#shout out to my best friend who mistakenly called him my boyfriend

[bee-the-whovian]

"I've been told from an outside perspective we seem to be courting. That'd be cool but like, it's a nebulous term anyway, so idk, anyway..."

"We are. In my opinion, at least, we are."

....

"Nice"

"Yee"

"Very cool"

"Very cool indeed"

#I'm hopeless at this #smooth is NOT my middle name #behind those simple words I was dying #shout out to my best friend who mistakenly called him my boyfriend #and when corrected called him my courtier #in such a comedic fashion I had to share and thus sprung forth this #I havent stopped smiling all day #im being courted #pursued #😁😁😁😁 #christian relationship #long distance relationship

[mrsbrookemunson]

/* Misunderstanding /* (2/2) | Remus x Fem!Reader

(Not My Gif)... (And I told you I’d be using the same one for part two... because I like it :))

Song: I Was Listening To Indie Music... That Just Screams Remus, Especially Piano Or Instrumental Stuff.

Prompt: The aftermath of the rumor of Y/N--James sister--liking Sirius.

Genre: Angst to Fluff? 

Warnings: Swearing, LONG--it’s LONG! most definitely typos and grammatical errors--I am so sorry about that as a fellow reader I know that sometimes it can take you out of the story but as a writer... it happens. James being the main character. Super cheesy at some points, and yeah, just read it.

A/N: Did not expect it to be 4,301 words... Unedited.

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/* Misunderstanding /*

“Where’s Y/N?” James asked. 

“Didn’t want to come,” Lily murmured and sat down beside her boyfriend. 

“That’s the third day in a row she hasn’t come to breakfast,” Peter spoke. 

Sirius furrowed his eyebrows. “This is all my fault,” he accused. 

“What else could you have done to make it better?” Lily asked as she looked at him with a sympathetic expression. “She needed to hear it.” 

“Wait, what is this about?” James questioned, not following the conversation between his girlfriend and best friend. 

“Promise you won’t tell?” Lily raised her eyebrows at Peter and James.

“Promise,” they replied at the same time. 

Lily took a deep breath. “Y/N likes Sirius and Sirius had to reject her the other night and that’s why she hasn’t hung out with us in three days,” she blurted, rapidly. 

Peter frowned.

James laughed… loudly.

“Why are you laughing?! Your sister is heartbroken–no offense Sirius.” 

James shook his head. “Because Y/N doesn’t like Sirius!” He prepared himself for the confession. “She likes Remus.” 

“WHAT?!” Peter, Sirius, and Lily shouted. 

Cold glares were shot in their direction. 

James looked at his friends, uncomfortably. “Yeah,” he dragged, taking a bite of his toast. “She told me after I found poems she wrote called ‘The Boy in my Head’, and ‘The Werewolf’. And it’s obvious. What kind of brother would I be if I didn’t know?” His words were muffled from the food in his mouth but they understood. They all gave him looks as if to urge him to continue. He took a deep breath. “First of all, Remus gets a boner every time she’s around, and Y/N acts like a young school girl with a crush.” He twirled his hair dramatically and squeaked out a giggle. “Oh, Remus! You are so smart, and kind, you’re my best friend, let’s make out!” he mocked. “Do I need to continue? Merlin… who came up with that conclusion?” 

The group went silent.

“It’s not important. But, if Y/N likes Remus then why is she so upset that Sirius rejected her?” Lily asked herself desperately trying to connect the dots until it clicked. “Sirius, what did you say to her?!” 

James and Peter snapped their heads towards Sirius who wore a sheepish expression.

“I–I don’t quite remember to be honest,” he lied. 

The stares of his friends got more and more intense. 

“Fine!” he bursted. “Okay, maybe I didn’t specifically say ‘I don’t like you’, but Lily was so sure it was me, I didn’t think it was necessary. And yes, maybe my words–mistakenly–labeled Remus as not liking Y/N and instead another girl in our year.” 

James turned to Lily, “You were the one that thought Y/N liked Sirius?”

“I don’t know! I wanted to know who Y/N liked, so I tried to figure it out on my own.” She looked back on the signs she found to lead towards such a conclusion. “It just doesn’t make sense I mean when Y/N spoke to Sirius that night she looked so happy.”

“What were you guys talking about?” James questioned.

Siris and Lily glanced at each other. “Remus,” they muttered, incoherently 

James clicked his tongue, “There you go.” 

Peter hummed in amusement. “And now, Y/N thinks Remus doesn’t want her at all, nice going Lily,” he snickered.

James' smile faltered. “And Remus doesn’t know,” he realized. “If Remus found out about this he’d—” 

“Find out about what?” Remus dropped his bag, it landed on the ground with a thud. “I’m sorry I’m late.” His eyes scanned the area. “No Y/N still?” He couldn’t contain his worry. “She isn’t sick, right?” he asked Lily. 

“No,” Lily answered, awkwardly. 

“That’s good.” He sat down in between Peter and Sirius. “So… find out about what?” 

Sirius gulped.

Remus looked at each of his friends in question, “James, you said ‘if Remus found out about this he’d–’, what?” 

“Probably wouldn’t be happy.” James tried to lighten the mood with a reassuring smile. 

Remus glimpsed at Sirius who avoided his eye contact, “Does this have to do with Y/N’s absence?”  

“I mean–maybe?” James shrugged.

“Is she okay?” Remus’s eyes filled with concern. 

“Depends on how you look at it.” 

Lily slapped James in the stomach when the words slipped out of his mouth. 

Remus stood up abruptly. “I knew I should have checked in on her,” he scolded himself. He gathered his stuff.

“Wait, wait, slow down,” James eased.

Remus set down his bag on the table, ready to go, “What?” 

“She doesn’t want to see you right now,” James blurted. 

Remus gave him a look of shock. “Why not? I haven’t done anything wrong, have I?” He tried to search for an answer on his friends faces and found looks of guilt. “Have I?” he repeated. 

“No, not exactly,” James assured, weakly.

“Oh, bloody Hell! Lily started a rumor that Y/N likes Sirius, which then made Sirius reject her in a way that made it seem like the one she actually likes, which is you, likes someone else,” Peter rushed with a proud smile. “See? Was that so hard?” 

Remus froze. “I’m sorry… what?!” His face presented pure horror. 

Lily let out a cry, “Ugh! It’s all my fault!” 

The boys minus Remus let out incoherent mumbles in slight agreement.

“Y/N wouldn’t tell me who she likes, all she mentioned was that he was a good friend and that he keeps giving her mixed signals so she doesn’t know if he likes her back. And then later I saw her–when you weren’t there–giggling with that same smile she’s been wearing for months. I didn’t know that it was because Sirius was talking about you!” She sighs in defeat. “So, Sirius rejected her, but never officially said he was the one that didn’t like her.” 

“Let’s not forget to mention that now she thinks you like someone else,” Peter chimed in, leaning closer to Remus. 

Remus didn’t say a word. It took a moment for everything to settle and when it did, it still left him confused. “So, what are you saying?” he asked.

“Y/N likes you!” everyone shouted at him.

Once again, people sent the group dirty looks.

Remus, slumped, sat back down on the bench. “This isn’t a joke, right? Because if it is, it isn’t funny.” 

“It’s not.” Sirius shook his head. “I kind of wish it was… I didn’t mean for this to happen.” 

“If I was just patient with her she wouldn’t be locked up right now, crying.” Lily pouted at the thought. “Or, I should’ve spoken to her. I thought giving her some space would be the right thing to do, but maybe if I said ‘Sirius is dumb’ we would’ve figured this out way sooner.” 

She ignored Sirius’s hurt expression. 

“You guys are missing the point!” James grins, widely. “Now, Remus can actually do something about his Y/N problem.”

“I never said I liked her,” Remus remarks.

James opens his mouth to reply, but no words formed. “That wasn’t the problem I was referring to, but… are we still in this ‘I don’t like her because I’m scared I’ll hurt her’ stage? I thought we passed this…” 

“We have–I mean haven’t–I mean–there was never a stage!” Remus laughs, nervously.

“Remus, Y/N has told me herself that she likes you, and though you won’t admit it, I know you like her,” James calmly confesses. “I also took a peek in your journal.” 

“What?!” 

“Yeah, interesting stuff in there. You know…” James adjusts in his seat. “If you really want my sister–if you want my sister to believe that you’re hers and she’s yours… use it,” he advised. 

Remus gets up. “I-I need to think for a while.” He grabbed his bag, holding it by the strap, tightly. “Just—” He cuts himself off with a shaky breath. “Give me some time.” 

He walked away as they watched intently until he disappeared around a corner.

Remus got to the common room. 

“Remus!” 

He looked up from the floor to meet the owner of the voice that spoke his name. “Y/N.” 

She avoided his eye contact, “Shouldn’t you be at breakfast?” 

He let out an empty laugh, “I should be asking you the same thing.” 

Y/N gulped. “There’s no one else that’s in our year here, just me,” she informed. 

Remus was taken aback by the off topic comment. “You say that like I was looking for someone,” he responded. 

“Are you not?” 

“I–no? I–um–are you okay?” 

“What?” Y/N choked. “Of course I am!” 

“It’s just… you aren’t making eye contact with me like you usually do.” He didn’t mean to sound so disappointed, but he was. In himself. He should just say it, why can’t he say it? “You don’t have to tell me. It’s none of my business anyways,” he paused. “But, I do hope that when you’ll feel better you’ll come back to the group. We miss you…” He nods, exaggerated, yet slow. 

“I miss you guys too…” 

Remus stumbled a step towards her. “Y/N I—” 

“I have a little cold is all.” 

He knew that was a lie, considering Lily told him the opposite earlier. 

“Might have to miss the Hogsmeade trip tomorrow, but I’m sure you’ll find someone to take my place for our weekly book hunting,” she adds. 

“No one can—”

Y/N gasped as if she remembered something. “That reminds me! I’ll be right back.” 

“Wait I—” 

“I just need to grab something, it won’t take more than five minutes.” She ran up the stairs before Remus could stop her.

A small groan passed his lips. His hands rubbed his eyes and pushed their way, roughly, through his hair. Now he understood why it took so long for his friends to admit the mistake they made. It’s Y/N, how difficult should telling her be? Easier said than done. 

“I’m back.” She walked confidently to him. It was abnormal if you considered the circumstances. “Here.” She held out a piece of paper filled with neat writing. “It’s my list of books I want to read, maybe you could find them for me?” Her voice contained so much hope that it took Remus out of reality for a second. 

Remus was about to take the list but she pulled it back.

“What am I saying? You’ll probably be too busy to even go to the bookshop,” she laughed, pinching the bridge of her nose. She pulled her hand away. “Next weekend. I’ll most likely be feeling better and I’ll go with you guys.” 

Remus bit his tongue. He wanted to argue, he wanted to force her to say it first. It made him sick thinking about it. How much of a coward he was that he’d practically beg her to admit her feelings so he could tell her his without the doubt. He didn’t doubt his love for her, but he did doubt if he was worth her love.

He swallowed back his pleads. “Promise?” 

She smiled, warmly and for the first time in three days her eyes met his. 

Warmth filled his body at the sight. 

“Promise,” she whispered.

His hand slipped down to gently take the piece of paper between his index and middle finger. “I’ll do my best to find every single one.” He did a quick scan of the titles. It stops on one specifically. “Hm.” 

“What?” She tilted her head. “Something on there that caught your attention?” 

“There’s a book about werewolves on here.” He looked at her. “Why are you learning more about them?” 

“Because… you’re one. It’s like how you’re learning more about astronomy… I wanted to learn more about who you are, so one day I’ll be able to help like Sirius, Peter, and James do.” She bit her lip. Cautiously she said, “Maybe I can become an animagus like them too!” 

He blinked a couple of times, processing. “No,” he protested. “You’ll–you’ll get hurt. I’ll hurt you.” 

“That’s why I’m reading about werewolves, so I won’t get hurt,” she counterpointed. “And besides, even if I do. I know it’s not you, the one I’m seeing right here, hurting me.” 

“That’s exactly it!” He folded the paper and stuck it into his back pocket. “It’s not me in the moment, but it’s still me. I am still inside that monster and if it hurts you…” 

“You’ll what? Blame yourself?” 

He didn’t answer.

“Why?” 

He sniffled with a shrug. “Because—” 

“But, it’s not you, you forget everything about your life when you transform. You can’t control it. Why would you blame yourself?” 

“I don’t think you understand…” 

“No, I don’t. But, I want to, and the only way I’ll be able to understand is if I allow myself–if you allow me to be a part of the darker sides of your life. Starting with the basics.” She sent him a kind smile. “And if I have anymore say in this; I wouldn’t blame you, I would never blame you for anything, whether it makes either of us happy or sad, because I know you, Remus, and you deserve anything and everything that makes you happy.” 

His eyes were lined with tears that he struggled to push back, “You really believe that?” 

“I do. With every bone, and fiber in my body, and with all my heart. You deserve the whole world, and all of its beauty.” 

“What about you?” 

“What about me?”

“You also deserve the world, the universe even.” 

Y/N shook her head, “I already have it, though that doesn’t mean I deserve it.” 

Remus furrowed his eyebrows. “What do—” 

“Excuse me,” someone interrupted. “Don’t mean to intrude, I just need my wand.” She points to it laying on the table near the pair. “I left it here… silly me.” The girl joking hit her forehead. 

Remus turned away from Y/N to give their fellow classmate a grin. “We all have those days.”  He walked over and grabbed it for the girl who seemed in awe of the gesture. “Here.” He handed it out for her.

“Thank you.” She took it. “I swear one of these days I’ll remember to put my wand in my pocket instead of setting it down wherever.” 

Remus laughed, “At least you haven’t snapped your wand by sitting on it by accident.” 

She raised an eyebrow in question. “Yeah, can’t say I’ve done that before.” 

“You’re in our year, right?” Remus asked.

“Yeah!” she answered, excitedly. “I’m Ruth.” She raised her hand for him to shake it.

“Remus.” He accepted the handshake. “And this is…” His voice dragged when he finally saw Y/N wasn’t there anymore. Where did she go?

“Oh, she left.”

Why would she leave? His mind brought him back to breakfast, “Let’s not forget to mention that now she thinks you like someone else”. He looked at Ruth with a newfound realization. “In which direction?” 

She pointed behind her to where the entrance/exit of the common room is.

“It was great to meet you, but I have to go.” He walked away but was stopped by her. 

“You’re going on the Hogsmeade trip tomorrow, right?” 

Remus seemed to be deciding something at that moment. He didn’t answer right away. “Maybe.” 

“Maybe?”

“Maybe.”

Her posture straightened, “Okay… well if you do go, maybe we can—and there he goes.” 

Remus rushed to leave the common room.

“Moony!” Sirius called out. “There you are, we have class, and James and I thought about—” 

“Where’s the map?” Remus asked, quickly.

“The map? Why do you need it?” James, despite his unanswered questions, began to pull it out.

“Because, I think I made it worse.”

Ruth appeared and walked by the group. “Hey Ruth.” Sirius waved. “You’re going to Hogsmeade tomorrow, right?” he asked her.

Everyone looked at the two then back at Remus who seemed distracted by the map. 

Ruth glanced at Remus. “Maybe,” she mimicked his answer. 

Sirius noticed the way she didn’t look at him and looked back. He ignored it and turned to her. “Well, maybe we can go together?” 

“Uh–I’m not interested,” she rejected, awkwardly and glimpsed at Remus before walking away. 

Sirius sighed. “She wasn’t worth it anyways, besides there’s this guy in potions who definitely smelt me when we learnt how to make love potions.” 

“Do you ever take a break?” Marlene, who joined the group, asked, annoyed. 

“She’s not on here,” Remus mumbled. “Do you see Y/N on here?” 

They all looked. 

“She doesn’t look to be,” James observed.

“That’s impossible,” Peter commented.

“The map never lies,” Sirius responded. 

“Then where is she?” Lily asked, now worried. 

Remus stiffened. “Where’s the one place that’s not on the map?” 

“The Forb—” 

“Aren’t you supposed to be in class?” Filch’s voice squeaked.

“We’re going now.” James flashed a smile and waved the old man off. “We’ll look for her later, okay?” He placed a comforting hand on Remus’s shoulder. “I’m sure she’ll be fine.” 

Remus lowered the map with a huff. 

“Yeah.” He shut his eyes tightly. He looked at the group with a thin lipped smile. “I’m not worried… I’m not.” He exhaled, his smile getting bigger. “Let’s get to class, yeah?” 

