#we’re partners in every other way why not try romantically. haha. (so nervous he’s about to vomit)

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Me: this one will be a slow burn I think

Eddie Diaz: no actually i need to tell him i love him immediately

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Hii<3 Can i request a NSFW alphabet for aged up Leo Valdez?

pairing: leo valdez (18+) x fem!reader

warnings: smut → NSFW alphabet

headcanon

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

omg leo is very big on aftercare

he'd run you a bath, clean you up, make you tea - literally will anything to make sure you're feeling okay (especially if the sex was super rough too lol)

he loves pleasing you in every which way and of course this includes looking after you before, during and after sex

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

thighs!!!!

Leo loves being between them

whether you're laying on your back or on a chair and he's eating you out

or you're sitting on his face (a big turn on for him btw)

he loves when you wrap your legs around his waist when he fucks you

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

i've spoken about this before (here), but leo loves denying your orgasm

why? because the way you scream, beg and fall to his utter mercy to let you cum - the way your legs, and whole body for that matter, completely shake as you cum

i feel like he'd try and get you to squirt??

like he wouldn't be mad if you couldn't - but that can't stop him from at least trying, right?

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

omg so idk if you guys will agree, but i feel like he might have a thing for seeing you in the camp half-blood shirt lol

but i can definitely imagine him having a thing for seeing you in his clothing though lol

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i would not not very before he met you

like the most he'd probably have done would be making out with someone

and then when you and him go together, y'all just really went out and tried everything

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

okay so i'd say a few:

classic missonary

doggy

face riding!

maybe even reverse cowgirl too omg

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

i've also mentioned this before, but leo would have such a sultry sense of humour (here's what i wrote in "what sex would like with leo"):

"he doesn’t take things too seriously, and would crack a joke in between to lighten the mood if things got too nerve wrecking - especially throughout the first few times of the two of you having sex

he’d have a sultry sense of humour too - one that is shown throughout the books too (though to a lesser extend given it’s a children’s novel lmao - imagine how he’d be if it was a ya book ahah)"

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

idk i'd say pretty groomed

leo looks like the type of person to care for his looks lol

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

i've also mentioned this before, where sex with leo is not always rough and kinky

sometimes, it's slow and sensual

moments where you're holding each other close, whispering praises and sweet things in each other's ears

nothing but love

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

idk i feel like he doesn't feel the need since he has you??

but it's when you're out of town or swamped with college stuff and neither of you can see each other will he jack off

haha omg of course he'd send a sneaky video to you lmao

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

hair pulling

semi-public sex

leo's both a giver and a receiver lol

i can imagine he'd like cockwarming too

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

in either of you cabins!!

the couch of your apartment (especially when you're supposed to be doing a college assignment)

restaurant restroom (i mean who can blame him when you look so damn gorgeous?!)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

when you win a fight (especially against clarisse lol)

sparring with him

when you lift your arms up to fix your hair and the bottom of your shift rises so he can see your stomach

literally anything you do lmao

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

definitely anything you're not comfortable with lol

idk really because i feel like he's openminded and up for trying anything at least once

but i mean if it had to be at least one thing he would not try i'd probs be anal idk?

or maybe degrading idk - depends how you feel about that

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

homeboy would eat you out as if his life depended on it

he'd suck, lick, kiss your clit - he'd do anything to get to taste you

but i mean as much as leo loves eating you out, he loves when you go down on him

my god, he'd have his head tilted back as little pants and moans escape his lips

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

i think usual sex with leo would be rough and hard, incorporating some kinks here and there

idk i feel like it'll be unpredictable and depending on mood

if you've been on a date, leo would love to spend the time to worship your body for all its glory

he'd be slow, sensual, extra loving

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

hahah omg yes always lol

before training, after training

if you're on a quest with him and the others, being in your own hotel room with him

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

um yes!

leo would at least like to try anything at least once

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

oh girl, leo would go until you're completely fucked out lol

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

vibrators, cuffs, maybe even gags are what i'd imagine him to be into

he'd introduce them to you slowly, asking your general opinion on them before even consider buying one

and then one day he bought a cute wand vibrator and when he showed it to you, you were so excited to try it

"but babe, we're gonna have to charge it first," he chuckled at your eagerness

"ugh fine, just eat me out then."

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

leo is such a tease.

i've spoken about this before, but with his sultry humour and kink for begging, the bitch would love to tease the shit out of you

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

i'd imagine grunts in your ear, gradually growing louder the closer the got to his orgasm

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

leo can be really nervous at times

especially when trying out new things

i feel like he's scared that he'll break you or something

or maybe do something that'll really hurt you

so he's sometimes a little too cautious

and it's not until you reassure him again and again that you're okay, that he'll calm down a little lol

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

leo is one toned boy okay

and idk i feel like he'd love when you rub your hands over his stomach (especially when you ride him lol)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

idk i'd say pretty high but he's always patient with you

if you weren't in the mood, he'd respect that and not try and do anything

though i can imagine him being pretty needy though

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

i feel like it depends on what the sex was like

if it was slow and sensual, probably pretty quickly as he'd spoon you

but if it was rough, he'd probably wait for you to fall asleep first so he can get some reassurance that you're definitely okay and not uncomfortable from how rough he was

i can imagine lots of forehead kisses and playing of hair here too

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“Gravitate”

A fic I wrote for the @yamakagezine years ago and forgot to post, whoops haha. Hope you enjoy!!

~*~

It was a crisp Sunday in March; the kind of day where you’re not sure  whether you need a coat or not. The sakura trees had yet to bloom, and the  frost of February still lingered. This was one of Tadashi’s favorite times of  the year; he liked the chill before everything bloomed. 

However, Tadashi was not enjoying the cool weather at the moment, as  he was currently inside, piling bread onto a plastic tray. 

“It feels like just yesterday we were nervous about our first practice  match against Seijou, and here we are,” Tadashi began to lament. 

“...We’re in a cafe, Tadashi.” 

“You know what I mean!” Tadashi said with a huff. He was almost  tempted to say his boyfriend was being snarky, but in reality, it was just Tobio being… Tobio. 

When Tobio titled his head to the side slightly in a way that made it look like a giant question mark was floating over his head, Tadashi could not find it in himself to be exasperated. 

“Y’know, as in we’re here as third years, about ready to graduate and move on with our lives, that kinda thing.” 

The giant question mark dissipated over Tobio’s head (quite a feat, since  it was invisible to begin with), but was quickly replaced by an equally invisible exclamation mark. 

“I was never nervous about the match against Oik- Seijou,” Tobio retorted to Tadashi’s previous remark.  

“Well, you’re never nervous about anything.” 

Tobio didn���t respond to this, as they got to the cashier. Tadashi set a chocolate cornet and a red bean roll, which he had gotten for himself, and  Tobio’s melon bread and taro bun on the counter while Tobio ordered their usual drinks; a hazelnut latte for Tadashi and a matcha latte for himself.  

They scoped out their usual table by the second window to the right, and once they sat down Tobio said; “Well, some things make me nervous.” 

“Yeah? Like what?” 

“Like… passing tests, not being able to play volleyball, possibilities of  injuries… askingyouout.” The last few words were mumbled, but Tadashi  caught them anyway,  

“Awww, really? Asking me out made you nervous? But you didn’t even-” 

“I know I didn’t! Because I was nervous!” 

“There was no way you were more nervous than I was! Wait, then is  that why Shouyou-” 

“Yeah,” Tobio interjected. “Because I couldn’t do it.” 

“That-- this makes more sense now. Though, y’know, it’s not like I could’ve either.” 

Tadashi unwrapped his cornet and took a bite, now thinking back  to when their relationship had begun. If he were being honest, their  relationship definitely had an unusual start.  

Tadashi was pulled back to almost three years ago, when he’d first  joined Karasuno’s volleyball team, to when he’d first met the briskly terrifying force of nature that was Kageyama Tobio. 

~*~

Tadashi hadn’t been the only one blown away by Kageyama, but he felt like he was being affected more strongly. His heartbeat skittered whenever he was around him, something that he hadn’t experienced before. At first Tadashi was concerned that perhaps he was showing premature signs for cardiovascular disease, but when he confided this to Tsukki, he’d been met with a scoff and an eyeroll.  

“This is why feelings are stupid,” Tsukki had said. 

Whatever the hell he’d meant by that. 

After a few weeks (and a few hours on WebMD), Tadashi came to the  conclusion he wasn’t at risk of heart disease. He poured his anxiety into volleyball, and found relief in striving to be the best player he could be, drawing heavy inspiration from a certain setter.  

With every successful jump serve he made, the thought that often crossed his mind was-- 

I hope he notices. 

Months passed though, and Kageyama didn’t seem to pay any more  attention to Tadashi than he did anyone else. Tadashi tried not to take it personally.  

~*~

“He’s just so cool,” Tadashi said wistfully one day in autumn as he and Hinata sat on the steps outside the gym before practice. Tadashi was  eating a convenience store onigiri and sipping apple juice while Hinata was  bouncing a volleyball on his arms, focus sharp. 

“Yeah, he is, you should ask him out,” Hinata replied, still bouncing the  volleyball. 

Tadashi promptly spat out his juice. “I can’t do that!” 

“Why not? You’re just as cool!” 

“I’m… I’m really not. Thanks, though,” Tadashi said sheepishly. 

“Why do you think you’re not cool?” Hinata asked, catching the volleyball as he looked at Tadashi. 

