#got gifted some shit at work. i'm finally gonna get paid

[cherrymoonvol6]

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[thr0wnawayy]

(You are having a private convo with the host, chat logs will be deleted within x-mins)

Slasher: Hey.

Animal-ctrl: Hello again, how did it go?

Slasher: good, it was easier thyme

Slasher: *time* sorry

Animal-ctrl: It gets easier. So how was school?

Slasher: Fine, no issues besides teachers. How are you?

Animal-Ctrl: Fine, you know how America is. I hit my target today and made my quota for the month.

Animal-Ctrl: Look, I'm going to be honest. The site may be down for a while...

Slasher: What!?

Animal-Ctrl: I figured you'd say that, things are getting tight over here with the law So the sites likely gonna be frozen.

Slasher: so it will still be up?

Animal-Ctrl: privately but yes. However I wanted to give you something before I go, consider it a gift until we meet again.

[File Uploaded: Check Inventory]

Animal-Ctrl: Inside is are leaked plans for a "party" in Kamino, it's inside a warehouse. Thankfully it won't be a live show, pigs are good for some things after all.

Slasher: So digital and info exchanges only?

Animal-Ctrl: Yeah, you'll need to be on your toes, some names are there, so make sure they don't live to tell the tale.

Slasher: Understood and thanks for everything

Animal-Ctrl: Until we meet again, skål.

[Chat Deleted]

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Deku paused for a moment, taking a moment to process what she had read. After a deep breath, she checked her inventory.

Sure enough a zipped file and keycard were visible, she hit download and decided to work on some schoolwork while she waited.

After 15 minutes, a pokedex-like chime came from her computer.[Download Complete! :]

She wasted no time unlocking the file. Opening it up to find blueprints, schedules and even an attendees list of the "event" itself.

The warehouse was a decommissioned storage unit from before the Industry Crash.

Inside it were stacks barrels, with an old checklist implied that the contents inside were flammable. It was obvious this mission demanded caution.

So while she browsed, she decided to procure her contacts and do some "shopping"

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A lean, pasty haired man, her dealer: Stamson opened the door, he grinned upon seeing her.

"Ey sprout, y' made it. Here."

The man joyfully said. He passed her a small black box. Upon noting her "really" expression, he added.

"Ya paid in advance, y'get more. Besides I know a kid like you had to work hard to make that kinda cash. I don' give a shit if it ain't the full cut. And it helps you're the best customer I've got."

Deku nodded in appreciation.

She opened the box, inside it's plush interior laid two brass knuckles. Though Deku knew there was more than meets the eye.

"Authentic Stunkuckles, custom made. Got 'em straight off the market, designed to deliver over 15 milliamperes of pure pain. Jus' like Nuruhata." Stamson explained as she put them on.

Activating them, she threw out a series of shadow boxing jabs and cuts to her left.

The air glowed with electricity as she finished.

"Say, you wanna test 'em out?. Free of charge." Stamson suggested, holding the door slightly ajar.

She nodded before tapping her wrist twice.

Stamson didn't understand sign language, so this was the best she was going to get telling him she was in a hurry.

He ushered her in, making sure to stay in her sights. Giving her an honest grin while doing so.

Deku wasn't stupid, he wanted her to take care of a problem. Of course, she'd do it, this was a good way to make it up to him and she wasn't about to waste it.

He led her through rows of his "stock" before finally reaching a plain metal door, likely a garage huddled in the back. They stepped in, leaving the black lights behind and basking in the poorly lit glow of the garage.

Her eyes began to adjust, making out the concrete floor, the boxes and most importantly a man with a buzzcut, gagged and tied to a chair.

She looked at him, her eyes both questioning and searching for any tells.

The dealer spoke in his casual drawl, staring at the man. "Don't feel bad, found 'im climbing out of my neighbors window." He glanced at her.

"He's married." he staged whispered, completing the picture.

She clashed her knuckles together, the azure sparks bursting from between.

Time for a test drive.

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She'd left with her purchase after she was done ensuring her satisfaction with it.She hadn't killed the man, there wasn't enough blood for that ( hell, there wasn't any at all). She wondered what would happen to him.

"/Now arriving at [Kamino] Station/"

She could wonder that later, she had arrived.

Just from the state of the station alone, she could tell this was as good as it got over here. Some tiles were missing, the lights were likely two years out of date and rats could be heard moving around inside the ceiling.

Kamino was a shithole, it had never recovered from All For One or the Liberation War and was now one of the poorest areas in Japan.

Rated one of the worst areas to live globally. It was a hotbed for crooks. Loan sharks, hustlers and of course pedophiles due to the lack of any police presence.

It was often said that if you had to start fresh due to past crimes, you were 'going Kamino'. As she traverses the decaying tunnels of the station, a slight sense of relief washes over Deku as she reaches her exit. The city skyline glows like unpolished amber.

Deku passed by groups of people like a phantom, she had always been described as "basic" so it made sense for her to blend into the background undisturbed.

She partakes in a bit of people watching, wondering where they came from and where they were going. Were they civilians? crooks? or something else entirely.

Her thoughts grind to a halt as she crosses onto the sidewalk.

For it's then that she spots a small, candleless shrine dedicated to Endeavor.

She knocks it over with a small but sturdy kick, the portrait's glass shatters as it hits the nearby road.'

'There's my motivation for tonight'. Deku pulls up her phone's map.

As she continues her steady march, the scenery gradually shifts to industrial and once narrow alleyways change into large gaps between dilapidated, obsolete facilties.

The sky is dyed pink by the time she arrives.

The warehouse existed within the industrial portion of the city, or rather what remained of it. She arrived just as the sun dipped below the horizon, She could hear voices and the heavy slam of a metal door nearby.

She checked over her gear.

Smoke bombs, check. Knuckle-dusters, check. Tontō, check. Flare gun, check.

Removing her hoodie, Deku soundlessly slinked towards the warehouse. Propping herself by a window gave her a clear look inside.

Already something was off, the attendance list said there would be ten, instead only seven were visible. Deku could see the telltale signs of paranoia setting in, the ringleader was approaching one of the "bigger" predators.

Things weren't looking good, if she wanted to end this she had to act now-A glass bottle clatters causing Deku to pull away, she looks around to see nothing.

