#Honestly if anyone is fine with ramblings I am here to deliver lmao

[puppetmaster13u]

SO

My Pokemon-DC crossover au thing that still doesn't have a name. I am taking ideas for that, but not the focus of mine at the moment. Wrote a little blurb here if you want to know more about what this Au is.

But pretty much Pokemon are a Gotham thing thanks to the chemicals and magic is the very simplified premise. And the batclan lean into the fact that everything is mutated to the point where people believe they're some sort of humans or creations of Gotham itself mutated and brought to life. You with me so far? Good.

I am completely stumped on a few parts of this au.

(A) Should they be straight up slightly mutated themselves or is it all a trick & perhaps a hint of magic (B) What pokemon do they each take inspiration from as their whole Totally-Not-Humans vigilante schtick (C) Is there anyone in the know within the league or does Batman just completely forget to mention it after so long (the whole belief Gotham has about the bats, not the pokemon in general lol) (D) How creepy does anyone care for the batfamily being towards outsiders (E) I've already figured out what pets are now pokemon, but should they have a few other pets as well

[urbanmahogany]

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The Couch 

It had been a few days since I ran into Cam at the beach. We were texting a little back and forth but I really wasn’t giving him much attention because my mind had been elsewhere on finding a small place for me to do hair out of. I felt bad for brushing him off but I had bigger things to worry about than texting. Trying to get the contract and paperwork done for a salon suite had me busy but i had finally got everything together and was able to sign all the documents to solidify everything. I did the final walk-through and it was perfect. Now all i needed to do was furnish the place to make it my own.

8 days later (so specific lmao)

When I finally got the keys to my suite I had started moving in and buying new things to furnish my place. It was my first official spot to do hair out of instead of out my personal living space which was a big step for me and I wanted to make sure that my little suite was nice for my customers. I was still busy doing peoples hair out of my apartment in between all the moving and making trips back and forth but I had Mom and Sloan helping me out all week.

But today, Sloan had plans with her man and my parents had just left for their anniversary trip and of all days, my couch for the shop that i ordered weeks ago was delivered to my parents house. I had the couch shipped there because i didn’t have a spot to do hair yet and the sale was such a good deal i couldn’t pass it up. Now here I am stuck, by myself, with a big ass couch sitting in my driveway that i can’t even move inside, let alone get in a truck to get to my shop. Though i have plenty of dudes in my contacts who would jump to my rescue, I don’t trust any of them enough to just be bringing randoms to my parents house or my new shop.

I stood there going through my phone contacts to see who I could find on short notice to help me move this couch at least inside until my dad got back to help me get it to the shop. I called to see if some of my friends’ boyfriends’ might be able to help but most of them weren’t available until tomorrow and I didn’t want to leave my couch sitting outside all night.

I let out a frustrated, “Fuckkkk” as I tried option after option.

Then it dawned on me, duh.. Cameron! He’s been to the house before, he seems trustworthy and it’ll be a good way for me to spend a little time with him since I had been unintentionally neglecting him via text message the past couple of days. 

I started to text him but instead of having to wait for a response I decided to just take my chances and call. I walked around as the ring tone echoed throughout the house on speaker.

“Hello” he answered

“Hey Cam. How are you?”

“I’m good. What’s up? You sound like something’s wrong.”

“Well, it’s not urgent or anything like that but I just need your muscles. I know this is random but I have a couch sitting in my driveway and I can’t move it in the house by myself. You think you could come by and help me get it in the house at least until my dad can help me get it to where it needs to go? Pleaseeee, I’d really appreciate it?” I rambled trying to sound desperate so he would come help me.

“uhhh… I mean right now I’m running some errands but if you give me a little bit I can come help you that’s no issue. I’ll text you when I’m headed your way.”

When he texted, I sat outside on my couch waiting on him to pull up. When he got there he stepped out his truck and started chuckling. 

“You been out here this whole time?” He asked still laughing to himself.

“No, I came out a few minutes ago. I just wanted to be here when you pulled up. By the way I really appreciate you taking time out to come help me.”

