2O (so let me get this straight: you freeze things, you explode things, and you boil things) wasn't just for laughs, it was actually a warning.

Each Flynt has a thing and Zane's is ice, Baron's is explosions, and Captain's is fire. (Glorious cleansing fire) Because it fits. It fits so well. I will say right off the bat that Mako Mermaids isn't my canon. I lowkey want to write out Charlotte as well (lol) because I've seen the 2nd season so many times and tbh I much prefer them having 1 really strong power over having 3+ really weak powers. Also Charlotte did nothing wrong in the first half of that season. Cleo was just a bitch to her. And Mako Mermaids is just. Not great on the power side of things. You can TURN INVISIBLE. USE IT. Soooo. (also cam got destroyed in s1 and I'm so glad they ended up making him work in s2 and 3. Because he deserved better and Zac was a terrible friend to him and only got away with it because he's a main character). /rant sorry I have so many feelings about these shows. Grew up with them soooooo.

And if ur wondering why I brought up trick of the light it's cause the 13th year exists and that movie was bopping. U guys remember Jess? Good times... Tuba pool scene is iconic. U know the one. I would also bring up aquamarine but ngl that movie was weaksauce comparatively. They hid that bitch in a water tower and iunno talked to earrings. Meanwhile in the 13th year they bring Jess back from the fucking dead and climb on walls like Spiderman. Clearly one is superior.

"but cruddy Aurelia has ice powers too and she's not a mermaid" no she's a werewolf like her brother we already went over that. Did u think I was kidding? No! I'm never kidding unless I am and I fucking love werewolves so I'd never kid about that. I love werewolves and I love Hammerlock and it's perfect I just love the idea of this gentlemanly hunter being a werewolf because I want to see a giant hulking monster being all proper and shit. They're just really cool. Werewolves > vampires and ngl I'm sad skyrim screwed over werewolves with the dawnguard dlc. Anyway Aurelia's ice powers are nanobots as explained in-game and listen I already lore-scienced this okay? Let me say it's amazing the things science is capable of when it thinks it's trying to beat out a competitor and doesn't realize non-Siren magic exists. Even better now that we know Sirens are not Eridian and actually existed before Eridians. Makes me giddy to think about. The universe is tearing me APART Lisa.

Oh speaking of, can we talk about the witch's brew quest on eden-6 because holy shit I had been writing Hiromi and her fascination with discovering all the secret circles long before the game came out and then learning about the group of witches and The Pact (TM) made me lose my shit because 'oh my god it's actually canon now'. We're on the canon path nowwwww. Soon. I hope we get a water planet dlc. I wants it, GB, I wants it.

Also I was totally gonna write a clip in the main story of the game (because I write a lot of backstory stuff if you can't tell, I only have like 3 scenes that take place during the events of the game and like 4 that are speculatory from before the game came out (including a scene from before I realized Troy was Like That but I edited it so he's more in-line and also has Maya's powers now so that's... Hm. In line with the storyline somewhere, but not an actual scene in the games story. Because its not possible with how the game does things (seperating Vault Hunters) I suppose I could just insert a 5th Vault somewhere and say it's the 4th Vault connected to the Machine (with nekrotefeyo's being the 5th). Fuck it.) and then 9,000 are backstory) where Hiromi comes back after like decades of the two not seeing each other and she's been hired to assassinate Zane by one of the many corporations looking for his corpse for a multitude of reasons (And Emma and Nino are both d e a d a s f, you know, for context). And like Barnabas (ya old bastard) Zane is still joking around and just having a grand old time catching up with his black ops buddy meanwhile she had just tried to blow his brains out (she's a sniper) and got pretty damn close. She's not even amused because of her psychic powers so she's just like 'ok' every time he opens his mouth because she already knows what he's going to say she's mostly just frustrated that she missed because she thought she knew him well enough to go off instead of just listening to her intuition but alas people change after, like, 3 decades of not seeing them.

Oh since we're talking about Hiromi that reminds me why Zane wears the black suit. In my non-h2o universe it's because it looks cool and provides some protection from dots. In the H2Oniverse it is because it's waterproof. Okay wait hang on context so Hiromi doesn't like take off his suit or anything, she's extremely gay and not interested, because I realize now how that sounds me relating Hiromi to the clothes, they just get into an argument about how Sirens don't have to follow any arbitrary rules to hide their magic and how it's easier to hide magic without giant glowing tattoos (and mind you this is before Zane even knows Tannis exists though he does immediately know she's a Siren and that's a whole nother can of worms) and hr's like 'I wear a bodysuit for most of my waking hours, so I am pretty sure they can try wearing long sleeved shirts and makeup for a day. Just a suggestion' but like way more in character (and for the scene) because do I sound like I'm in character right now? I'm not. I'm me. And God what a terrible thing to be.

So context for the context: ~magic is real~. If you've got it then you can usually tell who else has it if you're looking. It's especially clear if they're 'similar' to you (if ur a werewolf and u meet another werewolf then you sorta just know they're a werewolf) or if you're psychic (like Hiromi) then you can make some informed guesses. Like. Same Hat? Same Hat!!! Sirens are basically such powerful magic users that they are in literally a whole nother ball park. They're leagues above everyone else. Kill you just by looking at you sort of deal. So sirens normally don't feel other magic because their own magic is so strong it just 'overwrites' the other signals. You know, to not only explain why Lilith isn't immediately like 'who the fuck are you' to Zane and also how Amara couldn't tell Tannis is a Siren. I had a whole thing with Troy (who is psychic) being able to tell Zane had magic despite being near 4 Sirens at once because Troy grew up with Tyreen always at his side so he's used to it and knows how to look through it. Meanwhile Hiromi is basically incapacitated when she's near a Siren because she gets overwhelmed because her powers make it easier for her to read other people's magic.

Oh, context, the black ops outfit worked with Atlas for a short time (the group being Zane, Hiromi, Emma, and Nino. Emma is the yeehaw captain. She's the leader) and ended up meeting Steele for a little bit. Hiromi was just dead the entire meeting, Zane was totally out of it, and Emma and Nino were too busy eyefucking to really care that there was a Siren in the room so. Just imagine one person lying face down on the floor and crying, another staring at the wall without blinking, two undressing each other with their eyes, and then Cmdt. Steele standing in the middle like 'how the fuck did I get here'.

So that was everyone's first experience with a Siren.

There are more but ehhhh I'm tired and I mostly wrote this because I wanted to talk about it with someone else but they haven't read the whole thing yet so now I can scream into the void about it and not feel like I'm bothering them.

Hooray!

[thedormdietitian]

How I Went to Grad School Without ANY Student Loans

Hi everyone!

Happy Thursday! I’m back, for this random yet important post. There was a YouTube video put out by a popular user who was basically crying about how she was in so much debt, all from student loans. I am extremely grateful to say that I do not have any student loan debt, and I wanted to share some things with everyone about how and why now that I’ve graduated from grad school, debt-free. And remember, I’m a dietitian, not a financial expert ;) And I’m also not some holier-than-thou-look-I-don’t-have-loans betch, I’m just trying to help you.