Deku took a calming breath and began to execute phase 2 of her plan.She moved silently as she snuck around out back, that was until she reached what she was looking for. The backdoor.

The door was ajar, the lock hung uselessly below the handle, a faint drip could be heard.

The lock had been violently opened (likely picked). It seemed to be, leaking? Like someone had poured water into the keyhole.

Odd.

Nevertheless she continued, using her knowledge of the warehouse's layout to her advantage. She was a ghost, making no sound.

Finding her vantage point behind a stack of barrels, she moved her hair behind her ear.She listens one of the creeps speak.

"Where's the guy?" The parasite asked in a accusing, sickly tone.

"You think I know, Asshole!?"

The man hacked out a nasty cough before continuing "Besides it doesn't matter, we can trade in the meantime." He flashed a disgusting grin.

Deku was about to move when she felt a sudden tug on her arm.

A tall hooded figure had grabbed her shoulders pulling her back behind the stack of barrels, saving her from a rash decision.

She couldn't make out his features but she could read his body language, his cloak did little to hide his broad shoulders. he seemed unsure. She figured if he was one of them, he'd done something by now.

She brings a finger up to her lips, the figure nods his head.

She lifts her shirt exposing her flaregun and unintentionally, an eyefull of her "kanji".

She can't see his eyes, but she feels them go wide. She tilts her head and eyes to her left, towards the degenerates behind the wall of barrels.

He seems to catch on to what she's trying to say.

He lifts his left hand, revealing a brass knuckle over his hand.

The name 'Kendo' barley eligible from the blood that coated it's surface.

'Still fresh', Deku adds, shifting her gaze.She grabs his wrist and guides him to one side of the gap.

Deku loads up her flaregun, puts the smoke bomb into the chamber.

She fires as she dashes from one "wall" of barrels to the side her ally? is on, aiming right in the center of the room.

The bomb detonated mid-air, shrouding the warehouse in a blanket of smoke.

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Deku: The Doll (Part 2)

Please Check Comments for Authors Note, I somehow capped out the word limit for Tumblr posts, so I've placed the second Half of the story in the Reblogs.

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She'd gotten all the things she'd need for this venture. Cologne, Condoms, Chocolate.

The heart shaped box was tucked under her left arm, leaving her right hand free to confirm that this was the place.

It seemed wrong, but the kid did say make a right turn into the alley and she needed her fix.

She began leaving the half-busy street behind and entered the darkness of the alleyway, when she heard something.

"Oh hey you made it!"

She responded teasingly "Oh hey Miso, you excited to see me?". Not realizing the distance between her and the mouth of the alley

"Y-you have no idea." The teen stammered, not that Fuyu was complaining.

She walked on closer to where she thought the voice was, swaying her hips seductively as she began to unbutton her wool jacket, exposing her bare cleavage.

"So you ready to get this party started" Fuyu asked in a sultry, almost sleazy tone."Oh yeah."

Then she saw it, a glimmer.

Slash!

Before Fuyu had time to think a short blade had slashed across her abdomen, causing her to instinctively fire out her quirk.

Fwash!

"A-a knife!? You brought a knife!?"

She looked where the lazer had hit, nothing there

[It's not a just a kitchen knife, it's a t-tontō.]

The voice seemed to come in from all directions.

'She had to-'.

A force from behind sent her tumbling further down the alleyway. She turned onto her backside.

In the light she could barely make out their figure.

Short, hooded and a black mesh face mask.

What got her were this- this thing's eyes.

Wide eyed, soft and yet at the same time peering into her very soul. She began hyperventilating, her mind flashing back to the Nomu from the Liberation War.

She'd just wanted to get her fill and now she was going to die.

The phone in the thing's left hand glowed dimly, Miso's voice spoke back.

["Peekaboo".]The thing infront of her closed the distance between them with blinding speed.

Thunk.

Looking down the kni- the, the tontō had plunged itself between her ribs and directly into her heart.

Her body failed her as she felt her pulse slow to a crawl.As her vision began to fade, she could only think

"What a Monster."

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It was dead.

This was Deku's 17th victim now.

Pedo's were seemingly everywhere after the war, the total breakdown of the law had emboldened these parasites.

It was all too easy to wrap them around her finger, like a spider coating it's web in honey.

They all saw an easy target, a naive little school girl (or boy, depending on the target) clueless to the danger she was in.

The knives, guns and daggers usually corrected that notion. She didn't need to dispose of the body, only the forensic evidence. That only took two minutes with how precautions she was.

With that done, Deku began her walk back home and that gave her time to reflect.

Deku was born wrong, she and the "other" kids had been told it on various occasions. Whether they be quirkless or heteromorph.

So if she was inheritly wrong by her very existance, then maybe she could channel that wrongness into something beneficial.

That's how she got into 'creep-hunts'. The community online was small and pretty cagey, but once you proved your worth you gained access to a network of countless resources.

School had been less frightful since she got revenge, it wasn't perfect but at least she wasn't getting pushed down stairs anymore.

Police had came and went, unable to get a concrete story or find any evidence and nobody wanted them to interrogate Deku herself.

The streets were busier than normal, imposing that another underground quirk-fight was tonight.

Deku had considered attending one once, but her curfew didn't allow for it and she didn't want to miss dinner again.

Right now she was taking a shorter route home, she knew she wasn't being followed. Her navigation skills had only improved since she started picking out her kill-spots with prejudice, it only took her 12 minutes to arrive home instead of the usual 19.

Locking the door to her room, she sat at her desk and opened her laptop.

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[vinnival]

The main 3, Tricky, and Sherriff (Separately) realizing they've fallen for the reader?

OHHHHHH IM WRITING hi

HANK

Honestly who knows anything with this mf

Definitely not himself, he's a mess of a void of emotions

So when he starts thinking of you on his free time more often, it confuses him

'They must be doing some mind control or something'

Goes to 2b

He's had enough of their shit once again

"Hank you absolute fucking dumbass. You're getting feelings."

They didn't want to believe it at first but the signs just became more and more clear over time

It was after watching you take down like a group of zeds swarming around you that he realizes, "oh. Oh shit. feelings."

