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#without repeating myself!! you've heard all of these before but they're still TRUE!!! you're just!!! so COOL!!!
yuriyuruandyuraart · 1 year
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY @jann-the-bean!!!!!
you know i had to draw this lil precious baby again because my GOSH-!!! too adorable<333 (i believe she is capable of murder with how full of rage she is tho- gremlin behavior<;3333)
there's only so many ways i can say how much i adore your art and writings before i become a broken record because SERIOUSLY!!!! you are my biggest inspiration when it comes to writing and i swear if i hear you saying ANYTHING otherwise i'm breaking into your house no matter how far away you are cause i'm not tolerating such lies!!!! you are an AMAZING bean and i would hug you to death if i could >:'Dc <333
mocha belongs to jann
mobster au is both by @help-im-a-gay-fish and jann
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sexydreamgirl · 1 year
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Hi Hera my love, I haven't been on here for a while, I wrote something really lengthy I hope you don't mind, I'm so sorry about this though, I hope you get this though, I don't know if you got my last ask, because I saw you answered one but idk if you got the other one🙃 I was reading your stuff about feeling and I wrote this long ass thing about my thoughts on it😭(I wrote this before so keep that in mind Incase I just repeat what you said or if I misunderstood anything or have a bad view on anything, if so please correct me) once again I'm so sorry this is so long😭
I'm sorry in advance for all of this being so long😭😭😭 I hope you get this omg🙃
I just had an in depth talk with myself, I realized I was unconsciously albeit consciously in some way, manifested someone who I deeply feel for that's a fictional character. The realization was that this feeling I kept having was what kept me REALLY manifesting him, he makes me feel extremely happy, excited, just in love(it might seem crazy to absolutely adore a fictional character but we've all been there and if you haven't...well we're into law of assumption so anything can come true), with him, every thought I had about him was of absolutely euphoria, and I realized with that thought the feeling of euphoria always followed, it made me feel like even though he's in my head I HAVE him, I felt him, his face, his smile, his hair, him.
I have him regardless of what people say about how crazy it must be to absolutely love a fictional character, regardless of all of that. I have him, because it's like, you know when someone you love dies? Of course you mourn for them for a while but eventually you realize even though you can't feel them, touch them, they're still there, whether it be in memories, people, gifts, sentimental things, music, dreams, even if you feel like they're always there with you, in your heart and as long as you have them in your heart and actively in your mind, they're always there.
And I remember someone once telling me when I was REALLY insecure and when I used to believe God was external and not internal,
Person: "if you believe in God, pray to him, you believe he's there right?" "yes." "Then when someone tells you you're beautiful, even if you specifically cannot see it yourself, just like you acknowledge God is there, hearing, you feel him even if you can't see him, why can't you acknowledge your beauty is also there especially since others can see it?" (I remember telling you about this I think).
I feel like in some way it works with the Law as well, you're God, you can't see your power, it's like I always love saying about stretch marks(random in this ask I know), "when you have stretch marks, it's like your bodies way of not being able to contain your own beauty so it presents lightning strikes in it's wake because it's unable to completely contain the beauty you hold." The power is in you, you can't see it because you've spent most of your life acknowledging how out of control you're in, we've ALL heard that BS of "everything happens for a reason," (hell I used to say this a lot🙄) "nothing good comes without hard work," all that shit, you're not rewiring your mind when it comes to the law of assumption unless you want to call it that, you're remembering who you were always have been.