Remus casually strolled in the direction of the classroom. 

“How do you think this will end?” Peter asked.

“Aren’t you worried about your sister, James?” Lily questioned. 

James' assuring act dropped, “Absolutely. That’s why I’m going to ditch class and go look for her. You guys go with Remus to distract him.” 

“Are you insane?” Lily gave him a look of disbelief. “If you’re going, then I’m going with you.” 

He shook his head, “I think I might know where she is, I don’t need assistance. Just…please, don’t let Remus know.” 

Sirius patted James on the back, “Be careful.” 

“Always am,” James replied before running off. 

Y/N played the dandelions along with the daisies planted into the ground. A small grin plastered on her face. She watched the clouds float on by and breathed in the cool breeze. “You certainly have gained a habit of disappearing on us,” James started, sitting beside her.

“How did you know I was here?” 

“Lucky guess,” he chuckled. “You know, Remus is probably two seconds away from a fit.” 

She sighed, “Why should he care? He seemed pretty busy with the girl he likes.” 

James winced, “Y/N, I think there’s been a misunderstanding…” 

“What do you mean?” She turned her head towards him. 

James hesitated to go further and curled in on himself. 

“What do you mean?” she repeated with more urge. 

“Promise you won’t–I don’t know–do anything crazy?” 

“You know I don’t make promises.” She narrowed her eyes. “Now, tell me!” She whacked him on the arm, playfully. 

“Okay!” he laughed. “Give me a second…” 

“James!” She hit him again. 

“Oh my Merlin! You’re abusive!” 

“You’re changing the subject!” 

“Am not!” 

“Tell me!” 

“Fine! There was a rumor going around–that Lily started–that you liked Sirius, so that night Sirius was rejecting you, not telling you that Remus doesn’t like you.” 

Y/N froze. “Wh-what?” she stammered. 

“And the whole group knows this now, everyone knows you like Remus and Remus likes you!” 

Her jaw dropped, “But, Remus doesn’t like me.” 

“He does.” 

“I’m so confused.” She pressed the palm of her hands into her eyes. “But—” 

“No! He likes you Y/N, he’s just too introverted to say anything, and… terrified.” 

She furrowed her brows, “Of what?” 

“Of—” 

“Hurting me,” she finished in a whisper.

“Yeah,” he said.

“Yeah…” She thought back to Remus and her conversation from earlier before Ruth interrupted. “So, that’s why he was so…” she cut herself off. “Ugh, I’m so stupid!” 

“No, you’re not–well you kind of are–you both are.” 

Y/N stood up. “I have to go find him, and talk to him, sort out this huge, awful—” 

“Misunderstanding?” James guessed.

“Misunderstanding!” she screamed, exasperated. “But… Do I deserve him?”

“You’re really deciding to question this now? Right when you’re about to have him? 

“Yes, yes I am.” She plopped back down onto her knees. “I mean I saw how he and Ruth interacted so easily, and she’s so beautiful, and I can tell she liked him, and it makes me think, what makes me so special?” 

“Don’t ask me this,” James paused. “Ask him this. He’ll have these answers.” He snorted. “I’m just your brother.” 

Y/N nodded. “You are… you are my brother, and as cheesy as this sounds, I’m lucky that you were the one to be placed in that role.” 

“I’ll take it as a compliment.” 

She hugged him, “You’re going to bring this up whenever you get the chance, aren’t you?” 

He hugged back, “Yep.” 

James walked into the common room and it felt as if all eyes were on him. Because they were. 

“Did you find her?!” Remus asked and stormed up to him.

James looked at the group in annoyance, “I’m guessing he found out.” 

“We tried,” Sirius claimed. “We really did, but you do realize you asked us to outsmart the smartest person of our group?” 

“Fair point,” James agreed. “And, yes, I did find her.” 

Remus sighed in relief, “Then where is she?” 

“Astronomy Tower,” he answered. 

Remus wasted no time and left. 

James' head followed the movement until he was gone. “Y/N’s gonna hate that I told him that, but oh well. It needs to be done.” 

“What do you mean?” Sirius asked.

“I told her everything, and she’s planning out this whole romantic gesture—” James fake gagged, “—I think they need to just stop messing around and confess, don’t you?” 

The group mumbled ‘yes’. 

“And to answer your question, Peter, I think this is going to end happily ever after.”

Remus jogged up the steps of the Astronomy Tower and saw Y/N perched at the edge of the balcony. “Hey,” he strained.

She jolted at the abrupt sound and looked back at him. “Oh! Hey!” She scrambled to get up. “Uh–how did you know I was up here?” 

He jutted his thumb back, “James told me.” 

She scoffed, “Of course he did.” 

Neither of them move to get closer to one another, an awkward distance between them. 

“Look—” they both stopped when they started talking at once.

“You go first.” Remus smiled politely.

Y/N swallowed back her nervousness. “I think–I think there’s been some misunderstandings here.” 

Remus’s expression faltered, “Yeah, I–I agree.” 

Did she not like him after all?

“The rumor about me liking Sirius is completely false.” 

“Oh, well that’s a relief.” 

“Yeah, and–um–you see...” She scratched the back of her head. “When Sirius rejected me, I thought he was talking about you and I…” 

“I don’t like anyone, Y/N,” Remus confirmed.  

“You don’t like anyone?’” Y/N’s heart pounded against her chest to the point where it physically hurt. 

“No! I–I don’t like anyone that’s—” 

“That’s what?” Her voice dropped in volume, all confidence gone.

“That’s not you.” Remus’s head dropped, and hung low. He stared at the floor, too scared to seek her reaction.

It was barely audible and perhaps Y/N heard it wrong. She didn’t dare to command a repeat.

“Why?” 

He looked at her with pure confusion. “Because it’s you! It’s always been you. You’re the only one who actually listens to my book rants, who listens to me, and who actually voices—” 

“That you deserve all of the world's beauty.” 

“Yes!” he cried, a few steps closer to her now. “And you’re so real. You’re real to the point where I can’t tell if you’re a dream because you fees too surreal. And it feels like I’ve lived this moment a million times in my head, and when I go to sleep. It’s all I ever write about. And if you are a dream, then I better not ever wake up.” 

“What if everything you wanted was on the other side?” 

Remus positioned himself right in front of her, a hairbreadth away. “You’re everything I want.” 

Y/N met his eyes that were as warm as honey, “You’re my world, doesn’t mean I deserve it.” 

Remus’s fingertips traced up her arm, “How is it possible that we see each other in such different ways than we see ourselves?” 

Y/N shivered. “You’re blind, and I have perfect vision.” She tried to joke, but it didn’t come out humorous.

Remus clicked his tongue, “I think it’s the opposite, I’m always the one having to read to you because you can’t read the words clearly.” 

“It's not my fault that I’m stuck with the Potter curse of bad eyesight.” 

He laughed, a laugh that filled Y/N with joy.

“You worried me today, I couldn’t find you.” 

“I didn’t want to be found.” 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“About what?” 

“For giving you mixed feelings.” He laced his fingers with hers. “For ever letting you believe I don’t love you.” 

Love?

“I-I mean like you, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean–well I do mean it, but I understand if it’s too fast, we haven’t–I haven’t—” 

“Remus!” she stopped his ramble. 

She lifted up her hand and pushed back a piece of his hair that had fallen out of place. She was memorized by it, the feeling, the softness of it. And how damn beautiful he was. “I love you too,” she admitted, quietly. 

“You do?” 

“How could I not?” 

“I can think of a few things.” 

“Impossible…” 

Remus bit his tongue to hold them in, and instead blurted, “Can I kiss you?” 

Y/N’s heart fluttered. He’s asking her to kiss her, because he wants to. He wants her.  (I’m sorry I love the idea of a guy asking if he wants to kiss me instead of just doing it.)

“Only if you mean it,” she responded.

“How could I not?” 

She closed her eyes. “I can think of a few things.” 

He shook his head, mockingly. “Impossible.”

With that he gently pressed his lips onto hers. There was no roughness, or aggression, or desperation. They had all the time in the world for that. Remus wanted to take his time to take in how she tasted, memorize the feeling, the friction that grew, and especially the feeling that her hands left when they ran through his hair or the pads of her fingers brushing his face or neck, her delicate touch. He convinced himself at that moment to believe that if Y/N was telling the truth, that he did deserve everything the world had to offer, she had to be the beauty of it all. Because to him she is. And he convinced himself to believe at that moment he was in a dream, or dead and went to heaven.

And when they pulled apart, out of breath, he was pleased to not have woken up this time.

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I’m Still Hurting (F!Reader/M!Orc)

Pairings: Fem!Reader/Male!Orc

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Angst

Warnings: (Almost) Infidelity

Word Count: 3376 words

Summary: Your boyfriend does something he’d never thought he’d do, and you’re left to try and pick up the pieces.

Request: can I make a request? About an angst story between an m!orc and f!human. I like the idea of like maybe the orc sorta misses being with other orc women or like she can't fulfill his needs and she hears this. I like the idea of almost infidelity

A/N: Surprise bitches! I’m alive! And back with some delicious angst for y’all!! I really loved doing this request, as I don’t often write full on angst. I am also working on a fluffy request  at the moment, if some of you would like some nice comfort after this haha. Hope y’all enjoy!

Honey ❤️: Babe

Honey ❤️: Babe please answer the phone I need to talk to you

Honey ❤️: I know you’re angry, you should be angry, but please talk to me

Honey ❤️: Baby please

“____? Is that my phone?” Brynn yells from the kitchen, already mixing another cocktail for you to down. Her bright red horns peek over the living room divider, bouncing back as she grabs the alcohol from the fridge. Still looking at your bright screen, you don’t even have the energy to respond.

“____?” You throw your phone away as she peaks her head over, giving her a shameful look. Brynn furrows her brow, pulling away from the kitchen island and putting one hand on her hip. “Was that him?” With your eyes darting back and forth from the pillow you shoved your phone under and Brynn’s face, you nod.

“Y-yeah, it was him.”

Brynn sighs, fiddling with her hands.

“Listen, I don’t want to tell you what to do, especially not tonight, but I just think-”

“No, no, it’s alright. You’re right, you’re right.” A jolt hits you as your phone vibrates, the vibrations rumbling through the fabric and stabbing right into your stomach. You force yourself to look away, fiddling with your fingers. Brynn shoots you a pitiful look, you’re sure of it, even as your efuse to meet her gaze. “I shouldn’t talk to him tonight. Not right now, not when I’m like….this.” A slow, tired breath escapes you. “I’ll make him wait, just like he did.”

The coach cushion bends as Brynn sits next to you, rubbing your shoulder as she leans in for a side each. You accept it, your body like a deadweight as you let yourself go slack in her arms.

“Do you want anything? Chocolate, maybe a movie? I’ve got some leftover cheesecake?”

“A movie sounds nice.” You murmur, nodding against her chest. Brynn hums, her tail coming up and massaging your lower back as she kisses you on the forward.

“Of course, your choice. Do you want me to get your drink?”

You nod once more, letting Brynn untangle herself from the hug and laying back on the couch, grabbing the comfiest blanket and the remote. You quickly flick through you and Brynn’s ‘most watched’ section on Netflix. You need something new tonight, something to get your mind off.

All your regular comfort movies are romances, after all.

By the time Brynn comes back, a rum and coke and a carton of ice cream in hand, you’re already snuggled into a blanket burrito. She hands you a spoon and the glass, which you wordlessly accept. She sits down and throws a hand over your shoulder, trying her best to massage the left over tension in your neck. You sink into the feeling, pressing on your movie of choice.

“Mad Max: Fury Road, huh? I’ve heard this movie’s great.”

“Yeah,” you whisper, “It is.”

And chocked full of shitty men getting what they deserve.

As the opening title plays, the deep voice of Tom Hardy kicking the movie off, you snuggle into Brynn’s side. Your phone buzzes again, but it’s drowned out by screaming men and loud engines. Just how you like it.

Honey ❤️: Could you call me in the morning?

Honey ❤️: I’ll leave you alone for the night, I’m sorry

Honey ❤️: I love you

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Waruck sighs, his fingers shaking as another small ‘message delivered’ shows up on his screen. No response, just like the last 15 texts. He finds himself typing out another anyway.

I love you so fucking much

It reads, but is quickly deleted. Waruck clicks off his phone, but it stays in his hand, taunting him. The black mirror shows a sad, pathetic boyfriend, getting the silent treatment.

He falls back onto his bed, exhausted from a day of doing nothing. Nothing but worrying and feeling guilty, with the occasional flicking through TV channels and texting his girlfriend.

It’s getting late, his bedside clock cutting through the dark of his room to remind him he’s been up for almost 16 hours now. Waruck slides a hand through his hair and gets up. He’s going to have to camp out in front of the TV, because he knows he won’t be able to sleep tonight.

Not after what he did.

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He had gone out with friends. Friends from highschool who he still occasionally chatted with, friends he didn’t even really like anymore. But the past two weeks had him feeling oddly...nostalgic, like something was out of place. So when his buddy Simon had invited him to the bar, he had eagerly accepted.

He remembers grabbing his coat, you sending him a text to have fun, and him not replying. He didn’t know why he didn’t respond, he still doesn’t. The two of you had been going strong for almost 8 months now, with only the occasional hiccup that most couples have. So why didn’t he respond? What made him casually throw your sweet remark to the side like that?

Waruck shakes his head, trying to focus on the movie in front of him. Now isn’t the time to get existential over tiny shit like that, not with how the rest of the night went.

When he met up with the group, Waruck immediately knew that tonight was going to be different. His current group of friends are quite different, less rowdy, than his old posse. At only 10 PM, three of the guys we’re already halfway drunk, saving a spot in line from him outside the noisy bar. The electronic music that thrummed through the concrete and out onto the street reminded him of how much time has passed, how different his usual party-scene is now, and he revels in that feeling of former good-times.

Simon greets him with a hug, the guys shouting his name as he joins them. From the corner of his eye, he sees a gaggle of girls giggling.

And that's where it started.

An orc woman, dressed in a beautiful black dress, winks as she passes him at the bar. Simon nudges his side as Waruck takes a drink.

“Dude, that chick is totally sending you the look”

Waruck furrows his brow, stirring his drink.

“What’s ‘the look’?” He says, taking another sip of his scotch.

Simon rolls his eyes. “The ‘come hit on me’ look dude! That’s the sign you need to go for it!”

“I have a girlfriend, Simon.”

Simon scoffs, throwing his hand out dramatically. “What, that human chick?”

Waruck has half of mind to set down his drink and ask Simon what he means with that sarcastic tone of voice. It pisses him off, but he says nothing, just rolls his eyes.

“No offense, bro, she looks cute and all. But is she really worth missing out on some great ass?”

Waruck grimaces and shoots Simon a dirty look. “Jesus, Simon, are you serious?”

“I’m serious! When was the last time you had fun, y’know? Everyone knows an orc chick can throw down, wild-style.” Simon nudges him in his side, playfully, but it only serves to make Waruck more annoyed. “C’mon, you seriously don’t miss it?”

Waruck should tell him a firm ‘No’, finish his drink, and leave. He should call a cab and go home, call you and rant about his gross misogynistic friend from high school.

But he doesn’t.

The part of him, the part of him that feels slightly off, wonders if this is it. It had been a long time since he had been with another orc. You were a great girlfriend, but so different from in so many ways. Is that it?

Maybe relieving the old days will satisfy whatever longing he has, and then it will leave forever. Would that be so bad, to let loose for one night?

Waruck feels a tap on his shoulder, and turns to see the orc girl from earlier; The one who sent him ‘the look’.

“Hey handsome, can I buy you a drink?”

Between the boosted bass of the music and the orc woman pressing up against him, Waruck doesn’t notice Simon slip away, giving him a pat on the back.

Leave, say no, tell her she’s got the wrong guy, you fucking idiot. His consciousness yells.

“U-uh, sure.” He stutters.

She introduces herself as Naz and says she noticed him the minute he walked in.

“Hard not to notice the best-dressed guy in the room.” She flirts, pressing herself closer and up against him.

He has a thousand little moments like that, to say something; To pull back and apologize, but he doesn’t.

Instead, he slips into a corner booth with her, purposely ignoring the texts you send to check up on him. You had remembered that he wasn’t sure how much fun this night would be, and routinely checked in if he needed a convenient excuse to leave early. You’re sweet like that.

Naz is sweet too. She's a great conversationalist, with a good head on her shoulders and an interesting career in zoology. Waruck could see the two of you being good friends.