SANFORD

Definitely more in touch with his feelings imo

The minute he feels even a SLIVER of love for you he's already getting ready to confess

No denying it bc it's just gonna get stronger the more he tries 2 ignore it

Tries to carry himself a lot better whenever ur around (ex., not being so fuckin LOUD like in mpn2... I'm after u loudass .)

Just wants to impress you!! And leave a good impression in general !!!!

He's got a Little experience, so he knows a thing or two

Definitely gets you more gifts than before

Dei teases him a lot and San has to punch him to keep him from blurting out his feelings in a joke when ur around

DEIMOS.

laughs oh this motherfucker

So fucking stupid

He's known about love before, he's just never FELT it

Yes this man lets something else (we all know what) control him instead of his heart methinks

Yes I'm making him demiromantic ZAPS

Anyways he never felt true love for someone else

Before you, of course

You weren't like hank, who was silent and stoic, dry and sarcastic humor laced in their voice on the off chance he does talk

You weren't like sanford, who half-heartedly gave a shit about his wisecracks (dei still sppreciated the acknowledgement though)

You weren't like 2B, scoffing and telling dei to "stop joking around, we're in a serious environment" or to act professional

No, you genuinely laughed at his jokes, listened to him talk, made your own jokes respectfully, you paid attention to him

And god that got his heart racing, which confused him as well

After enough time, he figured out that it WAS love.

He loved you

TRICKY

He wasn't a little scientist worrying over its work and stressing about deadlines anymore

So with no stress overwhelming any other emotion now as a zombie clown, the strong feelings regarding you, his old science acquaintance and only friend, threw its mind into an even messier tizzy

You made them feel things that struck them dumb

If Tricky had a heart it knows it would've popped out of him eventually with how much you affect him

He's very... easily read, an open book, if you will

You can tell how he's feeling because it's kind of obvious

Which makes you worry more about it and stay around them more

And oops its a cycle until one day they straight up burst at the seams after you pet its hair

Finally, they realize they like you, and immediately vented it all out

SHERIFF

doggone it

probably excused it as friend feelings like

Normal Friends Want To Kiss Each Other Right?

You were very physically affectionate with him but he thought it was just a normal thing friends do! (Thia man has never had any true friends, huh?)

These feelings around you were just regular feelings anyone would feel

His heartbeat increasing at the sight of you, or his fingers getting jittery when thinking about cuddling you or hugging you, or the butterflies in his stomach when you laugh at his jokes

Just friend things <333

It wasn't until one day where you approached him, looking kind of nervous- he was kind of worried at that

And then you admitted you had feelings for him

And it hit him like a truck

"Oh. oh I'm a DUMBASS" -him

This mf FINALLY realized he was in love with you <3

[hootersgirlrick]

@drakepad-luv-2000 requested: How about Angel dust has a horrible memory of his past life and Charlie is there to help him.

cw for child abuse

i got kind of lazy at the end, i hope you like it.

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dusk had finally fallen upon hell's pride ring after a goddamn long day stuck at work.

the sky was a blend of angry reds and dark purples. not as pretty as the evenings up top- but ya get what ya get when you spend your life up there doing nothing but killin' and drugs.

angel was sat on the roof of the hotel, leaning against the frames of the hotel sign with a quickly burning cigarette sat between his index and middle fingers.

it was peaceful up there, sometimes. when nobody was followin' you up there chitterin' on and on about some redemption bullshit.

there wasn't a damn soul around here that was worth redeeming.

especially not him.

not a fuck up like him.

can't do nothin' right.

and there it was. that same voice that paid no rent yet lived in his mind forever. that followed him all the way into the afterlife to remind him just what brand of shit he was.

he thought he was over it, many, many times in his life and afterlife he that he was over it and it didn't fuckin' matter. who ever cared about that old bastard anyway? not even ma stuck around in the end, and that was sayin' something.

she always put up with him. some days he was drunk enough to pass out on the couch and gift everyone with some silence. she'd clean him up anyway. even if he deserved to rot on the couch in his own piss.

most days he was drunk enough to throw punches at the kids. which she always took instead. always had to be the hero, ma.

she was a damn angel. beautiful. charming. gentle. compassionate.

let little anthony play in her makeup, jewelry, clothes and heels. she always told him he looked downright beautiful.

aw, fuck. keep it together anthony.

he wiped a teard from his eye and sniffled. he did his damn best to hold it in. pa was a downright bastard, and he missed his ma. wished she was still around somewhere to protect him like she used to. maybe that was selfish. but he missed the smell of her perfume, missed her voice and smile.

"Hey Angel, I thought you'd be up here! I just wanted to ask if- oh."

there was that princess again. always up his ass. sometimes he thought she should just crawl up there and get it the hell over with.

he dropped his cigarette and wiped his face with his sleeve.

"ah, goddamnit- whaddaya want?" angel didn't bother to hide the frustration is his tone.

"well i- i was gonna ask.. well, it doesn't matter anymore. are you okay, angel?"

angel felt a ping on guilt in his chest at the genuine worry in her voice.

"'m fine, princess. just... just leave me alone."

this time he couldn't hide the defeat in his tone, even if he wanted to.

"you don't seem fine..." she slowly walked up to him, as if she would scare him away if she made too much noise and sat down next to him. "do you wanna talk about it?"

"the fuck makes you think i wanna talk about it?" he snapped at her, feeling another sting of guilt right after the words left his mouth. he found that his mouth was full of venom these days.

she looked at him with big, sad, puppy dog eyes. he cursed to himself and rolled his eyes.

"just thinkin' about shit, alright? it doesn't concern ya. now, what did you want?"

"well, we don't have to talk about it if you dont want to! but i want you to know, if you need me, i'm here." she put her hand on his shoulder and smiled. a smile that reminded him of her.

angel didn't quite know how to respond to such genuine kindess. he hadn't experienced it in a long damn time.

"uh- yeah. thanks."

he cleared his throat awkwardly and turned to look at the now dark sky.

"well, this isn't what i was going to ask... and i uuusssuaalllyy wouldn't suggest such a thing to someone leaning towards redemption but..."

angel cocked an eyebrow and looked at her with pure confusion.

"...ya wanna play a prank on al?"

[thatssonanii]

Just the Two of Us (12)

HAHN AU

After lunch Melissa rode with Benny and Lainey since Marcie was headed back to Maxine. Despite her telling them they didn't have to, the siblings walked her up to her apartment and stepped inside.