I know law of assumption isn't just about the feeling only(some people even say it's not about feeling at all), it's also about the thoughts, the mindset, the state, the method (affirming etc), but the feeling I've realized is what really makes me feel that it's real, like when I think of him I'm like wow he's so beautiful, I feel the hugs, I feel the love, so much love, I'm crying about it as I write this because that's how much love I feel, the safety he brings me, the peace I feel. So my advice to anyone who wants either SPs, an amazing life, a mansion, more, try thinking about that one thing that makes you REALLY feel, not frustration, not sadness, but happiness, love, fulfilled, for example what's one thing you can revolve your entire Desire life around? Something that makes you so happy, your heart warms up? I'll use mine for example, with him, I see everything, an amazing life, adventure, everything and even more, and when I think of him I feel those things too, I feel the happiness of having those things with him. So if for example you want financial freedom for you and your family? Imagine when you finally get that mansion, your family being happy, whatever it is that makes you the happiest, feel the most warmth in your heart, see it all in your head, then LET GO, this is still the law of assumption, do not attach yourself to this, it's not an obsession, obsessions results from a place of lack, things/people you cannot obtain so you constantly try to obtain more information or closeness to it, that's not what this is, what this is, is you realizing how happy this makes you feel and realizing, you realize that even if you feel like your thoughts may not be real(FOR THE TIME BEING) this feeling of happiness IS.
I know facts are real and not feelings, but lets be real here most of us have always felt AT ONE POINT (hopefully not anymore 👀) that the things we are manifesting now were once "impossible," so much that probably even once in our journey we said, "there's no way this is so easy." BUT IT IS, make it easy for yourself, everytime you breathe you manifest? It is done, because you said so. Everytime you feel sad, you manifest? It's done because you said so. I realized this is probably what makes a lot of people doubt themselves, when you affirm and affirm, a lot of people says "it doesn't feel real," because as they manifest they FEEL anxiety, they FEEL nervous like nothing is gonna happen, they probably trust their feelings more than their minds and I understand that because bruh I have horrible intrusive thoughts, but for some reason whenever I really FEEL something those thoughts never bother me.
We all know the statement "love is blind," because even the strongest minded person can have their feelings overtake their thoughts. A lot of people say the "state of wish fulfilled" which is a state of mind which is also a "feeling of wish fulfilled," you're ABSOLUTELY sure, completely free of anxiety, all doubt, you just feel content, happiness, peace.
Another example is when you listen to music, you're in whatever state that song presents, I'm not saying stay in this fake happiness, no that's unhealthy, don't do that, what I'm saying is if you're affirming find something that triggers an emotional response in the best way possible, if you're visualizing FEEL the things you're visualizing (which is what happens anyway), if the thing that triggers happiness is a person and you're manifesting a mansion? Show that person your mansion, show them your new amazing life, if you feel a lack when it comes to them too? Try a thing, something specific, a teddy bear you had in your childhood? You're carrying it with you and holding it.
Age regression is something that might be helpful to childhood trauma survivors(I am and I am also a pyschology major btw anyone can use this not just survivors), it can also help people who need help manifesting, go back to that childhood place, that feeling of everything is magical, everything is possible in your imagination, why do you think so many people think children/animals are more prone to seeing things like spirits(both dogs and children) and fairies(just children)? Because they're young(fun fact I included animals because animals can grow into the mindset of two year olds meaning they can learn as much as a child that is two or three years old) they have a LIMITLESS mindset, their minds aren't tainted by crappy sayings like "work hard or you're never gonna accomplish anything." They live in their head, which is what you should as well, your child self is still there, you just repressed them, whenever you're manifesting bring them out a little, that fun, happy, limitless being you've always been EVEN as a child.
-🥺💖
Again I'm sorry the length of this is😭🙃
Oh this encapsulates feeling so WELL thank you, angel!
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helloalycia · 4 years
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cheater [two] | kara danvers
summary: just when you thought you were getting over your ex, she manages to find a way to weasel her way back in and make you doubt what you thought you had
warning/s: none.
author's note: I'll be posting part 3 tomorrow (the final part) so stay tuned! I've also got a lena imagine coming up the day after! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, everyone! :) 
part one | part three | masterlist | wattpad
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Kara was becoming a frequent presence more and more in life as time went on. She was always there for me to count on, even when I didn't know I needed it, and I was extremely grateful. I wasn't even sure why she ever took a liking towards me, but I was lucky she did.
She'd come over to mine every other evening and invited me over to hers as well, and I welcomed the distraction whilst in the healing process of Anna and I's breakup.
I'd see the she-devil around work as little as I could manage, along with her new girlfriend – because of course they were dating now – but I tried not to let it affect me. Every time I found myself self-deprecating, I tried to remember it wasn't my fault. She was just a shitty person.