Is that why she seems so alluring? Because she’s so similar to you? Waruck’s mind does mental gymnastics to try and justify his hesitance, his compliance in believing that maybe she has something different after all, even though he knows that isn’t true.

The two of them talk for a solid hour and a half, Naz slowly inching herself closer and putting a hand on his knee. His body screams in resistance, his stomach tying up into knots, but he doesn’t push her away.

“So, I’ve got a room not too far from here. What do you say we go make ourselves a bit more comfortable?”

This is his final chance to find an excuse and say goodnight. To run back home and forget this ever happened. But the words are caught in his throat and he’s further silenced by the nearby whooping of his asshole friends.

“Yeah, Waruck! Get some!”

Naz chuckles and mistakenly reads his seething anger at himself with embarrassment for his friends. She leans in, grabbing his jaw, and whispers.

“Let's give them a show, huh?” Then, she kisses him.

The noises of the bar, his friends, and Naz all drown away as her lips mold into his. Waruck’s body goes rigid, terrified as time seems to freeze as he kisses someone who is not his girlfriend.

But all of that stops when your ringtone begins to blast in his pocket. It should be near silent when compared to the pounding bar music, but that familiar jingle seems to cut deep into his skin and skewer his heart. Waruck pulls away with a quick jerk, Naz almost falling over as he pushes himself into his seat and away from her body-heat. Every nerve is a light with tension as he quickly pulls out his phone.

There on the screen is a picture of you, your contact name, “Sweetie❤️”, shining through the dimmed light of that bar. Waruck breathes heavily, feeling like he’s just run an emotional marathon, stuck in his own head until Naz slides away from him.

“Wait, hold on, do you have a girlfriend?”

Waruck looks at her, then looks at his still-ringing phone, then back to Naz. He nods.

Naz's face curls up into obvious disgust, quickly directing her body to be as far away from him as possible. “Fucking hell, dude. What the fuck?” She grabs her handbag and stomps out of the booth, not before throwing her drink in his face and telling him to go to hell.

He almost watches her move across the bar, most likely to go complain to her friends about the asshole she just wasted the last 2 hours chatting up, but all he can focus on is your picture on his phone.

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Waruck practically runs out of the bar, his whole body covered in sweat and his mind racing a mile a minute.

What the hell was wrong with him?

He felt like a 15 year old, goaded into another shitty prank just because he wanted to look cool in front of his friends, buying into their weird bullshit about humans. Was he seriously going to throw away your wonderful relationship over one night, over one urge?

Naz had been strikingly beautiful, in all the ways he was taught an orc like himself should look for. She could probably get any guy in that club tonight, but she wasn’t you. You’re different, but in so many cool, inconsequential, uniquely-you ways.

Waruck doesn’t know how long he walks before he sits down outside a cafe, trying to collect his racing emotions. He feels gross, sticky with the kind of sweat you only get after too much alcohol and too many people. The screen of his phone seems to reflect every smudge and finger-print as he swipes it to unlock it, finally getting the courage to read your text messages.

They start off normal, spread out over several hours. The occasional “How are the guys?” and “Hope you are having fun! Just let me know when you get home safe.” before dropping off into nothing. Right up until 20 minutes ago, where you send a short and curt text that has his heart dropping to his stomach.

Sweetie❤️: Can you call me right now?

Sweetie❤️: Waruck, I need to talk to you

Sweetie❤️: Are you still at the bar?

After that is a notification of your missed call from earlier and Waruck can’t help but feel  guilt stir in his gut.

It could be nothing, something unrelated to what he almost did tonight. But the notification he gets from his Instagram says otherwise. It says a mutual of his tagged him in a photo 30 minutes ago.

Waruck feels like vomiting when he opens up Simon’s story and sees a shaky picture of Naz, draped over him in the corner booth, with him looking all too happy to have her there. The caption reads

“At least someone’s getting lucky tonight 🤣🤣 #BoysNight20XX”

But what comes next is even worse; An even blurrier photo of Naz kissing him, both of their eyes closed as she almost sits in his lap.

Waruck can’t even look at the caption, quickly exiting out of the app and calling you.

He needs to explain himself.

But what will he say?

The phone rings, rings, rings….

Waruck waits with bated breath, thinking you’re going to let it go to voicemail, but you answer. There is no cheerful “Hi Babe” or even a tired and drawn-out “Hey.” Instead all Waruck hears is a shaky sigh, waiting for an explanation.

The words stay caught in Warucks throat, trying to find a way to maneuver and swing around to a solid excuse, a lie he hopes you won’t catch.

But he can’t, he can’t. Not to you.

So you make it easy for him, like you always do, and start the conversation off instead.

“Were you flirting with that girl?”

Waruck’s mind doesn’t give him a choice, the truth already spilling out like a tidal wave.

“Yes.”

Waruck hears you suck in a breath, before you shakily ask once more,

“Did you kiss her? Did you kiss her back?”

“Yes.”

There's 15 seconds of brutal silence as Waruck sits with his confession. In the moment, Waruck feels like he can hear your pounding heartbeat through the receiver.

You hang up.

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You hate the weather outside for two reasons.

One: You had far too much rum last night to enjoy any amount of sunlight. And,

Two: On a terrible morning like this one, it feels unfair that there aren't any dramatic thunder storms.

The bell rings on the cafe door as you walk in, causing you to wince as you pull down your sunglasses.

Thank god for the low lighting of these cafes.

You rub your brow, eyes scanning the menu above the bar. Some caffeine should do you good, at least with your headache.

But when you spot him, tucked away at a table, tapping his foot, all that aching pain seems to fall to your subconscious. Before you can meet eyes, you look away, forcing yourself to re-read the menu and blink away your tears.

You face the inevitable when you put in your order, turning to walk towards Waruck. He’s locked his gaze into the wood grain of the table, his large body hunched up and small, like he wants to sink into the shadows. He looks like shit, with large bags under his eyes and a nervous tension in his face.

He startles when you pull out a chair, sitting down across from him, but quickly curls back into his ball of shame. He looks so guilty, a small part of you wants to comfort him and tell him it’ll be alright.

You punch away that part of you with a baseball bat.

“Why did you flirt with her?”

Waruck says nothing. He looks at you with his tired eyes, big and racked with guilt.

I don’t know. They whisper.

Your fingers dig into your jeans, anger boiling up and through your nerves.

That’s not a good enough answer.

“Were you,” You suck in a breath, trying to control your volume, “Were you going to sleep with her? If I hadn’t called you, would you have-”

“No!” Waruck nearly shouts, shaking the table as his knees bang against the bottom, but he recoils once he sees the way you flinch. “No, I wasn’t going to.”

Those pesky tears press against your eyelids once more. You can feel your nails digging indents into your thighs.

“I don’t know if  I can believe that.” You whisper, failing to catch the crack in your voice.

Waruck’s brow furrows as he nervously chews his bottom lip. He tries to meet your gaze, but you seem to look right through him.

“I know.” Waruck sighs, bringing his hand up to rub the back of his neck.

There's a tenuous silence; Waruck tries to find the words to fix things  while you focus on the details of the cafe walls, examining every nook and cranny as you try not to sob.

“I-I understand if you don’t trust me. I understand if you hate me, or you want to break up. But please, please know that I love you, and that I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I’ve been kicking myself over flirting with that girl because I love you so fucking much. I-”

You hold up your hand, stopping Waruck in his tracks. He realizes how loud he’s been talking and that people are beginning to stare. He huddles back into his corner, tucking his hands into his lap. You let out a long breath. Waruck takes the risk and looks up.

When his eyes finally meet yours, he realizes just how sad you look. A treacherous tear has begun falling down your cheek, sending a lightning bolt of remorse into Waruck’s chest.

You take in another deep breath, wiping away the tear with the back of your hand. You look at Waruck, exhausted.

“I don’t,”  You falter, but catch yourself, “I don’t want to break up with you. I just don’t know if I’m ready to forgive you yet.”

Waruck nods, fiddling with his fingers.

“Of course, I get it-”

“I’m not done.” Waruck quickly shuts his mouth. “You hurt me, Waruck. Hurt me in a way I don’t think I’ll ever forget. So I need time. Time before I can even see you again without thinking,” You hiccup, but this time you let the wave of emotion hit you, full force.  “Without thinking about that night.”

A lady calls out your order, but neither of you makes a move. You sit in each other's presence, trying to wrap yourselves around the mess of emotions, trying to read the others mind without seeming too obvious.

You both sit here, in the presence of something that's been broken, damaged in a way that’s cut the heart of your chest and slams them on the table. There’s a crack that runs down between you two, inching open more and more with each breath.

But somehow, somehow, you both think you have a chance of fixing it.

#my writing #reader insert #monster x reader #female reader #monster romance #orc x reader #angst #orc

[coffeecomicsgalore]

25 Days of Adrien (+6 of Marinette)

The class makes stockings during a class event.

Ao3

Chapter 9 – Stockings

Marinette fumbled through her room, collecting all the materials needed for today. Back in November, Mlle. Bustier had asked Marinette if she would organize a stocking making event for their class, allowing the students to create special stockings for the classroom. Best of all, it would all be covered under the school budget as a team building exercise.  

Of course, Marinette being Marinette, couldn’t say no. She created a form to ask all her classmates what their favorite colors and designs were so she could prepare. Once she received the stipend and forms, she got to work.  

She asked Adrien and Alya for help with the cutting and pinning of the stockings, being careful and mindful of the designs she had in mind. They happily volunteered without hesitation.  

She had two boxes that were packed the night before – one of the premade stockings and the other with glue, glue guns, and decorations for the students to use.  

She continued to grab any last-minute items that crossed her mind, brushing her hair and teeth in between it all. She was so focused that she didn’t hear the hatch open allowing two smirking friends to watch her in her chaos.

Adrien winked at Alya before shouting to Marinette, “I thought you were all ready?”

Marinette let out a high-pitched squeak and jumped back two steps, dropping the hair brush and toothbrush in the process. Laughter from the two intruding friends filled the room.

Marinette quickly recovered, only to cross her arms and pout at them in haste. “Rude.” A pink blush ran across her cheeks.

This only added to the laughter. Adrien walked up and hugged Marinette to get her to come around. When she didn’t, he kissed her forehead before apologizing for the scare.

She finally gave in and kissed him good morning. “Morning Alya.” She said with a pouty smirk.

“Morning girl. Is everything ready to head to school?”

She glanced at the boxes, mentally marking off the rest of her list. “Yup. Everything is in the boxes and ready to go.”

Alya and Adrien grabbed the two boxes, the latter grabbing the heavier box. As they walked through the bakery, Marinette grabbed the box of treats she set aside for the class. It wouldn’t be a Marinette event if there weren’t treats from her parents’ bakery. When they were assured nothing was missing and everything was where it needed to be, they walked their way to school.

-----xoxox-----

The class was buzzing over the excitement of the project. After speaking with Mlle. Bussier, It was determined that it would be best to get it out of the way at the start of the day to allow the project to finish drying. There may be parts that needed to be sewn in, and she didn’t want to ruin the placement on the way home.

After the morning routine of roll call, passing in homework, and hearing of any immediate announcements, Marinette was called to pass out the stockings.

She placed the box of supplies on the desk, placing everything in piles for students to grab after they grabbed their stocking.  

Marinette then grabbed the box of stockings and placed it on her desk, slowly calling each classmate up one by one. Each student oohed and awed at their personalized stocking, thanking the designer profusely before grabbing some supplies.

The class soon filled with laughter and conversations and everyone worked meticulously on their stockings. Kim ended up gluing his hands together at one point, while Rose mistakenly dropped a small container of pink glitter.

Adrien turned around, patiently waiting for his stocking. She smirked while staring in the box, teasing him a bit.

“Oh no,” Marinette gasped and placed a hand to her mouth, “I forgot your stocking, Adrien!”

Adrien’s smile dropped, really believing Marinette had forgotten the stocking in her chaos this morning.  

This only gave way to Marinette giggling in his direction and grabbing the stocking from the box. “You think I would ever forget you, sunshine?” She hands him the stocking.

“I would never think you would, but for a second I thought that I distracted you enough this morning to forget.”

She gave him a teasing stare. “Which is precisely why I made you sweat.”  

He stuck his tongue out at her before looking at the stocking. He stopped and stared, noticing something particularly special about this stocking. It was a black stocking, with green stitching along the sides. She embroidered his name into the collar in blues and greens. She dotted the “i” with a Ladybug emblem. On the stocking itself, she placed two little kittens wearing Santa hats. Even though he wrote on the form what he wanted, she added the kittens as a surprise.

“Marinette! These are paw-sitively adorable!” He beamed.

Marinette smiled while internally processing what he said. Since being with Adrien, there were many moments where the lines blurred between her boyfriend and her best friend. She questioned if Adrien could be Chat Noir just from the puns alone. She knew Chat had a rough home life, just like Adrien. They were both blond, green eyes... no. No. She wouldn’t spiral and think about this.

Especially not right now. Not at school.

Since becoming the guardian three years ago, she wanted to know who her partner was. Tikki and Wayzz had encouraged her to do it. They said it would further strengthen the bond they had formed. But her fear overtook the rational of revealing themselves and she decided she just wasn’t ready. Chat, being the amazing partner that he was, understood and never pushed the subject. He would just wait and fight alongside her until the end.

For the next hour, the students worked on their stockings, only prompting help from Marinette every so often. She completed her stocking at home during the creation process, allowing Marinette to be available for help and cleanup.  

As the classmates finished their designs, they placed the finished stockings on the empty table in the back to dry before grabbing a pastry for a job well done.

Marinette walked over to the table to see the stockings. It seemed that everyone worked with easy supplies that Marinette didn’t need to bring any home to sew. She mentally thanked everyone for that.

She smiled at the handiwork. Everyone put their personalities into their stockings. Each one was colorful and heavily decorated with pins, glitter, and ribbons.  

Adrien noticed the fondness in his girlfriend’s eyes. He grabbed a pastry from the box, and walked over to her. He kissed her on the temple as he handed her the pastry. “Everyone did great. You’re amazing for getting this all together.” He leaned down to her ear to whisper. “But I think mine wins the cutest design. I love the little kittens on my stocking. Thank you.”

She kissed his cheek. “Your fascination with kitties is cute. Santa kitties are even cuter.”

“Does that make me the cutest?”

“Maybe...” Marinette smirks before walking away.

He scoffed at the lack of acknowledgement as he watched her walk away. “Rude!”

#mlholidays2k19 #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #ml fanfic #christmas fluff #miraculous ladybug

[amnachil]

The College Society Chapter 2 Part 2

And the next part is here !

Liam Sunday December 3

"You're free handsome, you can leave."

These words were sweet to his hear. After several hours serving customer, Judy finally let him go. (Of course Liam was glad to be serving and not taking care of the dishes anymore, but he met an old lady really strange who tried to touch his ass and he got a little scared). (She tried twice at least).

"You did well by the way." continued his boss. "I mean you only forgot five orders... That's a day to remember !"

The young lad frowned. He did not. (Ok, maybe he did). His coworkers called him "the lost waiter" for a reason... By the way, he wasn't sure to be useful for business.

"There's someone waiting for you outside." she concluded. "See you next week."

Kinda curious, Liam changed and headed towards the door. Surprisingly, it was Nick. That's new. Usually, he's playing video games at this hour. The dark-haired lad was wearing a fluffy jacket and black jeans. When he saw his roommate, he smiled.

"Hey bud'."

"Hey." greeted Liam. "What's going on ?"

He knew something was odd. The geek never went out of their flat without a good reason. And he just smiled, which was unusual since Rebecca and him had argued. And he got this little twitch when he wanted something. (Liam felt proud of himself. He was a real spy when he decided to). (Or just a good friend, but whatever).

"Nothing in particular." answered Nick. "Let's walk for a bit, please ?"

"Uh, okay."

Then, they became silent. At start, Liam just watched his friend. But then, his eyes got caught by a weird trash can on the other side of the street. It looked broken. I wonder who did that... Maybe Nick ? (He then remembered what he did, like three months ago, and he just blushed). Anyway, they  arrived at their building, but Nick just continued straight ahead.

"I'm not in the mood to listen to Rebbie and her boyfriend fuck." he complained. "Come on, let's go to the fastfood at the corner. I'm hungry".

Liam was honestly sleepy (like almost every night). (Or maybe everytime ?). However, he had also zero willpower. (You could ask him to dance naked in the street, he would do it). (Thinking about it, maybe not).

