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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 1 year

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You sharing your story inspired me to share mine too, although on anonymous bc reasons.

When I was 19 I met the person of my dreams, after living a life similar to Col's (fuck we even grew up in the same hood as middle schoolers before he went to Cleveland) you had to grow up fast there, in those days, I was drinking and smoking weed by age 10, in a gang by age 11, selling dope by age 12. Anyway, this person...It seemed we had everything in common. They understood me in ways no one else ever had before. They were a few years older than me, but not too many that it felt weird, just felt that they had a little extra experience and that made me feel safe with them. We started out as just friends with benefits, and then they drew bigger lines, slowly claiming me from others who wanted to offer me more. It was such a gradual process the way this person got their claws in me. At first it felt safe to be with them. But eventually it felt dangerous to be with someone other than them. They convinced me that because of my past I was unlovable (something the parental figures in my life convinced me of as well) that no one but them got me. That we were destined for eachother. They began cheating on me when I was out on deployment, would even post it to MySpace (yes I'm old). And id have to explain to everyone in my Division that it was fine, that we were just FWB. The only part is, I wasn't allowed to have side flings. This went on for two years. He convinced me that I was the love of their life, but would take my car and go to the bar with their side piece, they would take my credit card and spend my money on the side piece. Even when I was layed up in the hospital alone with a late term pregnancy about to be lost, they took my car and my credit card to spend on the side piece. I felt so alone because no one understood why I stayed with them but the reality was I truly believed I was worthless after all the love bombing I got from this person in the beginning and how gradual the tearing down process was. They made me feel that I was the reason our relationship had gone sideways, that if I had just been this way or that way or whatever that we would still be happy, that they wouldn't have cheated over and over again.

The thing with Narcissistic Abuse is that they fully make you believe that you are worthless and that everything is your fault. They do it gradually by giving you the love you've always dreamed of, always needed from your parents but never got, a promise that there IS love in life and that you're worthy of it! But then they convince you that they've learned that you aren't worthy of it at all, and then slowly, strategically they take it away,piece by piece, bit by bit, day by day and each piece taken is blamed on your behavior or lack of behavior. They make it all your fault, not theirs. They make you believe that you are worthless, undeserving of the love they gave before they got to know you. They make you believe that now that they know you, you make them sick, you're disgusting, they don't know why they put up with you. They tell you to change. They tell you they're perfect and you are broken so it's your responsibility to change or to "heal" to better the relationship.

To those dropping Colson bc of him staying with MF, please consider this: have you ever been neglected by your parent that was supposed to love you? To the point of running the streets just to have a pseudo family? Have you ever gotten everything you ever needed, ever got the love you dreamed of since you were little and had it turn from a dream come true into a waking nightmare? If not. Maybe try to see it from his point of view. Maybe stop thinking the world is as narrow as your experiences and remember there's a whole world out there you've never even witnessed. Let alone lived in, let alone fought to come up out of. ✌

"at first it felt safe to be with them. But eventually it felt dangerous to be with anyone else." This line. This line right here. That's exactly it.

I'm so sorry for all you've been through and you're amazing for still being here and sharing this. Thank you. I was terrified to put my story out there but it hurt seeing him attacked. You understand it better too because while I hung out with a bad crowd, you were truly where he was really.

I'm sorry for your loss, I think you said you lost a child. I had two miscarriages with him and one after an assault when I was young and it always hurts to hear others going through it. If you ever need to talk my messages are open and I won't tell who you are. Just saying, I'm here.

I'm not ever happy to hear someone else was in such a terrible relationship with a narcissist but that... Understanding I guess? always helps so seriously thank you for sharing and thank you for letting my page be the safe space to do it. Love you, even though I have no idea who you are. Thank you for helping me feel less alone today. You're very brave 🖤

#asks #jinx answers #but not really #i just want this seen #machine gun kelly #mgk #colson baker #abuse tw #miscarriage tw

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limenysnocket · 3 years

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The Plan

Summary: It's your birthday (hooray!) and you still have to work (not so hooray). Nevertheless, you can still count on your friends to cheer you up, but not as much as your loveable boyfriend who insists you spend your birthday with him and a romantic dinner, rather than at a party your friends set up.

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, Taika (yes, he gets his own warning), some content may be explicit-ish.

Request: @whatwememeintheshadows

A/N: So people are actually planning their fics nowadays???? Did I not get the memo or something??? These come straight from my head????

THIS IS SO LATE I'M SORRY. Happy (very) belated birthday.

Tags: @honorarytenenbaum @olyvoyl

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Okay, so maybe work was less of a bitch today, you had to admit. People were nicer to you today, you got an extra thirty minutes added on to your lunch break just because, and, of course, you got a couple of dirty birthday cards and some cash, but that really shouldn’t matter, should it? What did matter, is that you would get to have some you-time, all by yourself, with your vibrator, a couple of movies, and some nice, low calorie ice cream (that tasted like total shit). At least... That’s what you thought would happen.

“You should totally come party with us! I’ve got the booze, Jess has the men, and we’ll make a whole night out of it! Alcohol, strippers, and dancing! How does that sound?” your friend, Enid, reiterated everything for you at least one thousand times today.

“If I wanted a stripper, I’d ask Taika to dye his hair, shave himself everywhere, and oil up a little. That’s the only sight I’d be happy to see, thank you,” you huff and smile. You appreciate the effort to get you out and about, possibly be a little frisky, but your heart just wasn’t in it, and that was much to Taika’s luck.

“Oh, come on. Taika can’t have that much of a grip on you! He has a lot of ‘female friends’, so what’s wrong with you having some ‘male friends’ hm?” Jess cooed to you, but you immediately whirled around, insulted that she would even suggest that you would do such a thing. And you were sure Taika had female friends, yes, but they were just friends. Nothing else. Although, his flirtatious behavior scared you sometimes, at parties. Some of the women would just swarm him, and you feared any one of them would catch his fancy more than you did.

“No. I don’t want strippers at whatever the hell you’re planning,” you stated again, firmly this time. Your two friends whined again, Jess lowering her head in defeat.

“Fine, but can we still bring booze? Invite a few more friends to party?” Enid asked, setting a hand on your shoulder and pleading to you with large eyes.

You chew at your cheek and think for quite some time. Your friends want to throw you a genuine party, and God knows how long it’s been since you’ve hung around a group of unfamiliar faces, especially since you started to date a Hollywood writer. Maybe it was just what you needed. Taika was supposed to be busy for the night, anyway.

You succumbed to the pressure, and nodded. “Okay,” you agreed. “But if we get any noise complaints, your talking to the cops for me.”

“Hell yeah! You’re not going to regret this! Just you wait! Go home and clean your place up a little. I’ll be by in an hour or two to get things set up!” Enid clapped her hands together in mischief, and Jess suddenly looked more spry. You gave her a warning glance, and she only grinned back, before skipping away, chatting gayly with Enid at her side.

