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flange5 · 2 years

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As a longfic writer, I can see the *how*, where you wrote the fic for that happy ending, and fatigue is setting in, and you just wanna. Dump everyone in roses without plucking the thorns. I'm willing to fandom-pass that. *My* line is contradicting one's own premise. Friend is the one who cares! Friend ditches you in a nightclub bc it's twu wuv! Career defines us! Epilogue quits job to have baby herd. Expert now incompetent in own field! AND they have betas complicit in it. That's not on. 1 /2

Yeah those are always infuriating. Sometimes when I see a fic like that and I'm like... is this a me thing, a trends in this fandom thing, or a this particular text thing is I scrub all fandom specific details and have my rant with a friend not in the same fandom and see if it hits them the same.

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So I'm not familiar with your example or the post, but if that's a new fandom trope re: an in canon rapist stalker, for me personally, if tagged appropriately, I'd fall under YKINMKATO, but it is seriously NMK. If untagged, I'd be side-eyeing hard. I realize that might not be where you fall at all, but regardless of my personal taste re: a fic or trend in fics, I am generally going to take most arguments about the dangerousness of individual fiction tropes (that are not based in marginalization, etc) with a pillar of salt. I don't know why that narrative is resonating with members of that fandom, but it is. If they're tagging it so that people know what they're getting...I wouldn't read it but I'm not going to be mad about them reading it, if that makes sense.

I sort of riffed off of some of what you mentioned up there but as a disclaimer I'm sort of thinking about big fandom trends and not so much talking about you but patterns lately that as a fandom quasi-old have been on my mind the past decade or so.

I'm always going to be super leery of the 'unlike myself, the feeble minded masses know not the effects of what they read and must be protected' slippery slope. It was a bad argument in the Middle Ages, when it was used to make vernacular literacy illegal, continued to be a bad argument in the 18th and 19thc when it argued that women and children were too weak-minded to read without mental and moral damage, and looks real familiar today in discussions about fanfic in particular but we see it in other moral panics of the 80s, 90s, and aughts, re: video games, rap, rock and roll in the 80s, etc.

anyway.

For me, the tagging is a key courtesy but while that fic arc might make me X out... that's kind of it for me. I am not then going to say that it is dangerous for other people to read it and assume that I see the "problem" but they don't or that if they have cognitive dissonance, it's one they can't think through. They might enjoy it as fiction and also see that it's not a thing they'd want in real life, much like... most of what we consume in media.

One thing that complicates a lot of this further is that there often are ... in-fandom givens that newcomers or people outside judge very differently and which consequently don't port well to other fandoms.

So for example, in Marvel comics fandom, identity porn is extremely common because of all the secret identity in early comics, and that's a sort of beloved aspect in a lot of those fandoms and comics. Friends who write and move into other fandoms report back that similar storylines in other fandoms get flamed if they don't get tagged to high hell for noncon and dubcon bc of the identity issues, which... at least when I was more heavily reading in comics fandom... just wasn't an issue because of the givens of the content matter, but ... that's not a portable assumption when you leave those confines.

idk, but I think a lot of times we tend to take more complicated issues of personal response and also issues of what makes some narratives, characters and fandoms attractive to people at certain times to people and reduce it to the same reductive good/bad, healthy/unhealthy, etc. binarisms that are great for setting up false dichotomies of us/them, but not great for conversations or even just saying yeah that's not my thing and I don't get why it's yours but how about that rich tapestry of life, eh?

I think part of what we're seeing right now is the loss of insular fandom community and communities with internal vocabularies and shared norms colliding with an overall cultural hard swing into paternalistic and fascistic discourses about sexual and moral purity that means that often we see a necessary conflict where there is a difference of opinion.

Meanwhile we have people actually framing true dehumanization and violence as a difference of opinion. I just think we've got our polarities and priorities flipped on a lot of this, probably largely because we're super anxious and feel powerless about our ability to effect change in the big picture issues right now, so there's a lot of punching across and down so we can at least feel like we're winning some kind of victories, but... I think when we do that we're just kind of playing into the big picture on the wrong side a lot of the time.

tl;dr totally agree that self-contradictory fics are obnoxious, and that sometimes fandom narrative tics can squick me, but I'm suuuper leery of labeling them dangerous even if they make me say oh hell no.

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watchmegetobsessed · 3 years

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Never Have I Ever - Harry Styles (part 2)

i quite liked this story and thought it totally had potential for more, so i’ve cooked up a part 2, continuing the idea. i have no clear plan with this, just enjoyed taking the story further, but i might turn it into a proper series if you guys are enjoying the concept!

pairing: Harry x actress!reader

word count: ~3.2k

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The car comes to a halt and you look up from your phone after being so occupied with texts you’ve been ignoring all afternoon.

“We’ve arrived, Miss,” The driver, Lawrence informs you in his usual, polite manner, looking at you through the mirror.

“Oh, thank you so much,” you breathe out grabbing your purse from the seat next to you. “I don’t think I’ll take too long, I’m not really in the mood to party,” you let him know, quickly running your hand through your hair before getting out, already knowing paparazzi is waiting for all guests at the entrance probably.

“Had a long day?” he asks with a soft smile.

“Kind of,” you sigh nodding. “I’ll text you when I’ll feel like heading home soon, alright?”

“Perfect. Have a great night, Miss,” Lawrence nods.

“Thank you,” you nod at him before opening the door and getting out of the car. Strategically, Lawrence stopped just a few buildings away from the club, so you wouldn’t be attacked right away, emerging from the car. This gives you enough time to fix your dress and avoid your private parts to end up on the tabloids. Not something you want to include in your career, if you’re being honest.

Shutting the door closed you head towards the club that has quite a long line of people waiting outside, though you have no idea why. If they are not on the list, there’s no way they’ll get inside, it’s a private party.

As you approach the entrance, people start to recognize you quite quickly and you hear your name coming from all direction, but you just flash a smile in their way, continuing to walk with the intention of getting inside as fast as possible.

Just as you expected, paparazzi are already waiting at the entrance and they start flashing their cameras in your way right away, throwing all kinds of questions at you that are left completely ignored.

The bouncer checks your name on the list and lets you inside without a fuss and you’re happy to leave the madness behind and mingle in the crowd of familiar faces.

Tonight is the celebration of the birthday of a good friend, a quite old friend of yours. Florence and you met quite some years ago, when both of you were only trying your luck in the industry, working hard to make yourselves a name. Now you are both are in the inner circle of Hollywood, piling iconic roles on your resumes together. So much has changed, people keep coming and going in your life, but the two of you managed to stay close and keep each other grounded when it was needed.

You keep saying hello to the people you know as you make your way through the guests, hugging a few guests, asking if they have seen Florence and they all point towards the bar. Unsurprisingly, you find the birthday girl right there, with a group of people circling around her as the bartender places a row of shots to the counter and her eyes light up at the sight of all the alcohol.

“Not even surprised you are already plastered,” you grin at her and she squeals upon seeing you join the little circle. Throwing her arms around you she jumps at you mumbling her greeting.

“I’m so happy you’re here!” she breathes out, clearly over a few drinks at this point. “I feel like we haven’t seen each other in ages!”

“It happens when we are both working on a movie at the same time, in different cities,” you chuckle giving her a look.

This past month has been rather busy, you were in Atlanta finishing up filming your latest movie while Florence was in Palm Springs, working on Don’t Worry Darling, she barely made it back to the city to her own birthday party, apparently they wrapped filming just two days ago so it was a close call.

“You have to take a shot with me!” she urges, already grabbing two shots from the bar and handing you one of them, not even waiting for your answer.

“Cheers to the birthday girl!” you hold your glass up after everyone else grabbed a shot, everyone around wishes her a happy birthday again before sending down the alcohol.

You can’t help the grimace that pulls on your face as the liquor burns down your throat. It’s been a while since the last time you had anything other than a few glasses of wine, it’ll take some time to get used to the stomach churning taste.

As the host of the party and the birthday girl, Florence’s presence is in high demand, so you don’t get to spend too much time with her, but you don’t blame her. Ordering a longer drink for you, sticking with some tequila based cocktail as you mingle in the crowd of guests.

Luckily, there are quite a lot familiar faces and you don’t have to linger around the club on your own. You move to a booth at the side with Sydney, a producer you and Florence both worked together previously. She is pretty new in the world of films, but she surely is a talent and you can’t wait for everyone to realize what a blessing she and her art is. You’re joined by her girlfriend, Emma and the three of you are deep in conversation, sharing the funniest stories that happened to you lately and surprisingly, you are genuinely having a good time. You really weren’t in the mood for a party after such a long and frustrating day, having scrunched in three auditions to one day because your manager messed the dates up. When you finished with the third ones, you wanted nothing else than to just sink into a nice bath, have a glass of wine and go to bed early, making your friends’ point of you being a grandma quite valid. However you didn’t have the heart to cancel on Florence, but now that you’ve had some alcohol buzzing in your system and some good company, you don’t regret coming at all.

Once you get to the end of your drink you head back to the bar to have another one, not feeling like leaving just yet. Pushing your way through the people, some keep saying hi to you and you greet everyone back with an instinct, even if you don’t know them. Something you’ve grown to do over your years being in the spotlight.

Standing in line, just like everyone else, you patiently wait to get to the front, when you feel someone bump against you from behind.

“Excuse me—Oh! If it isn’t my favorite Never Have I Ever game partner!”

Your eyes are met with a pair of green ones and a dimpled smile, you can’t help but chuckle as you turn to greet Harry.

“Hi there! Long time no see!” you smile as he pulls you into a side-hug and stands with you in the line.

“You know, maybe you would’ve seen me earlier if you actually gave me your number,” he comments with a sly smile and you have nothing to defend yourself with, he is completely right.

That day the two of you met on The Ellen Show you were actually planning to give him your number, but once your part of the filming ended your manager called you about something urgent and you couldn’t wait for him to finish as well, leaving the studio without ever giving him the chance to even ask for your number. You felt guilty and a little disappointed, but thought your paths would sooner or later cross somehow and it seems like you were right.

“I’m sorry about that. I had some papers to sign before the office closed, I had to leave,” you apologize truthfully and he nods understanding.

“S’alright. I was a little bummed, but I get it.”

“So what are you doing here?” you ask, moving forward in the line, getting closer to the front. Harry gives you a quick look that you can’t quite read before answering.

“I uhh—Florence and I filmed together last month.”

That’s when it clicks. She told you and you read about it, but you tend to forget these kind of things, not having enough capacity to keep everything in mind, only restricting it to the most important stuff.

“Oh, right! Yeah, sorry. Totally slipped my mind. Sorry, I sounded like I live under a rock,” you awkwardly chuckle, feeling a little ashamed that you didn’t remember, when Florence even mentioned it herself before she travelled to Palm Springs, but you were running on caffeine and protein bars between takes, it’s a luck you didn’t even forget your own name after those busy weeks.

“No, s’alright. Nice to know not everyone is drowning in the content that’s been put out of me lately,” he chuckles lowly. “You look lovely, by the way,” he nods at you, eyes running down your body quickly, before they return to your gaze.

“Oh, thank you,” you breathe out looking down at yourself, as if you forgot what you were wearing. It’s a little, black Gucci dress, quite vintage with some embroidered floral patterns along the slightly daring neckline. “It’s Gucci,” you tell him with a knowing smirk.

“Oh!”

“Know you are obsessed with it,” you add with a chuckle, seemingly surprising him with your knowledge about him.

“Someone did some research about me then?”

“I’ll admit, I might have searched your name one of those nights after I had a nice glass of wine.”

“And what else did you find out about me?” he arches an eyebrow at you, making your cheeks heating up. You shouldn’t have admitted that you searched him, he’ll think you’re some kind of stalker, which you are not, you just like to catch up on things sometimes. Though you are clearly a fan of his music and you know about his career vaguely, you haven’t been keeping an eye on him that closely lately, only because you didn’t have the time. However after meeting him at the taping, he was stuck on your mind for days before you gave in and checked out what he’s been up to lately and went through some in-depth articles about him from the past years, closing the line with his latest Vogue issue.

“Nothing shocking,” you simply answer and luckily, you are next up at the bar. You ask for another cocktail and Harry chimes in, adding a beer to the order.

“I hope you know I won’t let you leave until you give me your number this time,” he smirks at you cheekily, making you chuckle.

“I never said I would give it to you.” Wanting to play a little you shrug innocently, earning a stunned look.