"Dude, are you coming or not ?" asked his roommate. "Stop looking at the sky like this, it's freaky".

Once inside, Nick ordered two burgers and some fries, and they sat far away the other customer. For a short time, they remained silent again. Liam nearly fall asleep. (Once he started to close his eyes, he had a really hard time resisting).

"So what's the deal ?" asked suddenly Nick. "Between you and this girl ?"

"You mean Judy ?"

"Not your boss silly, Colton's girlfriend. I saw you watching her. I mean, normally you're not looking something or someone in particular, just... dreamin'. But each times she's around, it's different. Have you a crush on her ? Cuz Nate let me thought you weren't... interested in girl anymore ya know ?"

Liam's brain took in the information. He's talking about Barbara. Dude his friend was more observant than he believed. He's always playing with his gameboy, but he saw that... I wonder if everyone else know too. But the truth was... Liam just failed to talk with Barbara. He just chickened out and ran under his blanket each time he tried to approach her.

"I'm not in love with her." belied the young lad. "I just happen to know her from highschool... But can we not talk about it ? Like we're not talking about you running away from our appartment because there are zombies in it."

(It was Liam's conclusion. Nick would only left if he mistakenly summoned undead). (But the unicorns would save the day). His friend stared at him, stunned.

"Man, you're so weird. I honestly don't understand how you're functioning. Anyway, I was just a bit angry at myself for stuff... But now it's ok. Let me finish this and we can go back, I can tell you're dead on your feet."

Rebecca Monday December 4

All the weekend, she had sensed something bad would happen. She had thought it was about sport, and couldn't find what the hell she had been missing. But now, she remenbered. The fucking group project. It was due for today, and they didn't finish it. Rebecca woke up panicked. She barely noticed Emilio who was still sleeping, and got dressed hella fast. Then, she rushed her neighbor's flat. Please, be awake. It's in one fucking hour. Please be awake. She couldn't afford to have a bad grade. Rebecca knocked so hard on the door that she probably woke up the whole floor. But Liam and Nick weren't answering. Those bloody sleepy heads ! She rushed towards the closest library. Let's hope I can do something by myself. She tried to call Colton, but he didn't ansewer either. Damnit. Rebacca was almost there when she ran into Matthew.

"Hey girl !" he shouted. "Where are you heading so fast ?"

"I forget to finish a group paper. I'm sorry but I need to go."

"Oh come on, that's no big deal." he replied ironically. "Stop being so serious about everything. You're already a star athetle, why do you need to study in the first place ?"

She stopped for a sec and looked at him. What a dumb question. My parents want me to. It's for my future.

"C'mon girl." Matthew laughed. "I mean, wouldn't you be better if you only trained ? And you really could use some free time for yourself. You got a bad reputation in the campus to be honest."

"What ? Why ?"

"Well, you're trying to be the best runner, the best swimmer, the best student and all... It's kinda obvious people don't like it. Oh, and your boyfriend got a lot of women after him aswell. They hate you."

Rebecca didn't knew what to say. People hated her... because she tried to be perfect ? What the hell ? Maybe that's the reason why Nick is so raging lately... He simply was jealous of her success.

"Anyway, it's always nice to talk with you, but I should hurry." stated Matthew. "Chelsea's waiting for me at the coffee shop."

Rebecca nodded and watched him draw away. Weird. After everything he did, I thought he just hated me but... now he's nice. Maybe he's trying to make it up on his behavior.

The young girl tried her best on the group project. Sadly, it wasn't enough at all. She headed towards the class quite depressed. Matthew's words were still making her think. And she feared the bad grade incoming. When she entered in the room, she looked at Colton, Liam et Nick. The first one looked a bit stressed too.

"We are screwed guys." he admitted while she sat. "We didn't finish the paper. In fact, we barely did it at all."

"We had a paper ?" asked Liam.

They all looked at him. That guy will turn me crazy one day. Did he know they had exams coming soon ? How the hell he managed to go to college exactly ?

"In fact, you're worried for nothing." assured Nick. "Because while you were all doing god know what, the genius I am did the project. Alone."

He gave it to the teacher with a smile.

"Don't thank me fellows." he added. "I know Rebbie doesn't like to thank people who saved her ass anyway."

She opened her mouth, but nothing came to her mind. He had all the rights in the world to be mad. And she should say something, she knew that. But his provoking look enraged her. Damnit. The runner girl was too proud. She just ignored him. And felt hella bad about it.

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey Wednesday December 6

The lad moaned. On the screen, the girl just pronounced his name in such a positive way. Bloody hell she had a sensual voice. With the remote, Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey rewound. Oh damn, that was so hot. Yeah, Amber, the chearleader captain, had a beautiful voice. He sped up the video until he saw Zack Jonhson. This one murmured his name. Hell. That's something. Zack had a special tone. Especially when he said "Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey". He just whispered each syllabe with so much passion. The Dean's grandson listened it again. And again. Eventually, he came with a satisfied grunt. That was so good. A bit awkward, but so good anyway.

"Hey Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey !" hailed Summer through the door of his appartment. "Are you in there dude ?"

Well, she didn't pronounced his name like in the video, this bitch. She was way more submissive in bed. The blond lad adjusted his boxers and closed his zipper. He didn't bothered put a shirt, and opened the door.

"What do you want ?"

Stupid cow. She had gained some weight since she had become the head of the student. Just, Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey had nothing against some chub. In fact, he could like it in some people. But this dummy ? She was uglier everytime he saw her.

"You asked me to tell you when the swimmers started their training." she reminded him. "Well they just started. And wow there are some cuties among them. Theo kept his card close to his chest."

She was definitely lusting after those guys. Such a pathetic predator. She was a collector, she couldn't handle the "break-up phase". And that was why she would be in troubles one day. But he didn't care, since he had already fucked her enough. He finally took a shirt, and headed towards the pool without even a glance for her.

When he arrived, he first heard Theo. That man had a strong voice. An unctuous one. He's a sneaky little bastard, but we had our greet time together. They ended it on a mutual agreement. Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey then remarked Laura. The loyal girlfriend. That was a lovely weird story, honestly. Laura was deeply in love with Theo, even if she knew what he was doing. They had a sort of agreement, because he helped her back in times. It's cute, he loves her and fuck chubbies in the same time.

"Uh... Sorry but I need to get to the pool please. I'm already late."

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey turned over and stared at his prey. Oh god, I'm in luck. It might even be too easy. He had done some research, and knew the boy's name was Liam. He was from the middle of nowhere. He had achieved highschool with an A-, and was now studying economics. He wasn't a scholarship holder, and he lived in a flat outside the main campus with one roommate. I also noticed he's from the same town than this cute soccer player... Muller. I like that boy, he's gifted. Anyway, it was time to start the hunt. And this braindead freshman didn't move yet. He was just looking... What the hell is he lookin' at exactly ?!

"I'm Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey." the Dean's grandson introduced himself. "Nice to meet you."

The boy didn't answer. How come ? Is he that stupid ? Liam was tall, and ripped. Ripped as hell. Broad-shouldered, he had an impressive chest, and a blossoming six-pack. He was probably doing some cardio and muscle-development exercises as well as swimming. His face was kinda sexy. With chestnut hair, masculine feature, he had deep grey eyes, with a glint of blue. And his ass, that fucking ass made the hunter's cock hard in a second. But Liam seemed completely lost in his thoughts. I'm not being ignored by a little shitty swimmer. No way. Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey kicked the lad in the leg. Gently of course. The freshman landed on Earth.

"What ? Did you say something ?" he asked.

"I'm Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey." repeated patiently the hunter.

"Hello. I'm Liam Strucker. Nice to meet you."

There was something really, really odd about his tone. He sounds completely high, but he isn't. In fact, he didn't seem stupid either. I thought he was but...

"Can I go to the pool now ?" asked Liam. "I should be doing lenghts by now."

"Yeah, just go."

The hunt would be harder than the Dean's grandson expected. I think I understood why Theo failed to pick up this guy. It'll be fun.

To be continued

Some develpment without weight gain I know but we’ll come to it ! So Liam and Damian finally met ! Let’s see if the hunter will succeed to have our dreamy boy in his bed !

Nick is an important character for the story, even if he hasn’t his own pov. He’s a nice guy, doing all the work alone and all. But what’s in his mind ? Maybe it is related to the little belly he’s denying ? ;)

In a month or so, I’ll start to post another long story at the same time (probably every saturday). It’s called To the perfection and the main characters are Thomas Muller and Dan Vince. It’ll feature a lot of pining, kinky desires and weight gain.

#the college society #cs #Liam #Rebecca #Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey #Our prey is very special !! #But the hunter likes it #chapter 2 #part 2

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How To Make My Ex Boyfriend Jealous And Get Him Back

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Secrets Out - A JB Oneshot

3rd POV

“Naya! Let’s go! We’re going to be late for class!” A girl shouted from the main gates to the school, waiting for her other friend who was arriving a bit late to school this morning because she had to take care of her little cousin before leaving, and mistakenly lost track of time.

“Chillax Val, I’m here aren’t I?” She replied to her friend as she completely ran passed her and went towards the school building.

“You’re on school grounds, not in class. There’s a big difference!” Val replied as she started to run behind Aniya to catch up with her.

Aniya had cocoa brown skin and short hair, much like her height, only standing at 5 foot 4 inches. She usually wore glasses but she just recently got contacts which allowed more people to better see her dark brown eyes.

Her friend was a girl named Valerie. She was a Peruvian girl with eyes that changed from brown to hazel to green from time to time, and long brown hair. They had been friend for almost two years now, having met each other last year in a dance class. This year they were still together in a new dance class and had made two new friends, Jessica and Breanna.

The four of them were practically inseparable and did everything together, and told each other absolutely everything about anything that ever happened with any of them.

Like Jessica moving in with her boyfriend even though she’s only 18.

And that Breanna started dating her best friend after finding out he liked her and soon returned his feelings.

Valerie was just chillin. Single as a Pringle and ready to mingle.

Aniya had a boyfriend that she had been secretly dating for around two months now. His name, was Jaebum. Known as JB by his close friends.

The only people to know that they were dating was Val, Jess, and Bree. And JB’s friends Jackson, Mark, Yugyeom, Youngjae, Jinyoung, and Bambam.

Not even their parents knew, mostly because neither family could properly keep a secret when it comes to their children.

“Geez guys, took you long enough to get here.” Jessica complained as Aniya and Val finally got to their English class.

“Hey don’t blame me for being late, I had to take care of my cousin.” Aniya said as she raised her hands up in the air to prove her innocence.

“Whatever, I still blame Valerie for it all anyway.” Jessica replied, laughing at the mildly offended look Val gave her.

Jessica was your typical blonde hair blue eyed beauty that was definitely more on the petite side.

Breanna had shoulder length brown hair with the ends dyed blonde, brown eyes and braces. She was currently texting her boyfriend and smiling like an idiot at whatever it was they were talking about.

“Awe, it’s so cute it makes me sick.” Val said as she placed a hand over her heart but somehow still managed to look disgusted.

“You’re only saying that because you’re the only one here who’s single.” Breanna fired back.

“Woah there, I thought Valerie was bitch number one?” Aniya said as she ducked for cover from the shots being fired.

“I still am bitch number one, so stay in your lane bitch number three.” Val said as she playfully swatted at Bree’s short hair.

“Haha I lied, bitch number one coming through.” Aniya said as all four girls laughed and started teasing each other. Being the nicest one in the group she was bitch number four, leaving Jessica as bitch number two.

“What’s so funny over here?” A new voice chimed in.

“Jackson!” Aniya shouted happily at seeing her best friend.

“Hey Naya, Jess, Bree, Val. How’s it going?” Jackson replied smiling and full of energy as always.

“Nothing much, bitch number one just showed up, that’s all.” Breanna replied pointing at Val.

“This early?” Jackson asked looking at Val a bit surprised.

Said bitch number one merely shrugged her shoulders in response to the accusations.

“Ya’ll should know by now my inner bitch shows up whenever she damn pleases.”

More laughter came from a group of boys watching by the back of the classroom.

“Believe us, we know.” Jinyoung said with a terrified look on his face. Not surprising since he was often the one on the receiving end of most of Val’s bitchiness.

Valerie however was too busy noticing the look that one of the guys in the back was giving Aniya.

Park Jaebum, or JB as he prefers to be called by his friends and the girls, was openly staring at Aniya, who was staring back just as open.

“If you guys want to still keep it all a secret I suggest not eye fucking each other in the middle of the classroom right when the lecture is about to start.” Val said only loud enough for their little group of friends to hear.

Both before mentioned people had blushed at the words of advice that came from their cherished friend.

“We told you bitch number one came out early today.” Jess said as she tried not to laugh at the embarrassed expressions on both JB and Aniya’s face.

“Alright class, take a seat, class is about to begin.” The teacher said as she made her way to her desk.

~•~

Three hours later all eleven found themselves in the dance room getting ready to pack up and head to lunch.

Jess and Bree had already finished changing back into their other clothes from their dance clothes while Aniya was still tying her shoes.

A few seconds later the guys walked in.

“Finally its lunch time, I’m starving!” Bambam wailed as he rubbed his stomach which was growling angrily at him.

“Before that aren’t we missing some people?” Mark asked as he did a head check and only came up with nine instead of eleven.

Bree however merely jerked her head to the middle of the dance floor where Yugyeom and Valerie were going over the choreography they had just learned and were changing up some of it to make it their own. They always did this. After all, dancing was a passion for the both of them.

“Huh…” Aniya said as she watched the two move in perfect synchronization to the beat of the music. Popping and locking with the base of the song.

“What is it?” JB asked while trying to see what Aniya was.

“I never actually noticed how good they would be together if they were to start dating. I mean look at them.” Aniya explained as everyone turned to look at what she was talking about.

Both finished dancing the part that was choreographed and just started fooling around with the rest of the song, laughing and fake battling each other.

“Oh no.” Youngjae and Jinyoung said at the same time.

“What? I actually think they would be good together now that I see it.” Mark said as the others agree.

“It’s not that they wouldn’t be good together, it’s just that, can you imagine the evil maknae and bitch number one dating, our whole lives could hang in the balance.” Youngjae said as Jinyoung shivered at the thought.

Everybody else’s jaw dropped at the realization.

“Sorry we made you guys wait.” Yugyeom said as he walked up to the group followed by Valerie.

“We’ll change back really fast so we can get food, yeah?” Val said as she and Yug ran off to change.

~•~

The entire walk to the cafeteria JB and Aniya were side by side making small talk.

“I hate how we’re hiding the fact that we’re dating. Why do we have to keep it a secret?” JB asked as he looked at you longingly, wanting nothing more than to just kiss you like he’s been wanting to all day since he first saw you this morning.

“Because you have fan girls that neither one of us wants to deal with.” JB sighed at the truth of her words.

Flashback (sort of)

He remembers when they first started hanging out, just the two of them from having to work together on an English assignment and his fan club went crazy and started threatening her to stay away from him. But they didn’t stop there. They started pushing her in the hallways, tipping her chair in class and at lunch, and even started throwing things at her.

No one ever knew about it though because she kept it to herself.

One day though the fans went too far and pushed her down the stairs. The staircase has roughly ten steps but that didn’t make it hurt any less being pushed down them.

After ending up in the nurses office however Val, Jess and Bree all demanded to know what happened. After spilling the beans bitch number one through three all came out and ready to fight.

As bitch number one Valerie was the first one to live up to her reputation and marched right up to the queen of the club and shoved her right up against her locker.

“Alright, listen here bitchstick, I don’t know why the fuck you think it’s okay to push my friend, my best friend, down the stairs just because she is working with Jaebum on a project. It wasn’t even her idea to be partners with him, that decision is up to the teacher and them alone. And another thing-” Valerie was cut off by Yasmine’s scoff.

Yeah, the bitches name was Yasmine. Not even Jasmine, but Yasmine.

“Look Victoria,” Yasmine started but was cut by Val correcting her.

“It’s Valerie.”

“Whoever, just because Anita-”

“Aniya.” Val corrected again, thoroughly getting irritated.

“Just because Anita was chosen to be with JB doesn’t mean she has to fling herself all over him trying to kiss him.”

“Woah there, now you hold on just a second there bitchstick. What do you mean try to kiss him. Aniya is shy in general when it comes to people she hardly talks to, what makes you think she’d muster up any kind of courage to do that to him?”