"Your place is very," Lainey paused looking around, "Put together."

Melissa snorted plopping down on the sofa, "Wasn't any of my doing. It was his mom."

Before they could go any further, Jeffrey slid his feet into the main area of the apartment with a scowl on his face. He walked over to toss a card to her and turned back around not caring that it fell on the floor. Melissa started to pick it up but Benny got to it first.

"Aye, don't throw shit at no woman. Fuck is wrong witchu?"

Lainey politely stepped out of her brother's way going to sit beside her friend. Jeffrey turned back around, the scowl still on his face.

"How about you mind your got damn business and get out of my place."

Benny held the card up between them, "Don't throw shit at no woman. Hand it to her."

"I'm not handing shit to her. You can if you want to and then get the hell out."

Laughing a little, Benny's free hand went to his throat. He squeezed then lifted the smaller man off the ground. Lainey had to stop her friend from getting up, her intervening wouldn't make Benny let him go and Lainey knew it.

"You heard what I said. I don't fuckin repeat myself," Benny said through gritted teeth, "Do what I said or Ima toss you the way you tossed this card."

Benny held him up a few seconds longer then let him go and held the card out. Jeffrey took it for him and went to hold it out to Melissa with a shaky hand then left the room quickly.

"Hes gonna be so mad when yall leave," Melissa laughed.

Benny shrugged. "You got my number, call if you need me to break his jaw."

"Break his jaw?"

"Yeah," Benny nodded a small smirk on his face. "I break jaws and I break backs. Depends on my mood."

Lainey stood up quickly groaning, "See, uhn uhn that's nasty. Let's go, Benjamin."

Benny laughed at both females reactions. Melissa sat there looking stuck, just staring at him. He winked at her ignoring his sister pulling his arm.

"Ima get outta here and get my lil baby home. But you call me, aight?"

Melissa nodded. "Alright, Benny."

"Your lil baby is ready to go," Lainey sassed, "Bring your ass on, Romeo."

Benny dropped her off at the house then went to his office to check on the paperwork the secretary said he needed to look over. To be honest, he had been avoiding going to his tow yard. He was still extremely angry with Mitch but he didn't want to get carried away and kill him. He was ruthleess but he wasn't stupid.

Seeing the old Honda made him roll his eyes but he got out anyway and went inside the office. He stopped by the secretary's desk to pick up the folder with his name on it then headed back to the larger office. Mitch got up from his desk when he saw his friend wall into their shared office.

"Benny, I been callin you. I wanna talk and make this right." Mitch sputtered out quickly.

"You wanna talk," Benny scoffed tossing the folder onto his desk, "Talk about how you groped my lil baby in the one place she's supposed to be safe?"

Mitch sighed, "You have every right to be pissed, I get it. I was drunk and not thinking I'm sorry."

Benny swung at the slightly taller man, hitting him in his mouth. "Keep that bullshit ass apology. You thought she was gon let you do it and give in but my sister smarter than them females you be dealing with."

Mitch doubled over and held his jaw, "Dammit, B! Chill!"

Ignoring him, Benny charge at his former friend knocking him over and started to assault him. Though Mitch was bigger in stature, Benny was much stronger and it showed. Mitch was pretty much powerless in the fight. Satisfied with what he'd done, Benny got up and dusted himself off. He went to his desk to sign the paperwork leaving his unconscious ex friend on the floor and left when he was finish. Benny knew he didn't have enough money to buy Much outta his half of their business but when he did, Mitch was a good as gone.

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Three months later and things were going smoothly. Fortunately for Jeffrey's jaw, he had been cordial with Melissa so Benny didn't have to make any visits. But that didn't stop her from talking to him on the phone almost every night, and taking him lunch a few times a week. Mitch's brusies had finally healed and he came back to work full time but he was rarely in the office with Benny. Caleb had moved into the house, Benny and Lainey didn't protest it, they were trying for the sake of their mother to have a better relationship with him. Lainey had spent those months getting her salon prepared and decorated, finally she was finished. It was time for her party to celebrate the night before opening.

"Girl, you did a good ass job in here," Marcie exclaimed hugger her friend.

"Thank you, girl. I couldnt have done it without Benny. He was actually pretty helpful."

Marcie looked around. "Where is he anyway? I figired he might have been with Melissa but she's over there with your mom."

Lainey shrugged, "He said he had to pick up my gifts. He should be here in a little while though."

"Aaah, okay. So how does it feel to have your own salon? Its all yours, girl."

Lainey laughed, "Its not mine till I pay for it completely but I'm excited. I've wanted this for forever."

"What do you mean? Girl, I already know about it being paid off."

"What? No its not," Lainey frowned. "I haven't paid for this."

Charles crept up behind her smiling and spoke softly. "But I did."

Jumping, Lainey turned around with a smile on her face. She accepted his hug enjoying his arms around her then pulled away and hit his arm.

"Charles, did you really pay for this?"

He nodded. "Yes ma'am, I did."

"But why? Charles, that's a lot of money."

"To you it might be," he replied moving a piece of hair from her face, "But to me no amount of money is too much. Think of it as a gift from your man."

Melissa came over at the end of his statement and nudged Marcie.

"Ooop, don't let Benny find out his lil baby got a man," she joked.

Marcie laughed, "That vein in his neck gon burst open in here."

Lainey flipped them off the turned back to Charles. "I dont know what to say but thank you. I'll pay it back."

Charles kissed her forehead, "Pay me back by letting me take you to dinner tomorrow after you close."

Lainey agreed just as his phone started to ring. He let her know he was going to step back into her office to take the call. While he was gone the ladies talked amongst each other and the other party goers. Tilda went to grab her niece's hand and led her over to her parents.

"We are so proud of you, babygirl. You've wanted this since you were young and you got it." Caleb reminisced. He moved in to hug her and for the first time in a while she didn't reject him.

Hanna was next, she squeeezed her daughter tight and rocked them from side to side before letting go. "You just don't know how happy and proud I am of you, little girl. And I didn't forget about my trip to Aruba either."

Lainey laughed and nodded. "Yes ma'am. You know Ima still take you."

Thirty minutes went by before Benny walked in with a big smile on his face. He cut the music down then gathered everybody around excitedly.

