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mel-the-fangirl · 3 years

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The Escort

Walter Marshall x Reader

Words: 2,064

Warnings: none

Happy super late Valentine’s, Cavillry! As usual, this is a very very late upload but in my defense, it does say in my bio that I am a procrastinator soooo... Anyway, I’m really excited about this miniseries because I love the movie (The Wedding Date, 2005) and I really wanted to write Walter, I hope I do him justice!

Feedback (good and bad!) means the world to me as rookie writer, so I hope you’ll like, reblog and leave me some replies!

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You could not believe you were doing this. You just couldn't. But there you were doing it, even though your mind screeched at you to stop and save a little dignity for yourself.

The fact that you even considered doing this was already a serious loss of dignity points, so what the hell. People did this all the time, didn’t they? There wouldn’t be a whole network of people clumped into this app if it wasn’t a normal occurrence.

It just wasn’t a normal occurrence for you.

Once you filled your head with rationalisations to make yourself feel better, you took a deep breath and began browsing through what the great city of New York had to offer.

Z, 6’, loving hands, fit, athletic, good manners, for water sports, caramel complexion.

For water sports? What in the hell did that mean? And that single initial in place of an actual name? Serial killer vibes. No, thank you.

Lenny, 6’2”, pretty fit Italian, excellent dinner companion, all occasions catered.

Alright. Okay. Now we’re talking. Tall, European, excellent dinner companion equals to good conversationalist, accommodating. Lenny goes on the list of possibilities.

Terry, 6’, my soft voice will arouse you, my strong hands will pleasure you, let me show you how a woman should be treated, hourly/overnight rates.

Oh no no no. Major creep vibes from Terry. That ad alone had you reaching for another long swig of wine.

Joey, 5’8”, are you into champagne?, bodybuilder, will treat you like a queen.

“If you like piña coladas…” you sang in not even remotely the right key, topping off your drink

Josh, 5’9”, I can make you feel sexy and wanted. Fit, sensual, strong.

“Well!” you exclaimed drunkenly, almost spilling wine on your couch, “Tough beans, Josh! I don’t need a man to make me feel sexy and wanted!” you faltered a bit, your drunk mind still seeing the holes in your logic

“I just… Need a man to help me not look like a tragic spinster in front of my family and my ex...”

With that thought fresh in your mind, you reached for some more wine.

The ads went on and on as you scrolled through your phone, it was all a little overwhelming, how were you going to make sure you weren't hiring some psychopathic serial killing pervert to pose as your date to your sister's wedding?

The groan you let out bounced off the walls of your apartment. The reality of your situation was sinking in little by little.

Yes. You were hiring a male escort for your sister's wedding. It was your baby sister's wedding, by the way. You were a hundred percent aware that what you were doing was completely and utterly pathetic but you’ve already weighed the pros and cons in your head countless times.

Showing up alone: pitying looks, whispering behind your back, having to face ex by yourself, staggering levels of embarrassment.

Showing up with handsome -hired- date: mother can finally get off your back, date is more handsome than ex, ex will want to shrivel up and die, no one will know date is male escort except you and him.

Now, let’s break down some of the guests just for the sake of being thorough.

There’s your slightly overbearing mother (slightly meaning every call you have with her opens with the question: “how's your love life, dear?” or “I have the most amazing man to set you up with!”), all of her judgy eagle-eyed friends (mostly rich widows whose sons your mom shamelessly shoves your way), your extended family (some terrifyingly old school great aunts and uncles who will definitely ask if you’re married and smile sympathetically when you say you’re not), and last but certainly not the least, Jeffrey, your ex-fiancé (best man, but apparently not the best man for you, his words not yours).

"Lordy fuck." you exhaled hard, chugging your wine straight from the bottle

How on earth did you get here? Sitting alone in your apartment, working your way through your second bottle of wine (or third? Who was keeping count?), clicking on ads that spoke of "hot single males in your area" waiting to meet you.

Would it be fair to pin it all on the end of your engagement?

Picturing that moment, you decided that it was only fair. Those were five years of your life you would never get back, you were prepared to sign on for more but, yeah.

You were blindsided, that's the only way to describe it. All the while, you thought that you and Jeffrey were on the same page, at the same place in life. You were the golden couple, the couple that all the other couples wished they could be, when you two walked past, girlfriends would give their boyfriends a slap on the shoulder that meant, "Why can't we be more like them?"

It was so out of nowhere, one minute you were discussing wedding cake options over dinner, then suddenly you're putting the ring in his palm, completely in shock.

After that, you threw yourself into your work despite the fact that you were already a budding workaholic to begin with. That's how you ended up earning six figures a year.

Six figure salary, check. Doing pretty well in life all things considered, check.

But even with all that, there weren't any conversations over casseroles and cobblers about your many achievements. Nope, your mother and her friends would much rather discuss their worries that you would essentially, die alone.

Your little sister, Amy, getting married before you didn't exactly help to put a lid on all the chatter. And with Jeffrey being the best man? And you being maid of honour?

It was a disaster waiting to happen.

Maybe you could make up an excuse believable enough to get you off the hook so you wouldn’t have to go?

Were you really thinking about bailing on your little sister’s wedding? If she wasn’t taking cues from your mother, it would be the only one she ever had.

Not one of your finest moments as a sibling.

With the complications of your situation fully realised, you took to reading the ads with a little more effort. Luckily, you didn’t have to look for long.

Nick, 6’, male, tall, good looking, strong build. You will not be disappointed.

The ad was considerably less flashy than the others but you supposed that’s what drew you to it in the first place. It was understated, simple, and his ad wasn’t entirely made up of overcompensating flexing pics.

Mostly because he didn’t need them.

Call off the search, send the boys home. You had a winner here!

Staring up at you from your phone screen was the most handsome man you have ever seen in your life. Literally.

A mane of thick, artfully disheveled curly hair, eyes that were a light shade of blue that had a sort of dark intensity and intelligence that you could spend days trying to understand, and a smile. Oh, that smile was absolutely suckerpunching. It was odd though, something in your head was telling you that this man did not smile often.

You couldn’t tell if the warmth blooming in your chest and creeping towards your cheeks was from all the wine or from examining this prime specimen. Jeez Louise!

“Phew!” you fanned yourself upon stumbling on a photo of him crossing his arms in a tank top. Good God, you hoped he had a license for those guns!

You had to set your phone down for a minute to think things through although it seemed absolutely nuts that you had to think twice at all. It’s just that after the initial excitement and hormones wore off, it was becoming more and more evident that this man was too good to be true.

Just look at him! Were there actually men that looked like that? And why didn’t they live closer to you? A quick sweep of his profile placed him in Minneapolis.

What were the crime rates like there? And did they have a high rate of murders relating to escort services?

Before you could even google anything related to that, you stopped yourself. If you kept at this rate, you would never get anything done! Finally, after a methodical deliberation (aka ogling the pictures on his ad), you saved Nick’s contact number to your phone.

Aaand that’s as far as you’d go for the night. You could call him tomorrow when you weren’t a floundering drunk. It was like your mother always said, “Always be sober for a business transaction, but anything else calls for a cocktail.”

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The following morning, you sat at your little breakfast nook, eggs still piping hot and untouched, and a hangover in full effect. You’ve been staring at the phone number for so long, you could say it in your sleep.

Come on, Y/N, the wedding is five freaking days away.

What if this guy was fully booked? You didn’t want to spend five days surrounded by family with Mr. my-soft-voice-will-arouse-you, did you?

You slammed your finger down on the call icon and stuck the phone to your ear. Your heart beat faster and faster with every ring and your palms became so slick with sweat that you almost dropped your phone a couple of times.

Maybe you should have taken your mother up on the multiple occasions that she wanted to set you up with someone. Alright, on second thought, you didn’t really want to be with someone who only looked good on paper but was actually an insufferable mama’s boy.

“Hello?” a male voice answered, catching you off-guard

Oh, God. Okay, you’re really doing this.

“Yes, hi! Hi. Uh, I’m looking for Nick!” you chirped, in a startled high pitched squeak you didn’t dare recognise as your own

The silence on the other end was starting to make you sweat behind the knees. It suddenly dawned on you that you didn’t mention any specifics.

“Uh, sorry! I got this number from the, uh, the ad. I’m looking for Nick?”

“Yes! Yes, that’s right, but Nick isn’t in right now. This is his manager.”

Was that a good sign? That a male escort had a manager? Did all male escorts have managers? You clearly didn’t know enough about this stuff.

“It’s a pleasure, Mister..?”

There was another beat of silence before the person on the other line answered, you tried your hardest not to overthink about what that could have meant.

“Foley! I’m Foley, Nick’s manager.” Mr. Foley’s voice returned to your ear, sounding much too bright for your liking.

Christ, what were you, a cop? To be honest, you were exhausted. Despite all the alcohol in your system last night, you barely got any sleep. You spent the rest of the night reading through some reviews of Nick’s service as an escort.

He had a glittering five star rating.

One woman hired him to pose as her husband at a high school reunion and by the end of the night, she ended up proposing to him. He respectfully declined and even bought her dinner afterwards.

That review alone was enough to convince you that you would be in good hands. So, it was time to buckle down, swallow the nerves, and handle your business like the adult you were.

“Mr. Foley,” you shook your hair out and put on your professional voice. “I’d like to book your client for five days, give or take. I need a plus one for a wedding. Is he available to leave on the-”

“Please hold. I’ll check his schedule.”

“Oh. But I didn’t mention when I-”

“He’s available. Would you prefer to pick him up at JFK or will he meet you at your place of residence?”

“Oh. Uh, I guess I could pick him up. Do I pay for his ticket or..?” you were feeling a teensy bit of whiplash at how fast this was all going

There was some rustling on the other line and the muffled sounds of bickering. You tried not to let that concern you.

“We’ll handle that, Ms. Y/L/N. We have your number, we’ll be in touch for further details. Good bye.”

The line went dead and you were left staring at your phone in confusion. Did you tell him your name?

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marbleheavy · 3 years

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more married solangelo because i love it 👉👈

(ft love languages):

- quick but very important note that i forgot to add in the last one: at their wedding, their first dance is to songbird by fleetwood mac and i will die by that

- (will starts crying i m m e d i a t e l y at the first verse)

- anywhoosies

- will’s love language is physical touch and nico’s is acts of service (but also words of affirmation)

- so pda is a weird limbo because will wants to hold nico’s hand and wrap his arm around his waist and kiss his cheek but nico isn’t super comfy with that

- at home or in private, affection is bountiful and constant

- but out in public? nico is hesitant and will respects that, even if he’s itching to intertwine their fingers

- will doesn’t have any of the same insecurities about it as he did when they first started dating (like was nico was ashamed of him? did he not actually like will?) because they were married, nico is clearly in it for the long haul

- so he reconciles his own desire for touch with the fact that nico just doesn’t always like it and that’s okay

- but every time they meet someone new or anything, nico always, always introduces will as his husband and that makes his heart explode

- that’s just how nico shows his affection and if will gets to hear the way nico’s voice goes all soft and warm when he says “this is will, my husband”, then that’s (really, really) good too

- nico is shorter than will (and quick tangent, i firmly believe that will is the one with the abnormal height. nico is like 5’9” or 5’10” which is average but will had a freaky growth spurt at seventeen when he thought he was done growing and now he is a giant, like at least 6’4”)

- (another tangent about the height thing, will and nico thought it was fucking hilarious when percy and jason got all huffy because will was taller than them)

- anyways nico obviously takes will’s clothes and he had to roll sweatpants like a million times to get them to fit and t-shirt collars expose his collar bones and will just melts

- also nico cooks dinner and will does the dishes, that’s just canon i’m sorry

- but sometimes will really does try to make dinner or breakfast in bed for nico even if he isn’t all that great at cooking

- and if the eggs end up over cooked and the toast is burnt, it’s all okay because the way that nico looks at him, sleepy and in awe with messy hair and parted lips, makes him try again and again

- (*cough* acts of service *cough*)

- will also praises nico all the time and for literally everything, plus he is just a fountain of pet names

- excerpts from will’s daily rhetoric: “darling, i love you”, “i’ll see you later, love”, “sweetheart, you’re the most perfect thing to ever exist and i adore you” (said after nico packed him a lunch literally one time and nico got so flustered he had to sit down)

- one time will called nico his “hubby” and nico shoved him so hard

- nico’s favorite terms of affection are as follows: darling, love, (those are tied for top two), sweetheart, and angel (cliche but appreciated)

- some honorable mentions that were probably only said once and met with a scowl/shove: romeo, schnookums, sugar ass, dumpling, baby doll, hot stuff, and heartthrob

- when they tell people they’re married most people immediately are like “wow you guys look so young haha, i thought you were like nineteen”

- and they’re just like “yes. we are.”

- and when they go to college (tbh i don’t think they’d go to new rome but now is not the time to elaborate on that) it’s also a little weird cause they’re college students and they are trying to have a normal college experience and make friends and all that jazz but they’re also married and have been through two wars so the disparity in maturity level is a bit of an issue

- they go to a party and get drunk and just end up making out in the corner (alcohol lowers nico’s inhibitions and will is just so easy to kiss) but not before will manages to drag nico around to meet every single person and says “have you seen him? he’s so pretty! he’s my husband you know, we got married. it was in a church and everything and look i have a ring” and nico just laughs the entire time

- also they have date nights every thursday

- they do stuff on other nights and the weekends too but thursdays are for Dates, like candles and flowers and ~romancing~

- they have an unspoken alternation for who’s turn it is to woo the other, with bouquets and reservations and holding the door open, the whole nine yards

- but sometimes they just cuddle and watch movies and feed each other popcorn

- movie night cuddle position: will on his back, legs propped up on the arm of the couch because he’s too long, nico is situated on top of him and between his legs, his head on will’s chest and tucked beneath his chin, the popcorn is on the popcorn table in front of them and will reaches out and feeds them both the popcorn

- will feeding nico popcorn is such a little thing but it makes nico feel like his heart is going to burst from his chest (*cough* ACTS OF SERVICE *cough*) and it’s also the way that with his other hand, his fingers brush just below his shirt and against the skin of his hip, and nico is so gone

- movie date nights are nico’s favorite

- they’re so gooey and soft it’s nauseating

- one time they hosted a movie night with all their friends (the seven, reyna, cecil and lou ellen, probs kayla, austin, and mitchell) and leo spent the entire time pretending to gag because they immediately went to Movie Cuddle Position™️ but nico just glared at him and refused to move even if he was kinda flustered by being so affectionate in front of others

- nico and will make other people question love, sorry not sorry

once again, this ended up super long lol, sorry! i will also be doing more of these because married solangelo has my entire heart.

#married solangelo #solangelo fluff #solangelo #solangelo headcanon #nico di angelo #will solace #nico di angelo headcanon #will solace headcanon #love language #part 2 i guess #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #nico x will #solangelo cuddling

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artxyra · 4 years

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Hi, could you please write a miraculous ladybug salt with Damianette where Marinette and Damian have been dating since before the show starts. Alya believes Marinette has a crush on Adrian even though Marinette is in a relationship with Damian. Alya then tries to break Damianette up in order to get adrianette together. Also Marinette and Adrian met when they were younger due to the dupain-cheng and Wayne's being friends and the Argeste and Wayne's being business friends. Maybe make it Class salt

Pretending to like Adrien may have been the worst decision of her life. Of course, Adrien agreed to it wanting to pretend to be the oblivious just a friend kind of guy. Marinette and Adrien shared laughs at the thought of their classmates trying to get them together not knowing the extent of their relationship prior to meet them.

Let’s rewind a bit.

It started with Sabine and Emilie went to University to together. They were roommates and the bests of friends. From there, Sabine went into dating the baker’s son while Emilie touch interest in a fashion mogul. Everything was perfect for their little group until business started to grow on international levels. Sabine and Tom jumped to stardom after participating in a baking contest in English and became one of Europe’s celebrities in the food industry. Emilie had grown to be loved on the big screen as Gabriel expanded on the family business taking on building the biggest fashion empire in Paris.

Soon the family of twos welcomes new members: Adrien and Marinette.

The children would send the day at each other’s home when their parents were on business trips. They grew to love each other as brothers and sisters. It was Marinette who asked her parents to send her to big brother's house to show him something she had made. Sabine and Emilie cried together when they realize that their children had taken to calling each other siblings.

When Adrien and Marinette were five, the family was welcomed to a Wayne Gala. Sabine and Tom were quick to become friends with a certain Mr. Wayne. Marinette had expanded who siblings to include Dickie and Tim Tam. Adrien was jealous of the competition regarding Mari’s favorite brother.

All was perfect until Mari meet the latest addition to the Wayne family around the age of ten. Damian Wayne.

He wasn’t like the others, and she had met plenty of the adopted and non-adopted Wayne over the years. He was rude, always looking like he was out to get the world. She at the utmost pleasure in breaking through to the older boy. Her challenge every time she visits was to get him to laugh. She didn’t exceed.

When Adrien went the young Wayne, he screamed and hid behind Marinette, who at the time was taller than the two boys. Adrien hugged Mr. Kitten, his stuff black cat, like a lifeline until Alfred had called the three kids for lunch.