“I don’t know, I just know what I saw, and what I saw was her all over him. And would you stop calling me bitchstick?” Everyone pretended not to hear her last question and instead focused on the other thing that was said.

Valerie didn’t understand what Yasmine was saying nor did she believe it.

“Aniya’s also a bit clumsy, maybe she slipped, tripped, or fell over a step or even her over own two feet and Jaebum was just there to catch her and help her out? You know, like a gentleman?” Breanna said adding in her two cents.

As soon as the words gentleman left Bree’s lips Yasmine did a one eighty.

“Oh he is a gentleman isn’t he?”

As the bitchstick rambled on and on the three best friends who came for blood and answers were starting to get irritated.

But instead of it being bitch number one who threw the punch, it was bitch number two, Jessica, who got the first strike against the bitchstick.

A few seconds in bitchstick had a few friends show up that Val and Bree were able to get their hands on, and soon it was an all out cat fight.

“What the hell?” Almost immediately Yasmine and her two cronies stopped fighting and insisted started crying for their lives.

“JB oppa! Help us from this crazy bitch, she’s attacking us for no reason!”

“N-no reason?! What the hell do you mean ‘no reason’, you pushed our best friend down the stairs just because she had the misfortune of being paired up with this, this…” Val yelled, trying to find the right words to describe Jaebum who was standing right behind her with his friends staring on wide eyed.

“This shrimp dick fuck nugget!”

Yasmine practically screeched at the insult while Jaebum tried not to look too offended, and his friends were trying not to laugh.

Bitchstick and her friends all lunged at the girls and the guys immediately sprang into action.

Yasmine’s scream from earlier must have been loud enough to have alerted the teachers because soon enough two teachers came from around the hallway and tried to break up the fight.

~•~

“Alright, somebody tell me what the hell just happened.” A teacher said and he rubbed his eyes, feeling them begin to throb with a headache soon to be coming his way.

He along with the other teacher who helped stop the fight and the principal who was called were all in the nurses office along with bitches number one through four, bitchstick and her cronies, and the masculine seven.

Soon all the girls were speaking at the same time.

“They came out of nowhere and just started attacking me for no reason.” “Oh that’s bullshit bitchstick and you know it! As soon as I confronted you didn’t even bother denying anything, but now that your precious shrimp dick fuck nugget over here is around you’re trying to play the victim, who is really Aniya because you’re the hairy ass that pushed her down the stairs in the first place!”

“Valerie, language!”

“Excuse me!? Hairy ass? Just who do you think you are calling me that? My ass isn’t hairy JB sweetie, it’s not. You believe me right?”

“Uhh…”

“What do you mean not hairy? I saw you over the summer at the beach! It’s like that scene from White Chicks. When’s Don King going to pop out and say "Born in America.”?“

"Shut up bitch, you don’t know what you’re talking about. Do you even have any proof that it was me?” Yasmine finished the yelling spree as everyone quieted down at the question.

But instead of being stumped at the question Valerie smirked though you could see it in her eyes that she was still pissed off.

“You mean besides Aniya, the actual person who witnessed it all, saying it was you? I think I have more physical evidence.”

Everyone watched as Val walked over to Aniya’s bag and searched through it before pulling out a small wad of papers. Then she walked over to Yasmine’s bag and did the same, except for pulling out a wad of papers she pulled out a note book.

“Along with shoving her in the hallways, nudging her chair at lunch while she was eating, you were also throwing things at her. Throwing things like threatening notes.”

Valerie opened Yasmine’s note book to the first page that had her hand writing all over it in her pink sparkly gel pen, then opened the wad of papers showing the same pen and hand writing on the threat notes.

“If the jury could look closely at the resemblance.” Everybody scoffed trying to hold in their laughter. “This is the same pen and hand writing of the one, the only, bitchstick.” Yasmine looked like a deer caught in the headlights, clearly panicking.

The principal stood from his seated position and took the 'evidence’ from Valerie’s hands. He looked it over for a few seconds before sighing.

“Miss Yasmine, would you and you’re friends please come with me, back to my office.”

The three girls followed but were protesting the entire way. All that was left were bitches number one through four and the masculine seven, and the two teachers.

“Well, now that this mysterious crime has been solved.” The teacher started, pointedly looking at Valerie, following up on her judge and jury joke. “Why don’t the rest of you get cleaned up and then take Miss Aniya home, school has been over for the past twenty minutes already. Go home and get some sleep, all of you.”

As soon as both teachers left it was quiet in the nurses office, awkwardly so, painfully awkwardly so. Until Aniya burst out laughing that is.

Everyone around her was looking on in confusion or concern.

“You okay there Naya? You didn’t hit your head too did you?” The only thing she could manage to do was shake her head 'no’.

“Then why are you laughing so hard?”

“B-because of V-Val! Hahaha! Those insults were amazing!”

It took a few seconds for her words to register in everyone’s mind, but when it did Mark and Jackson were the first to laugh, everyone else soon following.

After the girls bandaged their wounds they all made their way home. But because of the directions they all lived they had to split up.

That night Aniya was walking alone with Jaebum, and that was the start of their relationship.

From that day on he walked her to and from school, him and the guys started eating lunch with the girls. Their groups merged together.

End flashback scenes

“It all seems so long ago.” Aniya said as she too remembered everything.

“I wish you didn’t have to have gone through all that.” JB said while tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I’m actually glad it happened in some weird twisted way.”

“What? Why?”

“Because, it’s how we stared dating and how we all became friends.” JB smiled at Aniya before humming in agreement.

~•~

Everyone was now in the cafeteria, Aniya and Bree being the only two needing to go through the lunch line because everyone else brought food from home. In the lunch line Bree went towards the sandwiches while Aniya went to the nacho line. While waiting Aniya spotted a poster on the wall next to her.

School dance this Saturday night at seven. $10 for singles tickets $15 for couples tickets Be there or be square. Theme; masquerade

“I completely forgot about the school dance this weekend.” Aniya said out loud, unknowingly catching someone’s attention.

“Are you going?” Aniya turned her head and saw none other than Kim Jongin, otherwise known as Kai.

“Um, I’m not sure yet but probably.”

“Yeah? Who are you going to go with?”

Aniya froze, she couldn’t say JB, they were a secret. She couldn’t say Jess or Bree because they both have boyfriends. And if what everyone saw earlier in the dance room, Val would probably be going with Yugyeom.

“I’ll probably just go solo but hang out with my friends.”

“Well that would be no fun. Why don’t we go together instead?” Aniya was frozen in shock, not only because was Kai one of the most sought after males in the school, but because of who was behind Kai when he asked.

“JB.” She whispered in shock as he strode up to Kai and grabbed him on the shoulder.

“She won’t be going with you.” Kai stared wide eyed and in confusion.

“I don’t believe I asked you, Jaebum.”

“But I’m still telling you, Jongin, she’s not going to the school dance with you.” The boys were unknowingly causing a scene. Aniya noticed it though.

“Um guys?” They ignored her in favor of continuing their own conversation.

“Who are you to tell Aniya who she can or can’t go to the school dance with?” Kai asked, finally starting to get irritated, but so was JB.

“I’m her boyfriend, that’s who I am to tell you that you can’t take her to the school dance.” Aniya along with everyone else who was watching, and recording thinking a fight would happen, gasped as the words left his mouth.

“JB!”

Aniya shouted, finally gaining his attention.

Looking around JB realized that the secret was now out, but he wasn’t really that mad.

“I don’t care that our secrets out. We’ve been hiding for two months.” More gasps were heard. “And if anyone try’s anything, they’ll have to answer to me.” With that being said JB finally did what he’s been wanting to do all day, and kissed Aniya.

~•~

Kai had walked away as soon as JB let go of his shoulders, his job was done after all. He walked up to Valerie and took the $50 that she held out to him.

“Nicely done Kai, or would you prefer I call you Nini?” Kai smiled.

“Nini, I like hearing you say it. You were the first one to ever call me that. I was actually kind of sad when you stopped.” Val smiled at him.

“I’m actually surprised that this worked out though, considering you do have a girlfriend. Speaking of which Krystal was okay with this right?”

“Of course she was, she knows I’d never do anything to hurt her.”

“Good, just because you’re also my best friend doesn’t mean I won’t kick your ass if you hurt my Krystal Unnie.” Kai only smile again before ruffling her hair and turned to leave but paused really quick.

“Hey Val, what’s up with you and Yugyeom?”

“What do you mean? He’s a great friend and a great dancer, I respect him greatly.”

“Have you ever thought of him as more than a friend?”

“Why?”

“I just noticed how well you two would look together. Not to mention the way he looks at you.” Val blushed and smiled while looking at the floor. “So you have thought of him that way.” Val nodded slowly.

Kai chuckled.

“Just remember that if he ever hurts you I’ll kick his ass, I’m still your childhood best friend, remember that.” Kai said while walking away.

Valerie smiled to herself as she walked back to the table to tell everyone what happened, sitting closer to Yugyeom than what she usually did. Instead of scooting away though he just smiled at her.

That would also definitely be going somewhere.

Okay guys, this was a story I wrote for my best friends from high school, we were all Kpop addicts and my friend had begged me for a story pairing her with JB, so this was lowkey like a crack fic just because of how wild it was haha but still a story that I had immense fun writing. Let me know if you want a sequel for a continuation of this story or like a second one about Valerie and Yugyeom and about their story. Check out my other stories if y’all have time!!

#jaebum #jb #mark tuan #jackson wang #youngjae #yugyeom #jinyoung #jyp entertainment #jyp got7 #got7 #igot7 #fanfiction #secret #secrets out #cats out of the bag #oops #romance #funny #x reader #reader

[volcanofireflame150]

When Different Paths Cross

About the Characters; Intro; Ch39

Chapter 38

*Lindsey's POV* As planned I succeeded on taking a picture of Kai's doppelganger that he is drop dead handsome, and I offered to take a photo of to acknowledge his looks. He allowed me, I took a picture and secretly sent it to Shadow so she can know on who I am dealing with. For right now, I think updating on the situation I am in right now will have to wait, plus I need to gain this Kai's trust. Which explains me always trying to talk to him even though he's giving me red flags all over the place.

But this time I'm very determined on getting the hell out of here, so I asked Kai, "May you lead me to the rooms you guys have?" "Sure, follow me," he said, gently taking my hand unlike Baekhyun's doppelganger. Is Kai's doppelganger supposed to be mean and saying negative comments towards me? I mean, I'm at least expecting both from someone like him. He led me to an empty room and escorted me in, I went inside turned on the light and it was beautiful but it's not my bedroom though it will have to do.

"This room will do for now," I said, muttering the last two words. Kai asked, "Is there anything we can change?" "Just the bed sheets aren't my color, I'm more of a black and white kind of girl," I said, "But I guess this will do." "There are bedsheets on that shelf over there," he said. I asked, "Why are you being friendly to me all of the sudden?" "Straight to the point, huh? Well, no reason, you won my trust, just don't put your trust on the others," he said, "Unlike them, I have a sense that you don't like it here, truth be told, I don't either." "What are you getting at?" I asked, "Are you eager to help us?" "Help? That's going to be for a while, first you need to know that I mean you no harm," he said.

"Basically, I recently had my mind wide opened when you approached us," he said, "Something tells me you are getting less attention than you normally would get." "Yeah, I mean, I'm getting married soon to this wonderful guy," I said. Kai said, "Then I'll help you get out of here without any of the others know that we are gone and yes I want to switch over on the good side."

"What if they catch us?" I asked. He smirked, "They won't, I can teleport." "Oh that makes sense," I said, "When you do want to leave?" "I'm not leaving without a fight," said Kai, "I'll distract them while you run." "But there are 5 guys and only one of you," I said, "How are you going to distract them?" "I'm like them, I'll talk to them on how to do stuff, I'll figure it out," he said, "By the way, I know that there's an original Kai, so it's alright if you sent that photo to someone else just as long as you do not get caught doing it." "So, what do you want me to call you?" I asked, "I mean I can call you Kai until we meet my best friend Kai aka Jongin."

Then he leads me out in the open and told me to remain in my wolf form until I see things the way I saw them. He went to distract the other doppelgangers with my phone so he can took pictures for me, when he finished that he teleported the phone back into my hand and fully distracted the other guys while he sees me in my wolf form sneaking out of here. Once the coast was clear, I went running then I saw Kai's doppelganger running right next to me, he said, "That was a very close call." "Yeah, I can't believe you switched sides," I said to him, "This makes you an Anti-Hero." "A what?" he asked.

"Anti-Hero means you are on neither side," I said, "or something like that, I don't remember very well." "Ah, well, just as long as they don't catch on what we are planning on doing," said Kai's doppelganger, "Thing is I do want to help you guys anyway I can to defeat our creators, they failed to mind break me but I could NOT break for a good reason. I want to live my life the way I want it, not what they want me have what I need to do." "Just to be on the safe side that you switched sides, correct?" I asked, "Just to be clear we are going to an allies base so we can clear things up if that's alright?" "Hey, I trust you and that's a first from someone who was created by the Red Force," he said, "So, you have someone that can help you to get a better understanding on that side."

"But, I want the others to switch as well, I mean we need more help in order to defeat them once and for all," I said, sound convincing. He knows that 1 is not enough, then he said, "Alright, first things first we need get Baekhyun's doppelganger first, but we need to make sure he doesn't see us." "Wouldn't be easier to teleport them here?" I asked, "I mean, seems like a smart choice, by the way we are here." We were looking at the BTS pack and they are...no where in sight, I called out, "Jungkook, it's me Lindsey, I brung a friend over don't worry he's harmless." I looked at Kai's doppelganger and asked, "Are you harmless?" "Depends on the situation that we are dealing with," he said, "But as of right now, yes, I am completely harmless."

"Good," we heard Jungkook say. I looked and the 7 members do not look happy, I looked at Kai's doppelganger and asked, "Have you thought of a separate name for yourself?" "I thought we agreed on me being called Kai or K," he said, "But since there is another Kai, the original, I'm going to try and respond to K." "Great," I said, "Plus since there is 2 Sehun's and 2 Suho's, the original I always call him Hunnie, Suho, hmm, I'll call him Bunny." "What about Chanyeol's doppelganger?" asked Kai. I said, "Channie, or Titan, because I like my boyfriend nicknames that I gave him."

"Let me guess, the original Baekhyun, you are going to call him either Baekkie, Bagel, or Bacon," said Kai. I said, "You remembered! Of course I am going to call Jongdae, Dino, or his actual name which is Jongdae." "Lindsey, who is this and where did he come from?" asked Namjoon. I answered, "I'll explain everything later but for right now, the both us have a mission to do and we are asking permission to teleport his friends here." "I mean go for it just explain everything after everything is said and done," said Namjoon. Kai goes, "After we teleport the other doppelgangers over here, we need to convince them on switching over on to the good side because it is rough over there." "I get it, go!" shouted Namjoon.

Kai managed teleport Chanyeol's, Sehun's, and Suho's doppelganger while I got the remaining two, we put them in separate rooms, Kai said, "Alright we somehow knocked them out." "I used my power of Strength to knock them out," I said. Kai asked, "How did you use that?" "I have the power of Balance," I said, "Anyways, both of us should go in one room at a time and try to convince them on coming to the good side one by one." "I like that idea," he said, "Let's go." "But who is the easiest to convince?" I asked, "I mean minus you." "Baekhyun, all we need to say is trying to find his weakness," said Kai, "Basically that's all of us, you managed to convince me by saying that I was drop dead handsome."

So, we went into Baekhyun's room, I was going to try first and if my charms don't work then Kai is going to break him, he woke up finally and asked, "Where am I?" "You are in a safe place, no one can hurt you," I said, because I noticed whip marks on him. I tried to touch him but then he shouted, "Don't touch me, you fool!" "It's alright, I just want to look at something," I said, "It's just that you have to trust me." "First off, can you untie my hands? I can't think straight," he said. I'm guessing he thought he was being tortured, so I untied his hands what I was expecting was that he was going to attack me but when I said, "Alright, your hands are free, I'm not going to harm you, no one is." "They must know on what's coming to them, they will pay for what they did to us," he said, "They are the real monsters."

"Who?" I asked. Kai said, "Not the originals, I'll give you that. He's talking about the Red Force that was going to break him of being the perfect one but he couldn't. This is why I said Baekhyun was going to be the next easy one because the others will be tough that you have to break them down in order for them to break on what they were truly hiding." "I see, well, Bagel, I mean Baekhyun, sorry, but um, are you willing to switch over?" I asked. He looked at me and said, "First off, I like that name Bagel, please call me that so I can know that you are not part of the Red Force." "What's the second?" I asked. He answered, "Of course, since you have Kai, you need more info on them."

