#then we realize we can't find any studies or anything to prove it so we look it up. then sure enough it's just pulled by them out of nowher

[anomalymon]

When you start to try to fact check information about DID it is absolutely insane how much of it seems to be from DID Research.

Like from what we have caught alone, did-research.org seems to be the earliest source for:

DID only appearing before the ages of six to nine

OSDD-1 being divided into OSDD-1a and OSDD-1b

The average number of alters is 12 for males and 15 for females

Especially the first one makes me feel like I'm loosing my goddamn mind because it's constantly cited as a "gotcha" in syscourse, but there is no earlier source for that we can find besides did-research.org.

[universalitgirlsblog2]

🎀📖STUDYING TIPS FROM STRAIGHT-A STUDENT📖🎀

(1) Passionate about Learning

If we look at Hermione or Rory , they had a burning passion for learning. They were full of curiosity. They didn't just study for good grades , they studied because they were passionate to learn. They read alot of books. Ngl Reading is therapeutic . Hermione always went into detail , she read alot of books about the topics she was studying. There is a reason behind her being a " know it all " .

(2) Rely on Understanding , not rote learning

I was one of those who would study at last moment and rely on rote learning, I would still get good grades . But gradually I realized , studying at last moment is wrong and it makes education unworthy. After the exam , I would forget everything. Sometimes rote learning won't help too. Rely on understanding the concepts. Ofc there will be some topics that are just meant for memorization. When you come back from school , you should revise everything. It will makes things much easier for you.

(3) Be Disciplined and Dedicated

The best form of self love is discipline. Don't procrastinate. Procrastination is the cost of life you could have lived. Be mindful and prioritize your tasks. Start taking responsibility. You owe yourself to be disciplined and dedicated.

(4) Prioritize Education

Education is the most powerful weapon. Being educated and Intelligent is HOT ! HARD WORK WILL NEVER BETRAY YOU. Books are your best friends. When I had my exams or when I was in 10th grade, we had board exams . I studied really hard. It was lockdown but exams were still offline ( lol ). I cut off toxic people or anything which drained me or made me feel bad. I prioritized myself and my education. I used social media for 30 minutes only and I would watch content which made me feel motivated or good about myself. I unfollowed everything which made me feel bad. Did I regret it ? NO ! I GOT 98%. I strongly believe in manifestation too ( that's why this account exists ) so I affirmed for good grades too.

(5)Less Social Media or N🚫 Social media at all.

Alot of my classmates who are also exceptional at studying . Some of them joined Social media very late and some of them still don't use Social media. I joined Social media in Grade 9 but these days I try to use it as less as possible. This can be different for everyone. Maybe you use Social media in a healthy way and get good grades. For me , Social media can be draining sometimes so I use it less whenever I need to focus on myself. I was thinking to deactivate my account or take a break 😅. Most of the posts you see are scheduled btw, including this one .

(6)Find your WHY

Why are you studying ? What is your reason ? Is it because you want to make your parents proud ? Is it because you love learning ? Is it because you want to prove others wrong ? It is very important to have a reason for studying. Maybe connect your goals to studying. Let's say you want to become a dentist , now you can't become a dentist without studying ,right ?

(7) Find a Role Model

If you can't find your WHY yet , it's okay. Try to find a role model. It can be any real life person or a fictional character. It can be ANYONE ! My role models are Hermione and Elle Woods. You can put your role model Keychain on your pouch , stick their posters etc so whenever you look at it , you gain motivation to give your best. Again , it's okay if you can't find a role model . Become your own role model If you can't find any role model 😉

(8) Don't let Past intervene

It's okay if you weren't a good student from start . According to manifestation, you can revise being one too ! You can still change yourself and become a good student . You can prove all those people wrong by becoming a good student. Once a wise man said , don't let your past blackmail your present to ruin a beautiful future.

(9) Believe in Yourself & Be confident

Harry potter once said " Working hard is important but there's something which matters even more ; Believing in yourself " . Even if you aren't a potterhead , you should listen to Harry Potter. Another example can be Elle Woods , she believed in herself when no one did. She showed us the power of self belief. Be confident in yourself.

(10) Be attentive and Regular

You must be attentive in class. Participate in class and don't hesitate . I can understand if you can't participate in class because you feel shy ( I used to be like that ) but the more you push yourself to participate, the less you will hesitate. Gradually , you will feel confident too. Like Thewizardliz said , sometimes you need to get uncomfortable to get comfortable. Be a good listener.Also , be regular in your classes. If you aren't able to be regular, study at home. Some of my friends weren't able to be regular in school because of personal reasons but they studied at home . They didn't waste their time in unproductive stuff. Sometimes I was also not able to be regular at school but I studied at home and took breaks in between.

(11) Study From Youtube

I don't know if it's just me but youtube teachers can make the most complicated topics so simple. They explain everything in detail. Youtube teachers can be more helpful than school teachers tbh 😀. Self Study is important.

(12) Take care of Your Mental health.

It can be very hard to study with bad mental health. I tend to take care of my mental health. Stress can be the biggest distraction sometimes. So take care of your physical and mental health. Journal. Meditate. Take a break from social media if you need to. Use affirmations.Dance. Exercise. Read.Paint . Sleep. Whatever makes you feel better. Poor mental health can also interfere with your attention span so please take care of your mental health. Don't take it for granted 😃.

Short and simple tips

- Value your time. Time is money

- Self study is very beneficial

- Be organized

- Avoid Drama

- I WANT TO LET YOU ALL KNOW HOW IMPORTANT YOUR TODAY IS , YOUR NOW IS .STUDY HARD . WORK HARD.PLAY HARDER. DON'T BE BOUND BY RULES. DON'T HURT ANYBODY AND NEVER EVER LIVE SOMEONE ELSE'S DREAM. REMEMBER HOW MANY TIMES YOU GO WRONG, NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES YOU FAIL , DESPAIR, FEEL LIKE THIS WORLD IS AGAINST YOU . IN THE WORDS OF BOB MARLEY , AT THE END EVERYTHING IS GONNA BE ALRIGHT . - SHAH RUKH KHAN aka SRK👑

🎀📖These are some tips which helped me and I live by these tips. I hope these tips help you too. I apologize if the post wasn't helpful🎀📖

[chrisbitchtree]

Money Can't Buy Me Love

For @harringrovelovefest Day 6!

Prompt: Can't Buy Me Love

T - 1k

***

Nothing made Robin madder than knowing she was right, yet no one listening to her, which was why she was so frustrated that Billy and Steve hadn’t gotten together yet, despite her superior matchmaking skills.

She’d been friends with Steve for a few years now, ever since they’d been paired together for training shifts as newly hired employees of Scoops Ahoy ice cream shop back in their hometown of Hawkins, Indiana. It had first been a friendship of circumstance, but then they’d realized how much they had in common, and their friendship had intensified until they were inseparable.

She’d only met Billy the previous spring semester when they’d started studying together for their shared Stats class, but she could tell right away that he and Steve were perfect for each other. Where Steve was sweet and soft, a total romantic, Billy was gruff and brash, full of snark. They bickered over anything and everything any time they were together, but they had the whole opposites attract thing going on. Plus, Robin saw how they looked at each other when Steve would join them for a study session, or they’d all meet up to go to dinner or a movie. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife any time they were in the same room.

Robin wasn’t sneaky about her intent to pair them up, constantly telling them that they try going out on a date sometime, or at least bone each other, even if just to see if they were compatible with each other. She even tried to rope her girlfriend, Heather, into trying to persuade them, but she said she was staying out of it.

But try as hard as she might, Billy and Steve kept refusing, saying that neither of them were looking for a relationship right now, and were perfectly happy as friends. That seemed to be true, both of them members of the same rec basketball team, they worked out together, partied together, constantly featuring on each other’s Instagram stories, and if Steve wasn’t texting Robin, he was texting Billy. She just couldn’t understand why they wouldn’t want to take it to the next level and become the sickeningly hot power couple that they were destined to be.

After months of begging, she’d gotten desperate just before Valentine’s Day. She approached Billy and Steve where they sat across from each other in the cafeteria, sharing a massive plate of fries. “Ok, idiots,” she said by way of greeting. “What’s it going to take to get the two of you to take a chance on each other and prove me right?”

They both paused shovelling fries in their mouth to look at each other before turning their attention to Robin. “$20,” Billy replied, dragging a fry through the big blob of ketchup on the side of the plate. “Each.”

“Ugh, fine,” Robin sighed, pulling out her wallet and extracting two twenty dollar bills. She wasn’t exactly in a financial position to be handing out cash, but it would be worth it when these two boneheads fell head over heels in love with each other.

She handed them each a bill. “You can thank me later, you dumbasses.”

***

Robin knew their date would go well, but she wasn’t quite prepared for just how well it would go. Three days later, on the morning of Valentine’s Day, she left her bedroom and went downstairs, entering her and Steve’s living room to find him on the couch, in Billy’s lap, making out super aggressively. Billy’s hands were down the back of Steve’s jeans, and Billy’s shirt was half off, Steve tweaking one of his nipples, and it appeared that they weren’t kissing so much as trying to swallow each other’s faces.

Robin cleared her throat and they both turned. She smirked at them, her hands on her hips. “So, it looks like I was right. You two are perfect for each other.”

Billy grinned at her. “We have to admit, we were both skeptical, but you were right. We’re made for each other. Look, we got matching tattoos.”

They both pushed up their shirt sleeve to show off what was indeed matching tattoos of a date. Upon further inspection, she noticed that the date was the date before. Holy shit, they were moving faster than she could have anticipated. “Ummmmm, what’s the significance of the date?”

“Our wedding day,” Steve replied. He held out his left hand for her to inspect the silver band encircling his ring finger. “We got married yesterday.”

Billy pulled Steve close and nuzzled his cheek. “We just felt like there was no point in waiting once we got together. It just felt so right to be with Steve, I wanted to lock him in fast. And we only have you to thank.”

“No, no, no, there’s no way. I take it back. You don’t need to be together. You’re too young to be married. There’s so much fun to have out there. You don’t need to settle down. Tell me this is some sick joke.”

Steve broke first, a grin spreading over his face. He started laughing, and it didn’t take long for Billy to join in. He licked a finger, swiping it down Steve’s tattoo, which thankfully started to smear.

“Oh, fuck you,” Robin shouted, walking out of the room to the kitchen. “Why the hell would you do that?”

Billy laughed. “Because it was funny. We’ve been together for weeks, Buckley. We just didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of being right. When you offered us money, it was too good to turn down.”

“Ugh, you guys suck. But I’m happy for you both. And pleased to hear that I’m right. Like I always am.”

[duhragonball]

Phantom Blood Liveblog JJBA ch.6-11

ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL RUGBY?!

We pick up seven years later in 1888. Jonathan and Dio have grown up and gone to college, and they even play on the same rugby team. Jonathan has become swole, while Dio is a speedy, slippery guy. I don't know anything about sports, sorry.

Together they make the play that wins the last game of the season, and they seem to get along well, but each of them still has lingering resentment from their childhood. Jonathan believes that Dio has become much friendlier over the years, but he still can't let go of the incidents with Danny and Erina, though he could never prove for certain that Dio was behind it. So even though he wants to be pals for real, he can't quite bring himself to do it.

As for Dio, this has all been an act. Ever since Jonathan beat the crap out of him in Chapter 5, he's learned not to overplay his hand. So he's just been playing along with the happy family bit until he's old enough to use his inheritance as he sees fit. And now that he's finally reached that age, he no longer has any further use for George Joestar.

The boys go home to see their father, but he's sick, and getting a bit worse. The doctor suggested hospitalization, but Dio talks him out of it. Jonathan is concerned, but he doesn't know what to do about it, so he turns to his other pursuits...

In college, Jonathan studied archaeology, and he's using those skills to study the stone mask that his parents bought on the night his mother died. Seven years ago, when Jonathan and Dio last fought, Dio's blood got on the mask, and Jonathan noticed a strange reaction from it. Here, we see him reproduce the same effect with a drop of his own blood.

His exact motives for studying the mask aren't quite clear. There's sentimental reasons involved, since his father kept the mask as a memento of Jonathan's mother. Curiosity is another reason, and Jonathan suspects that the discovering the secret of the mask might be a noteworthy achievement, but it's unclear to me if this is just an idle hobby or something more ambitious.

I guess what I'm wondering here is whether Jonathan has always been curious about the mask. Did he go into archaeology specifically to study it, or was he always interested in archaeology, and he later realized he could apply his degree to the mask?

Anyway, while he's doing research, Jonathan happens to find the letter Dario Brando wrote to George Joestar before he died. You wouldn't think this would matter much after all these years, except Dario wrote the letter to explain that he was dying, and he told George about his symptoms. And it just so happens that Dario's symptoms are suspiciously similar to the symptoms George is experiencing today.