Eventually I stopped getting pitiful looks off people around the office. It wasn't helping with my self-esteem. Kara was a big help with that though, managing to glare people into looking the other way. It was funny after a while, how she stuck up for me like nobody had before.
I wanted to thank her somehow, for being there for me, but I wasn't sure what to do or how to even go about it. I wanted it to be meaningful, but I was never good at saying things outright. Maybe I could write it, I was always better with written words...
"...could do with a bagel right about now," Kara said, practically salivating at the thought.
I laughed, raising an eyebrow. "We literally just ate lunch. You're always hungry."
"Girl's gotta eat," she said simply, patting her stomach.
I rolled my eyes playfully, looking back to my computer for a moment. I was browsing Amazon for a new bookshelf and I asked Kara over to my desk for her opinion.
"This one," I said, turning my monitor around so she could see. "It doesn't look too hard to put together and it would fit well next to my TV, right?"
She leaned down to get a better look, nodding her head. "Yeah, that could work. Are you good at putting things together?"
I almost snorted. "No way."
"I can help if you want," she said with a laugh. "I'm pretty good at DIY if I do say so myself."
"Cheers." I smiled with amusement, watching how her eyes lit up at my dismay. Worth it.
My smile faded when I heard the irritating voice of Katy. I saw she was in our department, talking to one of the other reporters. Her whole being infuriated me and I could never control my annoyance when I saw her. She glanced at me, smirking, before continuing her chat with whoever.
"I can mix her coffee with laxatives if it makes you feel better," Kara spoke, gaining my attention. It took me a moment to realise what she said, and when I looked at her, I saw the seriousness in her eyes.
I cracked a smile, shaking my head. "You can't do that."
She mirrored my smile, shrugging. "Well, I could, but I shouldn't."
"There should be hearing aids invented that simply tune out her voice," I said, rolling my eyes a little. "She really bugs me."
"Yeah, it sucks, but at least it's a very rare occurrence that she's here," Kara said, trying to find the bright side of things.
"I guess, but– woah!"
I widened my eyes when I saw Kara suddenly reach in front of my face, catching a pencil sharpener in her hand. She looked down to me with concern and also surprise, before looking up to see where it came from.
"Oh my god, Y/N, that was totally my bad," Katy apologised, approaching my desk.
I stared up at her, surprised at the hint of mischief in her expression.
"That was supposed to go to Jack," she continued, pointing to the desk behind me. "I've got terrible aim."
Something told me only half of that was true.
"You should be more careful next time," Kara said, dropping the sharpener into Katy's hand. She was definitely not impressed as she added, "That could have hurt someone."
"Sorry," Katy repeated, flashing us an 'apologetic' smile before leaving to give Jack the sharpener.
I breathed out with relief, only just realising how close of a call that was. I looked to Kara appreciatively.
"Nice reflexes."
"Yeah," she said, half heartedly, still watching Katy with narrowed eyes, before looking to me. "You okay?"
"Thanks to you," I pointed out. "You really are my own personal hero."
Kara smiled, rolling her eyes as if to distract from the pink spreading across her cheeks. "Whatever."
I scrunched my nose, smiling at how cute she looked, before looking back to my computer. "I guess I'm buying a bookshelf. And you're gonna help me, right?"
"Right."
"Awesome."
***
Some more time passed before I realised how I wanted to thank Kara. It wasn't a big deal, nothing flashy or exciting. In fact, it wasn't the best thing ever, but it was all I could think of that didn't seem silly or fake.
I wrote her a letter. It thanked her for being there for me throughout everything, and how her being there brought us closer together as friends which I was grateful for. It said how I was lucky to have her in my life and so was anybody else who had her, too. She was gracious and kind one of those rare, beautiful souls that I couldn't let go by unnoticed without at least thanking properly.
I knew she didn't like big gifts and lavish presents, so I didn't bother. It wouldn't have felt right anyway – I wanted something more personal. So, I had the note ready to give with some flowers and a little Supergirl keyring that was soon to be explained.
I heard her knock on my door after work and that's when I readied the gifts on the kitchen counter.