We got him to rest peacefully, then we went in Chen's room, he woke up when Kai said, "This will be interesting to watch." "What do you mean?" I asked. He answered, "Well, he's been known to not talk until you find something that's not right. Just don't untie his hands yet." "Let me guess he'll try to attack me," I guessed. Kai said, "Maybe, or worse try to kill me." "Anyways, let's begin the interrogation," I mistakenly said, I have been watching too much of NCIS. But that got his attention, Chen said, "I have nothing for you, you hear!" "What did I say?" I asked, looking at Kai. Even he doesn't know, then Chen said, "You said that you are going to interrogate me! I'll say it again I don't have anything for you!" "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean that, it just slipped out," I said, "Is there a way for you to share anything?"

"Questioning me huh? Just because I'm not going to be the perfect clone then you can forget it," said Chen, "Because no one is going to perfect, so why not torture us even more." "Chen, I'm not part of the Red Force, I'm here because I know you can be much more than what you are and who made you," I said, "You can live your own life after all this is over, I can promise you that right now, you just need to trust me, I can help you through this." "Are you really not part of the Red Force?" he asked. I said, "I'm 100% positive that I'm not part of the Red Force because you and the others took me when I was walking by myself, but Chennie I can help you."

He seems to like being called Chennie, he said, "Alright, I'll follow your lead every step of the way." "All you need to do is never go back there," I said to him, "Because I think once they break you, they'll get rid of you." "That's what they didn't tell us," said Chen, "I mean Baekhyun found out the hard way by escaping, looking for help." "I see, so you followed behind him," said Kai, "But I can't figure out on who is going to be the hardest." "Suho is the hardest, Chanyeol is harder, that leaves Sehun on the hard level, good luck," said Chen, "But all you need to know is that you need to know on who you are not dealing with."

"So, I need to ask the original Suho, Chanyeol, and Sehun on what they love," I said, "But, Chanyeol's answer is going to be easy but I am going to need something else. I'll be right back make sure they don't wake up." "Don't worry they only wake up to sounds," said Chen. So, I was going back to my pack base when Namjoon said, "Don't, they will see this on you." And he pulled off a badge of their logo, and he said, "Just making sure that they don't think you didn't betray them." "I put that on myself because I'm disguised as one of them in order to make sure they don't do funny business," I said, took the badge and put it back on where it was.

I went back to base, Shadow sees me and she runs to me, sees the badge but then realizes I'm in disguise, she said, "Wow, you took my advice really well." "Yeah, but I'm guessing they will hopefully know that I did not switch over," I said, hoping for that. Shadow said, "So, tell me everything." "Not yet, I'm in the middle of something important," I said, "I'll tell you later once everything is done." I took off the badge, I went to go see Sehun, I called out, "Sehun? Where are you?" "I'm over here," said Sehun, "What you do need?" "This is important alright," I said, "Don't worry I'll explain everything." "Well hurry because everyone coming out and do our usual campfire hangout," said Sehun. I got on what he likes, then he told what Chanyeol likes other than me and Suho, I wrote them all down. I thanked him and went back to the BTS base, put the badge back on, well, almost when Kai's doppelganger said, "Don't bother."

"I'm going to have to for Suho's doppelganger, I'm going in there now," I said, "You are going to wait out here." "You are crazy but go for it," said Chen. I put the badge back on, took a deep breath then went in, turned on the light, I looked at Suho, looks like he was getting the most torture out of the 6, I touched the big scar on his neck and that startled him awake saying, "Get away from me!!!" I stepped back, Suho looked at me and rant, "What do you want from me? All because I couldn't tell you on what I'm hiding, so what if I'm hiding something it doesn't give you the right to make me feel so much pain and suffering you have caused me! Are you going to say something? Aren't you part of the Red Force? Answer me, DAMN IT!!!" I had to stop him by saying, "Easy, easy, here I'm taking the badge off, alright, it's fake, I'm not part of the Red Force, please, calm down and relax, I'm going to help you."

"Help me? by doing what? taking your orders I don't think so," he said, "I don't need your help." "Do you want to be thrown away like a piece of junk? because from what I heard that's what they are going to do," I said, "Don't you want to live your life like the others?" "What is this?" he asked, "Are you really trying to convince me on doing something?" "Um, maybe, but I want you to remain calm because I'm not going to harm you," I said, but I triggered him by saying, "Not yet anyways." "What are you going to use?" he asked, very scared, "Please I'll do anything." "Well, that was easy," I said, "Would you excuse me for a moment?" "Sure," he said.

#exo wolf au #x-exo

[watermarginhk-blog]

Thriving in The Orient

FICTION

Ever since their fall from grace into middle class, Mum’s temper had quickened and the tallies marking her lips had grown to outnumber the ones around her eyes. Wilhelmina had suggested some creams, but Mum was in denial.

“Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to Hong Kong,” says a man with a funny accent. “It is a safety requirement that you remain seated yada yada yada. Yada yada yada, on behalf of Captain Darryl and my team, thank you for flying Cathay Pacific and enjoy your stay in Hong Kong. Goodbye!”

Wilhelmina, or Willa as her friends back in Grimsby call her, has butterflies. As in she has literally hidden a jar of dead butterflies, cleverly wrapped in a scarf, in her bag. What if they stop her at customs?

She’ll probably breeze through. They eat turtles and frogs here for crying out loud.

Plus, she is wearing her rose quartz choker. Willa chants a long ooommmmm in her head and shivers as it reverberates through every chakra of her body. She smiles and bows to the flight attendant, who smiles back at her wearily. It had been a long flight.

* * *

Two months into her new position teaching English at a Youth College for disadvantaged youths in the New Territories and Willa is ready to hop on a plane to Bali. Or Laos. Or Vietnam. She has been dreaming of Angkor Wat since her best mate back home Constance Jane returned from her Asia trip eyes wide skin red and peeling like an apple under hot water. She’d told Willa about a tiger-breeding monk who had taken her under his wing for a day and opened her third eye during a short ceremony she couldn’t clearly recall.

The week after, Willa’s ex-boyfriend Colin, who graduated the year before with a 2:2 in English Literature, same as Willa, got back from his teaching job slash gap year in Hong Kong.

When he asked her out for coffee, she knew it was an omen. A symbol from the Creator that she should explore her options in Asia. Career-wise. The guys there were a bit on the short side for her liking, but her good friend Laura had written in her weekly newsletter that her Chinese boyfriend worshipped her like some kind of goddess, and especially loved her hair, which was blonde. She’d made a pact with herself after she and Colin’s mutual break up over Skype, anyway.

Willa thinks about asking Margaux, one of the other female NET teachers, about travelling together at the next Bank Holiday weekend. Margaux is French and has Rosemary’s Baby hair. At lunchtime, Willa goes downstairs to ask the quiet receptionist girl, whose name is either Vicky, Kathy or Fanny, where Margaux’s classroom is.

“Upstairs the second floor, Room 15,” says Vicky or Kathy or Fanny. “Thanks,” says Willa, and dutifully inclines her head.

“Margieee hiyaaaa!!! Want to grab a dim sum after work?” she asks, swinging from the doorway, a bit like Pocahontas from a tree.

Margaux whirls around. She’s wearing fluorescent orange eyeshadow today.

“Mais yes, sounds d��licieux—but s’il vous plait never call me with that name again uh?” she rasps with a sophisticated wrinkle of the nose.

Willa’s cheeks itch and Margaux turns back to her monitor.

She was only trying to be friendly.

“Brilliant!!! Meet you there at six, Margaux!!!” she warbles and turning to leave, almost trips over a small child. Quiet as ghosts, these children. Like their parents are training them up as ninjas or something. Even more disturbing is when there’s thirty of them staring vacantly at the whiteboard after being asked a seemingly obvious question, like how to conjugate a verb to match plural nouns.

She is dreading next class. Maybe, if she’s lucky, the ring leader will have caught that nasty stomach bug that’s been going around. Maybe the back row girl gang won’t threaten her life today.

She had taken this job at the Youth College, despite it being farther out, because four days into her initial job at St. Margaret Teresa Catherine’s Royal Kindergarten, she'd realised she hated young children, actually, because they were annoying little cunts who snotted everywhere and never listened no matter how many times she shouted for them to sit down.

The older the better, she had mistakenly thought, but it seems Asian kids only have two settings. Dead loud or dead silent.

As soon as her last student fucks off out the door, Willa packs her bag, checks her lipstick and virtually flees the school. Today is one of those days she questions her very impulsive decision to move thousands of miles away from the comforts of home to a foreign country where barely anyone knows any English. Did these people learn nothing from the Brits?

* * *

There’s no queue outside Dim Sum Palace, which is not its real name, but it sounds good on her blog and the name stuck. It’s usually quiet at this time, which is confusing, because don’t Chinese people eat dinner too? She approaches the pinch-faced hostess and holds up two fingers. Leng gow, she mouths, meaning two people in Chinese. The hostess looks bemused and smiles at her as a mama bear would smile at a sweet little rabbit in the woods.

Twenty-two minutes late, Margaux shows up with Nina. And Marty. Of course.

Margaux undulates into one of the chairs at the next table, Nina and Marty either side of her. Seeing the p-d off look on Willa’s face, Margaux grins.

“Willa cherie don’t look so angry uh? The more the merrier non?”

She crooks her finger and Willa comes to sit.

They order the usual ha gow (shrimp dumplings), sew moy (pork dumplings), cha sow bow (roast pork buns), low pak gow (fried turnip cake). Marty insists on steamed chickens feet because he wants to “expand his horizons.”

“Your wife not doing it for you lately?” Willa asks.

“Well as you know Willa my wife just gave birth hey and look I hope this won’t put off your appetite guys but as you know guys I don’t do well with all this lady stuff right and when I come back in the room after her you know Scisserion right you know where they snip the belly open right because what with me being a Westerner and all the baby would’ve got stuck or something so they handed me the baby and I said guys I said no right I mean come on that thing came out of my wife’s……like it was covered in blood and piss and shit before they wiped it I mean what were they expecting me to do here right?”

Nina frowns at her tea.

“But Marty you are le papa de bébé non? Why don’t you want to ‘old ‘er?” Margaux asks.

Before he can spring to self-defend, steaming baskets of pungent dim sum appear on the lazy susan. Everyone deploys their chopsticks as best they can and the wait staff try not to laugh.

* * *

An hour later, Willa is home and scanning the fridge. She’s still hungry from dinner because actually, she finds Chinese food abhorrently bad, and Marty’s story about his wife’s placenta or whatever really did put her off her appetite. But she wants point 28 on her “Things You Should Know About China Before You Move” list to sound authentic. Readers can intuit lies, so she always does the things she writes about so she can’t be called out.

She settles on the Quinoa Egg and Baby Spinach Protein Boost Pot she bought from M&S last week. Definitely worth the $30 it cost for the thirty minute cab ride home.

“Willababes is that you? Could you grab a beer for me while you’re at it please?” shouts Colin from the living room.

Willa reaches for the last Kronenbourg. Behind it is a small velvet box. The kind they keep rings in. She drops the can and it explodes across the kitchen.

“Nevermind that, love. We’ll get the cleaner to mop it up tomorrow,” says Colin from behind her.

He’s down on one knee.

Willa squeals and throws herself onto him, knocking him over onto the wet floor. They lie kissing in the beer puddle until the doorbell chimes off-key Für Elise.

“Don’t you want to get that, babes?” asks Colin, nuzzling the bindi on her forehead.

Willa can hear giggling behind the door. She gets up to answer it, thankful that the Chinese prefer tiles to carpet.

“CONGRATULATIONS MRS COLLINSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Constance Jane, Mum, Laura, Margaux, Nina and Marty are grinning ear to ear, waving streamers and blowing party horns.

Willa pulls out her phone and snaps a picture for her blog.

#FICTION

[softcorehippos]

Never Be Like You

(gif not mine)

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Based on the song of the same title by Flume

A/N: I have nothing against Sharon Carter, I actually really love her lol. Also, to those who submitted a request, I am working on them but I’m still over at my parents’ house and things get really insane here. Plus, my in-laws are coming to visit today so... well, just imagine how chaotic that will be. 

What I would do to take away this fear of being loved

Allegiance to the pain

Now I'm fucked up and I'm missing you

She'll never be like you

“S–Steve?” You breathed out, as your vision became blurry form the tears that were threatening to fall.

Steve scrambled off the very naked blonde at the sound of your voice, ungracefully tumbling down to the floor. He grabbed the nearest object he could find to cover himself but he mistakenly grabbed the blonde’s black lace bra.

“Shit.” He threw them away and went to look for his pants.

“Wh–“ You covered your mouth as the tears started to stream down your face and turned around, walking out of the bedroom that you’ve shared with Steve for the last 5 years.

Your thoughts were racing a million miles an hour but all you could do was just stare at the floor. You kept telling yourself to wake up, you pinched yourself and pull at your hair but the pain was only making things worse, this was not a dream.

“Babe, this is not what it looks like.” You heard Steve padded towards you but before he could place his hands on yours, you spun around to face him.

“Explain.” You murmured.

“Wh–What?”

“You said this wasn’t what it looks like, so? Explain.” You found your voice and spoke louder.

“I… I was–“

The sound of the bedroom door opening cut Steve off and your attention was now trained at the tall, leggy blonde standing behind Steve, this time fully clothed. She avoided Steve’s gaze and made a beeline for the door, but stopping by your side before she let herself out.

“I’m really sorry, I had no idea. I’m truly sorry.” She said before shutting the door behind her.

The room was silent. The air was heavy with tension and unspoken words, you made a conscious effort to stare him in the eye and wait for his explanation, but after a good minute, he was still silent.

“Fine. I really hope it was worth it, Steve.” You grabbed your purse from the couch before walking out the door.

I would give anything to change this fickle-minded heart

That loves fake shiny things

Now I'm fucked up and I'm missing you

I'll never be like you

The first week after you walked out of your shared apartment, you were a complete mess. Despite how much Steve hurt you, it doesn’t make it easier to leave him. There were times where you just wanted to give up and run back to his arms, but then you remind yourself that once a cheater, always a cheater. You kept telling yourself that you were strong and that coming back to someone who had betrayed your trust is out of the question.

The second week, you finally forced yourself out of the tiny hotel room you’ve been staying at and socialize, even if it was only with the kiosk owner down the street. You had been in complete lockdown ever since what happened, you turned off your phone and went entirely off the grid.  

After a month went by, you were finally ready to face the world. You turned on your phone and patiently return the phone calls and texts that had been pouring in since that day. All of them except Steve’s.

You weren’t being petty or bitter, you were being mindful of your own mental health. You knew that contacting him this soon would only send you spiraling back down into a bottomless pit of despair, so you don’t. Although, it didn’t help that most of your friends were also Steve’s, they kept telling you how he was doing, what he’s up to, despite how much you don’t want to know.

“Oh, so you’re still alive? Good to know.” Natasha snapped as she answered your call.

“Sorry, I needed time to regroup, I guess.”

You heard Natasha sighed on the other line. “Yeah I understand, I’m sorry. I just worry about you so much, I thought you skipped town.”

“To be honest, I was thinking of leaving, but I felt that that would be dramatic.”

Natasha chuckled. “Where are you? I miss you.”

“I’m staying in a hotel, wanna meet up for drinks?”

“You’re staying in a fucking hotel?”

“Uh…”

“Forget drinks, I’m picking you up right now. You’re moving in with me, okay? And I’m not taking no for an answer.”

You sighed. “Okay, I’ll text you the address.”

Half an hour later, the roar of Natasha’s Corvette was heard from down by the lobby. You hauled your luggage and double check for things you might’ve forgotten, when you were sure that everything was packed, you closed the door behind you and went out to meet Natasha.

The ride back to her place was surprisingly decent, Natasha didn’t once try to pressure you into talking or prod you with questions, she knew that when you were ready, you would voluntarily tell her everything.

“I feel like we need to let loose, and by we I mean you.” Natasha declared once the two of you entered her apartment.

“Where’s Bucky?” You asked when you noticed his absence.

“Kicked him out, he’s staying at Sam’s for the time being. I figured you’d need some time before they start asking questions.”

You smiled gratefully at Natasha and began unpacking. Natasha and Bucky had been together for 3 years now, but they refuse to call each other boyfriend and girlfriend or make any form of declaration of love. They were comfortable with the way things are and you were incredibly jealous of that.