As they have gotten older, Damian took a liking to Marinette and had developed a crush on her. His older siblings found it hilarious when they found the demon lightly brushing at any mention of the Parisian girl.

Unfortunately, a loss entered the Agreste household. Emilie had fallen sick and had disappeared from the face of the earth. Gabriel didn’t know how to deal with the loss, he ended up giving the Dupain-Cheng temporary custody of his son until he figures out his next move. That was the last time anyone had seen M. Agreste in public. Adrien plenty of surrogate siblings to help him through the loss of his mother, but he also ended up losing his father in the process.

Months before they were to enter college, Damian had asked Marinette on a date. Marinette smiles and wrapped her arms the taller boy’s neck. Her boys had grown to be taller than the girl even if it was by a couple of centimeters. Everyone around them suspects that they’ll be at least 5’9” to 6” while Marinette would grow to be Sabine’s height at best.

Celebrations were made at the announcement of the Dupain-Cheng heiress and Wayne heir becoming a couple. Their parents promise their kids a normal relationship despite media interference. The Dupain-Cheng moved into their smaller bakery as it had an apartment upstairs. The perfect front and it was close to the school that they were sending Marinette to for college.

It was all fine and dandy until Marinette and Adrien received their miraculous. Not even a day after they started college. Marinette had taken a liking to the reporter, but she quickly realizes that she is determined, and that kind of determination can last for a long time.

“I’m fine, Dami,” Marinette says to Damian over video chat. She was working on a commission for a client and Adrien was being no help despite being in the same room with her. Damian raises an eyebrow. “I’m serious, they cannot bring me down.”

“She’s lying.” Adrien sings from his position on the chaise. Marinette turns to the blonde model and glares at him.

“Stay sane, Angel. I’m sure she’ll come to her senses.”

“I doubt it, we’re about to graduate lycée and she's still headset of getting Adrien and me together. I’m pretty sure Luka would hate that.” Marinette begins to stitch together the pieces of fabric in front of her.

“In that case, I will gladly put a sword through her if she doesn’t stop.” Marinette smiles and laughs at the thought of Damian putting a sword through Alya.

“Well your lunch is ending soon, we’ll talk later?” Marinette says pulling her focus away from the outfit and to the clock.

“Father will understand if I ditch the other half a day.”

“Dami…”

“I’ll go Angel.” Damian folded. “Are you still on for date night tomorrow?”

“I would be crazy if I said it wasn’t.” Marinette waves goodbye to the small screen. The screen goes black signaling the end of the call.

“So, what are we going to do about Alya?” Adrien asks and before Marinette could reply, both of their phones go off. “It’s Nino. Asking if I want to hang out with him and Alya.”

Marinette sighs and sends a quick reply. “Alya texted me about wanting to hang out with her rather than Nino.”

A beat past. “She’s setting us up again.” Groans follow through.

With Alya, she is determined, to get Adrienette together by the end of the school year. This was their final year and Marinette never once managed to work up the confidence to ask the blonde model out.

Today, she was staging an “Operation Adrienette” at the Place des Vosges. Everyone that is a part of the akuma class was there. Alya, standing front and center with Lila, points to the easel with a large poster board.

“Here’s the plan. We all know that graduation is coming up soon, and I tend to make it my legacy to ensure Adrienette becomes canon. They have ditched us for the last time and I planned to end that this week.” Alya states pretending to be heartbroken.

Lila couldn’t help but notice how Chloe and Juleka were missing from the meeting. She doesn’t want Adrienette to happen but when she tried to get Marinette expelled in college, during a photoshoot Adrien had to threaten for her to back off and stop messing with his sister. Their other brothers wouldn’t like that. Since that encounter, she made a deal with the duo and learned very quickly how there was no romantic attraction between them, just mischief. The reason for Lila being her is because Alya and the rest of them are still her puppets and she has to play the supportive friend.

“I’m still salty about the last plan. They were supposed to have a romantic time at the ice rink, and nothing came of it. This time I’m planning a romantic dinner where Nino and I would ditch the two for another booth. That way they are forced to interact with each other.”

“What are we going to do if that backfires?” Rose raised her hand inputting her concerns.

“We don’t expect it to.” Alya confidently states.

It was Friday night when the plan went into fruition. Adrien had agreed to meet up with Nino and Alya for whatever they have planned. He ended up dressing up at the request Alya of blowing up his phone under Nino’s contact name.

Alya was hanging off Nino’s arms smiling at the model. It was creeping him out.

“So why am I here?” He finally asks even though he knew the answer already.

“We’re waiting for Marinette; she’d promised that she’ll be here in a moment.” Alya deflects the question, she looks elsewhere, no doubt to find Marinette. “There she is.”

Marinette walks over to the group. Adrien gasps causing Alya and Nino to smugly smile at each other. Marinette was wearing a red and black T-shirt dress with the icon of Robin in the center.

“Hey gurl, glad you can join us.” Alya pulls away from Nino, giving the poor teen his arm back and formerly greets Adrien.

“Not like a had a choice, Alya.” Marinette murmurs under her breath.

“Of course, you did, look you’re already here and let’s go get to our seats.” Alya pushes Marinette towards the door and gestures for Adrien and Nino to follow.

Before they were event seated, Marinette notices the two-seat table. Like that didn’t raise any red flags about this evening. Adrien and Marinette took to the table first while Alya made up an excuse for her and Nino. They took the seats on the opposite side of the restaurant to spy on the couple.

Marinette stares down at Adrien both looking very comfortable with one another. The waiter came to their table asking if they need anything to which Marinette orders water and Adrien saying that he’s just a stand-in. The waiter didn’t question it.

Alya and Nino had ordered their meals and she was getting fed up with the lack of communication between the two. She would have stalked over there if it hadn’t been for Nino holding her back.

Just then, a tall, sleek dark hair, gentlemen walk over to the table. Adrien immediately gives up his seat to the gentlemen, but Marinette got out from her seat to hug the man. Alya was in shock. Marinette even gave the male a kiss on the lips before wishing Adrien out.

Adrien had the nerve to turn to Alya and smirk before walking back to the entrance and out of the restaurant. Marinette and the male happy hold hands across the table and chatted. When the waiter had returned with Marinette’s glass of water, he doesn’t seem surprised to see the new face. Instead, he takes their order and doesn’t return until the order is ready.

Alya watch as the couple happily eat. Anger could not describe what she was feeling. Who was this gut and how dare he hijacks a date she had been planning for weeks? When Nino finally gave his okay, it was after Marinette and her mystery date disappeared out of the restaurant. Alya wanted to scream and shout. Scream to the heavens to let out all the anguish she was suffering from Adrienette and shout at Marinette for daring to bring another dude in while she has a crush on Adrien.

She must break them up. If that is the last thing she does.

Alya didn’t see Marinette nor Adrien for the rest of the weekend. She tried to go to the bakery, but the girl’s parents informed her that Marinette was not home. Everything was a mess.

When she returned to the classroom that following Monday, the class was all wondering how the date went. Did they finally get together? Alya was near a breakdown.

“You, how could you. Do you have any idea what I had to go through?” Alya shouts at the teen at fault for all her problems.

“Look Alya, I didn’t ask to be set up with Adrien. At first, it was hilarious but now it’s affecting both our love life.” Marinette counters taking her seat in the back. Adrien enters the classroom not long after she sat down.

“Excuse you, but you are destined to be with Adrien.” Alya screeches but her cries go unheard by the two siblings.

The teacher walks in and demands the class to sit down. Alya turns to Marinette and mouths, “This is not over” to which Marinette raises an eyebrow.

Another meeting in the Place des Vosges.

“I have called you all here to take incriminated photos of Marinette. I need to gather as much evidence to break up Mari and this supposed boyfriend of hers. Any suggestions?” Alya asks standing in front of the remains of the class that supports her.

“Oh, I’ve been seeing Marinette a lot lately with these two boys. They’re clearly more than a thing.” Lila lies through her teeth. She already knows that wasn’t the truth but Alya didn’t know that.

“Someone that wasn’t her boyfriend?” Alya raises an eyebrow. Lila nods. “Good, that is excellent news.”

It wasn’t excellent news.

The first attempt was a fail. Marinette was hanging out with Nathaniel and they all knew he was in a relationship with Marc. Apparently, the artist was commissioning a scarf as an anniversary gift.

The second attempt was also a fail. Marinette was with this boyfriend of hers getting ice cream together. They were having a romantic evening.

The third attempt was nearly a success until Juleka rained on their parade saying that Luka was in a happy relationship with some dude and Marinette and he was just friends.

It wasn’t until they were on the fourth attempt that they struck gold. Marinette was spending time with two unknown boys. The designer was out and about in the park throwing frisbees. One of the guys picked her up and spun her around before placing a kiss on her cheek. The class cheered at the thought of finally getting Marinette and Adrien together.

Alya was waiting for the opportunity. She didn’t have to wait long. Marinette and the dude were sitting underneath the tree at Place des Vosges.

“Your girlfriend here is a cheating bitch.” Alya states confidently.

Marinette turns to her boyfriend then back to Alya.

“What makes you think that of my beloved.” The guy asks raising an eyebrow. Marinette was still in his lap.

“I got evidence.”

“Pray tell.”

Alya pulls out a stack of photos. She gave them to the boy who examines the photos. He hid his smirk in Marinette’s neck who was hiding her laughter.

“So that’s why they were here. I really need to place boundaries on those idiots.” He says thoughtfully.

“Don’t you dare.” Marinette counters playfully hitting the male’s chest.

“It seems that you have caught my beloved with my imbecile’s brothers. Those photos that you have of them are without consent. I could press charges against you on their behalf.”

Alya was losing every ounce of confidence she had.

Adding oil to the fuel, Adrien walks over to them hand-in-hand with Luka. He greets them and kisses Luka’s lips. Alya wanted to scream. How could all this go so wrong?

“If you need any indication as to how long I’ve been with Marinette, we have been together since she turned thirteen.” He states kissing Marinette’s cheek in the process.

“But…but,” Alya stutters her brain could not comprehend the situation.

“Alya, dating Adrien would be like dating my brother. We’ve been friends since we were in diapers.” Marinette then adds more fuel to the fire, “You and the class would have noticed had you not been set on this Adrienette ship.”

“Yeah, a simple search online and you would see photos of Mari and me at galas, movie premieres, fashion shows. She and Damian have been in news coverage from the first time they announce their relationship to the recent engagement announcement.” Marinette blush at the thought of the giant ring on her ring finger.

“Alya, in a different universe I would proudly be Adrien’s girlfriend but it’s not this universe.”

“Let’s go, future Mrs. Wayne.”

“I couldn’t agree more, Mr. Wayne.”

Marinette and Damian walk out of the park and head to the bakery.

“Better luck next time Alya,” Adrien smiles before he and Luka follows the two.

Alya was lost for words, she would never get her ship canon. She fell on the green pastures and contemplate life decisions.

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saffron-nova21 · 3 years

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Cuddling...

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Warnings: Strong language,

A/N: The dates do matter in this one. To make it easier, though, the grey ones were basically just Tendō stalking your account. The light mode are Tendō.

Tendō stretches as he stands next to the bed, slipping his phone away and letting you crawl to him. You stand on the bed in front of him, grinning at Tendō, who just grins right back at you as you place your hands on his shoulders. He places his hands on your hips, letting you jump and hook your legs around his waist, your arms moving around his neck to hold you up.

Tendō saw the opportunity, before you even realized, a sneaky hand playfully slapping your ass, before his hands clasp together underneath your butt to hold you up.

“This isn’t fair, I can’t slap you back in this position,” you huff, before leaning back to look at him. “Just you wait.” You warn, before resting your head against his chest once again.

He hums with an amused expression, before adjusting your body a bit so you’re better situated against him, hiking your legs up higher around his waist before he begins to walk, with you nonchalantly clinging to him like a koala. You’re content to just rest against him, though when you hear the sound of Lev mocking someone, you look over to see Yaku, standing in your kitchen, looking about ready to smack the shit out of his tall, condescending boyfriend.

Tendō is still convinced that you sprouted wings with how quickly you were across the living room and flinging yourself over the countertop to greet your old upperclassman. Kuroo sighs beside him, rolling his eyes. “Good luck, Tendō. You’ll need it.”

With that, Tendō just chuckles and walks towards the kitchen so you can all retrieve food, listening as you argue with Lev and speak to Yaku simultaneously. “Yaku, he’s pretty, I’ll give you that. But you could do so much — Lev Haiba, don’t give me that look, you started a kitchen fire while trying to make cereal.”

It took a few moments to get you both to stop arguing. And even longer for you to get a moment alone with Yaku, when Lev went off to the bathroom. You smile at Yaku. “You make him really happy. He deserves to be happy,” you nod. “But if I hear that you hurt him, it’s on sight.” You take another bite of your breakfast. “Seriously though. Thank you. He’s been through the ringer. He’s a little bruised and a lot of an ass. But it’s nice to see someone care about him as much as he cares about them. Even if he won’t admit it, the stupid giant has a big heart.”

You didn’t notice your best friend had come back from the bathroom, the tall male grinning like an idiot. Though, he doesn’t say anything about your words, just walking back over to sling an arm around his boyfriend.

Tendō knows you are out of his league... But he still adores the shit out of you and wants to make you his... Eventually.

Everyone is convinced you both are dating... Like, would bet their lives on it.

Lev is smug as shit about his height. And while yes, Yaku has grown and reaches about 5’9” now, he still teases his boyfriend with the height difference relentlessly.

I was supposed to finish ans post this like two hours ago, but I got distracted looking at dragon stuff 😅 I hope you all enjoyed, though!

You guys better be getting something to eat, drinking some water, and taking care of yourselves mentally and physically! But remember, no matter what, I’m proud of you! I love you all and I’m always here, if you need me! You’re doing great, love! Keep it up! 🤍

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Hiiii!! I was wondering if I could have a ship with a little head cannon about our relationship type of thing? I’d like it with Ateez, Stray Kids, NCT (ot23) and Victon. I’m a female and use she/her pronouns,5’9,brown hair, brown/green eyes, I have thicker thighs and I’m a Virgo and also an ISFJ. I’m pretty intelligent and my favourite subjects at school are English, Drama, History, Psychology and Geography. I have some mental health issues (anxiety/depression) and am also pretty sensitive to what people say so I’m not the biggest fan of teasing, I don’t mind it if you are very close to me though. I’m also pretty insecure about my appearance and mainly my personality, I also don’t really trust men so I would need someone who would help me through that. I also really love someone who is good at hugs and am low key into arms (oooooopsies), I also would like someone to be really good at comforting me when I’m sad or having a panic attack or crying (which kind of relates to the hugging). I’m more on the introverted side, but if you are close to me I will talk about anything I’m passionate about. I’m the mum friend of the group and am also the resident therapist of my friend group as I’m a good listener, I’m always taking care of others and helping them with their problems. I’m pretty loyal and if I find out someone is talking bad about someone I love deeply, it’s on site. I like music, fashion, makeup, dancing, writing, reading and any other forms of art. My favourite animals are dogs, followed closely by penguins, cone snails and elephants. Thank you!!

hi! thank you for responding!

for ateez, i think yeosang would be good with you! yeosang is the type of person who wouldn't really tease you as his humor and would be the type who would focus more on making you happier with words or cute actions like writing a cute note for you! he would always make you feel like you are worth more than what people tell you are and when you feel not like yourself, he would understand and find a way to make you feel like yourself and a way to make you smile again!

for stray kids, i think you would match well with felix! felix would be the type who would give lots of warm hugs and you would always feel comfortable in his arms! he would always comfort you and the way he comforts you would make you feel special. he would pat your back and talk to you or not depending on what you want. he would always be supportive and when you feel insecure, he would tell you what he likes about you and that you have no flaws in his eyes!

for nct, i think you would pair nicely with shotaro! shotaro is the type to always be smiling and with his smiles, he would make you feel happy and loved! he would always be warm towards you and would always take good care of you! i know you are a good listener but shotaro would be both the listener as well talker depending on what you want to be! if you want to talk for once about your concerns or problems, he would instantly sit next to you and be willing to listen to you! but if you just want to listen and get lost in his voice, he would talk about how his day went or sweet compliments to finish off the day!

for victon, i think you would fit nicely with subin! subin loves animal and loves listening to music! he would be the type to own animals with you! if not own, he would take you out on a date to a aquarium or zoo or animal cafes to see animals! he would love seeing your reaction and would seeing animals as well! the drive to the zoo or other place would include all genres of music and you guys would play singing along to the songs in the playlists!

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ships for @why-the-heck-am-i-here!