So Jonathan confronts Dio, who just so happens to be taking George his latest dose of medicine. Did Dio poison his own father years ago? And is he trying to poison George now?

The answer is yes and yes. We get a flashback to Dio buying medicine for Dario that he paid for with money earned hustling pool. Well, chess actually. This is London, so they have to be all classy about their gambling. Anyway, Dario wants booze instead, and Dio is sick of hearing him badmouth his dead mom, so he goes to some Chinese section of town and buys poison from... the poison store?

Dio tries to guilt Jonathan by saying his accusation will end their friendship, but Jonathan traps him by asking him to swear his innocence on the honor of his father Dario. But Dio despises Dario, so he can't bring himself to do it, even as a lie. This exposes Dio's treachery, even if it doesn't quite count as proof. Dio never spoke about his bio-dad to Jonathan, but now Jonathan has proof that Dio hated Dario, which offers a motive for Dio murdering him seven years ago.

Dio tries to punch Jonathan and do that thumb-in-the-eye trick he used seven years ago, but Jonathan's too strong for that now, so it doesn't work. And now that Dio's true nature is revealed, Jonathan does this:

HO-LEE SHIT! HO-LEE SHIT! HO-LEE SHIT! HO-LEE SHIT!

Having thrown Dio off the mezzanine to establish dominance, Jonathan takes charge and arranges it so only the doctors can give medicine to George while he's sick. Not the servants, not Dio, no one else. He then takes the "medicine" Dio tried to give George and goes to London in search of an antidote. Jonathan quickly reasons that it must be an poison from London, since that's where Dio's from, and he must have bought it from an "Oriental" shop, which would make it harder for the authorities to detect or notice.

It'll take three days for Jonathan to return with his findings, and Dio already knows he'll turn up evidence against him, so he has to find a way to kill Jonathan before he exposes his plot. The letter is evidence, but Jonathan took it with him. Fortunately, Dio finds something just as useful in Jonathan's desk: the Stone Mask. Dio had also noticed its reaction to blood seven years ago, and after going over Jonathan's notes, he believes that he can make use of it as murder weapon. Killing Jonathan with a knife or gun would be too suspicious at this stage, but if Dio can get the mask on him and activate those stone claws that dig into your skull, then that would surely kill Jonathan, and it would look like an accident that happened during his study.

But Jonathan's quest takes him to Ogre Street, the worst part of London. He sends the carriage driver back home, and when Dio finds out that's where he's going, he begins to think he won't need to murder Jonathan after all. Ogre Street will surely finish him off instead.

Soon enough, Jonathan gets accosted by some lowlifes, but his determination to save his father makes him too strong for them. That, and all this GRADE A ENGLISH BEEF. He's just too STRONG, and too POLITE. No one can stop him.

But this dude's gonna try it anyway. Say hellow to Robert E. O. Speedwagon. There's no Stands in Part 1, but he's got a hat with circular saws mounted in the brim, which is just about the next best thing.

Jonathan kicks a knife from the other goon and dodging that knife spoil's Speedwagon's aim, but he still manages to hit Jonathan's arm. But Jonathan no-sells the attack with the POWER OF FILIAL LOVE and gives Speedwagon a POLITE KICK.

More creeps show up to attack Jonathan, but Speedwagon tells them all to lay off this guy, because he can tell what a class act he really is. He knows Jonathan could have hurt him really badly with that kick, but he held back. Jonathan explains that he's here to save his dad, and he doesn't want to upset the fathers of these Ogre Street guys by hurting their sons. Speedwagon is blown away.

Meanwhile, Dio can't really do much of anything while he waits for word of Jonathan's death, so he goes drinking in the "port city" near the Joestar mansion. He's beginning to worry that Jonathan might survive the trip after all, and he resents that he's turning to the bottle in his despair, just like Dario used to do. Then he runs into some creeps on the street, and when they pick a fight, he decides to test the Stone Mask on one of them to see if it'll kill Jonathan the way he plans.

And at first it seems to work, except the guy gets back up and starts attacking Dio with fantastic strength. Dio cuts him but it makes no difference, and when he finally gets his hands on Dio he starts draining Dio's blood through his fingers.

And that might have been it for Dio, except this strange encounter just happens to take place right before sunrise, and the first rays of dawn somehow destroy the man, reducing him to ashes.

Dio quickly realizes that the Stone Mask must have some sort of power to affect the human brain, which is still not fully understood to science. Somehow, the culture who invented the mask must have found a way to activate parts of the brain that would transform a body into the vampiric creature we just saw.

But by the time he returns home, he finds Jonathan already there waiting for him. I think this scene takes place in the evening, so I guess it took Dio all morning and afternoon to get back home. He probably had to get some rest and food after that attack, and the vampire broke his collarbone too, which is why his arm's in a sling. So it's been a rough time for the guy.

So Dio's in a bind. He thought he'd have more time to prepare, but Jonathan's here and he knows everything about the plot to kill George, so Dio will have to kill him here and now. But he can't use the mask to make it look like an accident, because it's not exactly a weapon like he once thought.

Also, Jonathan's not alone. Dio tries to play for time, and Jonathan's almost soft enough to give him some, but Speedwagon reveals himself and warns Jonathan that Dio is not to be trusted. He can tell good people from bad by their smell, and he thinks Dio is rotten to the core. Well... I'm not sure "Dio is evil" is a particularly insightful statement, but he's not wrong. "Trust me Mr. Joestar, I'm a good judge of character, and I think this Emperor Palpatine guy is kinda fishy."

And there's more. Jonathan brought along the guy who sold Dio the poison, who can identify Dio by the three moles on his left ear. He doesn't believe Dio will be caught, though, because he can tell that his fortune is incredibly lucky.

Also, the cops are here to take Dio away, and George is back on his feet because Jonathan already supplied him with the antitdote. Yeah, Dio missed a lot while he was screwing around in the port city all day.

But Dio's got one last card to play. He asks Jonathan to put the handcuffs on him, on account of his sling, and Jonathan moves closer to cooperate when...

IT'S HUMANITY REJECTIN' TIME!

Dio's last ditch effort is to try to stab Jonathan and use his blood to activate the Stone Mask, but George steps in a the last second and Dio kills him instead. The police open fire, but it's too late. Dio puts the blood on the mask, and it goes to work...

It's easy to look back on this moment as inevitable. Dio is so well known as a vampire that one might think he planned this from the beginning. But if that were true, he would have used the mask on himself before coming home. No, this was a spur-of-the-moment decision. He wasn't expecting to be cornered like this, and once it became clear that he could silence Jonathan or escape, he decided to take the only path left for him.

And that kind of suggests to me that Dio didn't see vampirism as aspirational. I mean, sure, he spent the next hundred years getting used to the idea, and by the end of this Part he's pretty pleased with it, but you can make the argument that this is just Dio accepting his fate. There's no going back from this, so he might as well embrace it.

This is probably why Araki made sure to establish Dio's violent temper early in the story. He attacked Danny and Erina even when it served no purpose, because he was just too furious to let it go. For all of Dio's cold, calculated schemes, he flips his shit sometimes and acts on impulse. A different man might have surrendered to the police and maybe focused on how to use that fancy law degree to beat the charges. A different man might have stayed away from the house altogether until he was sure he could kill Jonathan with no witnesses. A different man might have poisoned Jonathan first, since George was less likely to ask questions.

But Dio can't help himself sometimes, which is why he got backed into a corner and ragequit the human race.

[linear9]

In my second year doing a masters, once, I was attending a symposium, and the following took place:

I get there exactly on time for the first speaker to start talking about the paper he was in the process of writing. I sit to the left of the (dissertations defense) room, where I coincidentally end up finding an empty chair next to a group of students who happen to be working on the same theory as me, and whom I was on friendly terms with because we attend the same workshops, colloquia..

A few things: the first speaker is a professor at the university I went to. However, he only taught "travaux dirigés" and not "cours", meaning he didn't give lectures because he lacked the qualifications. And throughout the years, I've heard plenty of students complain about him. In fact, he had a reputation of being straight up one of the worst professors: a lot of time, he was absent, and when he showed up, it was to give his students 0 substance, and to waste their time talking about his personal matters.

This guy decides to get one step higher up the academic echelon, in short, to get promoted to get a better salary. And how do you do that? One way among others is to publish articles. So this guy decides to do just that. Except, instead of landing on something in *his* major, he decides to venture into the major I was studying, and in particular the theory I was specializing in. Do I think people shouldn't get to research other majors? No, but this comes with a caveat: the person needs to realize that they're making a huge leap, and that they can't fancy themselves able to master this unfamiliar subject in a few weeks or months. But that's not all: the theory I was specializing in was not liked in our department. I myself didn't like it. To give you a glimpse of how complex it is: in its latest 2014 version, the book delineating this theory was 800+ pages. And that is not taking into consideration the other books and articles the author had published throughout the years, elucidating the theoretical underpinings of the theory. But complexity wasn't the reason I didn't like it, it was rather because of what I thought was *unwarranted* complexity; academia perpetuating itself through overly-abstract mumbo-jumbo that tries to distract you from the fact that it doesn't mean anything and that it's only there so that some people have jobs. But I was pushed to pick it (along with my supervisor) for reasons that I will not detail, because it will make this long wall of text even longer.

I listen to him present the gist of his work on the article so far, I try to not to make what I had heard about him from other students, or the fact that he decided to write an article about a major and a theory he knew zilch about for a promotion (and this is by his own admission)... sway my judgement. And what do you know? Everything about that presentation was ridiculous. For starters, almost everything he said is either completely wrong or partially wrong. The guy didn't understand what he was talking about. But did that faze him? Make him re-think his decision? That maybe if he wanted to pursue a promotion (and his types always think themselves deserving of one) there was still no reason for him to write a paper about something he understood close to nil about?

But this guy's work had one major flaw that simply could not be rectified: the theory doesn't prove what he wants it or purports it to. That was the bottom-line, and the thing that would make all other conversations around his work useless, if not absurd.

He finishes speaking and the chair asks: do you have any questions? So my supervisor, who was the head of the department says: the students working on this theory are sitting in that part of the room, why don't we ask them? One of the girls sitting in front of me fetches the mic, but no one says anything, and an awkward silence ensues. Finally, I raise my hand and speak without a microphone: "how does x prove y?" When I asked that question, I had a solid answer in my head "You can't." But I still maintained a slim chance that I was wrong. To tell the truth I had multiple reasons to ask: 1. I was angry that this work would be even entertained, and I knew that the only reason it hadn't been torn to shreds through insults and mockery was because of who the speaker was: a professor at the university. 2. his demeanor made me angry: he kept cracking "jokes" about the fact that he didn't understand what he was talking about, trying to excuse things that might be wrong about his paper, and to anticipate the fact that he won't be able to answer questions at the end of his presentation, and finally, 3. I think one form of kindness is to not indulge something, let it fester for longer... when it's a cul-de-sac.

He stutters, gives a long-winded answer that answers nothing. By the end, the chair who is a professor of another major, says:" let's ask the expert what she thinks" and yields the floor to my supervisor. She says "I think Mr. ... has been courageous for working on a theory that is very distant from his own major. Please give him one round of applause" And the room claps (Yes, like the meme). The chair then asks "so I take it Mr. ...'s work is correct?" She says yes.

Then, during a break, she (my supervisor) comes to where I had been sitting, speaks to a few other students. I wait for a turn, then I ask her: "I don't want to insist, and if I'm wrong I have no problem accepting that, but I want to know: how does x prove y?" I ask that, after having spent the entire time feeling embarrassed and going through everything I had spent countless nights, from night to sunrise, hunched over a desk, racking my brain, making slow advances..on. She says "It doesn't. But Mr. ... is our colleague, and he's an established name here, and he is owed the utmost respect."

Once, I went to talk to my supervisor about something. She had finished teaching, I trailed slowly behind her as she went to her office in the administration, closed the doors to her office, teachers' lounge... And while she did that, she told me the following about one of the students she had been supervising: "she told me "you didn't understand what I was trying to say, Madam"! Can you believe that? Can you believe the insolence?"

.آه يا قلبي

!ومن بعد نبداو نوحوحو من هجرة الكفاءات! لا ما حقهمش. حقهم يقعدو يعانيو معانا هوني

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

Not sure what caused your religious trauma, but if you used your brain, you'd realize Atheism is a religion too.

LOL. Sure, hon.

You obviously believe in some religion, some god. You also don't believe in all the thousands of others. By your logic, you're a member of not just the religion of the god you believe in, but the religions of not-believing-in-every-other god. The only difference between you and me is that I disbelieve your god in addition to the same thousands of gods as you.