"You ready for ya gift, Lainey?" He asked.

"Yees! I been waiting all night for it."

Benny laughed, "Its only been an hour since the party started, drama queen. But I got you something that will make this evening feel complete. You ready?"

Lainey nodded wondering what her brother could have possibly gotten her. He had already made sure she had everything in the salon and then some. Benny told her and their mama to close their eyes then went to open the door.

"Aight, on the count of three open your eyes. Yall count with me."

....1

......2

........3

Mother and daughter opened their eyes and screamed. Cameron and Zion stood before them smiling. Cameron had to catch their mama from falling and pulled her into a hug. Lainey jumped on Zion holding onto him for dear life. Both women cried happy tears.

"My babies," Hanna called out. "Oh thank you, Jesus! My babies are all here!"

"We home, Ma," Cameron told her pulling away. "We home for good."

Lainey switched with her mama and hugged Cameron tight then went to hug Benny thanking him. The brothers hugged their father and aunt as the the party went back to normal. Melissa and Marcie stood off to the side watching the reunion.

"I see you," Melissa said filling her cup with punch.

"You see me what?"

"I see you looking at her brother. You over there undressing him with your eyes. For shame," she teased.

Marcie laughed nervously. "Oh whatever, I was just watching them hug. It was beautiful."

"You don't gotta lie to me."

"Look here, Ms. He said he breaks backs and I want him to break mine," Marcie spat playfully. "I'm married not blind."

"Mmmhmmm...not too much longer it looks like."

Finally done with his call, Charles rejoined the party and went straight to Lainey. He kissed her cheek letting her know he was back.

"Hey hey whoa. Who is you and why you kissing on my baby sister?" Cam asked quickly pulling his sister towards him and his brothers.

Zion wiped her cheek off and glared at him.

Benny laughed and he folded his arms across his chest. He told everybody he was nice brother, now they were about to find out one by one.

"My apologies, I'm Charles Frederickson. Nice to finally meet you two," Charles said with a genuine smile on his face.

"You the governor, ain't you?" Zion asked.

"Yeah," Charles nodded with a slight laugh, "That's me. And no I don't have more important shit to do. Your sister takes priority as long as it isn't life or death."

"Mmhm," Cameron mumbled. "So why are your lips on my sister?"

Benny jumped in, "He call himself with a thing for her. She been talkin to him a lot."

"Hmm, is that so?" Zion asked.

"Benny's right, I definitely have a thing for your sister. I asked her to make things official bit ahe said I had to go through the three of you first. So," Charles chuckled, "This time is as good as any. I'd love to date your siste, make things official. Can I have your blessing?"

Cameron and Zion stared at him and Benny answered. "Give us some time to think about it. We'll let you know, man."

"Fair enough," He nodded. "I'm gonna go grab some food and let you yall catch up. Lainey, come find me when you're done."

Charles smiled at her before walking off. Lainey started to follow him but Cam pulled her back.

"Bring ya lil hot ass back here. Where he come from?"

Lainey shrigged still smiling. "I met him when I did the Firat Lady and her family's hair. Isn't he sweet?"

"No," all three brothers answered.

"Look at you all giddy and blushing," Zion said, "Uhn uhn, we gotta check him out first. Aint no fool taking advantage our our baby."

Lainey pouted looking at her brother. "Don't run him away like yall did the other boys. That's why nobody wanted to date me, they was scared of yall."

"Anybody that got scared by us being normal big brothers ain't good enough for you," Benny assured her kissing her head.

Lainey folded her arms, "Yall always threatened to shoot them."

"Okay and?" Cam asked shrugging.

After the party was over, Lainey and her siblings stayed behind to clean everything up. Charles, Marcie and Melissa offered to help but were denied. The clean up was almost finshed when the door chimed and opened.

"Who the fuck," Benny's voice trailed off seeing their estranged sister standing there. "What is your ass doing here, Candace?"

"Nice to see you to, B." She laughed. "Ooh Cam, Zion, yall are out. Good to see yall too. It's been years."

Lainey stepped forward, "He asked you a question. Why are you here? You know you're not welcome around us."

Candace sucked her teeth, "No need for the attitude, Alaina. I jist wanted to come see my family and congratulate you."

"Uhuh, you've seen is and said your peace. Leave." Lainey demanded.

Candace looked around the salon and whistled lowly. "This is nice. I wonder what or who you had to do to get this."

"I'm not you, I worked legitimately for this, Candace."

"You're right about one thing. You're not me and could never be me, little girl. You're just a reject."

Benny pulled his little sister behind him knowing she was about to pounce. His older brothers watched the scene unfold, they wanted to see how Benny handled it. They knew he'd grown into an even better man than he was before he went to jail. He'd been handling everything in his own for years now and they were proud.

"Leave and don't bring ya ass back here or anywhere near us. You know I don't repeat myself, now go before I let her beat ya ass lies she did last time."

Candace scrunched her nose up at him and started to back away laughing. "No need to be so hostile, I just wanted to give yall a gift "

"Leave," Benny barked loudly.

Candace noddee and headed towards the door. She stepped out then stepped back in with her son. She pushed him towards them with a scowl on her face.

"Since yall moved out the hood and doing better figured yall would want that. Have him," she shrugged the turned to leave.

Lainey rushed to the the five year old and picked him up. "Lil Q, baby. Where have you been?"

He looked at her stragely for a second. "I dont know."

"Do you remember me?"

Taking a few moments to stare at her, he slowly started to nod and smile formed on his face. "Auntie!"

The brothers watched the moment with mixed feelings. They were glad their nephew was back with them nut they knew Camdace wasn't just giving him to them to be nice. She was planning something and they were going to figure out what.

[heyyyharry]

My Girl Series: Chapter 7 - Birthday Blues

…in which Harry tries to make it up to Y/N for all the birthdays he has missed.

Series description: Y/N falls in love with the older boy next door who doesn’t feel the same, years later they meet again at a funeral.

AU: actor!harry, older!harry, younger!y/n; (4-year age gap)

Chapter 6: This Time - Y/N needs a wedding date, and this time Harry’s not giving up.