You can’t believe the shit you just got yourself into, and you still wouldn’t believe it, the moment Enid and Jess arrived with their arms full of cheap liquor, streamers, finger foods, and a bunch of colorful-looking lights that look like they just came from a Wal-Mart Christmas sale. As soon as you gave them the go-ahead, they started tearing shit open. Between setting up, your phone started to ping over and over again, as well as your friends’ phones. Apparently, just a few hours was enough time to notify everyone in LA about a party, who it was for, and where it was going to be at.

You just sat back and sipped on frozen margaritas (meant for the party, but it's your party so you didn't give two shits), until the party started and there was a heavy flow of people rushing into your home. Invited or uninvited.

When things started getting wild, that's when a pact was made. Enid and Jess would be cleaning up your house after this was over. You were already stepping over beer cans as it was.

You can't even say you were having fun there. You barely knew anyone. Most of the people there were just randoms looking for a good time, and unfortunately you saw some of them getting that good time in a dark corner. You made an excuse to run upstairs and lock all the doors of the bedrooms before anyone could think about getting there. That's what you thought, at least.

The party was getting to be too much, too quickly. In haste, you locked yourself into your bedroom, and took a step back. You could still hear the muffled voices and loud, posh laughter on the other side of the door. Those girls would pay. You rush over to your window, overlooking your backyard and see people divebombing into your pool, creating waves and getting people outside of the pool wet. People were leaving their trash everywhere, and many red, plastic cups floated in the (for now) clear waters. You didn't know how much more you could take. Maybe parties weren't your thing after all. Especially with strangers.

You sit back on your bed and you don't even bother looking out the window anymore. It was best to stay inside your room, if you didn't want to be molested or assaulted by some dumbass who thinks it's okay to anonymously grope women in crowded areas. Your face buries in your hands, griping to yourself how this would be over in a few hours. Right?

There's a subtle knock on your door, and you jump. It's in the regular, stiff-three order, so you are very hesitant about going and getting it. Then, there comes the "shave and a haircut" tune. Not a very good one, and kind of slurred, guessing by the way there was a loud thud at the very end, the person knocking was shoved against the door. Damn you and your pity.

You're quick to move, despite the strong feeling telling you not to. You just knew some poor soul was being smooshed out there. Fuck, you were nervous. This was screaming bad idea, but you were going to pull through anyway. The plan in your head seemed childish, but it should work fine if the person was desperate enough to get in. One quick swipe of the door, and you're golden! Surely...

You flick the doorknob lock and gulp, keeping a tight grip. On the count of three-- and after having to restart because another desperate knock jumbled up your thoughts-- you sent the door flying open. Sure enough, a heavy body came tumbling in with it, tripped, tried to balance, then ended up crash-landing cartoonishly into your bed, bonking their head a tad on the wooden post at the end of the frame. You hissed a little bit, then closed the door again. You rushed to their aid as the person looked up.

"I thought you liked private parties more than this," a soft, kiwi accent cooed at you, obviously through unbridled pain. This bewildered you even more.

Taika was sitting on the floor, legs extended out in front of him, making him look like a giant from your angle, and he was dressed in a blue tux, black dress shirt, and polished black shoes. Well, they seemed a little scuffed now.

"Shit, Taika-- what the fuck are you doing here?" you drop to your knees and cradle his aching head. He winced at the touch, but was too happy to see you again to deny it.

"Well, I came to take you out on a surprise birthday dinner. Maybe pick up a bottle of wine and go dancing with my favorite person, you, under moonbeams and twighlight," his head bobbled from side to side, which didn't help his animated character, "but it seems to me you have company... and a lot of it."

You sigh and brush an unkempt curl back into place while he cheekily grins at you. "This wasn't my idea," you murmur. "Friends set this up. They'll also be the ones to take it down. I didn't really want to spend my birthday with anyone this year. Makes me feel old."

"Well, you seriously should have known someone was about to stop you from taking another bite of that shitty ice cream in your freezer. They dished it out in shot glasses down there. Even a sober chick couldn't handle the taste," Taika snorted playfully and you rolled your eyes. He seemed to be taking this situation surprisingly well. It was weird. "But it was much to my misfortune that your 'friends' got to you before I could. Maybe I should have settled on a birthday lunch, but that didn't sound too appealing to me."

"Would have been much better than the chicken salad and dry-ass piece of cake I had for lunch today," you fired back. He sighed again and stood up with a groan. You followed with him.

"What now?" he mumbled, stroking the stache on his upper lip, then letting the tips of his fingers wander down to his smooth, freshly shaved cheeks.

"Well, we're both stuck here, so I suppose we settle in for the night and wait it out." You plop yourself down on your bed again and just stare up at him. He doesn't move, however. His eyes were focused on the window, more specifically the lock on it, and he was nibbling at his bottom lip. He was thinking. Some people might call it strange to watch him think sometimes. He really was like a cartoon. With one tap of his foot, he spun around on his heel and faced you.

"New plan," he clapped his hands together. "Get dressed."

You were confused for the next fifteen minutes or so. He helped you pick out a deep blue dress that would somewhat match his and black heels. He was escorting you all over the room with his hand on your lower back. He even tried to do your makeup for you, but he was so inexperienced, you had to take over. The last time he had to do someone's makeup was on the set of the original, five-minute What We Do in the Shadows film.

While you finished your makeup, he was practically smooching your window. He was staring at it like a dog asking to go outside. It made you a bit nervous, seeing the cogwheels turn in his head. He took your hand and lead you to the window, unlocking it and pushing it up.

"Want to go first?" he said behind a proud smile. When he only received silence and a pure, "what the fuck," stare back to his face, he shrugged, and stepped out the window himself. Luckily, you knew fully well he wasn't about to fall flat on his face and die on the pavement below. You had a screened back porch, with a roof over it's head as well, since the seasons tend to get very hot and sticky and mosquitoes just love to lay visits. He stepped onto the roof, trying not to bring too much attention to himself. Once he had bounced down, he brushed himself off, then looked up at you, expectantly.

"Come on, then! Don't have all night!" he hollered and waved to you. "Need me to catch you?"

You gulped, not bothering to answer him. You gently scooted your lower half out the window and taking your heels into your hand. You didn't want to break an ankle on the landing. "Lord, give me strength," you muttered, squeezed your eyes shut, then took a leap of faith. You tried not to squeal as the rushing air flew by you like sticky wind, but before you knew it, your feet touched slanted ground. You felt like you were about to tumble, but strong hands met your waist and kept you up.

"Beautiful!" Taika beamed and kissed your flushed cheek.

