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crushribbons · 4 months ago

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𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕣 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖

summary: Bobby Moch makes for one passive-aggressive roommate. (pt. 1/?)

cw: 5.5k words, modern!au, roommate!bobby, light/medium shorty hunt x reader, light suggestive content (18+ ONLY), drug use, fem reader. this is a work of fiction about the character portrayed in tbitb and not affiliated at all with the actual historical figure (like duh?) requests are open cuties

a/n: i wanna smoke the shit that got those white boys to the olympics xx laney

8-track for the series: 1・2・3・4・5・6・7・8

“Fine. The final offer I will accept is: you get the pizza, I pick the movie, and you roll up.”

“How is that a good deal for me?”

“You get to benefit from my impeccable taste in movies.”

“Oh, please, Bobby–we’re watching Horrible Bosses again, aren’t we?”

Her roommate grinned from ear to ear. “You bet your fuckin’ boot we are.” She groaned in reluctant acceptance and began searching the name of the nearest pizza place that didn’t just microwave drywall and put it in a box. Bobby dictated demands for extra breadsticks and beverages that she ignored.

Once the pizza had been ordered, she slid her phone into her back jeans pocket and told him she��d walk the eight blocks to pick it up “IF,” she pointed a finger at the man clad in his WSU crewneck and narrowed her eyes. “If you roll. It’s the least you can do, golddigger.”

Bobby threw a hand up to his chest in outraged offense. “Golddigger? Darling, I may have married you for the money but to say it out loud…so very gauche.”

“It’s a good thing you’re pre-law. You can talk me into fucking anything,” she grumbled as she pulled on a jacket and pulled the hood up. Thunder had been making threats of a rainstorm all afternoon, and now that the sun had set, fat droplets were beginning to fall against the windows of their ground-floor apartment. She peered out at the darkness and grimly hoped that she could trek there and back without getting too soaked.

Bobby went into his room while she pulled on shoes and came back waving the plastic baggie of bud he’d scored from one of many suppliers on the pre-law track. It was something of an epidemic among the students, Bobby included, who swore they’d end it all if they had to read one more book about tort reform. “I’ll have them ready by the time you traipse back in here,” he promised, settling down at the small desk they did homework at and pulling a rolling tray and stack of papers toward him.

“Tight this time, Robert.”

“I’m always tight, sweetheart.”

It was a wonder his roommate’s eyes weren’t permanently stuck rolled back in her skull. Moving in with Bobby in his off-campus apartment had seemed like the perfect option when her junior-year housing had fallen through at the last minute, but she’d neglected to take into account that Bobby would be there. To his credit, he was a fastidiously clean housemate and always did his dishes; he even often cleaned her room for her on the late nights where she was stuck in the library tearing her hair out over yet another batch of assignments.

But his chatterbox nature, which she had hoped and prayed died down significantly when he was at home, did nothing of the sort. If anything, the captive audience of a girl he’d previously only gotten to squawk at a few times a week egged him on to new heights of talkativeness. She often woke up to him already standing in her doorway and halfway through a conversation: “...but then SHE said that she’d call the police on HIM, so they were both, like, staring each other down, and the whole class is dead silent while this is happening, and–”

“Bobby, what time is it.”

“–and then he��5:45, why?–then HE gets all in her face about how he has a room full of witnesses to this, which, by the way, I was filming the whole thing, and…”

After a few weeks though, the constant drone of his chatter started soothing and comforting her after long days. She could come home, throw her bag down and dive into the nearest pair of sweatpants available, and he would trail behind her the whole time, recounting his entire day starting with the exact minute he woke up and what he had eaten for breakfast. It was reliable, monotonous, and really, kind of nice to just lean against his legs while they watched something dumb on TV and let his voice wash over her.

Another perk of living with Bobby was that he was starting to get pretty good at rolling joints.

She exhaled a long line of smoke and leaned back on the couch, examining the roach pinched between her thumb and forefinger. “Not bad, Moch,” she managed to huff out before a coughing fit overcame her. The smoke settled too heavy in her lungs and made her face turn red as she hacked her breathing back to normal. Bobby was watching her sideways as he took a hit off his own joint, pulled it into his chest, and held it there for a moment with lips pressed tightly together.

“You caught me on a bad day last time,” he eked out, trying to hold the smoke in until it sputtered out from between his lips and he followed it, exhaling strongly and blowing smoke all over the pizza that lay in front of them on the coffee table. Six of the eight pieces were missing, and as the weed wrapped itself like taffeta around her brain, she decided that it would be best if they finished off the remaining two as soon as humanly possible. “My fingers were super tired and I rolled you a sub-par product, that’s just the truth.”

“Well, all is forgiven after these. Oh.” She stretched her arm forward to place her dying joint in the handmade ashtray she had painted during their forced roommate-bonding trip to a paint-your-own pottery studio. It bore the image of a stick-figure her, smiling and the sun shining, next to a stick-figure Bobby who was tied to a chair and whose mouth was covered securely with duct tape. He had dragged her out to the studio on the worst day of her period, and documenting her feelings towards him at that particular time had been very important to her. “I forgot to tell you. Speaking of fingers being tired, guess who asked me out on a daaaaate,” she said, singing the last few words in a way that came out creepier than intended.

Bobby frowned and did likewise with his joint. His eyes were pink and glassy at this point, and it seemed to take him a few extra brain cells to try and remember names right now. “Who?”

“Shorty Hunt.” Bobby’s eyebrows flew up and she tried to laugh but it dissolved quickly into another cough, her lungs still struggling to keep up with his disproportionately strong ones. Yelling for four hours a day, minimum, during crew practice gave him the lung capacity of a whale. Hence also his ability to talk ad nauseam.

“A date? You?”

“I know, who is she?” she said. It was a joke, but an accurate one, and it rankled. Between her schoolwork and the on-campus job she needed to make her half of the rent, she had forgotten to leave time for romance, and very rarely went out with anyone. She vaguely remembered kissing someone on a night that, to her drunken memory, seemed Halloween-ish. She knew that if she were to look at a calendar right now and add up how long it had been since October, she’d probably go the same way Bobby did when he thought about tort reform.