Tadashi couldn’t find the words to articulate that he felt like he was floating in space when he was around Kageyama; he was a scattered  meteor, helpless to the gravitational pull of Planet Tobio.  

...That sounded kind of odd, but still.  

Tadashi sighed. There was no way he could tell Hinata all that, so instead he just said; “I don’t know.” 

“Well, I think you’re cool! You work really hard, you know? Plus you’re super nice, even though people wouldn’t think that ‘cause you hang out with Tsukishima so much.” 

Tadashi snickered. Hinata just said whatever was on his mind. 

Maybe he should, too.  

~*~

About a week after Shouyou had suggested that Yamaguchi should ask  Kageyama out, he found none other than Kageyama by his side as they were cleaning up after practice. Tsukishima and Yamaguchi had finished  folding the nets early, leaving Hinata and Kageyama to sweep the floors.  “I feel… weird,” Tobio started, which made Shouyou jump a little because Kageyama hardly ever initiated the conversation.  

“You’re always weird, Bakayama-kun,” Shouyou replied. 

When no volleyball came hurtling at his head in response, Shouyou  knew something was wrong.  

“I think I like someone as much as I like volleyball,” Kageyama  muttered. 

Shouyou stopped mid-sweep. 

Kageyama? Talking about his feelings?  

This had to be serious. 

“So… who’s your someone?”  

“No one,” Kageyama said, immediately backing out. 

“It’s gotta be someone,” Shouyou insisted, trying not to bounce in excitement. 

“Nevermind,” Kageyama grumbled.  

“Is it me?” Shouyou teased. “Kageyama, please, I’m too dedicated to volleyball to be in a relationship.” 

“It’s not you!” Kageyama snapped. 

“Ouch,” Shouyou said, pretending to be hurt.  

Then, it came to him. 

“Is it Yamaguchi?”  

“No,” Kageyama said too quickly, turning bright red. 

Aha. 

Now Shouyou just had to find the right time to ask. 

~*~

The right time came a couple months later, after the intense training camp hosted at Shiratorizawa. Hinata and Yamaguchi were eating lunch together at Hinata’s desk while Tsukshima was listening to music in his and  Yamaguchi’s classroom. Meanwhile, Yachi was tutoring Kageyama in her classroom. 

“So how was the training camp, Hinata? Tsukki said it was lame and that you were annoying.” 

“Ugh, not as annoying as he is! He put in such minimal effort, you wouldn’t believe-” 

“I think I get the idea.” Yamaguchi laughed.  

“Anyway! Are you free this Saturday afternoon after practice?” 

“Yeah, why?” 

“Awesome! You’re gonna go on a date with Kageyama at Aki Cafe in Sendai! I booked your train tickets already, you’re welcome!”

“Oh ok, thanks-- wait, WHAT.” 

Shouyou grinned as Yamaguchi proceeded to panic, giving himself a  mental pat on the back. Man, was he the most awesome friend, or what! 

On the day of the date, Tadashi had to remind himself that ‘this is fine’ approximately 19 billion times.  

But what if Kageyama didn’t actually like him? I mean, why would he?  What the hell had Hinata been thinking?! 

~*~

The train ride was as awkward as he’d expected, honestly. Kageyama  wasn’t the most social of butterflies, but as soon as Tadashi brought up  their latest practice match against Datekou, one thing led to another and  soon they were talking about various ways they could demolish Datekou’s  Iron Wall. Tadashi loved when Kageyama talked about volleyball; he was  so passionate. Tadashi envied him a little, as he felt as though his passion  for anything could never match Kageyama’s. It was just another aspect of  him that drew Tadashi in.  

Tobio was surprised at how easily he could talk to Yamaguchi. He was  used to people not wanting to talk to him, ever, so this was an unusual, but  appreciated, change of pace.  

The train bumped along as they traveled towards their destination. Tobio didn’t have the faintest clue why Hinata had bought them both train tickets and given instructions on getting to a particular cafe, and he had  definitely considered declining when Hinata brought it up… until Hinata  mentioned that his travel partner would be Yamaguchi. 

Partner was a word reserved for someone you could completely trust, and Kageyama hadn’t felt a true connection like that until he’d met Hinata.  But then, how he felt about Hinata was vastly different from how he felt  about Yamaguchi. While he wanted Hinata to spike his tosses, he wanted Yamaguchi to hold his hand... or something. It was weird.  

They got lost on their way to the cafe Hinata had suggested. “We could just go to another one,” Tobio said as they took what was likely their eighth wrong turn. 

“But Hinata went through all the trouble of finding one, so we should  go!” Yamaguchi insisted. 

Tobio shrugged. As long as he was home in time for his 8 o’clock run  he was fine. It was only 1 o’clock now, so he should be good. He tried not  to think about spending seven hours with Yamaguchi. Surely it wouldn’t be  that long…? If it was, Tobio was in trouble. He might get the urge to do  something drastically romantic, like pat Yamaguchi on the shoulder.  

Tobio snapped out of his thoughts when Yamaguchi said suddenly;  “Oh, here it is!” 

Aki Cafe was a small building, nestled between a hair salon and an  ice cream parlor. The two walked in and were greeted by the smell of  cinnamon, vanilla, coffee, and at least nine other different scents. They  studied the menu together in silence, then picked up their bread and made  their order; they each got savory crepes. 

As they waited on their food at a table by the second window to the  right, they fell into awkward silence. The waitress brought them a pitcher  of water and glasses, which was a welcome distraction. They both then  sipped their water, with Tobio doing his best not to stare too much. He’d  never realized how many freckles Yamaguchi had. They were kind of cool.  Tobio began to wonder how many there were and oh god what was wrong  with him? 

Thankfully, Yamaguchi broke the silence by bringing up a homework  assignment that he’d recently struggled on, and they came to an agreement that math was indeed the Worst, and should be banned from school. The waitress came with their crepes. They thanked her, and began to eat. 

~*~

Think of something else to say, think of something else to say oh my god why  are you so awkward this is why no one really ever wants to hang out with you,  you don’t deserve- 

“You’ve- you’ve gotten really good at jump float serves,” Kageyama said  abruptly. 

Tadashi tried not to gape at him. Kageyama, the king of serves, was  complimenting him on his serves!? No way. 

“Uh, thank you,” Tadashi said. He was still pretty bad at taking  compliments. “You’re really amazing at serves too!”  

Kageyama seemed to be just as bad at taking compliments, but not in  an awkward way like Tadashi—more in a blunt, yet endearing sort of way.  “I still have a lot to improve on,” he said seriously. 

“Me too,” Tadashi said. “Maybe you could- maybe you could help me  practice sometime?” He winced, fully expecting Kageyama to decline. “Yeah, sure,” Kageyama said. 

Tadashi suddenly felt overwhelmed. Because extra practice with  Kageyama obviously meant spending more time with him, which meant  that Tadashi’s life would become far more complicated. He wasn’t sure how  much his heart - and his nerves - could take. 

“I’d really like that!” Tadashi responded, a little too loudly. “Me, too,” Kageyama said, giving a rare smile.  

To Tadashi, it felt special, somehow. Kageyama was smiling because  of him, and only to him- it felt intimate in a way. Tadashi grinned back,  feeling his heartstrings loosen and his nerves settle down. Maybe he could  handle more time with Kageyama after all. 

~*~

After they finished their crepes, Tobio suggested getting ice cream at  the parlor next door. He was still hungry, and anything milk-based was always a good thing. The parlor was really cool—various pictures hung on the walls, and the shiny tiled floor made it look like the shop was brand  new. The counter had a large display of at least 30 flavors of ice cream  on display behind clear glass. The signs above the counter showed that  the parlor also served soft serve, sundaes, and milkshakes. The friendly worker greeted them, and after some deliberation, both boys decided on  milkshakes- chocolate for Tobio, strawberry for Yamaguchi.  

They found a table near the corner of the parlor, milkshakes in hand.  As they sipped their milkshakes, Tobio couldn’t help but think; God, he’s pretty. 

Was “pretty” the right word, though? Maybe it should be handsome.  Either way, Tobio wanted to look at Yamaguchi more than he looked at a  volleyball. 

Something was really wrong with him.  

Yamaguchi was cool in a lot of ways, so maybe his line of thinking  was acceptable then…? In all honesty, Tobio had no clue. He was already subpar at best with friendships, never mind actual romantic relationships.  

He hadn’t even considered being in a relationship like that until, well…  when had he considered it first? Maybe when Yamaguchi made his first  successful jump float serve in practice?  

He didn’t know for sure, but he was certainly happy to be where he was  now. Yamaguchi looked a little anxious, but Tobio couldn’t be sure. He  gave a small, nervous smile, in hopes it would… do something. Maybe he was reading the situation wrong…? 

When Yamaguchi smiled back, though, he felt his heartbeat quicken, like he’d just run several sprints.  Tobio wasn’t sure if he would get used to this feeling, but his instincts told  him it was a feeling that would last.  

~*~

Tobio and Tadashi finished their bread at Aki Cafe, a sense of nostalgia still hovering between them. Tadashi thought maybe they were too young  to feel nostalgic about a relationship that was only a little over two years, but  the pull he felt on his heartstrings and the maybe-maybe-not tear in his eye felt differently. Tadashi tried to think of something to say as they started walking out of the cafe. This time, though, it was Tobio who initiated their conversation. 

“It’ll be… hard not seeing you every day,” Tobio admitted.  

“Nothing is ever hard for you, Tobio,” Tadashi assured him. 

“Except for not seeing you every day.” 

Tadashi really loved how straightforward Tobio was. He never left Tadashi guessing; he was always honest. 