"Hey," I greeted the blonde when opening the door.
She looked up and smiled brightly when she saw me. "Hey, I found those Jaffa Cakes you said you missed from home on the way here and thought I'd buy them for the movie." She held a packet of Jaffa Cakes in the air excitedly. "What d'you think?"
I stepped to the side to let her in, accepting the Jaffa Cakes, and grinned widely, unable to contain my appreciation.
"Kara, these aren't just something you 'find' on the way here," I told her, looking up to see her staring at me with anticipation. "You would have had to go to some sort of special store or something. Somewhere that specialises in British sweets and stuff."
Kara waved her hand dismissively. "It wasn't that hard."
I raised an eyebrow knowingly.
She suppressed a smile. "Okay, it was a little hard."
I laughed and moved forward, surprising her with a big hug. She chuckled, returning the embrace.
"If I knew Jaffa Cakes would make you this happy, I would've brought you a lot more," she joked as I pulled away.
"I've got something for you," I said, meeting her eyes with excitement.
"Not Jaffa Cakes I hope, otherwise this is embarrassing."
"Kara!"
"I'm kidding, go on," she said, laughing contagiously. "What have you got, Y/N?"
I put the Jaffa Cakes on the kitchen counter before grabbing the three items I wanted to give her.
"Well, that's a lot," Kara joked again, but I saw the appreciation glimmer in her eyes.
"Come sit down," I said, leading her to the couch. She followed and joined me as I sat down, facing her. "This is a thank you gift. It's kind of dumb, a little embarrassing, but I want to give it to you."
Kara had a smile permanently stuck on her face as she watched me. It made me feel a little nervous under her gaze, but I kept going.
"So, I wrote you a letter because I'm really bad at saying things," I explained, holding out the envelope. "English. Saying– speaking English. God, why am I so nervous?"
She laughed and accepted the envelope.
"But yeah, that's everything. So, you can read that first," I finished, nodding.
I watched hesitantly, as she pulled the note from the envelope and opened it up. Her eyebrows scrunched together with concentration as she read, and I knew I'd written a lot but it didn't make me any less patient to see what she'd say afterwards.
After what felt like forever, she looked up with an expression I couldn't read.
"I made it weird, didn't I?" I said, chewing on my lower lip.
Kara pressed her lips together and shook her head. "Y/N... I... you have a wonderful way with words."
I breathed out with relief.
"Thank you for saying those things," she said, resting a hand on mine, sending shivers up my arm. "It was sweet. And you're welcome."
I smiled softly. "I'm glad you like it." I held out the flowers adding, "These are for you. Just a little something extra."
Kara chuckled, accepting the flowers. "They're beautiful."
"And finally, there's this," I said, holding out the little blue box. "It's kinda stupid, but yeah."
She accepted the box, too, opening it up to reveal a Supergirl keychain.
"So, Supergirl is National City's hero, right? Well, I thought it would be funny because you're, well, you're mine. I mean, you helped me through my shitty breakup, and even before then, you've always been a big help with work. I just thought it could be a little reminder that I'm grateful for all the good you do. Like Supergirl, y'know?"
Kara lifted the keychain from the box and laughed, nodding her head. "This is amazing, Y/N. I love it."
"You do?"
"Yes," she said, lowering the keychain and meeting my eyes with her excited blue ones.
"Good. I... good."
She grinned, leaning forward to give me a quick hug. I smiled to myself, glad she liked it. My hammering heartbeat relaxed when we pulled away.
"Now to find a place to put it," she said, making me chuckle. "Wait a minute..." She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out her keys, attaching the keychain onto them, joining a fluffy cat and some other keys. "There. Perfect."
"Perfect."
***
I watched as the barista put whipped cream on my hot chocolate and sprinkled chocolate powder on top, making me excited. It was a chillier day in National City today, so I was picking up a drink on my break at Noonan's when I felt a familiar presence beside me.
"Y/N, hey."
I glanced over my shoulder and swallowed hard when I saw Anna, smiling awkwardly at me.
"Here you go," the barista grabbed my attention, placing my drink in front of me. "Enjoy!"