Bobby pulled his legs up and tucked them criss-cross as he continued to ponder this development. He looked so cute like this, she thought with a dreamy little smile on her face. Being high always softened the edges of everything, including the many irritants of her roommate. He was wearing her favorite ensemble of his, although he had no idea: a navy blue sweatshirt, plaid boxer pajama shorts, and thick, cozy socks that pooled around his ankles. His frame, which she found adorable, was tucked even smaller than usual on the couch next to her. Weed made him want to shrink away, he always said.

It was the time of day when the product that he carefully combed through his hair every morning was starting to lose its hold, and a few stray pieces fell into his eyes as she watched him work through his intoxicated state to form a normal sentence.

“Shorty Hunt…” he mused. His eyes drifted up to the TV, where Jason Bateman and Charlie Day were frantically vacuuming cocaine off the ground. “He’s a good-looking young man. One of our finest.” The rain was still pouring outside, and she slid her feet under his legs to keep them warm.

“Yeah, I guess.”

“You should do it,” said Bobby, but it didn’t convince her, which surprised her a little. He never had a bad word to say about any of his teammates, although he would sometimes come up with very cruel nicknames targeting their masculinity if he caught them not giving their all in the shell. Her high was making her question a lot of things, one of them being why Bobby’s mouth had settled into such a humorless line. It was cute, seeing him try to be serious.

“Maybe I will,” she replied carefully. “What would be something fun we could do?”

“I’m not your damn day planner.” The words snapped out of Bobby’s mouth and slapped her in the face, leaving her in such shock that she couldn’t form a reply until Bobby colored and added on with a sheepish tone and nervous grin, “I mean, if I plan your dates for you, you’re just going to end up doing a lot more of this.” He swept his arm in front of him, indicating the pizza, movie, and still-smoldering joints.

She had no idea what was happening. The two of them had discussed men, women, and dating prospects of all sorts over the past two years, and Bobby had never done worse than roll his eyes when she inquired after the shy and silent Don Hume and told her, “Honey, there aren’t enough hammers in the world to break that turtle out of its shell.” She had scolded him for thinking you could smash a turtle out of its own shell and they had laughed and never talked about Hume in that context again.

Although…Come to think of it, she’d gotten similar brush-offs from the coxswain in the past regarding his friends and teammates. As they settled into comfortable silence on the couch, a stoned stupor heavy in the air, she tried to recall whom else he’d dismissed as romantic options for her. She was unable to snatch one from the depths of her memory before the opportunity presented itself for her to lay her head in Bobby’s lap and she took it, her eyes sliding shut immediately as she inhaled his scent of laundry detergent, cologne, and sweet, skunky smoke.

Her last thought before the weed closed her eyes gently for her and she drifted off to sleep was that Bobby really was so cute. I gotta stop smoking this strain, the last rational part of her thought to itself, then she was lost to the sensation of his fingers threading into her hair and stroking absent-mindedly.

On Monday, she told Shorty that she would go out to dinner with him, and on Friday, they went to dinner. It was nice; Shorty’s conversation didn’t revolve entirely around rowing, and his winning smile made her blush more than once as he held open doors and pulled out her chair for her. When their dessert plates had been cleared away and the waiter inquired whether they would like some coffee or another glass of wine, their eyes met, and a shared glint that said “And pay these prices for it?” made Shorty suppress a smile and say, “I think we’ll just take the check, please.”

They walked down the lamp-lit sidewalk that led to her apartment at a snail’s pace, lingering beside each other and chatting happily. When they reached the front door of her building, Shorty turned to face her and said, “Well, thank you for a lovely evening.” His self-assured demeanor slipped as he pressed his lips together and glanced up at her door. The moonlight hitting his dark hair and the two glasses of wine she’d had with dinner were casting him in a very appetizing light.

“Thank you, George. I had a lovely time.” She copied him in glancing at the door, and when she brought her eyes back to his, he was looking at her like she was a delicate thing that he thought might blow away in the blustery wind whipping around them. It made her mouth go dry. Her gaze slid down to his lips while she said, “If you want, I have a bottle of Malbec we could open up.” She had wanted her voice to come out sultry and enticing; strained and whimpery were better descriptors for how it actually sounded. “I know you said that’s your favorite…”

While Shorty stood behind her, patiently waiting for her to fumble her keys in the lock and finally push the door open, she wondered why she had ever put off dating this long. She hoped hard that he would end up staying the night. The image of the lanky Shorty walking into the kitchen for breakfast in one of Bobby’s borrowed sweatshirts, the hemline of which would probably hit him mid-torso, made her giggle, and Shorty followed suit, asking “What is it?”

“I–oh, nothing!” Her key turned at last and she pushed the door open, twisting around to look up at him. She bit her lip when she saw how he was eyeing her up and down. “Don’t forget about Bobby. Try to be quiet if you can; we won’t have a moment of peace if he learns there’s fresh ears to be talked off,” she said, and he grinned.

“I am familiar with Mr. Moch’s work.” Shorty closed his lips and mimed locking them and tossing the key.

They slipped into the lobby and passed several doors until they reached the door marked “109”. She pulled her keys out once more to unlock it, but before she could, Shorty grabbed her shoulders, turned her around and pressed her back to the door, and kissed her. It wasn’t forceful, but she felt every muscle relax and melt into him as his soft lips melded with hers. She grabbed at the frayed tie he’d worn to dinner and used it to pull his body closer to hers. The key sat, forgotten, in the lock for several minutes while they made out, trying hard to keep their moans and sighs to a minimum since they were still in the middle of the hall, after all.