"I hate you sometimes," you slapped his chest and made him laugh. He took your hand and started leading you to the other side of the porch roof, and came to the end, where your driveway supposedly was. Parked dead center was Enid's big, black SUV. Tall enough to just be a little hop away from the roof.

"One more, leap, dear?" Taika was on the move again, but you grabbed his sleeve before he could actually make the jump.

"Taika, no. That's Enid's car. She already spends so much on gas, think of how pissed she'll be if she has to remove dents from her roof!" you explain, nervous from the outcome of this little plan of yours.

"Sweetheart," Taika said airily, turning his full attention to you and taking your hand again. "If she was a good friend, she would have known a massive party like this would have pissed you off. Plus, I don't think just cleaning the house is going to get even with this God awful day. So, why not put a few dusty footprints on her car, hm?" Taika was back to grinning, and before you could say anymore, he had leapt away and landed on top of the car with a large thud. He motioned to you with a swipe of his hand. You were in way too deep with him to give up on him now.

You followed through, heels swinging in one hand, and he caught you again like the perfect, Maori prince charming he was.

Car hop, after car hop, he lead the way and made sure you were okay with every stop, until you reached a small enough car to hop down, scale the lawn and make it to his jeep.

"That was," you said, breathless. You couldn't find the right words, and Taika just chuckled at you.

"Exciting?" he filled in the blank space on his own, cocking an eyebrow.

"Yeah," you laugh, fanning your chest and brushing a single strand of hair back. "That's a good word for it."

"Well, excitement doesn't stop here," he opened your door into the jeep for you, bowing respectfully and playing everything up for you, like you were royalty. "I have everything set up for you to have a great night with yours truly. As long as everything goes according to the plan this time..."

#taika waititi #fanfiction #taika waititi x reader #what we do in the shadows #taika waititi imagines #taika waititi imagine #taika waititi x you #taika waititi/you

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linkcolnsstuff · 3 years

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Feliks Barnes The Cat

- Bucky Barnes & Stark!reader

anonymous to linkcoln ; hi, you're an very amazing writer! also i love your humor when we talked on Instagram especially your sarcasm! i was kindly requesting an Bucky Barnes and Stark Reader they're like friends? i know it wasn't in your blog but hopefully you'll do it love u linkcoln <33 :3

Pairing(s) ; Bucky Barnes , Stark!Reader

warning(s) ; None , Fluff

Author's Note ; the sweetest thing ive ever read, thank you sam for your requests! and also i do love your humor too as well <33

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unexpectedly you discovered a black stray cat this morning, well you couldn't help but to help it out because as you gave him a treat everyday ad you walked pass by his trash can home he never stop following you.

as you went down into the avengers facility to show your dad what you got for him to take care (hopefully), he kept pressing his cute little fury head into your chest—you couldn't take it its adorable even tho he kinda smell something a little bit

as you walked inside the facility surprisingly pepper caught you up—

" oh hey there (y/n) "

" hey pep.. "

—it seems pepper noticed the black cat you were holding like a baby that you've owned

" we have a visitor here, what's this little one's name? "

what a relief, she likes the cute little black stray cat—you smiled of how aww pepper was into the black cat you've bring home

" yeah, i don't have a name yet "

" just don't name it after a bad word like your dad did Ten years ago "

—she was basically talking about your hamster, Candice basically (can dis nutz fit in your mouth)

" right "

you chuckle trying to hide the fact remembering that Tony accidentally hitting Candice with an broomstick after thinking it was a big fat rat, couldn't forget that it was literally smooth like a cake that have been step on

" anyways gotta go now because i gotta' fix something in the stark tower see you.. "

said both of goodbyes and continue to do yall business(es)—walking in the kitchen smiles from your friends or mostly family to you greet you up

" who's that cute little thing there? "

asked by your cool mother like person, Natasha Romanoff

" uh yeah, he doesn't have a name yet.. "

" the last time you did get a pet was ten years ago which didn't go very well "

oh, it's fury ghod the bald man is here again — you thought

" well, yeah—but I'll make sure he's in a good hands now.., "

" hopefully "

thor, the mighty god chuckle

" aren't you allergic to cats— (y/n) stark? "

shit it's your dad, Tony fuck he's probably going to throw that cat away—he really wasn't a animal person unless when it comes to you are pepper tell him to just bear

" umm, no—me and Betty just discovered this cat a few weeks ago and it never stop following me "

" but that doesn't mean you nerd to bring it here—like here,"

Tony said pointing at the marbled floor—every single time he does this and to be honest it's annoying

" ill take care of it okay dad, you don't need to give attention to his—he's just gonna be in my room "

" please dad, i promise this not gonna turned out like what happened to candi—to my hamster before "

Tony didn't got a choice with those pleading eyes his weak, since you were his world after him and your mother divorced he couldn't help but give up to say yes to his first child

" fine! expect you must locked your promise— (y/n) stark "

" Yeah! crossed my heart till death! "

you yelled excitedly as you ran at the elevator pressing some buttons so it would bring it up to your room—you were extremely happy, you wanted this since you were a kid and yet it finally happens

( time skip )

it's early morning like—2 : 47 am and yet you can't sleep due to your cat kept rolling around in your bed as if it was asking for something, food (nope) attention (nope) cuddling (extremely nope)

the first week of him in the facility was hard, it's like taking care of a kid, you didn't like a kid at the first place but no choice

you decided to take your cat outside who's name was still unknown—you sat on the couch freely opening the window making the cold wind enter the living room, making yourself comfortable and your cat which was on your lap a stepping sounds interrupted you— bucky?

an weird eye contact both of you did, unexpectedly it breaks because of your cat mewling for attention, you have him a weak smile and yet he did just look at you

" is there something wrong? "

—off that you just really need to break the silence and the awkwardness inside the room

" no.. i can't sleep, so you are? "

" not really, to be honest im tired it's just because this cutie here kept mewling "

you chuckle silently as you pet the cats head—bucky sitting on a single person couch resting his whole body in

" i think he needs a lot of attention, or mostly called parent love "

you were kinda shock of what he said like, Bucky Barnes knowing about cats—unbelievable

" parents love? "

" not really maybe belly rub with love "

he said as he make a "swiss-swiss" sound making the cat way into his putting it on his lap—it was honestly impressive even tho he looked like he came from a mancave or something

he lay the cat on its back as he rub its belly along with some humming unexpectedly the cat murmurs into bucky soft touch with its flesh

" wow, impressive,"

you chuckle quietly, into the facts just looking at both of them an names hit your head like a bee insert in your ear hole—FELIKS BARNES

" feliks.. barnes "

you mumble making bucks attention into you raising an eye brow

" feliks and my last name... why? "

" feliks in russian stands for lucky, and your last Name... maybe because feliks like you "

bucky's heart was overwhelmed—he felt happiness into his heart, if he could tear up he literally making a pool, he couldn't believe that he felt this—it wasn't really a big thing for others to be honest but he is definitely happy

" as if im the father "

he joked making you mumble a laugh—after that night you and bucky became nearly closed friends and sometimes cat sharing of course not only for both of you but with the other people in the house including your dad who almost spend his riches with your pet.