"Cheers," I said, grabbing my cup, before turning around to see Anna still, watching me. "Er, hey."
"I see you're also on your break," she noted, nodding to the drink in my hand. "Tea?"
I shook my head, still wrapping my head around the fact that we were speaking. I'd been successfully avoiding her for a few months now, and eventually I got over her and what she did to me. I didn't understand why she was attempting to talk to me now though – surely she had gotten the hint?
"Hot chocolate," I corrected her, pursing my lips, unsure whether to leave.
Anna accepted her drink from the barista before glancing at me. "It's been a while since we've spoken. I've been meaning to have a chat with you. I know you didn't want to speak to me, but I thought that it's been a while since then, so maybe you're up for it now?"
I raised my eyebrows. "I don't really know what there is to say, Anna."
"Please," she added, her voice suggesting a hint of desperation. "I won't be long."
I felt the heat from my hot chocolate in my hand remind me that I was going to head back to CatCo, but Anna seemed like she had something important to say. And I felt like I was emotionally mature enough to finally hear her out, or at least be civil with her, for the sake of our work relationship.
"Yeah, sure, okay," I agreed reluctantly, before leading her to a table by the window.
We sat opposite each other, clutching our takeaway cups nervously, unable to meet each other's eyes. Until finally, she spoke.
"You seem well," she said softly, and I could feel her gaze on me, "since, y'know..."
"Since I broke up with you after you cheated on me," I reminded her, meeting her eyes.
She licked her lips, nodding. "Right."
"What was it exactly you wanted to talk to me about, Anna?"
"I broke up with Katy," she said abruptly.
"It wasn't exactly a relationship destined to work out considering the circumstances in which it formed, was it?"
She gave me a knowing look. "Y/N."
I shook my head. "What do you want me to say, Anna? How would you like me to react?"
She was staring into my eyes as if expecting me to know what she was thinking, but I didn't. Not anymore.
"I honestly couldn't care less if you broke up with her," I said, truthfully. "It doesn't affect me. Quite frankly, nothing you do affects me. I've moved on."
"I shouldn't have cheated on you."
I breathed out slowly, trying to contain any oncoming anger I was feeling. "I don't care anymore."
"It's nice that Kara is helping you through," she added, a hint of jealousy in her voice, making me roll my eyes.
"Sure is."
"Are you guys a thing or something?"
I stared at her dumbfounded. "You're kidding, right?"
"No," she said, shaking her head. She was deadly serious.
I chuckled with distaste. "You think I owe you an answer? After everything you did to me?"
"So you are together," she said, a little disappointedly.
I clenched my jaw. "No, Anna, we're not. We're just friends if you must know. Not that it's any of your business."
She nodded, glancing down at her coffee cup with a hint of a smile. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes once again.
"Did you wanna talk to me just to remind me of all the shit you put me through?"
"No, no... that's not it," she said, meeting my eyes again. "I broke up with Katy."
I sighed. "You said."
"I broke up with her because I'm still in love with you."
I raised my eyebrows with surprise. Definitely wasn't expecting that.
"You don't seem mad about that," she pointed out hopefully.
"I don't seem happy either," I bursted her bubble, zoning back into reality. "This ought to be good."
"I'm serious, Y/N," she began, what I think was, sincerely. "I'm in love with you still."
I stared at her, so fed up of feeling everything because of her. I didn't even know how to react – I knew I didn't love her, I stopped a long time ago. But I was so exhausted with dealing with what she put me through that my brain didn't know what to do as she was speaking.
"You remember the part where you cheated on me, right?" I asked, quirking a brow.
"You're not taking this seriously," she decided.
"You bet your arse I'm not taking this seriously," I agreed, narrowing my eyes. "You broke my heart, Anna. You went off and slept with another woman whilst we were together – you cheated. You made me feel like shit."
"I know that," she said regretfully. "I know. I was horrible! I didn't appreciate what I had, okay? You were always so nice and loving. You cared about me so much and it became suffocating, infuriating! I hated it, that we were so..."
"Perfect?" I filled in for her, feeling a lump forming in my throat.