The sun started setting as they meandered along the sidewalks of  Sendai, glowing red-orange in the cloudless sky. 

“I promise to come to all of your matches,” Tadashi said as they turned  a street corner.  

“I’d rather you promise to play.” 

“We’ll see.” 

“I’ll see you on the court, then,” Tobio said firmly. 

It was comforting how much Tobio believed in him. So, Tadashi  responded by laughing as he took Tobio’s hand, the two walking side by side, with no real destination in mind in the two hours they had before  their train home. It really didn’t matter where they went though; they  would always gravitate back to each other in the end.

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Captain the Retired Police Dog Part 4

Back by popular demand here's Part 4. I just want to thank everybody for reading this. Also Shout out to all the Mummy fans and Maribat discord users thank y'all for hyping me up!

The next morning Damain met Marinette and Captain bright and early 

He was determined to make this day one of the best in Marinette’s life

He was so excited that he didn’t notice his brothers’ strange facsination with his plans

Jason:  So what’s your plan for today? How are you going to top last night’s  movie marthon?

Damain: Not that it’s any of your business, but Marinette, Captain, and I are going to the park where she met me as Damain, then the botanical gardens, and then we’re going to explore the city some more.

Dick:  Not bringing Titus with you this time, Baby Bird?

Damain:  He’s still exsahuted from the late night last night.

Bruce *drinking coffee*:  You should bring Ace with you then.  She needs a day out.

Ace who’s been sitting at Bruce’s feet shot her head up to look at him

Like she really wanted to be stuck with two love stuck teenagers and Titus’ friend

Damain:  Not a bad idea father.  Come on girl let’s head out

Ace just rolled her eyes but went with Damain either way 

 At worst she’ll get some exercise and out of the manor

At best she’ll make a new friend

Once Damain and Ace were out of the house and the other Wayne boys got to work

Dick: Alright men we can do this, all we have to do is decide when to ambush the happy couple.

Jason: I say we do it right when Demon Spawn picks up his Angel

Tim: No too dangerous.  He’ll spot us before she even gets out of her hotel

Dick: What about after the botanical gardens?  We can trail them from a distance until they get in the building then all we have to do is wait outside until they come out.

Jason: GENIUS! And there’s no way for him to avoid us.  

Alfred:  Don’t you have jobs to do

Dick:  We’re pulling a Bruce

Bruce glared at his 3 boys unamused 

Bruce: Just make sure to get plenty of pictures

Jason *saluting*:  Will do

With that the 3 adopted Waynes ran out to inact their plan

Alfred:  Are you sure this is wise sir?

Bruce: If they don’t push Damain we may never meet Marinette

In the hotel Marinette was getting ready for her date with Damain

Tikki: Don’t over think it too much Marinette, Damain really likes you I can tell.

Marinette:  I know Tikki, but I can’t help but be nervous.  What if I do something wrong and he never wants to see me again?

Tikki:  That’s just Lila getting into your head don’t let her.  You are one of the greatest ladybugs I have the priviledge of working with.  Anybody would be lucky to have you as a friend or a romantic partner

Marinette: Thanks Tikki. Your right like always.

Marinette head her phone ding with a notification

Marinette: It's Damian he's waiting for us in the lobby let's go Captain

Down in the lobby Damian was getting a taste of Lila

Lila was holding trying to get a hold of Damian's arm, but Ace was doing a good job at keeping the annoying girl at a distance

Lila: Oh what a beautiful dog. You know I do a lot of volunteer work in animal shelters with Damian Wayne. You know Dami's such an animal lover

Alya: Oh really Lila that's so giving of you.

Damian: You know Damian Wayne?

Lila: I know not many people know. But you probably think the worst of me thanks to Marinette. She's so cruel to me for no reason

Lila started to pretend cry making Alya and the rest of her sheep flock to comfort the "distressed" girl

Damian was in disbelief about how gullible Marinette's class seemed to be.

He was a little relieved to see that some of the class didn't see it buy it.

A blonde girl, pink hair girl, and Asian boy stood at a distance and just rolled their eyes

Chloe, Alix, and Kim have been disillusioned to Lila's lies

Chloe new from the very beginning just didn't see a reason to say anything

Alix and Kim found out over time, they felt like it was too late to do anything and feared ending up like Marinette

So they are biding their time waiting for the best time to exposed Lila

Damian was happy that they didn't fall for this girl's lies, but not so happy that they didn't speak up

Lila tried once again to grab onto Damian's arm, but Ace being the good girl she is growled a little at Lila who once again jumped back

Damian: Sorry about that Ace isn't good with sudden movements. As for Marinette she actually hasn't mentioned you. The only she she told me about anybody in her class was that she was here with them. She does speak a lot about her friends Luka and Kagami though

Lila was surprised she was sure she could use Marinette's whining against her

Lila: Oh how rude of Marinette-

Damian: Actually I don't see anything rude about not mentioning somebody who clearly wants to but her down.

At this point Marinette and Captain walked into the Lobby

Damian: Hey Angel

Damian pulled Marinette into a side hug and giving her a kiss to the side of her head being careful to keep the two dogs at a distance for now

Marinette *giggling*: Hey Damian. Who's this

Marinette looked down at the German Sheperd connected to Damian

Damian: This is Ace. Titus was still tired from last night and I didn't want Captain to get lonely and she could use a day out

Marinette: Well hello Ace

Marinette bent down slightly and let Ace sniff her hand

Ace gave her hand a little sniff, she decided to let the girl give her a pet

Not to mention Ace could sense that she was a lot better then that sausage hair girl

Marinette gave Ace a nice little head rub

Marinette: Well aren't you a pretty girl

Lila seethed in her place she tried to get that stupid dog to let her pet it 10 times, and Marinette just has to let it sniff her hand and it'll let her touch it

Damian: Come on Marinette I got a big day planned for us

Damian wrapped his arm around Marinette shoulder leading Marinette and their dogs out of the hotel, but he stopped right before the door

Damian: And Lila maybe you should make sure you know what a person looks like before you lie about them. I would suggest you look up what Damian Wayne looks like.

With that Damian, Marinette, and the 2 dogs left the hotel

Alix intrigued by Marinette's mysterious boys comment looked up Damian Wayne and burst out laughing

The others in the lobby looked at the pink hair girl in confusion

Alix: No wonder he warned you about looking people up.

Alix showed the picture on her phone to her classmates

Kim: Omg he was Damian Wayne!

Lila faced grew red and quickly tried to cover her tracks

Lila: Oh I must have gotten him confused with someone else. Haha you know I meet with soo many people

Lila's sheep laughed with her, but Lila could sense that she lost a little bit of her hold on them with that slip up

At the park

Marinette: You didn't have to do that Damian?

Damian: And why wouldn't I Angel. She tried to threaten you and she was stupid enough to try and use me to impress ME she deserved to be called out a bit.

Marinette and Damian kept talking while Captain and Ace got to know eachother

Captain had to admit he was a bit smittened by this German sheperd

She looked gorgeous and had a good head on her shoulders

But most importantly he could tell she loved her humans just as much as he loved his

Ace: So you really us to be a police dog?

Captain trying to impress Ace: Yep and I still remember all my training. My girl and I run through courses on the weekends to keep it up, but enough about me tell me about you.

Ace in a bit of a flirty tone: Well I don't mean to brag, but me and my humans go through a lot of training too. I actually have a couple of humans. Though inhave to admit my favorite one is the leader of the pack. He's called Alfred. I didn't have the best puppy hood. Alfred's pup, Bruce, found me and helped other people take me to a shelter. Alfresco came a couple of days later and picked me up. He helped me overcome my past and convinced Bruce to keep me. Now I have a pretty cushy life.

Captain: I can relate to that.

Marinette watched as her big tough retired police dog cuddle with Ace. She could already tell her boy was starting to fall for Ace.

Captain laid his head over Ace's and Marinette couldn't help but aww

Damian wrapping his arm around Marinette as they sit under a tree: What's on your mind Mari?

Marinette: It seems like Captain had fallen for Ace

Damian: I'd have to agree with that and it looks to me like the feelings mutual

The two couples stayed in the park for 2 hours alternating playing and cuddling

Damian: You're going to love this next stop Angel

Marinette: Where are we going?

Damian: You'll see when we get there. Don't you trust me?

Marinette with a small smile: Yes

Once they got to the botanical gardens Marinette loved it!

All the flowers and planets gave her plenty of inspiration and Damian let her stop and draw as much as she wanted without getting impatient or annoyed

He even commented and gave feed back and suggestions to some of Marinette's designs

Damian was just enjoying watching Marinette's face throughout the whole experience.

Her face was so open and showed every emotion that she felt and Damian just couldn't turn away

The dogs also had a great time getting to see new sights and smells.

But in Damian's opinion all that was ruined when they walked outside and saw his brothers

Jason: Hey Demon Spawn

Bonus

Dick: Omg they're both cuddling hurry get a pictur!!!

Jason watching Damianwalk out with his arm around Marinette: Damn I didn't know demon spaw could be so smooth. Hurry get a picture

Tim: Look at them playing with the dogs! Hurry get a picture

Both Dick and Jason gave him a weird look

Tim: Oh right I'm holding the camera.

Okay I can feel y'alls annoyance with the cliffhanger, sorry.

Tags

@felicityroth @northernbluetongue

[milknette]

day 21 - circus

all i want is to fly with you, all i want is to fall with you.

tumblr month: @auyeahaugust

links: ao3 | ff.net

WHEN Nino suggests that Adrien invest in the circus, he is, understandably, hesitant.