For undergrad and/or grad school:

-If you have the opportunity to live at home, DO IT. I am beyond thankful that my parents are the best people on this planet and allowed me to live at home for both undergrad (with the exception of my freshman year, since I went to a different school 2+ hours away from home that year, and hence the name of this blog) and grad school. Is it what all the cool kids do? Nope. But thankfully I had that opportunity and it saved soooo much money. Plus I actually liked it (helloooo homecooked meals, my puppies, and non-community bathrooms). Dorms and apartments around where my school was were ridiculously expensive, so that alone saved at least $30k when considering all the years. But obviously if you go to school out of state, that’s not an option. So listen to my other ideas ;)

-There needs to be at least a few sacrifices. For example, I never studied abroad, which probably makes me exceptionally lame in millennial culture but again, it saved me a ton of money. Although I was butthurt about it initially (like whyyyy am I the only person my age on all of Instagram who hasn’t been to Rome?!), I’m glad that I saved that time to graduate early, and besides, I’m sure Europe is more fun when studying isn’t involved. I’m not denying you cultural experiences and all that, but maybe save it for a time where you can actually pay for it (because yes, a euro is actual money).  Or if you must dip your toe in a different culture, nix the Netflix account or stop eating out so much.

-Try to work. I know school is really freakin’ stressful and all that, but if you can snag a part time job or a nannying gig, do it. Yeah, most of my Friday nights were spent with people under the age of 10, but whatever. Or try to get a job at school, I was a teaching assistant and learned a ton while making money (and I was already there, so yay for no commute!).

-Look for scholarships e v e r y w h e r e. It’s practically free money! The essays might be annoying but that was how I paid for all of grad school. Sometimes your school might have their own scholarships, so go for those too!

-State school is (usually) the way to go. I’ve gotten a lot of crap for going to a “state school” and I totally had my heart set on a private school out of state, but for the most part, I’m glad I stayed in-state (if I went there, I’d likely be the person on YouTube crying about my loans). Not perfect by any means, but looking back financially, it was a smart choice. And the field I’m in isn’t super into where you went to school, which helps. However, if your field is wanting to only hire Ivy League grads, you do whatcha need to do. Or if you get a ton of scholarships for your dream school, GO, for goodness sake.

-Pick a major that will make you a decent living and minor in what you love. Please don’t be that poor sap who majors in underwater gender art studies and then complains when they can’t find a job. That’s just how the world works, so make sure you can find a job that will cover your bases and assets. Be creative on the weekends.

-If you’re still in high school, sign up for all the dual enrollment and take all the AP classes you can. I got to graduate a whole year early from undergrad because of this, and it saved an entire year of tuition/gas/stress-induced online shopping purchases.

If you have to do loans, that’s totally understandable and I know some people have to (and I might be going back to school in the future, and will most definitely be doing loans for what it’s for. But that’s another day, another blog post). But please:

-STAHP using your loan money for alcohol/a trip to Cabo/a bigger apartment/that really cute headboard. I have a friend who is $250k in debt for just undergrad because she took out extra loans for a bunch of extremely unnecessary stuff. Don’t do that! Your 40 year old self is going to hate you!

-Do your research. Talk to banks, read articles, make sure you know exactly what you are getting into. Don’t sign your life away like you’re The Little Mermaid.

So that’s my advice! Anyone else have tips for reducing or avoiding student loans?

xoxo,

The Dorm Dietitian

^who, as of yesterday, is officially a dietitian!!!

[writing-yj]

Kid Flash x Reader: Petals of Unrequited Love~Hanahaki Disease

A/n: I found this prompt/AU(?) on @loudmouthwally ‘s blog and I was GREATLY inspired by it! You should definitely go read what they wrote about Hanahaki Disease for the Batboys and other DC characters!

Get ready to cry, because I almost did.

“Hanahaki disease is an illness borne of one-sided love, causing flowers form and grow in the lungs of the unrequited, the petals coughed up with increasing frequency. If the love is not returned, the flowers filling the patients chest will eventually prove fatal.”

It was getting harder to hide it from your beloved team as it slowly got worse. The pink cherry blossom petals were coming out more and more frequently, and it was hard to not cough. You had a job to do; protect those who can’t protect themselves. You stopped considering yourself a priority a long time ago.

     It hurt, knowing that he didn’t love you back. Even more so when you saw him love someone else. He saw you as a friend, and nothing more. The moment the first petal came from your mouth, you knew you were going to die. Hell, you kind of expected it the moment you fell for the boy in question.

     For the past few weeks, you were slowly shutting everyone out, disconnecting yourself from the team. Unless you were on a mission, you kept all interaction to a minimum. You didn’t want your friends to know that you fell victim to Hanahaki Disease. Not even the adult heroes knew about it.

     Anyone would find out if they went into your room. There were some petals on the floor, on the dresser, a few in your bed, and the trashcan was overflowing with them. They would want to help you, to get him to fall in love with you, but it wouldn’t work. He was in love with someone else.

     One time you were on a mission and you accidentally encountered Poison Ivy, alone. She was about to kill you when you coughed. Ivy watched in horror as the petals floated to the ground, and she let you go without a second thought. It was hard to comprehend why, but sometimes you wished she did take your life that night. That way, you wouldn’t have to hide it anymore.

You were holed up in your room again, but you were uncontrollably coughing up petals. It was exceedingly difficult to breathe normally, and you tried with all your might to stop. Petals literally surrounded you, and you felt your body go weak when you were done. Hacking fits took the energy out of anyone, but more from you as the flowers grew more and more.

     Your phone beeped; a message from Wally.

The Wallster: Batman’s on his way to give us a mission, and it is my sole duty to get you out of your room to socialize before we go. Soooo, come on out before I come get you ;D

     In that moment, you knew you couldn’t keep your secret anymore. You weren’t ever going to go on a mission again. You couldn’t use your skills for anything good from now on. Your life as a junior hero was essentially over.

(Y/n): Fine, I’ll be out in a minute. You know I hate being on your back when you’re speeding around :)

     You added the emoji to make it seem like you were okay when you really weren’t. You allowed your body another coughing session before you shuffled out your door. Not before you threw the petals back inside, of course.

     You walked as slow as you possibly could to prevent the inevitable. What were you going to say? What were they going to say? What was Batman going to do? Your final days were drawing near with every breath. At the time, passing without them knowing you had Hanahaki Disease seemed better than telling them sooner. No one would fret over you, no one would pity you, and no one could tell you what you were and weren’t able to do.

     When you saw them standing in front of the computer, waiting for you, it was hard to look at them. You looked unwell anyway, as if you had a simple stomach bug. So they were bound to ask, and bound to find out.

     “There you are, (Y/n)!” Wally exclaimed and he ran to hug you. “I was about to come get you!” He was like a brother to you; the closest friend you had on the team. The fact that you would be leaving him and your friends behind was like a knife to the heart.

     “Sorry,” you paused to hold in another cough. “I had to get my stuff together.” You gestured to your utility belt, and you pointed to your mask. Every time you inhaled, you felt a small but sharp pain in your lungs. It didn’t hurt as much as it did on the last mission.

     Artemis nudged your shoulder. “You didn’t come out for like, days. We thought you were dead,” She joked, but it wasn’t funny to you. 