@why-the-heck-am-i-here: “Okay I really really want a ship thingy for marvel, Harry Potter and stranger things pls!! Imma send it here because I want to tell you as much about myself as possible 👉🏻👈🏻. (Feel free to post it still lol! Okay so my name is Bailey and I’m 5’9 (v tall) I currently have kinda short black wavy hair but I’m always dying it! Imma do pink next ;). I have green eyes and I tend to always do big thick eyeliner and smudged eyeshadow. I dress more on the oversized grunge side of the fashion spectrum, tho I would love to go more alternative. Okay now that that’s out of the waaayyy. I’ve always been described as the cool one kinda. I’m laid back but at the same time always up to do something stupid lol. I’m definitely always up for some fun but also a good ol nap. When I’m not doing anything like that I’m drawing or binging any show/movie I can get my hands on! Anime sign me up! Horror sign me up! Romantic sign me up!! You get the point. Back to drawing tho, that is such a big part of my life. I’ve been drawing since I can remember. Rather it’s just doodling or going out side with a canvas and some watercolor I’m always doing something new with art! I even have a small business. And if I happen to get a cool idea I’ll sketch it out on anything! My pets are also a big part of my life. I have a Pomeranian puppy named kuma and a GIANT Akita named Harlow. Their kinda stupid ngl but that means they take after mom 😣. Oh there’s music! I’m literally always listening to it or wishing I was listening to it, some times if I can’t I’ll start humming a song without realizing. Lastly id say I’m really touchy, I like to hold hands and get hugs 🥺. SNUGGLING IS THE BEST AHHH. Just some little facts; I’m a slytherin 🚨🚨 My favorite marvel character is rocket I’m a sucker for sandwiches My favorite color is black I always imagined myself sneaking my dog into Hogwarts as a pet (probably the Akita because 🙃) I’m a master a video games! Pokémon is my bff That’s all I can think of! THANK YOU SO MUCH! I HOPE IM NOT A BOTHER 👉🏻👈🏻”

hello!! you aren’t a bother at all and thank you for your request! i just did marvel and harry potter, if that’s alright? i’m very sorry, i just had so many considerations for stranger things and couldn’t make up my mind :( i hope you still enjoy reading these headcanons!! <3

· so, let’s start of with marvel! · as i was reading your description, i was considering many ngl, but i just have to go with bucky, because y’all would really be a power couple. · so the two of you meet very randomly, and a little cliché, at a blockbuster. (rip blockbuster btw). · you’re browsing shelves of movies, just taking a good look when you spot this tall guy, with shoulder-length brown hair, eyes on you, flustered when you spot him and you just kind of smile to yourself. · you spot the metal hand he’s hiding in his sleeve, (knowing who he was, though it wasn’t something you minded,) as you strike up a conversation with him, about the movie he’d quickly picked up when he saw you heading his way. · “the 40-year-old virgin, huh?” · “what- uhh, sorry?” · you nod to the dvd in his hand, realising that was the movie he’d randomly picked when panicking, though he wouldn’t admit he was, even later when you become a couple. · bucky and you end up leaving with each others numbers on your phones, and though he has a hard time admitting it, he’s very giggly and happy. · i mean he just got a really cute girls number, what was there not be ecstatic about? · anywho, so fastforward to after a little too many dates where he asks if you want to make it official. · it’s actually a really sweet moment. · you two are sitting at a fountain, no one around, your head on his shoulder as you just listen to the sound of the water behind you, a comfortable silence between you two. · he then kisses your lips, and you’re both feeling over the moon. · so this guy loves everything about you. · you both kind of have the same energy in a way, both laid back and though he might not have the same amount of coolness as you, you two just click and fit perfectly. · there’s never awkward silences between y’all, you’re practically soulmates, and that’s what steve and sam say too when they meet you and see you together. · if bucky has to go shopping for new clothes he always brings you along for advice, ‘cause he really likes your style and the vibe you have. · and you love styling him, since he goes along with almost everything. · for only you, of course. · bucky always hypes you up and admires your art, kissing your temples as you draw or paint, looking at your art. though he thinks your the art. · btw he absolutely LOVES your pets, and he spoils them by giving them too many treats sometimes, but he can’t help it. · yes, he is a big dog lover. · is it just because they are your dogs and seem to have some of your personality? · maybe. · he’s a soft boy with you, always there for you, holding you close whenever he can. · and this guy is also very touchy. · there’s nothing he loves more than laying on the couch with you, snuggling and cuddling as you watch a movie together or playing video games. · you almost always end up talking through movies, not being able to focus, but y’all don’t really mind. · and you always kick buckys ass in video games, and when he get’s sad about losing you make up for it with kisses and loads of love <3. · he loves listening to music with you too and you showing him songs you like, since he’s not all that up to date with modern music and what’s popular nowadays. · bucky LOVES holding hands with you btw. · he only really uses lots of pda if he’s jealous of some guy checking you out, but he always holds your hand, proud to have you by his side as his lover. · he just appreciates you so much, and is so thankful that you support him and are there for him, especially when he’s going through dark episodes of trauma and PTSD. · all in all, you’re a real power couple, always strong together and you both rely a lot on each other. the trust and bond the two of you is so deep and stunning, and you’re a real dreamy, grunge couple.

· now to the world of harry potter! · okay, so honestly how can i not ship you with the obvious person who came to my mind first- draco malfoy. · so the two of you are childhood friends and meet in your first year at hogwarts, befriending the boy. · we all know that draco is quite the dramatic person sometimes, and you two are quite different in that sense. · sure you have the same slytherin qualities, but since you’re waaay more laid back, sure up for a little trouble, but nothing with major drama, draco is the opposite. · he’s meddling himself into things that are unbelievable sometimes, getting into trouble for the most dramatic things. · but you’re always there to help him. · you grow to be best friends, and many from the other houses judge you for that due to his reputation. · but the thing was that they didn’t actually know him the way you knew him, as a best friend, though you wanted to be more, and let’s be honest draco has had a crush on you since your third year at hogwarts. · he asks if you want to go to the yule ball with him, and that’s when you both crack at the same time to tell each other you want something more than to just be friends. · might i add draco is very enchanted by your dress, which i personally imagine to be this black or grey, puffy gown. · no matter what you would be wearing, he’d love it and think you look gorgeous. · “draco, i-” · “i have to tell you-” · “oh,” you both say at the same time. · “you go first!” · “no, you, you.” · “i insist you speak first, i-” · but he interrupts you by placing his lips on yours and god are there loads of butterflies in your stomach. · from that night, you’re a couple, but it’s not something you disclose to many people in the beginning, despite draco being so fond of pda. · fond of pda doesn’t even begin to describe it honestly. · once you’re a couple he can’t stop showering you with kisses, hugs, gifts, chocaltes- everything. · infront of anyone, anywhere. · btw he loves shopping with you and for you, and simply must give you really extra clothes worth god knows how many galleons, but he doesn’t mind at all. · whenever you gift him something it’s usual small, but very personal, and god this boy may seem tough and ready to square up, but he becomes so emotional when you give him a present- no matter what it is. · also he loves giving you art supplies, insisting on buying your watercolour paintings so he can have them on display both in his dorm but also at home, though his parents may not be to fond of it. · he’s your number one supporter and inspiration. · draco is very proud to have you, and WILL show you off whenever he can. · he thinks and knows you deserve it, for everything you put up with. · aka him. · draco is the sort of person who has a facade for most people, you being one of the only ones, if not the only one, to be able to break down that facade. · he knows that he can be difficult sometimes, since being emotional is something he’s bad at showing just because it’s something he hides a lot, but he knows he can trust you and be himself around you. · and he knows that you’re always there for him. · and draco is always there for you. · you two have a lot of fun and are always pulling pranks or getting into trouble. · on a date you two went to explore the dark forest, luckily not getting hurt, but even if it was scary, it was funny as well. · afterwards you retreated to your dorms, sitting in the common room, having movie marathons, which annoyed the other slytherins since you two hog the tv quite a bit. · he also loves sneaking up to your dorm and taking you out on midnight walks. · sometimes you take your dog along, and it’s all just very cute. · all in all, you are such a great pair, strong, fun and troublesome, yet sweet and tender.

#ship #ships #draco malfoy #bucky barnes

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solange-lol · 4 years

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not so typical love song - ch. 6/13

Chapter Title: Oogum Boogum Song

Words: 1,711

Art by @lizzybizzyo! <3

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The moment Nico got home from school that Wednesday, finally ready to be off for the long weekend for Thanksgiving, he could tell something was different.

For one thing, his father was actually home (per his car in the driveway.) And there were actually voices coming from the kitchen that greeted him, rather than the typical cold, empty silence.

Which could only mean one thing…

Nico’s eyes lit up the moment he stepped into the kitchen. “Bianca!”

His sister looked up from the conversation she was having with their father and Persephone. She immediately jumped up from the table, and Nico dropped his bag, practically running over to greet her.

The moment they hugged Nico realized how much he missed her. Life had been hectic, and as much as Blue may provide some sort of sense to his world, it felt amazing to have physical comfort again,

It almost made Nico want to tell Bianca about all he’s been through.

He stored that thought away for later, instead focusing on being here in the moment with his sister.

“I can’t believe you’re home,” he mumbled into her shoulder. (It wasn’t fair that she was 5’9 while he was stuck at 5'4.)

Bianca pulled back. “You didn’t really think I’d miss Thanksgiving, did you?”

“No! I’m just surprised you’re home so early! I thought you would be flying in the morning of.”

“Nope,” Bianca smiled, leading him over to the dining table where their parents still sat. “I got done with classes yesterday, so I took the day to get my stuff together, and then took a train this morning.”

“You took the train?” Nico asked, bewildered. “But that’s like… an eight hour trip”

Bianca shrugged. “Airline security during the holidays from now until the New Year is horrible. I didn’t really feel like waiting hours in line, so I thought I would just suck it up and make it easier on myself.” She paused before changing the subject. “Now, where’s that sister of ours?”

Nico smiled. “Probably getting a ride home from Frank.”

Bianca raised an eyebrow, a matching smile spreading across her face. “Ah, yes. The infamous Frank.” Nico and Bianca tried to call each other once a week whenever Bianca was free to talk, and during those calls, Nico did his best to catch her up on what was going on at home. “Will I ever get to meet this boy?”

Nico shrugged. “Dunno. None of us have met him yet. Maybe you’ll be our lucky charm.”

As if on cue, they heard the door shut, and Hazel walked in. “Bianca!”

A near-identical greeting to Nico’s ensued, and soon the five of them were sitting in the family room, drinking hot chocolate together as they caught Bianca up on everything Nico had missed during their phone calls.

“So tell me about this Frank,” Bianca smiled, crossing her legs and giving Hazel a look over the top of her mug as she took another sip.

Hazel immediately flushed, curls bouncing as she shook her head. “I told you guys, he’s just a friend. But, um, we are going to the homecoming dance together,” she said, more to her mug than to her family.

Bianca smiled calmly. She opened her mouth to say something, but Nico cut her off.

“What?”

When Hazel and Bianca both gave him a warning look, he took a deep breath and tried again. “You didn’t tell me that.”

“Yeah, because I knew I wouldn’t hear the end of it!” Hazel retorted, causing Bianca to giggle while Nico huffed. Persephone and just watched amusedly from the side, and even their father had the hint of a smile on his face.

“Speaking of homecoming, who are you bringing, Neeks?” Bianca asked, elbowing him with a sly smile.

“Oh, um. Nobody, I don’t think. I mean, I’m going with friends but not, like, with a date.”

He wasn’t lying; he really did only plan on going with friends. It was tradition by that point for his group to go to the dance together unless somebody got asked, and even then they usually just included their date in the group. Plus, even if Nico did have a date, he doubted he would really fit Bianca’s expectations.

What she said next just confirmed his suspicion. “Why not? Are girls not lining up to ask you out? I thought people were into the whole edgy and mysterious thing nowadays.”

Nico scuffed his toe on the carpet. “Haha, uh, yeah. Not exactly,” he said, refusing to make eye contact with anyone. Because I’m gay. GAY!

Maybe coming out to Bianca this week wasn’t the best idea…

—

Nico excused himself to his room later that night after a game of monopoly, despite his sister’s many attempts.

“We could watch Titanic?” Hazel offered, but Nico just shook his head. While it was one of their shared favorite movies, (especially Nico’s), he wasn't exactly in the mood.

Also, he didn’t really feel like explaining tonight that the reason he loved it so much was because of a young Leonardo DiCaprio.

He wanted to ask Blue how the coming out process with his family was going, maybe even get a few pointers. However, when he opened his laptop that night, Nico was surprised to see an email already waiting for him. And judging by the subject line, Nico wasn’t sure what he was supposed to expect as he clicked on it.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Date: Nov 27 at 5:41 PM

Subject: This might be a lot to take in

I’ve had such a weird day. So much happened I can’t even tell if it's real, and what’s good or bad about it.

When I got home from school yesterday, both of my parents were there. As in, my mom and my actual birth father. I haven’t seen my dad since I was 4 years old. He stopped sending me birthday money when I was about 10. I sort of assumed he was dead.

Apparently, he’s not dead, though, and he and my mom were just sitting there like he hasn’t been ignoring us for the past 12 years of my life.

And get this: there were two other kids there. Apparently, I have siblings (and the worst part is, my mom told me later that I might have more. I could have 10 siblings and I wouldn’t even know. My father is a manwhore, apparently.)

The room was dead silent and I just had to sit there awkwardly with these two other kids and listen to them explain the situation. Apparently, my mom is adopting them because my father isn’t fit to take care of them. He essentially guilted her into it because he’s a deadbeat and my mom is the kindest person you’ll ever meet.

Anyway, after an excruciating hour of small talk, they excused us. Except my house is small and it’s quiet, and when they started arguing we just sat silently on the staircase. They didn’t even last a whole minute before they were screaming at each other. We could hear every word.

Imagine being stuck with two people you’ve never met but are apparently related to. I felt trapped at the top of this staircase, just sitting between the wall and the railing as they watched me. I honestly felt like banging my head on the wall a few hundred times until it broke through, but they both already seemed so scared.

Anyway, they’re moving in a little before the holiday break, which means I need to get to know them well enough soon so I can get them gifts for Hannukah. (If they grew up celebrating Christmas… well I don’t know what to do then). My half-sister (that’s so weird to say) is a freshman, and my half-brother is a sophomore. I don’t know a thing about either of them but after the holiday break, they’re coming to CHS. I’m being completely honest here, Angel, I don’t know how I feel about it yet.

My dad wants to take me out to dinner or something before he disappears forever, and I honestly don’t know what to do. I wasn’t expecting any of this.

I’m so lost, Angel. If anyone can find some sort of humor in this, it’s you. Or just distract me. You’re good at that too.

Love,

Blue

Nico felt like he was looking at a weird, distorted mirror, like something you would find in a funhouse. Who knew Blue would have such a similar situation to something Nico had dealt with years prior?

He knew that this would have come out sooner or later the more they went in detail about their lives, so biting the bullet, he started to type.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Date: Nov 27 at 7:45 PM

Subject: Re: This might be a lot to take in

You probably won’t believe this, Blue, but I’ve been through something similar.

Remember when I mentioned my half-sister and how it wasn’t a long story I was interested in getting into? Yeah, apparently when my mom died (I was maybe two years old at the time) my dad had some interesting coping mechanisms. And 12 years later after her mom died, suddenly I’m being told that I have another sister. Not exactly something you’d expect to hear at 13 years old.

But, I learned to love her. She’s my sister through and through.

You know me, Blue. I’m not one for pep talks, and I’m not saying it’s going to be easy. It wasn’t for me. Nor will I say I understand, because frankly, there’s no way I can understand what you’re feeling completely. You’re not crazy for feeling the way you do.

I’m here to support you. If anyone can get through this, it’s you.

(That’s really cheesy and unhelpful) (But also true)

Love,

Angel

Nico let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding once he sent it. It was sort of scary how much he was willing to risk just to comfort Blue, but it felt worth it.

He would do anything for Blue.

Now if only they could work up the courage to reveal their identities before someone did it for them.

#solangelo #nico di angelo #will solace #percy jackson #heros of olympus #pjo hoo big bang 2019 #nstls #liz writes.com

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paintingwithdarkness · 5 years

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46 & bluepulse pleasse

“What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids?”

Bart was staring out a window in the Watchtower, observing a group of bright white streaks flash past the clear pane, heading towards Earth. There was a meteor shower tonight, and it was supposed to be one of the biggest displays in this past decade. Astronomers had predicted over 1,000 meteorites crossing into Earth’s atmosphere. Sure, Bart knew the majority of them would burn up into nothing but nitrogen, oxygen and other invisible gases upon entry, but the ones that were big enough to survive the high velocity and heat of their journey would end up crashing down into Hong Kong. At least, that was what they had been saying on the news.

“Make a wish,” a familiar voice said, as its owner came up behind Bart to lay a hand on his shoulder.

Bart smiled and turned his head so he could see his best friend. Jaime had changed a lot in the twenty years since Bart had first met him.

Like he’d always been, Jaime had ended up taller than Bart when they’d both stopped growing. The older man had topped out at 5’11” once he’d hit eighteen, but Bart had only managed to grow to 5’9”. Jaime had beat him by two inches. Bart blamed it on his childhood. He knew he could have grown a lot taller (look at grandpa Barry), but he’d been malnourished for the first thirteen years of his life, which was prime time for development. He was just happy he’d made it to average male height.