"I'm just not sure it's a good idea long-term, Nino," he starts, a hesitant expression on his face. "Does anyone even go to circuses anymore? Father's really counting on me to expand our business venture, and I can't take any risks that would disappoint him."

Nino only shakes his head, putting a carefree arm around his best friend's shoulders, and pulling him closer. "Dude, you weren't there. I thought I'd hate it, but I was so wrong. Their performances were almost… magical."

Adrien only laughs. "Magical? I've never heard you use such… romantic words."

A playful bump on the shoulder. "Shut up, man," he only responds, an unimpressed expression on his face. "Look," Nino starts, retrieving a ticket from his pocket. "They have a show tonight. Alya couldn't go, so I have an extra ticket. I really think you should check it out."

"And if I don't?"

Nino shrugs. "It's your loss. Besides, it's just onenight. What do you have to lose?"

.

.

It's called the Miraculous Circus.

Adrien thinks it's a corny name, but ultimately decides to continue on anyway. After all, he's driven almost an hour to get there, and it is, frankly, a waste of a ticket.

(Though the ticket itself doesn't cost a lot— which doesn't do much to heighten his expectations for what he's about to see.

Why is he doing this again?)

The ticket line is unsurprisingly small. Outside of a few kids and their families, Adrien starkly feels like an outsider in his absurdly overly-formal business suit and lack of company. He's only too glad that the line moves quickly, allowing him to take a seat at the very back of the tent.

An old man, almost struggling to walk with his cane, enters.

Adrien's first instinct is to run down and help him out.

Is he the ringmaster of this whole affair?

The stranger coughs, then speaks with surprising strength, his clear voice echoing throughout the stands. "Welcome to the Miraculous Circus, everyone! We are extremely happy to have you here." He scans the audience, then smiles. (Adrien almost thinks they make eye contact, as he winks. Maybe he imagined it?) "My name is Master Fu, and I've been lucky enough to work and become a family with this amazingly talented group of performers. But that's enough with introductions."

Master Fu's eyes shine, then to Adrien's complete surprise, throws up his cane.

The curtains open as he does so, and he watches with surprise as the ringmaster moves with surprising agility and grace, to introduce the show.

"Now for something truly magical."

.

.

Magical isn't enough to describe what took place before him.

From the horse tamer who seems to transport from place-to-place in mere seconds, to the monkey-like acrobat who can contort and move his body in ways one could never imagine, to the fox-like magician who creates illusions from smoke, Adrien found himself completely enamored with the performance.

He was confident that Nino was making a big deal out of nothing.

As it turns out, Nino wasn't making enough of a big deal at all.

It's almost two hours of pure magic, when Master Fu announces their final act.

Adrien thinks he's seen it all, and that nothing could quite top what he's watched already.

As the day has proven, however, Adrien, in fact, gets many things wrong.

Which is all-too-clear when the final performer walks upon the stage, dressed in a vibrant red outfit that seems to draw everyone's attention. She also wears a mask upon her head— the same color as her clothes, with a fanciful black feather decorating the top.

It's no different from the rest of the performers, who also wear masks, but Adrien finds himself deeply wishing that she would take it off; to see her more clearly.

The woman— Ladybug, Master Fu calls her— is a trapeze artist. She carefully stands upon the edge, almost nervous, before she takes a deep breath in. Then, her expression makes a complete switch.

A confident smile upon her face, Ladybug simply takes a step forward, holds on to the ring, then let's go.

And she's flying.

With ease, Ladybug jumps and moves her body in a way that Adrien can only describe as mesmerizing. She looks almost at home in the air, as if she were born with wings— navigating through the sky with evident ease and comfort.

Adrien doesn't blink for a moment.

Scared that he'll miss something, carving every moment he sees of her in his head.

For a moment, she swings his way, and he swears that they make eye contact.

Swears that he sees the playful look in her eye, and her lips curved upward with the tiniest sliver of a smile.

She swings back just as quickly, but it's in that moment of split-second electricity Adrien becomes settled on his decision:

He's going to invest into a circus.

.

.

It's a challenge, at the very least, to convince his father that working with the circus is a good idea.

But after hours of negotiations (mostly on Adrien's part) and the promise that this is a good investment— where he'll take all responsibility should it fail or even be worth even the smallest fraction less than what he told him it'd become, Gabriel Agreste finally relents.

And it's been a long time since Adrien's been so happy about anything at all.

After speaking with Master Fu, the arrangement is set.

He's to start working with them the following day.

.

.

Adrien meets the performers the week after.

They all use their stage names in introducing themselves to him, something Master Fu had warned him of in advance— a lot of the performers had identities they'd prefer to keep secret, and this sense of anonymity was much respected within their community. Unlike in common society, asking for someone's name there is to ask for them to share their deepest parts of themselves to the other person.

Rena Rouge, Viperion, Carapace, Queen Bee…

"So, what's your name?"

After a moment of thought, he smiles. "Chat Noir."

Adrien fits right in with them.

He asks for Ladybug, and Master Fu tells him she's the most mysterious one of them all; only showing up when she's due to performance, and never any longer.

The hours seem to take forever while he's waiting for her to show up.

.

.

She arrives at the act before hers, already fully-dressed in her costume and makeup.

They only have a few minutes to talk, maybe even less so, but Adrien's determined and makes it a point to introduce himself.

"Ladybug, right?"

"Ah, you must be Master Fu's new business partner?" She says the words a little too dryly, maybe even almost unimpressed, but he decides to shake it off and push forward.

"Yes. We're working together, and I'll make sure to bring this circus to new heights—"

(He hopes Ladybug gets the pun. It's either that she does not, or that she chose to ignore it completely. With the unimpressed expression on her face, Adrien assumes it's the latter.)

She turns to him. "Look, I'm not sure why you're here, but leave us alone, okay? Miraculous is a family, and my home." Her glare turns sharp. "And I'll destroy anyone who tries to take that away from me."

Her tone indicates that she's done talking, but he, understandably, isn't.

"I think we have a misunderstanding," he tries speaking up. "I'm not trying to take the circus or anything, I just want to help it grow— to have more people experience the magic that I experienced while watching everyone here," he pauses. "You, especially."

A smile teases the edge of her lips.

"So I take it you enjoyed my performance?"

"Enjoyed wouldn't be a strong enough word to describe how it made me feel."

Ladybug leans closer to him, and he can feel himself explode into a shade of red he never thought possible.

When their lips are only centimeters apart, she smirks.

"Sorry, I'm only interested in performers." She looks down at his tuxedo and business-casual suit. "Someone more… fun."

Vaguely, Adrien registers the voice of Master Fu calling Marinette to the stage.

She smiles.

"See you around, kitty."

.

.

The next day, Adrien goes around asking different performers if they could teach him some of their tricks.

Ladybug watches from the sidelines, evidently entertained.

He's a bit cute, actually.

.

.

After a few weeks of almost choking on knives, getting bitten by a lion, and burning himself, Adrien tries out his last and final circus activity.

To both his and Ladybug's surprise (though it's more to her absolute horror), Chat Noir has an innate talent with doing trapeze work.

Master Fu announces that she start teaching him the ropes. (Chat Noir looks hopefully at his now-partner, because the ropes, haha get it because that's what we mostly work with, but is only met with a flat look.)

"Alright then. If we're doing this, then we're doing this properly, got it?"

"Yes, milady. The two of us together will make a meowvelous purrformance."

She rolls her eyes, but can't quite hide the smile on her face, either.

.

.

Chat Noir adjusts his earpiece.

"Can you hear me, bugaboo?"

"That depends, what are you going to tell me?"

"Hmm… well I guess, don't worry."

"What do you mean?"

"I won't let you fall."

"You bet you won't let me fall, we've practiced this routine enough times that…"

"Because the only time you'll fall is when you fall for me."

"..."

"Ladybug?"

"..."

"Aw, didn't your heart jump for joy when I said that?"

"You really are corny, aren't you?"

"But you love it anyway."

"Maybe I do."

"Wait, Ladybug… what did you—"

"Now let's introduce our final act! The one you've all, and even I have been anxiously waiting for…"

"I couldn't hear it properly through the headset. Ladybug, tell me what you said…"

"Get the routine down perfectly tonight, and I'll say it again. So, are you sure you're ready for this, alleycat?"

Adrien smiles.

"Pawsitive."

"... the debut performance of Ladybug and Chat Noir!"

[doom-dreaming]

Hidden Away

Rhys confesses something to Sasha in the Atlas terraforming facility.

Read it on Ao3 here!

******

Rhys didn’t know how to describe it. It seemed silent, but at the same time, it...wasn’t. Leaves rustled. Trees creaked. Insects droned. Sure, it was probably the most gorgeous place he’d seen on Pandora so far, but something about it still made his skin crawl. “This is...uh…”

Sasha smirked. “Romantic?”

“Well, I guess it could be…” Rhys ducked under a low branch. “If it weren’t for the hissing.” He tipped a thumb toward a group of the floating plant-creatures, watching as they drifted serenely overhead. “It’s...a little creepy.”

Sasha shrugged. “Compared to the rest of the wildlife on Pandora…”

Rhys grumbled a reluctant agreement to her unspoken implication. At least these things hadn’t tried to kill them on sight. Regardless, he didn’t really want to be in this facility any longer than he had to be. “Kinda hard to see the tower from down here…”

“We’ll find it. We weren’t too far off when that catwalk collapsed.” She elbowed him in the ribs as they pushed through a curtain of huge leaves. “And you were totally scared, Mister I-Could-Jump-A-Million-Times-Further-Than-That.”