She broke apart from him and all she could gasp out was, “Come on, my room.” Shorty’s hair was sticking up wildly from the place she’d run her hands through it and he looked like a man possessed as he watched her unlock the door and push her way inside. The lights were off, save for the small lamp her and Bobby always left on if they went to bed before the other. The sight made her exhale quietly in relief. It was well past midnight, and Bobby had probably had his “smoke and two beers”, their favorite shared Friday night delicacy, and fallen asleep long ago.

The tiled kitchen was cool on her bare feet as she kicked off her shoes and jogged over to the wine rack on the counter next to the fridge. The Malbec (the only bottle on the rack that had cost more than $10) and two glasses in hand, she ran to Shorty and tugged him by his belt into her bedroom. He was laughing in delight as she pushed him down on her bed and set the glasses on her nightstand, the only light in the room filtering in from the hallway as she climbed over him and began kissing him and undoing his tie simultaneously.

When Shorty’s hips bucked, on instinct, into her core, she vowed to never go this long without a date again. She wasn’t sure she saw a life-long future with Shorty, but she did see a short-term future of pretty spectacular sex with the tall, well-built gentleman in her bed right now, and that sounded plenty appealing to her.

They continued kissing for a while, their tongues in each other’s mouths. She peeked at him and saw that his eyebrows were quirked upwards in an expression of desperate desire. The sight made her panties dampen. The irritating reminder of responsibility that came with casual sex snuck up and tapped her impatiently on the shoulder, and she groaned as she pulled her lips away from his and said, “Lemme make sure I have condoms.” Shorty panted and followed her reach towards her nightstand, but when she stretched across his chest, her tits, about to fall out of the lacy shirt she’d worn on the date, grazed his face and a little moan slipped out of him. He reached up to palm her over her shirt and the action caught her off guard so badly that she yelped and knocked one of the waiting wine glasses off her nightstand. The glass hit the floor and shattered, causing them both to bolt upright as Shorty slurred, “Y’ok?”

“Shit, yes, just a clumsy idiot,” she muttered. Frustrated by the building desire inside her stomach that demanded attention, she swung a leg off the bed, careful to miss the pile of glass shards. “I’ll just clean this up real quick.”

“How ‘bout you just get back here and let me do that later,” Shorty propositioned, a smirk on his kiss-stained mouth that made her tremble.

Still, the promise of glass stabbing into the bottom of her bare foot after she inevitably forgot it was there was enough to make her reply, “How ‘bout you pour yourself the other glass and wait for me to come back.” She leaned forward and placed one hand over the groin of his pants, a tent already very evident, and smiled against his parted lips. “I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.”

“This night has been well worth the twenty laps I’m gonna have to run tomorrow when I miss a.m. practice.”

“Already planning on missing practice?” “Well, I assume you’ll need someone here to help you walk again.” The line made her roll her eyes and scoff, in spite of herself. “Don’t write a check your ass can’t cash, Hunt.”

“I wasn’t planning on using my ass; I was thinking more along the lines of my c–” He was calling after her as she shut the bedroom door behind her with a swat.

She stumbled blearily to the kitchen, lust addling her mind as she giggled to herself and fantasized about George and what he would do to her when she dove back into bed with him. She was so lost in her thoughts about what those powerful arms and taut core could do that she didn’t notice the kitchen not being empty until its only other occupant cleared his throat and said, “I’d ask how it’s going, but clearly, the answer is ‘pretty ok’.”

“Bobby!” She jumped and grasped the countertop for support. “You scared the shit out of me. I told you to never wait ominously in the dark for me.”

“The lights were on already. Since I am not seated in an armchair and did not flick on a lamp to dramatic effect, I think I’m in the clear.” He had a beer bottle in front of him at the table, and was wearing a t-shirt and boxer shorts again. She wondered why she was noticing that.

She rummaged around the cabinet under the sink until she found some dirty rags and a small bucket. Taking them in hand, she rose to her feet and turned back to Bobby. “Thanks for telling me to do this.” Her cheeks flushed a little as he continued staring her down, emotion indiscernible on his face. “Didn’t know how bad I needed a date. How was–”

“You like him?” Bobby asked, cutting her off. Her mouth opened and closed in a fish-like mechanical movement a few times.

“He’s…he’s hot, Bob. I don’t think we’ll be picking out china anytime soon, but, God, he’s hot,” she finally acquiesced with a gush, and she thought she noticed Bobby sit up a little taller, a little more stiffly. “But I am sorry to have missed smoke and two beers night–”

He cut her off again, and she felt the frustration that had been largely sexual in nature start to turn Moch-avellian. “Well, I’m sure you won’t be having time for smoking with little old me anymore when there are tall rowers to deflower.”

She frowned. The strap of her top fell down one shoulder and she pulled it back up without thought. She was sure her hair and makeup were both too mussed for him to take her seriously at the present moment, but she found herself too exasperated to care.

“You done, drama king? I’m gonna head back in there.” She nodded towards her bedroom and started walking towards it. Bobby jumped to his feet and followed after her. He wasn’t done.

She’d seen Bobby be mildly possessive before; being the youngest of three boys had given him survival of the fittest instincts that usually only reared their head when she tried to reach for his snacks from the pantry. Sometimes, though, when the wrong mood struck him, he would use his powers of speech for pure evil, and could spit vitriol about anyone who even looked at him the wrong way. Clearly, tonight had brought on one such mood.

“I’m sure I won’t see either of you tomorrow, or the next day, or maybe even the day after that, so have tons of fun making babies and try to remember to send me a save the date when you mail them out. If you can teach that knucklehead to read quickly enough for him to write his own vows,” he practically spat, and she found herself agog at him.

“Robert Moch, what the hell has gotten into you?” she breathed. “You love Shorty.”

Bobby balked. “You didn’t have to start dating him.”

“You told me to, you complete ass.”

She should have known that logic was powerless in the face of Bobby Moch. He spluttered for a long while, his arms moving up and down in gestures that she was sure were supposed to mean something. Despite his mere five feet and eight inches, he could manage to take up a lot of space when he wanted to. When they stood face to face the way they were and she didn’t have any shoes on, he was a few inches taller than her.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t know how gross it would be to hear you two slopping and giggling all over each other.” He adopted an exaggerated face of disgust like a toddler that had been offered stewed carrots, then began simpering in a poor imitation of Shorty’s voice: “Oh, baby, you feel so good. I hope I can find my way out of your pussy later.”