Also, Jaime had a goatee now. It was a stupid little thing- a tiny patch of hair growing just at the tip of his chin, right below his lower lip. Bart had been trying to convince him for years now to just shave the dumb thing off. And no, he wasn’t just saying that out of jealousy (he couldn’t grow facial hair for shit himself). Bart actually thought Jaime had looked better before he’d tried growing the beard.

Bart liked the hair though. Jaime had let it lengthen out over the years, and it was down to about the base of his neck in the back. The front was a little shorter, with fringe that swept across his forehead to the left, and cut diagonally across his temple, getting longer the further back it went. Bart thought it was a good look for him. But that change was small compared to what Bart had done with his own hair.

Bart had let his auburn tresses grow out to hang in a wavy curtain around his shoulders. Usually, when he was off duty (a.k.a. not running around in the red Flash suit), he tied it up into a messy bun that sat just below the top of his head. He was actually wearing it that way now, since he was off the clock (he had Watchtower monitor duty; ugh). A few strands had escaped the elastic hair tie and hanging down around his face on the right side.

Jaime reached out a hand and gently tucked the locks behind Bart’s ear.

“Thanks,” Bart offered.

“You’re welcome.” Jaime flashed him a blinding smile, and that was when Bart remembered.

It was Dr. Reyes now. Jaime had finished medical school about ten years ago and was working as a dentist. Of course he would have an amazing smile. And if the teeth didn’t give it away, the glasses certainly did.

At least, the glasses gave away how intelligent Jaime was. His chocolate brown eyes were sharp behind the frameless spectacles that sat across the bridge of his nose. They gleamed with knowledge through the rectangular-shaped frames, and anyone with even the barest shred of common sense could see that Jaime had put in the work to get to the high position he was at now.

As for Bart, whenever he wasn’t running around saving various parts of the world from tsunamis and evil villains, he worked as a physicist at S.T.A.R. Labs in Central City. He had bought a small apartment there a few years back so that he could be close to family. And you know, keep the city safe from Captain Cold and Mirror Master (damn, those guys were old. Why didn’t they just retire already?).

“I wish we were younger again.” Jaime’s voice snapped Bart out of his musings.

“What?” he asked dumbly.

Jaime pointed out the window. “The meteors. People mistake them for shooting stars. My wish is that we were younger again.”

Bart blinked blankly and watched his reflection in the glass do the same. He and Jaime weren’t old per say, but they definitely weren’t as young as they had been when they’d first met. Jaime was thirty-six now, and Bart was thirty-three. A long time had passed since they’d just been teenagers, trying to save the world from impending doom every couple years. Boy, did time fly.

“Why do you want to be so young again?” Bart asked curiously, meeting Jaime’s eyes through the window pane. “You’re at a really successful place in your life.”

Jaime shrugged. “I suppose. But all I really have are my jobs; the one here with the League, and my day job back on Earth. I never settled down and had a family.”

Bart returned the shrug. “Neither did I. But it’s not too late. There are plenty of bachelors in their thirties. You’ll find someone eventually.”

The older man chuckled. “So, no hot guy you’re banging on the side?”

Bart’s eyes widened in shock and he whirled around to weakly hit Jaime in the chest. “Oh my god, no!”

Jaime continued to laugh, holding his hands up in defense against Bart’s embarrassed attack. “Hey! Just checking! Can’t have my best friend holding out on me.”

Bart’s little flare in temper drained out of him like air from a balloon. “The last guy I was with dumped me like a sack of potatoes the minute he found someone with more money.” Bart rolled his eyes. “Guys can be such assholes.”

Jaime gave an understanding nod. “Girls aren’t much better. Trust me, I’ve dated both, and still haven’t found ‘the one’ yet.”

Bart sighed dramatically. “Maybe we’re both just destined to be hot, single, hard-working men the rest of our lives.” He overexaggerated a swoon and fell back against Jaime who caught him with a laugh.

“Maybe,” he tossed back, pushing Bart back up onto his own feet. “Or maybe we’ve already met the people we’re destined to be with.”

Bart raised an inquiring eyebrow.

Jaime lifted a shoulder. “I can’t help thinking about it from time to time. Like, what if I’ve already met the person I’m supposed to be with, and I just missed my opportunity, y’know? What if I already found my match, but neither of us made a move?”

Bart thought about it for a second. There’d been a few times he’d considered the idea, but it sounded more like something out of a romance novel than real life.

“Dios,” Jaime chuckled. “I sound like a Nicholas Sparks novel.”

Bart’s auburn brows furrowed. He supposed while they were still on the subject...

“Then I guess what I’m going to say next makes me just as cheesy.” He turned around so that he could face Jaime properly.

“What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids?”

Jaime blinked back at him once, twice, before managing a quiet, “What?”

Bart averted his gaze. He could feel his cheeks burning. “I’ve had a bit of a crush on you since we were teenagers. It hasn’t gone away over time.” He nervously scuffed the toe of his sneaker into the linoleum floor. God, he felt like he was thirteen again.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Bart looked back up for a second and noticed that Jaime was watching him. He immediately looked away again.

“You’re a really nice guy, Jaime, and you understand me like no one else does. We’ve been best friends forever. How you’ve been able to put up with me for twenty years, I’ll never know.

“You’re really intelligent, and you have a good job, and you know where you want to go in life. Plus, you’re really hot. Even with the stupid goatee.” Bart’s felt so hot with embarrassment he thought he could melt through the floor. Jeez, here he was at thirty-three years old, confessing his feelings to his best friend like a love-struck school girl.

“Bart.” Feeling Jaime’s calloused palm against his cheek startled the younger man into looking up.

“I-I think I might love you too.”

Bart felt something warm explode inside his chest. “R-really?”

Jaime’s cheeks were dusted with pink now, too. “You know how I was telling you that I thought I’d already met the person I was destined to be with?”

Bart let out a disbelieving laugh. “Oh my god. Are you seriously telling me that we’ve been crushing on each other for twenty years and both of us were too naïve to make a move?”

Jaime laughed too. “Call me crazy.”

Bart shook his head. “Wow. I actually can’t believe this.”

Jaime smiled. “Is there any way I can convince you?”

Bart let out an amused sigh. “Just kiss me, already.”

He reached up and wrapped his arms around Jaime’s neck before leaning in and pressing their lips together. Jaime reciprocated instantly, kissing Bart back like he’d been starved for it. All of the passion and emotion that they’d been carrying around inside of themselves for the last two decades came pouring out into the kiss.

“Why didn’t we do this when we were younger?” Bart panted when they separated for breath.

“We were stupid kids, remember?”

“Oh yeah.”

They dove in for another kiss, this time taking things a little slower now that they’d already had a taste of each other.

Bart opened his eyes and looked out the window over Jaime’s shoulder as they continued the tender liplock. The meteors were still falling. He could see why people would mistake them for shooting stars. And maybe Jaime had been right. Maybe wishes really could come true.

Thanks for the request Anon! Hopefully this little thing lives up to what you were expecting! It’s a little cheesy, but I couldn’t help myself.

#young justice #yj #bart allen #jaime reyes #impulse #kid flash #flash #blue beetle #bluepulse #cute #lots of fluff #future #prompts list

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Hello! Could I get a BMC/DEH ship please? I'm a bi Asian girl around 5’9. I have dark black hair and brown eyes. I’m really into acting, writing, drawing and video editing! I'm not super popular, but I am known for being very loud, smart, and passionate about stuff. I'm a hopeless romantic all the time, an introvert unless I'm with someone I'm very very close to and being around them makes me feel really good, and I love memes. Thank you!

Here you go! ❤

BMC:

I ship you with Christine!

(I really didn't wanna use her for this cuz I didn't want it to look like I just went "Oh! She's Asian, too! Let's just pick her!" but I kept coming back to her because she seemed perfect. Ok I'm gonna go hide my face in shame now)

You guys probably met in drama class. No one wanted to be partners with her because she's kinda known for being weird and loud and hyperactive. But you understand that feeling so you pick her to be your partner

You don't have to worry about seeming too passionate around her. When she's not going on and on about her interests, she's ready and willing to listen to you. You guys are constantly talking very quickly and very loudly to each other. It sometimes earns you weird looks from people but who cares about them

She never wants you to feel like you can't 100% be yourself around her. She loves everything about you, quirks and all, so she's constantly encouraging you to talk about anything and everything. And she's always bragging to people about your accomplishments. She's just so proud of you 😊

Christine isn't too up to date with the current popular memes so she doesn't always understand them, but if you ever send her more nerdy or drama-themed memes she'll laugh about them for hours and saves them all on her phone. She's so precious

She, too, is a hopeless romantic. She will leave you cute little notes that say something like, "This reminded me of you." and then quote Shakespeare, and she'll give you flowers after every performance, achievement, good grade. Anything.

She's also always sitting in your lap. Since she's quite a bit shorter than you she fits just about anywhere. She just loves to be close to you and feeling your arms around her. She feels so safe and loved

If you're ever not really feeling like going out and being around people, she's totally cool with that! Sometimes you guys just hang out and listen to music or run lines together. She says she has just as much fun doing that because she's with you

She's a very serious student, so if she ever sees you drawing in class, she'll try to get you to stop by giving you her best intimidating look (kinda like a puppy trying to be scary 🐶), but once she sees the sketch you did of her she gets all blushy and lets you continue

DEH:

I ship you with Jared!

At first he would think you're a bit much and just kinda roll his eyes at you. But you both eventually bond over being the weird outcast types

This little tech boy loves that you're into video editing. He's constantly surprised that a GIRL is so good at it. His comments have definitely earned him more than a couple slaps upside the head. "What? It's a compliment!"

For being such a smartass, Jared is pretty introverted as well. He doesn't like going out and doing things so you guys usually chill at his house where he tries to teach you how to play videogames and you, in turn, read some of your writing to him. He's a surprisingly good listener when he wants to be

You guys send each other memes daily. At this point you could text each other just using memes, like some sort of new age hieroglyphics

Everytime you get a new script he wants to run lines with you. You're always skeptical but agree anyway. Your suspicions were correct, because everytime he either takes it WAY too seriously and stays in character all day, or he makes lewd jokes about the characters that you can't help but remember when you're on stage and have to stop yourself from laughing

Jared is not known for being romantic, quite the opposite actually, but he tries because he knows you love it. And he tries to get creative with anniversary/birthday presents

He'll ask you to edit a video he did for class (or so he says) and when you sit down to watch it, it's just a montage of things he loves about you, interspersed with photos of the two of you. When you turn to look at him he'll just be standing in the doorway, shuffling his feet and avoiding eye contact. "Don't make a big deal about it. And if you show this to anyone, I'll have to kill you." He's such a shy boy

He's not the strongest or most intimidating person around, but if anyone makes fun of you for being loud or nerdy he will go off on them. He can and will cut people down with his words. "Oh yeah? Well I'm pretty sure I saw you in a hentai chatroom not too long ago, so I wouldn't go around judging other people if I were you!" He's willing to admit he was in the chatroom, too, as long as the negative attention isn't on you anymore

Thanks!! 💋

#dear evan hansen #deh #be more chill #bmc #christine canigula #jared x reader #Ships

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S1: So you reached out to a Sheron because there was something that you’re you’re struggling with right now. Tell me a little bit about that.

S2: So I’m thirty eight. I’ve never had a boyfriend, but I would very much love to be married.

S1: So. So just to make sure I sort of understand. So you’re 38 years old. I think it’s safe to say, based on what you’ve told me, that that you haven’t even had sex with a man, have you? That’s correct. Have you ever kissed a man?

S3: I have not.

S4: This is how to. I’m Charles Dubik. A few months ago, I got an e-mail from a listener. They cut me a little off guard. The subject line read 38 and never been kissed. The writer of the e-mails that she realized that to most listeners, this is kind of weird. She wrote and I’m quoting her here. It’s a bit weird to me, to listeners. Meet Sheran.

S5: I’m originally from Michigan. I’ve been down here in Nashville about a year. I’m a nurse over at Vandy.

S4: And tell me a little bit about about your relationship background.

S6: It’s very short.

S2: I went to a large high school and and there were lots of cute boys, but I never dated. I was never I never was asked out. No one ever asked me on a date. And and I’m fairly traditional and how I approach dating. And so I wouldn’t have been inclined to ask anybody else out. And so college was very similar. I went to a small, private Christian school and there was not a lot of casual dating. It was almost like, oh, I think I want to marry you. So let’s go on our first date. And so I didn’t go to college to get married, but I just kind of assumed it would happen as a byproduct. Like I we get a degree and a husband. Yeah. And obviously that didn’t happen.

S1: It’s worth noting that this is kind of surprising because Sharon is a bit of a catch.

S7: She’s well educated and she likes to travel. She’s funny and attractive and into hobbies like ballroom dancing.

S5: Why didn’t the stars ever align? I really don’t have any any insight onto that. I mean, I and I realized that that my faith and my relationship with God is is very different than than how most people are. It certainly has a huge impact on how I see dating and and the general perspective on on how I think.

S8: But that being said, there’s lots of religious men out there. And so Sharon just kind of assume that, you know, someday she would meet the right guy. And one thing would lead to another and she’d have her first kiss and then get married. But then a few years went by and then a decade. And then she was 38. And she had a great life, a good career. She’d lived abroad, but she had never had a boyfriend or a kiss or really any idea of what to do next.

S2: I did online dating for years, I still, I would say, dabble in it occasionally. And so I’ve been on several first dates from. From guys that I’ve met online. And it just never went anywhere for for various reasons, mostly either because they weren’t interested or another very specific reason which we can talk about. What’s that specific reason? I don’t want to have children, and that has really been a huge stumbling block for the majority of guys that I’ve met.

S1: And so Sheeran’s wondering as she’s approaching 40 years old. Is it too late?

S2: It would be sad to me to get to the end of my life and have never been kissed or to have sex. I also feel as though I have accepted the fact that that might be true, that I could die a virgin or die having never been kissed.

S5: And I think that’s kind of a bummer, but it’s not enough of a bummer for me to compromise in that area of my life.

S9: Can we help Sharon find her heart’s content or at least her first guess? On today’s episode, we’ll see how our matchmaking skills stack up. Stick with us.

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S8: We’re back with Sharon are 38 year old virgin who wants a husband to help. We thought it might be useful to bring in a professional. And so we found a modern day high tech cupid who spotted her own husband across a room and then proceeded to pick him up.

S11: He has tattoos. And so I said, Hey, tattoo boy, where did you get those tattoos? And he said, Hey, little darlin, come sit down next to me. And I was like, okay. I sat down next to him.

S12: This is Lisa Clampett, who has helped hundreds and hundreds of men and women find love. She runs this very elite matchmaking service in New York City, where she has been very, very successful, in part because she knows how hard it can be out there, especially a little later in life.

S13: So interestingly enough, I was thirty nine.

S14: Even worse, I had been married before. But I didn’t have kids. And my mom would always say, you’re going out on all these dates and you’re always finding fault.

S13: And I was like, oh, they’re they’re boring or they’re there. And then I finally was like, you know what? I’m ready to get married in literally when I decided I was ready to get married again. I think it was the next day I went out, I saw my husband across the room, started chatting him up. We were talking 20 minutes later. He said, let’s go to Vegas and get married. And we were married in Vegas in six weeks.

S6: Oh, my gosh. Are you serious? Oh, my gosh.

S15: I was like 17 years ago. I was ready. I was like, done deal. So I went. So in my brain, I calculated the key requirements, which is I needed someone like Hughes. Cute. He was brilliant. So he’s a p._h._d. He’s from the Midwest. Family oriented parents still together. Moved up there with a girlfriend. They broke up, which means he’s relationship oriented. And so what was I to him? I was fun. I was assertive where I talked to him. And I’m probably the only Manhattan girl that loves snakes. And he is a snake reptile specialist. And I had a great record collection.

S1: Lisa, let me ask. Let’s say Sharon came into you as a matchmaker and said, Lisa, matchmaker, I need your help.

S6: Like, walk me through the process.

S16: So there are a couple things that that like no one. I think that if your value system is God and religion and yet there is a disconnect with wanting kids, I think the younger you was probably attracting a lot of men that if their priority was God, they probably wanted to build a family. That’s kind of the mainstay. So I totally think that that is a barrier that is really important to point out. Have you talked to your friends or family? Have they given their feedback of what they think might be the barrier?

S2: Yes, we certainly talk about it a lot. And sometimes my sisters will tell me I’m too picky, which I certainly realize is a possibility. For example, I I’m relatively tall and I really want someone who’s taller than me. How tall are you? Almost 5’9. Okay, height. Let’s say, you know, five, 10 plus. Is that right? Right. Exactly. What other things? Yeah. So other things that are important to me, someone who is fiscally responsible. Another thing would be it’s really important that they’re that they’re smart. I’ve been told in the past by men and women that they find me intimidating because I have a career and because I have a masters degree and because I’ve, you know, lived a lot of places and had a lot of experience. And so I’m looking for someone that can hold a good conversation.