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After Harry had left Holmes Chapel, every spark of joy in Y/N's life slowly died out with the part of him inside of her. The day she turned fifteen was also the first time she'd spent a birthday alone. Celine was abroad for a three-month exchange program. Her grandma, who lived in Brighton had just passed away, so both of her parents had to go there for the funeral. Since she refused to come along, they left her home with her mother's younger sister, aunt Lynn, who was only twenty-two at the time and didn't even bother to remember her name.

"Sweet baby, do not tell your parents that I invite some friends over, okay? Your mum is gonna be so mad," the young woman said, holding Y/N by the shoulders and the teenage girl could only pay attention to the sound of her aunt chewing bubble gum. For some reasons, Lynn always had something in her mouth. If she wasn't chewing gum, she had to make sure her mouth was kept busy by eating something, or someone. Y/N had met her three times before but each time she was snogging a different guy. Sadly she was the only option for a 'babysitter', just because Y/N's parents didn't believe their fifteen-year-old daughter was capable of staying home alone.

"But today is—"

"Shit!" The woman exclaimed, holding her head. "You're right! It's Friday night, I should throw a party. Play with your dolls, baby. Your aunt has adult stuff to take care of."

"My dolls?" Y/N muttered under her breath as the bedroom door was slammed shut in front of her eyes. Putting on her favorite song and turning off all the lights, she lied down, staring at the spinning fan above her head.

All the kids her age probably spent their fifteenth getting drunk and making out with their crushes, or losing their virginity without their parents knowing. But there she was, locked in her room while her aunt was having all the fun she was supposed to have. For the first time in her life, she found herself alone. She'd always been a loner, yet she had never actually felt it until that night. She stayed utter still in silence, holding Thumper close to her chest. The stuffed animal could probably hear every sound of her heart cracking open. Her mother wasn't there to tell her what a woman she'd become, nor was Harry to sing her the birthday song. It was just her, alone in the dark, with a purple bunny that still smelt just like him.

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Celine always said that working in the library was the worst decision Y/N had ever made, because there was no job more boring than organizing dusty old books. But the thing was, Y/N loved her boring job. She mainly got paid for sorting and shelving books according to their categorization, which wasn't really hard work, not to mention that Ms. Florence, the librarian, was really easy-going. Y/N got to spend most of her time in the fiction section, avoiding her responsibilities to read and write as much as she wanted. Besides, she really liked her co-worker, whose name was Alice.

Alice was a year younger than Y/N. She liked to talk and Y/N liked to listen, so they were pretty compatible. Finding a drinking buddy in university was easy, Y/N had plenty of them; the hard part was finding a buddy you could trust. So even though Alice wasn't what Y/N would consider a close friend, she could be someone to count on.

"Why is it that every time I see you, you're reading something?"

Alice's voice pulled Y/N's attention away from the novel on her lap, as she looked up and found the tiny brunette smiling at her. Y/N leaned back against the bookshelf, crossing her legs so there was room on the floor for Alice to sit down as well.

"I have a surprise for you, big sis!" Alice said, making Y/N roll her eyes and chuckle.

"You've found another porn book, haven't ya?"

"No! An actual surprise!" The younger girl giggled, then finally showed Y/N what she'd been hiding behind her back. "Ta-da! Two tickets to see Heathers!"

"Heathers The Musical?" Y/N dropped her jaw when the other girl nodded. "I love Heathers!"

"I bet you do! You seem like someone who enjoys dark comedy with tragic endings."

Alice's comment made her laugh, but she couldn't say it wasn't true. Her life itself was already a dark comedy.

"Are you giving me these for free?" She asked, pointing to the tickets and Alice's lips curved into a smile as she nodded fast in response.

"I bought these to go with a friend next week, but we're both gonna be busy that night. So just consider this as my temporary birthday gift to you. I'll buy you something else tomorrow."

"How do you know today's my birthday?" Y/N's eyes went round as her mouth fell open, yet the grin on the other girl's face only expanded.

"I was cleaning Ms. Florence's desk this morning when I found your CV. I didn't have time to actually get you something so—"

"Alice..."

"I know you hate birthdays, but please accept these tickets or else I'll die!"

Y/N rolled her eyes, chuckling a bit at how dramatic that sounded, but eventually, she accepted the birthday gift from her co-worker, and thanked the girl for being so thoughtful. "By the way, there's really no need to get me something else," she said, making Alice snort.

"Don't be silly! You're getting a proper birthday gift from me." Alice barely stood up when she flopped onto the floor again. "Oh, and one more thing! Do you wanna go out tonight? I know this pub that's—"

"No, thanks. I've got a lot of work to do tonight."

"But it's your birthday!"

Y/N gave the girl a shrug, lifting a corner of her mouth as she replied, "I never celebrate it."

"Boo, you suck!" Like a child, Alice blew up her cheeks, eyebrows knitted together. "But if you change your mind, ring me up, big sis!"

Y/N tried to contain her laughter as she watched Alice hop away and almost fall head first when she tripped over a stool. It was only when her clumsy co-worker had gone out of sight that Y/N finally checked her watch and realized her shift was just over. She rose from the floor to place the book back on the shelf, then put the tickets into her bag before heading out. Usually, she would always be the last person to leave, but since it was her birthday, she still wanted to do something special for herself, even if it was something as simple as going home before Ms. Florence.

Instead of taking the bus, that day Y/N decided to walk home. For the first time in two years living in that city, the girl finally paid attention to what was going on around her; it was also the first time she had realized how boring London had always been. The grey color of concrete dominated the entire city; it was hard to spot a hint of green anywhere, unlike Holmes Chapel, her home.

Y/N missed that place so much, now more than ever.

She missed the meadows behind her house at springtime, when all the wildflowers added vibrant colors to the fading green. She missed the tall pine trees surrounding a field full of white poppies. She used to run across that field, imagining herself in the opening scene of The Sound of Music, and she could still hear Harry's voice calling out "Bambi, wait for me!" as he tried to catch up with her.

He was the green that she missed the most.

The sound of her ringtone cut right through that thought, causing the vivid images before her eyes to fade back to monochrome. His name showed up on the screen, as if he knew she had been thinking about him.

"Hello?" She answered, standing close to the wall on her right so she wouldn't get in the way of the other pedestrians.

"Are you on the way home?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, I'm just a few blocks away. Why?"

"I'm coming over."