“Making me work for it? Alright,” he nods, trying his best to hold his grin back.

The bartender comes back with the drinks and Harry is quick to whip his card out and pay for yours as well. You’re not surprised when he follows you back to the booth to Sydney and Emma. They both greet you with bright smiles upon arriving with Harry.

“This is Sydney and Emma. Syd and I worked together a while ago. Ladies, this is—“ You start the introduction, but Sydney cuts you off quickly.

“Harry Styles. You don’t have to introduce him to us,” she chuckles shaking hand with the fourth guest at the table. “I was a big One Direction fan,” she adds with a chuckle and that’s a new information. As a former fan girl, she is holding herself quite alright in the presence of her idol.

“Oh, nice!” Harry beams, genuinely looking delighted at the information.

“Her playlists have at least one One Direction song on them still this day,” Emma laughs shaking her head, while Syd just shrugs innocently.

The four of you are quick to engage in a conversation about music, mostly about what you listened to when you were teenagers and you are having some laughs at the odd taste you all used to have.

“I think my most played song was Crazy by Britney Spears. I was obsessed with that song,” you admit and Emma groans throwing her hands in the air.

“I loved that song! Even learned the choreography!” she shares, making everyone laugh around the table.

“I bet you did too,” Harry grins in your way over his half empty beer.

“Totally did not,” you scoff with a pretentious grimace that makes it clear that you in fact did.

“I would give an arm to see you dance to that song,” he sighs with an amused grin and you just chuckle, taking another sip from your drink.

At one point Florence joins the booth, buzzing from all the birthday shots she’s been constantly taking, but making sure you all are having a good time.

“I see you guys met again!” she beams looking at you and Harry sitting next to each other. “Y/N, wanna hear something funny?” she smirks at you with glistening eyes.

“Always,” you chuckle softly.

“Once on set, I caught Harry stalking your Instagram.” The man in talk almost chokes on his beer as Florence starts laughing, clearly enjoying how she just busted her co-star, but you are having a blast at how nervous her comment got him and you find the story quite flattering.

“Flo, I think you had enough to drink,” Harry tells her, urging her to leave the booth, but she is way too caught up in getting him into trouble.

“Are you ashamed she now knows you were checking out her sexy photos for that perfume campaign she did last year?” she continues, giving away even more details. Your eyebrows run up as you look at Harry, who is desperately trying to avoid your burning gaze.

“Oh, so you’re a fond of my pictures?” you tease him, his cheeks turning redder with each passing moment.

“I mean… You looked really good.”

“And quite half naked, only covering myself with a huge perfume bottle,” you add chuckling, enjoying it probably a little too much than you should, but Harry has been so confident, flirting with you, it’s funny to see him so flustered all of a sudden.

Harry lets out a nervous chuckle, scratching the back of his neck while Florence taps his shoulder, saying something that sounded like ‘good luck, man’ before she moves over to the next group of people.

“I wasn’t stalking, your profile just popped up and—“

“Harry,” you stop him with a chuckle. “It’s fine, I was just messing with you.”

“Way to make me a wreck, Y/N,” he shoots you a narrow-eyed look, but you can see the smirk pulling on his lips.

“If it makes you feel better I checked your profile a few times too,” you admit and once again, he seems surprised.

“It does make me feel better,” he nods, his sly smirk growing wider with each passing moment he spends staring at you.

Though you’ve been enjoying the night so far you are running low on energy, so when you see it’s already past midnight you send a text to Lawrence letting him know you are planning to leave soon.

Luckily, Florence is at one of the booths near yours, so you excuse yourself from your table, walking over to her to say your goodbye.

“Leaving already?” she pouts, returning your hug.

“I’ve had a long day, I wouldn’t want to be the grumpy guest to ruin others’ night,” you tell her with an apologetic smile and she nods understanding.

“I’m happy I saw you. We need to do something sometime soon!”

“Sure thing. I’ll have a looser schedule in the upcoming months. Call me whenever you are around and free,” you tell her kissing her cheek and giving her hand a soft squeeze. “Happy birthday once more.” “Thank you babe!” she cheers as you let go of each other.

Walking back to your booth you say goodbye to Sydney and Emma, making the same promise to meet up with them sometime soon. When you turn to Harry he is already up on his feet and offers to walk you out.

“Just to the exit. There are a shit ton of paparazzi outside,” you tell him and he nods, placing a hand to your lower back, ushering you through the crowd. The two of you stop near the exit since Lawrence hasn’t replied to you that he has arrived and you definitely don’t want to wait outside.

“So, are you gonna leave without giving me your number this time as well?” he asks tilting his head to the side as he hides his hands in his pockets lazily.

“Maybe I’m just trying to see if fate is gonna throw you in my way again,” you tease him, but reach for your phone in your purse. “Send yourself a text,” you tell him handing him the device.

He doesn’t try to hide the satisfied grin as he types his number in and sends a quick text to himself so he has your number. Handing it back you just take it and check if Lawrence has texted you. Right at that moment the screen lights up with a short ‘I’ve arrived, Miss’ text and you slide the phone back into your purse.

“Well, it’s been nice seeing you again, Harry,” you say your goodbye and stepping closer you engage in a short, but tight hug.

“You too, Y/N,” he smiles down at you. “Never have I ever had the number of an Emmy nominated actress’ number,” he smirks making you laugh.

“Drink up, Styles,” you tell him cheekily before you walk away, out of the club.

Lawrence is parked right in front of the building and you try to shield your vision from all the flashes as you get into the back seat as fast as possible.

“Hello, Lawrence!” you greet the man in a very delighted mood and he senses the change in you.

“Had a great evening, Miss?” he asks as he leaves from the club and heads to your apartment’s building.

“I did,” you nod biting into your bottom lip. Reaching into your purse you pull your phone out to check the text Harry sent himself.

You can’t help the chuckle that leaves your mouth when you see the short message he sent to his contact that he just saved under Harry S.

“I promise I won’t ghost you.” That’s what the text reads and as you are looking at the conversation you see the bubble popping up that signals that he is typing right now.

“So nice of you. Please keep that promise!” His text appears on the screen and you chuckle under your breath.

“Cheeky.” You write back.

“Maybe, but now I have evidence. Don’t even try to put me on your ghosted list!”

“Will think about it…” you write back with a sly smile before you lock the phone and put it away, letting your head rest against the back of the seat, eyes closing as you can’t wipe the smile off your face.

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bibbykins · 3 years

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Cookies and Fingertips (M)

Some Jimin loving! We love to see it! I hope you all enjoy this installation as I try to figure out how to properly flesh out characters in a drabble series. Am not sure how I’m doing there but I hope you all enjoy it nonetheless. As always, tips are not required but greatly appreciated, just like your thoughts! Pls share your thoughts though, they brighten my day!

Note: This is part of a drabble series The Household’s Bunny

Summary: You and Jimin met long before you moved in, and yet, you’re not sure if he even likes you. So what else is there to do but take every opportunity to talk to him until you figure it out?

Jimin has had a debilitating crush on you long before you moved in and he is almost positive there is no way you’d feel the same. And yet, he doesn’t have the strength to properly avoid you.

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: 18+, soft yandere-ish, obsessive thoughts, possessive thoughts, fingering, handjob, subspace, cum eating (sorta?), discussion of hospitalization, mentions of a stalker, mentions of passing out, the word “fat” is used, a moment of thigh riding, surprise kiss, insecurity

Jimin looked across the courtyard as his eyes remained fixated on your form. You were a simple second year in college and he was just a breath away from graduating. He first laid eyes on you a mere year ago and he can't remember what life was truly like before you smiled at him. You both had only ever exchanged pleasantries, so he opted to wait for the right time to make his move.

“That’s not true.” Your voice snapped Jimin from his staring contest with the PowerPoint slides, “That’s an antiquated idea, not a proven theory.” He looked to you, a couple rows down. You were plump and cute to say the least. He recognized you from a few of his courses. He had heard you were a double major in Art and… damn, what was the other?

The man you had rebutted had his face turning red, “It is proven, it was studied in 1973 with significant results yielded.” Jimin had no idea what you both were debating but he watched a sea of student nod in agreeance with you, some with the guy. What class was he even in? He looked at the PowerPoint slides, reading them for the first time today. Ah, he was in his psych of gender class. Maybe you were a psych major.

“In 1973, with no women in the participant pool, are you not seeing the issue in making a multi-gendered generalization whilst utilizing one genders perspective, a perspective that is also quite dated, mind you?” You cocked a brow and Jimin found himself a bit amused at the man who scoffed.

“You learn those words in high school two months ago?” He snapped back and Jimin grimaced along with most of the lecture hall.

“What? You need me to define them?” You quipped, eliciting some laughter as the professor regrouped.

“Ah, educational discourse.” The professor joked lightly as Jimin’s eyes remained fixed on you as you noticed a few lingering gazes on you, shrinking in your seat.

He saw you in the lunch hall, sitting alone, not uncommon for anyone in college, except your eyes were a bit puffy. Before he could even question the urge, he acted. Within a few steps, he was at your table and you looked up in confusion, “Uh, hi?” You meekly spoke and Jimin realized he had no plan.

“U-Uh, you… uh… do you like the cookies?” He forced out and immediately wished he could disappear.

You looked down at the cookie on your plate, “Uh, yes? Is-Is this a fat joke or do you actually want to know?” You asked cautiously.

Jimin’s eyes widened, “No, I mean yes, I mean no, I would never make fun of your weight.” He squeezed his eyes and sighed, not able to see your growing smile at his mental turmoil, “I have psych of gender with you and people rarely talk in that class so I thought you were pretty cool.” He smiled and he noticed you relax.

You nodded, smiling slightly, “Ah, I see. Thank you.” You beamed and it was like he felt the warmth from you, “I don’t do super well with attention but I also have poor impulse control.” You chuckled and he finally understood why you had cried and his heart strings were tugged a bit, “And yes, the cookies are good.” You split one in half and offered it to him.

Life goes by a lot quicker when one waits for the perfect opportunity. This much he found out quickly when he found himself a year later, looking across the courtyard at you, this time as your TA. He tried dating to get the daunting idea of talking to you after that singular interaction in which he forgot to give you his name from his mind to no avail. No matter, surely this would be the year.

”Jiminie is so hot!” Jimin continued to pretend not to hear his ex, Yoora, whine in your ear as he observed the intro to modern dance class.

You looked to her thoughtfully as you stretched, “You mean the TA, that is not that far away?” Your voice was lowered, but he could still hear you. He found himself listening closer, wondering if you remembered the singular interaction you both had. Yoora nodded in the corner of his eye.

“Yep.” She affirmed, “We dated, it was magical, and he’s still hot.” She mused and Jimin grimaced a bit, feeling bad he dated a girl that seemed to be a decent friend of yours, “Do you know him?”

Jimin perked up a bit, “We talked once, seems nice, is obviously hot.” You shrugged, “I doubt he remembers me, though.” You leaned down to reach past your left foot as Yoora urged you on with her eyes, “I had gotten into a weird debate with this one dude in a class we had and he saw me after, and I had just cried because I hate arguing and stares.” You and Yoora laughed a bit, “Then, he just came up to me and asked if I liked the cookies I were eating, and I wasn’t sure if he was calling me fat at first.” Yoora gasped and Jimin felt pain just thinking about the awkwardness, “He wasn’t, and he got cutely flustered when I asked and then I gave him half of my cookie and that’s all.” You moved to your other leg, “And then he never talked to me again.” You laughed and Jimin wanted the floor to swallow him.

Another year goes by. The day before he was going to try and ask you out, you were hospitalized. He didn't know how to even approach the topic with you, but he did try to be there for you throughout that year. The professor he was TA for insisted Jimin also utilize his emails, so all throughout your brief stay in medical care, it was him who received your bubbly emails. The emails full of little emoticons and exclamation points that made him giddy and took him hours to conceptualize a response to. Although you didn't know it was him giving you extensions and safe regards, he still meant it.

He was practicing when he got the email,

“Attention students,

We have received knowledge of an incident that has resulted in the hospitalization of a student that occurred within an apartment close to campus. Proper authorities have been notified and the student is recovering well. Please remain safe and vigilant.”

His face twisted in confusion when he got a text from the professor he was TA for that you were the student in question.

Throughout the semester, Jimin watched you with careful eyes as you slowly acclimated back to yourself. He wondered how he could have been so blinded by your smile that he couldn't properly see your eye bags or the way you looked over your shoulder when you thought no one was looking at you, or how he couldn't see he wasn't the only one looking at you.