“Shut UP!” she hissed, glancing over at her closed bedroom door and hoping Bobby’s rude mockery hadn’t carried far enough for Shorty to hear. “That is so mean. You are being mean, Bobby, why are you being so mean to him?” Bobby had never taken shots at any of his teammates’ intelligence before, other than passing jockish insults disguising genuine affection for the boys. Besides, even if he did, they’d probably let him have it just as hard, once they managed to catch their breath from dragging his ass over the finish line. “What are you–” she scoffed before she could stop herself, “–jealous?”

Bobby’s jaw ground as he clenched his teeth together and backed a few steps away from her. She hadn’t even noticed that they were nearly nose-to-nose. His bright blue eyes were electrified.

“No,” he said, voice dangerously low. It was the shortest sentence he’d ever spoken in his life and it freaked her out when he didn’t continue.

“Well, we’ll go back to his place then so you don’t have to hear all the slopping.” She knew she was being petty. But he had always been terrible at articulating what was actually bothering him; another side effect of his upbringing was the passive aggressive manner of arguing that his mother had ingrained in him.

He swatted a hand at her and she saw a little bit of the fight in his shoulders dissipate. “No, no. Don’t bother. I’m just…just tired. I’m gonna head to bed.” She watched as he passed her, the beer bottle hanging loose in his fingertips and his jaw still set, and entered his room across the hall from hers. He didn’t exactly slam the door, but her stomach was still in confused knots when it shut and she was left standing alone, staring after him and wondering what was actually plaguing him to make him lash out at her and George.

George. “Oh, shit!” she hissed and trotted into her own room, where Shorty was still laying on the bed. The almost-fight with Bobby leaked out of her head with worrying rapidity when she took in his bare chest and legs, stretched out and waiting for her, and the devilish grin he was wearing while he said, “Thought maybe you’d forgotten about me.”

The broken glass was not cleaned up until the next morning.

When she had disposed of the shards and the bucket holding them, she crawled back into her bed next to Shorty, who was still groaning himself awake and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. The sex had, as predicted, been amazing, but the nagging thought that she should make her intentions with him clear was eating at her. Shorty was too sweet to blindside.

“Hey,” she began in a whisper, trailing a finger up his neck and chin to tap on his lips. He squeezed his eyes shut but cracked one open to peek at her.

“Mm…good morning, sweetheart.”

Something inside her bristled. Before she had time to examine why, she decided to just plow forward. “Last night was so wonderful.” Shorty smiled and she felt her resolve weakening when she saw how the corners of his eyes crinkled. Maybe she could see a world where they went out. She tried to imagine sitting on the couch and watching shitty movies with him, or going on a pottery-painting date, or going clothes shopping and waiting for him to decide between two identical light green shirts (“This one is mint and this one is sage. You seriously can’t tell the difference?”). For some reason, her brain refused to conjure the image of Shorty in those settings. But he was still looking up at her expectantly, all doe eyes and mussed-up hair.

“I was wondering if you would just want…kind of….uh…” She gestured to him and then to her, only three articles of clothing present between the two of them. “Keep this nice and casual.”

Nerves ate her alive as Shorty’s eyebrows raised and he let out a small “huh.” She gritted her teeth and started to apologize but he cut her off gently. “That is a-ok with me, baby. You’re a fuckin’ firecracker and if that’s what you want?” He pulled his hands out from under the duvet and offered his upturned wrists to her. “I am just a man.”

“Fuck, thanks, Shorty,” she smiled, relief washing over her.

“Wanna keep things casual right now?” he asked with a wink. Heat flooded through her body and she wanted very much to say yes, yes I would, but her eyes fell to the digital alarm clock on her bedside table, and she shot upright.

“Dude, it’s 8:15! You can still make it to practice if you go now!” Shorty swore and sprang out of bed, pulling on clothes in whatever order he could reach them, catching the shoe she threw with expert reflexes and putting it on before his slacks. “I’ll text Joe and tell him to bring you extra clothes!” “Got some in back of my car,” he replied, but his words were muffled by the spare toothbrush that she pulled out of her dresser drawer, ripped free from its cardboard packaging, and shoved into his mouth. He hopped out of the room, only one leg in his pants, and down to the bathroom. She shouted directions for where to find toothpaste and soap and he grunted in affirmation as she heard the faucet turn on.

When she bent down to peer in the fridge and find something quick for him to eat on his way to the docks, she noticed a yellow post-it note stuck to the freezer door with a WSU magnet.

Dead dove (waffles) do not eat (you may eat).

A sigh of gratitude and laugh of delight huffed out of her at the same time as she opened the freezer and pulled three frozen waffles out of the new box Bobby had purchased. Their spat from last night had been all but forgotten, and shame swirled inside her as she popped two of the waffles into the toaster and thought about how defeated her friend had been when he’d gone to bed. Clearly, he had awoken at the appropriate time and gone to the docks for practice already, but the note he’d left behind for her made an annoying little tear form in one eye. An annoying little tear for an annoying little guy.

Luckily, Shorty barreled into the kitchen before any more tears formed. At that exact moment, the waffles jumped from the toaster and startled her, but he just yanked them out of the grate, held one in his mouth while balancing the other in the hand that was also trying to button the dress shirt he’d worn last night. He pecked her cheek and mumbled through his mouthful of food, “Gimme a call, ya know, whenever!”

Then he was gone, the slight rattle of the front door as it flew shut behind him the only evidence that she hadn’t just been standing in the kitchen, defrosted frozen waffle in hand, the entire morning. While she sat and ate her meager breakfast (her stomach didn’t seem able to handle much more than the waffle and a glass of water), she held the post-it between her fingers and considered it. Bobby was thoughtful, so thoughtful. Thoughtful and sweet. Cute, kind, sweet.