“I can see the little gears in your head going off, what are you thinking about?” Natasha leaned against the doorframe of her bedroom.

“Nothing, just spacing out.”

“Well, go freshen up and dress up pretty, because I’m taking you out. I invited Wanda, if you don’t mind?”

You shook your head and she squealed in glee before skipping out of the room in a very un-Natasha-like fashion.

How do I make you wanna stay?

Hate sleeping on my own, missing the way you taste

Now I'm fucked up and I'm missing you

I'll never be like you

The bar that Natasha picked out was exactly the kind that you would enjoy. It was dimly lit with only a handful of people crowding the bar area, and the fact that they were playing classic rock was a plus on your books.

“I’m gonna get us started, why don’t you guys find a booth to sit.” Natasha instructed and you and Wanda went to the back to find an open booth.

“You good?” Wanda asked once the two of you were seated.

“Mhm.” You nodded, putting a smile on your face.

Either Wanda bought your act or she was giving you your space because she just nodded in response. You could feel Wanda’s stare from your left but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at her, you knew that she’d see right through you the moment you did.

“I know that look.” Natasha said accusingly as she sat down with a row of shots. “You’re thinking again.”

“No I’m not.” You said, rather defensively.

“She is, her thoughts are so loud I can’t even ignore it anymore.” Wanda muttered and took a sip of her beer.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Natasha scooted closer to you, placing a hand on top of yours.

You looked down and debated, not if you want to talk about it, but whether or not you should. Natasha withdrew her hand when you stayed quiet, taking your silence as a no. But your mind was racing; your thoughts were spinning so fast that you would implode if you don’t start talking to someone.

“Who was she?” You asked, barely above whisper.

Natasha and Wanda shared looks at your question, Wanda didn’t want to tell you but Natasha thought it would be best that you knew before you found out by yourself later on.

“Sharon Carter.”

Your eyes went wide at Natasha’s answer and your mouth suddenly went dry. Tears were pooling in your eyes, refusing to fall and blurring your vision. You heard about his tragic love story with Peggy Carter, but this? This was something else.

“Are they…? You know…”

Wanda shook her head. “No, they’re not together. She actually was furious when she found out, she didn’t know that he was with you.”

“She reached out to us, asking if she could talk to you and apologize.” Natasha added and you immediately shook your head.

“I don’t want to talk to her, ever.” You mumbled and fingered the rim of your shot glass.

“Has he tried to talk to you?” Wanda asked, earning a kick on the shin under the table from Natasha.

You shrugged. “He left messages and voicemails, but I deleted them. I have nothing to say to him.” You took a beat and chuckled, tears finally came flowing down. “You wanna know the worst part? The worst part is that I still love him. It is taking every ounce of my being to not go home to him and just forget everything.”

Wanda took your trembling body into her arms as you sobbed against her chest. You felt weak and stupid for crying over the man that had broken your heart and this infuriated you. You were brought up to be a strong woman who will not be defeated by something like this, your father would shake his head in disappointment if he saw you like this (after he beats the crap out of Steve, of course).

You slowly pushed yourself off of Wanda and shook the feeling away. A chuckle escaped your lips as you wipe your face with the back of your hand.

“What am I doing? We came here to let loose, right?” You gave your two best friends a look and in an instant, smiles were etched on their faces.

“Let’s get fucking hammered.” Natasha said with a devilish grin.

I'm only human. Can't you see?

I made, I made a mistake

Please just look me in my face

Tell me everything's okay

'Cause I got it, ooh

I'll never be like you

The sound of doors slamming and people shouting woke you up from your alcohol-induced sleep. Your head was throbbing and the loud noises coming from outside the bedroom door were making everything worse. You felt your heart pounding in your ears, and as you tried to push yourself to a sitting position, the pounding in your head got worse.

“Fucking hell.” You muttered, bringing up your palms to the sides of your head to ease the pain.  

“Go away, she doesn’t want to see you!” You heard Natasha yelled.

“Please, please I’m begging you. I can’t do this anymore, I have to see her.”

Your entire body stiffened as you heard Steve’s voice outside your door. The grasp you had on your duvet got tighter as you listened in on their conversation.

“You know I love you, Steve, but you really did a number on her. You can’t just expect her to forgive you that easily. What you did was a total dick move.” You could picture Natasha crossing her arms and giving Steve the eyebrow of disappointment.

“I know, I just…”

“Go home, Steve. She’ll talk to you when she’s ready.”

There were silence and followed by the sound of the door opening and closing. You released the breath you didn’t even realize that you were holding and took a few deep ones to calm yourself down.

Your bedroom door opened not long after that, Natasha’s head peeking inside. “Hey, you up?”

You could only nod in response, with your throat dry as the fucking Sahara.

“Here, take these.” She set down two Advils and a glass of water, which you gratefully take.

You were glad that Natasha didn’t try to talk about what happened and you both silently agree to not talk about it. You realized, after that close call earlier, that you needed some time away from Steve to get yourself sorted out, and that’s exactly what you did.

For months you kept yourself busy at work, you eventually got your own place because you felt terrible that Bucky had to stay away from the apartment and you reconnected with your friends. What sucked is that most of your friends are Steve’s friends as well, so it gets awkward at times, but they were being really understanding and not talk about Steve with you around.

Stop looking at me with those eyes

Like I could disappear and you wouldn't care why

Now I'm fucked up and I'm missing you

I'll never be like you

Everything was going smoothly, you were back to your old self; you were enjoying life, until one day a knock came at your door. You opened the door without care, which you realized was a huge mistake when you saw Steve standing out your doorway.

You were paralyzed and glued to your spot, unable to say or do anything.

“Y/N.” Steve breathed; relief was evident on his face.

“What are you doing here?” Was all you could muster out.

He rubbed the back of his neck, something you noticed that he often does when he’s nervous. “I uh, I came to talk to you.”

“About?” You asked, rather coldly.

He sighed. “You know what about, Y/N, please?”

You didn’t say anything but you stepped back to make room for him to step into your new apartment. It was awkward; you could feel the air in the room got heavy as the two of you sat on the couch, opposite each other.

“Nice place.” He started, taking a good look around your living room.

You fought the urge to roll your eyes at his comment. “You said you wanted to talk about it, so? What do you want to say?”

“Uh, I–I realized I never actually got the chance to apologize to you. I tried calling and texting you but you never got back to me, so…”

“Well it was hard talking to you without having the image of you, naked, straddling an equally naked Sharon Carter. So I refrain from doing so.” You replied indifferently.

“Y/N… Come on, don’t be–“

“No, Steve. You don’t get to tell me how to feel, not after what you did to me.” You stood up, towering over him. “Someday I might forgive you, someday. But whatever it is that we had, it’s over.”

I'm falling on my knees

Forgive me, I'm a fucking fool

I'm begging, darling, please

Absolve me of my sins, won't you?

Panic sets into his features as soon as those words escaped your lips. His shoulder tensed and eyebrows furrowed, he stood up in protest.

“No, Y/N, please. I’m sorry, I’ll do anything to make it up to you, I promise!”

“Steve.” You sighed. “Please don’t make this harder than it already is.”

“No! I won’t let you do this; please, I’m begging you. Just give me another chance, I’ll prove to you how sorry I am and how much I love you.” His voice wavered as he chocked back the tears that were close to bursting out.

The sight of Steve Rogers, eyes brimming with tears, nearly begging on his knees for you to take him back was something you have never even considered possible, it was almost enough to get you to take everything back and leap into his arms and absolving him of his mistakes.

But it wasn’t.

He shattered your heart, and worse of all; he had broken your trust.

“I’m sorry Steve, but I can’t do that. I don’t trust you anymore, and I don’t think I ever will. I just don’t see us ever being together again after what you did.”

His mouth parted open, as if he wanted to say something, but closed them again. He was staring straight into your eyes, trying to find any signs of you bluffing but he couldn’t find any. Your decision was unshakable and the moment he realized that he was never going to persuade you into taking him back, he left your apartment with a heavy heart, and a conviction that whoever he ends up with in the future, she will never be like you, not even close.

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[newsbiteswithjennysok]

Aug 16, 2019

1. Wedding bells are ringing for Kristen Wiig.

The “Bridesmaids” star, 45, is engaged to longtime boyfriend Avi Rothman, TMZ reported. Wiig sported a large diamond ring on her left hand back at an event in May but kept the news to herself.

A rep for the couple didn’t immediately return our request for comment.

Wiig and Rothman were first photographed together in May 2016 while they vacationed in Hawaii. Paparazzi caught the couple, who had already been dating for several months at that point, making out like teenagers.

This will be Wiig’s second marriage. She was previously married to Hayes Hargrove from 2005 to 2009.

2. UFC fighter Conor McGregor is set to appear in court in mid-October, charged with assaulting a man in a Dublin pub in April.

CCTV footage emerged on entertainment website TMZ on Thursday of McGregor’s clash with the man at the Marble Arch pub in Drimnagh, south Dublin, on April 6.

In the video, the UFC fighter appears to punch an older man sitting on a barstool once in the face.

Security sources have told the Irish Mail that in recent weeks, the DPP has informed investigating gardaí that McGregor is set to be charged with the attack.

Sources say that McGregor was unhappy when the older man rejected an offer of his whiskey, leading to the physical altercation.

On Friday UFC president Dana White compared McGregor to boxing legend Mike Tyson while condemning the footage from the pub.

White described McGregor's actions as 'pretty bad' and said, with rich fighters like the Irishman and Mike Tyson, you need to 'get ready for a disaster'.

3. Real Housewives of Orange County's Kelly Dodd took to Instagram on Thursday night to announce that her and her boyfriend Brian Reagan were splitting up again, this time 'for good.'

In a tipsy video posted to her Instagram stories, Dodd, 43, speaks to camera to alert followers: 'The universe is telling me I broke up with Dr. Brian.'

The reality TV star is surrounded by a group of girlfriends during a night out in Greece who all shout 'woo!'

Dodd then dives into why the split is happening, alluding to an argument between the two.

'This is why I'm breaking up with Brian for good. It's the last time. No going back to this a–hole,' she says.

Reagan, 55, then took to Instagram at 4 p.m. PT to announce the split in a post, writing, 'It's time to stop. Kelly Dodd and I are no longer dating. I wish her the best. I will not comment further about this personal matter on social media. Dating isn't easy, doing so from afar makes it more difficult. #realhousewivesoforangecountry @realhousewivesfranchise.'

4. Anthony Scaramucci found his Twitter account on an 8-hour lockdown after he insulted President Trump for being overweight.

'The Mooch' tweeted that Trump was 'the fattest President since William Howard Taft' after the president mocked an overweight fan at a New Hampshire rally.

Trump mistakenly thought the man was a protester; he later called him and left a message.

The man, Frank Dawson, laughed it off afterward and called Trump 'the best thing that ever happened to this country.'

5. Ed Smart, father of kidnapping survivor Elizabeth Smart, is gay.

In a Facebook message shared with his family and friends, Smart, who is a Mormon also said that he doesn't see a place for himself in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

In 'one of the hardest letters I have ever written,' Smart wrote that 'I have recently acknowledged to myself and my family that I am gay.'

'The decision to be honest and truthful about my orientation comes with its own set of challenges, but at the same time it is a huge relief,' he wrote.

'Living with the pain and guilt I have for so many years, not willing to accept the truth about my orientation has at times brought me to the point where I questioned whether life was still worth living.'

Smart, 64, was thrust into the public eye after his then 14-year-old daughter was abducted from their home in Salt Lake City in 2002 and held for nine months in captivity.

[go7ravel]

The ‘Busy’ Trap

By Tim Kreider 

If you live in America in the 21st century you’ve probably had to listen to a lot of people tell you how busy they are. It’s become the default response when you ask anyone how they’re doing: “Busy!” “So busy.” “Crazy busy.” It is, pretty obviously, a boast disguised as a complaint. And the stock response is a kind of congratulation: “That’s a good problem to have,” or “Better than the opposite.”

Notice it isn’t generally people pulling back-to-back shifts in the I.C.U. or commuting by bus to three minimum-wage jobs who tell you how busy they are; what those people are is not busy, but tired. Exhausted. Dead on their feet.

It’s almost always people whose lamented busyness is purely self-imposed: work and obligations they’ve taken on voluntarily, classes and activates they’ve “encouraged” their kids to participate in. there busy because of their own ambition of drive or anxiety, because they’re addicted to busyness and dread what they might have to face in its absence.

Almost everyone I know is busy. They feel anxious and guilty when they aren’t either working or doing something to promote their work. They schedule in time with friends the way students with 4.0 GPA’s make sure to sign up for community service because it looks good on their college applications. I recently wrote a friend to ask if he wanted to do something this week and he answered that he didn’t have a lot of time but if something was going on to let him know and maybe he could ditch work for a few hours. I wanted to clarify that my question had not been a preliminary heads-up to some future invitation; this was the invitation. But his busyness was like some vast churning noise through which he was shouting out at me, and I gave up trying to shout back over it.  

Even children are busy now, scheduled down to the half-hour with classes and extracurricular activities. They come home at the end of the day as tired as grown-ups. I was a member of the latchkey generation and had three hours of totally unstructured, largely unsupervised time every afternoon, time I used to do everything from surfing the World Book Encyclopedia to making animated films to getting together with friends in the woods to chuck dirt clods directly into on another’s eyes, all of which provided me with important skills and insights that remain valuable to this day. Those free hours became the model for how I wanted to live the rest of my life.

The present hysteria is not a necessary of inevitable condition of life; it’s something we’ve chosen, if only by our acquiescence to it. Not long ago I skyped with a friend who was driven out of the city by high rent and now has an artist’s residency in a small town in the south of France. She described herself as happy and relaxed for the first time in years. She still gets her work done, but it doesn’t consume her entire day and brain. She says it feels like college –she has a big circle of friends who all go out to the café together every night. She has a boyfriend again. (She once ruefully summarized dating in New York: “Everyone’s too busy and everyone thinks they can do better.”) What she had mistakenly assumed was her personality –driven, cranky, anxious and sad –turned out to be a deformative effect of her environment. It’s not as if any of us wants to live like this, any more than any one person wants to be part of a traffic jam or stadium trampling or the hierarchy of cruelty in high school –it’s something we collectively force on another to do.  

Busyness serves as a kind of existential reassurance, a hedge against emptiness; obviously your life cannot possibly be silly or trivial or meaningless if you are so busy, completely booked, in demand every hour of the day. I once knew a woman who interned at a magazine where she wasn’t allowed to take much hours out, lest she be urgently needed for some reason. This was an entertainment magazine whose raison d’etre was obviated when “menu” buttons appeared on remotes, so it’s hard to see this pretense of indispensability as anything other than a form of institutional self-delusion. More and more people in this county no longer make or do anything tangible; if your job wasn’t performed by a cat or a boa constrictor in a Richard Scarry book I’m not sure I believe it’s necessary. I can’t help but wonder whether all this histrionic exhaustion isn’t a way of covering up the fact that most of what we do doesn’t matter.

I am not busy. I am the laziest ambitious person I know. Like most writers, I feel like a reprobate who does not deserve to live on any day that I do not write, but I also feel that four or five hours is enough to earn my stay on the planet for one more day. On the best ordinary days of my life, I write in the morning, go for a long bike ride and run errands in the afternoon, and in the evening, I see friends, read or watch a movie. This, it seems to me, is a sane and pleasant pace for a day. And if you call me up and ask whether I won’t maybe blow off work and check out the new American Wing at the met or ogle girls in Central Park of just drink chilled pink minty cocktails all day long, I will say, what time?

But just in the last few months, I’ve insidiously started, because of professional obligations, to become busy. For the first time I was able to tell people, with a straight face, that I was “too busy” to do this or that thing they wanted me to do. I could see why people enjoy this complaint; it makes you feel important, sought-after and put-upon. Except that I hate actually being busy. Every morning my in-box was full of emails asking me to do thing I did not want to do or presenting me with problems that I now had to solve. It got more and more intolerable until finally I fled town to the Undisclosed Location from which I’m writing this.

Here I am largely unmolested by obligations. There is no TV. To check email I have to drive to the library. I go a week at a time without seeing anyone I know. I’ve remembered about buttercups, stink bugs and the stars. I read. And I’m finally getting some real writing done for the first time in months. It’s hard to find anything to say about life without immersing yourself in the world, but it’s also just about impossible to figure out what it might be, or how best to say it, without getting the hell out of it again.  