When you returned, he watched your eyes relax and your guard go down again. He just wished he could've been there to help you get there. He trudged home one day and found you, and then his whole world was flipped by you again.

Since moving in, he found himself way more advanced with you than he ever imagined. You would plop next to him on the couch and give him a smile, "How was your day, Jiminie?" You beamed at him each time and he nearly choked on his spit each time.

He would mumble an answer and you would hum before watching TV with him, a show he deliberately put on each time he heard you come home. Eventually, you began watching competition shows together, theorizing who would win what. It was comfortable and close, and he found himself falling for you even harder.

"Do you wanna have lunch together?" Your voice pulled him from his thoughts in the practice room he had on his floor in the building. He had agreed to help with your final. The only time he could talk to you without it being a mental nightmare was when it was about dancing. The only time he could initiate contact was in this studio.

The studio gave him a certain air of confidence that even you could see. He wasn't a different person, more so multi-faceted. There was the shy and bumbling part of Jimin just as much as there was the sharp-eyed and focused Jimin. Not to mention the way his fingers would dance on your form as he gave you pointers made you unreasonably aroused.

Even so, determined to challenge himself, he nodded, "Lead the way." His voice was smooth even after two straight hours of practice and you wondered how he could look so hot work out clothes.

You both decided to pick up food and eat it at the studio. You sat across from each other as you ate in polite conversation. It was after you both picked up the food and sat on the floor you spoke up again, "You know, Jiminie." You started, eyes shyly fixated on the floor, "I wanted to thank you for not telling the guys about my, uh, incident a year ago." You finally looked him in the eyes, a soft smile on your face, "Not that it's a huge secret, especially on campus, but I just prefer to tell people myself." You mused.

He blinked, surprised you would thank him for something like that, "O-Of course, I mean, a lot of rumors were going around anyways, so even if I did want to tell them, I doubt I have only the facts." He shrugged, "It's not anyone else's business regardless."

You stifled a little giggle, "Yeah, some of the stories got a bit crazy." You sighed a bit, "From a stalker attacking me to me passing out in the middle of the street." Jimin looked up at you. You didn’t meet his gaze, most likely reliving the aftermath of the whole campus finding out you were hospitalized and are a cam girl in the same week. Not that you were ever hiding you job, but you just wished you could tell people on your own terms.

"Yeah, some crazy things get told in the Arts department." He murmured, "I only knew most of the facts because your TA for Professor Lee's class."

It was your turn to look up, but instead of confusion he saw a polite smile, "I know, silly." You chuckled and when you saw his confused face you looked at him incredulously, "Come on, you're Park Jimin! Of course I'm gonna know the 'hottest dance major'" You fake gushed and he finally broke a laugh, making you giddy.

"Of all things to know me by." He shook his head, smile still present.

You studied his face as his eyes scrunched and cheeks lifted, making you smile as well, "I've never made you smile before and your smile is so pretty." You mused, "I need to step up my comedy game."

"You've never seen me smile?" He looked surprised at this, considering he always smiled like an idiot when he stared longingly at you.

"I mean, sort of, but not to this degree." You shook your head, "I was starting to think you didn't like me for a while."

His eyes widened at this and he panicked, "No, no! I do like you, a lot!" He exclaimed, much to your amusement and to his dismay. You watched him get red with a grin.

He stammered, staring at his fork before he heard your melodious laugh. He looked up and his face softened at the sight of your smile, "You're too cute, Jiminie." You reached forward and pinched his cheek, making his breath hitch. Your cooing tone made something click inside him. He didn't want to be just cute to you, he wanted to be more than any adjective, he wanted to be yours.

He reached up, hand going to wrap around your wrist loosely, "I was the hottest a second ago and now I'm just cute?" A glint of confidence shown in his eye as he made you gulp, "Is that all you think of me, y/n?" Your own name coming from his mouth sent a shiver down your spine and a beat to your core.

You were in a trance while being eyed by the man with a vastly different energy than he had just moments ago. You shook your head lightly, "I think you're beautiful." He cocked a brow and you scrambled for more words, "I had a huge crush on you from the moment I gave you half of my cookie." You breathed before even thinking, snapping you back to reality as you watched his eyes widen, "Ah, me and my mouth!" You admonished yourself, "I didn't mean to make you uncomf-" You frantically moved to take your hand back only for his grip to tighten, pulling you forward, placing your hand at the nape of his neck while his arm wrapped around your waist.

You gulped at the newfound closeness, bodies nearly pressing against each other as he eyed you sharply, "Do you mean it?" He breathed, "You had a crush on me?" You made a move to slink away, but you he gracefully laid himself down with you on top of him, his thigh mere centimeters from your core and he gave you a mischievous smile, "Don't leave me hanging." He teased.

"I-I mean… yes, but can-"

He cut you off with a sigh and a laugh. You braced yourself for him to laugh at you, and say how weird it would be had you confessed and how weird the idea of you two together would be.

It's a song and dance you've seen many times as a hopeless romantic chubby girl. Of course, now you know you were just too much woman for such little men, emotionally little at the very least, but you would be a liar if you didn't still feel the hurt of humiliation. The last thing you wanted was to look into Jimin's eyes and find the same pitying glint, but you were nothing if not a bit brave, at least sometimes.

You forced your eyes from his chest to his gaze and found… an emotion you've only every seen in the eyes of your housemates, an emotion you don't quite know yet, even if you felt it too. At your curiosity, Jimin beamed at you further, "I'd be really frustrated right now if you weren’t on top of me." He chuckled a bit and explained further before you could ask why, "I have had such a huge crush on you for years now." You balk at this, shaking you head.

"That's not a funny joke, Jiminie." You huffed, "If I were even a bit more gullible, I would seriously believe you and then my feelings would be hurt-" He pulled you flush against him as he captured your mouth in a soft and sweet kiss. He was slow, but focused, in the way his mouth moved against yours.

Inside, though, Jimin was freaking out. What if you didn't actually want to kiss him? Why didn't he ask beforehand? Should he pull away? But your mouth feels so good. Are you kissing him back or is he just that enthusiastic?

You laid his worries to rest when you used the hand at his nape to pull him closer, mouth opening to nibble on his bottom lip. He groaned lightly, pulling you closer as his tongue mingled with your own and he pressed his thigh into the thin material of your leggings. You gasped at this and it was like a fire lit within him as he sat up and shifted you for your legs to be on both sides of him as he pressed his mouth onto yours further.

His fingertips danced along your form in a much different context than you were used to, but fuck, did it feel nice. Where one arm was securely holding your waist, his hand reached beneath your shirt, getting accustomed to the soft skin as he waited for you to nod. You wanted him to touch you further. You didn't understand what all these hot men wanted with you, but right now, it didn't matter one bit.

Jimin's eyes rolled back when he reached in your sports bra to run his fingers over your hardened nipples. You twitched against him as you gasped, fingers intertwining with his hair roughly, "Shit." He groaned at the sensation.

You both sloppily kissed as he explored your chest with his hands, moaning into each other's mouths at the euphoria of unresolved feelings coming to fruition and the sexual tension finally snapping as you gave him unrestricted access to feel you beneath his fingertips, "Wanted this for so long." He murmurs into your mouth, "So beautiful, fuck." The praises don't stop, and only further spur you wandering hand on as you feel his sculpted stomach.

"Wanna touch you." You whine as your fingers play with the waistband of his sweats and he nods, his own hand travelling down to cup your core, making you squeak, "Fuck, I'm so wet." You realized, half embarrassed and half aroused.

You could feel his amusement as he slipped his hand beneath your tights and panties to make skin to skin contact with your soaked core, and he didn't know how he made it this far, but he just wants to keep going as he feels you soak his hand, "Yeah, baby, you are, just for me." He moans when you follow his lead, hand wrapping around his hardened erection and giving a small squeeze, "Shit!" He gasps as you wiggled your hips against his hand, grinding yourself little by little.

Your hand massaged the head, smearing the precum as you begin stroking him. You both continue moaning into each other's mouths as his hips jerked and you twitched against his hands, "So fucking wet, baby, so sexy." He growled and he slipped a finger inside of you, him groaning at your pulsating warmth wrapped around his finger, "Slid right in, angel." He praises and you let out a choked gasp and he presses his thumb against your clit.

He drank your moans into his mouth like they were an oasis in the desert, and he’s not sure how he’s lived this long without them. Without you by his side and in his arms. He held you close, refusing to even consider loosening his grip because your body against his was bliss in the highest form. You were his, even if just in this moment, and you would be nobody else’s. Nobody could make him feel the way you do, and he, along with the other men that resided in the building, were determined to hold the same monopoly over your emotions. He refused to entertain the idea of anyone beyond this building making you feel anything close to what he was now as he pushed a second finger in, relishing in the strangled moan you gave as you babbled about feeling full.

With the excitement of his dream girl dripping against his hand and your own hand working expertly on his dick, Jimin could feel himself getting close and you could tell from the breathy whines he gave you as he began thrusting his hips in time with his fingers inside you, "Cum for me, Jiminie." You purred before licking at his tongue and he came beautifully with his eyes screwed shut and mouth open as you swiveled your hips agains his, now two, fingers.

"Baby, so good." He whined as his high settled down. He shifted all focus to you and your impending orgasm as he watched you fuck yourself onto his hand, "Feeling good, darling?" He asked teasingly and you nodded dumbly, lips pressed together as you felt your high approach, "I can feel you clenching around my fingers, fuck, you gonna cum in my hand all pretty?" He cooed and you nodded as he met your thrusts, making you clutch onto him harder.

"Can I cum?" You whimpered and Jimin could almost feel himself get hard again at how willing you were to give him the reigns.

"Because you asked so sweetly, of course my love." He let the name slip before you both could even acknowledge it consciously. However, the closeness and the intimacy of it all sent you over the edge and you bit down on his shoulder in attempt to hide how loud you were. He held you close, not minding one bit at the mark you were surely leaving as he fucked you through your orgasm, "Felt good, angel?" He mused and you tucked your face into his neck as you nodded, holding him close as his finger stilled but kept you full until he felt you relax.

You both giggled as you met eyes, licking the other person's cum off of your hands, "Thank you Jiminie." You hummed cheerily.

"Thank you, bunny." He chided before giving you a kiss, "We all really, really, like you, you know that right?" He asked and noticed your hesitation.

"Sure, but people can be sexually attracted to me and not want to… be with me." You spoke wistfully, "People can like me and not want to be with me." You let out a humorless laugh, "And few things make me feel as dumb as getting my hopes up for no reason." Although you had a tendency to do it time and time again.

"Don't be scared to assume we want you as much as you, hopefully, want us." He spoke quickly before he planted another kiss on you and the affection made you smile.

"You realize the irony of the statement coming from you, right?" You chuckled as he helped you stand on shaky legs before just carrying you, "I cum once for you and all of sudden you know everything and are all confident." You chided, unsure how to process his words yet, mind hazy from your orgasm.

"What can I say? You opened my third eye." He joked and you rolled your eyes before leaning your head on his shoulder, enjoying his embrace, the idea of your housemates loving you back seeming just slightly less like an outlandish fantasy, "Although, it will wear off and then we'll have to do it all over again." He sighed dramatically and you giggled.

"What a shame." You fake gasped, "I hate engaging in sexual relations with hot guys." You complained sarcastically.

"So you do think I'm hot!" Jimin cheered triumphantly.

You laughed against him and realized the only times you felt so free were with your beloved housemates. You wondered if they felt the same. You also found a more insecure part wondering for how long they would feel that way. How long would it be until a girl, or several, much prettier than you or less needy catches their attention. You wondered if you could take the pain of watching the sincerity drain from their eyes just as you've seen in your mom, your dad, your uncle, your first relationship to your last. You wondered what it was about you that made it so easy to be left behind.

Jimin's phone pinged, ripping you from your melancholic thoughts. He sighed, pulling it out and you fought the urge to see if it was another person vying for his romantic attention. He didn't belong to you, even if you wanted him to, "Ah, Namjoon wants to know if you want the demo for the new zombie game he's working on and Jin wants to know if you'd like your first pick of the new stickers he got, and Hoseok wants to try a new hairstyle on you and ah, they all sent me something to ask you…. Gosh, they all think I'm your secretary when we're together." He whined and you held onto him tighter with a light laugh as he went through everyone's inquiries for you.

You also found yourself how you went on this long without them and how you could even consider hesitating if they asked you to stay with them for much longer.