How do you manage your time with such a full load of religious obligations? Do your Zeus non-belief meetings collide with your Odin disbelief worship sessions? How do you fit in your don't-believe-in-Ra scripture study? As a member of thousands of religions of non-belief, how do you ever find time to get anything else done?

And then all the thousands of other clubs. The a-Bigfootism Society. The Banshee Disbelievers Association. The Consortium of Russell's Teapot Rejectors. The Pluto Werewalrus Skeptic's Club. All the billions of organizations and groups that reflect your rejection of an infinite universe of claims that can be made.

Do you see how completely and utterly deranged you sound? Your "logic" is absurd and laughable, yet unsurprising and boilerplate. Do you know how many times the exact same words in the exact same order have been regurgitated at me? You drones don't really think independently, do you? You never ask anything interesting, nor have anything new to say. Just the same vacuous copy/paste "Got Questions?"-grade platitudes on repeat.

Let's see: "How can something come from nothing?" "You'll find out when you're dead." "You believe in nothing." "You just want to sin." "You worship your ego." "You can't prove god doesn't exist." "Everything needs a cause." "Everything is too complex." "The second law of thermodynamics..." "You think a sandcastle can just happen randomly/shake up a box of pieces and form a watch." "Hitler was an atheist." (False)... OMG, I'm falling asleep just typing them out.

Here's a question for you: if your god is real, how come you've never prayed to it for much better arguments? Couldn't an existent god give you an argument that was devastating in its validity and its soundness (you should look that up), and make me a believer on the spot? Or have you prayed for such, and your god's just withholding as usual? Why is it your god doesn't seem to care enough to help you out, and instead leaves you bringing wet spaghetti to a sword fight? Do you think it gets sadistic enjoyment abandoning you with fallacies and rhetoric this idiotic? Is it just not into you?

What you're tacitly saying though, is "you're as bad as we are." Which says a lot. But is a really weird tactic, and not the "W" you thought it was going to be. Why did you think shitting on your own belief system was a good strategy? Anything to try and "own" the atheist, i guess?

But I don't need useless "faith" to not believe in any of the gods. I just need intellectual honesty, and to notice that you can't - and won't - fulfill your burden of proof obligations. That's a you failure, not a me failure.

I have no religious trauma, but your assumption seems like you might be telling on yourself and giving away a little too much. That you assume I wasn't strong enough to deal with it, while you were. What happened to you that made you assume that trauma was an ordinary part of religious life? Like, where did that come from? And why doesn't your assumption make you stop and reconsider what you're doing? Why is it your question is about me, and it never occurs to you to wonder why religion isn't actually any good, why it's so normal and effortless for you to suggest this?

You don't have to live like this, sweetie. You can have a better life. You don't have to live in fear of imaginary space monsters.

[daintyduck99]

soft romance prompts from ash??? don't mind if i dooooo

shifting glances all around the room, and i can't decide between rulie and sweet tarts (the dirty candi girls could be fun!) so you decide 😄

There's something about the new library assistant that's driving Julie crazy.

He demands attention with the way he moves, as if he's dancing to a song that only he can hear. He definitely has the legs for it, long and shapely in a way that almost makes Julie miss her ex-girlfriend.

Maybe that's why he seems familiar, but her gut tells her that it's not just that.

"I know he's cute, Jules, but you'd better stop ogling him before he catches you."

Julie flushes, burying her face in the book she's supposed to be scouring as a reference for her paper. Flynn coos.

"Aw, I called it! Someone has a crush."

"I do not!" Julie hisses. "I've never even spoken to him. He just reminds me of…something. It's bothering me so much that I can't focus."

"Mm, that's what's bothering you. Not the way he winked at you right before he raked his hand through his hair."

"What?!"

Julie's eyes fly back to him, only for him to catch her gaze, and she squeaks, hurriedly looking anywhere else. Repeatedly. Maybe he'll think she's just trying to figure out what section to look in and she only looked at him accidentally.

She does need another book, besides, so she vanishes into the shelves once the coast appears to be clear, still wishing she could literally become invisible as she searches for her source.

The book she needs taunts her from a high shelf, and of course there aren't any step stools nearby, so she pushes her sleeves up with a sigh, bracing herself before she starts to scale the shelves.

"Need some help?"

She yelps as she slips, but a strong set of arms catches her before she can really fall or stumble too far, anchoring her to a firm chest. She tips her head back to thank her savior, only to find her face inches away from that of the cute library assistant.

His eyes are absolutely lethal up close, glittering green above a field of freckles that dot his flushed cheeks like daisies. Even his smile is bright, a disarmingly charming, crooked thing, and her heart pounds furiously in her throat, both from the proximity and the striking familiarity.

She's seen that smile before. Flynn's words suddenly make a lot more sense.

"You're that bassist," she blurts, wincing at her volume, but he quirks his eyebrows in an amused invitation for her to continue, so she does in a hurried whisper. "For Sunset Curve. I saw you guys at that showcase the Creative Arts Center puts on every Autumn. You're really good."

His cheeks go an even more brilliant shade of pink at the compliment, and it's not just her heart that's racing, she realizes with a start. His is thumping just as hard.

"Thanks." He unfastens his arms from around her waist with a sheepish cough.

He's rubbing the back of his neck when she spins around to look at him properly, and she's about to say something, anything, to keep their conversation from ending on an incredibly awkward note, but he surprises her again.

"You're the girl who sang along to most of the songs we covered. Not that you were the only one, but your voice really carries, and you—you're also really good. Like, to say you sound angelic isn't a stretch. I had you pegged as a performance major."

She giggles, covering her mouth to stifle the sound. She can't help it. It should be cheesy, but he's so earnest. He means it.

"Thank you. I am! I would've guessed that you study music too, but I've never seen you in any of my classes. Music minor?"

He bounces on his toes. "Yup! Piano."

"Me too! I couldn't do piano and vocals as my major focus, so."

"I'm sure you could," he says with a shrug, "but they made you choose one."

She pokes him with a pleased smile.

"You've never even heard me play. You don't even know my name!"

"Okay, well, I'm Reggie, and I'm sure if I ever heard you, it would only prove me right."

"Julie," she breathes, offering him her hand even though it's a little late for that, but he takes it anyway, folding it into his larger one. His calluses rasp against her skin, and she suppresses a shiver. "Hi."

He laughs quietly. "Hi, Julie."

He says her name like he's testing it out. He's still holding her hand as he searches her eyes. She doesn't want him to let go.

It gives her an idea.

"Can I write on you?"

His eyebrows fly back up as he finally releases her hand. He smirks at her.

"I usually get asked the other way around—"

She swats at him, and he laughs a little too loud, but no one comes to reprimand them. She's still trying and failing to fight a smile as he continues.

"But sure, by all means."

She's had a highlighter behind her ear. She must look like an absolute dork, but it comes in handy, now, and, well—she kind of is one. Something tells her he is, too.

She scribbles her number on the back of his hand in purple, along with her name and a little heart. He goes a little pink again when he sees it, and she melts, just a little. There's a hopeless romantic somewhere in there, she's sure of it.

"There. So you can come hear me play. Or ask me out. Either would be good. But I'd expect you to play for me, too. Okay?"

"Yeah," he says slowly, "yeah, that'd be—yeah. I'll call you."

She giggles again, pressing her lips to his cheek before scampering back to her seat, and she can't help it if they keep escaping her every time she catches his eyes.

It's not until Flynn gets filled in and lets out an ear-piercing squeal that they temporarily get booted from the library, though.

[woman-i-adore]

04.11.2024

I'm in a period of rest. We're working on the things we're keeping busy with. Life comes at you so fast, and I feel incredibly blessed that everything that I had been stressing over has worked out. I'm learning as I go.

We're all leading incredibly busy lives, but we make time for the things and people we find important. If we can't find the time, we communicate it. We make an effort. I believe in that truth. I won't accept anything less than what I give my friends. Some of my friendships have been feeling one-sided. People I've known for years. As I said, we're incredibly busy... but we're not high schoolers anymore. If we want to maintain our relationships, we have to put in the work to keep in contact. I'm frustrated, because of the lack of effort. I communicated, but I didn't get any effort back. I love spending time with them, but I'm done putting energy into people that don't reciprocate.

Speaking of... My crush is a wonderful guy. But he rarely treats me as anything other than a friend or acquaintance. I wish I could accept the truth as I see it, and move on. Objectively, I know this guy does not want me. Objectively, I know that if he did I wouldn't be happy with the way he shows it.. He wouldn't be the type of boyfriend that I want in my life, and I refuse to accept anything less. But while my brain understands.. My heart is hard to convince. Perhaps the only way this can end is if I confess.

I've never not had a crush. If one guy left, another replaced him. It's like my mind wants to keep busy with someone to obsess over. If I'm ever in a period between crushes, I realize how boring life is. My brain seems to be searching for dopamine, and I love the feeling of 'does he...' that comes with a crush. It's almost like a high when I speak to them or I can interpret one of their actions as a positive sign. But, none of it is real or grounded in reality. It feels good, but artificially so. I've never had a relationship grounded in connection and understanding.

If a crush based on baseless assumptions can feel so good, I hope an actual relationship doesn't disappoint. I want to experience that with someone. I want to prove that I can do it, that I can handle that type of intimacy. If I were to confess to my current crush, perhaps I could move on. I've never willingly confessed to one of my crushes before. I hope secretly that a change in my usual pattern will result in a change in said pattern, and one of my crushes can actually turn into love. I'm hunting for change. My best friend doesn't think he's in love with me. I don't think he's in love with me. So confessing would just be that: a confession. Not a request for a relationship. It would be somethings just for me; so I can move on.

I also want to get over wasting time on my phone or my laptop or social media. I feel disconnected in the present moment, and I think being on my phone has definitely contributed to that. Besides, if I freed up more time on my schedule I could use it to read or study or spend time with the people I love. I fear I'm getting a bit disconnected from other people.

[anicapedscin]

Tips for Beginners

PLAN YOUR AGENDA

It is important to know the agenda of your meeting before you conduct it so you'll be in track. The list of your agenda will serve as your guide or table of contents. Remember that you are the "moderator" in the meeting and as the lead, you do not want your attendees to get lost. As someone new in the career, take note that you have to be sensitive along the way, you have to observe and listen carefully to discussions, you will most likely to hear your boss or client ask you questions like "So what's next?" or "Kidding aside, let's get back to our agenda, where are we now again?" Record and document important details ALL THE TIME. Have a consistent standard format and compile it in a folder with organized label. This will help you go back easily to discussions whenever someone asks you about something.

ASK EVERYTHING 

Do not be afraid to ask everything you need. Make the most out of your chance to ask something. Back when we were studying, we were trained to ask if we have clarifications about the discussion. Same in the real world. Questions is not a sign of ignorance, but actually a sign of intelligence and thirst for knowledge.

DO NOT STOP READING

For beginners, in order to adjust, get similar projects, get resources, read and research. Remember one quote from Napoleon Hill's best selling book "Think and Grow Rich: Rid all things that adds no value." Spend more time reading smart things than surfing non-added value stuffs online. It is okay to have rest from time to time but have this discipline to give time based on its importance. If you find yourself lost scrolling down through Facebook memes, try following motivational personalities or any page related to your career. In time you will notice that you have been reading value-added knowledge to your brain without realizing it.

BE PREPARED

Always be prepared. Especially when talking to a third party service or client. They will certainly ask a lot about your product, your services, your business and or project. First phone call or conversation usually begin with questions like "What do you need?" or "What is the nature of your business?"

YOU CAN SAY NO

Do you recall the saying "Learn to say no?" This should be observed in project management. Do not always agree to what stakeholder wants. Divide their demands into phases and analyze how to include them in your timeline. Be very careful in giving dates, because people rely on your promises. If you are not sure about anything it would be better to honestly say "The complexity of the deliverable needs further studies. I will give you feedback as soon I finished my research about it.. Give me one day to figure it out how long will it really take...." something like that. In learning how to say no, you should also put in mind that Satisfaction in project management is more on subjective rather than objective. Try to take a look at the figure below. Satisfaction differs in perspective. Satisfying wants, and Satisfying needs. As someone in charge for process improvement, you must prioritize the NEEDS of your client. Sometimes the client misjudge their wants and needs. Re-align them from their confusion by politely explaining pro's and con's. You can use SWOT analysis for more detailed data presentation. There are other several tools that you can use. This is where the next tip comes in..