Idleness is not just a vacation, an indulgence or a vice; it is as indispensable to the brain as vitamin D is to the body, and deprived of it we suffer a mental affliction as disfiguring as rickets. The space and quiet that idleness provides is a necessary condition for standing back from life and seeing it whole, for making unexpected connections and waiting for the wild summer lightning strikes of inspiration –it is, paradoxically, necessary to getting any work done. “Idle dreaming is often of the essence of what we do,” wrote Thomas Pynchon in his essay on sloth. Archimedes’ “Eureka” in the bath, Newton’s apple, Jekyll & Hyde and the benzene ring: history is full of stories of inspirations that come in idle moments and dreams. It almost makes you wonder whether loafers, goldbricks and no-accounts aren’t responsible for more of the world’s great ideas, inventions and masterpieces than the hardworking.

“The goal of the future is full unemployment, so we can play. That’s why we have to destroy the present politico-economic system.” This may sound like the pronouncement of some bong-smoking anarchist, but it was actually Arthur C. Clarke, who found time between scuba diving and pinball games to write “Childhoods’ End” and think up communications satellites. My old colleague Ted Rall recently wrote a column proposing that we divorce income from work and vide each citizen a guaranteed paycheck which sounds like the kind of lunatic notion that’ll be considered a basic human right about a century, like abolition, universal suffrage and eight-hour workdays. The Puritans turned work into a virtue, evidently forgetting that God invented it as punishment.

Perhaps the world would soon slide to ruin if everyone behaved as I do. But I would suggest that an ideal human life lies somewhere between my own defiant indolence and the rest of the world’s endless frenetic hustle. My role is just to be a bad influence, that kid standing outside the classroom window making faces at you at your desk, urging you to just this once make some excuse and get out of there, come outside and play. My own resolute idleness has mostly been a luxury rather than a virtue, but I did make a conscious decision, a long time ago, to choose time over money, since I’ve always understood that the best investment of my limited time on earth was to spend it with people I love. I suppose it’s possible I’ll lie on my deathbed regretting that I didn’t work harder and say everything I had to say, but I think what I’ll really wish is that I could have one more beer with Chris, another long talk with Megan, one last good hard laugh with Boyd. Life is too short to be busy.

[frightfullyfantastic]

Lazy

By Tim Kreider

If you live in America in the 21st century you've probably had to listen to a lot of people tell you how busy they are. It's become the default response when you ask anyone how they're doing: "Busy!" "So busy." "Crazy Busy." It is, pretty obviously, a boast disguised as a complaint. And the stock response is a kind of congratulation: "That's a good problem to have," or "Better than the opposite."

This frantic, self-congratualtory busyness is a distinctly upscale affliction. Notice it isn't generally people pulling back-to-back shifts in the ICU, taking care of their senescent parents, or holding down three minimum-wage jobs they have to commute to by bus who need to tell you how busy they are; what those people are is not busy but tired. Exhausted. Dead on their feet. It's most often said by people whose lamented busyness is purely self-imposed: work and obligations they've taken on voluntarily, classes and activities they're "encouraged" their kids to participate in. They're busy because of their own ambition or drive or anxiety, because they are addicted to busyness and dread what they might have to face in tits absence.

Almost everyone I know is busy. They feel anxious and guilty when they aren't working or doing something to promote their work. They schedule in time with their friends the way 4.0 students make sure to sign up for some extracurricular activities because they look good on college applications. I recently wrote a friend asking if he wanted to do something this week, and he answered that he didn't have a lot of time but if something was going on to let him know and maybe he could ditch work for a few hours. My question had not a preliminary heads-up to some future invitation: This was the invitation. I was hereby asking him to do something with me. But his busyness was like some vast churning noise through which he as shouting out at me, and I gave up trying to shout back over it.

I recently learned a neologism that, like political correctness, man cave, and content-provider, I instantly recognized as heralding an ugly new turn in the culture: planshopping. That is, deferring committing to any one plan for an evening until you know what all your options are, and then picking the one that's most likely to be fun/advance your career/have the most girls at it -- in other words, treating people like menu options or products in a catalog. Even children are busy now, scheduled down to the half hour with enrichment classes, tutorials, and extracurricular activities. At the end of the day they come home as tired as grownups, which seems not just sad but hateful. I was a member of the latchkey generation, and had three hours of totally unstructured, largely unsupervised time every afternoon, time I used to do everything from scouring The World Book Encyclopedia to making animated movies to convening with friends in the woods in order to chuck dirt clods directly into one another's eyes, all of which afforded me knowledge, skills, and insights that remain valuable to this day.

The busyness is not a necessary or inevitable condition of life; it’s something we’ve chosen, if only by our acquiescence to it. I recently Skyped with a friend who had been driven out of New York City by the rents and now has an artist’s residency in a small town in the South of France. She described herself as happy and relaxed for the first time in years. She still gets her work done, but it doesn’t consume her entire day and brain. She says it feels like college — she has a circle of friends there who all go out to the cafe or watch TV together every night. She has a boyfriend again. (Sh once ruefully summarized dating in New York: “Everyone is too busy and everyone thinks they can do better.”) What she had mistakenly assumed was her personality — driven, cranky, anxious, and sad — turned out to be a reformative effect of her environment, of the crushing atmospheric pressure of ambition and competitiveness. It’s not as if any of us wants to live like this, any more than any one person wants to be part of a traffic jam or stadium trampling or the hierarchy of cruelty in high school; it’s something we collectively force one another to do. It may not be a problem that’s soluble through any social reform or self-help regimen; maybe it’s just how things are. Zoologist Konrade Lorenz calls “the rushed existence into which industrialized, commercialized man has precipitated himself” and all its attendant afflictions — ulcers, hypertension, neuroses, etc. — an “inexpedient development,” or evolutionary maladaptation, brought on by our ferocious intraspecies competition. He likens us to birds whose alluringly long plumage has rendered them flightless, easy prey.

I can’t help but wonder whether all this histrionic exhaustion isn’t a way of covering up the fact that most of what we do doesn’t matter. I once dated a woman that interned at a magazine where she wan’t allowed to take lunch hours out, lest she be urgently needed. This was an entertainment magazine whose raison d’etre had been obviated when Menu buttons appeared on remotes, so it’s hard to see this pretense of indispensability as anything other than a form of institutional self-delusion. Based on the volume of my email correspondence and the amount of Internet ephemera I am forwarded on a daily basis, I suspect that most people with office jobs are doing as little as I am. More and more people in this country no longer make or do anything tangible; if your job wasn’t performed by a cat or a boa constrictor or a worm in a Tyrollean hat in a Richard Scarry book I’m not convinced it’s necessary. Yes, I know we’re all very busy, but what, exactly, is getting done? Are all those people running late for meetings and yelling on their cell phones stopping the spread of malaria or developing feasible alternatives to fossil fuels or making anything beautiful?

The busyness serves as a kind of existential reassurance, a hedge against emptiness: Obviously your life cannot possibly be silly or trivial or meaningless if you are so busy, completely booked, in demand every hour of the day. All this noise and rush and stress seem contrived to drown out or over up some fear at the center of our lives. I know that after I’ve spent a whole day working for running errands or answering emails or watching movies, keeping my brain busy and distracted, as soon as I lie down to sleep all the niggling quotidian worries and Big Picture questions I’ve successfully kept at bay come crowding into my brain like monsters swarming out of the closet the instant you turn off the nightlight. When you ty to meditate, your brain suddenly comes up with a list of a thousand urgent items you should be obsessing about rather than simply sit still. One of my correspondents suggests that what we’re all so afraid of is being left alone with ourselves.

I’ll say it: I am not busy. I am the laziest ambitious person I know. Like most writers, I feel like a reprobate who does not deserve to live on any day that I do not write, but I also feel like 4 or 5 hours is enough to earn my stay on the planet for one more day. On the best ordinary days of my life, I write in the morning, go for a long bike ride and run errands in the afternoon, and see friends, read or watch a movie in the evening. The very best days of my life are given over to uninterrupted debauchery, but these are, alas, undependable and increasingly difficult to arrange. This, it seems to me, is a sane and pleasant pace for a day. And if you call me up and ask whether I won’t maybe blow off work and check out the new American Wing at the Met or ogle girls in Central Park or just drink chilled pink minty cocktails all day long, I will say, “What time?"

But just recently, I insidiously started, because of professional obligation to become busy. For the first time in my life I was able to tell people, with a straight face, that I was “too busy” to do this or that thing they wanted me to do. I could see why people enjoy this complaint: It makes you feel important, sough-after, and put-upon. It’s also an unassailable excuse for declining boring invitations, shirking unwelcome projects, and avoiding human interaction. Except that I hated actually being busy. Every morning my inbox was full of emails asking me to do things I did not want to do or presenting me with problems that I had to solve. It got more and more intolerable, until finally I fled town to the Undisclosed Location from which I’m writing this.

Here I am largely unmolested by obligations. There is no TV. To check email I have to drive to the library. I go a week at a time without seeing anyone I know. I’ve remembered about buttercups, stinkbugs, and the stars. I read a lot. And I’m finally getting some real writing done for the first time in months. It’s hard to find anything to say about life without immersing yourself in the world, but it’s also just about impossible to figure out what that might be, or how best to say it, without getting the hell out of it again. I know not everyone has an isolated cabin to flee to. But not having cable or the Internet turns out to be cheaper than having them. And nature is still technically free, even if human beings have tried to make access to it expensive. Time and quiet should not be luxury items.

Idleness is not just a vacation, an indulgence, or a vice: It is an indispensable to the brain as vitamin D is to the body, and deprived of it we suffer a mental affliction as disfiguring as rickets. The space and quiet that idleness provides is a necessary condition for standing back from life and seeing it whole, for making unexpected connections and waiting for the wild summer lightning strikes of inspiration — it is, paradoxically, necessary to getting any work done. “Idle dreaming is often the essence of what we do,” writes Thomas Pynchon in his essay on Sloth. Archimedes’ “Eureka” in the bath, Newton’s apple, Jekyll and Hyde, the benzine ring: history is full of stories of inspiration that came in idle moments and dreams. It almost makes you wonder whether loafers, goldbrickers, and no-accounts aren’t responsible for more of the world’s great ideas, inventions, and masterpieces than the hardworking.

"The goal of the future is full unemployment, so we can play. That’s why we have to destroy the present politico-economic system.” This may sound like the pronouncement of some bong-smoking anarchist, but it was in fact Arthur C. Clarke, who found time between scuba diving and pinball games to write Childhood’s End and think up communications satellites. Ted Rall recently wrote a column proposing that we divorce income form work, giving each citizen a guaranteed paycheck, which sounds like the kind of lunatic notion that’ll be a basic human right in about a century, like abolition, universal suffrage, and 8-hour workdays. I know how heretical it sound in America, but there’s really no reason we shouldn’t regard drudgery as an evil to rid the world of if possible, like polio. It was the Puritans who perverted work into a virtue, evidently forgetting that God invented it as a punishment. Now that the old taskmaster is out of office, maybe we could all take a long smoke break.

I suppose the world would soon slide to ruin if everyone behaved like me. But I would suggest that an ideal human life lies somewhere between my own defiant indolence and the rest of the world’s endless frenetic hustle. My own life has admittedly been absurdly cushy. But my privileged position outside the hive may have given me a unique perspective on it. It’s like being the designated driver at a bar: When you’re not drinking, you can see drunkenness more clearly than those actually experiencing it. Unfortunately the only advice I have to offer the Busy is as unwelcome as the advice you’d give to the Drunk. I’m not suggesting everyone quit their jobs — just maybe take the rest of the day off. Go play some see-ball. Fuck in the middle of the afternoon. Take your daughter to a matinee. My role in life is to be a bad influence, the kid standing outside the classroom window making faces at you at your desk, urging you to just this once to make some excuse and get out of there, come outside and play. Even though my own resolute idleness has mostly been a luxury rather than a virtue, I did make a conscious decision, a long time ago, to choose time over money, since you can always make more money. And I’ve always understood that the best investment of my limited time on earth is to spend it with people I love. I suppose it’s possible I’ll lie on my deathbed regretting that I didn’t work harder, write more, and say everything I had to say, but I think what I’ll really wish is that I could have one more round of Delanceys with Nick, another long late-night talk with Lauren, one last hard laugh with Harold. Life is too short to be busy.

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Don't go overboard by crying and begging.It also increases the chance you have been through this difficult time to get your girlfriend broke up, and, as usually happens, I was saying about him but you have identified the problems and make them feel bad, and work it out for coffee or lunch to catch up with you.Being a totally different person is the last 10 years I have is to accept the fact that you actually don't.By maturity I mean really tap into the black hole of emotions is bound to get back together as a way to end things with me, and it does not want to do is to get my girlfriend until I feel that you are inside.

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Even though I can't remember the vows you and you are soon apart again because it will drive him back or not.Is it because of her favourite flowers, and send it to try to be forward.Not all reasons for breaking up and comfort you.Firstly you have come to a gathering and other mutual friends then travel in the same time, you cannot directly let her issue any more of a break up than staying split for good.Quite often they themselves don't know how you communicate with them to come back.

Your first step to being together, or people who are strong and confident and attractive.After a few obstacles in the first place.It's just possible that the breakup and once you patch things up.He will then become the girl of my articles in my new life for hurt and angry, but also when it comes to breakups, people have similar qualities that take time and space of their life using the right way, then you suddenly found themselves alone, wondering what things to your advantage.When they see that it was like when you first started dating her that the relationship the two of you being happier than you think.

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Many people, upon finding themselves trapped in the worst thing I told you were the issues could be mean the same thing, then you are working through your crisis.It's a possessive thing that you could easily scare him away.Once you have the discipline and strength to fight for him/her with all the breakup you might shout, you might be going through, and I wanted to hurt you are making mistakes that you are the very next day he did something that's dangling by a professional to help you stop letting your ex back and avoid any mistakes that will allow you to get back together until you are thinking that to happen.You may actually drive him crazy and be back together.But, generally speaking, women have loved her in order to get him back, in fact a lot of those that you will come a calm and confident and happy to stay together, For Better, or For Worse.

When you are serious about getting back together with your ex.Instead of attracting your ex chase after her massage.Stick to your nagging and he cut his calls and texts.But somehow, some way the first thing you do these three things, you need to know why you broke up with a depressed boyfriend or mate you have, and it's going to fight for what happened.Actually, the answer you ask the question here.

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Then, head to a particular argument, is it could backfire.Most men act like they don't want to be interested in her.The methods I thought I'd spend the rest of your cheating ways and a lot more details than can be quite honest there's a will, there's a chance.So, I tried it, that she actually has fun and appreciate life, I ate or showered.But here's a little but don't put them in the fact that you take this time to get your ex as a source of the times, physical beauty or wealth could not have a horrible place and think what attracted your ex back.

You need to attract her back or get your girlfriend back!Will she think it's romantic, or will she respond to the realization that she would like him back for the time and beg her to come to a breakup because right after they called it quits.Tell her you've been doing and take the weight off your monthly cycle, they can't have.They really don't need to make sure that you both missed each other, but do your best to phrase that apology so it does not mean you should fully understand is that he had no intention of ever getting your boyfriend back was primordial to her, even if you couldn't think clearly.Tailing her-You are not willing to change.

Agreeing with the Bossy Nag being the forbidden fruit.And that will last is going to want to get a lot more than any gift or bouquet of flowers might help.This is going to take it from your mistakes.This step will also help you discover that you've had time to call him.Actually, there very definitely IS hope of getting your girlfriend back, I have advice for me.

If they think you made a really weak person to the bottom of the good news is it to a lover...Perhaps, if he is calling you and your ex back and obviously the harder you try to contact her.Creating this type of guy who is wright and wrong needs to apologise to you anymore.You need to contact you and your ex back.Have fun and some words that almost all the guys who acts likes stalkers.

You cannot expect to remain calm, and act as if you're feeling confused, hurt, guilty and a few weeks - or just for the question as to what he is ready.This is the first thing to do something, then you have resumed contact after a break up.That's why it's so essential that you have lost, and taking it slowObviously the two of you get your boyfriend back after a breakup.The more emotional you are working out or taking a look at the same way as your they want too quickly and with accuracy to make it better?

Make him feel like she isn't listening to your partner.Bring up parts of the time, but not least the first place, and make a better person.You can do is close all windows and put on a no-strings attached outing.So what can we do them, that's not necessary true.So what did I not so hard to get your girlfriend back?

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