"Exactly," she said, her eyes softening as they met mine. "You loved me too much and I hated it then, but I miss it now. I miss us. I'm here to ask you for another chance."
I pursed my lips, wondering how on earth she thought she could have me back after everything she'd done. And now knowing why she'd cheated in the first place, something I thought I never needed to know... I didn't want to admit it, but it fucking hurt.
"You just told me that my love, the way I treat the people I care about, is suffocating," I said, swallowing hard. "Why the hell would I want to be in a relationship with you? Aside from the fucking obvious?"
I pushed my stool out and stood up, grabbing my bag and hot chocolate.
"Y/N, no, wait–!"
"You know, I don't remember you being this much of an arsehole when we were together," I said, staring at her one last time before storming past her and out of Noonan's.
As I headed back to CatCo, I tried to understand what the hell just happened. I was over Anna – I'd worked so hard to get over her, and with Kara's help, I had. I was convinced that I didn't need to know why she cheated, I mean, why does anyone cheat? I didn't think there'd be a reason. But now, knowing that there was a reason, and it was because of me apparently, it hurt. That same pain I felt those few months ago after finding out she was cheating, returned, even if it was for a split second.
Was I really too much when with those I cared about? Did I care too much? Was I too kind? Too loving? I didn't think that was possible, but now... I shouldn't have believed anything Anna said, yet it was lingering in the back of my head and I couldn't get rid of it.
When I reached my desk, I sat down and tried to get on with some work, but my head was still elsewhere, processing what Anna had told me. She still loved me, okay, that didn't bother me as much. I didn't love her at all, not anymore, not after how she treated me. She cheated on me because I was too much for her, too 'perfect'... that one was still a horrible thought embedded in my mind now. I had ironically pushed her away because I cared too much about keeping her close.
I'd barely gotten any work done when I saw a message pop up on my computer screen. It was from Kara, who was probably sat at her desk on the other side of the room.
KARA: Hey, we still on for takeaway and a movie tonight at mine? I'll let you pick the food.. :D
I was about to respond with a 'yes', but then I thought about what Anna said. I hated that she was making me second guess my friendship with Kara, but if what she said was true, then the last thing I wanted to do was push Kara away because I was too clingy.
ME: I think I'm gonna be staying late tonight to finish some work off. Maybe next time?
Yeah, that would work. I just needed to hold off for a bit. Kara and I had been hanging out quite a bit lately, and after giving her that keyring we– god, that keyring! That was so stupid! That was clingy, for sure. If I kept this up, caring for her too much, she might end up like Anna – feeling suffocated and trapped. I needed to slow it down. Give Kara some space to have a life, too. She'd been there for me so much that I barely let her do her own thing. It surely must have been annoying for her. The last thing I wanted was her hanging out with me because of some obligation she felt she had.
KARA: oh, okay, that's fine! anything I can help with? I don't mind staying back with you
ME: I should be okay, thanks anyway
I saw she wrote something else, but I decided to leave it at that and get on with my work. I still felt my heart hurting a little, and I wasn't sure if it was because of what Anna said or because of my newfound fear of losing Kara at my own hand.
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hot-wiings · 4 years
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You sat down in the desk next to Hitoshi Shinsou’s in general studies. He hadn't said a word to you in the time span of you being there. Lately, you noticed he was distancing himself from you and you didn't know why or what to do to make him come back to you. 
Hitoshi Shinsou was your best friend and the love of your life. You met Hitoshi after you moved to Japan when you were young after your parents died. You had come from a long line of siren villains so immediately you got bullied for your linage and your quirk. Hitoshi was the only one who talked to you, you supposed it was because he had what the kids call a villains quirk as well. 
The bell rang and you stood up with the rest of the class. You quickly pushed your books into your bag and took off after Hitoshi. You needed to talk to him. If he wanted to distance himself fine, but you needed to confess your feelings for him first. 
“Hitoshi.” 
You called after him but he kept walking. Maybe he hadn't heard? 
“Hitoshi!” 
You yelled his name louder this time. He stopped walking and turned his head towards you. He waited for you to catch up to him before waking again. 
“Hey, thanks for waiting, I need to talk to you.” 