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Author's Last note — TBH I FIND THIS REALLY CUTE HOPEFULLY YOU TOO SAM <3

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jisvnq · 4 years

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title | sneaking around

genre | fluff, suggestive, humor, chenle's little sister!reader

warnings | a makeout that's barely there, and a few hickeys oops

word count | 1.8k words

requested | by anonymous

description | where you're chenle's little sister and secretly dating jisung.

z.txt | the text for the headers keep messing up idk why :/ but eh can't really do anything about it ¯\(ツ)/¯ so also idk how to properly write those spicy spicy scenes yet, i'm still learning and i'm doing my best to improve each time :D i dunno, this was supposed to be a timestamp but i got kinda carried away ajdbwjfn here it is!!

Jisung knew sneaking around behind his friends' backs was risky. He knew he'd get his neck snapped in half if he was found out to be dating someone without even his best friend knowing.

Oh, how he hoped to the heavens they didn't find out he was doing exactly that. And with his best friend's little sister out of all people.

"Meet me in my room after they fall asleep," you had whispered in his ear hours ago as you hid from your friends who searched around frantically for the two of you. "And make sure nobody sees you."

Jisung slowly and carefully pushed his best friend's head off his shoulder, watching in panic as the other boy's eyes groggily fluttered open.

"Hey, Jisung," Chenle slurred, still half-asleep. "Where are you going?"

"I– me?" Jisung stuttered, pointing to himself.

Chenle rolled his eyes. "Yes, you. Where are you going?"

"To the– uh," Jisung cleared his throat. "To the bathroom. I– uh, dinner didn't really settle well with me..."

Chenle nodded, waving Jisung off. "You know where the bathroom is, right?"

Jisung nodded, getting up fully and quietly opening the door. "Yeah. I do."

He waited until his best friend's eyes fluttered shut before heading out, closing the door and dashing into the hallway that definitely didn't lead to the bathroom.

Jisung's heart beat a mile a minute as he looked over his shoulder every few steps. If he got caught here, he was gonna be deader than the chicken they ate for dinner. And he was pretty sure that thing wasn't even remotely alive.

"Y/n," Jisung whispered as he knocked frantically on your door. "Y/n! It's me! I'm here! Open up already!"

He heard shuffling inside, and he cautiously looked behind him as if something or someone would just pop up out of absolutely nowhere and tell on him to your brother.

"Hm, I'm surprised you didn't chicken out on me," you hummed, opening the door, only for the boy to rush inside, making you chuckle. "That scared of getting caught, huh?"

"If Chenle catches me sneaking in here, you know he's gonna kill me," Jisung groaned, plopping onto your quite familiar bed.

"Why don't we just tell him then?" you inquired, sitting down beside him. "It's not like it's that big of a deal, you know?"

"Not that big of a deal?" Jisung said, giving you a funny look. "There's something called the Bro Code, Y/n. I'm not supposed to be dating anyone without the guys knowing, and sisters are supposed to be off-limits!"

You chuckled, when his eyes meet yours, pressing a small kiss to his forehead. "Oh, who cares about that silly little code of yours. Come on, Jisung. Lele won't mind. I'm sure of it."

"Chenle out of all people would definitely mind," Jisung said, raising a finger up with each statement. "One, you're pretty much a whole year younger than me. Two, I'm dating you without any of the guys knowing. And three, you're Chenle's sister. You're Chenle's sister, Y/n! Of course he'll mind!"

You rolled your eyes at the boy and pulled him up to sit next to you. "Jisung~ I'm telling you! Chenle won't mind~! Besides, the idiot had a crush on Renjun's younger cousin for like a year. He can't say anything."

"That was different," Jisung huffed, crossing his arms stubbornly. "Those were Renjun's cousins, not his sisters, and it's not like they were secretly dating now too. Chenle is so gonna kill me."

"Not if I can help it~" you chimed sweetly, crawling over to press a soft kiss on his lips and leaving him blushing furiously. "I love you~ my brother just has to come accept that. When we end up telling them, that is."

"You really think we should tell them?" Jisung asked you nervously as you climbed onto his lap. "Y- Y/n?"

"I think we should," you whispered, cupping his face with your hands. "If you want to. But I love you, and I don't think I'll be able to hide it from them any longer. You, Jisungie?"

Jisung felt his heart melt at the amount of love dripping from your lips as you uttered his name, the nickname he refused to let anyone else use. His eyes turning into beating hearts when they meet your similar ones.

Your lips curled upwards into a sweet, sweet smile, Jisung subconsciously mirroring it with his own. Jisung shook his head and you giggled, the sound echoing in his ears wonderfully.

Unable to bear the straining fondness for you in his chest any longer, Jisung leans in to press his lips against yours, hearing himself hum when you respond immediately to his kiss.

Your legs wrapped around his torso and you fell onto your bed with a soft thud, breaking the kiss to let out a few giggles.

"Shh!" Jisung tsked as you bit your lip to contain your laughs. "We're gonna get caught if we're this noisy!"

"Okay, okay," you grinned, copying his radiant smile. "Now, shut up and kiss me then."

"Good idea," Jisung chuckled, diving back in to press a deeper kiss to your waiting lips.

You wouldn't say you were the best at kissing, with the slight risk of getting caught always bugging you in the back of your head. But this time, along with a few nervous giggles, you seemed not to care for once, feeling the boy hover over you to press feather-light kisses all over your face and down to your jaw.

"So we're telling them tomorrow, right?" Jisung whispered, eyes locked nervously with yours. "Y/n?"

You nodded and gave him a reassuring smile, pecking his cheek while doing so and making the flush on his cheeks deepen. You chuckled. "You mean later today, Jisungie."

"That means it'll be alright if I do this then," Jisung hummed, trailing kisses back down to your neck.

"If you do what?" you asked curiously, before letting out a gasp when you feel him suck harshly on your neck. "Park Jisung! What was that?!"

"Just... something," Jisung grinned at you mischieviously, kissing the bruising mark lightly before moving to place another one.

"Jisung, if those things leave marks..." you tried to threaten, failing in your act when a little whimper escapes your lips at his actions. "We- we're gonna be in big, big trouble."

"We're already planning on telling them later," Jisung said with sparkling eyes. He leaned down to whisper in your ear, teeth gently grazing your earlobe. "We can have some fun tonight."

"Hey, Y/n?" the door burst open. "Have you seen Ji– oh, there you are."

"Chenle!" the two of you gasped, Jisung immediately climbing off you with burning cheeks.