SUPPORT YOUR CASE

Make sure your stakeholder believe in your stand by showing some tools that prove your case/reasons. This is one of my favorite tips which I learned back from college. I could never forget what our professor in Quality Control told us during our class, she said, "If you can't explain it simply, you don't understand it very well enough. - Albert Einstein. "

LEAD AND BE DOMINANT

Remember that you are the "moderator" in the team. As much as you can, be tough and do not let your team feel you are stressed and pressured. Your team are getting their strength from you. In your workplace, you are their number one source of inspiration. You are not just their manager, you are their leader, they absorb the same energy level that you give.

Authors note: The tips I've mentioned are also the things I learned as newbie in the industry. Every time I learn something new I jot it down immediately in my digital note. I would like to share it to other beginners out there who would like to pursue their career in project management, because I know how hard it is to begin empty handed. I've been in a really difficult situation as I was starting my career as Project Manager. The stress is there, the workload is overwhelming, the people you get to interact with is intimidating, knowing that they've been in the industry longer than you but then you are given the responsibility to help them. Work is just tough at the beginning, you need to be brave, you'll get used to it. Remember, "Choose a job you love and you will never have to work a day in your life. " Wait for part 2 for more tips.

[kissproof]

hiii sorry last one hehe! I haven’t graduated college yet (one year left w/ no clear goal) so perhaps could you write some headcanons on the dogs + eddie dating a college/uni reader? tysm again muahh<33

𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 ;)) !! 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦!! 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 (& 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘢𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 <333)

��𝘜𝘔𝘔𝘈𝘙𝘠: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘴 (+ 𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦) 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵

𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘚: 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦

𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙆

sooo many debates for no reason

he’ll always have a counterpoint to whatever you’re supposed to be learning about

these debates actually help you study because you know your shit forward and backward by the time you’re ready to present or take a test

flaunting your good marks when you see him, shoving As in his face to prove you were right

as much as he loves to be right, he can't deny that he admires how smart you are more than he cares about being the one with the outstanding opinion

he'll never tell you that though

𝙒𝙃𝙄𝙏𝙀

gives the absolute best pep talks you’ve ever received

if you’re ever in a stressful part of your term or need a little extra encouragement before a final exam, whatever, he’s always there to give you some kind words

(and a lot of forehead kisses as well)

he also proofreads your papers before you submit because he wants them to be as effective as they can be

i can see him driving you to your favorite restaurant no matter what grade you got. if you didn’t do as well as you’d hoped: food, if you were super proud: food

it’s truly a win win and he is absolutely your biggest fan at your graduation, he decides he can die happily after watching you walk

𝙊𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀

always stays up late to help you study

you’ll be reciting notecards and revising compositions until three, four am when the birds start chirping away

both of you end up falling asleep on your books with empty coffee mugs everywhere

orange dropping you off at your class!!!!

gives you the sweetest kisses (where he’s holding your face in both hands) before you leave, telling you to have a good day

he’ll always realize as he’s almost a block away that he still has one of your pencils tucked behind his ear or something else important you need and runs back to give it to you

𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙉𝘿𝙀

he isn’t as impactful to your college career, i feel he just lays in bed and smokes while you study at your desk

if anything he’s the decompressor (he's closed your textbook on you and told you to get your ass to bed many times)

whenever you’re ready to crawl into bed, he’s there with open arms ready to hold you

when a certain subject or class is troubling you, he’ll listen to you vent

picking you up after class holding coffees for the both of you <3

gets pissed because he can't smoke in any of the places he sits with you at on campus

𝘽𝙍𝙊𝙒𝙉

he’ll overanalyze anything you put in front of him so he’s great when you need to gather extra points about something

he opens your mind to such different ways of thinking that you could’ve never thought of on your own

and he doesn’t even realize how intelligent he is

but there’s so many occasions where he’s just rattling off, going on tangent after tangent until you gasp and kiss his cheek telling him he’s a genius

(we can’t give him too much credit you know he’s still a man but yes anyway)

he’s always super happy to help, even if he has absolutely no idea what he’s done right

𝙀𝘿𝘿𝙄𝙀

you can always go to eddie for financial advising

he’ll help you pay for whatever it is you might need

he also finds a way to get all of your textbooks for free in a less than legal fashion because he "knows a guy"

you ask no questions, that arrangement is just fine

brings you around joe so you can converse about all that you're studying

he's always very impressed by what you get yourself into which makes eddie real happy and proud

[doubtingthomasin]

i am here to prove that i am god's weakest soldier once and for all.

kinktober: hellcheer edition

prompt 1: orgasm denial

word count: 4k

MINORS DNI FFS

(i'm really not sure how many of these i can do since i'm also working on a larger piece...but i just had to try.)

@viharker

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Just act natural, Chrissy thinks to herself, standing outside the door to the drama room. Well, not the drama room itself, but the place where they store set pieces and costumes and the like. Her stomach roils in anticipation all the same.

Eddie had slipped a note in her locker between third and fourth period that day, simply asking her to meet him there once school let out, even more simply signed E.M. She ignored how her heart leapt, as she did every time it made any motion around him. It doesn’t make sense to her, how infatuated she already is with him after only a few weeks of hanging out, if that’s what you can call it. She had agreed to help tutor him for Ms. O’Donnell’s class, and things were going well so far. Probably just wants extra study time, she assures herself, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

She’ll take anything as long as he doesn’t say what she’s dreading to hear the most.

None of this makes sense, Chrissy. We shouldn’t hang out anymore. We’re just too different.

The knots in her stomach tighten again at the thought. She knows he’s actually a good guy, wouldn’t do anything to embarrass or hurt her on purpose, so why else would he want to meet so privately if not to call this whole arrangement off?

It’s a little longer before she realizes she’s been standing there for about five minutes. Maybe he left. Maybe he’s smoking. Maybe she should just knock, for crying out loud.

She does so, timidly so that she thinks it might not carry enough.

“You may enter.”

His sudden voice makes her gasp, and she shakes her head. Get it together, Chrissy. It’s probably just a tutoring session.

She pushes the door open slowly to find Eddie sitting on what looks like a throne at the head of a large table, one foot on the chair, the other leg dangling over the side carelessly. He’s leaning on the chair arm with his hand dangling in front of his mouth, but he rests his chin on his fist as she walks closer. Smiling a little at her obvious confusion.

He looks so damn good she could die.

She offers a small, nervous, “Hi,” little wave and all.

“Hey.” It's all he says, staying still. She can't see how his pulse is jumping in his throat or how she's stolen his breath just by walking in the room.

She looks around the room, empty of any other occupants. Still. “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

He shrugs, folding his hands over his t-shirt. “‘S just us, gorgeous.” Chrissy swears her whole body shudders at the endearment, but it doesn't seem that he noticed.

“Right, yeah. The note.” She nods, taking him in again. His jacket and vest are on the table, his tee dotted with slashes and holes she's sure he made himself–and she realizes he's one of those guys who looks dangerously attractive in one layer. Calm down, Chrissy, holy hell.

“Sorry to be so mysterious." He's up off the chair in one fluid movement, slowly walking toward her. "But I figured if you accidentally lost it, you wouldn’t want someone explicitly knowing who you’ve been hanging out with recently.” He raises an eyebrow, but he doesn't actually mind being her secret friend. Or whatever she wanted to call him.

She can call him anything. No matter what, he's already hers.

She shakes her head. “I don’t care if people know.”

That actually surprises him a bit, though it doesn't show. “Really?”

“No," she insists with a shrug of her own. "I mean…they have you all wrong.”

His somewhat smug grin softens a tinge. “How so?”

“They think…well, don’t make me say it.”

“Why not?” he asks innocently.

“I don’t want your feelings hurt," she implores. Eddie's eyes widen before he scoffs, which then turns into a genuine laugh. It'd been years since someone around his age had given even two shits about his feelings. “Did I do something? Say something?”

He swallows the rest of his laughter before playing coy again. “What makes you ask that?” He's standing right in front of her, and he hopes she can see the affection in his eyes past the teasing.

But he's not sure she can. Instead, she just seems suspicious. “You’re just…acting different.”

“I guess I’ve made a decision." God, here it comes, she thinks miserably. "It…occurred to me when you told me you were breaking up with Jason soon, but it took me a few days to, I don’t know, imagine the possibilities.”

She thought she knew what he was about to say, so the strange turn in subject matter has her shaking her head again. “I’m not following, Eddie.”

“D’you know what makes a good DM, Chrissy?” He looks at her expectantly, leaning back against the table on his hands.

“DM?”

“Dungeon Master." He's moving, can't seem to stop moving actually, walking slowly around her. "It’s a Dungeons & Dragons term. It’s what I am, actually. I decide what happens to all the player’s characters, in a manner of speaking. They roll the dice, but I’ve already laid out what could happen ahead of time. Whether they roll well or badly, I’m always ten steps ahead." 

He puts his hands softly on her shoulders for a moment, but it still makes her jump. "You gotta be. It’s more than just having a good imagination. I mean, I do…God, I do." He's standing right behind her, his voice suddenly heavy, and she thinks she might know what he's looking at. She refuses to get her hopes up. "The point is, in this room, I’m in charge. I rule with an iron fist and very little mercy. So now, being forewarned," He walks back into view, eyes shimmering as he crossed his arms, "I ask you, Chrissy Cunningham. Do you have what it takes to join us?”

She'd been so caught up in wondering whether he was checking her out or not that she almost misses his question. “I'm sorry. Join who in what?”

He looks to the side, wondering how he could've been clearer. “D-Dungeons & Dragons. We’re starting a new campaign next month, and we’ll have the full group as long as…Lucas doesn’t abandon us for basketball camp.”

“W-..." A smile spreads across her face as she realizes this is the opposite of what she thought would happen. "I don’t know the first thing about it.”

“I’ll teach you," he says supportively, waving a hand. "You’re gonna need something to distract you from the heartbreak and I am more than happy to provide that.”

She's honestly not sure what to say. The fact that he wants to include her in a hobby that she knows is vastly important to him has her blushing for some reason. “I…I guess I can try.”

He claps his hands in triumph, making her laugh. “That’s my girl! I was so hoping you’d say yes. Trust me, it’s so fun, especially when you get to make Dustin mad. I do it on purpose all the time." He's grabbing his lunch box and textbook when he remembers the nervous look on her face when she walked in, so he stops, mirth evaporated. "Just out of curiosity, Chrissy, what did you think we were meeting to discuss?”

“I thought maybe an extra tutoring session," she says honestly, but he's giving her that look. The searching one he gave her that first day at the picnic table, like he's trying to read her mind. She decides on more honesty. "Or that you didn’t wanna hang out with me anymore or something stupid like that." She's not making eye contact, fiddling with her hair as she kicks her foot a little on the floor. "It’s so stupid.”

He leaves his things on the table to put his hands on her shoulders. The seriousness in his eyes gives her goosebumps. “Why would I abandon you?”

The way he says it, as if there's no possible way he'd ever consider it, finally brings her eyes to his. “I don’t know.” 

She said it in such a small, quiet voice that it was a good thing he was looking at her lips anyway. He knows she's not naturally quiet, no cheerleader is. It's been instilled in her, forced on her somewhere along the way. He definitely wants to gut whoever did that. 

“I guess," he begins, scratching the back of his neck, "I could…go ahead and tell you something else I’ve been debating. I just don’t wanna make you uncomfortable or make you change your mind.”

Her brow furrows before she smiles softly. “How could you make me uncomfortable?” He's close enough now that he can smell her strawberry shampoo, see the mascara meticulously coating each pale lash above those beautiful blue eyes, the shine of her plush, glossed lips.

He's so close. So dangerously close.

And she doesn't seem to mind.

That knowledge gives him the courage–or stupidity, he'll find out which soon enough–to continue.“ I like you. I’ve liked you for a long time, like years. Like…since the talent show back in eighth grade when you were, uh, the only one who clapped for our song. And um…the last thing I’d ever want to do is make you feel obligated or…I don’t know." He swallows nervously, smiles a little frantically. "I’m losing my words. That’s not a good quality in a DM, by the way.”

“You like me?” Chrissy asks, taking one of his hands in hers. “As in…romantically?” She's almost too calm, but she's still trying to comprehend how this can be possible. He's older and gorgeous and so much more sure of himself than she fears she'll ever be.

Eddie's heart hammered in his chest, trying to escape because it's still too far away from her. He gives a wry nod. “Pretty sure that’s the word for it." Dropping her hand, he shifts both his tone and his body away. "So, yeah. Much bigger chance of you leaving me. And that's what I'm giving you a chance at right now, I guess."

She's starting to get whiplash. "I'm lost again."

"Leave if you want, kill me now before I get attached to you or something." He laughs a bit manically on the "kill me now" like he expects it. She can tell he means it, not taking his eyes off the table as he idly flips at the textbook cover. But he's waiting, breathing heightened as he tries to brace himself for the worst.