‘I will be.’

     When you didn’t crack a smile, they knew something wasn’t right at all. “You okay, (Y/n)? You don’t look so hot.” Robin asked, and he tried to look you in the eye.

     “I mean, you usually do,” Wally winked at you. His natural flirtatious antics always amused you. Your giggle was cut short when you almost coughed. Almost, but not quite. “But today you look a little… sick.”

     It started to physically hurt to prevent even more coughing and your eyes started to water. Mostly with tears of sorrow and heartbreak. You were more than sick. You were dying with more than one leg in the grave.

     “Just not feeling… very well.” This time, your pause was noticeable.

     Zatanna put a hand under your chin and gently pushed you head up so she could get a good look at your face. She frowned. This didn’t look like an ordinary sickness. “(Y/n),” She said sternly then took off your mask. You didn’t fight it. The team surrounded you and the concern was rolling off them in waves. “Are you okay?” Of course you weren’t okay; her question translated into ‘what’s wrong’, but that’s beside the point.

     Two tears fell freely and your voice cracked. “N-no…” Then it happened. You were coughing harder than you ever had before into your hands. Wally caught you before you fell to the floor.

     Wally tried to keep a positive outlook on this. He wanted to believe it was just a cough. Nothing more. Maybe just a cough that was a little worse than normal. He prayed that you didn’t have what he thought you had.

     You stopped coughing, and your body calmed. But you were rigid with fright. Now, they have to know. 

     You heard cries of anguish and distress that didn’t belong to you when you pulled your hands away from your mouth. The handful of pink petals drifted to the floor, and you started to cry. “I-I’m sorry-!” You stuttered, and you coughed a couple times more.

Recognized: Batman 02

     Batman instantly heard the sobs and wails of the young heroes, and he walked over to them briskly. But when he saw you, pale and frail, and the cherry blossom petals on the ground, his heart stopped. Never did he think that you or anyone else on your team would get Hanahaki Disease; it was rarer than most people thought. And it was most likely too far along to cure.

     How was he going to tell your mentor? How was he going to tell them that their protege is dying, because a boy didn’t love her back? Batman called the mission off immediately; the Justice League could afford to step in. Letting them know why was going to be the hard part.

     Wally grabbed your shoulders and looked at you with fresh tears in his green eyes. “Why didn’t you tell us? Why didn’t you tell me?” He was heartbroken, thinking that you didn’t trust him enough.

     “I wouldn’t be able to live my life anymore. I’d be on bed-rest forever, and you guys would try to get him to fall in love with me…” You whimpered, and two more petals puffed from your mouth. Wally pulled you closer and held you there, terrified to let go.

     “Who’s this ‘he’?” Conner asked rather aggressively. He wanted to find this boy and make him fall in love with you, just so he didn’t have to see you leave.

     You shook your head. “It doesn’t matter! He loves someone else. I watched him fall in love with someone else and-” A particularly hard cough briefly had you choking on petals. Damn these flowers growing in your lungs. 

     “So you’re just going to give up?” Robin asked. He was angry at himself for not noticing and angry that he was going to lose a best friend. “You’re just going to stop fighting and let yourself die? Is that really what you want?”

     “It’s the only thing I can do.” You reached out and weakly ruffled his hair, like you used to. “There’s nothing any of us can change.”

     Artemis pulled you out of Wally’s arms and into hers, much to his discontent. She cried into your hair and she didn’t care that they saw. She knew how fast Hanahaki Disease can take effect, she’s seen it before. “You could have told us, (Y/n), we could have removed them.” When you first joined the team, the first person you spoke to was Artemis. You were a very quiet, meek heroine who needed a friend. Now you were strong, confident, and had an armful of friends who always stood by your side.

     “But then I wouldn’t be able to love anymore,” you hiccuped. “And that would hurt someone else.” Artemis squeezed you tighter when even more petals fell from your lips.

     You felt a hand on your shoulder and you looked up to see Batman. It must have been your imagination because he looked sad, too. “We need to get you to the med bay, just for a little while.”

     You were about to refuse, but what else were you going to do? Continuously torture your friends with more and more petals? Become a liability on missions? Pray to a god to help him fall in love with you?

     The entire team walked with you to the med bay (Kaldur carried you), but Wally trudged behind. He felt like his heart was ripped out of his chest. He knew that you would have kept that secret until they found you dead, if they never found out. Fortunately, they did. The words flying through his head were: My friend is dying. My friend is going to die from Hanahaki Disease. My friend is dying and we can’t do anything about it.

     You were injected with different medications that would dull the pain and make it a little easier to talk. Another was to slow down the process, but not completely stop it. Megan held your right hand as you were given the shots by Batman. The tall brooding hero wasn’t showing it, but it was difficult to watch someone so young dying from some god damn flowers because someone didn’t love them back. You weren’t even eighteen yet, but Hanahaki Disease didn’t care which life was being snuffed out.

     It sounded like the door exploded open, but it kind of did; it come off it’s hinges and went skidding across the floor. Red Arrow, a.k.a. Roy Harper, broke down the door and ran in to see you. A flash of ginger hair whizzed past them and Roy roughly pulled up and chair and sat next to you. He was another good friend of yours; an older brother. He taught you how to use a bow, and came for help if you ever needed his expertise.

     “Please tell me this is a prank.” Roy pleaded. He was a usually stoic guy, not nearly as emotional as he was now. You always did bring a different side out of people. “This can’t be happening. You, of all people, shouldn’t get taken down by a stupid flower disease.” He searched your face for any sign that you were joking, but all of the joyful spark in your eyes was gone, replaced by sadness. The light in them was dull, but not entirely gone. “Can we get rid of it?” He looked up at Batman with high hopes, even though he told himself that he’ll be let down.

     Batman shook his head solemnly, and Roy’s shoulders sagged. “You don’t deserve this. Who is he? We can still help you!”

     You gritted your teeth and looked away. “I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. He loves someone else, Roy. There’s no use.” You just wanted this torture to stop. You couldn’t take the sad faces of your friends, the sounds of their hearts breaking, and how utterly helpless and useless you felt. “I’m going to die, and it’s best that you all understand that.”

When Batman called an emergency Justice League meeting, the heroes were ready to go to battle and fight the enemy. But this enemy couldn’t be fought.

     They all sat in their respective seats, waiting for a normal debriefing, but the didn’t get the kind they expected. “(Y/H/N) has Hanahaki Disease.” The words left Batman’s mouth slowly, and they left a bitter taste behind. “It’s too far along to stop it with surgery.”

     Your mentor went rigid. The protege they raised for many years has a disease that was so rare that some people believed it to be a myth? “This is a sick joke, Batman!” They clenched their jaw. “Hanahaki Disease is practically a myth these days. You’re lying.”

     Batman pulled a hand out from behind his back and dropped a small handful of pink petals on the table. “I don’t joke around and I wouldn’t lie about this. I can pull up security footage if you don’t believe me.” He knew your mentor wouldn’t believe him. Several of the others didn’t believe him either, so he brought the petals with a heavy heart and a sick feeling in his stomach.