"Wha- what are you doing here?" you asked, looking at your brother who had a sleepy smirk on his face. "H- hey! Answer my question!"

"I was looking for Jisung," Chenle yawned. "But he wasn't in the bathroom, nor in the gaming room. Decided to check on you if you saw him."

Chenle eyed you up and down and hummed. "Looks like you two've been busy. I knew you just called him oppa for show."

"I– what?!" you shrieked, throwing one of your pillows at your laughing brother. "Shut up!"

"And... you aren't at all mad?" Jisung asked confusedly, looking to Chenle who made kissy faces at you, much to your annoyance.

"Mad?" Chenle repeated, looking to Jisung this time. "For what?"

"For... uh... finding me in here?" Jisung coughed, blush rising back to his cheeks. "You know, with your sister? You don't have the urge to snap my neck in half?"

"What?" Chenle snorted. "Snap your neck in half for making Y/n happy? Look, I'm just a bit disappointed you didn't tell me about it, but I can never get upset at you two idiots for long."

"So..." Jisung bit his lip, looking to you before looking back at Chenle. "It's alright if we're, uh, let's say–"

"Dating?" Chenle finished with an amused grin, seeing his best friend's face flush red. "Yeah, pretty much figured that out. Also, Renjun and Jeno owe me, Hyuck, and Jaemin hotpot now, so–"

"Wait, you bet on us?!" you asked in disbelief, throwing another pillow at your brother. "You bastards!"

"Oops," Chenle snickered, tossing the pillows back onto your bed. "Anyways, I'm gonna go get some sleep, so you two better not do anything more than kissing. I might just take Jisung's PS4 privileges away next time the guys come over."

"My PS4 privileges?!" Jisung gasped. "Why mine?!"

"What, are you planning on getting them taken?" Chenle teased, making Jisung shut his mouth. "And it's yours because you're the older idiot here, and because Y/nnie gets sister privileges."

Jisung lifted his arms up in exasperation before letting them fall to his sides. "I mean, I don't plan on getting them taken now, but I–"

"Jisung, you idiot," Chenle cut the boy off, throwing a pillow to the younger boy's head. "That's my sister you're talking about, watch it."

"Alright, fine," Jisung said with a snicker, seeing Chenle give him a pointed look. "Nothing will happen. I am the responsible one in the relationship here."

"That is very debatable," Chenle said, making a face. "But I'm serious about it, Park Jisung. Try anything on Y/n and I'm kicking you out."

"Gotcha," Jisung grinned, saluting to his best friend who went out the door.

"Also," Chenle smirked, looking at the marks on your neck. "I think you should cover those up before Dad comes home for dinner later. I don't think he'll be as chill as I am about leaving you and Jisung alone in a room together."

"Y- your Dad's coming over for dinner?!" Jisung said, his jaw dropping as he stared at both you and Chenle in disbelief. "Oh my God..."

"Oops," you grinned sheepishly at him. "Forgot to tell you. He wanted to meet up with you all later today..."

"Ah, shit," Jisung groaned, plopping down onto your bed as Chenle laughed out loud. "Chenle, you are given full permission to snap my neck in half now. Please hurry on with it."

"No can do, bro," Chenle snickered, seeing the look of dismay on Jisung's face as he went out, closing the door behind him. "Y/nnie would kill me if I did. Gotta blast~"

"Y/n, will you–"

"No, Jisung," you sighed, shaking your head as you laid down next to him. "I am not snapping your neck in half for you."

"Well, fuck me then."

"Maybe when we're older."

"Y/n, no–"

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Because why the fuck not

Would you rather..

Be able to get into fictional worlds, but can only come back to reality if you are killed OR be able to bring fictional characters to reality but you can't meet them unless the approach you first?

Meeting your soulmate (platonic or romantic) and not seeing your family ever again OR not ever meeting your soulmate, but live with your family.

Fuck, kill or marry

Sebastian Stan, Alberto Angela, Tyler Posey

Grantaire, Bucky Barnes, Geralt of Rivia

This or that

Jeans or Dresses

Park or Beach

Kisses or Hugs

Apples or Strawberries

Light or Dark

Stay in or Go outside

Singing or Dancing

Sweet or Savory

Long Hair or Short Hair

Make the first move or Wait until someone else makes the first move

Personal questions

What is one thing in your live that you'll do/endure again just because of what it teached you/where it helped you get?

Do you think yourself beautiful?

What's your dream life? (And no, it doesn't sound stupid it's great, whatever you feel like you want to accomplish)

Creepy anons

I once went through your archive to know more about you / your other interest that are not Les Mis

Random questions

What's your comfort food?

Have you ever broken a bone?

Do you own stuffed animals?

When was the last time you ate/drank water? Go drink some more water!

How do you know you're friends with a person?

What's something embarassing that you've done?

Advice

I see you're very stressed for your thesis, honey, relaxing is something very important because yes, you want to graduate, but you're not going to enjoy it if you literally work yourself to exhaustation. Give yourself breaks, and keep it coming girl, big thing are coming your way Peach.

Love/hate

Idk? Like the option to send you anon hate? I love it.

I hate you so much. Like, it should be illegal to be so sweet and talented, it drives me nuts. Girl, you're also so pretty it's annoying, could you stop. And you make me want to hug you with your hcs and make me want to punch people who hate on you for your headcanons. Not cool Riri, not cool.

that was sarcasm

Anonymous secrets

I check your blog daily, I love it a lot. I also have your notifications on and I really love when you post.

Anything you want!

Keep being your sweet and kind self, you're a little jewel I am so glad I found you on tumblr. I love you Peach, hope this makes you happy

Okay I'm really having a difficult time putting down in words how happy this just made, I'm - I woke up with my cat purring on my neck and there are birds chirping outside and it's sunny and I've just watered my plants and there are new blooms through my roses, then I come here and I read this and I'm like- this is so wholesome you have no idea of the smile you've put on my face. Like I'm giggling at my phone because of how sweet you are I'm- how can I thank you? Okay now I'm gonna stop stealing your time and I'll start answering, but keep in mind that you're incredibly sweet and also the reason of my smile today and I really really wish I could hug you now 🧡

Would I rather

It depends entirely on the world the characters are living in, but also the character themselves, I think Enjolras would jump my throat if I decided to take him away from his world in the middle of his revolt, but my general rule would be "is their world better or worse?" and if turns out their world is worse I would take them here. Like I'd sell my soul to take Geralt away from all the people hurting him.

About the soulmate, this is really though. I'm gonna tell you it I'd choose my soulmate but it wouldn't be without regrets. Like- I'm right now in a bad place with my family and I also desire someone to share my days with, you know the little things like arguing over who has to take out the trash or who put a colored shirt in the white wash, but I also think that living away would tamp things out and I would end up missing my family even if we're toxic for each other. Maybe it would be the best thing though, so I would stop being mad at them.