"Eddie…" She crosses the small distance, reaching up to touch his cheek. Relief floods them both at the moment of contact, his eyes closing against her cool fingertips on his cheekbone. He exhales sharply, the sound making her thighs clench. She presses even closer, her thumb ghosting over his bottom lip and he shivers. "It's too late for me."

When he opens his eyes, hers are so warm, so innocent and wide that he feels his pants tighten. He almost protests when she removes her thumb, the words lost yet again when she leans up to press her lips to his.

It's a chaste, sweet kiss that his brain doesn't even compute until it's over, so quickly he easily could've dreamt it. He has before. He swallows thickly as he opens his eyes again to find hers are still closed–and his darken as he thinks of the ways in which he wants to consume her. Ways he'd only ever let himself imagine in his room in the dark, now released unbidden in his mind with one, soft kiss.

His eyes are dazed as if he'd gotten hold of some really good bud. He might as well have, for how intoxicating she proves to be. "You haven't broken up with Jason yet." It sounds like a valid reason to stop, but his hands are already resting on her waist, the back of her neck.

His voice is barely above a whisper, reverberating through her chest. She thinks she's already wet. But then her eyes fly open for a moment as his cool fingers reach the heated skin on the back of her neck, and she sees his face and knows she is. "Is that a deal-breaker?" Her voice is high, quaking and strained at the sight of lust in every feature of his.

And then he's smiling, hand sliding into her hair to hold her tighter, leaning into her lips just to brush against them. "Not even close." He chokes it out, already sounding desperate as he kisses her again.

He's almost bruising, he's wanted this so goddamn long, their tongues meeting as she lets him in. But she squeaks, pulling back a little, and he realizes he pulled her hair too hard. "I'm so sorry," he says quickly, panting as she pulls away completely.

Chrissy catches her breath, not taking her eyes off him as her mind absolutely reels. It's obvious from his face, from the red flush and the set of his jaw, that she'd just caught a glimpse of a side of him she wasn't meant to. His eyes are wide, apologetic, and she looks toward the door.

Oh, God, please don't leave me.

"What am I doing?" she asks, staring at the floor for a moment before moving toward the exit.

Eddie's stomach falls in a sickening way, his brain frantically searching for the right words. "I'm so sorry, Chrissy, please." He follows after her at a distance like a puppy, anxiety clawing up his throat, watching her strawberry blond ponytail bob up and down for what could be the last time. “I’m such a creep, I’m sorry. Please don’t leave, yell at me or hit me or–” That’s as far as he gets before he sees her shut the door and lock it, turning to him with a partly amused grin.

“Hit you?” she asks, walking back over to him. He stays perfectly still, unsure whether or not he actually messed up. But she places one hand against his cheek, letting the other slip slowly down from his shoulder to his stomach, leaving a trail of fire in her wake. Her eyes stay trained on his, fleeting glances at his lips, as she presses her body firmly to his. “I could never hurt you, Eddie.”

Oh, if she only knew how horribly wrong she was.

His breathing slows as he realizes everything’s okay, but his heart is making a beeline for her yet again. “I thought you were leaving.” His voice sounds pitiful to his own ears, but he can’t even find any shame in that.

“Don’t think I could do that either,” she whispers, her roving hand resting on his belt buckle. Oh, Christ. "Just thought…we wouldn't want anyone to interrupt us…would we?"

Her eyes are hazy, her bottom lip jutting out slightly, begging to be bitten. Never so fast has relief turned to white-hot need in his gut. A groan escapes him as he feels one of her fingers pressing against his stomach, and the sound makes her ache in all the right places. He says nothing, his voice stolen by the vixen currently letting her fingertips ghost over his collarbone. 

God, she’d wanted to touch him for what felt like ages.

Even just the small movements of her hands has him on a knife’s edge, and he wants to let her do whatever she wants, but he needs clarity. “What exactly are you asking for, Chrissy?”

She slowly blinks up at him. “Whatever you’ll give me, Eddie.” She sounds so pleading, so breathy, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Careful.” He finally moves, taking her hand from his chest and placing it on the back of his neck. “That’s everything, princess.” He’s glad he sounds more confident than he feels.

She smiles as he looks at her reverently, his hands on her hips. “Then…I just want you to touch me.”

At the request he groans again, lower in his chest. “Where?”

And then she says the three most beautiful words he’s ever heard.

“Anywhere you like.”

She tilts her head, leaning up to kiss him, when he suddenly lifts her into the air. Chrissy yelps, her hands meeting behind his neck, and her legs have no choice but to quickly wrap around his waist. He exhales sharply as he feels her heat against his fully clothed erection, and she gasps at feeling him grind into her, happy that she went with a skirt that morning.

Eddie gives her a mischievous smirk before capturing her lips, his hands on her ass and thighs as hers weave their way into his hair. They moan freely, loudly into a furious assault of tongues, lips, and teeth, and she barely feels gravity pulling against her as he lowers her onto the table.

He has one hand on her thigh, halfway under her skirt, as his other hand grabs her chin to break their kiss. She whimpers at the loss of contact, which only makes him laugh, a low, dusky sound as he meets her eye to speak. “Can I taste you, too?” His voice betrays him, shaky and full of hunger.

She’s stunned, her eyelids fluttering as she comprehends his meaning. Jason had said before that boys didn’t like going down on girls, refusing to do it himself even as he asked for a blowjob. The fact that Eddie wants to has her legs opening wider on their own, her skirt falling back prettily against her hips. So she nods, her world tilting on its axis as his thumb presses into her bottom lip.

He swears he’s going to burst just looking at her. “I need words, baby.” 

She exhales shakily, trying to find her voice. “Yes…please.” She somehow makes eye contact, his pupils blown wide so that his eyes look almost black, and wonders if she looks the same. His thumb is still pulling down on her lip, laser-focused as he moves it inward across her teeth.

Oh.

She’d read about this move in Cosmo.

Her tongue languidly laps at the tip of his thumb as she closes her lips around it, sucking him further into her mouth. She gives him those big doe eyes again and she can tell right away that he hadn’t been expecting the lewd display he was currently receiving, his mouth falling further open as he groans loudly.

“Jesus Christ, Chrissy.” He removes his thumb quickly to kiss her again, hand sliding back into her hair as he lays her down. He moves away from her mouth, peppering kisses over her cheek until he makes it down to the pulse in her neck, growling into her skin. “You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”

She can’t focus to respond as the hand on her thigh hooks into the waistband of her panties, pulling gently in question. It’s the only response she can afford, pulling down from the other side as they remove the thin fabric together. Once they’re off, he shoves them in his back pocket, nipping her neck a little when he finally feels how wet she is.

She cries out at the sudden contact, his large fingers stroking almost immediately up and down her opening. “You’re drenched, baby.” Chrissy whimpers at the smile in his honeyed voice, marveling at how he can play with her when he’s just as aroused. 

“Eddie, please, I need it.” And he almost breaks, almost gives into the temptation to rip her clothes off and fuck her into the table. Instead, he removes his hand, neglect drawing a pained whine from her pretty little throat.

“What do you say?” He’s almost kicking himself mentally, on the edge of Heaven itself and he still wants to push for more. Her legs wrap tighter as she ruts against him, and he presses both hands into her hips, pinning her to the table. She whines again, eyes closed with the most gorgeous, agonized expression on her face, and she’s perfect how she is. 

He doesn’t need her eyes open yet anyway.

Eddie catches her chin again, firmly turning her face to where he can rest his lips against hers, speaking into her mouth. She’s already burning up. “What. Do. You. Say?”

“Please,” she cries softly, her cunt throbbing. “I said please.” He’s smiling again, his fingertips brushing the inside of her thigh, a promise of more on its way that makes her squirm beneath him.

“‘Please,’ what?” He doesn’t know exactly why he’s pushing her so much, but she sounds so fucking good that he can’t seem to stop.

She’s almost confused, and she searches her mind for what word or phrase he wants her to use. It doesn’t take her long, and the knowledge of what he wants to hear surges straight down to her clit.

“Please–” she begins, faltering. But she was already too far gone. They both were. “Please, master.”

The hand on her thigh stops, his eyes closing as hers open, his jaw clenching as the sound of her plea reaches into his gut and turns him inside out. He’s kissing her again, lazily licking into her mouth as he resumes stroking her. She moans with relief as he sucks on her neck, her head lolling to the side to give him better access. She’s just relaxing into his hand, smiling and biting her lower lip, when a finger slides inside her. 

Chrissy arches up slightly, mouth falling open as he curls the digit against her inner wall. “Oh, my God.”

He kisses up her throat, trailing his hand down from her hair to over her clothed breast, squeezing. “Let’s stick with ‘master’ for now.” She laughs, a small, clipped sound cut off by his thumb finding her clit, rolling it in small quick circles. She keens at the intensity, and she’s so loud they might actually get caught. Fuck it. “One more finger?” he asks once she’s quieter, his voice somehow stronger.

She nods desperately. “Please, please.” He obeys, and her eyes roll back as he strokes in earnest. His hand slides under her shirt, under her bra, finding her nipple and pinching. Her hand tightens in his hair as she yelps, legs starting to shake. She feels cool air on her chest as he pushes her clothes up, trading his pinching fingers for his mouth.

“Yes, yes, fuck!” She really is being so deliciously loud, and he’s never been harder in his life. He groans as he sucks, but his patience with himself is wearing thin. The fingers inside her quicken, her whimpered words incomprehensible as she gets closer to her breaking point. But he does catch, “Eddie, I’m so close.”

And that’s his cue. His hands and mouth cease their onslaught, and he pulls her bra and shirt back down as she feels an honest flare of anger in the pit of her stomach. She hides it, opting for just as honest confusion instead. “W-What are you doing? I didn’t finish.”

“I know,” he says simply, his cock leaking as he slides her panties up her legs. She catches his wrist firmly. He figured she would, and looks up at her with feigned innocence.

“Why can’t I come?” She sounds so heartbroken that he almost changes his mind.

He sits her up, takes in the exquisite sight of her rucked up skirt, messed hair, her pouting swollen lips and pink cheeks. Christ, she’s perfect. And she wants him.

“Sweetheart,” he begins, grabbing his coat and vest to put them on, “you’re loud enough to wake the dead.”

Her face falls as she looks down at her legs. “I’m sorry.”

“No, no, no, no,” he says softly, taking her chin again and planting a comforting kiss on her lips. “That’s never a bad thing.” His fingers caress her neck and she leans into the touch. “I’m so hard it’ll probably be painful to walk, if that’s any indication of how much I love it.” Her lips curl up in a shy smile as he presses his forehead to hers. “And while I’d love nothing more than to ravish you on this table, you can’t afford to get caught on school grounds, can you?”

It’s a really good point, and she nods against the aching emptiness between her legs.

“So, my lady,” he concludes, pulling her off the table and into his arms, “we’ll just have to move this party outside.” And with one more kiss that makes her giggle, he gathers his things, takes her by the hand, and leads her out to the parking lot.

[peachyysugaa]

troublemaker

― dancer youtubers!lee heeseung x gn!dance major!reader

sparks fly when the top two dancers on youtube collab!

genre: slow-burn fluff, s2l

wc: 3.9k (omg i'm sorry) + 2 twitter pics

warnings: probably some wrong dance terminology, slightly suggestive (the dance is just 😳), short timeskip, it's cheesy please bear with me

part of my youtuber enhypen series, the fifth upload! feel free to read on its own~ ♞──────────────────────────♞

you finish off your last move with your arms wide open, your chest heaving up and down from lack of breath. smiling nevertheless, you know you absolutely love the feeling of getting your breath taken away after dancing because you know it meant you did your best. you walk towards the camera lens and peek at the comments through your open laptop.

"did you all enjoy that?" you ask breathlessly grinning. the flooding comments are filled with compliments from your cover of nct u's boss. however, one comment, in particular, caught your eye as others seemed to reply to it.

heeseung ✔ 2s ago wow that was amazing do you wanna do a collab sometime? 😊

line break insurance you've failed me 5x already

your eyes widen as you let out a gasp. "is that the lee heeseung?" you accidentally say out loud. you wince at the realization of your mistake. the comments are both praising you for your success in getting noticed by the other top dancer on youtuber and relating to your remark.

heeseung ✔ 3s ago haha yes it's me dm me if you want to hear more about it 🤍

"oh wow... this is really cool..." you state before blinking to get you out of your stupor. "well everyone, that's going to be all for y/n's motion of dance today! thank you so much for tuning in, love you!"

you wave goodbye for a few more moments and then shut off the broadcast, closing your laptop as soon as you do. you blink twice and suddenly let out a scream.

you stop with a gasp and cover your mouth with your hands because you cannot believe you forgot that your dance studio isn't the most soundproof of places. "sorry, other dance students..." you whisper to them but more for yourself.

taking a look around your escape, your passion, you can't believe you've made it to where you are, being praised as one of the top dancers on such a vast social media platform like youtube. if anything, you guess it runs in your family, after all, you are related to choi yeonjun, who is considered 4th gen's it boy.

though people were skeptical of you at first when you came on the youtube scene as a dancer after your older brother started taking more to modeling and acting, you quickly proved them wrong by showing them your talent and bloomed from then on. of course, you can't forget to mention the person who skyrocketed just around the same time as you.

and that was the aforementioned lee heeseung. you sigh as you finish packing up your clothes and things to head back to your dorm, glancing out the window to see the sun beginning to set. it seems today was a rare early finish for you.