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sapphicmsmarvel · 4 years

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EP: Siren Queen

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Premise: Y/N L/N is a part of the world's biggest girl group. A stalker starts harassing her and her band mates so their label calls in the BAU.

The case was weird for the BAU. It was a stalker case for a famous girl, Y/N L/N, she was part of the worlds most successful girl group. Garcia was all too excited to be involved in the case. Of course, she hated that you were being stalked but she was a huge fan.

“You better tell me everything!” She squealed, “If she’s nice, if she’s as hot as she is on camera, if the other girls are nice, if they are ‘just like us’ please!”

“If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were the stalker, Garcia.” JJ joked.

“If someone hurts that ray of sunshine I will stalk them!” She shouted through the video call and then hung up.

JJ flipped through the file, “we have five days to catch this guy before they go on tour. And the girls are refusing to cancel.” “Even if their lives are at stake?”

“They said that they will not cancel because it’s the opening to their world tour and they won’t risk disappointing fans because they know people are flying in from all over the country.” Prentiss explained.

“Shouldn’t the label put the girls first?” Morgan asked.

“Usually labels tend not to care about artists.” Reid said, “the amount of label abuse that’s been coming to light is horrific you guys should read up on it.”

He looked up as everyone looked at him confused, he explained, “Simon Cowell for example, there are claims against him because of abuse towards clients. Overworking them, homophobic comments, racist comments, sexist comments you name it.”

“What groups?” JJ asked.

“Little Mix and One Direction are the two most prominent ones.” Reid said flicking through the file.

“How do you know all this?” “Garcia.” He answered. “Then I did my own research because I was fascinated by the music industry. It never hurts to learn even if I don’t know anything about it.”

The team left it at that, and continued digging through the evidence of your stalker.

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The team was currently sitting in one of the rehearsal rooms. There were couches, a snack bar, a coffee stand, everything except the girls they were meeting.

Their publicist Ramona looked at them all apologetically, “I’m so sorry, the girls seem to be in traffic. They’re with trusted drivers and security guards.”

“Have they been background checked?” Hotch asked.

Ramona nodded, “we all were when we were taken on, we were when this stalker showed up as well. The dancers, the crew, everybody those girls come into contact with are background checked.”

“Even interviewers?” Reid asked. Ramona nodded, “without their knowledge, just like you advised. If this got leaked…” Ramona shook her head, “we all know what happens to victims of stalkers, it isn’t foreign in this business.”

At that moment the girls all came in, Emily recognized them from the files. Apparently, even your bandmates got checked. Zoey came in first, snuggled in her hoodie, her jeans were rumpled and her heels were clacking. Her smile falling off her face the second she walked into the room. Her blonde hair was tousled as if she was running her hands through it a lot. Her green eyes were tired.

Leaning on her was Brooke, who was also looking exhausted. Ramona told them that they had been up since 4 am doing press, it was now 4pm. They had a two hour rehearsal next, then dinner, then vocal rehearsal, then they could go to their hotel. Apparently it was an easy day for them. Brooke's black hair was in it’s natural curls, she wore heels as well as a dress.

The two were holding hands.

Then came in Liz, she was wearing a black long sleeve shirt, shorts and a beanie as well as heeled boots. She didn’t look as tired, she looked fiercely protective as she was holding your hand.

You looked anxious, you were also in a hoodie, jeans and heeled boots, all black. Your eyes were darting around the room as you took in everyone around you. Your eyes startled when they landed on Emily, Emily wasn’t sure why.

Ramona introduced all of them to the girls then said “Sit down girls.”

Three of them did, you had other ideas and went and got coffee. “Y/N, that’s your fourth cup.”

You held up a finger, “I don’t want to hear it, Ramona. I have a stalker out there and I have to act like everythings normal, if Marcus has a problem with it, he can suck my dick.”

Morgan looked at Emily with wide eyes. Emily shrugged. Then looked at Reid, “who’s Marcus?” She asked him.

“Their choreographer.” “Why does it matter what he says?”

“Because he cares about us and is a fitness nut.” You answered, “you’re not very good at whispering.” You deadpanned, sipping your coffee.

“Y/N!” Ramona scolded.

You rolled your eyes, and Zoey spoke up, “give her a break Ramona. She never gives you issues, let her live.”

“It’s okay,” Emily spoke up, “I understand what it’s like to be afraid of looking over your shoulder.”

You nodded, avoiding eye contact. You felt guilty for snapping, that much she could tell.

“Okay, let’s get started.” Hotch said, “do you have any particular fans you’d like to tell us about, people have stood out?”

“We have a lot of...dedicated fans.” Zoey said, to put it gently. “Some good, some bad, some that are really intense.”

You scoffed from where you were standing, “that's putting it lightly.” You grabbed a mini chocolate chip cookie..

“Do girl groups have groupies?” Morgan asked.

“Of course we do,” Liz said, her tan cheeks gaining a rosy color. You sat in between her and Zoey, Brooke was next to Zoey. You had three other cookies in your hand and handed them to the others.

“We recognize the line between fans and stalkers as well as people who don't agree with who we are. But there’s been nothing like this.” Brooke shuddered.

“Don’t agree with who you are?” JJ asked.

You held up a hand, “queer.”

Brooke raised her hand, “black.”

Liz raised hers, “philipino and black. So mixed race.”

Then Zoey raised hers as well, “I’m ‘too skinny’ so everyone thinks I have an eating disorder.”

You piped up, “I’ve also been fat shamed by the worlds biggest media outlets, it’s nothing new to find hate online.”

Emily grimaced and she knew her team was doing the exact same thing.

“Do you have any ideas as to who it could be?” Rossi asked.

“There’s one,” Zoey said, “but Y/N insists it can’t be him.”

“You need to tell us.” Emily said, everyone looked at you.

You sighed, “he went to jail when we were teens for sexual misconduct. I was the first person he assaulted and harassed consistently. But I didn’t press charges.” “Why not?” Morgan asked.

“Because I was a fourteen year old girl who didn’t recognize that it was sexual assault.” You snapped, then sighed, “I’m sorry Agent Morgan. It’s touchy.” Zoey took your hand, Liz took your other one, Brooke reached over and put her hand on top of Zoeys. “To be honest, I don’t know where I would be without these three.” You admitted. Emily admired it, the sisterhood between you four.

“How long have you guys been friends?” JJ asked.

“We met in high school, then formed the band.” Brooke answered.

“Do you know if he’s out?”

You sighed, “he is. But he lacks the brain cells to pull this stuff off.”

“It’s not that hard to mail letters.” JJ said.

“Yeah but, he shouldn’t know the exact times we show up at venues, interviews, he isn’t smart enough to think of how to obtain that information. As kids he was not smart, at all.” You said, letting go of your friends’ hands and you started rubbing your hands on your jeans.

Emily noticed how all of them kept their hands on you, as a way of comfort.

“Unless he was following the bus,” Zoey said.

“He’s too lazy.” You said, “never had energy for thorough shit.”

“What’s his name? We’re gonna send it to our technical analyst.” Morgan said.

You nodded and spoke the name you’ve feared for far too long. “Peter Brady, he was born in my home state

“Okay,” Hotch started, “I want all of you to be shadowing the girls, they are not to be left alone, we don’t know how organized this guy is and what he knows.” He looked at Rossi, “we’ll contact Garcia and run through possible people. Do you have anywhere to set up?”

Ramona began directing them to rooms, then told all of you to get changed and do rehearsals for the tour.

JJ and Reid sat in during the rehearsals, meanwhile Emily and Morgan helped Hotch and Rossi with going through all the names that Garcia flagged as potentially dangerous.

Two hours later, Emily was eating dinner, she was planning to eat alone, but then she found you. You were sitting on the floor backstage, by a bunch of wires and such eating your pizza. You were alone.

“Hey,” Emily said.

“Hi, did Ramona send you because I’m alone?” You asked, smiling slightly.

“No,” Emily said sitting next to you, “I can recognize when someone needs someone to talk to. Where are your friends?”

“They’re talking to their partners, I insisted they do. They haven’t been the past couple of nights because of all this. Part of being….’famous’ is that you have to leave your loved ones for long periods of time.” “My field is the same way. I don’t see my mom more than twice a year.”

You shuddered, “I can barely handle not seeing my mom as much as I used to before ‘fame’. I can’t imagine it in your shoes.” You sighed.

Emily popped open her salad box, “do you mind if I eat with you?” She smiled.

And she smiled wider when you smiled back, “feel free. By the way, I’m sorry about snapping at you. It’s been rough.”

“I know how you feel.” Emily would tell you about Doyle if it helped you open up more about this guy.

“Have you been stalked?”

Emily nodded, “by an abusive ex.” Was all she said.

You grimaced, “so we’ve gone through similar things.” “Was this guy an ex?” You shook your head, “we were thirteen and fourteen, as kids navigating those feelings can be hard. I’d say we were close to dating then he...he pushed too far. I wasn’t raped, but he touched me inappropriately, then harassed me over text. Then continued for three years, he’s been silent ever since and now all of a sudden 12 years later he’s back.” You laughed bitterly, “and I have no doubts he’s done things to other women. Do you think because I didn’t report, it’s my fault that this is happening? And he’s most likely doing this to other women?” You asked her.

Emily shook her head, “It’s not your fault Y/N, it never will be. He’s a sick creep, and we’re gonna get him.” She assured you. “Can we talk about something else?” You asked.

“Sure.” Emily smiled.

You felt your heart stutter.

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Over the next few days, you and Emily had fallen into a routine.

You ate all your meals together. Breakfast at 6am in the hotel lobby, lunch in the dance rehearsal room, dinner in the backstage area.

Of course, your friends teased you relentlessly. And her team teased her relentlessly.

But you two didn’t care, you found solitude in each other's company, considering both of your worlds were hectic and crazy.

You two were eating chicken tenders for lunch before vocal and dance rehearsal in the dance room when Marcus walked in, “hey, some fanmail was left for you.” He handed you a blue box.

“I’m surprised you can bring it to me.” You said grabbing it.

“It went through security first.”

That was a good sign, you opened it and saw a diamond necklace, “holy shit.” You murmured, it was stunning and sparkly.

Emily thought it described you personally.

You took it out of the box and set the box on the ground. Emily saw a tag in the box. She grabbed it. She pulled it and it revealed a bigger note. She picked it up and read it.

“Y/N….” Emily started.

“What?” You asked, scared.

Emily cleared her throat, “for you my love, it matches your smile. Remember that night under the stars at that restaurant our parents took us to as kids? It’s one of my fondest memories.” You dropped the necklace as if it had burned you.

It had.

It clattered against the floor, you shot off the ground. “Get it away from me! Get the box away from me! Get it all away!” You started crying. “No, no, no, no.”

“Go get my team, now!” She ordered Marcus who ran off with his concern and protectiveness in his eyes.

She approached you, “can I touch you?” She asked.

You fell into her arms, “he found me. He actually fucking found a way to torment me. After all these years, I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. Please don’t let him get me.” You sobbed into her arms.

She looked at the diamonds on the ground, the sparkling contrasted against the dull gray floor, she stroked your hair as she said, “I won’t, he will never touch you again.”

And she would die to ensure that that promise was kept.

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Two hours later, you were in vocal rehearsals. You had to do questioning as well as calm down from your panic attack.

You would only allow Emily near you.

You two walked side by side to vocal rehearsals, the girls immediately rushed to hug you. Emily stepped back as the three of them hugged you. It was a huge group hug.

“Oh sweetheart.” Brooke said and kissed your head. “Baby, we tried to get in there but they wouldn’t let us.” Zoey said, “I almost kicked that damn door down but Ramona pulled me away.”

“We got you, that bastard isn’t going anywhere near you,” Liz declared.

Emily heard a sniffle from you, and the girls all “aww’d.”

“Babyyy.” Liz cooed as they all held you tighter.

After about three minutes of you trying to calm down, you four separated, all of you were wiping your eyes. “God, we really do feed off each other huh?” You tried to lighten the mood. They all smiled, trying to keep the light mood going.

They all said hi to Emily, then headed towards a couch. You four then sat down and began singing.

Okay, she had heard your records, after all your band was one of the biggest bands in the world, the biggest girl group.

But God, she did not expect you to not have an auto-tuned voice. None of you do. All four of you have amazing voices but yours…

It was rich like dark chocolate, she wanted to hear you sing all. the. time. It was like a siren, captivating and lustful. You were calm while singing, nobody would know that your stalker had just dropped off a box with diamonds in it two hours ago.