“It’s no problem Kala. I don’t want you out here breakin your back tryna move this big ass couch around by yourself. And you sounded so hopeless on the phone I couldn’t help but feel bad for you.” 

“I didn’t sound that hopeless” I laughed trying to defend myself

“ You did though. Kinda pulled on my heart strings a lil bit” he said as we both started crackin up.

“Nah but forreal imma go ahead and get this couch in the back of the truck and I can take it to where it needs to go.” 

“Really?? No Cam... I don’t want to take up all your time.“

“You not taking all my time. Plus I been wanting to link up with you but you keep leavin me on “read”. What’s up with that?”

Embarrassed that he called me out,I apologized. "I know... I’m sorry. I been so wrapped up in trying to get things done for my business that I just neglected my personal life. My bad.”

“Nah you good. I can understand that. Handling your business first. I get it. But you gotta take personal time too. Balance it out. But I am glad that you called me though.”

“Me too.” i replied as i smiled at him honestly glad that he was here. He gave off such good energy and seemed like a person to have in your back pocket. 

I stood there as he lifted the couch like it was nothing and put it in the back of his truck. I watched in awe at the way his muscles flexed at every movement. He was looking like the last drop of water in a desert and i couldn’t help but stare.

"You good?" He asked snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Oh yeah, I'm good. ha." I laughed trying to play it off like I wasn't just staring him down. 

"You real quiet over there. Just makin sure you aight." He smiled wide knowing damn well he caught me droolin over his fine ass. "Well, I'm done so you can hop in and we can go take it to your shop when you’re ready.”

“I can just drive my car so you don’t have to come all the way back here to bring me home.”

“Kala, get in the car. I don’t care about all that. I wanna spend time with you, so let me spend time with you. Please?” He said as he walked in my personal space hovering over me looking at me with them eyes I couldn’t resist.

“Okay” I said letting him have his way.

 As I walked to the passenger side he walked behind me insisting on opening the door. Cam was a real gentleman and I wasn’t used to this type of treatment from anyone except my father. Most of the dudes i was fuckin with or had been fuckin with never did things like that. Especially Stefon. 

On the ride over to the shop, we mostly talked and laughed as he told me stories of when he first joined the Navy and the hell his CPOs used to put him through. He had me dying laughing, but what i liked most is that there wasn’t awkward moments and he made me feel comfortable, like i could be myself.  

When we made it to the shop, he unloaded the couch from his truck and was somehow able to get it to my suite without me having to lift a finger. 

 “Wow. Cam, thank you so much. it looks perfect right there.” 

“Ah, no problem, glad i could help. Yeah it looks nice in here.” he replied looking around admiring the place.

“No seriously.. i appreciate it. You went out your way to help me and i’m just really grateful.” i said as i stood on my toes and reached my arms around his neck giving him a hug.

He hugged me back but didn’t let me go. He held his grip tight with both arms around my waist. For a second, his embrace reminded me of Stefon’s. I closed my eyes and leaned into him harder imagining it was Stef. As much as i hated to admit, i missed him. I never got the closure i needed or deserved, so a piece of me still held on to what could’ve been, shit, what should’ve been. By now we’d still be together and i would’ve still been pregnant with our son or daughter. Shocked that i was still stuck on this nigga, i snapped back into reality and realized Cameron wasn’t Stefon. I pushed myself back out of his arms, mainly out of guilt. i felt bad. Bad because here is someone standing in front of me showing a real interest and obviously a better pick, and instead of being in this moment, my mind still drifted to Stefon, who proved time and time again he could give a fuck about me.

“I’m Sorry.. Did i do something wrong?” He asked concerned. 

“No, no.. i just.. uhm... uh.. lets go. It’s getting late and i think after a certain time they lock the doors.” I replied not looking him in his eyes as I tried to back away. 

He stood there for a second. Obviously not buying it. I walked to the light switch with my keys in hand ready to lock the door. He walked out the door as i held it open. We exited the building and walked quietly to the car.

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