"i could go for a coffee... i need to finish my classics essay anyway," you mumble to yourself, throwing your bag over your shoulder before hitting the showers and changing into a more casual set of clothes. the finishing touch is a baseball cap that sits snug on your head. tightening the strap on the back and grabbing your backpack and dance bag, you finally take your leave of your beloved dance studio and return the key on the way out. fresh air meets your face, allowing you to take a whiff of the cherry blossoms that have been blooming for a month or so as you make your way to the campus café.

ding ding, the coffee shop's calm doorbell welcomes you as your nose is hit by the sweet smells of freshly ground coffee beans. "welcome!" one of the servers calls at the counter, smiling at your figure that walks closer to order. "what can i get you?"

"hi, may i have..." you scan the menu quickly for a familiar drink. "a honey cinnamon iced latte please?"

"of course, name please?"

"choi y/n," you reply.

if they recognize you, they don't make any notion of it, simply scribbling your name on the plastic cup as you make your payment. you're grateful for the normal interaction and the peacefulness of the café, especially after a surprising stream. "i'll call you when your order's ready, choi y/n-ssi," they inform you with a warm grin.

"thank you," you smile back before going to find a seat. spotting a relatively private area close by with only a pair of boys sitting at the booth, you decide to take the booth two spaces away from them. one boy, you notice, sits taller than the other, but his face is covered by a baseball cap. the other looks like a freshman, his cheeks accentuated by a pair of deep dimples.

as you take your seat, you can't help but think the boy with dimples looks rather familiar but can't seem to place your finger on it. shrugging, you simply begin preparing to write your essay by taking out your laptop and notes from your classics ge. the moment you finish is when you hear your name being called.

"choi y/n-ssi, your honey cinnamon iced latte," the server's voice calls. on your way to receive your awaiting drink, you can finally hear the voices of the two boys sitting two booths down from you.

"did your crush just say choi y/n?" the one with the hat says.

'yes, that's me,' you think to yourself nonchalantly.

"weren't you just watching their stream, heeseung hyung?" another voice says as you pick up your latte and thank the server.

wait, heeseung? as in lee heeseung? it's when you turn around with your drink in hand that you notice the two males looking straight at you. now you're able to make out the features of the boy with the cap, and there's no mistaking it.

"lee heeseung?" you mutter out loud at the same time he speaks out yours.

well, maybe that wasn't what you were expecting today, but hey, life is full of surprises, even if they are one after the other for you. after that unexpected encounter, you and heeseung acquainted yourselves, he invited you to sit with them, and now you're sitting at their table, awkwardly sipping on your latte.

"right, so should i leave?" the other boy, who you found out is studytuber and vlogger yang jungwon (which is why he looked familiar to you), blurts out. you chuckle as heeseung shakes his shoulder lightly. "what? you two clearly have to talk about something, i need to study."

"yea, yea, lover boy. make sure you say bye to your crush on the way out," the male dancer teases, causing the younger one to turn bright red.

"don't call me that, hyung," he mutters before picking up his bag and leaving the booth. sure enough, you watch as jungwon passes by the counter and erupts into a nervous mess the moment the server beams at him.

"ah... so he likes them?" you think out loud.

"yup, it's been almost four months now. i'm the reason he even knows this cafe and that server exists," heeseung mentions, making you nod courteously. he turns his attention back to you with his hand placed under his chin. "but their relationship is besides the point. let's talk about us."

"d-did you have to put it that way?" the forwardness catches you off-guard, and you suddenly have a harder time swallowing a sip of your coffee.

"sorry," he says with a teasing smile. "i just think the collab i mentioned would be good for both of us, and it'll be really fun too."

"i agree, people who like you will come to me and vice versa," you nod. "but do you know what we would be dancing to?"

"so does that mean you're in?" he asks, smile starting to grow on his face. wordlessly, you roll your eyes and hold out your hand for him to shake. that's when his full smile comes out, causing your cheeks to heat up as you think about how much more handsome it makes him look. taking your hand, heeseung shakes it with his vigorously. "alright, dance partner, we have a deal."

after much deliberation and research, the two of you finally agree on troublemaker by the duo hyuna and hyunseung. heeseung suggested this song, stating that he always wanted to do the choreo with somebody and that it's destiny that both males have a name that starts with h and ends with seung. quite frankly, it's not like you could find much anyway, besides some cool music bank mc stages, it is cool that troublemaker was originally an opposite-gender duo in the korean entertainment industry.

the choreography however is an entirely different story. at many points, hyuna's body is touched by hyunseung and vice versa, but if they can do it and stay professional, then you believe you can too. besides, dancing will always be just dancing. heeseung also assures you that if you want, the two of you can just have your hands hovering, which makes you feel relieved to have an understanding partner.

hours pass by, and you and heeseung decide to meet at your usual dance studio daily after all your classes, which wasn't hard because he also frequented the same one.

"i still can't believe we attend the same university," you say aloud as the both of you pack up your laptops and supplies.

"i know right, you would think one of us would recognize the dance studio we go to 24/7, right?" he laughs. "although, i've seen you use a different one sometimes."

"do you really watch my covers and streams often?" you ask baffled. he and you wave the workers goodbye and make your way to the brisk evening air waiting outside as the staff sends you off.

"i do, is that so hard to believe?"

"a little," you reply sheepishly.

"well, let me walk you to your dorm and prove to you how much of a choi y/n stan i am," he boasts, and you let yourself laugh freely as you walk beside him to your destination.

it's strange, knowing a famous youtuber you watched also knew and followed you, but then again, you're not exactly nobody either. when heeseung drops you off, he admits that he actually lives a few floors above you and that you two can walk home together after each rehearsal. it's even stranger, knowing a famous youtuber literally has been on your campus, in the same dorm building as you, and this whole time, the two of you have both been clueless as to the other's existence as an ordinary college student.

speaking of which, he can't be a dance major, right? otherwise, you would've already seen him! these thoughts keep you tossing and turning to the point you don't register when you fell asleep. when you wake up, you feel as if you didn't get any sleep at all, but get up and ready nevertheless, going through another regular day as a dance major.

by the time your classes are over, you walk out of the studio yawning about to stop by your dorm to freshen up and maybe fit in a nap. you're holding a hand over your mouth mid-yawn when a voice starts talking to you.

"good thing i stopped by to get coffee." you open your eyes and close your mouth to see lee heeseung holding two cups of coffee. he's dressed in an oversized white shirt and grey sweatpants, a common dance practice outfit, so why is your heart skipping so many beats. "yo, choi y/n."

"heeseung," you say, still shocked. he hands you the coffee, which is actually the same flavor you got yesterday. "thanks."

"no problem," he replies coolly. "maybe we should take a break before we get to it?"

"i'll be fine, how about we can start watching the choreo?"

"they're always ready to dance," he nods with an impressed smile. "as expected of a dance major."

the two of you walk inside and book a studio for a few hours as you raise an eyebrow at him. "wait, what major are you?"

"music production."

"that makes so much sense!" you say relieved, stepping into the studio room for the umpteenth time. "i was racking my brains wondering what major you were."

"so the famous choi y/n is curious about me?" he smirks. you groan and facepalm in response. "i'm kidding, i'm kidding. let's watch the video on my tablet?"

nodding, the two of you watch carefully, eyes glued to the screen at your respective roles. you hold your breath at some touchy parts but also notice that both idols were able to shine in their solos.

"a few tweaks here and there, and it'll be perfect," heeseung comments once the video is over. "but let's go over some boundaries, yeah? let me know what you're comfortable with and what you're not."

"right," you agree, once again relieved to have such a safe and understanding partner like him. "well, i think i'm okay with you touching my arms, shoulders, and hips like hyunseung did to hyuna. i just need some time to get used to it."

"alright, that sounds good," he says nodding with a hand under his chin. "then for today, i'll just hover my hands over the places they need to be."

"what a gentleman," you tease.

he rolls his eyes playfully at you. "let's start marking."

and so that's what the two of you start on. with the video on the tablet, you go through the motions with the speed lowered, eventually picking up more moves until you're able to follow at the normal speed. as expected of the top two dancers on youtube, the two of you are quick on observing and learning the dance and get done with basic marking within 20 minutes or so.

after marking, you take a quick water break to watch the video again in full detail, officially beginning your first real practice. as promised, throughout the entirety of marking, heeseung has kept his hands to himself, but you've become comfortable enough to have him do a little more.

before you start practicing for real, you decide to speak with him. "hee," you call him as he puts down his water bottle.

"hm?" he confirms that you have his attention, looking up with his large doe-like eyes while wiping his mouth off from some excess water.

"uhm.." you fidget with your top a little before mustering up some courage. "you can do light touches now for the choreo."

"really? are you sure?" you nod at his question, causing him to come up to you and ruffle your hair lightly. you bat his hands away with a pout, smoothing out the mess he made as he laughs at you. "that's great, y/n," he says with a bright smile, unknowingly making your heart beat a little faster as you nod again. in your head, you rush to cover up the physical reaction with an excuse that it's just from the amount of exercise you've done.

the two of you stand in front of the mirror, ready to go. before the music starts, heeseung turns to you and says, "just let me know if i make you uncomfortable at all."

"i'll be fine," you reassure him with a small smile. that's when the song begins, and the sparks start to fly. every move flowed like water, yet every touch between the two of you was like electricity as if the two elements were working together instead of fighting. even though the touches are light, they still put chills up your spine, in a way that you can only describe with the phrase "meant to happen."

was fate moving its course to put this match together, or were you imagining it? you're not sure, but you grin while catching your breath once the first practice is over. falling to the floor softly, you sit with your hands splayed behind you and let out a relieved sigh. "ahh... dancing is so... great!"

heeseung chuckles at your reaction and offers a hand to get you up. "i'm glad you think that because we got a lot more practice ahead of us, partner."

"yup!" you say with a widening smile. the moment you took his hand, you felt an electric jolt that almost made you let go. getting up, you shake it off and barely catch the expression on your dance partner's face. "is something the matter?"

he blinks a bit before he's shaking his head with that charming smirk of his. "nope! let's practice!"

practice, practice, practice. that's how the next few hours go. and just like the day before, heeseung walks you to your dorm building, this time the conversation about how excited the two of you are for the recording.

that's basically how the next four or so days go, now that heeseung came into your life. your daily routine of wake up, eat, class, dance, repeat was shaken by him, because now he was a part of it. it's an indescribable feeling, hanging out with him. the best word, or phrase actually, is the same one you used while dancing with him: meant to be.

so when you finally get to the day of recording, you almost don't want it to end. at least, that's what you're telling your best friend and makeup artist, kim sunoo.

"friend, you're telling me that you and this guy have been following along to..." he tells you to look up as he curls your eyelashes. "a dance like that for four days and you've been getting shocks this whole time?"

"i mean, yeah?"

"y/n, i love you, but you're missing a little something, aren't you?"

"wha-!?"

"pucker up, sweetie, we're making your lips look kissable," sunoo commands. you do an eye-roll but do as he says. "if you don't ask him out or do something by the end of this, you can at least kiss your best shot at a boyfriend goodbye with luscious lips."

he finishes applying the color and asks you to rub your lips together and make that pop sound. "perfect," your best friend compliments. "go out there and get your mans."

"thank you, sunoo!" you say, gazing at your reflection in the mirror and loving the way he accentuated your features. "by the way, you're all talk. you should ask your celebrity crush out when they appear on your channel."

"i'll get there when i get there!" he whines and starts pushing you out of his dorm room. "just go get 'em, tiger."

with that, you make your way to the dance studio where heeseung is waiting for you, dressed in hyunseung's iconic suit with the leopard-patterned blazer. your heart quickens, seeing how much more handsome he looks dressed up, hair slicked back and some makeup done. he looks up upon hearing the door open and his mouth slightly hangs open as well.

the both of you are silent as you approach him, in your equally bedazzling outfit, sheer to mimic hyuna's stage dress. "you look amazing," the two of you say at the same time. stunned at the simultaneous sentence, you two immediately start guffawing at how this was unlike your usual interactions.