“What about?”
“I love you. As in more than a best friend. I thought you should know...”
Hitoshi stops walking and looks at the ground. 
“Take it back. Please, take it back. You can’t love me.”
“I can’t take it back. I love you.” 
“You're not supposed to be in love with me when we can't even be friends.” 
“What are you talking about? You're my best friend.” 
You bite your lip as you look into his eyes. You knew there was a chance he’d reject you, but you didn't think it would hurt so bad.
“I’ve been slowly distancing myself so you wouldn't get hurt. I’m being transferred into class 1-A next semester and we can’t be friends.” 
“I don't understand. It’s just 1-A, why can’t we still be friends? I’m friends with Tenya and he's in class 1-A”
“I’m going to be in the hero course, I'm no longer going to be branded as a villain. Anyone with eyes can see your siren scales, you have a villains quirk. The more we hang out fewer people will think of me as a hero. I’m sorry... But I am not throwing away my shot.”
You held back the tears as you smiled at him. 
“It’s okay Hitoshi, I understand.” 
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You sat on the edge of the bathtub in the bathroom of your dorm at the dorm building for class 1-B. You flipped the trapezoid-shaped item around in your hand. 
Tears brimmed your eyes as you thought about the harsh words Neito Monoma said to you earlier that day. 
“Look at your scales, pure proof you've got a villains quirk. No one likes sirens, just quit school already.” 
It wasn't fair. He didn't know you. He didn't know your morals and your goals. He didn't know your personality or anything about you. He just made assumptions based off of your quirk. 
You knew that what you were about to do was wrong. It would hurt you but it was necessary. Hitoshi was right, the scales from your quirk were a big give away on your quirk.
No one wanted you because of your quirk. What if Tenya, your only friend felt that way? How could Tenya even stand to be your friend?
Your scales only came out in small areas on your body when it rained. You just had to get rid of the ones on your arms and neck. The ones people saw. If you kept up with getting rid of them when it rained maybe your appearance wouldn't bother people. 
You took the razor blade to your arm and slid it over the parts of your body that currently held scales. You scraped away and dropped the scales in the trash. You took a bandage and some cleaning alcohol and cleaned the blood off.
You looked in the mirror and gave yourself a sad smile. You had bandages all over your arms, wrists, and neck. It stung but you didn't have scales. You looked like a nice, pretty, hero. A hero society would like to see.
“Hitoshi didn't want me because of my scales. Maybe Tenya will keep being my friend if I don't have any at all.” 
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You hadn't come out of your room in days. On top of waiting for the cuts from your DIY scale removal surgery to heal, you didn't want to leave your dorm out of fear you'd run into Hitoshi or Neito. 
You heard knocking on the door. You pulled the blanket closer around yourself and tightly shut your eyes. You didn't want to face the man behind the door. Tenya Iida, your only friend.
You feared he wouldn't want to be your friend anymore. Hitoshi dropped you and Neito bullied you, so why would he want to be around you? 
“[Y/N], I know your in there.” 
“What do you need Tenya?” 
“I’m worried about you. You haven't come out in days. Come out or I'm getting a teacher” 
You huffed as you walked over to the door and opened it. You smiled at Tenya for the first time in weeks. 
“What happened to you?”
You frowned as you looked down at the bandages that covered your skin where you removed your scales. You pulled the bandages off which revealed that where you now lacked scales you had scabs. 
“I got rid of the scales. They seemed to bother and irritate every one...”   
“After I overheard Monoma make fun of you I was worried you might do something stupid like this.”
“I look better without them. People will like me now.”
“You shouldn't listen to what they say. It's a moo point. A cow's opinion, it doesn't matter.” 
Tears streamed down your face. You bring your hands up to your face and wipe your salty tears away. 
“It does matter! Nobody wants me with my stupid scales. They're ugly, they taint me.” 
“You're wrong, I want you and your scales. We need to put your scabs in water so your scales can heal over them.”
You cry as Tenya pulls you into his arms. 
“Why do you care about me? I'm just an ugly siren.”
“You're beautiful, scales and all. It's true and I will repeat it until you believe me.” 
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