She snorted, pursing her dry lips. "I'm busy tonight, remember? Birthday dinner with Isaac?" That lie was as smooth as melting butter coming from her mouth, yet her insides were heating up and her hands started to shake. She was glad he couldn't see the way she shut her eyes and pressed her lips into a firm line after lying to him.

"I'll see you in five."

"Wait, I said—" Y/N began, yet couldn't finish. Harry had already hung up on her.

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The sun was sinking fast now, turning the sky to grey tinged with purple and pink. Harry was already waiting by his car outside the building when Y/N returned, standing with his back facing the ruby-red skyline. With golden-rays casting down upon him, Y/N thought Harry glowed even brighter than the sun itself. But of course, he didn't have to know.

"Happy birthday." His voice was husky and deep as he handed her a white poppy. "Just like the ones back home," he said, and the reluctance from her expression made him feel the need to add, "I didn't buy it. I stole it from a flower shop on the way here."

Y/N didn't know if that was true, but his slop-sided grin made her doubt every single one of his words.

"Headline: Harry Styles stole a flower for a mystery girl!" She said, swiping her hand across the air like she was presenting the idea to him, which only made the beam on his face grow twice as big as he pointed to his car. "Get in, kid," he told her. "Before what you said become reality."

"Where are we going?" She asked in hesitation.

"To your birthday party."

"My birthday party?! But I'm—"

"I'm sure we've got a lot of time before Isaac returns from Italy to take you to dinner."

That one sentence got Y/N tongue-tied. The girl couldn't make a single sound, instead, she was gawking at him like a fool. What did she expect though? He would find out sooner or later because he was still friends with Isaac. So all she could do at that moment was try to come up with an explanation, in case he asked her to tell him why she'd lied. However, he didn't ask her anything. Harry flashed a smile as he walked back to his car and told her to come along. But Y/N refused. She couldn't just follow him blindly without knowing exactly where they were going.

"You're not taking me to a fancy restaurant, are you?"

"Bambi, the last thing I want is for the paps to eat you alive." Harry chuckled and opened the car door for the girl. "Don't worry, kid. It's just gonna be the two of us."

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The loud music and laughter from downstairs made it almost impossible for Y/N to even hear the voice inside her head. The birthday blues made it hard for her to stay awake, yet she couldn't sleep either, and there was no way she could talk her aunt into ending the party. Lynn was probably drunk off her ass right now, so Y/N knew the only place for her to be alone with her depressing thoughts was the treehouse. She hadn't gone back there since the night she last saw Harry, but she guessed it had become such a big part of her that she couldn't stay away no matter how much she'd tried.

Still in her pajamas, the fifteen-year-old climbed the rope ladder to get to her childhood spot. The floor was still wet from the rain yesterday, so she leaned against the doorway and stood there to ponder on her own. However, it didn't take her more than three minutes to burst into tears.

Y/N hated crying, it was physically and emotionally painful to cry, and when it was over, what was left was just...nothing. Emptiness. Nevertheless, crying was how Y/N understood herself best. When she cried, she knew who she was. And she had always thought, just like a heartbreak, though crying left her feeling empty when it was over, she would still sigh in relief, because, at least, she knew it was the end.

"Y/N!"

When she heard that voice, the girl stepped closer to the edge of the treehouse and looked down at her neighbor's garden, where she found Harry's big sister with one hand behind her back and the other waving in the air. Y/N quickly wiped away the remaining tears on her cheeks, feeling thankful because if Gemma had come earlier, she might have already seen Y/N bawling her eyes out.

"Gemma! When did you get back?"

"Just a couple days ago. I'm home for two weeks to work on my thesis." The other Styles chuckled. "Glad I found you out here, I was just about to come over."

"To see me?" Y/N lifted both eyebrows, pointing to herself and receiving a nod from her neighbor.

"Yeah, come down here. I have something for you."

The teenage girl hesitated a bit because she couldn't figure out why Gemma wanted to see her and had something for her. Even though she used to hang out with Harry, she was never that close to his older sister. But she climbed down anyway, curious to know what Gemma had behind her back.

"Happy birthday," said the 23-year-old as she handed Y/N the birthday gift she'd been hiding that whole time.

A snow globe.

It didn't have a snowman and a Christmas tree like the ones you normally found in souvenir shops. The one Gemma gave her had colorful glitter inside instead of fake snow; and it was a miniature London, with tiny versions of Big Ben, the London Eye, and the Tower Bridge.

But all Y/N could see, was a person.

"You remember my birthday?" The younger girl asked quietly as she received the gift from her lovely neighbor, who was smiling from ear to ear.

"Of course," Gemma said. "I came to your birthday party every year. But I guess you don't like them anymore, huh?"

"Yeah..." Y/N faked a laugh, hoping her awkward eye-roll didn't give away the fact that she was just lonely.

"Well, I'd love to stay and chat but I must get back to work now."

"Sure. Thanks for the nice gift," said Y/N. "Where did you get it by the way?"

"Bought it when I was in London last week."

Y/N didn't say anything else and just watched the older girl walk back to her house. Of course, she wanted to ask Gemma about Harry, but it was so sad to even think about him right now. His sister remembered her birthday and even got her a present, yet she hadn't heard a single word from him since the day he left. He was supposed to be her friend, or was it just another thing she had fooled herself into believing?

Holding the little London between her palms, she thought that maybe it was time to let go of the London inside her heart.

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"Don't peek!"

"I'm not peeking!"

Y/N giggled, holding the hand that was covering her eyes as Harry carefully led her up the stairs, giving her directions so she wouldn't trip and cause them both to fall over. She extended her arms once they had reached the top, feeling the cold metal surface in front of them. The creaking sound caused her to flinch, so Harry quickly reassured the girl that it was just him opening the door. She could feel his other hand reaching around her waist to pull the handle, and a cold breeze blew right through her thin shirt. Y/N immediately took a step backward and bumped into Harry's firm chest. She felt the pressure of his fingertips on her hip as he gently pushed her forward, for the third time that night, telling her to trust him.

"If I didn't trust you I wouldn't have walked up all these floors with my eyes closed." She giggled, and his soft laughter sent shivers down her spine.

"Sit," he ordered, holding the girl by the arms to guide her into a chair; and when she was finally seated, Harry leaned in so his lips were close to her ear as he whispered, "open your eyes."

Y/N did what she was told.