"that was so awkward!" you blurt out, unable to contain your laughter.

"yea, not like us at all," he admits while he wipes a stray tear from laughing too hard away. smiling at each other, you admire the way his eyes reflect your image and sparkle. "you ready to get this show on the road."

"ready as i'll ever be." the two of you get into your positions on the opposite ends of the room, and heeseung starts the camera and the music soon after. you take each step slowly to meet him in the middle as he takes your hand and brings it up to his lips to give it a kiss while smirking. you keep your face professional as the two of you take a few steps forward, the back of his fingers curled over the front of yours.

starting back-to-back, you walk forward a bit before the beat drops and heeseung's part begins. you're on autopilot as you dance your fingers from his chest to his shoulders, and then the chorus comes. hips swaying, you're able to feel his hands' light taps on your body as the two of you lose yourself to the music you've danced to hundreds of times this week.

then, it's your killing part as you lipsync hyuna's rap and take bold steps around heeseung's body, ending up behind him to bring your hands over his shoulders and make a scratching movement across his chest. you step towards his side, do your thing, and walk away as if playing hard to get.

you wait for his part during the bridge and make a side glance towards him before moving towards him and performing the hip-heavy part of the chorus together. your partner moves his face up along your arm, taking it in like you're a statue. you then act like you brush him away when heeseung gets close enough. after this second chorus, you're leaving him to do his big solo, watching carefully as he makes his every move precise and crisp yet flow well.

it's the last chorus now, and this time, you can't take your eyes off each other as you finally face one another. you stay drowning in his shades of brown without a single misstep until you have to walk away from him. you wait for him to come towards you, back slightly turned away as he jaunts forward, making his way to be captured by your hand behind his neck.

the last breath of the song is the one where you're supposed to turn your head away as his own chases yours, but this time, you brave forward and lean in close. the music fades away, but all you hear is his breathing, feeling it against your own.

you stay like this, ensnared in each other's arms, forgetting about everything except the person wrapped close to you as you feel his every breath against your lips and every inhale and exhale under your hand. he searches your eyes, looking for some kind of sign. "do you mind if i—"

that was all you needed before you're pressing your lips against his. it only takes seconds for him to kiss you back, moving his hands from their previous position on your hips to hold your face. becoming breathless from dancing was one thing, becoming breathless from kissing heeseung was another thing entirely, it was in a league of its own you note as you pull away and rest your forehead on his.

"we'll have to edit that out," you say after what seemed like ages of taking each other in while chuckling.

"i have a better idea than editing."

"oh, and what's that, handsome?"

"look at you getting all bold, troublemaker," heeseung replies with that smile of his. he shakes his head, moving away from you and taking your hand in his. "how about we go on our first official date as youtube's top dancer couple?"

"that does sound like a better idea," you agree, your own smile widening.

"then let's make it happen, sweetheart."

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a/n: wow this was a long one!! i'm not sure if i detailed all the movements well, but i hope you all enjoyed it nevertheless <3

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Anon wrote: Hello. I'm a 25yo INFJ male. I've been trying different field of studies for years in vain. I know I want to feel useful to society somehow and help people or animals in meaningful ways through my job, so that's why I wanted to go in social services. However, I find myself feeling overwhelmed and struggling to keep my mental health balanced ironically. I tried many jobs and internships in an attempt to prove to myself that I'm capable to realize my goals, but I always end up having a huge mental breakdown that leads to suicidal behaviors no matter the nature of the work (although it tends to be worse if I work in a stressful and oppressing environment ofc).

Admittedly, I have many mental illnesses (bpd, npd and cptsd) that probably explain my difficulty to "live normally", but at the same time, I stubbornly don't want that to limit my potential, so I keep pushing and hoping I can reach my goals. I do not give up easily, I kept on working or studying even if it kills me but lately, I took a break from uni and after failing to keep retail job (again), I wonder if I need to let go of my goals.

If I do, I don't think I can confront the shame of being a failure. I wouldn't know what to do, what am I supposed to do with my life if I cannot achieve anything? Live from a miserable social welfare and hoping I get enough food on a daily basis? Becoming the inadequate and incapable person I fear to be and revealing that to the rest of the world?

If I don't give up and keep pushing, at least, I can't say I didn't try. I know I'll end up kill myself eventually in this path, but I'd rather conserve the few bits of pride I have in myself than cowardly giving up. This probably sounds twisted up but it feels like my existence is doomed for a life of suffering because of how deficient I am, so I might as well "suffer honorably" for my goals at least.

I still have a few months to decide whether I should give up my uni studies and my job hunting for once and for all. But tbh, I could just flip a coin and either result will be the same to me: I'll just end up trying to survive and take my own life. Sigh. As an INFJ yourself, do you have any alternative perspectives to offer? Thank you.

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Thinking in extremes is symptomatic of Se grip problems. Why do you live like you're trying desperately to prove something? Do you really like it? It's a choice you're making. There are as many ways to live life as there are people in this world. Life isn't all-or-nothing. You seem to want to believe it is because it makes you feel as though you have a purpose, or that your life isn't mundane like everyone else's, or that it makes you special instead of ordinary. This underlying egotism infects your every thought and action. When your intention is tainted at the start, you're likely to end up in self-sabotage.

There's nothing wrong with wanting to do some good in the world, but there is something wrong when you use this "mission" to define the whole of your identity or the whole of your existence. This manifestation of immature Ni+Fe points to underlying ego development problems (see the Type Dev Guide). You're merely covering up the emptiness inside when you should be building yourself up properly through developing your latent strengths, talents, and capabilities. We all have potential to fulfill, but your concept of potential is twisted by faulty beliefs.

You have deep-seated shame and self-worth issues that need to be worked out because they influence your entire worldview (these topics come up often, so search the tags). Health is the greatest wealth, and you won't get far without a stronger foundation of mental health. If you don't care well for yourself, you won't have the energy and wherewithal to care well for others. I strongly suggest that you work with a therapist to carefully correct your flawed thinking and beliefs, learn how to cope better with negative emotions like shame and guilt, and work on implementing realistic and incremental plans for the future. Your issues are treatable with therapy, but the key is that you have to want to change your way of thinking and stop clinging to faulty beliefs that don't really serve you well.

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Could we get some headcanons of what it’ll be like to date one of the recruits from rescue bots academy? (Both NSFW and SFW plz or not, it’s fine-)

Let's do SFW. I personally take them as being young adults, but some people don't, so imma just do SFW in this particular ask. You want NSFW, wait till my requests open again to ask for specifically that. Now, let's go!

Wedge!!;

Wedge doesn't ask you out straight up. It's a LOT of snarky banter beforehand, so asking you on dates is actually more implied.

He loves taking you to carnivals and stuff. Stuffed animals, dumb rides-he's 'Mr. Perfect' when you first meet him, but he's not as serious as he comes off.

If you take him to places that involve rides, you will have to hold his hand. It's the only way he can make it through it. And please don't poke fun of him, a decepticon afraid of heights is something that's a sore spot for him.

Doesn't let you carry anything after a day of shopping. He's big strong, and loves to prove it to you. It's almost annoying, but he's cute, so.

He's constantly asking if you wanna build stuff with him. Diagrams, models, all sorts of things that involve you spending a LOT of time with him, and occasionally hand touching.

Don't ask him to pay for things. Not because he can't afford it, my guy just can't fucking math.

Dude LOVES taking you to races. If it goes fast, he's interested. Be prepared to have Hot Shot join tbh, he loves it too.

Honestly you're gonna date Hot Shot too, they're a package deal.

He's not LEGENDERY in his kisses, but he's honest and sweet about it. Likes to hold your face during.

Hot Shot!!;

Awkward. So awkward. Has no clue what he's doing. Seriously, you will have to ask him out, else he's gonna kill himself doing a stunt to impress you. It's cute though, you can tell he's eager.

He wants to impress you like Wedge. Only, he takes it too far, and only does what he KNOWS he's good at, so you'll be impressed by him. His cube skills are great, but it really comes off as self absorbed. Once he realizes you like him though, he's more open for casual dating, liking walks in the park and shit.

Tries so hard to sweep you off your feet. Lots of nicknames that sound awkward coming from him-he'll get the hang of it, eventually. Bear with him, he's still trying to wrap his head around his feelings.

Claims to be a kiss king. Doesn't know what the shit he's doing. He'll learn though, he picks up fast. He'll get so excited though- expect accidental headbutts.

Hoist!!;

Definitely asks for a first date by handing you a note during class. Is a little bit shy, so the classic 'do you like me?' Line is up his alley.

He's very eager to fix things. Things you broke, your sour mood-he's a problem solver for the most part. So much so, you gotta remind him to take breaks, and to be open when he needs help too.

Dates with him include petting zoos, definitely. He likes petting animals with you, and also likes coming up with the best names. Winner gets a kiss. Loser also gets a kiss. It's a fun game.

He'd fight you on it, at least a little bit, but he'd love a good nap and a cuddle sometimes. He's a GREAT cuddle buddy. Mumbles in his sleep, and occasionally sleep walks.

Please take him clothes shopping. He'll wear anything you wanna put on him- especially hats. Oh my god he fucking loves hats.

Is nervous about asking for kisses. You kinda gotta get him out of his shell a bit, but once he's out, he's eager to experiment. Be warned though, he gets distracted easily after, so try not to do it during lab time.

Whirl!!;

Very straight forward, she just eagerly asks if you wanna go on a date. She REALLY hypes it up- even if she thinks a date night is studying police codes.

For actual dates-take the bitch to the aquarium. Seriously, this bitch fucking loves fish. She can name so many of them, you'd think she has a water alt mode. Is also down for watching finding Nemo or any movie with fish. She can absolutely speak whale, just like dory.

Asks lots of questions, sometimes out of nowhere. She just genuinely thinks someone she's dating is so smart, so who better to ask? It's a bit annoying, but she's cute, so.

Will never NOT be excited to hang out with you. Even if you just wanna read a book with her, she drops everything to do it with you.

Expect Chase to third wheel your dates. Not because he's protective- she genuinely wants you to see how cool Chase is. It's cute, until Chase tries to give you a ticket when you try to kiss her.

Speaking of kisses, she's SO enthusiastic! Kisses you out of nowhere, multiple times throughout the day. On your cheek, on your forehead, on your lips. All little pecks. When you give her an actual kiss, she gets all giggly and excited- her rotary blades will spin (speaking of Blades, Blades totally wingmans for you guys. His inner shipper).

Medix!!;

Will not ask you out. Not because of pride or anything like that, he just doesn't see dating as his main focus in life. You'd have to ask him. A...few times. Whenever he's not busy in the medical bay. It comes off as dick ish, but my guy is really just a busy bee.

Dates with him are usually indoor stuff. If he trusts you, he let's you help him in the medical bay, and if you REALLY wanna make him swoon- alphabetize some of his files. Hot.

Doesn't like surprises. Especially confetti related surprises. He's not romantic, but he's practical in a relationship, so he'll be honest and up front about things. While he won't sweep you off your feet, he will know your needs, your wants, your habits. Don't be surprised when he leaves you your favorite snacks at your work station, alongside a little sticker.

Whenever you guys DO go out for dates, it's to listen to music. Seriously, this dude is predictable everywhere else, but once he listens to a sick beat? Dude vibes so fucking hard, it's kinda incredible. He gets his dance skills from Ratchet.

Speaking of Ratchet, he is SUCH a protective uncle. You better bring his nephew home at a reasonable hour. Gives you both a lesson about the bots and the bees. He has a powerpoint presentation ready.

Don't kiss him without permission. If you try to surprise kiss him, he will spray you like you're a feral cat. Don't. Just don't. He doesn't like being touched without permission, at ALL. When he does kiss though, he's actually like. REALLY fucking good at it. Like you'd think it'd be cute, maybe awkward. Lowkey my guy is the best kisser of the bunch, first time leaves your head spinning. It's a medic thing.

[happyselves]

Law of Attraction { Lando Norris x reader }

Disclamer : Swearing !!!

It was a busy weekend for the Mclaren team, they were about to get associated with a new partner. It was a huge contract and it was your first big deal. Mclaren just hired you, you were on probation before your contract will be real. You couldn’t mess up, you needed this job, needed to make your proof. You just got your law degree and it was your first job as a lawyer and you got lucky that you found yourself working as a Mclaren F1 Team new attorney.

This contract was important for both parties and it would go to the press as well. You were set to make your client sign during the next grand prix weekend and it was this weekend.