     They didn’t know what to think. Your mentor stood from their chair so fast that it flew back and hit the wall with a loud bang. “She’s too young for this! She’s not even an adult!” They cried out and speed-walked to the zeta tube. “This can’t be happening…”

You were laying in bed four days later, coughing up flower petals left and right. The team still had missions to go on, and you forced them to go instead of staying with you 25/8. Roy came in a lot, just to hang out normally and talk about nothing in particular; mostly just reminiscing. Conner kept trying to find a way to help you, but his attempts were fruitless. Kaldur often told you stories from Atlantis, and taught you some Atlantian history. M’gann often helped you go through your most treasured memories, which made you both cry on occasion. Zatanna entertained you with magic, Artemis being her ‘volunteer from the crowd’. All four of you girls would sit down and just talked about girl stuff, that is, when you weren’t producing petals by the handfuls. Robin usually popped in to talk about school and any new tech he got on his utility belt, and you ruffled his hair every time before he had to leave.

     Poor Wally. Whenever he wasn’t at school, on a mission, or (unwillingly, at this point) spending time with his family, he was at your side. When no one else was already doing it, he was cleaning up the petals and bringing you water and food, if you could consume it. He hated how you were getting weaker by the day, and it was like there was an entire damn cherry blossom tree in your lungs. Wally held on to your hand and treated every second like it was the last one he had with you.

     “I got you something from Paris today.” Wally said with a smile and he pulled out a tiny snow globe. It had the Eiffel Tower inside, with beautiful tiny snowflakes floating inside it. “I know you’ve always wanted to go there, so I made a little detour before we came back!” All he could do was stay positive. Other than desperately wanting you to get better, all he wanted to do was make you happy in your final moments.

     You gave him the strongest smile you could manage and you took the small snow globe from his hand. “It-it’s beautiful, Wally. Thank you so mu-” A ragged cough stopped you in the middle of your sentence, and you knew that your time was near. You could just sense it. You didn’t want to die; you were holding onto your last string of life with all your might, but you didn’t want to acknowledge that it wasn’t enough.

     Wally grabbed your hand and eased you through the cough. He was the first one back from the mission and didn’t take the time to take off his suit, being a speedster and all, but you were the reason for him being faster than ever. They were due back any minute. “Do you need more water? I can get water, I’ll be right back.”

     Your hand shot out and you caught him by his belt loop. “Don’t… don’t leave. Please stay.” You rasped before letting go. The action took more of your energy than you anticipated. 

     The sudden grip and tiny tug on his belt loop startled him and he sat down immediately. “Y-Yeah, I can do that.” Wally held your hand again. “Is there anything you want? I can ask someone to bring something in.” 

     “Do you remember my first day here? When we first met?”

     Wally chuckled. “Of course I do, you were so adorable. How could I forget?”

     “Tell me about that.”

     He excitedly launched into the story about the first day you joined the team. You were quiet and calm, unlike most of the other team members. So when he tried flirting with you, you were caught off guard and turned as red as the lightning bolt on his chest. Since you were so quiet, no one expected you to kick ass like no other. Looks can be deceiving, and you were living proof. You were pretty much the exact opposite of Wally, so your close and unbreakable friendship was quite the puzzle. 

     Wally went into the story of your first mission, and you smiled every one in a while. The coughing slowly came to a stop, and you weren’t seeing as well as you used to. But you started feel free, as if you were floating. You focused on his voice as you slowly drifted away. You were happy that the last thing you heard was Wally’s voice retelling your first and favorite mission, a dear memory you held close to your heart.

     “And you looked so happy when Batman said we did a good job on the mission, I thought you were going to explode from how happy you were! Your mentor was proud of how well you did, and we had no idea how amazing you were! You look younger than you actually are, so you looked like an excited little kid that day.” Wally laughed and he looked at you, expecting a smile and a response.

     You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t. Wally jumped about ten feet high to get out of his chair. You weren’t breathing, and you weren’t coughing either. That wasn’t what he noticed first. You were left peacefully looking up at the ceiling, but the light in your eyes was gone. They were dull and lifeless, and Wally suddenly felt sick.

     “(Y/n), no no no, hey, talk to me.” Wally started crying as he put a hand on your cheek. “Wake up, (Y/n), come on. Wake up!”

     The team was on their way to see you, knowing that Wally was already there, but when they heard Wally’s pleads and cries, they sprinted down the halls. Some of them started crying before they saw you. 

     When they got to your room after what felt like hours, Wally was in shambles. His face was already wet with tears and hands shaking uncontrollably.

     You were gone.

Everyone who came to your funeral cried. Your mentor and some friends said a few words in your memory, but Wally couldn’t bring himself to do it. He couldn’t find the right words to say about you; you were an extraordinary and a one-of-a-kind human being no one wanted to let go of.

     Most of the team members were angry. Who didn’t love you back? Who couldn’t love you back? It was a question that would forever remain unanswered. A love forever unrequited.

     Mount Justice wasn’t the same. It was quiet. No one wanted to make small talk. There were no smiles, no jokes, no fun, and missions became complicated and reckless. Teamwork and focus didn’t go away, but greatly deteriorated.

     Wally stood in your almost-empty room, looking at your dresser. Some items were still on it, and they were all the little souvenirs Wally brought back for you from all sorts of countries and famous cities. He most recent one, the Paris snow globe, and a fresh tear landed on the glass. Wally cleared his throat and whispered. “I wish I could have taken you to Paris for real. You’d love it there; I got there when it was dark and it was so pretty at night.” 

     But he couldn’t take you to Paris anymore. You wouldn’t ever see how beautiful the Eiffel Tower was at midnight. The team wasn’t ever going to go on another mission with you again. Wally couldn’t see your bright smile anymore. He was dreading the day when he couldn’t remember your voice. The light you brought to the team and his heart was gone.

     So when a light yellow petal puffed from his mouth and landed at his feet, he didn’t care.

EDIT: Contrary to the popular belief, Wally was NOT the guy the reader fell in love with.

[pinksausageduo]

bae jinyoung|best friends to lovers|part 1

member: bae jinyoung genre: fluffy summary: you were best friends with jinyoung but you wanted to be something more but in your mind that’s never gonna happen. but the wanna one boys have a plan to set you two together without either of you knowing let’s hope it won’t be end in a complete disaster requested: yes!! soccer + best friend (can have romance) part 1 | part 2 (final)

you look at the soccer field watching the boys team practice

and you can’t help but smile as jinyoung scores a goal

you cheer for him loudly trying to embarrass him

“GO JINYOUNG!!! GO JINYOUNG!!!”

he looks at you blushes and gives you a heart warming smile and a small wave

you wave back frantically with a huge grin your face

you can see seongwoo lightly nudging him and smirking him while whispering something into his ear

you roll your eyes you’re sure he’s teasing jinyoung about you two again 

and on cue jinyoung blushes bright red

seongwoo looks at you and winks while you just flip him off 

he smirks and chases after the ball once again

jinyoung gives you one last glance and smiling at you which makes your heart flutter 

even tho you’d never admit it did at least not to him

but the game continues and you keep on watching the boys practice

and your thoughts wandered

you and jinyoung were best friends

you had been since primary school 

you both loved soccer with a passion and you were both the star players in striker position of your separate teams (1 all girls, 1 all boys)

it all started when you wanted to join a game of soccer with all the boys

but they wouldn’t allow you to

cause you were a girl and girls have cooties plus they’re not as good as boys

prove them they’re so fucking wrong sister

but jinyoung convinced them to let you play and picked you for his team

he told you “i’m sorry about the other guys, you can take centre attack, prove them you’re amazing okay?”