And jealous of the boys she dated.

Which, she argued with herself, could be easily attributed to his possessive nature. She was his roommate and built-in best friend, and the prospect of her spending a lot more time with Shorty must have irked him because it would be taking time away from their hangouts. Right?

The rebuttal to her argument was a completely unbidden remembrance of the time she had fallen asleep on the couch the night before an exam with two textbooks open on her legs and highlighters scattered all around her. She had blearily awoken to the sight of Bobby taking the books off of her and organizing her mess of supplies on the coffee table. She had kept pretending to be asleep as he laid the wool blanket that lived on the back of the couch over her and tucked it securely around her. A small smile had fought its way to her lips but vanished quickly when he leaned forward, smoothed the hair off her forehead, and whispered, “‘Night, sweetheart.”

That same thing inside her that had bristled when Shorty used the nickname stretched out and purred. Morning sunlight was starting to stream into the kitchen as she continued staring at the post-it in her hand, and the light catching it made her realize that there was writing on the back, as well. She turned it over and tried to decipher Bobby’s chicken scratch.

I’m sorry about last night.

Next to this, he had clearly written a few letters then scratched them out. She couldn’t make out anything other than an “L”, but he had dashed an “X” and an “O” after the scribble. God, it was so very Bobby of him to apologize via post-it. It should have frustrated her more than it did. His casual acquaintances never guessed at his passive-aggression because he was always yelling about one thing or another, but she was one of the few that knew that the yelling usually concealed something deeper.

Grabbing her phone from where it was charging on her desk, she checked the time to see that there were still a few minutes before 8:30. Practice hadn’t officially started yet. Shorty had shared his location with her last night when they were meeting up for dinner, and she quickly checked it, seeing with a chuckle that he had made it to the docks already. Breaking several traffic laws in the process, no doubt.

She pulled up her and Bobby’s conversation. It was the only one pinned to the top of her inbox. The last sent message, from Bobby and the final in a series of twelve he had sent with no break, read “Also it’s probably going to rain today so bring an umbrella.” She pressed her lips together, fingers hovering over the keyboard.

thanks for the dead dove!! also i’m sorry too about last night :( dinner tonight with your fav roommate?

The reply came back in a matter of seconds.

You can read my mind, or somethin’ <3

or somethin’

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copperbadge · 9 months ago

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Sam, you hang a lot (a lot) of pictures, which is a skill I never learned. Do you always need an anchor in drywall? Do you just use nails, or screws, or...? Tell us your ways please

I honestly never learned how to properly hang a picture, so I literally do it with whatever I have lying around. Many of the larger ones are hung on a screw because a screw was what I had. Others are hung on nails; most are hung on some variation of these. I also buy whatever frames are cheapest from my frame supplier, so the mounting hardware can vary, but a nail will almost always fit any gap or mounting bracket they come with. I will say I would recommend not using Command strips, since the adhesive can stain the wall and inevitably does fail.

My walls currently are basically pasteboard, so I can't really hang anything heavier than a large picture frame unless I want to sink anchors directly into concrete. For picture frames, you really don't need to sink anchors. You should sink anchors for anything else -- a shelf, a mirror, a coat hanger, etc -- but even then I often don't bother because I'm a lazy fuck. But you definitely should. Most of the stuff in my kitchen has anchors because it's holding pots or pans, and the ones that don't are now starting to fall out. :D

(Many of my coat hangers are the kinds of hooks you get with command strips, which just have a nail through a handy gap above the hook rather than a command strip, because command strips suck but the hooks are durable and inexpensive.)

Anyway, sorry I can't be more detailed but for hanging pictures, it really is just "will it stay up? Okay? Good." :D

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ragingstillness · 9 months ago

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To all my peeps who need hardware/home improvement/DIY stuff but don’t know how to go about getting it, here’s a little guide on how to navigate the hardware store:

If you know exactly what item you need

Bring as many visual aids are you can. Bring a picture of the item, a link to the store you found it on, even better, a link to the hardware store’s website showing the item, heck even a drawing of the item would help

What we want most from you is the brand name, the size, the UPC or manufacturer number or SKU if you have it, and the name of the item if you know it.

We also want the purpose you’re using the item for in a general sense. Hardware stores tend to be laid out by general area of work and being able to say, I need a light for a car is going to get you a different location than I need a light for a standing lamp in my house

If you know what purpose you want the item to serve but don’t know what item you need

Tell us about your project and what role the item plays in it. Use words like connect or bend or secure. We want to know the limits of what you need the item to do.

We also want to know the materials the item is interacting with. Drill bits for wood differ greatly from drill bits for cement and drill bits for sheet metal.

Do you need raw material? What items will probably be interacting with it? Ex: you’re putting up a shelf. Important info: the shelf must be made of wood and you plan to use screws and brackets to connect it to drywall.

If you know any unusual stressors the item will have to put up with, say them. Ex: I’m going to leave this item outside in all seasons, I plan to put heavy things on top of this item, I need this item to secure a delicate object

If you know what type of item you’re looking for but not which one you need

Stressors, again. How strong do you need the item to be? Some hooks can hold 10lbs, some can hold 50lbs, what are you planning on hanging from the hook?

Do you know the color or material you’re looking for? Does the pipe fitting have to be bronze or stainless steel?

Ask for the pluses and minuses of objects we present you, hopefully usually we’ll know and we work for the store not the supplier so we’ll give it to you straight if something’s of higher quality

I’m gonna give some quick examples here that sound more like natural conversation to show you how to convey this information

Ex: first bullet point

Hi I’m looking for some chains (name of item) for my trailer hitch (purpose of item, role item plays). The trailer is pretty heavy (strength needed) and I drive with it a lot (possible stressor). I’ll need about six feet of them (size) and they’ll have to be thick (size and appearance). I noticed you had them listed on your website here *shows phone* (visual aid)

Ex: second bullet point

Hi I need to join (type of connection) two pieces of wood (materials interacting with item, role item plays) together for a bookshelf (purpose of item, identifiable stressor). I don’t really know what’s best for that (asking for advice).