(1)Fuck, marry, kill

I'd definitely marry Alberto, I always scream "my husband!" whenever I see him on TV. I'd fuck Sebastian and I'm not typing the other thing

(2) Fuck, Marry, Kill

You really broke me here, but even if it would break his heart to see another friend turn against him I would try to kill Geralt, because I'm sure I wouldn't be able to actually do it. I'd fuck bucky and I'd marry Grantaire (would he marry me thoug? Wouldn't Enjolras try to kill me?)

This or that

Jeans, because even if I love dresses I think I couldn't practice my dream job wearing them.

Beach, without a single doubt I've always wanted to be a mermaid.

Hugs, hugs are so warm and comforting, I could hug someone without kissing them but I can't imagine it the other way around.

Apples! The green crunchy ones, they're so good.

Light or dark, this is hard as well. You see one of my favorite things is watch the sun shine through my half closed curtains and light up patterns on the wall of my dark room, it's really soothing! But uhm if I had to choose I'd choose light.

Go outside even if I'm socially awkward, I want to spend all my days outside after this pandemic is over.

Singing because I can't dance uwu

Savory

Long hair, I love long hair but I think it's Ariel's fault because her hair were always so pretty floating in water.

I'd wait. I always wait because I'm scared of make a fool of myself, like I'm scared my crush could laugh at me I can't believe someone could be interested in me.

Personal questions

I'd date my ex again. I know this sounds toxic and maybe it is, but going back i would do it again because it made me understand lots and lots of things about myself, what I want for my life, and also that I can stand my ground even if it scares me?

So growing up my concept of beauty has changed incredibly, call it an occupational hazard because of my art studies but I think beauty goes beyond a pretty face, a pretty face isn't what you need to be beautiful. Anyway I can't seem to think this about myself as well (or maybe I do but I don't like myself as a whole) so I think I'm incredibly ugly.

My dream life would be shared with someone that loves me as much as I love them, I want to find a best friend not only a significant other, I want to share my mind with them. And I really really wish to become an archeologist. But even if this doesn't happen it's okay, like I'm gonna try my best but what I really want is to be happy. (thank you because that was my first thought 🧡🧡)

Creepy anons

If you want to know something else you can ask me! 🧡

Random questions

I don't really have a comfort food, I usually just lay down when I'm sad.

I have never broken a bone and I hope it'll never happen because I'm scared of pain. Like, a lot. But I think it's normal.

Yes, I sleep with a stuffed cow, her name is cow, I've had her since I was eight and she's still really soft.

Is it bad I don't remember the last time I drank? I think it is.

I don't know? It's a feeling I think, like, I know I can be myself and not try to be perfect because I know you would leave me or judge me. We're friends if I'm comfortable crying in front of you.

About the embarrassing thing: once I was at a bar. It's our bar, like we always go there and we're friends with the bartenders so I was pretty comfortable. And also a bit sad. And got pretty drunk. Anyway I started talking about my ex while holding the bartender wrist and yes we're friends but not that kind of friends. Embarrassing I would never do it again.

Advice

Thank you so much 🧡 I really needed to read this, I'm gonna screenshot this.

🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

Love/hate

I might have melted through the floor a little bit but PLEASE don't punch anyone I don't want you to get hurt.

Also, I'd definitely hug you back as tight as I can. Really. 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡 And you're the sweet one, look at me I'm smiling again.

Anonymous secret

This makes me really really really really happy, I hope it makes you happy too 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

Anything you want

No one, no one had ever called me a jewel like I think I died a little but it's an happy death i died of fluff because you're just- you're so sweet, I'm speechless i have no words to thank you. I love you too and I really want to hug you because I'm shit at saying thank you but I'm so, so happy right now. Thank you 🧡.

#I am #How do you express yourself when you're happy I don't know what to do #Thank you #🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

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laytonsartblog · 5 years

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The Best of Worst Days

Economic Crisis AU

Ch. 1, Ch. 2

Warning: this content has violence, poverty, guns, starvation, hypothermia, dysfunctional family themes, and dystopian themes. Read when comfortable and in a safe spot. Care for yourself.

Patton has a schedule he dedicates his life to.

First, to get up at five.

Then take a shower, standing in a bucket.

Why a bucket? To catch the dirty water.

After his shower, Patton will put that murky liquid into a filter to drain out all the gunk and make him and his son breakfast while he's waiting. Once he's finished with all of that, he takes the filtered water and pours it into empty water bottles and then throws them into his tiny icebox.

Proceeding is obviously to wake up his adorable little four-year-old Virgil and eat with him until it's time to go at six-thirty, and walk Virgil to his pre-k daycare with the rest of breakfast and the fresh water bottle as lunch.

From that point on it's just to get to his work at the construction site by seven and work until two pm, and pick Virgil up to bring home.

They play and eat and maybe visit the park for two hours, then Patton has to get to his other job down the block at a small crafts store by five, which is where he'll be until midnight, then walk all the way back home and fall flat on his face to sleep on the floor.

Simple, right?

Yes, well, there's this thing called sleep depriviation and insomnia that gets in the way.

When Patton wakes up as he does every day, his tired eyes make their way to the clock before bulging out of his head. It's six am.

He scrambled to get Virgil up and about. "Virgil!" Patton whispered as he gently shook his son's shoulders. "Virgil, Papa's running late for work, you need to make your own sandwich while I get ready, okay?"

Virgil merely whined and curled in closer to his thin blanket.

"Pleeeeeease?" Patton pleaded. "I know it's a bit sudden and I usually let you sleep in more, but Papa can't do everything at once, okay?"

Virgil finally sat up and groaned, wiping his eyes. "S'okay, Papa. I'll help."

Patton smiled softly as Virgil clumsily went about to his little cubby to grab a clean shirt and shorts to change into, before remembering the time and running off to change too.

Patton came out of the bathroom with his expendable construction t shirt and jeans and stared at the time; six-thirty.

"Come on, Virgil," Patton urged gently as he picked his boy up. "We're gonna need to skip breakfast today, but I'll leave you some money to get something at the cafeteria, okay?"

Virgil nodded sleepily against Patton's chest. "Okay, Papa..."

Patton sighed contentedly as he continued to hold Virgil on the rest of the walk to the daycare before placing him gently down in front of the door. He fished in his pockets for change.

"Don't worry, honey, I'll have something here somewhere..." Patton trailed off as he continued to search through his pockets for maybe even a dime, but, no, there was nothing. Patton gave up his search with a sigh. "Well, kiddo, I- I think you'll need to ask for some of your friend's extra snacks, or maybe one of the teachers to get you something because Papa doesn't- Papa doesn't have the money."

Virgil looked like his rubber duck had just been melted and Patton almost teared up at the sight. He hated having to starve his own son because he couldn't get the money.