making you blush and giving him a dazzling smile at him while nodding 

you felt sooo happy that even without jinyoung knowing about your skills at all he still convinced the guys to let you play picked you on his team and gave you the centre spot

you played excellently scoring 3 goals and your team won in the end

as you scored the final goal from half way 

all the guys jaws dropped at your skills

you rushed up and hugged jinyoung tightly whispering into his ear

“thank you for letting me play”

he automatically hugged you back tightly

“of course what are friends for? but i also need to thank you for making us win” he whispered back 

you both break apart smiling and you both knew you were gonna be best friends jinyoung still wanting to stand up for you basically shouted at all the guys

“WHAT DID I TELL YOU Y/N’S BRILLIANT!”

he grinned at you and you couldn’t help just at that moment but admit even then as a primary schooler your heart fluttered just a tiny bit

all the guys grudgingly respected you and in the end you became close friends with all of them by middle school

but you were closest to jinyoung of course 

you both became inseparable 

all classes you had together you sat with him

you became basically another daughter to his parents

and him a son to yours

son in law more like it

you both were each others best friends

he was there for you and you were there for him in every way possible

if you had a breakdown jinyoung could calm you in an instant

if he was upset you could always cheer him up

he’d bring you snacks before and after your soccer practices

and you’d attend as many of his practices cheering him on as much as possible

you both never missed a game when the other was playing

you literally were best friend goals

you guys would help each other out with school, friends, family, relationships everything

both of you had no idea where you both would be without each other

but as you got into high school you weren’t sure your feelings towards jinyoung were entirely just friendly

you just couldn’t think any guys could match up to him 

he knew you inside out back to front

all your secrets, quirks, weird things you do 

he knew all of them 

jinyoung was the sweetest guy you knew and a complete gentleman

always opening doors, trying to buy the meal and you always refused making you guys split the bill

but you didn’t know he never did this with anyone else just with you

you thought that was just him as a person

he always could make you laugh and you had the best time with him

he was also extremely handsome and so many girls liked him it was ridiculous 

but he really didn’t pay attention to them especially when you were around 

but of course you didn’t notice that

you knew he was out of your league 

and he could pick and choose and girl he wanted

which destroyed any and all hope of ever being more than best friends with him

plus he probably only saw you as a sister

mhmm sureeee he did

but all this didn’t stop from you having feelings for him 

they weren’t like constantly in your face since you guys are best friends and you spend so much time with him but they like popped up when 

things happened like 

whenever he went on a date or told you he liked a girl which was still basically never

your heart felt a weird twinge

but you always ignored it 

or whenever you hugged him or he complimented you 

you heart would flutter 

but you were happy with just being jinyoung’s best friend 

hoping your feelings will go away eventually but you were very doubtful you would get over him before high school ended 

you tried to get over him so many times but it never worked the dates the very short relationships could never even hold a candle to you and jinyoungs friendship

as you were totally lost in your thoughts you didn’t realise practice was over

you were snapped out of your thoughts with someone picking you up and putting them on your shoulder 

you automatically knew it was woojin 

he always did that when he wanted something usually money or food

“YAH WOOJIN LET ME DOWN!!!” you screamed while hitting his back

“ONLY IF YOU AGREE IN BEING A CHEERLEADER FOR OUR FINAL GAME” he shouted right back being clearly amused by your antics knowing he won’t let you down 

you groaned at him “for fucks sake woojin you know i hate being happy and perky”

the cheerleaders basically offered you a one game position for the final where you could cheer for the boys 

since you were known to be so close with them

but since then all the guys pestered you about it constantly begging you to agree

but they all had a reason for wanting you to be a cheerleader

they were the ones who even set up a special position for you with a little date bribing and they were done!

how i wish i was good looking how easy my life would be smh 

so basically after they won the game cause they were 100% sure they would

cocky dicks

they were gonna have you and jinyoung in the middle of the field and they’ll start chanting “KISS KISS KISS”

and literally everyone would join cause 

1. people were sick of you two not getting together but being more couple like then actual couples

2. hey who doesn’t like a kiss at the end of a game its cheesy and cute

then y’all kiss get together AND BOOM NEW RELATIONSHIP

THEY WERE GENIUSES

also daniel mentioned the other reason for being a cheerleader soon after woojin picked you up

“but you know jinyoung would love to see you in a uniform something short and tight” daniel cheekily butted in 

“FUCKKK OFF DANIEL” you flip him off while he just chuckles at you 

you see all the guys knew of your crush on jinyoung

but they didn’t tell him and you loved them for it

little did you know jinyoung had a crush on you and begged them not to tell you

so they decided not to tell either of you and be good friends 

AND play matchmaker happily 

“awwww y/n pwetty pleaseeee can youu be a cheerleader its only for oneeee game can’t you do that for me” daehwi said cutely with a lot of aegyo and puppy dog eyes

“stop acting cute it’s not going to work you child demon” you scoff back still slumped on woojins shoulder 

“i give up she’s so fucking stubborn” daehwi complains 

“you barely even tried??” guanlin says

“shhhhhh” daehwi shushes him

“LANGUAGE DAEHWII!!!!!” jisung scolded daehwi

“oh come on lay off it jisung he lives in the same house as us” minhyun said with an amused smile 

“he’s still young minhyun!” jisung said scolding him also for his care free attitude

“if you say so” minhyun said while shrugging

mother and father goals 

“IM STILL HERE PARENTS!!!” you say obnoxiously 

“and there goes our least favourite annoying child” jisung sighed 

“HEY! THERES NO SUCH THING AS A LEAST FAVOURITE CHILD!!!” you say 

“of course there is, its you and the favourite is me” guanlin says smirking at you

“why the hell are you the favourite??” woojin asks trying to face guanlin

which meant spinning you around and all the guys trying to dodge your head

“cause he’s the swaggy rapper. duh.” jaehwan says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world

“I SAID THAT ONE TIME LAY OFF IT HYUNG!!!” guanlin whines

“NEVERRRRR” jaehwan screams 

making everyone wince at his vocals

in the mean time jinyoung, seongwoo and jihoon come over 

“whats all this about?” jihoon asks 

“basically we’re trying to make y/n agree to be a cheerleader for the final game” woojin says again spinning you around again making you dizzy

“STOP DOING THAT!!” you shout 

everyone laughs and you just pout 

“ahhhh so cheerleader y/n, is this for her to be in something short and tight for jinyoung???” seongwoo said suggestively 

making you and jinyoung blush so hard

but neither of you deny it lol

“HEY THATS WHAT I SAID!!” daniel said grinning brightly 

“YEAH ONGNIEL IS SCIENCE YO!!!” seongwoo shouts happily back

and they do their secret handshake which takes soooo long with the weirdest details like both their butts rubbing against each other, weird faces, complicated hand motions and they finish it with a bro hug 