Rhys scoffed, but didn’t bother denying it. They walked on in comfortable silence for a few moments. Well, calling it comfortable silence was maybe a bit of a stretch, since every movement in the leaves around them set Rhys’ nerves on edge. And again, it wasn’t really silence, with all the jungle noises— “So...you think you could get back together with August?” Maybe not the best topic, but he was desperate for conversation. “If that’s even something you’re interested in at all, of course.”

“I...don’t know,” Sasha admitted with a sigh.

“He seemed kind of...disrespectful. And not just during the entire Gortys...core...fiasco, either—which I actually totally understand why he would be then, I mean, that whole thing was craaaazy—”

“He tries to act tough,” Sasha cut in. “But...once you get to know him…” Rhys glanced down at her just in time to see a slight smile tug at the corners of her lips. “He can actually be pretty sweet.”

She didn’t elaborate and Rhys chewed his lip. He hated to press the subject, but hearing nothing besides bugs, leaves, hissing plants, and his own footsteps only made him think about the potential danger they were in. Dreamy, glowing jungle or not, this was still an Atlas facility, and given his track record at the previous two Atlas facilities...he’d barely make it out of this one alive. If at all. At least Vaughn was with Loader Bot and Fiona could (hopefully) rely on Athena if things got too dicey—

“While we’re on the subject though, why don’t we talk about you?”

“Wh—uh, huh?” He looked down at Sasha, not at all comforted when he was met with narrowed eyes and a cunning smirk. “Wh—wha—haha, uh, what is there to talk about...about me…?”

She gave an exaggerated sigh and rolled her eyes. “I’m not blind, Rhys.”

“I...know that…” He had a feeling he knew where this was going.

“And I’m not stupid, either.”

Yeah, it was going there. “I…officially ha-have nooo idea what you’re talking about, a-anymore,” he lied, hating how nervous he sounded. Fiona makes it look so easy… He swallowed maybe a little too loudly when he felt his face heating up at the thought of the con artist.

“That blush says you know exactly what I’m talking about.” Sasha stopped walking and crossed her arms over her chest. “So go ahead and tell me why I catch you staring at my sister practically every time I look at you.”

“I...uh...ha, I don’t stare, okay? I…” He drew in a deep breath. He could do this. He could say it. Sasha wouldn’t shoot him. They needed to hack the security system and she couldn’t do it without him, so he was safe...right? “Fine, I...think she’s...really beautiful. There, I said it. Happy?”

Sasha’s eyes narrowed to slits as she studied his (uncomfortably warm) face. “That’s it?”

“Wha...what do you mean?”

“You like the way she looks,” Sasha clarified, voice hard.

Rhys immediately realized his mistake. “No, no! Well, yes—she’s...God, she’s gorgeous, but that’s not the only thing! She...she’s smart! A-and funny—sometimes—and I like how she rolls her eyes and pretends not to care but actually smiles when she thinks I’m not looking—oh, and when she asks for my opinion on things, that’s nice—”

Sasha waved dismissively. “Okay, okay… Don’t...choke on your tongue.” She let her arms drop to her sides and continued down the path.

Rhys fell into step beside her, wringing his hands. “Is it...okay with you? I mean...if I were to, I don’t know, like...ask her...out, or...something? I haven’t really known either of you for very long, but...surviving death with someone tends to make you think about—”

“Rhys, just...stop, for a second. You’re embarrassing yourself.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, I...do that a lot.”

“It’s fine with me if you want to…” she looked down and picked at her nail polish, “...date Fiona, I guess, but I’m just gonna tell you right now… I don’t know if she feels the same way.”

“I...kinda picked up on that, actually.” He sighed and scuffed at the dirt. “Which is why I wanted to make sure it was okay with you so I could...ask what kinds of things she likes. So I’d...have a better chance.”

At that, Sasha turned. “You’re really serious about this, aren’t you?”

He didn’t immediately reply. Was he serious about this? It sure felt like it. Ever since he’d met Fiona, he’d had this strange sense of...a loss of control. Which, honestly, was kind of troubling. He’d always had a plan—or...he’d always thought he had a plan—but then along came this crazy Pandoran woman with a hat and a sleeve pistol and a silver tongue and he just...lost it. Poof. Gone. Every clever one-liner he managed to think of didn’t have the same effect on her that it would have had on some tight-skirted secretary back on Helios. In fact, more often than not, he found himself tripping over his words, stuttering and blabbering and generally looking like an idiot. And she would just patiently raise that eyebrow—the one with the weirdly cute scar through it—and wait for him to finish whatever it was he was trying to say. He tried to hate the way she insulted him, but it always felt more like teasing than anything else; there was rarely any actual venom in the words. He could fake animosity well enough around the others; keep up the charade of reluctant partner-in-crime, but when they were alone… He’d never felt anything like this before, so...that had to mean—

“Rhys? Hello? Ugh, God, you...you really mean it, don’t you?” Sasha tossed her hands in the air and kept walking. “Go figure, you come down from your fancy moonbase and pretend to go on and on about “filthy Pandoran criminals,” when actually—”

“I think I love her, Sasha,” he murmured, still caught in his thoughts.

“See? That’s what I’m talking about. How would you even know what love feels like, Hyperion boy? I bet you’ve never loved anyone besides yourself and maybe your parents. It’s just because we’re “dangerous” down here, right? You want to be able to brag to all your buddies about how you’ve got a “bad girl” and how you’re so smooth that even—whoa.”

She stopped so suddenly that Rhys almost walked straight into her. “What’s gooooh...wow.” A clearing had opened up in front of them, and dozens of the glowing balloon-plants floated through the treetops. “That’s…”

Sasha took a few hesitant steps out into the glade, turning around, taking everything in. “This is incredible,” she breathed. “Oh, come look at these!” She was bent down beside a small tree, inspecting a patch of purple flowers growing on the trunk. “You know...after a while, you just sort of feel like you’ve seen everything; like you can’t be surprised by anything anymore…” She reached out to touch one of the flowers. “Something so delicate...hidden away…”

Nothing she was saying was incorrect, and he honestly wanted to bring a small handful (or an entire basket) back to Fiona, but he also had a sneaking suspicion that maybe the flowers would be better off left undisturbed. There had been a small carnivorous plant of some kind back in that initial “living area” after all... “Maybe...we should just let it be.”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, however, Sasha grinned and plucked one anyway, holding it out to him. “Give it to Fiona.”

The blush that had been slowly subsiding over the past few minutes suddenly rushed back into his cheeks with nearly painful intensity. “You’re sure? Is this even her thing? I mean...would she like it? And weren’t you just complaining about how—”

She waved him off with a short laugh. “Yes, she’ll love it. Trust me. Just stick it behind her ear or something.”

Rhys accepted the flower hesitantly. “You’re absolutely sure you’re okay with me and her...being together? If it...even happens…”

Sasha put her hands on her hips and cocked an eyebrow. “Would I be telling you to give her a flower if I wasn’t okay with it?”

“I don’t know, I mean, the whole thing could be another con,” he muttered, only half-joking. “Maybe she hates flowers. Maybe she’s allergic to them and—”

“Would you just keep the flower and walk so we can find this secur—pfff—” A splatter of orange liquid covered her face before she could finish the sentence.

Rhys looked down at the flower, then back up at Sasha’s pollen-splashed face, laughing softly. “You deserved that.”

“Yes I did.”

Rhys tucked the flower into his vest pocket and turned back in the direction of the tower. He paused mid-step, however. Something wasn’t right. That leaky-gas-pipe noise had gotten louder. And...somehow more aggressive. “Uh...Sasha?”

“Yeah, yeah, I hear it.”

He backed toward her, glancing around the glade. The bluish-white glow provided by the docile floating plants had turned into a harsh red and about sixteen of them were propelling themselves slowly toward he and Sasha. “This is why we can’t have anything nice.” He pointed toward the angrily-hissing plants. “I told you we should have just left it alone… Red means bad, right...?”

******

Fiona hadn’t expected to see Rhys leaning on her sister’s shoulder, barely conscious, when the door slid open to reveal the two of them.

Vaughn took a step closer. “What happened?”

“Oh, um, Rhys just took a spill,” Sasha explained, half walking, half dragging Rhys through the door. “He’s...he’s totally fine.”

Fiona chewed the inside of her cheek, watching Rhys’ head roll limply from side to side, and accidentally bit down a little too hard when Sasha dumped him roughly against a stack of crates.

“Jussst...take spill,” he slurred. “...fine.”

Fiona kept her eyes on him for a moment longer. “You sure about that? He...might have a concussion.” As her gaze slid back to Sasha, she caught a glimpse of purple sticking out of the pocket of his vest and couldn’t keep herself from doing a double-take.

“Nah, he’ll be okay,” was the dismissive reply. “He’s got a thick skull. But we learned something about Cassius…”

Her sister’s words faded out as she stared at the scrap of purple. It was a flower. A glowing flower. A crushed glowing flower. Where had he…? She blinked a few times, then glanced back at Sasha. She didn’t have a flower on her, at least not that Fiona could see… Had she given it to him? Had he planned to give it to her? Fiona couldn’t help the little spike of jealousy that pierced through her chest at the thought. Sure, Sasha was her sister and her best friend and she wanted her to be happy and Rhys was a decent guy (even if he was Hyperion) but she didn’t think she’d been imagining all the—

Athena’s enraged screams snapped her out of her daze and she snatched the flower from Rhys’ vest before turning to see what all the commotion was about. Athena had her sword at Cassius’ throat, snarling, while Vaughn, Gortys, and Sasha just watched in horror. Fiona spared one last look back at Rhys. She didn’t really know where this jealousy had come from, and didn’t even know if her juvenile reasoning was justified, but as she started across the room toward her sister, she dropped the flower, not feeling any guilt whatsoever when the heel of her boot mashed it into a weakly-glowing paste on the concrete.