Ex: third bullet point

Hi I’m looking for a paint primer (type of item). It’s going on drywall that already has painter’s paint on it (material it’s interacting with, strength of item needed) I’ve heard there are some types that include paint and primer (mentioning options you want to consider)?

All of these will help you get the hobby or project item you need as quickly and efficiently as possible, best of luck!

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dinasobuildingsupply · 1 year ago

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renomaterials · 4 months ago

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Raise your construction by top insulation supplier in Canada

Reno Materials is one among the many insulation supplier in Canada, which provides some of the best insulation solutions for buildings. Proper insulation is very important to contain energy loss, comfortable living condition, and aimed performance of any construction works. That is why at Reno Materials, we have a wide selection of insulation products such as fiberglass, foam board and spray foam that are ideal for different construction types. Choose Reno Materials for dependable and high-performance insulation that will respond to the needs of your projects and help with green construction.

Importance of Insulation in Construction

Heat insulators are very important in today’s construction as they dictate energy efficiency, comfort, and environment friendly techniques. Being one of the leading insulation suppliers in Canada, Reno Materials is aware of these important facets, offering the best insulation supplies that can address these requirements. The goal of insulation is to minimize heat loss in cooler environments or heat gain in warmer conditions in a building. Insulation prevents heat from penetrating and hence retains heat during cold periods and limits heat during hot periods. Not only do such measures help cut costs on power consumption, but they also are effective in decreasing loads on furnaces, fans, and air conditioners in the long run. Insulation plays an essential role in improving interior comfort through controlling the temperature and drafts. It also prevents the formation of cold spots and manage the heat loss in order to provide a satisfactory internal environment. Reno Materials is among the popular insulation suppliers in Canada, which provide components that create a sustainable tomorrow.

Types of Insulation Products Offered

When selecting an insulation supplier in Canada, it is key to consider the various types of insulation and the advantages of using each. Reno Materials offers various types of insulation materials that cater to various construction requirements.

Fiberglass poses a special popularity due to affordability, simple installation and relatively good thermal characteristics. It features fine glass fibers which allow it to is an excellent insulator thereby enhancing heat resistance hence improving energy utilization. It is applied to walls, attics, and floors, which offer sound insulation at the same time. Due to its water and fire resistance, it is a material that is suitable for many construction uses.

Foam board insulation provides better insulation with polystyrene, polyunsaturate, or polyurethane panel material that is rigid. Due to your high R-value per inch, it is ideal for use in exterior walls, foundation and basement walls. Foam board insulation is used because of its resistance to moisture, its structural integrity, and because it offers a continuous layer of insulation eliminating Cold Spots resulting from thermal bridges.

Installation Tips and Best Practices

Choose the Right Type of Insulation

Understand the requirements of your particular project and choose the correct type of insulation – fiberglass, foam board, or spray foam insulation.

Prepare the Area Thoroughly

The installation area must be free from debris, dust or any sign of moisture before proceeding with the installation. It is always advisable to confirm that the surface is dry and there are no hindrances in the insulation process.

Measure and Cut Accurately

Perform measurements of the length, width, and height of the space and then cut the insulation material to match them closely. Do not crimple the insulation because it will make it less effective.

Seal Gaps and Cracks

Make sure to fill all visible seams and crevices in the walls, floors, and ceilings with silicon or foam. This reduces the chances of the insulation compromising on its insulation capabilities due to leaks in the surrounding air.

Install Vapor Barriers

Ensure that you have barriers which protect the construction from dampness and humidity in the areas that are likely to experience them. This is especially true for basements and attics, which are the most used and neglected spaces in any home.

DIY Options and Necessary Precautions

Fiberglass Batts and Rolls

These are easy to install on walls, floors as well as ceilings depending on the design needed. Use appropriate working clothes and protection gear like gloves, masks, and long arms that will deter skin contact with the fibers and respiratory issues.

Foam Board Insulation

Most suitable for use in exterior surfaces and lower floor insulation. Make sure the boards fit the area perfectly and use tape or spray foam to cover up the edges.

Spray Foam Kits

Available for small projects. Read the instructions provided by the manufacturer and ensure to use an appropriate source of ventilation to prevent the inhalation of toxic chemicals.

Are you on the lookout for the best insulation solutions which can fit your construction project? Discover all of Reno Materials’ products and get in touch with their specialists for more information and placing orders. Choose the most reputable insulation supplier in Canada with your building needs in mind with the best results. To know our other products that help you in your construction work, please visit our website through the below link.

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rabiesofficial · 2 years ago

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if there's anything the punching the hole through the wall post has shown me is that woman's rage is 1) very common, 2) very hidden

so for you who have paintings or tapestries or whatever over them holes in the wall, i see you, i feel you.

and for you who wish you had flimsy walls to punch through, try to find a drywall supplier or perhaps a malleable clay to punch through... mmmm clay is nice to work with in general. women, do pottery

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kpop-bg-roleplay · 2 years ago

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If I ever ended up with a charge for poisoning food, those five people would be charged for wasting necessary resources. I looked at Yeosang with an unreasonable expression, mostly because I somewhat deducted he has watched me commit such act openly. I then pressed my lips together, bidding goodbye to him with a curt nod and left the cafe to get back to my next schedule. I took my time walking back to my room, the cool breeze of the wind outside calmed me down a little bit from the piercing pressure I'm receiving in a awake state. Minutes passed by when I entered the living quarters of KQ, rushing between the crowds of people to my room to take a shower in the small bathroom and changing clothes afterwards. Except that I forgot to take a change of clothes with me to the bathroom for once. I was too careless and once I left the door of the bathroom, the person who watches the security cameras currently receives a free show unconsenting from either party. They would see my body in bruises in all shades of purple and yellow, even when I know they wouldn't care about it as it's deemed normal at KQ to look tattered all the time. There's also the fact that I lost weight to be visibly underweight that clothes aren't fitting me anymore as they used to when I arrived almost a year ago. I looked at my soulless self in the mirror while drying my thinned out hair, it was a scary sight to see and it's a miracle that I'm still alive to this day.