S16: So, so far, you do not sound picky to me. Just letting you know that these are all good, totally reasonable. I think that discovering what is happening at the age of 38 onward, if you’re open to dating someone, let’s say in their mid-forties that the whole kid thing is no longer an issue, I actually think that’s going to be a major advantage to you. Let’s say there’s a couple men that reach out that they accept that you don’t want kids. They’re okay about not having premarital sex and God is a priority in their life. Have you had any of those dates?

S2: I would say two or three in the last five years. Once or twice. They never called me again, which is, you know, which is fine. Or they texted and said it was nice to meet you, but I’m not interested in one particular situation. I felt like was the best first date of my whole life. And we had amazing time. We talked for hours and then he never called me again. So I I will say that I don’t enjoy and I don’t enjoy first dates. I’m not sure that a lot of people do. Maybe some do. But. I find dating. I’ll be upfront. Dating is scary to me because it’s something that I haven’t done very much. I don’t like first dates. I don’t enjoy the dating process at all. I think mostly because I’ve never had a great experience dating.

S16: That’s a common thing, just F.Y.I. I think a lot of people find it hard, but I think you in particular because it’s so challenging, it’s not like you’re going out and making out with someone. And I’d say that I’m also wondering why it’s only been like a couple guys in a couple years that have come from this because generally speaking, there are a lot more possibilities, even with the requirements of of God and no kids. So I’m wondering why there’s such a scarcity of options.

S17: Right. And I think there’s a little part of me I don’t trust myself when it comes to dating, so I’m I’m concerned that when I when I and I’m almost always the one that that cuts things off. So I’ll go on a date. I don’t really feel any connection. And so I’m like I I just I’m not feeling it. I don’t really want to go on a second date.

S1: Let me ask you something on this. Because. Because that’s surprising to me that you’re the one who who’s cutting this off. Why not just say eight? It wasn’t I wasn’t in love at first sight. But why not just go on a second date? What’s what’s stopping you from just taking a flyer?

S17: I’m trying to remember the last time I had a date. I think it’s been four years trying to remember what happened.

S16: Gosh, I think the fact that you’re saying it’s four years. Lt’s like no one gets it.

S17: I know.

S18: I think there’s so much here that that we’re not even you know, you’re saying that you want to run a marathon and you’re still in bed, you know. So I would say that’s the biggest issue.

S1: How many how many dates do you think Sharon should be going on?

S17: I would say at least to a month increased at least.

S6: Yes. Always said that doesn’t seem like very many to me, but no. But it sounds like to Sharon, like, what does that make you feel if if you hear two a month?

S17: Sounds exhausting, but I mean, think about it from the perspective of, like, you know, one 1 every 2 years to 2 a month.

S19: The math is not my strength, but whatever time. That’s like a thousand times more dates.

S8: So our first big lesson is that Sharon needs to go on a lot more dates, but that’s easier said than done. How do you get over that fear of rejection and inertia? And, you know, making a big change.

S20: When we come back, Lisa will give us a plan.

S1: We’re back with our listener Sharon and professional matchmaker Lisa Clampett in the first big step to making a change, particularly when it feels like it’s a little bit risky, Lisa says is honestly asking yourself, do you really want this?

S15: If so, you have to decide to commit even when you know, it could be a little bit painful if you felt like you could get through the obstacle of the discomfort in dating and you could actually go out and date, because I’d say that this is a common thing in it. I mean, how much easier it is is it to walk away from a relationship or a marriage than to do the work? So how much do you want this? And is that a priority for you?

S2: In my heart of hearts, I would love to be married. And if if I can be more effective for Christ as a married person, if we can if I can serve somebody else, we could serve God together more effectively than as a single person. Then I want to be married.

S1: He is sure to let me push on this a little bit more. If someone came to you and they said, I want a job, I really want a job. And you said, how many applications have you have you submitted? How many resumes have you dropped off? And they said, well, I dropped off one four years ago. What would you make of that?

S21: Well, I think that that they’re being not they’re not being proactive. And I think I mean, point taken with costs. I have always wanted.

S17: Love to be organic. And I feel like I don’t like the idea. It doesn’t sound very romantic to turn dating into a job, but at this point, if that’s what gets the job done, then the ultimate goal is to get married, not to determine how I fall in love.

S16: You’re setting yourself up for failure in the sense of it’s an idealized. Reciprocal being in love of a 23 year old vs. what your goal is as a 38 year old woman wanting to get married.

S18: You’ve got to create a game plan to soldier through it to get that exposure, to get that experience, to be connected to someone in this different way.

S22: That’s not the glorified 23 year old Sharon, but the new 38 year old. I want to get married, Sharon.

S23: So here’s the rule. If you want to make a big change, particularly one that seems scary, you just have to accept it.

S24: It is not going to be like a fairy tale. There will be no Prince Charming that suddenly appears. Instead, it’s all about being pragmatic, about coming up with a plan and then doing the work.

S22: And then you take notes. You get home and you write in your diary. Like, what was it like going out with this guy? What did I discover from him? What did I really like? Like explore this guy, get to know the many layers that he is, and that is where you start building that familiarity that you were talking about, that you want you’re building a foundation of a friendship, which is a marriage.

S24: Here’s another rule. Take notes, because we’re human.

S8: We all have a tendency to experience something and then to forget what we learned from that experience. And so it isn’t romantic. But if you take notes or if you keep a spreadsheet about your dates, you’ll start to see your own patterns much faster.

S1: When Lisa says you should go on two dates a month, and that sounds like a huge amount to you like, oh, overwhelming, which which would still give you like 28 days a month when you’re not going on a date, right?

S6: Right.

S1: What is it about those dates that makes two a month seem so exhausting?

S21: I hate that feeling of.

S2: Just not being at all interested in this person and then having to.

S17: Either wait for them to cut things off or for me to say, you know what? I’m not feeling it. Let’s, you know, let’s not meet up again.

S1: What if you looked at each date as just an experiment where where you don’t actually anticipate that you’re going to have another date? What if you looked at dating is just a series of literally just meeting someone interesting with no expectations that it would ever be anything else. Do you think they’d make it easier for you? Because it sounds like you’re carrying a lot of a lot of sort of fraught anticipation into these dates.

S17: Yeah. Mix them. Yes, I. I wish I couldn’t view it that way. I that would be that would that would bring a lot of relief. I feel like I said, I think I’m holding a lot of anxiety, not about actually dating because I love meeting people and small talk is easy for me and those kinds of things. So that’s it’s not the actual date. It’s the fear of having to turn him down for a second date.

S16: So I think that you’ve got to just draft a text that you send them, which lets you off the hook.

S6: I’m telling you, it’s so stupid right now. Yeah, let’s do that. Right. Okay. Let’s let’s workshop this. Okay.

S18: John, it was really wonderful meeting. You were not a match. But I want you to know that I very much enjoy that. You took me out for coffee and I wish you the best of luck. It was great meeting you. End of story. Done. Move on. Click. Send.

S6: So, Sharon, let me ask you this. What if you were to type that into your into your phone before you even go on the date? Right before you meet John. You type in exactly what Lisa just said, right? You don’t hit send because you haven’t actually met the guy yet. Right.

S1: But when you know that when you get home, if it if you if there wasn’t a connection there, literally all you have to do is hit send. And you never have to think about it again. Does that set a race? Some of the fear for you?

S17: I think so. I think that’s that’s the majority of it. But what if I’m. What if I send that text and I just you know, maybe he was having a bad a bad first date or something. And I’m I’m concerned that I’m too quick to to cut someone off.

S1: Let’s say let’s say Sharon goes on this date and she likes the guy. He’s nice, but she knows that she’s not going to end up marrying him. Should she go on a second date anyways?

S16: I don’t think that you can know who you’re going to end up marrying from a first date. If there’s no deal breakers. So I would say yes, because she doesn’t know. She doesn’t. She doesn’t have the experience to be able to make that decision.

S4: This is the next you’ll figure out the hardest part of whatever you’re trying to do and then do it first, right that break up text before the date so that it’s easy to hit send when you get home.

S25: But by the same token, don’t read too much into things if they don’t go according to plan. So even if the text is already written, that doesn’t mean you have to send it.

S13: Stop, stop overthinking it. I’m telling you, that’s how life happens. Just stop getting in your head about it and just make it happen. The worst case scenario is six months from now and 50 dates later, you say like, wow, this is not for me. I think once you get over the resistance and the fear and you start making it happen, it gets easier and easier. And then suddenly it like creates access into your life. And I do what I do because I truly believe 100 percent were meant to be with somebody. I really believe that. And I think that a lot of us put fear in the way as an obstacle for resistance. And then you just gotta get off of that and start running.

S1: Sure. Let me ask you something. How long ago did you move to Nashville? A year ago, a year ago. How how many churches did you visit before you decided to invest in the church that you you attend now maybe five or six. OK, so that’s that’s a good number of churches. And it sounds like you actually have spent more time thinking about the church you want to attend. And experimenting and doing research, then looking for the person that you you want to marry.

S26: Again, I keep coming back to that. I wanted to just be organic where I meet someone and, you know, we just fall in love.

S1: And Lisa, let me ask, how many how many couples have you put together? Hundreds. And how many of them would you say it was organic? It was kind of love at first sight. And it just it all BadgerCare came together.

S16: So organic is such a misconception. We historically have been matched up by communities and religious groups.

S18: So when people talk here about, yeah, I mean, so. So we’re actually going back to the roots of. Of connection. And what has taken us away is urban environments. And so coming back to online, to matchmakers, to to churches. It’s literally that’s the organic it’s not the other way around.

S27: Yeah, it’s interesting because, you know, I met my wife in college and a lot of my friends met their spouses in college. And I don’t think for any of us, it it was it was love at first sight of anything. And I don’t think for any of us, it was organic. I actually don’t think for any of us, it was easy.

S15: It’s a practical decision, right?

S6: Yeah, that’s that’s common. That is that relationship is work.

S27: And it’s a job even in finding a relationship as a job. Once you’re in the relationship, it’s a job.

S1: It’s this thing that you decide to do together because because you like being employed more than you like being unemployed.

S15: As we grow older, it takes more of an effort. I’ll give you an example of someone who came to me was a 60 year old man and he had never had a girlfriend, 60 years old. He was short. He was 5’3. And in his mind, he was a troll and undesirable and no one wanted him. And he was ready to move on with life and die single. And a lawyer friend of his said, You know what? I know this matchmaker, Lisa Clampett goes see, just before you like bury yourself in a coffin.

S14: Ghostly, right? So he came. And what I saw is, first of all, to me, he looked like a big, bigger guy.

S18: I actually took out a measuring tape.

S11: I was like, you’re not 5’3 or amazing. He was funny.

S14: He was kind. He was brilliant. He was a self-taught violinist. What he needed is he needed to sort of look at himself in a different way.

S28: We speed him up in and I reprogrammed him to thinking troll, to thinking funny, kind, self-starter, entrepreneur. Unbelievable. So after months of working together, we found him, this girlfriend. And they’ve been together eight years and he looks like a movie star walking down the street. I mean, unbelievable change of life. But literally, he came in with a little fanny pack in an old 1970s mustache. And it just was like and a little like ball of his his misery of what he was projecting. And it was his obstacle. And so what are the barriers that you’re putting up front like? All these things could really turn around if you really wanted to if you changed your mindset. I I pretty much would say that you could be married within the next year or two.

S12: Here’s the last rule. Once you’ve decided you really want this and you’ve committed to it and you’ve started taking notes and conducting experiments and you’re at peace with the fact that it might not be like a fairy tale.

S7: Then remember to work on your mindset. You are an amazing person. You can do this. You’ve done amazing things already in your life. Finding a husband is nothing compared to what you’ve already done. You already have everything you need.

S16: I would say start by first vision, the motivation and vision. What is it like being married? But then take a step back and and really look at like what are all the qualities that are fabulous in you? Like what would make you an amazing wife?

S18: And then all the amazing qualities of like who you are and what you could lead with and start sort of programming the essence of like you as that best solves that interesting, engaging, nurturing, funny, amazing woman that shows up and then get on dating sites. Be very specific about who you are and what you’re looking for. But take that list of all the amazing pieces of you and make it fun right after you have. Your requirements start going out on dates.

S1: So, Sharon, let me ask you. Are you willing to go on a date next week?

S29: Mm hmm. Yes. Yeah.

S17: Sure. I’m calling.

S6: So. OK, so are you signed up for any dating sites right now? One right now. Which one? Bumble. Bumble. OK. Bumble.

S15: Bumble is is interesting because Bumble is proactive on the woman’s side. So it’s very interesting that you chose Bumble.

S17: I don’t have any issue initiating a conversation. That’s not a problem for me whatsoever. Guys seem to just want to meet immediately without without any texting back and forth. Do I need to compromise and just be willing to go on dates? Or is it okay for me to want to get to know a few more things about them before I do that?

S6: You got to go on a date next week, right? We’ve already established that you’re not gonna have that much time for value.

S1: Why not just make a date and go out with someone who you’ve only texted back and forth with, you know, less than a dozen times? What’s the downside?

S26: I need you. I need I need some guts. I need to be willing to take some chances. And I think also maybe having some accountability. So maybe finding a friend or family member who I can I can talk to about this.

S27: So maybe maybe can we make one more rule share? What if you throw it on with all the rest? What if you have to tell your sister for accountability? What if what if what you need to set up an accountability system? What if it says we’re done with this phone call? The next phone call you make is to your sister to tell her what your plan is, and that as long as this guy is not an atheist or an axe murderer or someone who’s like, look, I can’t wait to have eight children as long as he’s that way today, that you are going to go on a second date with him and that your sister has to hold you accountable.

S17: The whole plan is a little overwhelming. But if I if I take it in little pieces, it’s not so bad like one step at a time. Right.

S27: Well, let me ask, would it be crazy if we were to say as a goal, you are going to have your first kiss at the age of 38 or 39 in the year 2020? Well, I think it’s certainly possible. Would you like that?

S19: Yeah. Because that means that that would mean that I’m well down the road of of my dating life.

S6: Okay. So 2020, Sharon’s first kiss. The year of the kiss. The year of the kiss. Yes. I like it.

S12: Thank you to Sharon for opening up and sharing her story with us. And thank you to Lisa Clampett for her great advice. If you are interested in her services, you can find her online at Lisa Clampett. That’s C.l.A and p.I. TTR dot com. And here’s a quick update from Sharon.

S30: Hey, guys, I think you’re going to be very impressed with the progress that I’ve made. I have joined two more dating sites. I attempted to go on a date last weekend and he stood me up. But whatever his loss. Right. And then I did actually go on a date yesterday. So it was not what I would call an instant connection or a match. And in the past, I probably would have turned him down for a second date. But according to your rules, I can’t do that. So I will give him a second try.

S31: Wish me luck. Bye.

S12: Good luck, Sharon. We hope he’s a good kisser. Do you have a question of the heart or really any other kind of question that needs a solution? If so, you should send us a note of how to at Slate.com. And we will do everything we can to help. How TO’s executive producer is Derek John? Rachel Allen is our production assistant in marriage. Jacob is our engineer. Our theme music is by Hani’s Brown. June Thomas is the senior managing producer of Slate podcasts and Gabriel Roth is Slate’s editorial director for Audio. Special thanks to Asha, Saluda and Sung Park. I’m Charles Duhigg.

S32: Stay romantic.

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nancyswhlr · 7 years

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top shelf

“You.” She pointed directly at the undeniably cute but lanky one of the two, before realizing that was just a little abrasive by the look of confusion on the two boys faces. “Sorry.” She apologized without looking like she meant it much. “I just really need your help.”

...Or, Lydia enlists a tall, cute, boy to help her get a book.

(dedicated to ufb / on ao3 as well)

Lydia didn’t know what she expected, but she was still annoyed. The reason she always came to this tiny bookstore was because it was quiet and mostly empty, especially on a rainy day like today. However, that was her very problem now, eyeing the fourth volume of the latin book series she was reading at the very top of the shelf. And she needed that book. And was a good several inches above her. Unfortunately for her, it was untouched up there (where all the other books no one else but geniuses like her buy reside as well), and she barely reached 5’3”. She also cursed herself for wearing flats today, like her heels would help that much. (The clerk wouldn’t be much help either, a brunette girl who barely hit 5’5”).

So, she had an issue. Her only two options were to scale this untrustworthy and somewhat unsturdy bookshelf in a dress, or find someone taller. Might as well try the second option, she reasoned with herself as she walked down another few aisles, sticking her hands in her cardigan pockets, looking around for anyone tall. She only paused when she past the clerk, offering her a polite smile, as she followed voices she now heard.

“Scott, common, we’re going to be late to the movie!” A boy complained from a corner of the store, and in that moment she hoped to god he was over 5’9”.

“It’ll just take a second, Kira really wants this book!” Scott, she assumed, defended himself as it sounded like he was looking for the book. Sweet boyfriend she thought, rounding the corner.

Lydia could scream with joy in that moment, he was perfect. He had to be at least 5’10”, so Scott’s complaining friend here could easily reach the top shelf for her.

“We couldn’t have gone after the movie? Dude, we’re gonna spend all day in this place-” However, he was just off by Lydia Martin walking straight up to them.