“i should be part of that, ongnielhwan is science sounds soooooo much better” jaehwan said disappointedly 

“but you have meeee” minhyun said cutely while hugging jaehwan 

“ew get the fuck off” jaehwan bitch glared at minhyun but he still clinged onto him

“y/nnnn please agreee so these idiots can all shut up” jihoon pleaded 

“WHO ARE YOU CALING IDIOTS???!!!” all the guys chorused 

“JINX”

“DOUBLE JINX”

“TRIPLE JINX”

“can y'all just shut the fuck up” jihoon says grumpily

“LANGUAGE!! AGAIN!!” jisung scolded jihoon this time while glaring at minhyun daring him to say anything

minhyun just put his hands up in defeat with a “i didn’t do anything wrong” face

“teenage bloody hormones” sungwoon said rolling his eyes at jihoon 

in the midst of all this mess jinyoung gently lowers you down from woojins shoulder

making you extremely close to him 

everyone’s watching intently like it was some sort of rom-com

and everyone knew you were gonna agree to being a cheerleader cause 

he’ll ask you 

and of course you’ll say yes

ITS BAE JINYOUNG

and you were also basically in love with him

and all of the guys were just smirking at each other knowing their plan will work out since the hardest bit of it was for you to agree to be a cheerleader

“guanlinah get me some popcorn” sungwoon ordered

“hell no do it yourself” guanlin replied  S.A.S.S.I.L.Y

“F-” sungwoon started to speak but he got interrupted very quickly

“SHHHHHHH” shushed the rest before sungwoon could go on a rant about how the younger generation should treat their elders with respect

and then guanlin would mention something about height

and sungwoon would go full on hulk mode

but you weren’t paying attention all you could hear was your fast beating heart 

jinyoung softly pleaded to you with his adorable chocolate brown eyes staring right into yours “y/n will you please please please be our cheerleader for the game? for us? for me?”

you knew you couldn’t say no to jinyoung especially when he was looking at you like that

“fine” you bitterly said 

which resulted in loud cheering and whooping from the guys

and the most heart warming smile from jinyoung

jinyoung tightly hugged you spinning you around

making you squeal a little and his heart warming at your cute antics 

you hug back with you eyes closed 

you love his hugs so much 

you part with everyone smirking at you two

before you could say anything daehwi comes between you two and hugs jinyoung 

“hes mine” he says cutely poking his tongue at you 

with jinyoung shyly grinning and blushing at you

you can’t help but smile at the two guys you loved them both heaps 

“BUT YOURE MINEEE DAEHWI” you say loudly while grabbing daehwi and tightly hugging/squishing him 

he squealed and laughed while saying 

“i love you too y/n”

IN A BROTHERLY SISTERLY WAY NOT ROMANTIC

everyone but you could see the glint of jealously in jinyoung’s eyes 

even daehwi so he parted with you quickly and silently mouther a sorry to jinyoung

and jinyoung visibly relaxed and mouthed back it’s okay

you were completely oblivious to all of it though

“but you guys better win and you also need to buy me pizza” you warningly say to all the guys 

“DEAL!” they agree happily 

you all prepare to leave and jinyoung wraps his arm around your shoulder while whispering in your ear 

“really thank you for agreeing”

“it’s all good” you say smiling at him 

“i’ll be your cheerleader” you chuckle a little making a cheerleading gesture 

which makes him smile widely at your adorable chuckle and cute pose

“just my cheerleader right?” jinyoung asks 

“just yours” you say sweetly back

BACK FROM MY UNOFFICIAL HIATUS W A CUTIE JINYOUNGG!!!! if y’all want info about the reasons for hiatus, fics to come and MY NEW SERIES please click here. anyways i love jinyoung and there will only be a part 2 to this scenario which will be the game and it’ll be shorter than this and ill be releasing that eventually. BUT THANK YOU FOR READING LOVE YOU ALL FOR STAYING WITH ME AND DONT BE AFRAID TO SEND ME A MESSAGE OR AN ANON!!!

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ALL OF EM. "DONT BE A PUSSY," CHRISSY.

CHRISSY REALLY LIKES TO SALT || NOT ACCEPTING

INHALES

I BET YOU THOUGHT I WOULD PUSSY OUT DIDN’T YOU????

also @hiunmei, @fiiresouled, @sombrc, @starmarkcd, @heartoire

What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?*

Answered!

Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP?*

Answered!

Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion?

Answered, basically Chrissy doesn’t remember, but chances are likely she did.

Do you have a NoTP in your fandom? Are they a popular OTP?*

Answered, but last time I wasn’t allowed to say a.mourshipping and guess what, I’m slapping this down here. I mean I’ve gone at length already about why I don’t like that ship that I’m starting to sound like a broken record about it so I’m just saying, I just dislike it when people try to obnoxiously shipbait and don’t have the balls to commit to it.

Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?*

Not with Pokemon specifically, but I generally don’t care for a lot of ships in Pokemon since either a) there are so many characters I just feel meh about so why would I care if they were in a ship and b) most of the characters are too young for me to really ship. 

Though I’ll admit I’ve become really lukewarm about p.reciousmetalshipping the more I’m exposed to it. 

Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated?*

@starmarkcd & @gxldenstreak have actually made me come around on Crys/Gold since I’m one of those curmudgeons who 9/10 dislikes it whenever the sole female character in a group ends up having to be shipped with the main male lead just because she’s the girl and therefore has to be a love interest. This same philosophy applies to why it makes it really hard for me to ship ariana/giovanni.

Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now?*

I haven’t reached the point where I can’t stand him or anything since Guzma has really great character development and was just a huge surprise all around when I was expecting a shallow comic relief character, but damn was I really close to just hating the character at one point thanks to fandom being really obnoxious about him.

Have you received anon hate? What about?*

Not really. I’ve been on tumblr since 2010 and I’ve yet to ping on anyone’s radar that they thought to send me anon hate. Though I’ve been put on a call out post/call out blog before so I suppose that counts? Still, why won’t anyone hate me that intensely to just come into my inbox? I’ve been waiting for the day to get some real anon hate. It’ll just be such a huge tumblr milestone for me.

Most disliked character(s)? Why?

Answered, I believe. But Cilan. Cilan. Cilan. HE IS SO USELESS AND ANNOYING. I just remember how ridiculously happy I was when he and Iris were literally shoved onto a subway and sent away. It was like the show runners realized how disliked those two were and just gave us that moment “SEE? SEE! THEY’RE GONE!” since literally asides from Brock&Misty in Johto arc, none of the other companions got a goodbye scene and especially not one that was as dismissive and insulting as the one Cilan and Iris got. 

Literally said “Good bye, worst companions ever.” when the subway doors closed.

Most disliked arc? Why?

FRICKIN BLACK AND WHITE. ALL OF IT. I get so frickin angry at how badly Ash regressed when he was amazing during Sinnoh. THERE WAS LITERALLY AN ENTIRE SEASON OF FILLER. Like yes, Pokemon’s really just filler, but at least there was always just an overarching story with Ash winning badges to fight in the region’s league and his female companion competing in some dumb beauty pageant alongside him. But literally. This season had no plot since it came after Ash getting his ass handed to him in the unova league. He and his companions were fucking travelling around on a ferry and stopping at random islands for no damn reason at all.  

Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

Nah, which I find kind of surprising since I generally tend to like characters most of fandom will dislike. There probably IS a character, I just don’t remember them at the moment.

Is there an unpopular arc that you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

I suppose the SuMo anime right now is a bit unpopular since people can’t get over the anime style changes and general tone shift from XYZ, but I actually really love it for the cuteness and the fact that Ash is such a pure soul in it.

Also I know people didn’t like the XY games since they were really shallow and I understand why since… well it followed the BW games. But I was fortunate enough to pick up the games only a few months before the SuMo games so I never had go through the long wait and ultimate disappointment with the games, but it’s kinda cute and the music’s not bad.

Unpopular opinion about XXX character?

I think I’ve seen this sentiment thrown around a bit so I don’t think it’s that unpopular, but I really think Brock should have been written out of the show long before Sinnoh. He was just kind of… there and nonexistent and pointless. He kinda went through all of his character development with the original trio and really should have just left with Misty. Especially since that running gag of him falling for every hot girl was SO. OLD. by then.

Unpopular opinion about your fandom?

Hey fandom? Stop taking game mechanics so frickin literally. Thanks, Chrissy.

Unpopular opinion about the manga/show?

Look, I love Pokespe. I seriously do. It was a series that had the challenge of taking completely new characters for every arc and having to expand them into something that’s original and not boring or repetitive. I ESPECIALLY love what they did with Giovanni. 

But at the same time???? Holy fuck does Pokespe read like bad fanfiction 99% of the time. Lance taking all three legendary books and mooshing them into one was just… not good. 

If you could change anything in the show, what would you change?

I mean I would go back and rewrite the entire god damn Black and White arc so that a) Ash wasn’t so damn fucking incompetent and completely forgot how to be a pokemon trainer B) Cilan never existed C) Iris being an actual gym trainer and eventual champion etc etc. 

ALSO REMOVING VINCENT AND INSERTING SILVER. GOD DAMN IT.

Instead of XYZ happening, I would have made ABC happen…

So here’s the thing that always kinda baffled me about Serena is that while true, she’s a blank slate character you do have something of a personality for her when she ends up being the rival if you happen to choose Caelum as your avatar. She’s a girl who’s actually a pretty stronger trainer and who progressively gets frustrated and insecure about having some new kid on the block come along and beat her at every battle. That would have been an amazing story to see on screen. 

And just like the really, really aggravating thing about Serena in the show is just… a character like her already existed in the games. It was frickin Shauna. SHE was the potential LI in the game who was interested in cute stuff and videos and fashion and wasn’t a good trainer, but stuck around with the team since she cared so much about her friends. Soooo… would have put Shauna in Serena’s role if I had that choice.

Does not shipping something ‘popular’ mean you’re in denial and/or biased?

CONTRARY TO HOW IT MAY SEEM ON THIS BLOG. 

I do not actually care all that much for shipping. I have the one ship, MAYBE two for each character and that’s it. Heck, I never intended on shipping on Giovanni until a certain devil child came along and ruined everything. So when I in particular don’t ship something popular, it usually just means I’m not invested. Plain and simple. 

What is the one thing you hate most about your fandom?

Instead of one thing, you get a list: the frickin entitlement. The guilt tripping. Drama that friggin lasts for weeks. People who can’t leave other people alone. People who use mental illness as an excuse for acting like a terrible person. The vagueblogging. FRICKIN POLITICS THAT SHOULD BE KEPT TO PERSONALS. People not tagging shit. The constant call out posts over NOTHING. The “If you’re not with me, you’re against me” mindset – hi, I’m here for RP and dumb memes and 9/10 I probably agree with your sentiment, but I’m not fucking here on my pokemon blog for that shit.

What is the purest ship in the fandom?

Moon/Lillie are the cutest thing to have ever happened and while I don’t really ship it since yanno, they’re ten, they are so pure and sweet that just thinking about them washes a lot of my salt away.

What are your thoughts on crack ships?

They’re dangeorus. As in. I’ve deffo done the thing where it starts off as a crack ship and then becomes a legit ship. It’s like playing with fire and then you have people on the dash who are just “wait, what – ??” when they see you legit shipping it.

Popular character you hate?

Look, if you’ve been following me for this long and don’t know the answer to this then please leave.

Unpopular character you love?

Okay, so I guess Ash sorta counts as an unpopular character on the game side of the fandom since people can’t get over the fact that the anime and the games are separate universes. So I constantly get to see my son be dragged for not being Red or for taking the role of their self-insert character even though I bet dollars to donuts that they’d probably whine that their self-insert character didn’t jive with whatever personal headcanons they came up with or what not. 

Listen, just let the boy exist in the anime and ignore it if you don’t like it. The show’s cute, it’s bright and colourful and sometimes really well animated. And hey, guess what sometimes the show is better than the games with their interpretations of mechanics. I love the fact that the legendaries feel like legendaries and not some extra strong pokemon you have to try a lil harder to catch. That and a bunch of other lil things. Just let me sit here and love my son.

Would you recommend XXX to a friend? Why or why not?

Yes. I’ve actually recommended pokemon to friends repeatedly, even dragged them into streams to watch either the anime or even LPs for the games.

How would you end XXX/Would you change the ending of XXX?

WELL FRIEND. I DON’T KNOW ABOUT YOU BUT ASH TOTALLY WON THE KALOS LEAGUE.

Most shippable character?

idk. given how ash has been paired with every character under the sun, including frickin sammy oak, I guess him? I mean the frickin fandom’s currently caught up in ship wars with him in the middle. ASH FUCKING KETCHUM. Mister Oblivious to Romance and Girls.

Least shippable character?

Cilan. 

Get him out of my face. 