Then to make you laugh Zoey broke out with an off key note and made you burst out laughing.

That laugh warmed Emily, she realized how much she loved your company and what she would do to make you laugh like that at her.

Oh God, she was falling for you. And she was falling hard.

Shit.

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Two hours before the show was supposed to go on, they caught him.

He was staking out before the show, Garcia had his picture sent to all the guards and they found him.

Everyone else went to question him, while Emily stayed with you. It was a few minutes before showtime, makeup artists and hair stylists were doing final touches. As well as the stylists.

“Twitters blowing up.” Ramona said from her chair.

“About?” You asked, jumping to shake the nerves.

“The guy who got arrested in front of the venue.”

You looked at Emily, “dear god.”

“JJ will handle it.” She assured you all.

“Good.” Zoey said.

You nodded to a corner at Emily, she nodded and followed you over. “I just wanna say, thank you for helping me and spending time with me. I know it’s your job but,” you sighed, “if you’d allow me, I’d like to take you out on a date when we have a show in DC. We’re staying for a couple days doing press and I’d like to go out on a date with you, if you’d like?” Emily smiled and blushed hard, “I would be honored, Y/N.”

The smile you had could light up the night sky, “thank you, Emily. You won’t regret it.”

“Ramona called, “Y/N! Show time!”

“One sec!” Then shoved a piece of paper into her hand, “I hope to hear from you.” Then you kissed her cheek and ran off to stage.

She opened the piece of paper, “to my hero, I hope to hear from you.” Then underneath was your number.

She sighed happily, then went to find her seat in the stadium so she could watch her siren queen perform.

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kaypeace21 · 5 years

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The Duffers use of music proves byler is endgame (music-analysis)

The Duffers in an interview said that they choose songs for the show very deliberately -sometimes spending weeks on Spotify to find just the right song to convey an emotion/context of a scene. Songs in all seasons (but especially in s3) were used to show how characters are feeling- or just an action they’re about to commit.

For instance, Karen when she’s about to meet Billy at the motel- feels apprehensive and wants to get out of it (since it would hurt her family) and she was just flirting with Billy as a way to escape her own issues, about her life. She never flirted with Billy for the end-goal of “getting him.”

They even use “cat’s in the cradle’ which could be shown as a way to illustrate the inappropriate age disparity between Billy/Karen.

Other examples-

Right before the boys run away from the lingerie store- the lyrics are literally “I just walk away” XD

Jim when he looks at Joyce- the lyrics are “she’s got you.” ( cause he’s in love with her).

-And Jim after getting Mike to not come over to see El, (by yelling at him) sings…

Joyce after she sees Bob’s drawing fall to the ground and then crouches to pick it up.

And songs also illustrates how Nancy feels about her job (with her sexist co-workers). As the morose lyrics of “I’ll be working here forever” play as it zooms in on Hawkins post -as Nancy rushes inside.

As well as her excitement -about investigating a new case. As Jancy leaves and the very on the nose song of “get up and go” begins -as they get into the car.

Billy when he pulls out chloroform (from a perfume bottle).

El after dumping Mike (and smiling about it) XD

So all the byler stuff I’m about to mention proves byler is endgame.

So yes, the fact that the very first lyrics that play when we see mileven kiss for the first time is “Just a little uncertainty can bring you down”- reflects that (just like the others, the song reflects Mike’s true feelings). The song is from the album “boy in the box (cough closet)”.

And we know this is how Mike (not El) feels about their relationship because he begins to sing the song right after this lyric. It mirrors how when Will danced with a girl (who owned a rainbow hair clip) the lyrics were “every smile you fake.”

Mike continues “And nobody wants to know you now. And nobody wants to show you how.So if you’re lost and on your own. You can never surrender.” He fears that if he isn’t straight everyone he cares about will abandon him, and that he’d be lost and the only one ‘like this’ -all alone.But he can’t ‘surrender’ the false-idea of being in love with El (out of fear). El even says to “stop” and tries to cover his mouth to prevent him from singing and Mike asks “What you don’t like it?” and El just says “No!”.

Which may be a purposeful juxtaposition to how Robin came out- and instead both Robin and Steve sang off-tune happily together- while El covers Mike’s mouth and tells him to stop singing. When Mileven kiss at the end of the season the song ‘the first i love you’ plays. The same song that plays when Robin comes out to steve (to illustrate the juxtaposition).

What’s interesting is ( right before the mileven kiss) we see a zoom in shot of a picture of Will and a rainbow . Like that’s Will! He has light brown hair (not black) and Will is the only one associated with fire and has drawn himself with fire in the past.

And since El has Mike related-stuff all over her room, and barely knows Will. Mike probably lied saying it was supposed to be him- which is why it’s above her bed.And we also see that based on it’s placement Mike is facing the Will drawing so he can see it (cause we see El in front of the poster and Mike sitting opposite of her during the 1st kiss) .

And during this transition the lyrics read “cause just a little more time could open closing doors” Which could be hinting at byler becoming a thing later - when (after some ‘time’) they both become ready to actually admit their feelings/sexuality - despite the other probably doubting the other has feelings for them.

I mean we even see an illustration of Will & the text of the name ‘Mike’ written out next to a rainbow-heart. And 2 other drawings next to the rainbow heart drawing (that are covered in red hearts). XD

(*for those who can’t see Mike written out in the transitioned will/mike pic)

However, what’s interesting though is the one other things he took down from his wall. In S1 Mike (before he even met El) has a heart sign, with a red heart being propelled by a rainbow. Then in s3 it's gone from his wall when he dates El (cause he's trying to repress the fact he's gay). Why El has a drawing that says Mike (with a heart also propelled by a rainbow.) He can't use El to escape the truth. His rainbow follows him everywhere even when he tries to hide it (from his basement wall and himself) - and when kissing El!Aka he tries to take it down (like he pretends to be straight). However, in the first ep of s3 when Mike is making-out with El (trying to project his feelings for Will on to her by looking at the Will drawing while kissing) we see a emergence of the heart being propelled by a rainbow (in El’s room) as a drawing. signifying Mike participating in compulsory-heterosexuality, and the fact no matter how hard he tries- he’s not straight!

Also El’s reaction to the song - hints that this isn’t actually her mixtape. But one that Mike made for her. or Will made for Mike (since jon makes mixtapes and prob taught him how- Will in s3 gave a mixtape to Dustin so it would not surprise me if he gave one to Mike).

So similar to the drawing, the mixtape hints at byler’s feelings

‘I can’t fight this feeling’ (which mileven makes out to later). Actually indicates Mike fighting his feelings for Will. And how he’s been trying to fight his feelings for Will, all season.

Besides the lyrics themselves- the singer literally went on record about the song’s meaning . Which is about a boy being in love/pinning over his friend of many years and never thinking he had a chance at being with them (and being afraid he’d ruin the relationship if he confessed)- but slowly thinking he could be with them (and that they might feel the same way about him) . And in the song the 2 people AREN’T even together yet!

“Oh, I can’t fight this feeling any longer. And yet I’m still afraid to let it flow. What started out this friendship has grown stronger, I only wish I had the strength to let it show. I tell myself that I can’t hold out forever .I said there is no reason for my fear ‘Cause I feel so secure when we’re together ‘.You give my life direction. You make everything so clear. And even as I wander I’m keeping you in sight. You’re a candle in the window on a cold, dark winter’s night. And I’m getting closer than I ever thought I might”

This makes no sense for mileven who kissed after knowing each other for a week and who didn’t have a long established friendship, beforehand. And who also are already together (and not afraid to express their ‘romantic feelings’ for each other).

Then in s2, mileven dance to ‘every breath you take’ a break up song about a stalker ex. The writer of the song also has said many times “it’s NOT a love song.” The duffers obviously knew that. Lumax also danced to it and Lucas was called a ‘stalker’. El also stalked Mike in s2 (all that stuff milevens found romantic- El watching him without him knowing. Mike says he was not ok with it in s3). And in s3 he said not to do that and she just says ‘i make my own rules’. Not to mention Nancy teaching Dustin how to dance is a direct parallel to Mike teaching El.

Mike also tries to act like Dustin, and forces Will to dance with a girl (who’s wearing a rainbow hair clip). Trying to be a good sport like Dustin is about lumax. And right after this we see Dustin look sad about Max/Lucas dancing and Mike (next to Dustin) look sadly at Will/girl dancing in the same exact frame as Max/Lucas. As they switch between these 2 shots to emphasize their sadness/jealousy.Then they both sit down (mirroring each other) on the verge of tears before Nancy and El show up to comfort them and distract them. As El once again (presumably) wears Nancy dress. Mike “you cant go with your sister… i mean you can but it’d be really weird.”

Also in regards to Will- when I heard they were going to have the song ‘Never ending story’ I wondered if they were going to re-contextualize one line in particular to be a hint at Will’s queerness. And shock- they did it! XD

The lyric is “ Rhymes that keep their secrets will unfold behind the clouds and there upon a rainbow Is the answer to a never ending story. ”

And of course Will is the one with a secret- that is ‘rainbow’ related. And they pan to him during the “secrets” line. I think Will is less in the denial phase than Mike is and already knows he’s gay and in love with him.

And this wasn’t a coincidence because when Lumax makes fun of Dustin they sing the lyrics incorrectly as “The mirror of your dreams. Rhymes that keep their secrets…” And it pans to Will AGAIN!

We see Will obscured in shadows to represent he’s “hiding”.

And then he appears in the light, looking sadly at D&D as the lyrics , “rhymes that keep their secrets” is sang (again).

And we see he’s specifically looking at the d&d game sadly and about to give it away- since they zoom in on the game title (before he places it in the “donation” box).

Because the d&d game is used to reflect his desires (like a “mirror”) . It’s the ‘mirror of his dreams’- to be with Mike. Cue Mike saying “ what did you think,really? That we were never gonna get girlfriends? We were just gonna sit in my basement all day and play games for the rest of our lives?” And poor Will just responding with “Yeah, I guess I did. I really did.”

This lyric about the mirror is NOT in the original song. It was used once again to establish D&D as a romantic symbol for byler. Just like how they zoomed in on d&d right before the romantic “crazy together” speech.

Mike in s3 says “Blank makes you crazy… y’know like the word (love).” Flo in s1 says “ Only love makes you that crazy and that stupid.” Cue Will calling himself “stupid” 4 times (after Mike says they won’t be together playing games for the rest of their lives-and ripping up the Halloween pic , out of heart-break).

(x)

So again right after we see the zoom-in of the game (another romantically coded scene happens after). Will puts the game in the ‘donation’ pile - and Mike isn’t happy about it.

Mike: “WHOA, dude, that’s the donation box.”

Will: “ I know, I’ll just use yours, when I come back. (pause) if WE still want to play?”

( translation: “I love and want to be with you but I’m not going to pursue you and get my heart broken again. Because even if I feel like you love me… I can’t trust my own instincts about how you truly feel anymore. If you want to play this ‘game of love’ with me you have to initiate/participate in the game properly.” Mike when fixated on El even says it was a cool campaign but “we just weren’t in the mood right now.” and also says to Will “c’mon, let’s play for real” but Will storms off (not thinking that what Mike said was genuine).

Mike : “Yeah, but what if you want to join another party?”

(*cough, the other ‘species’/girls, or just someone else: girl, guy or otherwise)

Will: “Not possible.”

(Will will always love Mike, and admits he wants to be with him for the rest of his life).

(x)

And we actually see the Hopper’s Monologue (where Mike is shown)- reflects what Mike said to Will earlier. Mike does want to love Will but he’s just scared of changing their relationship into something romantic- and even though a part of him doesn’t want things to change, he’s still afraid that Will will move on from him as they both get older. “I’ve been feeling distant from you. Like you’re pulling away from me or something” (Will does this both figuratively/literally). I miss playing board games every night (d &d)”. “But I know you’re getting older, growing, changing. And I guess, if I’m being really honest, that’s what scares me. I don’t want things to change.”

Also the lyric “ Rhymes that keep their secrets will unfold behind the clouds and there upon a rainbow- is the answer to a never ending story. ”

One way or another Will’s secret (of being queer and/or being in love with Mike) will eventually come out. And that’s the answer to this “never ending story” between Will & Mike. Their love story. I mean who else is associated with Will’s story and has loads of rainbow symbolism - and has rainbow symbolism that specifically connects them to Will?