“Y-you need my help?” He asked, stunned. This was easily the most gorgeous girl Stiles had ever seen, and she was demanding his help in the middle of a bookstore at 1pm. She nodded, bluntly. “With, uh, what exactly?” He looked over to Scott, wondering if he knew who this random redhead was. Scratch that, her hair was lighter, more of a strawberry blonde color. Either way, Scott looked just as confused, but that didn’t faze the girl.

“Getting a book.” She explained. “I happen to be 5’3”, and my book is up there,” She pointed, “and you happen to be tall. So, I really need your help. Could you please help me?” Despite her nice tone, she wasn’t being overly sweet with asking. She was determined, and it made Stiles like this mysterious book girl even more. Stiles also in this moment realized how tiny she was, especially in comparison to the top shelf which was miles away from her head it seemed. It was actually incredibly adorable of her, even though he seemed to be lacking words at the moment to express how he did want to help her.

Scott looked between them for a moment, before hitting Stiles on the shoulder. “He’ll totally help you,” He was grinning like he had an evil plan, snapping Stiles out of just staring at the expectant girl not really knowing what to do. Lydia thought his awkwardness was sort of endearing though. “I’m Scott, by the way.”

Lydia nodded, she figured. “I’m Lydia,” She gave them a smile. “You are?” She asked after a beat, looking to the boy she enlisted to help her. (The cuter one, in her opinion.)

“Stiles.” He spoke up, nodding a few times.

“Great. Now that we got the introductions out of the way, the book?” She looked over to Stiles, who looked like he’d forgotten. He wondered for just a moment why she singled him out instead of Scott, but he ignored that thought for right now.

“Yeah, yeah! Of course! Uh, where is it?” He looked around, causing Lydia to laugh. Just a little.

“Follow me.” And he did as she walked straight away without looking back. A few bookshelves later they were in front of the cursed one. She narrowed her eyes at it without thinking.

“H-here?”

She nodded curtly, pointing to exactly where it was. “Volume four.”

Stiles nodded, looking for a second before grabbing it easily. God, she hated tall people.

“Wow, Ancient Latin?” He asked, looking at the cover for a moment. He was clearly impressed. “I didn’t even know anyone still used that. I thought it was a dead language for, like, a reason.” Despite herself, Lydia laughed. Now that the book was hers, she could focus more on the boy she made help her. He was actually insanely cute, even if not her usual type. Plus this whole time he helped her, he hadn’t made a pass at her or anything despite stuttering around her. Another thing that was actually endearing.

“Yeah, well, some of us want to. It’s a nice break between studying quantum physics.” She said so casually that Stiles laughed, thinking it was a joke. She only rose an eyebrow at him.

“Oh my god, you’re seriously a genius.” He stated once he realized it wasn’t, almost looking in awe of her. “Are you accepting your Nobel Prize this weekend or something?”

Lydia smiled again, this time a genuine one. “Actually, Fields Medal.” He gave her a confused look, about to ask what that was before she spoke again. “Nobel doesn’t have a prize for mathematics. The Fields Medal is the one I’ll be winning.” Stiles was grinning at the end of her speech, causing her to as well. She actually liked him, and he didn’t seem intimidated at the fact she was so smart, like the guys before him.

Stiles laughed, realizing he hadn’t given her the book quite yet, but she didn’t either. He handed it to her and she blushed the tiniest bit when their fingers brushed. “Well congrats in advance.” He said after a beat and she nodded, both of them sensing that it was the end of their interaction (both of them discovering they didn’t want it to be). “Is, uh, there any chance I could take you a celebratory lunch?” He laughed a little, obviously nervous despite the fact Lydia brightened that he asked. “This weekend,” He mumbled the last part despite the fact Lydia was looking around the aisle.

“You getting a book?” She arched an eyebrow, asking for seemingly no reason. Still, Stiles only furrowed his brow for a moment before glancing around him. He picked a book at random, holding it up while raising his eyebrows. She took it right out of his hand, placing hers on the shelf for a second. She evaluated it. “Haven’t read it, so I couldn’t tell you if it’s any good.” She critiqued, even though she knew he had no idea what he picked. She placed it back where he got it before staring at the shelf in front of her she could actually reach (and books in English). Also known as the section she had read all the books from. “This one,” She pulled the spine out. “I know is better though.” She smiled at him, still looking confused and waiting for an answer to his question.

“O-okay?” Stiles stuttered. “You, uh, read it?” Lydia nodded, smiling at him.

Lydia reached down for her bag now. She rifled through it a moment before pulling out a pen and clicking it open as she opened the cover of the book, writing something on the inside. Once she was satisfied, she placed the book in Stiles’ hands as she went to grab her own. “Text me about lunch. Or call, if you feel like listening to me rehearse my speech.” She laughed a bit, Stiles too stunned to even process her joke. (Little did either one of them know that’s exactly what he’d be doing years later). When he finally got his bearings and laughed, Lydia was already walking away after giving him one last smile. “Yeah, yeah, definitely!” He called out after her.

“Oh, uh, Stiles” She stopped abruptly at the end of the aisle, looking back at him. “Thank you.” She gave him one last genuine smile as she gestured to the book in her hand.

“No problem-m.” He stuttered, Lydia already making her way up to the counter as Stiles went to find Scott and tell him everything .

He found his best friend victorious with his plan to find Kira’s book, stunned Stiles had a book with Lydia's number in it. (“What’d you do? Beg her to go out with you or something?” He laughed. “What can I say McCall? I’m a natural charmer.” “Yeah, that or that girl is your soulmate.” Stiles grinned. “By the way, we’re late for the movie.” “Who cares.”) And Lydia left with the normal excited feeling she got when she bought a new book and couldn’t wait to read it replaced with the new butterfly excited feeling about her date this weekend.

#stydia #martinski #otp: you're the one #stydia fanfic #stydia fanfiction #stiles x lydia #teen wolf fanfiction #otp: i loved him #my writing #sorry im missing my otp so heres some fluff #its au btw but that goes without saying im p sure

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Breaking down the most important targets left on the board.

The Tigers started June with a ton of momentum and are looking to keep it going over the summer months. Today, I am going to offer my take on what remaining top targets are the most important left on Auburn’s board. By “most important” I took a few things into consideration. First, whether or not that player can have an immediate impact at a crucial position of need. Second, what winning that race would mean in the larger perception of Auburn’s recruiting class. Finally, how likely that prospect is to actually pick Auburn. Here’s my breakdown of who would mean the most to Auburn if they were to sign with the Tigers in 2021.

1.) 5-star CB GaQuincy McKinstry | 5’11” | 172 lbs | Pinson, AL

Auburn has never signed a five star defensive back in the modern recruiting era. They have not signed the top player in the state of Alabama since Nick Saban’s arrival in Tuscaloosa. They could end both of those droughts this cycle if Auburn can reel in the nation’s 2nd ranked cornerback Ga’Quincy “Kool-Aid” McKinstry.

There’s a lot of reasons to be hopeful in this race. McKinstry wants to play both football and basketball in college which Auburn is selling hard. Auburn has been after McKinstry longer than most other top programs plus he’s close with his former high school teammate, now Auburn’s starting quarterback Bo Nix. But it’s hard to be optimistic given the history of elite cornerbacks in the state of Alabama rarely choosing the Tigers over the Tide. LSU also lurks as a legitimate threat in this race and Clemson can never be discounted. I expect a commitment to come by the end of July though he’s yet to publicly set a date.

2.) 4-star BUCK Jeremiah Williams | 6’3” | 224 lbs | Birmingham, AL

The Tigers need pass rushers. You would be hard pressed to find a better one in this class than Jeremiah Williams. A childhood fan of the Tigers, Williams has emerged as Auburn’s #1 Buck target in the 2021 class. Alabama, Florida and Oklahoma are also hard after the Ramsay standout with the Tide likely being the Tigers top competitor. But Williams is reportedly very close with Auburn head coach Gus Malzahn and there seems to be some confidence on the Tigers’ side that they are the team to beat in this race. Like McKinstry, I would not be surprised to see him commit by the end of next month even though he’s stated he plans to wait until December. Another important note, Williams and McKinstry are good friends and would like to play with each other at the next level. If the Tigers could get Williams on board it might help them land McKinstry.

3.) 5-star LB Smael Mondon | 6’3” | 220 lbs | Dallas, GA

Auburn’s linebacker corps returns in tact in 2020 and the Tigers just signed a loaded three man class last recruiting cycle. So in 2021, Auburn is swinging for the fences and looking to land one, at max two, elite linebacker signees. Mondon appears to be the top target.

Mondon is reportedly extremely close with Auburn linebackers coach Travis Williams and that relationship is what has the Tigers likely sitting at #2 in this race. But the Dawgs are always hard to beat for elite talent and there’s a ton of confidence he will soon be joining their 2021 class. The longer this plays out the better for Auburn in my opinion. Mondon has hinted that a commit could come this month.

4.) 4-star WR Christian Leary | 5’9” | 180 lbs | Orlando, FL

This has been a fascinating recruitment that will likely remain so until signing day. Leary is one of the most coveted wideouts in this class and arguably the fastest. Auburn offered the nation’s 130rd ranked prospect before his other two finalists Alabama and Florida. As I wrote during my preview series, Auburn actually felt like they might be the team to beat at the time. But Alabama and Oklahoma came on strong during the spring. The Sooners thought he would soon join their class before the Tide seemed to have surged ahead. Leary had a commit date set for June 6th. If he had kept to that date the pick likely would have been Alabama.

But things change. Auburn continued to stay after Leary and have built strong relationships with the explosive playmaker. Dematrius Davis’s commitment and subsequent recruitment efforts to get Leary to join Auburn has had a major impact. Leary is also sold on Chad Morris being able to get the most out of his talent. The Tigers now appear to be the team to beat once again and a decision could come soon. My hunch is this is the 2nd commit Davis was hinting at on Twitter last week but we will see. There’s already been a lot of movement in this race so I wouldn’t count this as a lock by any means. Even if the Tigers can land Leary this month they will have to fight hard to keep teams like Alabama and Florida at bay come signing day.

5.) 4-Star CB Nyland Green | 6’2” | 183 lbs | Covington, GA

As I mentioned during my preview series, I believe Green is the #1 cornerback in this class. That’s no shot at McKinstry who is a stud but I think Green has everything you want in a lockdown corner in the SEC. I also didn’t think Auburn had much of a shot just a few months ago but it appears things have changed in a good way for the Tigers.

Clemson has been viewed as the team to beat and might still be but per AuburnUndercover’s Keith Niebuhr, Auburn has made a serious push in this race. Green is close with former high school teammate and recent Auburn signee Deandre Butler. He’s also been to the Plains numerous times and is being sold on Auburn’s recent success putting corners in the league. Landing either Green or McKinstry likely means Auburn ends their five star cornerback drought. It’s also not out of the realm of possibility they snag both. That would be a historic haul if Auburn could pull it off. Still a long ways to go though in both of those races.

6.) 5-Star OT Tommy Brockermeyer / 5-Star OT Amarius Mims / 4-star OT Savion Byrd

I would have put Dylan Fairchild on this and probably in the #2 or #3 spot before his commitment to the Dawgs. I saw him as the most likely elite offensive tackle prospect left on Auburn’s board to sign with the Tigers. But with Fairchild committed to UGA, Auburn’s focus will likely now be on this trio of elite tackles.

Auburn appears to be running #3 for Brockermeyer behind Alabama and Texas. I personally think it’s a distant third but at least they are still in the race. The Tigers have shown the ability to make up ground in a hurry this offseason despite the visiting restrictions so maybe Chad Morris and Jack Bicknell can work their magic here. The bonus with signing Tommy is Auburn would likely also snag his twin brother and the nation’s #1 center prospect James Brockermeyer. Those two plus Auburn’s four current OL commits would be a heck of a job by Auburn’s new offensive line coach.

I continue to be skeptical that Auburn is a legit contender for Amarius Mims. Personally, I view the nation’s #2 ranked offensive tackle as an UGA commit despite his public statements that Alabama is the team to beat. Still, Mims has been to Auburn multiple times this spring and there’s some confidence on the Plains they are a legit contender. Mims wants to wait to make a decision which is good news for the Tigers. Maybe a strong performance on the field paired with a home run official visit could swing this thing to the good guys.

Finally, Savion Byrd is the wildcard on Auburn’s recruiting board. The Texas native is viewed as a virtual lock to SMU due in large part to his former high school coach being on the Mustangs staff. But I doubt he ends up signing with SMU in the end. LSU and Texas are believed to be the biggest threats to SMU but don’t count out Auburn. Byrd was at Auburn’s 2019 season opener vs Oregon and visited campus this spring. He reportedly recently had a virtual visit with the Tigers that went well. The Tigers shocked a lot of folks signing his former teammate Chris Thompson Jr last cycle. Can they do it again with Byrd?

7.) 4-Star S Kamren Kinchens | 5’11” | 190 lbs | Miami, FL

I am a big fan of Kamren Kinchens. The Miami native has quickly risen to the top of Auburn’s safety board. Wesley McGriff has made him a priority and he’s good friends with Auburn commit Phillip O’Brien Jr. A commitment is coming on July 11th and I like where Auburn sits. Don’t count out the hometown Canes though in this race. There’s confidence in Coral Gables they will keep Kinchens home. Auburn has had some success in recent cycles beating Miami on the trail, let’s hope that continues in July.

8.) 4-Star DT Marquis Robinson | 6’3” | 300 lbs | Milton, FL

Rodney Garner never stops looking for talent. After signing an absolutely loaded class in 2020, Coach G is looking to keep the cupboard well stocked up front in 2021. He already has a pledge from one of the nation’s best defensive tackle prospects in Lee Hunter. He could soon be adding another in Marquis Robinson.

Auburn was one of the first teams to offer Robinson and make him a priority. Florida State has emerged as the Tigers top competitor and are working hard to keep him in state. But as of today, Auburn looks tough to beat in this race. I wouldn’t be shocked if a commitment came by the end of July though Robinson has yet to set a public date. He fits the mold of a Dontavius Russell or Tyrone Truesdell in my opinion. A big, powerful, athletic interior force that could free up guys like Hunter to make some big plays.

9.) 4-Star WR Shadrach Banks | 6’0” | 210 lbs | Houston, TX

As of today, Banks appears to be firmly committed to Texas A&M. He grew up an Aggie fan and committed to Jimbo almost a year ago. But now two of his teammates, Dematrius Davis and Jaeden Roberts, are committed to the Tigers. They will undoubtedly be in his ear all year trying to get him to flip to the good guys. I think Auburn is going to have to show this fall that their passing game has taken a major step forward. If that happens, I think Auburn has a great shot at flipping the nation’s 14th ranked wideout.

10.) 4-Star DE Dylan Brooks | 6’5” | 240 lbs | Roanoke, AL

Finally, I don’t think the race to land Dylan Brooks’s pledge is over. He surprised many committing to Tennessee earlier this year and seems locked in right now. But this is a kid that was on Auburn’s campus for almost every home game the past two seasons and who comes from an Auburn family. If the Tigers can get him back for an official visit this fall, I don’t think it’s out of the realm of possibility they could pull off the flip.

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Cute Dream Boy Artist

Davey had been working for three hours by now. He was tired and more than ready for lunch. But while working he was asked three times by different people if he was okay. Davey was distracted, his mind traveled to the boy on the roof. And to his dismay he couldn’t even remember the artist’s name. But he sure as hell could recite the whole conversation with the hole of not knowing his name. It felt ridiculous and how much attention the artist was getting from Davey but at the same time he felt like it was a dream. That he had a dream about a cute boy who had a nice personality and that he was just putting the pieces together wrong.

That night Les got his snack and Davey was determined that he would go to bed early so he could get to the orphanage sooner and find out about this artist. So he did, he went to sleep early and made sure that he went the same way from yesterday once he got himself ready for work. He sat there waiting he had hours before work started, waiting for this artist dream boy that he felt crazy waiting for Mostly because he wasn’t for sure that the artist was real.

Jack had took a bit longer shift that night, having a bit more energy after the cup of coffee he had plus longer sleep. He was planning to stay as long as he could but then he remembered about the drawing he hadn’t got to start the day before. So he clocked out when his extra hour was done.

As he walked back he didn’t expect to see Davey. But it seemed that Davey was waiting for him, or something close to that. Jack laughed to himself noticing that Davey was at the same spot from the morning before. Bike against the tree and him just standing there like a lost puppy.

“You’re … actually here?” he furrowed his brow and looked Jack up and down. Jack shook his head sighing, Davey was a mystery to Jack.

“Yep. Come on Davey, you’re work couldn’t start this early. We can sit on the roof” Jack told turning to the boy after he had opened the door staying open. Davey only shook his head in response.

“I barely even know you, I don’t even remember your name! Why would I go in there” Davey acted like Jack has asked him to sleep with him, over exaggerating seemed an under statement. to Davey’s reaction. But Davey hadn’t followed the ‘no talking to strangers’ rule so far. The only thing that seemed to be holding him back was that he didn’t know the place.