Virgil ran up and hugged Patton's skinny legs. "Is okay, Papa, 'm okay, Papa go job," he mumbled into the cloth of Patton's jeans. "I go play now." He ran off like a wolf into the night into the daycare, rushing to play with the fun trains. A complete switch.

Patton would have broke down then if it weren't for the fact he was on the clock.

He ran to the site he was supposed to be working on, just two or three miles away. When he got there, however, his manager stood with a tapping shoe and folded arms.

"Look who finally showed up!" she snarked, red luxerious lipstick painted bright to announciate every twisted syllable.

Patton's shoulders went sky high to hide his paler-than-average face. "I-I am so sorry, ma'am," he apologized. "I didn't mean to- my son, I had to drop him off to daycare, and he was being fussy, so-"

Patton didn't like to lie, but it was the only way for him to keep the job. If she found out it was because he woke up late? A big fat 'FIRED' notice would appear in his p.o. box.

The woman sighed. Her foot stopped tapping, but her arms stayed crossed. "Listen..." she started. "You seem to work hard and you've got a kid to take care of. I get it. Times like these in this stupid country can be tough."

Patton felt some hope glimmer in his chest. Perhaps just a warning?

"But that doesn't exclude the fact you've been late four times this month, fainted twice from exhaustion, and spread the cough to my workers last winter."

Patton's heart sank back to where it was before.

"That's why... I need to let you go. It's hard work and I cannot have tardiness and exhaustion running my construction equipment."

And that's when Patton's heart went all the way down to Hell.

"You're... I'm... I'm fired?" Patton gasped out, almost as if he couldn't believe it; or rather, didn't want to.

His manager nodded. "I'm so sorry, Patton, you seem like a fine worker. You're just not cut out for working early hours on tough plaster with a kid to take care of and a whole load of sleep problems."

Patton's hands felt numb but slimy. He was sweating but he couldn't even tell if it was hot. All he felt was cold; cold dread, cold guilt, cold everything.

"I-I'm sorry, maybe I could- maybe you could move me down to textile ordering management?" Patton tried not to let that determined little speck of hope reach too high in his voice; it still strained of heartbreak either way.

Her bright red lips frowned and her mascara-covered eyes closed. "I'm sorry, Patton, but those spots are all full. If you wanted to really work there, you could be the mission boy, but that's significantly lesser pay, and may conflict with the schedule you're on."

Patton sighed, his hope and heart finally settling in a dark chasm in his chest. "Thank you for at least concerning it, ma'am, I'll- I'll be on my way, now."

With a racking breath and wobbly knees, Patton turned away and walked back home. Once through the door, he sat on the small mattress Virgil used and began to sob.

"I can't feed my child, I lost my job, and bills are coming up! What the hell am I to do?" Patton yelled as he bawled into his hands.

Every part of him screamed and ached. He needed sleep, he needed rest, he needed something to eat, he needed his child to hold dear, he just needed; but he can never have what he wants, especially like the sad sack of debt and depression he was.

Patton couldn't exactly tell how long he had cried for, but the next time he looked up at the clock, it was eight am. He figured that the library was open, so he might as well head over there for a free read to calm down.

That, and free wifi and computer access.

Patton tried to make himself not look like the outside rendition of how he was feeling on the inside as he walked along the craggy sidewalks to the nearby city library. His attempts to cover up the way his hair sagged and his eyes pulsed didn't exactly prove fruitful as people walked by in sympathy or disgust. Their reactions only made Patton's heart clench more.

After he finished his three mile walk, he practically ghosted through the library doors; he looked as much, anyway, with his pale face and sunken eyes.

The librarian from across the room lowered his sunglasses, intrigued and a little suspicious.

The depression hit almost everyone, yes, but that didn't mean that hobos possibly addicted to meth were a person Remy was begging to listen to on a Monday morning in a damn library. Remy was not awake enough to tell the raggedy middle aged patron this wasn't the back alley to sneak some crack in before making his way back on the streets to ask for a job, so Remy just adjusted his sunglasses and resumed looking up sugar daddies on his phone.

Patton ignored the stares from the young librarian and instead went to the computer, taking out his library card and typing out the number and sending it in. After waiting for what seemed like hours, the internet finally decided to load the computer up and allow Patton to search for more loan applications and job openings.

However, he came up empty handed.

The jobs either weren't paying enough, required a higher degree than a high school diploma, or were simply too far away. The loans? They would cause more debt; Patton was better off without more false promises.

There was a website Patton was interested in, though, that he found while scrolling through the Google search "friend finding": GetAlong.

GetAlong, apparently, was a free penpal website people could use do the same as texting without having to pay for it. Except, there's a twist; the people you meet are strangers. They could be from across the country, across the planet, your next-door neighbor, anyone who signs up with the site is eligible for you to meet. You could message eachother, send pictures, videos, links, live feeds, and sticker-like emoji; all within the website.

The only consolation is for it to be anonymous. The only information you can put is your first name, your age, your gender, and maybe some things you're interested in. The rest is to fill in for yourself after you meet them.

The reason Patton was so interested is because he needed someone to talk to. Sure, he had Virgil to play with on bad days, and he had his coworker Roman from the crafts store he still worked at, but other than that? No family, no friends, and no help.

Perhaps this website could at least bring him some happiness.

So Patton, with a lot more time on his hands and feeling a lot more distraught than normal, signed up.

Patton Gentile, 32, trans-male. I like knitting, snuggling up in the winter, and taking care of my son. Hope to give you a happy hello soon!

Patton stared back at the words on the screwn with his fingers hovering over the keyboard, motionless.

Was this really all I needed to say? he thought. Did I need to say more, or less?

He decided to get it over with and hit send, leaving his mark on the world.

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datingadviceonreddit · 6 years