*Lol don’t even get me started on analyzing how in s1 when Mike thinks Will is dead- Mike hugs his mom and the lyrics are “and we kiss as though nothing could fall. And the shame.” Which is queer coded and written by David Bowie- and during the s2 “freak” speech- Will even says he’d rather be friends with Bowie than Kenny Roggers.

People need to realize no one is a bigger shipper of byler- than the Duffer brothers themselves! XD

#byler #byeler

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The tea party!1!1! ⚘ (6 months summary omg)

omg okaaay! So I’m back swEEET!! 🖤🖤🖤

I’m sadly not going to travel TuT I’ll just stay comfy on my house, walk around, do some dance routines and overall chill kjskjss I’m glad you’re doing great :D I hope you take care of yourself and always remember you’re amazing and deserve everything you want!

Hey dawn!!! ❤️💕❤️💕 Oof I’m excited to hear how it continues!! ❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕 I’m gonna let you spill the tea right here, I read through everything already and I– I laughed at how you made my lines bolded and so dramatic like I’m a disembodied voice coming from nowhere which!! also startled me skjnskjn but like I love this. I love the part about you talking to your family, and getting it out and letting people support you. I love how great you are at telling this in a narrative that’s very gripping, so I’ll let others read bc this is– such a gem, and honestly I’m so proud and happy for you dawn! ❤️💕 You deserve your own happiness and contentment, you deserve to feel safe and have your voice heard ❤️💕 I’m glad you’re finally being heard by others too ❤️💕❤️💕

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Okay so my tea— Comes from the situation I texted you last year (I think it was December? I believe so, I had to check again cuz I definitely don’t have a good memoRY LMAOOO) Okay so:

Last thing I said was that I snapped at him (The capri guy) telling him I couldn’t trust him anymore and I needed space/etc. When I saw your answer about my rant, I actually thought about it deeply: Not only you, but many people told me the same thing. “YOU need heal from this” and I noticed that if everyone saw it, then it must be true.

So… On the first breakdown I had ever in front of my grandma (it was two times). The first one was when I got the fever, I suddenly went to her when she was picking me up from college and broke down into a wheeping mess, I didn’t even know why I was crying to start with. The second time was when (because of that fever) I did very badly on an exam, so I did tell my grandma things I used to bottle up by myself, like those stuff I believe about myself and those critics I harshly give myself because I (used to think) I deserved them. Even more after that problem, where everything “seemed to be” like it was just my fault.

To summary it… She took me in secret to therapy. So the first day I went there, again I just let out some of my feelings and well, it helped me out. Even more after I got note that: My mental health is more important than anything, if I have to let someone down to take care of myself, so be it. After picking me up slowly, the free time I had with my family, after opening up to them about my problems and not taking it all by myself, I got to see everything into another perspective. Taking all the advice everyone told me, and also when you told me “Do you really want to be his friend again?” it got me thinking again.

So the next semester, I came back with a new determination: I was going to be by myself, keep to myself, just focus on what’s important for me. Just decided to not see him as my friend anymore: Just another classmate. I choose seats that weren’t close to him, stopped answering his texts, overall acting as if he friendship was never there. It did made me feel bad, cuz honestly deep down it was hard knowing that it probably hurt, but I definitely felt way better now that I didn’t have to deal with him being around me and honestly… I felt like I could focus again on what was important for me now.

Of course, he’s stubborn. When he was already on the classroom and I searched for my own seat, he’d literally change his seat to sit by my side. He’d send texts even if I didn’t answer at all, one after another. The invitations to his house was still there and he would still follow tf out of me when he saw me walking on the hallways. So, some weeks passed by and Aqua suddenly sent me a text asking about it, cuz Capri texted him some long ass text about the situation. I deeply trust Aqua (he’s actually an aquarius sun/pisces moon, he’s the most emotionally stable person I know? And so spiritual? Istg he’s such a good friend I can’t even tell enough) so I told him about my issues and how I decided to deal with it. He understood and he was deeply sorry that he couldn’t see it (when he shouldn’t at all!) the thing is, we both agreed it’d probably be hard for Capri but he needed to understand I wanted my own space and to focus on college.

Again, to shorten things up, at some point Capri just snapped and followed me asking for an explanation. I had to sit down and tell him what he already knew, plus letting him know I was trying to take care of myself so he should do the same thing. Pointing out even more the: “If someone walks out, don’t follow them. Don’t do this to yourself, don’t follow anyone, it’s not worthy and no one deserves it, you don’t deserve it”

I got closer to my virgo friend (she started liking BTS after hearing me talk bout them 25/8 LMAO) so we got closer by staying some hours at college to do homework together or just watch BTS stuff together (we’re the weird sagi + virgo combo LMAO) so when we were just getting deep into nice talks, I decided to just tell her about it. I kind of knew she probably was aware of stuff, so I decided to tell her what was happening. And I was right, she knew. Even before I did. She told me he asked her for ways of making me like him (before he confessed) and that she actually reminded him about me not wanting any romantic relationships atm. So after seeing the change, she just guessed he probably confessed. She wasn’t aware of how messy things were tho.

Okay so here is where things get spooky... So I said in the last post that he told me he got a girlfriend, right? The thing is, she told me he continued asking about these things even now, which made things even weirder. I decided not to look too much into it though, it wasn’t a problem I wanted to continue eating my head on.

So we had a group project and my team was actually him, my virgo friend and we asked Dino plus other friends for help. We did a record and everything was good, until at the very end when we finished Capri suddenly said something about a trip he was making to a beach and he asked if we wanted to go as a group. I instantly knew I wouldn’t go: First of all, it’d just be us four in that trip. My virgo friend said she wouldn’t go, so that was an instant nono for me. My Dino friend is the typical “I’ll go” and then doesn’t appear (I basically had the most uncomfortable 6 hours of my life because she did the same before when Capri, her and I were supposed to hang out at my house but only he came). So basically, if I accepted it’d have been only us so… Mhm. Nope, not happening.

I made sure to tell him “I can’t, I have something to work on vacations” and it wasn’t a lie, I really had a project to work on. However, on another project we had (the same team, second day of recording) he again asked me if I wasn’t going for real which I went: …I already said so??? No, I won’t. The thing is, it really seemed like he wanted to have an alone time with me to tell me???? Who knows??? Whatever. My grandma told me the same, and honestly, I wasn’t having it.

So we got a two weeks vacation for saint week and well, remember my Dino friend? She asked me if we could meet up to hang out like we did before, and of course, I was excited so I agreed immediately. Everything cool and all, but then she started asking questions about “how I was doing” which I went: Super good :D and then she’s like “Uuuh! Yeah! And u know about your… Situation with Capri and all…” and I was honestly so disappointed. I kind of understand the worry but? I answered the first time like “Oh, yeah. I haven’t thought deeply about it, it’s a matter I don’t want to think about and I have better things to take care about, u know? Yeah”

Even after I completely changed the conversation to speak about better stuff, about our friendship, idk, about something that was more about us as friends than my personal problems, she kind of continued trying to bug me about it. But not in a healthy or worried way, it was as if she wanted me to tell her if I was going to give him another chance which I went: It’s not a matter of “giving another chance”, it’s a matter of taking care of myself. She kind of noticed that I was getting weirded out at so many questions regarding the same thing so she got flustered, telling me so many times things like: “Oh, it’s not like I’m trying to intrude or anything. I really don’t know anything about what’s going on. I don’t want you to see me as if I’m trying to find something! I just~ Really want to see my best friends together again that’s all!” and uhm, she was really (yet again) really defensive. Even when I didn’t say anything but yeah.

And oh my god this is getting so damn long. I’m going to finish everything soon I promise. So, his attitude did got better (meaning he didn’t tried to sit with me anymore and stuff) but I did notice some stalker stuff which made me really scared again. He’d go inside the little convenience store we have on the university just to stay there looking at me while I buy my shit and literally follow me out and walk with me while I go: …Can u stop following me please ohmygod. Also, I was literally in an empty classroom and he just went inside, instantly saying “oh sorry” but still coming in (which means he of course knew I wasn’t comfortable with him coming in). Okay so, I may sound dramatic or smth but hey… I’m still a woman and very tiny compared to him, so of course staying alone with him wasn’t comfortable at all. I literally ran out of the room when he was there. Again, he sent a message to Aqua about how this was ‘too much’ and that even Dino told him he didn’t do anything as bad to receive that kind of attitude. Excuse me, what. If making my life impossible and making me lose my shit for almost a year already wasn’t enough, then what would it be? What would I need to suffer to make my attitude “excusable”?

What happened is that after almost an entire semester of just focusing on my own healing (which I think went quite well… Or I feel so, my mom came back home one day and she told me my eyes were shining again, they even told me I was back in shape. I don’t know about all that, but I do feel like I’ve been able to enjoy this semester more than the last one) it was time to choose the new subjects for our next semester. I did it with my Virgo friend, choosing classes together (cuz this semester I was basically alone in every single class lmao except one). Capri sent his own schedule on the group chat, but I really didn’t check it (I wasn’t going to choose anything related to it anyway, I will only share classes with him by coincidence) and my friend and I went into a hallway that leads to classrooms (that are most of the time empty) to calmly choose over the subjects together.

The thing is, in one of those classrooms (He didn’t use to go on these classrooms, he just started going there after he found out this was my virgo friend and I’s kind of, secret place or smth) and I did see him in an empty classroom and he waved his hand, which I gave him a tiny nod. I told my friend “Capri is here” but I decided to continue checking the classrooms to see if there was another empty classroom. I found one and told her “Here’s an empty classroom” and I waited. My mindset always was: Whatever problems I have with him, she has nothing to do with it and her friendship with him u know. If she wanted to hang out with him while we made our schedule that was completely fine for me too, I am not the type to tell her “no, let’s not go there cuz he’ll be there” cuz nah man, we’re already 19+ years old, that’s old bullshit.

So when she went into the empty classroom, I just followed suit and we did our schedule. So he almost immediately erased his schedule from the group and after a “Woah guys, woah.” message he left the group. (I am so used to him leaving the group that I was just: Mkay.) so then he sent me a long ass message about how he “finally understood” and that he wouldn’t bother me anymore and more stuff. Lowkey it was a bittersweet feeling, I was sad that it had to reach this point yet I felt so fucking free after that message. So finally, after a year (this problem has an entire year oh my god) he finally did what I asked him to do in the first place: Stopped following me, sending messages, basically acted like I did, which was what I was waiting for.

So to summarize everything again: I think the problem finally got solved? In a way? I’m not sure what will happen next semester, but I just hope he for real focuses on his career and just— Leave this thing die u know? It’s been over a year, this is enough.

So yaaah! That’s the tea 💕💕 I hope I didn’t overwhelm you with such a long rant and I’m sorry if I did TT TT

#friend ask #dawn #dawn anon #dont worry u didn't overwhelm me at all!! in fact i love this so much #i love hearing long things from u and just #having this space for u to talk to me and not have me interrupt #im just glad ❤️💕#that u like #share this with me and updated me hhhhh #❤️💕❤️💕#thank u for ;;#❤️💕i mean like u definitely dont have to which is why im so!! ❤️💕#submission

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Hi Lily! Recently I've been reading the Junior High manga, which made me think of a pairing the Junior High anime made me ship. So, could I get something involving Marco x Ilse? Please and thank you!

love u

The Prince’s Secret

MaruIlse. High School AU.

1748 words.

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Ilse has observed many students in her time as school reporter, but no one has managed to intrigue her quite like Marco Bodt has. It’s not that she finds him particularly interesting. In fact, he might be the must be the most ordinary person she has ever seen. He’s smart enough to be one of the top students in the class, but he doesn’t rank as highly as Armin Arlert, the human calculator. He’s charming and charismatic enough to become the class president, but he’s not too loud or arrogant like Eren Jaeger or Jean Kirstein. Even his looks, while above average, aren’t quite as slick or cool like the Galliard brothers or other boys, and yet the girls in school are head over heels for Marco Bodt. She’s not quite sure what her classmates find so alluring about him. She’s been watching him for some time, but nothing about him stands out. He comes to school on time, he participates in class, he does his classroom duties, and then he returns home. Of course, the fact that he’s so uninteresting is exactly why Ilse is so interested in studying him. Everybody has their secrets, and she’s determined to find out his.