You spend hours and hours in your office reading the partner offer but something was bugging you and you couldn’t put your finger on it . You had to fly this afternoon to join all the team in Austria and you were starting to feel stress because you knew you had to put that deal on your boss table for him to sign, but that it wasn’t a good one and that we would basically get screw over by some clause or something, you knew it in your guts, you just need to find which pieces of puzzle you were missing. If the partner attorney thought he could easily screw you over like this because you were in your first year of work, he was wrong. You might be a newbie but one thing your mentor had taught you was to never show your weakness. That’s why you spend all night writing a new contract, word by word like the original, to find that little detail and you end up finding it. You were ehausted and tomorrow was the signing day, but now you were ready to show that we can’t fuck you over easily and that nobody should ever underestimated you. That was probably why mister Brown had give you the job, hearing things from is old attorney and your mentor was one thing, but proving how worth of the job you were is another and it will be soon be your moment of glory, but you couldn’t celebrate victory to soon, another thing you mentor had teach you.

Today was the day of the signing, you were stressed, you didn’t know how this would turn out. You were scared to have made a mistake and the lack of sleep was starting to rub on you. You had your plan in your mind, letting the other party think they had the upper hand and not tell them you had found the hair in the soup that will make your client profit and not lose all his money. It was important for you to not show your whole game to the adversary, but let him build his ego before you put that last card that will make you win the whole game in hand.

To make it official, Mclaren had to make the deal in their motorhome, Mister Brown wanted his two drivers to be there with him while signing as well because it was an important partnership for the whole team. It will be your first time seeing them since you entered the company, you were based in the factory back in Woking, but never had met any of them. You were quite intimidated, but the job was coming before anything else, no matter how many hours you spend in your free time to search about these two drivers, focusing on one in particular because he was around your age and something was telling you that the two of you were somewhat alike in certain ways of your life. You would lie to yourself if you didn’t find him attractive as well, but your personal preference when it comes to man can’t interfere with your work, it was your first and most important rule in your code of conduct you had set yourself on when you started studying law.

You arrive early in the paddock, hoping to visit around and discover this whole new world that you knew nothing about. You gotta visit the garage of your team, mechanics were happy to explain to you one thing or two, having a silent competition between them for the one that will have the testosterone level at his highness and find a way to make you fall for them. You already know their little trick going to law school with men, nothing could surprise you anymore. You knew you were pretty or had a little something more perhaps, but seeing gentlemans thinking the same was actually really flattering. After this pleasant little escapade, you find yourself walking the stairs of the Mclaren motorhome reading to meet everyone in the meeting room. You were the last one to enter the room, but you could give yourself the right to make an entrance after the thing you discovered during your sleepless night of searching dirt on the company represented by the douchebag sitting on the opposite side of the table. By his face you knew this man was an asshole and that it wasn’t his first rodeo and you were ready to put a stop into his little illegal business.

However when your eyes meet the drivers, especially the youngest one, your heart skips a bit, before you turn yourself and find your boss judging your rather late presence. You quickly apologize with a nod of the head before inviting them all to sit around the table and start the meeting.

Everything was going smoothly, everyone was happy, except you. You already hated what you were about to do,but you had to act fast otherwise it will be too late and the papers would be signed in front of your eyes.

“ Excuse me, I have one more question before we head toward the signature. “ You interrupted the conversation, looking at your boss, waiting for his approval to continue. After all you were only doing your job to assure everything is well covered, he couldn’t argue on that. The opposite camp didn’t have any objection for you to give a go to your wonder, thinking it would be innocent coming from a young lawyer that is still learning about the job. He made a gesture toward you, avoiding getting over this.

“ Well, mister Backfield, without due respect I was wondering why you were so eager to help our company, I did some research, you know. Usually you are investing in smaller businesses, which will lower profit. Why show the Mclaren F1 Team when it's new territory for you ? “

And action, you knew that every word that was about to leave this man’s mouth would only be total lies, but he didn’t know that. You had the upper hand by far and you won’t give him the satisfaction to put down this team and family.

And he tried hard to explain, save his case, defend himself and if you were naive you would have believed the guy but you weren't and could give a shit about his speech.

" Well I'm afraid I can't let this go on further. "

Everyone around the table was stunted, not knowing what to say. Mister Brown was reading to make you go before you heard him a piece of paper and that's when his face changed and he let you continue.

" You see Mister Backfield, you thought you could screw us over and try to go fish at a bigger price. Unfortunately for you I find out who you truly are. A piece of garbage buying company when they must need it, making them believe you will help them develop until somehow by some miracle they are forced to declare bankruptcy a couple years ago and then you buy them twice the price they truly worth before miraculously going back on the high to sell them three times the price. I don't know you but I call that stealing and corruption and I'm not ready to let my company get fucked over by an asshole like you so you can take you goddamn deal, walk away from here and never show your face around us again or I can talk to the press and trust me they are going to love it. One thing for sure is that if it happens I might win big and no negotiation put on the table will make me give you your money back. " You threw him middle fingers as you stood up and showed him the door.

Everyone was so shocked they couldn't speak, not because of the revelation in itself but how you had handled the whole situation like a true boss, with confidence and pride.

Someone in the room was even more impressed and couldn't even close his mouth, clearly admiring you. If you knew better you would say that right there Lando Norris was falling in love with you and if that wasn't boasting your ego then you didn't know what will.

Mr Brown was the first one to come to you as you all watched the security guys escorting Mr Backfield out of the paddock. He was about to say something but the rush of adrenaline was making you bold and you beat him to it.

" I am so sorry mister Brown I know I should have informed you before the meeting, but honestly I wasn't even sure before entering in that room that my information was right and I only received the confirmation a minute before being here, explaining why I was late. Truly I'm sorry if I put your entire team in a difficult position, I will try to find the best replacement for you I promise you. " You were almost out of breath as you finish you log apologize but realize soon enough that it didn't really matter here.

" I am impressed with you, first month on the job and you are already making yourself irreplaceable, you shouldn't have to apologize and I certainly should be thanking you and giving you a raise. Your mentor was right to gush about you. You are someone else." Proud could be seen in his eyes and his smile couldn't leave his face as he hugged you awkwardly saying thank you one more time before leaving and going back to the garage with Daniel who made sure to wink at you and make a big thumbs up at you before heading out.

However, someone hadn't left his seat, Lando. You thought he was just going to stay there and ignore you but as you were opening the door he smashed it back close behind you.

" I observed you all weekend, wondering why such a little fragile person was headlining such a big deal like this but it turns out I was wrong, never judge a book by it's cover. I'm learning it the hard way. "

You turn to face him ready to get back at him but his lips on you made you shut up. He pushes you against that door again, putting his hands on your lower back. At first you were confused as to why he was kissing but eventually you just stopped resisting and let yourself enjoy the moment. You had a thing for him and you were now sure that these weird eye contacts weren't that innocent. He had a thing for you too.

His kiss could make you reach the roof, you never felt something like that before, not that you had much experience, he knew exactly what would make you moan into his lips and lose balance so he could tighten the grip around you. You needed air but you would not allow it to yourself, you wanted more, you wanted him.

The adrenaline in your system was still pumping through your veins and you couldn't really think straight, your hands found the back of his head, playing with his loose locks of hair. You were holding on for dear life on this ride despite the fact you barely knew the guy.

Lando ends up breaking it up and you realise you were hooked around him as he put you down on your feet again.

" Just for the record, what you did before was so fucking hot that I would gladly be a criminal if that means you would be the one to put me in jail. "

He made you laugh, you were gasping for air, messy hair, swallow lips and redness on the cheeks, no speaking of your clothes being runned and unfolding and your shoes not even on your feet anymore. Everyone knows what they say about aan that can make a woman laugh and you wouldn't argue on that, not with him anyway.

Now that you had a taste of Lando, you wanted more, so much more and by the look on his eyes he was willing to explore the " more " area with you too.

" Okay that was unexpected, but the good kind, so here's what we're going to do. You will knock twice on my door at 23pm tonight, room 344, not a minute before and not a minute after, hope you know what punctuality is because you won't get a second chance. " You gathered all your things, trying to clean yourself to make it look like nothing had happened before you caught Lando's chin in your palm.

" Hope you will have a good defense, because tonight is going to be the trial of your life " You blow him a kiss before leaving his sight, a pride face drawing on you.

MASTERLIST

[azurevi]

study date with the dorm leaders

I forgot to mention that I headcanon Idia's hair to change color according to his mood!! I've seen this in fanarts and such and it's really interesting lol

Riddle

Riddle doesn't mind tutoring you, understanding how this world is completely foreign to you and thus the difficulty you must be facing with the subjects.

You'll either go to a nearby cafe or just his dorm room. He prefers cafes though because then he can order some cherry tarts as he teaches you.

He's gonna be so serious that you almost forget that it's supposed to be a date. Being a reliable and capable dorm leader he nails every subject and finds no problem explaining even the hardest topics to you. He also has many resources that can help with your study. 

If you get tired though, he will give you a little break as he doesn't want to wear you out. Will reluctantly share the tart with you, have a casual conversation while you're at it. Even though all you've been doing is study, he cherishes the time he gets to spend with you alone.

Leona

"Pass,"

That's the response he gives you when you ask him for help -- surely he should know more about the subjects than you do. For the longest time Leona refuses to help, making up some wild lies that both of you know are false. It's not that he doesn't want to go on a date with you, he just prefers staying in and sleeping together rather than facing the dull textbooks and long words. It takes your constant effort of interrupting his naps to get him to agree. 

Although he's going to be grumpy for the entire date you can't deny that he's actually quite knowledgeable. Smart as he may be, he's not going to offer help proactively. If you leave him alone for too long he may even end up falling asleep on his fist. If he understands that you're stressed out about your studies though, he will grudgingly accompany you and guide you through every question, on condition that you go take a nap with him afterwards.

Azul

"You want me to study with you? Sure, but what do I get in return?"

Of course it's a joke. You don't have to give anything in order to spend time with him, he just wants to tease you. Give him a peck on the lips, ask him whether it's enough as payment and he'll crumble into a blushing mess.

Azul is the best study partner. He has all the books and papers from the previous years as well as detailed notes written by none other than himself. He's very proud of his collection of materials, so praise him a bit and fill his ego.

He'll prefer studying somewhere private and away from Floyd. Even if it's just a study date he doesn't want to ruin his time with you.

Even if you can't catch on quick enough, Azul is patient enough to repeat his words. He might get a bit distracted by you during the date though.

Kalim

Let's be honest, you're not gonna get much done. 

Kalim is thrilled when you invite him to a date at first before you remind him that it's a study date. It doesn't matter to him though. Any time spent with you is quality time.

As much as he would like to help, he isn't really all that capable. He already find himself struggling with his own studies, and most of the time he has to ask Jamil for help. 

Halfway through he's going to whine about how boring it is and suggest going out to study on the magic carpet instead, and of course you agree, because who would miss out going on the carpet?

It's proved to be a grave mistake though as some of your notes end up being carried away by the wind and you end up sightseeing instead of actually studying. The sun has already set when you realize how unproductive you've been for the whole day.

"Next time, let's ask Jamil to watch over us…"

Vil

Vil tries not to act too strictly since it's technically still a date, but he can't help it.

He probably has a secret room or place where he finds best to study in, and he'll show you (only after you promise not to tell anyone else)

Not only is he going to prepare every necessary material, he is also going to bring stuff for your break. Healthy snacks, some of Epel's apple juice, fragrance that he claims to be useful for concentration.

If you try to get out of studying by showing him affection he's going to realize immediately.

"We can kiss all you want after you finish the module,"

Needless to say it's a big source of fuel and you end up getting everything done in no time.

Idia

"You want to study with me?" Idia repeats your question, not quite sure he heard it correctly. He isn't exactly an outstanding student, though he excels in technology and computer science etc he doesn't do all that well in other subjects. Is he really qualified to teach you?

"I just wanna spend some time with you," tell him this and his hair will turn into crimson within seconds.

The only place he feels comfortable studying at is his dorm room, so you'll spend your time there. 

He'll try his best telling you everything he knows, and if he comes across unfamiliar topics you can just search online.

During breaks you'll get onto the floor and play a few rounds of video games, maybe eat some snacks. Overall it's just quality time spent together.

Malleus

How did you even manage to ask him out lol

You probably found him strolling outside Ramshackle dorm one night and rushed out to ask for his help

Malleus finds it enthralling -- no one has ever asked for his help in studying before. You just keep fascinating him.

He invites you to his immense library that's like twice the size of that in the school, but he is already a library himself. Growing up he has absorbed a lot of different knowledge as he's the one of the strongest magicians in the world. Anything you don't know, he can probably explain in under a minute.

Will he try to impress you? Maybe a little. He won't admit it easily though.

He tries and fail to focus on the work, always ending up looking your way with intrigue. You may have known each other for quite some time now, but you never cease to pique his interest.