“Hm. And you made me think you were the kind to remember things. It’s Kelly, Jack Kelly.” Jack walked into the building, Davey waited for him to come back out but it didn’t seem to happen. For a second Davey was scared Jack had gone to sleep. Had he miss remembered again? Davey felt like he was driving himself crazy.

His worries were put aside in the next few seconds as he heard what he assumed was Jack getting onto the roof. Jack carefully walked down the roof till he got to the edge, which he sat at.

“Y’know it’s probably your rude sense of humor that made me leave so soon the other morning” Davey huffed, he folded his arms like a child. He felt weird acting like this but he waited for Jack’s response as he stood still on the sidewalk with bike setting against the tree.

“It’s probably your dry sense of humor that made me not go after you” Jack said simply, Davey hated how this felt like chess. He was trying hard to not get his king killed but that line felt like all that’s left was a check mate.

“I’m joking, but you deserve it. You come to where I live and insult me, it’s not to nice. But since yo seem to have amnesia I’ll forgive you” Jack told looking to Davey, it made him feel better that Jack didn’t actually think that. But at the same time he realized how rude he was being. Davey’s eyes widened as he realized how he acted.

“Well I’m sorry but I needed to know if the guy from my dream was real …” he trailed off thinking about how he spent most of the day before with Jack stuck in his head. Jack didn’t expect that, his face flushed and he stayed silent for a second.

“You had a dream about me?” It was Jack’s turn to have wide eyes as he fully realized Davey’s words.

“Oh my- Damnit no no. I- … yesterday after I started working I forgot your name so I thought it could have been a dream of a cute artistic dream boy or something. But you being here proves that wrong.” Davey tried to explain rushing through his words. Jack chuckled, his face still tinted pink but Davey didn’t notice over trying to fix his words. But Davey’s own face had turned red from the misunderstanding.

“So you thought I was just a cute artistic dream boy?” Davey opened his mouth to respond but he had no way to recover from that. Jack only took Davey’s silence as confirmation, Jack wasn’t wrong. He had completely accepted the fact that it could of been a dream of something he wish he had. He didn’t think now he knew it was real that maybe Jack might not like boys or that he was completely outing himself right there and then.

“Well nice to know we play on the same team. But I am sorry to say, we are basically strangers-”

“No no no. I mean yes, but I didn’t mean to and I do not like you. I had mistaken you as a dream but I am most definitely not crushing on you because as you said we are strangers.” Jack laughed at Davey’s sentence, Davey wasn’t the smoothest with words from what Jack had seemed but it made for a good laugh.

“Okay okay I’m done messing with ya Davey, you say we are strangers so let’s get to know each other. Let’s play two truths and a lie” Jack told with a sly grin. It was a game that after you knew someone was only good for fun facts about their life. But when it came down to knowing a good amount of nothing about someone, you can find out some pretty cool stuff without trying to hard.

“What’s that?” Davey asked cocking his head to the side, it seemed simple but he didn’t understand the objective.

“Davey Jacobs if you don’t know what two truths and a lie is we are gonna have a long morning” Jack said dramatically, but he was surprised that Davey actually didn’t know.

“I assume it’s where we tell two truths and … a lie?”

“Sorta, the truth and lie are about us so here let me go first. Um I have two jobs, I know all the names of the boys in this orphanage, and I like dogs. Now you guess the lie”

“Okay well I wouldn’t put it past you to get two jobs from what I do know about you so not that. You can’t not like dogs so, two is the lie?”

“One thing you shall learn about me is that I am more loyal to those boys then to my own life. So you are wrong, I just don’t like dogs that much.” Davey gasped in fake a way to try and look a offended.

“How dare you. I don’t even want an answer we’re moving on from your betrayal, I think I got this anyway. So, I have three sibling, I am 5’8, and I love Mexican food”

“Well Mr. Davey Jacobs I believe you are a Mexican lover, and you did say you worked for bills to say so I’m calling your bluff on being 5’8”

“You did it, I am actually 5’9 or 5’10 I don’t remember. How’d you guess so well?”

“It seems I can’t help but be’s correct” Davey rolled his eyes and laughed. This game sounded dumb but it did something to get them to know each other, but it also made time go by rather fast and he wasn’t comfortable telling his parents that he missed the bus to work because he got distracted by a new friend. It just wasn’t on the good excuse list. So he was fine when they continued talking. Davey only focusing on the time. Jack seemed to only care about talking, not the time or place. Even if that was the opposite of Jack’s initial intention, he had any other night to draw and would rather talk to Davey anyway.

“Okay okay I’m sorry Jack. I’m cutting this visit short. I’ve got work, go get sleep or something.” Jack only groaned, but he did suppose that if Davey did stay until the others woke up Jack would never hear the end of it. Davey got onto his phone ready to head off.

“Well I have work too so, sleep is a no no right now. See ya later dreamer” Davey shook his head, a small grin stuck on his face as he started peddling down the sidewalk. They both had a long day but it seemed a little it more worth it getting to spend time with someone who had to be awake just as early to work. It was comforting to be talking to someone rather than waiting for work alone.

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ahhhh okay this is late but like ;;;; I’m not good with dates and I got distracted so Im finishing this before I sleep. - Jae

- cute !!

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knickkatstuff · 7 years

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Of Spinobi And Sisters: Chapter 1~

I do not own Ninjago. All credit goes to Dan & Kevin Hageman. I only own my OCs. Please enjoy; critiques are fully welcome <3

Chapter 1: ‘We’ve Left Too Calmly’ Ever since the Overlord’s demise; the Serpentine took the humans to heart; all the tribes except one. The Viperian. This tribe’s legend begins in feudal Japan. The Viperian were once a pacifistic group who lived happily with the humans. They brought great joy and prosperity to them; for they had invented the Moon Festival. But the daughter of the general; Venomi, saw darker power in ruling over the tribe. What could be another generation of peace and happiness was instead darkness and destruction. Venomi attacked the innocent humans; to the point where she turned her anger to her father. After killing her father; Venomi took charge of the Viperian, making them join her in her dark path. But then; she took down their first invasion. The first Spinobi Kunoichi; using a magic that the First Spinjitzu Master made long before creating Ninjago. Spinobi magic. However; she did not last long after the war. Now years later; Venomi had now given birth to her now twenty-two-year-old son, Poi-Shen, and her eighteen-year-old son, Fangz. And the First Spinobi Kunoichi’s granddaughter had now earned a daughter and four students. Years later… “This will hurt, okay?” Sixteen-year-old Jennifer Jones said to her younger friend, Angela Larsson, or Angie before kneeling on the sofa to wrap her leg in a bandage. Jennifer, or Jen, was the master of snakes. She had long wavy dirty blonde hair that was tied into a twist ponytail. Her more upturned soft blue eyes held a serious gaze; her lips were full; and her body was somewhat boney, but not entirely. She wore little make-up; mainly eyeliner and mascara. Her uniform was an aqua green color; with a katana sheathed to her back. She was the second-youngest of the group; and stood at 5’8. “OW!” Angie yelped in pain. Jen kept her steely gaze, “I warned you, Angie,” “Pft, I know.” Angie pouted. She was the youngest of the group; as well as the shortest (standing at 5’5). She had long strawberry blonde hair that was tied into two braids that rested over her shoulders; her big crystal blue eyes shined; her broad smile was currently turned to a pout; and two tessen fans were sheathed in the belt of her auburn red uniform that hugged her small curves well. She didn’t like wearing make-up; it took too long in her opinion. Even though she was depicted as “tiny” by the others, she was the master of thunder. “Did you Angie? Did you really?” Seventeen-year-old Emilie Vigioso asked sarcastically; leaning on the archway. Emilie was the second-eldest; and stood at 5’9. She had long chestnut brown hair that was tied into a messy low bun. Her eyes were a brilliant apple green that were highlighted with black and purple eye make-up; and sharp lips. Her body was slim; and covered by a purple uniform that hugged these curves tight. She often wore make-up; the reason is unknown. Emilie was also the master of predator. “Emilie.” Jen said with a glare. Emilie smugly glared back, “Jen.” “Children, enough.” Seventeen-year-old Kayla Babcock implied as she kept her gaze to her laptop. Kayla stood at 5’7; and was only a bit younger than Emilie. She had short sandy brown hair that ended just past the centre of her neck; chocolate coloured eyes; thinner lips that were coloured with neutral pink lipstick. She wore a light pink uniform that fit well with her somewhat-pear figure; and a kusari-fundo was attached to her belt. At the time; Kayla was busy hacking into a Viperian firewall to keep them from knowing where they were, as she was the master of technology. Emilie kicked Kayla’s leg; but not enough to seriously hurt her, just to piss her off. Kayla glared lightly at Emilie; then turned back to her computer. “Guys, this isn’t a good time.” The clacking sound of high heels grew near; and eighteen-year-old Yoidesu Sonai appears with a chill expression of her face. Sonai was the eldest of the group; as well as the tallest, standing at 5’10. She has long jet black hair tied into a low ponytail, and bangs split down the middle of her head that rested in front of her ears. She had bright honey brown eyes that just slightly held a glint of blue light, and her lips were full. She had an hourglass figure with her crystal blue uniform hugging every curve. Sonai was the master of wind, like her… deceased older brother, but also something much more powerful. The four girls looked at Sonai before placing looks of guilt and embarrassment once seeing her expression. It was a bad idea to get that look from her if you were them, “Unimpressed Soni was scary Soni.”, as they thought. Sonai let out a sigh, softening her gaze, “Did you guys finish packing?” “We did, Soni, don’t worry.” Jen answered, earning glares from Emilie and Angie before they agreed alongside Kayla. Sonai smiled lightly, before walking towards Kayla. “Did you set up the firewall yet, La-La?” “Just a second…” Kayla mumbled as her fingers typed the final code. As she saw the “FIREWALL ENGAGED” sign, she almost burst with joy. She wrapped her arms around Sonai; pulling her into a tight hug as the black-haired girl laughed a little. “I assume your enthusiasm means you have succeeded in hacking the firewall, child?” The elderly Japanese voice was soon recognized to belong to Sensei Yoidesu. Sensei Yoidesu was around fifty-five-years-old; and held a sweet, impressed smile on her aged face. She had wavy, greying stark blonde hair in which the top layer was held up in a clip; narrow turquoise eyes; and thinner lips; with wrinkles around her eyes, cheekbones, and mouth. She wore an almost cream-like white kimono top and pants, with the Ninja Hikari symbol on the back (a black and white Dahlia-ish flower). Kayla took a second to calm her excitement, blushing lightly in embarrassment, “H-Hai sensei.” Sonai happily ruffled Kayla’s short hair, smiling warmly. Yoidesu turned her head to the others, Jen was simply finishing off Angie’s bandages as Emilie prodded and constantly tried to annoy Jen, who just sighed irritably and rolled her eyes. Oh, these poor girls. Yoidesu thought, a look of concern appearing on her sighing face. Perhaps this was a bad idea. What if they find us? What if they know how to locate us? What if- “Mother.” Sonai’s voice took her mother out of her trail of mind. The black-haired girl smiled comfortably. “Don’t worry, I’m sure that we’ll be okay to get out of the city.” Yoidesu’s eyes widened with surprise at hearing her daughter’s words. Sonai had read her mother’s mind… again. The elderly woman let out a small chuckle, “Oh, how you make me smile, my daughter.” “Yo~” A young male’s voice loomed in. Seventeen-year-old Conner Jennings walked into the room, removing his black earbuds from his ears. Conner stood at around Sonai’s height, with the exception of a few inches. He had long, dyed white hair that was tied into a high ponytail the ended at his lower back, with a tan brown bandanna around his forehead; with light grey eyes. He was currently wearing a black t-shirt with a brown leather jacket tied around his waist, tan jeans, and grey sneakers. He looked a little worn out; as he was dealing with preparing the horses for about two hours. Maybe his girlfriend would make his attitude better. “CONNER!” Angie yelled happily; running up to Conner and hugging him tightly. The two had been dating for about two years now; and the girls often wondered how he lasted that long without going insane. With Conner’s intelligence, and Angie’s… condition… they just went with the fact that Conner knew his shit. Conner laughed and kissed her temple lightly. Then Sonai just decided to ruin this cute moment. I know; she’s heartless. “Yoshi, yoshi~ Let’s get our stuff and finally leave.” Sonai chuckled when Angie gave her a hard-core pouty face, before walking off with the others to collect their stuff. Jen didn’t exactly pack much, only the things she absolutely cannot live without. She was always a serious and blank-faced girl, and it was rare that you get her to even smirk. She had always been attracted to art and the more classical and slow music, but a simple rock song here and there wouldn’t be the end of the world. She had packed her art supplies, training regime, and collection of many novels; mostly the “Giver Quartet” by Lois Lowry. Emilie was an emo type of girl; meaning she couldn’t live without her clothes and make-up. She packed her eyeliner and eyeshadow; her countless CDs of rock and punk music; and cooking supplies, as she had a passion for cooking and baking. She was always… the “troublemaker” of the team. She would constantly be trying to annoy the girls to the point of getting them in a pissy mood; and was always flirty and a bit perverted when it comes to girls that meet her standards (*cough cough* Jen); she was certainly a feisty puppy. Kayla was always a timid and sweet girl. She’d always talked quietly, stutter when she wanted to state her point when others were speaking, and would apologize at anytime if she felt it was necessary. She simply packed her tool-box; study books; and her small container-shaped necklace which she never opened unless she had to. Kayla was always known for her one thing; her Monophobia, meaning she was terrified of being alone. She’d get clingy to people if she was scared; and would even freak out to the point of a full-blown panic attack. Angie happily hummed to herself as she packed her bags. She packed her many hair elastics; her old Nintendo DS; and her hundreds of stuffed animals. She was always bubbly and happy; up to the point where the others assumed she was an idiot. Most times she would be off into her own little world; and acted as if her stuffies were real, talking with them and making them walk/speak/etc.; much like a child would. But with her condition; the girls never questioned or were angry at her actions. Sonai gazed at a simple photo of her and her brother before folding it and placing into her collar. She was the caring one of the group; often treating the girls as if they were her younger sisters. She simply packed the hygiene products; extra clothes; and other things they might need. She always put the clan before herself; often not even worrying about her health/state, as long as the others were okay and happy. There was never anything she wouldn’t do for her girls. It almost seemed like she didn’t consider herself existent or important; but she was extremely good at hiding it. Yoidesu checked in with the girls through the archway; watching as they hurried to pack their things. She had taken the time to pack already; packing food and water, along with other things. She had adopted Sonai years ago and taken in the girls around three years ago; and almost acted like the typical overprotective mother. She’d ask them questions like “Where are you going so late?” or “Are you sure you should be wearing such short clothes?”; average mom things. She refused to let them get hurt; she would not fail her family again. Around 30 minutes later… “Alright; Kūki.” Sonai said as she rubbed her horse’s mane. “We’re gonna be going away for a while.”

Kūki whinnied in response; and Sonai chuckled as she climbed upon him. Kayla and Emilie finished setting up the fake skeletons around the girls’ room; adding the wigs and putting one of their gi’s on them and such. They returned out side to board their horses with Jen and Angie. Emilie laughed as she roughly petted her horse, Poupurinto, and she nipped her hair; while Kayla checked the harnesses on her horse, Supāku, and he rubbed his head against her chest. “Did you set up the fakes?” Jen asked; turning from her horse, Hebi, and gazing at Emilie. In the distance; Angie could be seen doing some gymnastics before climbing onto her horse, Kaminari, behind of Conner. Emilie rolled her eyes, “Yes, your Highness. Now; do I get a reward~?” She asked; leaning down and puckering her lips at Jen; who sighed irritably before a short and sweet kiss on her lips. “Alright, lovebirds.” Sonai interjected; her back impressively bent backwards while Kūki was turned away from them, “Let’s get goin’.” Jen blushed heavily; before walking hastily to climb aboard Hebi. She simply pretended that the kiss never happened; straightening her ponytail and adjusting her armband. Emilie stuck her tongue out at Sonai; who simply laughed at her. Emilie simply trotted on Poupurinto up to where Jen was; and lightly pinched her behind. “C’mon…” Angie said in an almost whiny voice; swatting the air with one arm while the other was wrapped around Conner’s waist. “I’m not unpacking right after I had to carry everything!” Conner glared at Angie, “What are ya’ talkin’ about? I did all the work!” Angie just pouted and crossed her arms at her boyfriend. Sonai sighed while watching Jen yell at Emilie while Angie and Conner just playfully glared daggers at each other. As for Kayla? She was simply gazing shyly from the mother and daughter to the team. Yoidesu shook her head, “Yame!” The four teenagers stopped and stared fearfully at the elderly woman. “We must get going!” “H-Hai Sensei.” The team responded before trotting on their horses to where Yoidesu was. The sensei sighed irritably; but she knew she couldn’t stay mad at her students. They were children; and not perfect children at that. Sonai smiled at her mother and girls, “Alright. New home, here we come.” The team then took off; Sonai staying behind with a match in her hand. She sparked a flame; and chucked it at the dojo. In the mere matter of a minute; the flames began to spread across the wooden cabin-like home. … C’mon Soni… The black-haired female thought to herself; turning Kūki around to catch up with her team. They shouldn’t be able to find us. They’re good with electronics; not biology… yeah. “Hey, Sons.” Angie snapped Sonai away from her mind. “You wanna know something weird?” “No.” The entire team responded; Sonai shook her head, laughing, “Sure, Ange. Whassup?” “Soni, no.” “Don’t ya’ think we left too calmly?” Angie asked; Sonai shrugging in response. “Fucking hell, Angela.”