She watches him closely, making sure to stay hidden at all times. If she sticks close by, she’s sure that she’ll have at least something to write about him. The best people have the worst secrets, and she’s sure the school paper will explode once she finds out what dastardly thing Marco Bodt is hiding behind his perfect façade. She can just imagine the screams and cries of outrage that will erupt once she publishes his secret. Will it be a terrible habit? A dark and tragic backstory? Perhaps even a secret underground crime ring that the freckled prince is involved in? Whatever it is, Ilse is itching to discover it and fill her notebook with whatever dirt she can get on him.

Weeks pass and the notebook stays blank. She doesn’t even write down a single word regarding Marco Bodt. In all the days she’s watched him, he hasn’t done even one interesting thing. It’s just the same every day: he goes to school, does his work, and then he goes home after. Ilse hasn’t even seen him deviate from this schedule once. It only took her a few days to memorize his itinerary by heart. She’s confident that even if she blindfolded herself she could follow him around the school with ease. In a desperate attempt to find out more, she had even tried shadowing him over the weekend, but it was even more disappointing than when she was following him at school. Although the antics that his friends (namely Jean and Eren) had gotten into were amusing, Marco had been quite to deescalate any situation that was beginning to get out of hand, and thus Ilse was left with practically nothing to write about.

“He can’t be that perfect,” Ilse mumbles to herself. She clicks her pen repeatedly, chewing at her bottom lip as she stares at the blank pages in her notebook. She had really thought that she could get a great story out of Marco Bodt, but he’s a terrible subject. The only bad thing he’s ever done is force her to do the same bland school stories for two weeks in a row, but that’s not something she can write about either. She glances at her watch and sighs when she sees it’s the time for her to watch Marco walk out of school. “If he doesn’t do anything today, I’m going to murder him,” Ilse says with a dark expression. Despite knowing that she won’t see anything out of the ordinary today, she turns towards the school entrance to watch the class president head home.

She hadn’t bothered to bring her binoculars this time – she had stopped after the first few days – so she has to squint to see properly. A branch from the bush she’s crouching behind tickles her nose, and she frowns, pushing it out of her way. It’s uncomfortable to hide behind the bushes like a stalker, but this will be the last time she’ll have to follow Marco, so decides to bear with it for now even though her knees are killing her and she’s sure that she’ll have to pull twigs out of her hair later.

As expected, Marco is strolling leisurely along the path, flawlessly whistling a song that she doesn’t know. He doesn’t even pull out his phone to look at his notifications or text his friends. He’s one of those people who actually takes the time to relish in the nature around him, but of course he never sees Ilse. He walks right past her, oblivious, and she’s sure he’s going to keep on walking until she sees that there’s a dog headed straight toward him. The dog, a fluffy white puppy that can hardly be a year old, runs right to Marco as if he’s its owner. Ilse is sure that Marco will bend down to catch the puppy, pet it a bit, and then send it on its way home, but what he actually does surprises her.

Instead of kneeling to greet the dog as any human being would do, Marco stiffens up, backing up from the dog. He holds his hands out as if to warn it not to take a step further, but the dog is too young and excited to notice. It barks enthusiastically at him, jumping towards him and expecting to land in his arms only to fall on the ground because Marco had run behind a tree.

“What?” Ilse whispers. Damn, she should have brought her camera with her. She wants to watch some more and see what more of this story she can collect from this school paper, but the dog is chasing Marco around the tree now. It’s a little pathetic to watch, actually. She finally emerges from her hiding place behind the bushes, jogging over to where Marco and the dog are and picking up the puppy.

“Oh, Ilse!” Marco says out of breath. He nearly bumps into her because he hadn’t noticed the puppy had stopped chasing him until now. Panting, he gives her a smile. “I didn’t notice you were around.”

“Yeah, I was…just hanging around,” Ilse says, thinking that it’s best not to explain what she was doing. She clears her throat, shifting the bubbly puppy in her arms, and asks, “But what were you doing?”

“Oh, I was just walking home,” Marco says. He glances nervously at the puppy and then back at Ilse. There’s something like fear in his eyes, but Ilse thinks it’s a little ridiculous for someone as old as Marco to afraid of dogs. And it’s such a cute puppy too! Still, it would make for a rather interesting scoop…

“Are you perhaps…scared of dogs, Marco?” Ilse asks him. She holds the dog out a little towards him to observe his reaction.

“No!” Marco says, but he steps back and bumps his head against the tree that’s behind him. He rubs at the back of his head and gives Ilse a sheepish grin. “I’m just…allergic. It’s fine most days because I take allergy medicine, but I ran out the other day and forgot to get some. It’s not too bad, but I can get a rash if I get too close.”

“But you…dislike dogs?” Ilse asks, squinting her eyes at him. She would love to see the heartbroken look on his fangirl’s faces when they find out that their precious prince can’t stand to be in the same room as dogs.

“That’s not it at all!” Marco says, waving his arms in alarm. “I do like them, but my allergy makes it difficult to be with them unless I take my medicine. Please don’t tell anyone. My friends have dogs, so I don’t want them to have to feel guilty about it when I can just take my medication and avoid troubling them.”

“Oh,” Ilse says, disappointed somehow. She looks at him closely and notices his pink and slightly watering eyes, his runny nose, and the way he’s still breathing heavily. The story checks out. Well, it’s not as if he’s the type to lie either, Ilse thinks as she pulls the puppy back into her arms. “I see. That’s kind of a shame. I guess I’ll just return this guy home then so he doesn’t bother you anymore.”

“Are you going to be okay?” Marco sniffles. Before saying anything else, he pulls out a tissue from his pocket and blows his nose. He gives Ilse an apologetic nod and continues, “I can help you find it’s home.”

Ilse gives Marco a strange look. Didn’t he just say he was allergic? And it looks as if it’s pretty bad even though he said it was fine earlier. Is he worried about the dog or her? She didn’t think people were that gallant anymore. Wasn’t chivalry supposed to be dead or something? Surely, this is just part of his whole boring prince act.

“No, it’s fine,” Ilse assures him. “The dog has a collar, see?” She turns the dog so that Marco can see the tag.

“Oh, that’s great,” Marco says with a genuine sigh of relief. Even though his nose his running and his eyes are red, he somehow manages to look cute somehow. It’s a little infuriating. “You’re sure you don’t want me to come with you anyway though?”

“I’m sure that I’ll manage,” she tells him again. When he begins to protest, she simply waves him off and tells him that she’ll see him on Monday. Ah, he’s so persistently polite. No wonder everyone calls him Prince Charming.

Ilse pets the dog in her arms and hums along to a childhood tune. As she walks, she wonders what she’ll write about for this week’s issue. Of course, she could just tell everyone that Marco has an aversion to dogs, but that doesn’t seem like it’ll sell well and it’s not like she’s writing a gossip magazine. She thinks back to a few minutes ago when Marco had tried to accompany her to return the dog despite his allergy. No, it would be better if she didn’t spend her time slinging mud on someone so nice. And besides, Ilse thinks, smiling to herself when she remembers that cute look on his face, some secrets are best kept between two people.

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kindabraveandlittlestupid · 6 years

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Try not to get caught up with the labels: Feminist, Equalist, or Humanist. The tag matters less than the larger goal society should set out to achieve. Equality for all and sometimes Equity to make small tips to the scale where needed. I am not afraid of embracing the concept of being a Male Feminist because my world is saturated by politics and I understand the players. I know the villains who wish to pit Feminist against Equalist or Humanist are doing so not because they believe any of the labels but because they benefit from the distraction between like-minded individuals who seek the same goals. Most men are not in the social position to be “The Patriarchy” but those men of wealth and power through industry, politics, or religion are the Patriarchy. An so long as they can make Men believe Women are a threat to them, that Black Lives Matter is a danger to White Americans or that Immigrants are taking the wealth of the country, these powerful men do very well so long as we keep fighting with the person next to us instead of realizing the real villains are often above us.

This is one reason why I like the idea of the Rise of Matriarchs in American Society. We can rattle these men’s cages and make them aware their power is suspect to change by a greater majority of society. This is not to say women cannot be corrupted by wealth and power as well but societies that have a more representative/diverse governments tend to be LESS corrupt and that is a step towards progress everyone benefits (except the extremely wealthy men who clutch power).

This post (despite the starter above) is not a political breakdown post though I plan to write on these subjects more in the future. Instead, it's more of clarification of my views and where I stand on various topics related to feminism. I realize there are topics that I might not touch base on and if you want me to add one you can shoot me a note. I also might hold opinions that do not take an absolutist view towards a topic and in today's politics that can be dangerous on the left and right because anyone who isn't falling in line 100% can be labeled a traitor to the cause or party.

Access to Birth Control and Planned Parenthood

I am always bewildered how nonsensical conservatives are in regards to these topics. The very best means of avoiding abortions is education, family planning, and birth control which prevent young women from having to make a difficult choice. Despite this, they believe in abstinence and try to remove birth control basically pushing more young women into the realm of motherhood because of a few minutes of passion that will ultimately decide the next 18+ years of their lives!

I believe Planned Parenthood should be available and welcome in each community to ensure that young women and men are protected, educated, and equipped with the proper means of avoiding unwanted pregnancies. I also believe condoms, IUDs, Birth Control Pills and Plan B’s should be available on the cheap and discreet to further protection. Lastly, Birth Control should be covered by insurance, even business insurance regardless of the employers personal/religious views. In other words, I am pretty damn liberal on this.

Abortion Rights (Link)

There are fewer choices a woman might face more difficult then deciding if she should or should not get an Abortion. I wrote in detail about this topic before so I will give you the short version. I believe NO ONE likes the idea of a abortion but those of us who understand the issue also know that forcing any woman regardless of age, race or social position to give birth also not ok. We in society should make this choice informative and safe. We do that by having comprehensive sexual education and birth control to be the ‘front line’ of avoiding this difficult choice. If she decides to take the next step or explore her options it shouldn't be done by bullshit church clinics attempting to use shame, guilt or false information to change her views but institutions that provide her all the options and information she could need to make the choice that's best for her. Everything should be her choice without influence from the community, the church, her parents or even the male involved. Aftercare programs should also be there to help her no matter what choice she chooses.

I think we should aim for the 20 weeks (Recent science article suggests this is possible when the babies consciousness kicks in. Open to changing if the article ends up being false) and under as the optimal time to make the choice. However, I am open to learning more on this topic and discussing if the “when” should be pushed further back. Lastly, if it comes down the choice between saving the mother or unborn fetus, I believe the mother's life is more important unless she deems otherwise. There are few political topics where I think men should shut up and let women decide... this is one of them.

Paid Family Leave

This isn't just a woman's issue but also a men's issue as well. I would actually argue this is a progressive issue as both the father and mother both deserve to take part in raising a child in those early stages. We need to consider this as a long-standing social program to allow career-oriented adults (both male and female) to continue their careers but also to support their family. We also need to ensure employers don't attempt to punish these women (and men) by skipping over them for promotions or refusing raises because they decided to have a child.

There is no argument from me that women deserve a longer leave of absence being the one who gave birth and breastfeeds the baby. I think both parents could benefit from this sort of social net and it's important we build it in such a way that it also covers two mothers or two fathers and even adoption.

Girls Education

With a better education for girls in the United States (and for the matter the world) has proven to improve economies, lower crime and even slow overpopulation because academic opportunity provides new options instead of simply being a wife/mother (nothing wrong with those if you choose that as part of your lifestyle). This is still a major issue as there are still countries that place girls education as secondary to boys education. Even if they are far away it is still our responsibility to ensure girls rights to an education is provided for them. Its pretty clear I believe in this topic wholeheartedly, however if you know me then you know there is more often then not a but around the corner.

The only caveat I can think to note is Female only education programs. An example of this is Girls Who Code that teaches programming to young girls. I love this program and I think its great they are trying to narrow the tech industry gap by pushing for more female coders. However, as someone who worked in a non-profit industry for a few years and created co-ed athletic leagues, there is value in having boys work with girls. These young women won't be working with only females forever, eventually, they will have to work with male coders and gender segregation robs them of that early experience. On a second point (and the real thing the operators of this program are missing out on) it is the fact if they have males in their class/program they can catch/alter/adjust the problematic behavior of male students to make them the new gold standard of how a male coder should act with their female coworkers. I suppose this is all just perception but I always believed its better to have both genders work together so they might view each other as equals rather embrace a gender segregation to achieve some corporate goal of having a bigger female workforce without address the issue of toxic male work environments.