[btsvt-adventures]

University AU - Fashion

A/n: Just casually adding to my neverending list of works in progress AU-wise lmao. Also some parts of this AU will be reader x svt, so keep an eye out!

Want more of this AU? Ask me here!

University AU: Introduction | Fashion | Not Enough Caffeine

It all started with Mingyu and his big fat mouth. Minghao was perfectly content with having his mismatched not-so-little group of friends, but Mingyu had to branch out and make more

(Minghao fusses about it sometimes, but really, he quite likes this nutty group of same aged friends)

In all honestly, Minghao didn’t think that they’d be friends, but he was sharing his dorm, major, and now final project with the tall boy, so he didn’t think he had much of a choice

Their assignment wasn’t incredibly difficult, considering they didn’t need to design and create the clothes themselves, but they did need to find a model, and fast

Mingyu had originally suggested asking one of their many friends, but most of their friends were male, and there were specific instructions in their assignment brief to pick a model of the opposite gender

Minghao suggests putting up flyers, or even using their friends’ connections to find a model, when someone runs right past Mingyu, nearly bowling him over in an attempt to catch the bus

“What about her?” he asks Mingyu, watching as the girl runs her hands through her hair in obvious frustration

It really wasn’t your day today. You’d woken up late, barely made it to lab on time, the test you’d been working on for the past week turned out inconclusive, and now you’ve missed the bus you needed to take to get home before dark

You sigh, running a hand through your hair, tensing slightly when you notice two tall figures walking towards you. Your first instinct is to grip your bag a little tighter, ready to fling it if necessary

The boys approach you, and you can’t help but think that they look like models, they’re beautiful. The taller of the two is in a long coat, hair styled casually, eager grin on his face, and you can’t help but feel a little less apprehensive

The other boy speaks first, Korean slightly accented. He’s got sharp features, long jet black hair falling into his eyes, but his voice is kind, and it takes you a second to realize what he’s telling you

“Model? Me?” You ask, thoroughly confused, and the taller one – Mingyu – nods eagerly, rambling about the assignment they’re currently working on.

“We’ll pay you as well, the school has agreed that all models who agree to participate will be paid fairly,” Minghao tempts, handing you a piece of paper. “Call us back soon, okay? We’re kinda in a hurry.”

You take the crumpled up piece of paper cautiously, staring after them as they walk away. The idea of being paid sounds nice, but it’s just so.... shady.

Your mind races the entire way home, circling from the two of them being hot serial killers to being BDSM porn photographers, but you kinda really do need the money

Mingyu’s about to fall asleep when a soft katalk! chimes from his phone. He sighs, picking it up and wincing at how blindingly bright it is.

[New Message: 3.46am] From: Unknown I’ll do it, but tell me how much first. - Y/N

He jerks upright, suddenly wide awake, and runs to the room across his and pounds on the door till his best friend (and group partner) wakes up, glaring unhappily at him

“What.” he grumbles tiredly, running a hand through his long-ish blonde hair. Mingyu shoves the phone into Minghao’s face, and the Chinese fashion student just groans, struggling to make out the words on his screen

The shoot is scheduled for two days later, a whole 48 hours before the submission is due. Minghao stresses about the angles, and the aesthetic they’re trying to create, while Mingyu just tries to keep up with Minghao’s stress levels

Every single one of your friends have told you to cancel, because it sounds awfully suspicious, (and let’s face it, it does) but you’re kind of curious about the two tall, hot boys that approached you

You arrive early, nervous and about ready to throw up, when you see the set

It’s... pretty, with the bed messy and feathers littering the flor, the light low and yellow. There’s a single, bright sunflower on the bed, and it’s so romantic, and sensual and–

You’re panicking inside, because Oh god this is so a porn shoot, my naked body is gonna be on pornhub, or on Tumblr or- oh fuck he’s seen me!!!

 Minghao notices you, frozen and staring at the set. He grins, greeting you gently and telling you to head into hair and makeup. You’re not entirely sure why you agree, but you follow his directions, smiling nervously at Mingyu

Who promptly trips on a stray piece of ribbon and nearly faceplants while trying to greet you. You snort unattractively, watching as he flails, barely catching himself in time

You’re given a bunch of clothes, and okay, maybe they are just fashion students, the outfits are kinda really cute but have some peekaboo holes so it’s also teasing and kinda sexy

Ever heard the term ‘Curiosity killed the cat?’ ... Looks like you might be the cat. You look around out of idiotic curiosity, and spot black, leather outfits with sheer, see through lace and sexy rips, skirt so short you’re sure your ass will be hanging out

You’re too busy staring in mild horror you don’t realize Mingyu’s calling your name and you head onto the set, letting Mingyu re-arrange your outfit while your mind races

Minghao tells you to lie-sit (is that even a thing??) on the bed, and that he wants sexy but also playful. You deadpan at his contradictory choice of words, and try, posing a few times, looking in whatever direction Minghao tells you

The camera clicks quickly, and you try not to flinch at the bright lights, trying to forget that you’re modeling for a porn shoot holy fuck

“Tug your shirt lower, just take it off,” Mingyu calls out, and feel the dread pooling in your stomach. Oh god here comes the porn shots, you think, swallowing thickly as you start taking off your clothes

Minghao stares at you, confused. “Wait what are you doing?!”

You stop, letting the shirt fall back down quickly. “Well you said take it off????? i mean- it makes sense right haha you’re both hot and there’s no way an actual modelling agency would streetcast me so this must be some kind of porn or playboy-esque shoot right?

Minghao: What the fuck Mingyu: What the fuck no I said ‘tug your shirt lower, it’s just a little off!

You: ... OH. Well. Uh. Fuck. 

You finish the shoot is done and you’re so embarrassed bc they were teasing you the entire time, but it’s done, and you’re paid now

You’re about to leave, thanking them for considering you, when Minghao stops you, asking you to pick out your favourite outfit from today. “But why?” you ask the confusion written clear on your face

“Because the two of us want to bring you out for a dinner date.”

Oh. O H. You flail for a moment, agreeing quietly and slipping into the changing room to pick out an outfit you already have in mind, grinning wickedly to yourself

They were gonna tease you for thinking it was a rated shoot? Then you were so gonna give them something to think about.

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[hibernianbok]

How would America,Russia and Canada react to having to marry other nation for convenience? And how would the live a convenience marriage?

Holy heck anon this idea is so great. I really want to write a fanfic with that now lmao.

America:

He’ll freak out.

Once his boss says he’ll have to get married he’s all “Wait, you’re kidding, right? This is a joke, right?”

America will try his best to back out of the marriage. He’ll annoy the hell out of his boss, trying to get them to give up on the marriage idea. 

The first day of living with the nation will be extremely awkward. He will try his best to keep his usual cheerful behavior, but the whole situation just feels so weird to him that he won’t be able to.

“So, um…I guess we’re married now…haha”

For a good while America will have no idea on how to treat his new partner. He has never been married to another nation, so he has absolutely no idea how to act.

Will briefly consider treating them like a romantic partner and probably will even look up “how to treat your new husband/wife”

…and then ultimately decide that doing this would be too awkward and start to force himself to treat them like usually does.

Eventually he’ll get used to it though. After a couple months of living together with them, the fact that they’re married will pretty much be forgotten by him and the awkwardness will fade away. 

Canada:

He’ll be kind of uneasy and nervous about it, even if his partner is a nation he has a good relationship with.

“A-Are you sure this is necessary?” He’ll ask his boss. After they say it is, though, he won’t object again. It’s probably the best for him, after all…

Once he’s married, he’ll just try his best to get along with the other nation and avoid making things awkward between them.

Will make them pancakes on their first day living together as way to welcome them.

“W-Welcome to my house! We’ll be living together from now on so, please make yourself at home!”

Kind of nervous around them for a while. He wants to get along with them, so he’s sort of afraid of saying the wrong thing.

Tries to initiate conversation but 90% of the time isn’t sure of what to say.

Once he gets used to their presence, they’ll probably become good friends. Canada is a very nice and likable person, so it will probably be hard for the other nation not to end up liking him a lot.

He won’t ever get used to people calling them a “couple” or anything along those lines, though. Even if they’re a married for years.

Russia:

Out of the three, Russia is the only one that enjoys the idea.

Won’t object to his boss’ decision in any way. He’s getting a new friend, why would he object to that? Besides, if he did, his boss would probably punish him.

Welcomes his new partner to his house with a big hug! He’s so excited to live with someone again!

“Welcome to my house! We’re going to have a lot of fun together, ufufu~”

He’ll give them a tour around the house and then around the city. If they stop by a flower shop, he buys them some sunflowers too!

He really is excited to be living with another person. His house felt so empty for so long, he missed having people around so much!

Makes the other nation sleep with him on his bed.

“We’re married, da? We should sleep together, then~”

^ He’ll really just see them as friend but will always use this excuse.

Also, for some reason he finds it really funny when people refer to them as a “couple”. He giggles every time this happens.