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daddyconfessions · 5 years

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sugar tales: Big Bird

I’ll tell you about my relationship with “Big Bird”. We had a pretty good thing going until the Event Horizon came and decimated our relationship. BB wasn’t bad with ibe’s. I mean if I wanted to hook up she made it happen. She was just extremely horrible at texting and keeping the communication going. Things get a little grimey and there is lots of sex, so ***** warning ***** proceed with caution and if under 18 please stop here! Yea right.

Also, for those who have asked me how to get back with a guy after the event horizon, this story should help with that question as well.

Sorry if the story isn’t as well written as the others. Kinda busy with the holidays and you guys got me under pressure to update my blog!

I met Big Bird through SD.com. I call her Big Bird because she was about 5’8, 5’9, with blonde hair. Flamboyant, glam chick with long legs. She was Creole or something like that. Straight hair. Brown, creamy complexion, full lips, all the good stuff. She was from the hood too and was self-proclaimed ratchet ass chick. Your boy was digging her too.

However, messaging/texting was a problem right out the gate. First we sent messages back and forth through SD.com. Standard stuff. Then, we switched up to text. At the time I was seeing Poca, another SB, so Big Bird’s slack in texting put her at a disadvantage. If I wasn’t really into her, our fling would have never materialized. We had started texting and then all of a sudden she didn’t answer a text. A few days went by and I was like hmmm let me hit her up. See if she’s interested. She responded right away. I told her I thought she had lost interest and she said she never got my text. That was’t the problem though. The problem was, and I wouldn’t know this until later, was that she never initiated text. So even though she was interested, if I hadn’t texted her we wouldn’t have talked again. That was her rule. Period. If the a new day came, she wasn’t going to text first.

So we keep talking over the days to come, complete with her deciding she wanted to do a pay per meet type of thing. Then we finally meet. I’d like to say we went to a nice restaurant and laughed and talked and sipped wine. But that doesn’t always happen contrary to popular belief. Dinner and lunch, general first dates are just formalities. A lot of chicks are a little more direct about what they want. The key for Daddies is to listen to her and follow her lead. Some chicks want to go out and meet first. Others prefer to get right down to it. This is a crucial stage that a daddy can’t afford to fuck up. One wrong move and the wrong impression can be had.

Nonetheless, I had big hopes for our first date. Her pics were hot. I was digging the blonde hair too. Different for a change. It would have been cool to take her out. But she expressed she’d rather get started with our arrangement. Who was I to complain?

I picked her up and took her to the motel. We get inside and she undressed and I was like whoa. That big body had me going. She was a tall chick, slim but I’m sure still a size 8 or 10. Nice and thick. I tried to kiss her and she told me she didn’t kiss. I didn’t like it but I went along with it. She laid down on the bed and I surprised her by going for some fellatio. With the first few strokes of my tongue she was twitching and I hadn’t even got started yet. I guess she didn’t get ate out often cause she was going crazy as I licked the pretty brown and pink muff.

The more I licked the more she shivered and convulsed. I made her put a pillow under her head so that we could look each other in the eye as I licked the kitty. Her pussy was so fresh I just went crazy licking it. She came quick the first time which shocked me. Either I was really good at what I was doing or she came easily. I asked for a return on the knowledge I invested. “I don’t give head,” she said. I was like WTF. “I don’t give head to guys I’m not in love with.”

No kissing. No head? Damn sugarbaby rules. If she wasn’t as fine as she was and the kitty wasn’t as good I might have passed. But, I was digging BB. I’ll stick around.

I strapped up and went in. Big Bird had some of the deepest, tightest kitty I’ve ever been in I think. She took all of the dick and then some. “Hit the bottom daddy,” she told me. And I damn sure tried to get as far up her uterus as possible. As we continued to fuck over the weeks to come, she would always "Hit the bottom daddy” would be a recurring theme.

20 minutes later she was ready for round 2. I was impressed. Most chicks would be jumping up, ready to go. But she was down for another round. I could overlook the no kiss no head policy. During those 20 minutes we got to talk tho. As she talked I kissed her all over while I made conversation. “Mmmm that feels good...” she said. She was from Louisiana somewhere. Had about 2 brothers and they were all raised by a single mom. She whipped out her phone and showed me some pics. They were all fair skinned with straight hair. Big Bird was a recent grad from college and now in law school. My allowances were going towards books and her part of the rent. She didn’t have a car and had no interest in getting one.

All that talking and kissing got me hard. We did missionary again for round 2. Them long legs were wrapped all around me. We switched to doggie and I pounded the kitty from the back. I slapped the ass a few times but didn’t get the rippling effect the way I usually like it. Her ass wasn’t as big as Ms. Butterworth. As it turned out she like the canine. She came and her legs started shaking and knees started buckling. She tried to stay up but she started to collapse under me. I was relentless tho. I kept on beating the kitty, following her to the bed as I tried to make her cum more than once. But that shit backfired. I ended up coming myself and surprisingly did some moan/yell type of stuff that made me sound like a little bitch. My own knees buckled and I collapsed on top of her.

I rolled off all sweaty. BB started laughing at me. “That’s not funny I told her…” She laughed and said, “I knew you were bitch made.”

It was nice to cum together. Rare for me in the sugarbowl. We did some more talking and then got up and got dressed and I took her home.

Our relationship blossomed over the next several weeks. The sex got better too, though pretty much what you read above. “Hit the bottom daddy,” was being said at least 2 to 3 times a week. Per pay meets work a little better. As long as you spending sugar chicks is willing to hook up. Weekly and monthly allowance chicks tend to strictly stick to the agreement. It wasn’t all about sex either. I took her to all the restaurants she liked. Took her shopping. Whatever she liked. It was beautiful. Except for one little thing. She never, ever, text me first.

It was ok at first because I was after her. So I’d happily texted. Even though I was seeing another SB, Big Bird had my interest for the moment. But as the newness of our relationship wore off, my text started getting further and further apart. I wasn’t done with her….just as time wore on, I wasn’t thinking about her as much. And Poca text me quite often so it was easy to keep up with her. On a few occasions a few days would go by with no text. So I’d hit her up and she’d answer right away. Every time I’d get an immediate response. Once I was like, “Damn were you just sitting there waiting on me to text or what?” She never answered.

One day I asked her about it again, after sex while we lay in bed. She told me she saw how her bothers’ did girls and she never wanted that to happen to her. BB said she would be sitting there when a text came in and watched how her brothers laughed at the girl texting, talked about her like a dog, or just flat out ignored her. She never wanted that for herself. I’m like, “That’s some regular boyfriend shit. This is sugar relationship. The rules are a little different.”

“Nope,” she said. “I’m not doing it. You want to talk or hookup. You text me.”

And it went on like that for more weeks. One day I took her out of town with me on a business trip. We had lots of fun as I recall. We got to the hotel, and checked in. I flirted with the girl at the check-in desk, slipped her a $50, then asked if she had any upgrades. Check-in check bumped me up to the penthouse suite, a big jump from the cheap ass room my company booked me for. We went up to the room and BB was like, “Your company rolling like this? What’s your job again?” She didn’t know I had tipped the chick downstairs. I didn't tell her either. Might as well let her think what she wants as much as possible. Instead I said, “Let’s go get some dinner.”

Dinner was good. BB and I had good chemistry and by this point we knew each other enough to laugh and talk about all our personal stuff, shows on TV, music, family, everything. It really was no reason to keep up the games.

We got back to the room, showered and got down to the main course of the evening. I opened all the windows to let the cities night light in and got down to some serious fucking. While we were having sex though, the condom came off. I asked if I could leave it off. She said “Nope.” We literally had to fish that puppy out of that tight kitty. I put it over on the night stand, put on another hat and got back to work. I was only good for one round at that point. I was full off wine and steak and so was she so we decided to call it a night. She wanted to hear some music but we couldn’t get the iphone to work with the hotel radio.

I called room service up and they sent some guy up to look at the radio. He turned on the light and started fidgeting with the radio. BB hit me on the arm and nodded towards the night stand. There, right by the radio was the condom. All slimey and looking used and full. So while I’m talking to the guy, I’m trying to grab the condom on the cool, but without being obvious. And you could tell the poor guy was having a hard time focusing on the radio with that magnum laying less than an inch from his fingers. Stuttering and shit. He couldn’t stop fidgeting and stuttering as he worked the controls. I looked back at BB and she’s under the covers now, head covered and all. I could hear her distinctive chuckle under the blanket as me and this guy worked on the radio. Finally he got it working and managed to keep his cool. He smiled and left.

As soon as he left she popped up. “Nigga. Put that shit in the trash! Oh my god I have never been so embarrassed in my life!” We laughed and talked about that for a good hour before falling asleep. It must have been after 1am.

I’m going into detail because I want to show how close we got and how much fun we had and yet despite our closeness she kept playing games with texting.

In the middle of the night, I woke because I was a little uncomfy. I sleep on my side, so BB had come up behind me, wrapped her arms and legs around me as I slept. We were both naked and I could feel that young 25 year old flesh all meshed up against me. Mmmmm. Later I was awakened to her hot breath on my face. I was laying on my back then and she was cuddling me. My dick was as hard and I realized she had been stroking it.

“Wh – what are you doing?” I asked. Half sleep “Baby you hard…” We grabbed another condom from the night stand, put it on and I went back to work on the kitty. As soon as I came the phone rang. It was my wake up call. No rest for the weary. I wished I could have slept in but no.

I got up and got dressed. I called the valet for my car, dropped some cash on the night stand for baby girl to go shopping and headed out. Tired af.

When I got back that evening Big Bird was a little upset. I was surprised. I’d thought the night went well. “I couldn’t find shit at the mall…” she said pouting. I was like huh? She pulled out the money and some bras and panties she had managed to get. “I just couldn’t find nothing”.

I’m like, “All that cash and you couldn’t find a purse or something.” “No” she said. She was distraught. I told her we’d go get something to eat and then circle back to the mall. So we went and had a nice dinner. More good times. Laughing and talking. We went back to the room but BB was still upset. Then a light bulb went off in her head.

“I can get that new Rihanna lipstick,” she said, grinning ear to ear. We packed up, grabbed the car and hit the freeways. OMG we must have hit every mall in the town looking for this dam lipstick. I’d be lying if I didn’t say we had a good time though. We definitely bonded. I was starting to look at her as more than a SB at this point. Someone I wanted around more. But I felt like I was the donkey chasing the carrot. Anyway, by 9pm we were almost in danger of not leaving town looking for this dam lipstick. We found a mall that had it. She ran in, copped the new color and was back in the car in 30 minutes.

After the trip nothing changed though. We’d had so much fun but BB was still playing the text game. As it happened, I was busy at work from being out of town so I didn’t get a chance to text her for a few days. Finally I hit her up. We got a room and after sex she was like, “I’m glad you came through. My tuition was due.” I was like, “why didn’t you just text? Like what if I didn’t text you at all?”

“Nah. I knew you were going text so I wasn’t worried,” she said. And, I told you I don’t text dudes,” she added. I shook my head and we went another round.

Our relationship blossomed still and we still were seeing each other at least 2 times a week. It wasn’t all sex either. We did other dates and on our last date I took her out for some sushi at a expensive place. She loved it. She was like a kid in the restaurant. She was taking pictures of the wine glasses and sushi plates and sending to her friends. Bragging. Kind of cute. We couldn’t even touch the dishes until she took pics.

I probably saw her a few more times after that date before the inevitable --event horizon. It was a combination of me getting over her kitty and also running into some new sugar chicks. That’s the game. :) Up until that point I hadn’t really been looking since I was messing with Poca too. But when the event horizon happened I was actively looking. I wasn’t a member of SA at this point to be clear. I don’t’ think I even knew it existed. I was using CL mostly. I had put up a few ads and had some good prospects.

Now, this is how the problem starts. Since she wasn’t texting me and I was talking to other girls it was very easy to lose track of her. I literally went from texting her every day to texting her once a week to not texting her at all. And just like that it was over.

I might have sent a random text over the 2 or 3 months that passed. She would reply back almost instantly, like she was waiting on me. We’d chat a bit but never made plans.

The New year had come and gone and by spring I was with two other SBs -- one was Queso and the other was Poca who I had been with all along. As bad as it sounds, both of these chicks were keeping Bart nice and wett.

Big Bird who? I think in all about 5 months went by before we hooked up again.

That would be about March. I finally get a text from BB. I had all but forgot about her at that point. The text went something like, “You fake” or something to that affect. When I replied she told me she was calling me out for disappearing on her and she said “I miss that knowledge you got…”, which translated meant “I miss you eating my pussy.” A few days later I drove to pick her up. She had moved to another place and was working a part time job.

As I drove to the new neighborhood the property value started dropping rapidly with each successive block. Cops were either parked or driving by. One slowed and looked in my car as I passed. I was in my nice car so I definitely didn’t belong. I was either a pimp, moving product or somebody high up on the thug totem pole if I was riding around in that neighborhood. I thought the cop was going to turn around and follow me but he kept going. She was waiting out front of the apartment. This was bit of a downgrade from her last complex. After she hopped in the car we got to talking along the way. There was a motel up the street so she was cool with using it for our visit. While we drove she caught me up on the past few months and added how she was trying to get money together to pay for her own apt or something and wanted to save up money. BB had gained some weight and had been going to the doctor. I was a little concerned as we hit the room.

I thought she had been lying about wanting this knowledge. But nope. As soon as I went down she moaned “oh shit…..thats whats up”. I ate the kitty good too. I had a lot of months to make up for. I licked and thrashed the clit relentlessly. Then sucked it for maximum effect. She came like she had a seizure. But I didn’t stop. She tried to run from me but I wouldn’t let her. I just kept flogging the kitty ruthlessly causing her to squirt just a little as she tried to slide backwards across the bed while pushing my head away. I didn’t even know she squirted. I must have been in rare form that day. I had her on lock, and kept my head buried between them big thighs. I let up after she came twice and she quickly scrambled to the other side of the bed.

I was chuckling as I wiped cream from my face. She hit me in my shoulder and said, “Punk why you laughing.” I kept on laughing. Couldn’t’ stop. “Why do you do that? You know I had already came.”

“Hey,” I said still laughing. “That’s what you called me for.” I let her rest while I kissed her from head to toe. “I miss that shit” she said. When she had rested enough I licked the kitty again, this time just to get it back wet before I slid on the hat and entered her.

Seemed the shop had been closed for a bit. That kitty was tight as hell. I inquired about it and she replied, “I ain’t been with anyone for a couple months…” After I got it in and got a pretty good rhythm going she was twitching and moving her hips. I can tell I was hurting her so I backed off a bit. She still came but it wasn’t the heaven and earth moving, cloud 9 experience of months past. I was a lil disappointed in myself for not being able to deliver a stellar performance but these things happen.

As we talked afterwards I realized I just didn’t have the passion like I did. Probably because I was messing with a couple of other chicks at the time. The event horizon had come and gone and now I was just hitting it because she asked me to, not necessarily because I wanted to. Besides, she had put on some weight and I could tell she hadn’t been taking care of herself like before. She said she had gone to the doc and he had said she was pregnant. BB had argued with the doc saying she wasn’t pregnant. So the doc told her it could be her thyroid or some shit throwing off her results. She’d gotten a STD test too so she was clean.

I dropped her off with no intention of seeing her again. I figured she was probably pregnant which she was using me to stack some cash. Not the first time. Probably cash for the pregnancy or worse for the abortion. Either way I was out. In about 3 or 4 days she text me. Same opener, “You’re not serious” she started out with. I hit her back with, “Funny how you can text now.” She didn’t respond. A day went by and she text me again. We setup a meet and the next day I swung by on my lunch break. I went to the same hotel as last time, but she told me to keep driving. “My cousin is dealing drugs out of there,” she said.

WTF?

We went to another spot but it was just a quickie. I wasn’t really feeling it. On the way back to her place, I asked her about the doc appt and she said she hadn’t gone yet. I told her how it was fucked up she let some dude hit it without the condom and not me. She was like, “Next time you don’t have to use a condom.” Whoa! I dropped her off and left.

She text me again. I asked about the test and she said she wasn’t pregnant. I new she was was tho. I could hear it in her voice. The weight gain and the doc said she was? Thin chance it was her thyroid acting up. But that wasn’t the deal breaker for me. I’ve ran into all kinds of chicks in the sugar bowl. All the fun we had. All the chemistry we had and she kept playing little silly games right up until the event horizon. Sure I hooked up again with her, but I wasn’t into her like I had been. I thought i’d rekindle the flame but it just wasn’t there n now. And with the circumstances surrounding our last two dates...I just wasn’t feeling it anymore.

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