I guess dying of starvation would be an another circumstance a way out of this second hell than living at KQ longer, yet a painful one as I miss eating properly without fear of getting poisoned. Once I finished my cleaning up and getting ready to Speedrun the change of clothes, I bursted out of the bathroom to grab my stuff when I came in contact with another member of the KQ.

He stared at me.

I stopped in my tracks to stare right back.

He began to flush bright red when the only thing covering me is a big towel over my body, turning away from me to stare at the white drywall wallpaper interestingly.

"What are you doing here?", I asked him once I somewhat regained my control over my emotions back and quickly grabbing my spare change of clothes over my bed to begin changuhg in the bathroom. I could still hear him from behind that door.

"I...Ehm...wanted to ask you to take this commission with me.", he eventually spoke, that by the time I put my bra on, I felt slightly suspicious over his wordings. "What commission requires you to talk to me directly and not going through the usual procedure?", I questioned further, my suspicions not ending here at all, they grew bigger.

"The bosses want you to meet a client soon to evaluate a new supplier for ecstasy and cocaine. You use them for the faux paintings more than the rest of us normal folks anyways and given how highly they think your skills are, you're the perfect match for the job. If the sales go up this time around, they'll treat you better.", he described the commission while looking around the room curiously as despite it's owner being quite lifeless, the room was filled with plants that survive every condition they're currently in, especially my cacti that Yeosang didn't fit in his place for once. I call that an act of charity, plus he can always watch them grow from the CCTV cameras.

"As if they would, I'm refusing the commission.", I announced and walking out of the room once I was fully dressed to look at the man in question. I'm rather bad at memorizing names to faces, but at least he's someone I do see from time to time in the hallways. "I guess KQ has spoiled you too much already as you have your own room and a bathroom attached to it. You don't even deserve such treatment. If I was you, I'd be on my knees and kissing everyone's feet already.", he spats, walking closer to me to tower immensely over my body, "You have no choice but to accept it. You can't refuse an order or do you want to go back to the punishment room again?". He did bring fear in my eyes right this second by mentioning the dark room I've been in for an indefinite amount of time with no food or just a drop of water to keep me alive. I didn't back down however, looking at him straight in the eyes as I speak, "Under one condition: I want to eat food that hasn't been touched by KQ, not even the desserts at the cafe or the fruits at the Mensa should be poisoned or tempered with. That's all I want." My request seems to be a good condition, as the food all the staff and the members use isn't poisonous at all, yet whenever I touch it, it already is. The only reason why I'm underweight and at the medic wing this often is because of the food. I've been poisoned a lot in the past that my body grew resistant to it, but I still can't process spoiled food without my body rejecting it naturally from every pore it comes out of.

"Hoo... aren't you bold to dare to accuse us to serve food not to your spoiled status. Be grateful that you get food on the table in the first place, you even weaseled your way to Mr. Seonghwa to poison yourself so that people feel bad for you!", he began to continuously accuse me of things that I had no fault in except doing my job. Which was originally paint fakes and help distribute the drugs to the buyers. If the 9 legends weren't giving me assistant jobs or helping out at the cafe while the paint is drying, I'd have nothing to do otherwise to keep myself busy.

The man saw that I wasn't listening to him in the first place and spits on the ground afterwards, unhygienic or not isn't his concern currently. "One of the legends will pick you up, hope you'll die out there you pathetic bitch.", He said at last, glaring at my direction before walking out of the room to leave me alone dealing with this situation.

It took quite a bit to calm down my racing heartbeat as the adrenaline wears off and I left my room to go to my main source of income and finishing up the last commission with a heavy heart. At least that part of the job was worth it, especially when I get to wear a full on suit and nobody dares to walk inside without getting the fumes overwhelming their senses. They would be immediately drugged by contact, it was a fun surprise to find out that those who tried to come unprepared would get a drug overdose as a result. That may be my fault at some point when I recreate the shades of the originals.

The hydra that was Ateez's leadership wanting to change their drug supplier? That much was true, much to your univited guest's credit, but the preferencial treatment was an utter farce. Neither Hongjoong, Seonghwa or Hyerin had any reason to want to treat you any better than mere staff they kept on a payroll, and they made sure you knew it.

They made sure the other staff in the facility knew as well.

Eying the briefcase she had prepared for San to take, Hyerin popped back a caffeine pill as she took a look at the potentials for the newest supplier contract she had drafted up; a full night's worth of review and revision that left her functioning on an inhumane two hours of sleep and a slew of coffee. Although, her training and existence in SM as a young child and teen could explain the tolerance, if she bothered to look into it fully.

"Hongjoong hyung says you have something for me~" San announced, slipping into the older woman's office, already decently kitted out after a quick stop to the armoury. Following Hyerin's hand as she pointed in the direction of the briefcase in question, the combat officer chuckled, picking it up and heading out the door-

"San-ah?"

"Yes Noona?"

"Tell Mingi to escort our favourite little painter to the contract meeting," Hyerin ordered, making San's brow furrow at the sheer visibilty of her exhaustion. "I want to hear her insight; I do have a supplier in mind."

"On it~"

What was clearly obvious as Mingi accompanied you to the car he had planned on taking, was that he was in no way pleased with bringing someone with him. Meeting with and discussing product with suppliers was his job, not something he needed a third party opinion on. Brushing the stray ends of his newly dyed amber locks out of his face, he started the car, silently listening to Yeosang describe the layout of the location they would be using as a meeting place.

That would explain the scene from the morning then.

"Unless you absolutely must open your mouth to speak, I don't want to hear anything from you, you hear? This is my department, and I couldn't give a fuck whether you paint with drugs or not - I'm leading the negotiation, understood?"