[vernon-luv]

Late Night Getaway Pt. 3

admin K: hope this is good! 

word count: 2k

(can we just talk about how cute he is in this gif? ugh, my fav gif atm of him. Also loving his blonde) 

The next morning, you woke up still shocked from what happened yesterday. You kept questioning whether you should or should not leave the house, scared to face Vernon again. You weren’t sure how you’d react if you or even function around him.

“Are you okay? You’ve been sitting there for the past hour…don’t you want to get up and get ready for the day?? You know we have school in an hour right?” Hannah questioned you quite a lot. So much in the morning and it was interrupting your thoughts.

You were blanked out and in your own world yet you didn’t care at all. “Could I just stay here?” You mumbled.

She groaned, becoming sick of your attitude. “Come on, get up. You’ll get yelled at if you don’t.”

With that, you threw your blanket over your head and laid back down on your bed. “I don’t care.”

She came over, attempting to take the blanket off you but you held onto it. “Tell them I’m sick or something!” You whined.

Hannah gives up. “Fine but we’re talking after! You better be really sad. If I catch you sneaking out again, I’m going to kill you!” She said before leaving the room.

Once you’ve heard the door close, you sat back up and took the blanket off you. You looked even more of a messy now that you’ve gotten your hair all knotted.

It didn’t take a long time for the whole house to become silent as everyone has left for school.

At this point, you did not know what to do other than stay in your bed for a little more until you decided to get up and do something.

Still in bed, you went through your phone, waiting for time to past. What made you jump was when you saw the door open to reveal a guy standing in front of your room.

You still were tense and frozen, looking at Vernon like deer in headlights. You acted as if you were caught in an act..which you were kind of doing since you skipped out from school.

“What are you doing here?” He asked quite calmly but with a hidden vicious and harsh tone.

You knew were in trouble the minute he walked in. How would he know I’m here? Hannah? It doesn’t matter how he found out, you just needed to answer his question now before his anger fuels him even more.

There was no point in lying when he was seeing you now in your bed, a mess. Was there anything to hide anyway? Maybe one thing…

“I didn’t feel like going.” You mumbled, barely being able to look at him in the eyes out of guilt and feeling uncomfortable around Vernon.

“If I stayed home every time I felt like not going to school, you wouldn’t see me the whole year!”

“Weren’t you the one who asked me to skip with you the first day when I got to school?” You fired which makes him shut up.

He really couldn’t say anything after that but seeing how you were acting, he knew something was up. Due to his instants, he goes to sit beside you on your bed and fixes up your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear.

“What’s up?” He asked in a soft voice which only made your heart flutter more. The closer he was to you, the more you feared this warm feeling you felt inside of you.

Your heart would be faster every time you laid eyes on him. You didn't know why you were so sensitive to his touch and his presence but all you knew was to stay away or else he’d see it too.

You immediately got up to back away from him. “Nothing. Nothing’s wrong.” You rushed out of the room. “Y/n.” He got up, surprised of your fast getaway.

Running off you went to the washroom and closed the door behind you. You thought you’d give yourself some time alone to collect yourself, that you’d be safe there for the mean time.

It was only a matter of time til you needed to leave but using the time alone again, you went to get ready for the day although you weren’t sure if you’d even go out of the house.

Finally going back out, you were cautious and peeked, looking out to see if Vernon was anywhere near.

You didn’t hear anything or see anything, meaning the close was clear or so you thought. You let out a sigh of relief and walked out, downstairs to the kitchen where you stopped in the middle of your steps to meet with Vernon again.

He was still here. “You thought I’d leave you alone?” He read your thoughts, smirking while continuing to make breakfast now that you’ve moved your eyes away from Vernon to see what he was doing.

You didn’t even smell the nice aroma of the breakfast he was whipping up until now.

You smiled at his thoughtful gesture of making breakfast for you before you caught yourself in the middle of daze.

“D-do you want help?” You fumbled with your words as you were nervous to even say anything to Vernon.

“No, it’s alright. Just sit down, breakfast is almost ready.” Vernon said quite casually as if the two of you have been great friends for a long time and that this wasn’t the first time he was making breakfast for you.

Having the two of you alone reminds you of the day you were at his place. That was the first day you started to feel like..you liked him. You weren’t sure if  your liked him romantically or just as a person but still..you started liking him. Breakfast was served to you in minutes and you thanked Vernon very much for taking the time out of his day to meet you and make breakfast for you.

At first, you both ate in silence until your phone notified you of a message which you reached to pick up and answer but Vernon was much more attentive therefore grabbing your phone before you.

You furrowed your brows at him and wanted to take it away from him since it was your phone with private information.

Vernon made sure to hold you back as he read the text that was supposedly from Mingyu.

“Why’s he texting you?” He questioned in a serious tone, gritting his teeth just looking at Mingyu’s name appear on your phone.

You gave up trying to take it back and sighed before explaining. “I don’t know. He’s probably wondering why I’m not at school?”

“He could’ve just texted me, I’m your partner, I’m in charge of you.”

You got angered by what he said and the way he said it. He was more focused on Mingyu’s text and his own jealous, protectiveness over you to see what he has done.

“In charge or me?! What am I? You’re property?!! I don’t belong to you! Don’t talk to me that way!” You yelled, getting up and snatching the phone out of his hand. You stormed out of the kitchen before he grabbed your wrist and held you back.

“I didn’t mean it like that. What I was trying to say was…”

“That you’re in charge of me.”

“No! Not that! I just…I don’t like him texting you.” He mumbled not knowing what else to say. If he had said more, confessing his love for you would’ve slipped right out of his mouth.

You looked at him up and down, biting your lip while thinking what was going on with him. He wasn’t usually like this but remembering yesterday, you understood what he felt about your relationship and friendship with Mingyu.

“From your phone, text him saying that I don’t feel well. It’s literally that simple Vernon.” You said and he let go of your wrist, trusting that you’d stay with him.

He was a bit shocked of your words but did as you said. “Happy now?” You said after he sent the text. Vernon didn’t answer, feeling a bit embarrassed but changed the subject and asked you to come back and eat with him which you did now that the situation was settled.

Again, silence overpowered the two of you, creating that awkward tension between the two of you that you both knew too well.

When you did talk, you only talked about a serious manner. Vernon cleared his throat before speaking. “So what’s the real reason you stayed home?”

“You should know.” You spookily softly, slowly playing with your food to avoid eye contact once again.

He took a minute to answer. “I’m sorry if I…scared you yesterday or made you feel questionable about us. I didn’t mean for that to happen.” Him saying his apologies only made matters worse and confused you even more.

“It’s okay.” Is all you could say because it was what you truly felt.

You weren’t affected majorly by what happened yesterday, you were just scared to be around him today but seeing that everything is quite normal between the two of you, you would accept his apology.

You were still a bit confused about the situation and how you felt about Vernon but that would be save for another time.

You received another text, this time from Hannah. “It’s from Hannah.” You said to Vernon who you knew was curious.

He nodded, understanding and letting you answer at the table.

Hannah: Still at home I hope?

Y/N: Yeah but guess who’s with me

Hannah: Let me guess, hmm Vernon seeing that he wasn’t in my second period class today. He’s such a good partner looking after you! I asked for him to see you since I’d knew you’d be alone all day and it’d be boring. Also I needed someone to check up on you.

Y/N: Wow, you have so much trust in me

Hannah: I know. But back to Vernon! Isn’t he such a sweet partner?? He’d be a great boyfriend right? If he’s good at taking care of you, he’s great at anything

Y/N: What’s that supposed to mean??

Hannah: You can be a hustle sometimes!! But I still love you

Y/N:…love you too I guess. And about Vernon, do you really like him? You keep talking about him so much

Hannah; Well he is your partner and yeah he’s cute, I like him. Hey, can you try getting me a date with him? Is that allowed? For me to go on a date with one of the tour guides? haha

You looked up from your phone to see Vernon drinking his coffee. You watch his actions and features, seeing that he is an attractive guy and you can see how Hannah was falling for him but also seeing how quickly you were falling for him as well.

You weren’t ready to accept those feelings for him and so, to push them away you decided to help Hannah.

“Vernon.” You called for his attention and he looked up to you, making you heart skip a beat as you looked into his eyes.

He waited for you to continue speaking. Your throat had gone dry so you cleared it before speaking. “What do you think of Hannah?” It a bit of an odd question but he answered anyway.

“She’s nice? I mean, she’s really sweet and kind.” It broke your heart a little to hear him say such nice things about another girl to you but that’s what you asked for. Still going along with it, you asked more questions.

“So how about you go on a date with her this Friday night?”

[bubwagon]

I am gently crying to myself in the back of this airplane right now, and I'm not totally sure why. I had a nice enough weekend with James in New York. Tinged with anxiety, but at least I got to see Eric. Usually I'd go into a long detailed blow-by-blow of everything that happened, but I don't think that's necessary this time. Here are some highlights of when I felt closest to James, though. 

1) Post-sex shower-sex. 2) The way he would, half asleep, wrap his arounds around me into a spooning position. 3) Going out to eat with him. Laughing and holding hands. Being ruthlessly questioned about my family history. 4) Him waking up and stretching an arm across my chest. He shushed me. I said, pardon? He said your heart is beating so fast right now.