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I’ve seen a lot of posts asking for advice that end up having incredibly similar and sometimes preventable problems with the fascinating world of online dating.I’m 28, female and have been using various dating sites with small successes for the last 7 years. I’ve gone from someone incredibly open minded about dating to realizing that I need to narrow down my focus, by a lot, if I want to find someone to fall in love with. I used to write a blog about my bad dates. I probably have enough material to write a book about online dating at this point. I thought I would jot down a few of the common mistakes or problem that people seem to be running into. Maybe all of my experience will make it a bit easier for someone else. I’m not an expert and I’m single currently so take this all with a grain of salt.1) Tinder is the worst dating app out there if you are looking for real love.Tinder is perfect for very pretty people with very interesting hobbies. It is the most look based dating app out there. It’s amazing for hookups and non-serious encounters. Of course there are people looking for their soulmate on Tinder and they may very well find them but that is going to be rare. You swipe based off looks and a headline blurb. It’s very hard to make yourself stand out on Tinder. You have one shot to make an impression. So if you aren’t having any success on Tinder, keep it but download another app. There is no rule saying you can’t have 15 different apps trying to meet people. As long as you're not overwhelmed, you do you. At my peak dating point I had Bumble, OKCupid and Tinder. The free apps are great and you can meet someone looking for similar things but if you are tired of the game and want someone who is as serious about it as you, you might need to pay for an app. If you are both paying for a service, the chances of them being more seriously focused is higher. Not always true, but try to tailor your app choice to what you are looking for. Just a hookup for a night? Tinder is perfect.2) When the person you are talking to starts not responding as often or if you have to initiate every time and it’s like pulling teeth to have a conversation, they are not interested in you. Move on.It sucks, I wish people would just tell you “Hey I’m not interested anymore” but that rarely happens. Yes, sometimes certain life circumstances do pop up. They can get busy with work or a personal emergency pops up, but at the end of the day if they aren’t making any effort to reciprocate or try to get to know you, you need to walk away. If you think they are losing interest and you don’t want to waste your time, ask if they are still interested. Rejection sucks but its dating so it comes with the territory. Better to find out sooner and focus your energies elsewhere. On the flip side of this, if you start losing interest, just fire off a “You just aren’t what I’m looking for” you don’t have to be mean or rude or point out specifics unless asked but give them the courtesy of telling them goodbye.3) Be honest and upfront about what you want.This seems silly but the amount of times I was willing to settle for less than what I was looking for because I liked the person is much higher than it should be. If you absolutely are looking for your soulmate and marriage is what you want as your end game you can absolutely say that. I wouldn’t necessarily lead with the ‘I want to get married within the next 3 years” but telling people on your profile that you are looking for a serious relationship only is a good first step to weeding out the people you wouldn’t end up marrying anyway. If you just want a hookup, make sure that’s apparent too. If someone tells you they just want a hookup, don’t expect anything more. If you do, that’s on you.4) Stop taking rejection as personally as you are.Before online dating we used to have to strike out in person. So we didn’t go after as many people as we do now. We have a surplus of options, at least at first glance. Now we have easy access to hundreds of profiles instantly. We can be pickier if we want and there still is a certain anonymity online. If we are stepping up to bat 50% more than we used to, the chances of us striking out also increase. That’s part of the give with online dating, you have more options but you still aren’t going to be able to win most of them. The thing about online dating is you are really looking through hundreds of profiles to connect with one person. Rejection sucks every time, but just as not everyone will be perfect for you, you won’t be perfect for everyone. So stop taking it as personally.5) Online dating sucks for both sides. Guys have a harder time being given a chance and girls still have to fend off a ton of unwelcome offers/creeps.I will admit when I was online dating I would get at least 10 messages a day, if not more. But out of those ten how many were worth responding to? Several would be hookup offers or something about a penis, some would be rude or sexual. It was rare to get a tailored message saying hi from someone who had actually read my profile. I responded mostly to those. Every girl is different but if you treat us like people we will treat you like people. There are exceptions to every rule, so if a girl is rude to you, move on.Girls, guys have to deal with bots and the pressure to continuously reach out. Generally they don’t have as many options and they aren’t bombarded with messages like we can be. I wouldn’t be willing to say online dating is worse for men or women but both definitely have some major pitfalls that are gender specific more than not. Online dating sucks for everyone, just in different ways.A good piece of advice is to read the profile, find what resonates with you about them and start from there. Don’t be pushy, if you wouldn’t say it to their face as a first interaction it probably isn’t going to be a good first message. Ladies, message men first too! If you see a guy you find intriguing send him a message! Never know what could happen.Give people a chance, they might surprise you.6) Have realistic expectations.Some people look like truck wrecks and have amazing personalities and some look like a perfect 10 and have the personality of a truck wreck. We all have a little truck wreck in us in some way, so expecting perfection from someone is just unrealistic and setting the encounter up for failure. Stop putting so much emphasis on just looks. Looks fade or don't hold up as much in person. There is so much more to people than their looks. I would rather have a guy who treated me nicely than a hot stud who looked amazing in photos but couldn't hold a conversation to save his life. I see a lot of people here saying they aren’t the most attractive person out there and they think that’s the sole reason they aren’t getting any dates, it probably isn't. Looks matter but so does everything else about you.It sucks to be judged by your looks but that is the harsh reality of dating; lots and lots of instant judgement. If you look like Dick Cheney made love to a walrus or 2018 Lindsey Lohan mixed with a gorilla, you probably aren’t going home with Heidi Klum/Mr. Universe home but if that is your type and you absolutely will not talk to anyone less attractive then it’s on you if you keep getting rejected. If you are banking on getting lucky with one hot person saying yes, you probably aren’t going to get a ton of dates. By all means, aim higher than you think but don’t be surprised if you get rejected if you are continually going for people well out of your league.7) Present yourself realistically and take pride in what you look like.Looks absolutely matter (for better or worse) but your face and body are only so much. If you aren’t presenting yourself well then that’s almost more of an issue with being not generically attractive. The care you put into your appearance matters, wear nice clean clothes, take pride in your appearance. I’m not saying you have to lose the weight or go to the gym or spend hundreds of dollars on expensive clothing but make an effort. If you look like you got hit by a truck, you are wearing dirty wrinkled clothes and it looks like you haven’t brushed your hair in weeks, you probably aren’t going to be reeling in any fish. You don’t have to be physically attractive to look nice. If you are on the bigger side and not willing to lose the weight (it’s hard, absolutely no judgement from me) just be honest about it. You can't exactly hide it and attempts to do so just look worse. Don’t take ‘angle’ photos. Don’t use photos from when you were 20 lbs. lighter. You aren’t going to shock and awe someone with your personality if you lied about what you looked like in reality. If you are honest and up front about what you look like right now, people who ask you out or agree to go out with you aren’t going to be shocked when they see you. It hurts to be rejected based off appearance but it sucks to be lied to about what someone looked like.8) Stop trying so hard.There is a reason some of the most common things people will say is that they found someone when they weren’t looking. If you make finding a date your second job, it’s going to consume you. The rejection will hurt more and you’ll feel more discouraged because while you’re putting in so much effort you are still not meeting the one you want. A healthy balance is key in everything in life so it applies to online dating too. Have hobbies that matter and you are interested in. Devote time to friends, yourself and the life outside of dating. Once you have a steady person in your life you are still going to need hobbies and activities outside of this person.If you have any specific questions or just want my take on something, I’m an open book and I’ll gladly try to help. Like I said, take all this with a grain of salt. None of these are rules by any means but guidelines to maybe help steer you in a better direction. Everyone is looking for something different and you might be exactly what someone is looking for as is, so if this helps you great, if this pisses you off and does nothing for you I'm sorry you wasted your time. Good luck out there. via /r/dating_advice

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