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I used to day dream about her. I'm sitting there, in 2nd period math, in my chair, and the lecture currently underway is merely a background murmur. I'm not in the class, I'm laying on my back in a grassy field looking up at the clouds with her, and were smiling. "Uh HuM?!" No, I'm in fact in 2nd period math.I want to tell her how I feel. I go through these scenarios in my mind, endlessly. There she is, its time. "Hi Lani, I like you. Can we hang out?"...."no, I kind of have a boyfriend".I'm crushed. I had thought of this moment for weeks, months even. What was wrong with me? How could I be so stupid to not know she had a boyfriend? What makes him better than me? She doesn't want me.This theme continued for me. In high school I blossomed. I joined the football program as well as track and field and went on to be a first team all league two way starter I was champion middle distance runner as well. I was tall, and super fit, and handsome. I had one girlfriend my whole high school experience and it lasted 3 weeks, and I kissed her one time. I was terrified of being rejected.College was similar. I played football, was a team captain, biology major, smart, handsome, and was utterly ineffective with any woman. I was the worlds leading specialist in the "crash and burn" approach. It was soooo hard for me to talk to women. The fear of being rejected and confirming that I am somehow flawed to the point of utter unwantedness was always there. I fact, even at victory house parties for the football players, I was there feeling lonely and having to drink a lot of beer to build some semblance of courage. Mainly the drinking was to silence the inner monologue of doubt. From time to time the stars would align and I would go for it. "Hi, I'm Nate. How are you doing tonight?" Sounds like a normal question. To me, it was like an alien probe sent out to detect even the smallest indication of interest. I'm holding it together, and I'm hoping we can get to phase 2. Phase 2 would be actually talking, as that would mean she may possible be interested, and maybe down the line, she may want me. Well, what usually would happen is that my anxiety would gradually build up, and I would be trying to make jokes to keep the conversation going while also assessing her every gesture, glance, and movement as to ascertain what she maybe thinking and in particular, how she might be feeling about me. And BOOOM. It would happen. The balloon of hope I had inflated by having her stand there interacting with me would pop. "Hey, you seem really nice, but I'm going to go find my friends now. Have fun, nice meeting you". Yep, truly unwanted. Another rejection.You know, for those "ugly" people that imagine this easy world for the attractive folks, I can say from my perspective that I would never wish to actually be ugly, but on some level I thought it would be easier. For me, to know I'm good looking, tall, and have a lot going for me, and to still be unwanted, that rejection and failure was about the essence of ME. I as a person was broken. I wasn't short, I wasn't fat, but I was flawed as a human being in some unknown way that I could not overcome with all the effort in the world. All the jokes. All the beer. Do you feel sorry for me? No. Good, me neither.Well, I have come to wake up to something really big. I have come to understand the nature of rejection, and in a way that has provided me freedom from the experience of being rejected. It doesn't remove the risk in life, and it doesn't guarantee any results, but it has freed me from ever living in the impact of getting told no in my life. That I can put myself out there, get told no, and not in anyway invalidate that no. In fact, when I think about it this way, I find some delight in being told no because I get to experience the utter triumph over who I used to be in this regard. That being told no doesn't have to mean im not wanted. It doesn't mean im not good enough. It doesn't mean that I can't have what I want in my life. No just means No. It's someone saying no to whatever I proposed, and that is very much separate from any judgements I make about myself.Everyone can relate to the experience of rejection. Everyone. But the question I present to you now is can you relate to being free from the experience of rejection? Not many can, because many people don't see rejection as simply and experience as I have come to. You live as if rejection is something that is actually happening. Go back to my first experience. What did Lani say to me? She said she maybe has a boyfriend right? Well then, who said that means that I'm not good enough? Who said that I am not wanted? Who said I'm hurt? Who said that I was rejected? Did Lani say those things? Did she intend to hurt me? No and no. So what I experienced was real, but only real as an experience. Lani had a boyfriend! She couldn't say yes to me>Do you know that most people fear being asked out because they hate having to say no? They feel pressure because they are aware of this human phenomenon called "rejection". Yet for the person being "rejected" they almost feel victimized. In fact, many harbor anger towards people who they feel rejected them.When you really look at the world of rejection, you see that someone is putting their whole identity at stake in a loaded invitation. Their emotional status, sense of self, future, happiness, it is all riding on the response of someone you barely know and doesn't know you other than whatever sentences you create. In this world where rejection happens out there and is real, your sense of self now requires no freedom for anyone else. You depend on a yes, and so subconsciously are applying the pressure to the other person who you are now dependent on to feel okay. IF they say yes, you will be overcome with joy or excited, and if they say no you maybe devastated or disappointed. Do you think this has any impact on the other person? Do you think that they may experience a loss of freedom in this scenario, even if not full aware of why this feels a little awkward? How many people take that No and have it be positive? How many actually feel hurt, embarrassed, or disappointed and try to win and oscar by stuffing that feeling and looking like they are okay? Like, no, that didn't bother me. I'm fine. In fact I'm so fine and dandy, ill spend the next few weeks showing you I'm not at all affected by ignoring your existence and being "happy" whenever I see you.So in the world of rejection, there are billions of opportunities to feel rejected, and people start to slow down. They stop going for it. They don't want to feel that pain, and they start to reduce their goals. They lower their standards. They pretend to not want things so they can avoid having to put themselves out there to get them. And, they think that rejection is real. Its out there waiting for them.I will say this, and some may get it. Rejection is ONLY real as an experience. It is a valid experience, and its shared almost universally in its many possible forms. It is however not real in the world, that rejection does not come from others. It is merely and interpretation, one that we are all individually responsible without exception for creating for ourselves. In fact, most people are not saying no to your whole being. It just no i don't want to get coffee late. It's just no, we are not hiring. It's just no, I don't find you attractive as a preference. IF someone truly intends for you to feel the sting of rejection when you ask them out, would what that sick person thinks of you really matter? What kind of a sociopath would conjure ways to inflict people with all of those feelings? And why on earth would you even care what that really hurt person thinks? Wouldn't them being that way warp them enough to no qualify to have any opinion.Its funny how when a new relationship forms, we have this consensus that tells us there has to be some time that passes before anyone truly knows each other. So saying I love you is off limits maybe for months, as nobody can know someone in only a week or two even if they dated everyday. IF that is the case, then why would you feel entirely crushed when someone you have known for 3 minutes has said they don't want coffee with you? How can that person really reject you? How can their choice actually define you in anyway, or have any meaning about you? Does that NO alter your credit scores? Does it retroactively change your GPA? Does it force you to miss payments on you car? Does it mean you cant be trusted to pick kids up at soccer practice? Does it affect the quality of the scrambled eggs you can make? Does it change the trajectory of your career? You feel like you lost something in life, but did you? No, you just made an effort to create something new, and it didn't happen. You lost nothing. So the experience you have is in fact not at all grounded in what is happening. It is a valid experience, but it is nonetheless not real other than as and experience. Its a phenomenon that only exists as a projection onto life, and you have mistaken it as life itself as if rejection has been actually happening. Nope, it never happened actually. It only occurred to yo to happen. It seemed to happen to you. But you in a sense said all those things about you. Even if someone said them, or highlighted some reason to reject you, they didn't make the impact. You had to give agreement to that to create the experience of rejection.The question is, what does life look like when NO is no longer experienced as "rejection" but rather simply experienced as NO? What if you can take NO and experience disappointment, but not ever rejection? What if you could actually try this today? Go deliberately try to get a NO just to notice what YOU make No mean. What happens to someone when No simply means No? It's powerful. You give up resisting no, and many of them become a yes as you take the pressure on the other away. You take the attachments away. Your reaction to NO is refreshing and can be surprising even. When you can take no as just no, you will have more freedom to get back on track with what is important to you, and start to look at how many goals or things you said you loved or wanted in life you have pretended to move on from. How many things have you given up on in life just by fearing being told no? And this whole time you have lived like that rejection was out there, and in a sense, have been dominated by that concern to a point where you have stopped yourself.No means No. The rest is your interpretation. You can keep it. Its valid and real for you. But, you are the sole author of that interpretation. Nobody else. When you start to accept no, and you can give up the ideas around rejection actually happening to you, you will have freedom and you can start to try to get as many NOs as possible because it is also inevitable that you would get that YES that would make the difference. So go and try to get a no. It doesn't mean anything about you. Being able to be with no, that is power. via /r/dating_advice