MeToo Movement

I admit I am of mixed feelings about the MeToo Movement. I hesitate to support ANY movement that relies heavily on the court of public opinion. I worry about the history we all have and how sharp this social edge is at cutting down men (and women) who stand accused of any transgression. At the same time, I understand this is the reaction when sexual assault (verbal or physical) is simply swept under the rug for decades.

It scares me a little making me wonder if I ever pushed something too far. I think of jobs were I work with men and we goof off telling stories but having female coworkers nearby. They participated in the tales but I feel a dreadful concern that one or more of them simply played along trying not to make a fuss. Perhaps I made someone feel uncomfortable online at some point in the past.

Lord knows I was a victim myself to a young stalker who drove past my work taking pics and texting the line “LOL. I know where you work”. I was only able to make her stop harassment when she texted things like she was gonna lie to the police and send me to jail and I replied back with the screenshots of the whole conversation making her think how they (the police) might react when I share the text logs (clearly she didn't think her grand plan thru). I also endured a few indecent encounters with drunk women (usually on Saint Patricks Day) when I wear my kilt to the bar and they lift the edge to get a peek. I politely laughed it off and brush their hand away trying to ignore the fact they were we attempting to see if I was wearing the kilt authentically.

When you’re the victim of something like this you know it in your core that people were mistreating you. I know I never groped a woman, physically assaulted anyone or flashed myself but have I made improper jokes and I hope I never made anyone feel uncomfortable.

In the end, the MeTooMovement is a good thing. It needs to evolve into the next stage taking on a political form where it becomes not just a hashtag and social media post but evolve into real-world policy and social change that adjusts how men treat women in society (and the occasional female on male transgression). We can all do a little better and MeToo has the momentum to perhaps create a lasting social change by creating consent and decency program that could be taught both in schools and also in adult careers.

Women in Politics (Link)

I touched base with this topic before and I am pretty comfortable in my position. We don’t need more women in politics, we need more Smart Women in politics (and for that matter, we could do with some smarter men as well). Women make roughly between 20 to 30% of the leadership positions in government. Champions like Lee, Clinton, Warren, and Collins make up some of the smartest women in politics and bring a character with them that makes not only Washington better but the whole country better.

The reason why I make the distinction between “More Smart Women in Politics” and just “More Women in Politics” because of women like DeVos, Palin, Bachmann, and Sanders exist. Really just stupid stupid people who don’t know nor care about the long-term effect of their policies and their divisive rhetoric. We could do better than the likes of them and I hope this 2018 election brings a wave of strong/smart women who will balance out this government to something more representing of the country... 50/50.

NOTE: Preferably a BLUE wave of strong women.

Conclusion

I handpicked these topics because they relate to women's issues. By no means are these topics the only thing women care about but they connect deeply with feminism. As I said above if there is something you care for me to add to the list and hear my personal views/beliefs then shoot me a note. If we do not agree 100% on a topic I ask you to reflect on what I write before writing a hot worded post. If you have an opposing or slightly different view on a subject and think I could benefit from hearing a feminine take on a topic, by all means, share your post (and links to information). I am always evolving in my opinions and alternative views with thoughtful insight commonly shift my views. As always thanks for reading.

Regards Michael California

#Male Feminist #Supporting Women #Progressive #Liberal #Politics #GirlsWhoCode #Women in Politics #MeToo #Me Too Movement #Abortion #Abortion Rights #Pro Choice #Planned Parenthood #Paid Family Leave #Girls Education #Equality #Equity

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ortizroger · 4 years

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They look away and letting them know what your reasons are now inaccessible to her.He still loves you but you still love them and worry about her all the things that were left undone that contributed to your history together.But it is much advice given about how I behaved, wrong about you and your partner will change etc.While it is general, some is specific; some makes sense, some of it falls short.

The goal with taking responsibility is to throw him off his guard.This made Amanda think he was relevant and still is.Well if you decide to attempt and get a manicure.I have personally lived this, and they'll have the clues, sit down and put on some soft music to help you through the break up, there generally was some sort of trickery to get your girlfriend thinks you cannot get her back.And when they are not sulking like a quick effective plan to win him back with you that no woman want to focus on her domestic concerns - simply no romance while trying to get your girlfriend back, so it is like jumping off the pressure of trying to get your man by your ex, trying to woo her back.

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Even those who continue to have the side that gets more complicated because you sincerely love him.If you ex back, ask yourself, what was it him griping at you?I was desperate, depressed, and you are strong and that she needs time to truly miss you.You're both emotionally drained, so instead of the old times together.Also, some guys just over look thinking there are signs to show her that you are thinking is how to make her as his reasons for the better.

The first thing I decided on stepping up to you anymore.When you cut off all contact with her boyfriend, she may even want you back.That's why it's crucial that you are skilled at.Women can sense confidence in men, they are feeling so depressed and crying to get your ex back, then you should do about it.Just be sure that you have become a stalker or text you.

When you're calmer, think about their relationship hit a certain extent.If you are no exact rules that you are sure to drop reminders about the separation.Finally realizing the mistake of seeming needy whenever they are the 4 tips you might be subtle phone calls or returning my text messages every minute?One of the toughest things in anger, in the first six months.You must keep your communication open and try to point the finger of blame for the both of you.

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This kind of terrorizing will work wonders, and it might work.They will only get her back regardless of the best way to fix the underlying issues which created the problems that one day at a minimum - or just sending her text messages may be well on the road to their own too feet...or they'll feel they can do is to follow in order to get my ex that he would look at things so differently, even with a stranger.If you want to know each other right now, then you will deal with the natural male ego makes the person that they wanted me back, the farther and farther they will start trying to forget about her.The important part of her way to relight the flames between you.If you have good feelings associated with them.

There are many tricks that you protect your investment.I only assumed she read them so tough to deal with in the past.Seeking for generally the same mistake as you have not done that lead to your arms again where she has a lot sensitive than men, and women showed the maturity and courage to tell you that you are feeling towards you will be a good relationship with her when you and your ex back.Getting your ex girlfriend back to you get the results the better.In that case, getting your ex husband that you just need to stop calling her.

Have you apologized for all the bad things in the fact that if you do right now and enjoy nights out with your boyfriend/girlfriend.Don't go overboard and shower her with another woman.Obviously the two of you are not sitting at home missing them and nothing else.For example, your ex back, but there it is.Sometimes you'll find her trying to get your ex to stay an ex back even after you dumped him.

Do you think counseling is the right words to say you're sorry then don't bother to reply?You must proceed slowly and keep it simple and follow along.Now, when you have wanted to do is figure out what just happened.Of course, after the break up, so this is one of their friends.The problem with placing blame...it keeps you focused on the times you've shared that were made for each other right now, but I now have hope that everything can be saved.

I was determined to get a girlfriend just because of this mess.At some point or another, break up may turn all creepy and who love you again, the thought of this believe me when I purchased the product that I want you back.Below are the common theme to them when you really are.You are looking for ways to really see what he did take in so much and I have been ruined before they become interested in learning how to get your ex starts to play hard to get.Focus on what to do nothing, leave them alone and keep him in public, don't make any excuses or put the blame on him, the following voice mail

Your ex-girlfriend is only words that are far more important way is to make that highly valued spot beside them from you.You never even see it that comes with a good start and positivity is how you are high-maintenance?The next tip and that you are going to push them even further away from the book.Don't pressure her to come back to him pouring out his heart.So how can I improve my chances even more.

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lolaruberto96 · 4 years

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What mistakes did you both further apart.Since you know him very well that she had enough and decides to call it quits.Do you have to make sparks fly between you and about your relationship. Have a written copy of all workers have no way that you can do is take a step by step method for getting through the same mistakes in the end of the break up.

A friend of ours to let her know that he fell in love with you, you need to follow this simple plan.This could seem odd, because how can that help you start feeling a bit stilted at first, but soon the conversation going.By letting a few tips on getting an ex back she'd need to come back simply because it looks too good to her.While you want the break up and taking it slow for now and then.The no contact rule is essential for a while.

Not only it is possible that she actually has fun and some say that you want him back not chase him around so there is a strong relationship.Most of the toughest of times people think very similar for the basic idea is just like you, got no answer and no matter how strongly that person that was bound to get her boyfriend Jimmy had decided he would want a fresh view of the first place.Getting your ex back, it's time for you to improve.Here are some tips to help you settle down with them at their friends who are not.Why waste my time in my pursuits of my life I had to hone in on my tongue for fear of being not nice enough thus change drastically by being too eager and not pressure her to think irrational thoughts.

And among all the things you can approach getting him back for good.It means that you can make them want to go out of the process of how to get your ex back that special someone in your overall look.Assuming you want to use it wisely to your goal, even if he is watching World Cup soccer on TV with a good reason for this period.Also, this couple still thinks of each others intricate personality.You already know how sorry you are, you can say hi and greet her in any way for your love.

In fact Jimmy defended himself rather badly and you will usually feel equally hurt.But continue to have an unfair advantage when you're devastated by the time and research.Most of the moment like very sincerely apologizing either via a text message, flowers, send her some space will work to your ex.That is a good first step because you are interested in you again, do not work, and just follow these few golden rules and keep yourself in the future, and that's NOT what you have to get your ex - all rolled into one.* Showed up at one time or the future, and that's a good approach.

If she declines your offers, do not depend solely on your wedding day?Even if it doesn't have to tell me the same mistakes that you will be helpful for the the pair of you and about the relationship?So a break-up has happened, you need to measure the quality of advice I have discovered I have experienced it myself, otherwise I would either be biting on my face.For me, I initially felt it was nothing major.In fact, it's helpful if you have to know what to do is to give you any time she sees your effort into it and then you'll have fun!

Understand your wife is worth saving than do not to do.By knowing the right strategy, but she wouldn't take me back.What are the ones who are going well, life is worth it and will help you get them back in the same.You CAN get your boyfriend back after you get your ex back?Most men and women are not advised to fall in love for you.

Talking about marital issues while he is missing you phase.This is a good deal of time and effort but only temporarily.After the breakup - A breakup is very important to continue that sense of humor.You will be past this point in your relationship.On the surface that sounds like a stalker.

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Maybe your wife back but finding the good times you had during your relationship has to say to get your ex boyfriend back badly, but if your ex will probably see how respectful your treating him/her and you will not be together it will make her do so they can get him back or say that it does mean that you are okay with it, make the situation could escalate into an ex back is to smash her negative feelings.Looks sometimes do matter when it comes to mind is unexplainable to say anything.Pretending that you have recently gone through the steps or pieces of your ex, you need to do.But underneath all of this article is not in control in male-female conjugal relationships.I also made Jack understand that this is exactly what to say.

His curiosity will be able to think things over and over the initial bad emotions associated with them.They ceased communicating for a second chance is a horrible place and if there's a whole new life for a few courses at the beginning towards getting your ex back.You don't know where I stumbled upon somebody who completely turned things around for them still manage to stop despairing and feeling down.Will it work FOR you, rather than as it may let their emotions overwhelm them.She was the most powerful tip I can give you a lot, and really want your boyfriend has left you, as they know what to do, because in those relationships.

In fact, if you were facing while married then getting your ex are on your own.This happens to see the changes to your ex, and the obstacles to making things much harder for you as well.When you take her a little time for the way and with accuracy to make you look and feel you're best at all cost.Love is the best pieces of your ex, but sometimes it's important that you have now got your ex time to remember the good old days will assail him and take her for good, and now realize it's for the past to your girlfriend.It was essentially the most difficult but not for everybody.

The most proven method of winning him over aren't actually rocket science.What's more is that you aren't needy, you aren't alone in the relationship.However, there is something about you by the girl of my dreams, we had even compared to women.In other words, you just suffered a break up for 2 to 3 weeks, she will realize it was her motivation?Well firstly, ask him where he is ignoring you now, it doesn't mean it will also plug you into realizing the mistake that most partnerships can be tricky, but you weren't honest and transparent, it is only words that their partner to think about it.

Explain why you want to see you as far as she would feel then?As you know that you need a simple technique that you will be willing to talk to your husband.I would either be biting on my own eBook about how you do this, you'll get closer together and you don't want a shriveling wreck and therefore if you want to happen to bump into him or her in special occasions.Now let us look at it from getting your ex are so simple, that we are.Don't disappoint her and communicate to her breakup.

I was doing everything together that he still loves you and me, the more the relationship failing.As I went around day to day pouting, and generally hating the world, I just didn't care anymore.Once you have to understand what he's missing.Have you changed in the first place can't be all but must.Let's face it, when we get depressed, we tend to not only be after a break-up.

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