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daily-lifestyle-with-rsl · 2 years ago

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Why We Love Plastering Contractors

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Plastering contractors have years of experience and knowledge of different plaster types. Modern tools and equipment make your work easier and more efficient. Our goal is to provide the finest services in our business.

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estimateflorida · 21 hours ago

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What is Construction Takeoff?

When it comes to managing a construction project, one of the most critical steps is ensuring that you have an accurate understanding of the materials, labor, and resources needed. This is where construction takeoff comes into play. But what exactly does it mean, and why is it essential for construction professionals?

What is Construction Takeoff?

At its core, construction takeoff refers to the process of quantifying and itemizing all the materials and resources required for a construction project. This process involves reviewing architectural drawings, blueprints, or CAD files, extracting the measurements, and calculating the required quantities of materials and labor for each project phase. These quantities then serve as the foundation for cost estimations and project planning.

Key Components of Construction Takeoff:

Material Quantities: Measurements of everything from concrete, lumber, steel, pipes, to nails and bolts.

Labor Estimation: The number of labor hours needed to complete each phase of the project.

Cost Calculation: Determining the financial cost of materials, labor, and equipment to create an accurate budget.

Why is Construction Takeoff Crucial?

Accurate construction takeoffs are essential for a successful project. Without them, it's nearly impossible to maintain control over project costs, timelines, and quality. Here’s why construction takeoff is crucial:

1. Accurate Budgeting

A detailed takeoff helps you forecast how much the materials, labor, and equipment will cost. By accurately calculating quantities, you ensure that your budget aligns with the scope of the project. It also helps identify potential areas for cost savings.

2. Improved Resource Management

Knowing the quantities of materials and resources required allows project managers to better plan resource allocation, minimizing waste and inefficiencies. This ensures the project runs smoothly without running into supply shortages or delays.

3. Better Project Scheduling

With a solid understanding of material requirements and labor needs, you can create a realistic timeline, minimizing delays. Accurate takeoffs help you foresee any potential bottlenecks, ensuring the project stays on track.

4. Competitive Bidding

Construction takeoffs allow contractors to prepare competitive, accurate bids for potential clients. With a clear understanding of material costs and labor needs, contractors can submit bids that reflect true project costs, improving their chances of securing the contract.

The Construction Takeoff Process: Step-by-Step

Step 1: Review the Project Plans and Specifications

The first step in the takeoff process is thoroughly examining the project plans, which can include architectural drawings, blueprints, and technical specifications. These documents provide the necessary details for identifying materials and quantities.

Step 2: Measure and Quantify Materials

Next, the estimator identifies and measures the materials required for the project. This may include calculating the number of concrete slabs, lengths of pipes, or quantities of drywall. The goal is to measure every element that will be used in construction, breaking down the project into manageable components.

Step 3: Calculate Labor and Equipment Requirements

After material quantification, the labor and equipment needs are calculated. This step involves estimating the number of labor hours required for different project phases, as well as any equipment rentals or purchases.

Step 4: Assign Costs to Materials and Labor

Once quantities are determined, costs are assigned to materials, labor, and equipment. This is where market rates, labor costs, and supplier prices are factored in. This step helps you generate an accurate cost estimate for the entire project.

Step 5: Review and Adjust for Waste and Contingencies

It’s essential to factor in allowances for material waste, weather delays, or unforeseen circumstances. These adjustments ensure that your cost estimates reflect potential challenges or disruptions during construction.

Tools for Accurate Construction Takeoff

While some smaller projects still rely on manual methods, modern construction takeoff often utilizes software to improve accuracy and efficiency. Here are some of the most commonly used tools in the industry:

1. Manual Methods

For small projects or simple takeoffs, some estimators still rely on printed drawings, measuring tools, and calculators to determine material quantities. However, manual takeoff methods are time-consuming and can be prone to errors.

2. Digital Takeoff Software

Software tools like PlanSwift, Bluebeam, and On-Screen Takeoff make it easier to perform takeoffs with greater accuracy. These tools allow estimators to:

Measure directly from digital blueprints

Automatically calculate quantities

Integrate with cost estimation databases

Reduce errors associated with manual measurements

3. Building Information Modeling (BIM)

BIM is a highly advanced tool that integrates 3D modeling with material takeoff. It allows the entire project to be visualized digitally, improving coordination, reducing errors, and streamlining the entire construction process. BIM can automatically generate material lists and cost estimates, making it one of the most efficient methods for large and complex projects.

How to Improve Construction Takeoff Accuracy

To ensure that your construction takeoff is as accurate as possible, consider these best practices:

1. Use Up-to-Date and Detailed Plans

Ensure that the project plans are up-to-date and detailed. Incomplete or inaccurate drawings will lead to errors in the takeoff process, which can result in higher costs and delays.

2. Leverage Advanced Technology

Using digital takeoff software or BIM tools allows for more precise measurements and cost estimation. These tools help you avoid human errors and can save valuable time during the planning phase.

3. Consider Waste and Contingencies

Always account for waste in materials, unexpected delays, and labor inefficiencies. Adding a small margin for waste or unforeseen issues ensures that your estimates remain realistic.

4. Collaborate with Experts

If you’re unsure about your takeoff or lack the time or resources to do it yourself, consider hiring a professional takeoff service. Estimators have the experience and expertise to provide highly accurate takeoffs, which can make a significant difference in the final project budget.

Conclusion

Construction takeoff is a vital step in the planning and budgeting of any construction project. By quantifying materials, labor, and equipment, contractors can ensure that projects are completed on time and within budget. Whether you’re working on a small renovation or a large commercial build, taking the time to perform a detailed construction takeoff can prevent costly errors and delays.

If you’re looking for precise construction takeoff services, Estimate Florida Consulting is here to help. Our expert team uses advanced tools and techniques to provide accurate material estimates, labor requirements, and cost calculations, giving you peace of mind that your project will stay on track. Contact us at 561-530-2845 to get started!

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