Here's what I said to him. I had a very nice time, and I like you. I don't have any presumptions about something like this happening again, because let's be real, it's a huge pain. But, if you want a break from the New York winter, you have an open invitation to stay with me for a weekend. And he said, that's a nice invitation. But what do you mean by I like you? I said, I think you're cute, and fun. And if I lived in New York I would probably try to date you. But that's not happening. He was silent for a while. I gently reminded him, I don't actually want anything from you. He said he thinks we're incompatible from a dating perspective, and that emotionless sex isn't what he's looking for. And once he said that I shrugged and said, that's fine. It's honestly true. We listed reasons why we're incompatible.

Him about me:

You're too empathetic for me. I'm probably not empathetic enough for you. I hate the way you introduce new people leading with the most salacious detail of their lives. I could never introduce you to my parents, you have tattoos and a nose ring. There were probably some more. He doesn't like that this conversation stressed me out to have. He thinks you should just be able to talk to people. He also said that his last girlfriend, Hope, was the give give give kind of girl friend. And that made it easy for him to take take take. He prefers it when things are more equitable, and needs to  be held accountable to that apparently. I acknowledge that I'm a give give give person.

Me about him:

You don't care enough. I care too much. When I'm upset about something (ruthlessly questioned about my family history) you don't  make me feel better. You don't have the pressure/speed thing of my pussy down. What I should have said is I'm nervous to be around you, somehow. I don't actually fear this kind of conversation besides from him.

I demanded we say some nice things about each other.

Me on him:

You're confident. You smell nice. You are kind to your friends. You feel nice to be around. I admire the way you're able to control who you are.

Him on me:

You smell nice-ish. You ask strangers to pet their dog. Your skin is very soft. You are willing to blow someone for 45 minutes. You’re not weirded out by feet. I demanded he say something real, and he said, you're not judgemental. A lot of people say they're not judgemental, like me, but do it anyways. But I think you actually just don't judge.

He's right.

I said, that's all okay. I still care about you as a person. I asked if he cares about me as a person. He said, yeah. He says that he has a hard time reciporicating comments like that because he's worried he'll say it in the wrong tone even if he means it. I told him your tone is fine. That's actually the best case scenario. I can forget about him as any kind of romantic partner (not that I was thinking too specifically about that in the first place) but it feels good knowing he doesn't think nothing of me. That's all I can really ask for I think.

I asked if I could wake him up a little early for a goodbye cuddle because I'd feel sad if I just left, and he said yes, but that he might fall asleep. He did. For the last 10 minutes I shook him awake. He seemed to understand. Here's what we said.

Thanks for inviting me to your home. You're welcome. Sorry you couldn't hang out with your roomates. I hope you do this weekend. It's okay. Can I still talk to you even though we're not flirting? Pardon? I said can  I still chat with you and stuff even though we're not flriting. Of course. This was a weird thing I did huh? It turned out pretty okay though. Yeah, pretty okay. I didn't get to any of the things on my list, but that's okay though. Central park. Do you think things will be okay with my family? Eventually. Thanks, that's a good answer.  Thank you. You're welcome. I should leave now. Have a safe flight. You look nice when you're asleep. You do too. I've never been asleep while you've been awake. I'm reciporicating the compliment. I'm learning. I'm proud of you. I'm proud of you, too. I hope I see you again, as a friend. Mmhm. Thank you. You're welcome.

I packed up my stuff and came back for a kiss. I can never resist a last kiss. Haha. Have a safe flight. And good luck with your family. Thank you. You're welcome.

We talked about my family the day before. He didn't seem to understand why I had such a bad relationship with them. He at one point accused me of being apathetic. I said I'm not. It's just difficult. Why? He asked. I tried explaining the differences between chinese culture and american culture. Trying to please them. How I'd  be kicked out of they found out I was bisexual. How we don't talk, and never talked, and how when I was small it bothered me, but when I grew up I realized I couldn't do anything about it, so I accepted it, and now feel weird when they try to do it now. He didn't get any of it. I told him how once when I was very sad as a 13 year old, I told my mom I had thought about killing myself and she slapped me across the face. She said how could you say this to me, how could you do this. After all the resources we put into raising you. What do you think our neighbours would say? Our family friends? You'd bring shame upon our family in this way? I told him I didn't talk to my parents about anything too deep after that. He was silent for a long time and then said "that's awful." That and the language barrier are the only things he said he understood from my story. 

He says his sister had the same relationship with his family as he sees me have. Well, with their dad. He said the only way they got over it was yelling at each other, saying every difficult horrible thing they've been feeling for a long time until the room was filled with  nothing but that and they had to confront it. I said, well, that's worth a shot.  

I don't know why I'm so upset right now. Am I said I'll never fuck James again? Maybe, but there's someone out there who better understands the cadence of my pussy. Am I sad about being rejected? I don't think so. I told him the day before that the worst part of my relationship with Ian is it lasted so long. We were so incompatible but we kept trying to go around it. When Ian asked me what he should have done I said you should have broken up with me immediately. This isn't the same thing, but I'd rather be able to lay bare the incompatibilities and not try instead off pull of that fiasco again. He said, I feel like I'm learning from this conversation, talking about our incompatibilities. I said, I don't really. This is just two sets of things that don't work for two people. This is nothing new about myself.

  What I probably got from James is his amazing ability to just be the person he wants to me. I can be the person I want to be, in that I've learned to own up to any challenges and confront them. But my flaws are still there and obvious. I care too much. I can't let go. The fact that I let Ian into my home proves that. I want to learn to be like him and let go.

James smells nice and he feels nice against my body. And he ate me out on all fours in his bathtub. It's actually  been a  long time since I've been rejected. I've done my share of rejecting in the last year. I guess Ian was the last person to do so, but that was fine. That was necessary. I'm genuinely not sure why I'm sad. Maybe it's because I'm isolated, and there's still another 12 hours in my flight. Learning there is no wifi was a gently rude awakening from an otherwise excellent nap. This is something I'd want to talk to someone about right now, which is why I'm typing it out. And, seeing my family for 5 days isn't an amazing prospect. Maybe it's because no matter who it is, I fall a little in love with someone who talks to me sleepily at 6am. I don't think I'll talk to him very much any more, but I'll still talk to him sometimes. That's okay, that's better for me.

We talked about our depression a little. I showed him the ugly scars on my calf and he ran his fingers over them. He bit my arm really hard on Sunday and it came out really raw and red. He rubbed at my arm for a few minutes, just running his fingers up and down the rapidly forming bruises. He said he felt really bad. I said, what on earth were you expecting. He said, for me to pull away. That's not me, I said. I live for showing people my pain tolerance. I can make my way through anything.

I'm not sure what i'm supposed to take out of this situation. Maybe, don't go to New York to get laid. Even though it was a good trip overall that I had fun in. Maybe it's learn to let go. i was really stressed out all of Monday. I woke up with anxiety clawing at my chest. Things were fine when I met up with him, and once the "worst outcome" happened, as in, being rejected, the anxiety didn't come back. It is a little now though. But, being rejected wasn't the worst thing that happened to me.

If I did the conversation over again I would tell him about how he somehow makes me nervous to talk to, even when he's actively asking questions about my shitty past I think I'm being burdensome. That's worth knowing. Also, I would have talked about this after we had sex one last time probably. Anyways. I'm okay. I feel a little off-kilter, but I'm okay. I wrote him a little letter. I said, I hope I see you again as a friend. And I think you're a great guy. And I hope when you are interested in dating again, you find a girl who's awesome and totally compatible. I hope he doesn't think I am still interested. After Wyatt I think it's a good idea for me to only be interested in people who are interested in me.

I would like to fall in love again. With someone safe and comfortable to fall in love with. Maybe it'll be Harry, who is sweet, but another ISJ bodytype skinny boy, which I dunno if I like as much now that I've wrapped my arms around James' wide chest or ran my hand down his very solid thighs. I have a lot of love to give! And I hope one day I find someone who cares only a little less than I do, and understands my weird anxieties and neuroticisms as my way of going through the world determined to do the most good and make the most people feel good, and then maybe taking it too far. I had a conversation with Eric about foibles and he said bellcurve you're like 60-percentile most foibles. Which is lower than I was expecting. He said, I think mostly you care too much, and that's the root of all your other problems. Which is true. I really think I'm easy to love. Actually, many people have said similar things. I don't think they were trying to date me, but that doesn't make it less true or fair.

James and I also talked about how we like to be comforted. He doesn't like it when people say "that sucks, I'm sorry." Because, he knows. He likes it when people are direct with him and try to help him piece together the puzzle. I said, I don't dislike your method. But if someone is going to do that to me, as you did, I need a hug afterwards. I told him the people who are best at making me feel better are just the people who check in with me, and ackowledge that what I'm going through is difficult. People who don't expect anything from me I can't give them when I'm upset, because I so often feel like people expect something from me. Rarely have people given me an insight on a problem I didn't consider myself. I'm very smart. I feel best when people notice I'm off, and ask me about it. Hey, are you okay, is absolute aphrodisiac.  

Anyways, back to how I would like to fall in love again. I'm worth being in love with. I'm very nice. I care a lot. I'm a good friend. And a good cook. And i give a really good blowjob. And I'm finally emotionally well-balanced enough that that's not a problem either. Plus, I'm pretty cute. I keep going on single dates and then nothing. What am I looking for?

I wrote a really long meandering thing about what an ideal partner would look like. It's a little too embarassing to share, but it was enjoyable to write on the plane. I wrote James a little note. He texted me on the plane Hey! I got your note, was super nice. Hope you're having a good flight. So, we're ending things on a good note. He didn't take my letter too seriously, and he thought it was nice. I'm annoyed I left my sunglasses with him. Everything is okay. The only thing I need to do now is to get through the next 6 days. Then I'll be okay.