Slowly, she opened her eyes.

The girl had begun to envision her surroundings ever since the cool air hit her skin for the first time as she stepped out, yet what she saw was far from her imagination.

They were sitting on a rooftop of a tall building somewhere in London. From her spot, Y/N could see the entire city spread below, tiny vehicles rushing along tangled roads. The city lights looked like stars dropping to the Earth, making her feel as if they were being squeezed between two galaxies. There were no words magical enough to describe what she was seeing, so Y/N didn't say anything, and just took in a deep breath to let it go with the biggest smile on her face.

It was windy on the roof, so Harry took off his coat and wrapped it around her shoulders. They sat side by side on two wooden chairs, staring at the city and the sky above, completely mesmerized by such beauty, which had completely changed Y/N's opinion about London. Maybe from a different and higher view, it wasn't plain and dull after all.

"Almost like Holmes Chapel, huh?" She heard him speak and turned to look at him. Harry was gazing up with a beam on his face as he pointed to the sky, and told her the names of the stars he knew, not aware that she wasn't really listening. She was too busy looking at him, and thinking, maybe somewhere underneath that man was still the little boy she used to know.

"Oh, I forgot!" He suddenly flinched and turned to pick up the box at his feet. "I made this for you. But...the rest of the batch...already ended up in the trash bin."

He opened the box and revealed one single cupcake with a candle on top. It didn't look terrible, still, it wasn't a very pretty cupcake either. But if that was the best out of the whole batch, Y/N couldn't help but snort as she tried to imagine what the other ones looked like.

"Hey, don't laugh at me! At least I tried!"

"Okay, okay." Y/N bit her lip to hold back a smile. She didn't know why it was so endearing that he'd exerted himself to make her one cupcake. Even if he'd got it from a store instead, she would still be overjoyed.

"Can I eat it now?" She asked, but he quickly shook his head no.

"You have to make a wish first."

Y/N giggled, eyes bored into Harry as he looked around to find something else. "Shit!" His jaw went slack. "The lighter! I forgot the lighter."

"Relax, lemme check," Y/N mumbled, reaching inside the inner pocket of his coat to search for the object, and she felt something like a little triangle box, assuming it was the lighter. But when she took it out, both of them froze as they saw what it really was.

A pack of cigarettes.

Y/N's mouth fell open, she was speechless, and so was he. "Harry..." Her voice was quiet when she looked at him. "Do you smoke?"

"No." He shook his head fast. "N-Not anymore."

"Really?"

"Why would I lie?" A blush crept up his face as he made eye-contact with her. "If I still smoked, I would have a lighter with me, right?"

That sounded like a good enough reason for her to believe him. Moreover, he didn't smell like someone who smoked, and she'd never seen him with a cigarette between his fingers before. So apparently he was telling the truth. Y/N inhaled deeply as she nodded, squeezing his hand for more assurance.

"Smoking could kill you. So don't...don't go back to it..." The way she could barely maintain eye contact while saying that to him made his heart flutter somehow. He took her other hand, linking their fingers together as he asked, "are you worried about me?"

"Of course I am," she said without pause. "I can't bear the thought of losing you."

The corners of her mouth turned down and her whole face contorted so he knew she was serious when she said those words. After all this time, he still mattered to her; and knowing that was like getting a heavy weight lifted off his chest.

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Harry sank into his chair, holding the mini calendar above his face. "It's already April," he mumbled to himself, but his roommate Isaac assumed Harry was talking to him, so he replied, "yeah, almost time for finals."

It wasn't finals that came to Harry's mind when he thought about April, it was a birthday actually. He rarely remembered birthdays, and sometimes he forgot his own; but for some reasons, he always remembered hers. He hadn't spoken to Y/N since the night he left, and he could never forget the way she looked at him when she asked him to kiss her. It was awkward, yet it was sad. She truly cared about him, and he could never repay the same kind of feelings because she was too young. So he didn't know how to talk to her again after everything she'd confessed. The last thing he wanted was to lead her on and lull her into believing that one day he might feel the same. He knew he could never like her back the way she wanted him to.

However, it would be a lie to say he didn't miss her. He missed her a lot. How could he forget about his little Bambi? She was the only girl he'd spent the best years of his childhood protecting and looking after. She was something more than just the girl next door, and he kept the image on her face on the treehouse that night in his memory as he left Holmes Chapel with no intention of coming back. Every time he thought about her, a part of him wanted to pay her a visit, but he was glad he didn't change his mind. But now her birthday was coming close, and he knew she wanted him to be there with her. He wanted to be there with her. But he couldn't.

"Isaac," Harry broke the silence in the dorm room, turning his head to look at his best friend who was lying on the bed. "What should I give a fifteen-year-old girl for her birthday?"

The sudden question made Isaac lift an eyebrow. "I thought you only had a big sister?"

"Uhm...it's actually for my...my...cousin."

"Well, I'm bad at this stuff. Why don't you ask Niall?"

Harry rolled his eyes and scoffed. "He would just give me crazy ideas."

"Then ask the birthday girl herself." Isaac shrugged, sticking out his bottom lip. "I mean, try to be subtle and find out what she likes without giving away the fact that you don't know what to get her."

If only it was that easy. Harry shook his head and put the calendar back down. He used to be the one who knew about her more than anyone else, probably only second to her mother, he should be able to know what she liked, but right now he didn't. He knew nothing about her anymore. It was only then that he started to feel bad for all the time he didn't spend with her. But had he not kept his distance, their goodbye would've been much harder.

So he tried to think, swirling the pencil in his hand for a couple seconds. And finally, an idea came to his mind. Maybe there could be a way for him to come back to her after all.

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For the rest of the night, Harry and Y/N sat in their chairs, eating pizza for dinner while discussing irrelevant topics like the existence of aliens, strange kinds of flowers, as well as their favorite movies, songs, and books. Soon both grew tired so they fell back to silence. He was staring at the city, and she was taking in the sight of him.

"Are you mad that I lied to you?" Her sudden question made him turn around with an eyebrow raised. "You know, about Isaac."

"I'm not mad at you, kid. But I'd like to know what happened..." Harry couldn't say he had heard most of the story from Niall because he wanted Y/N to tell him herself, if she trusted him enough, and of course, he didn't expect her to. But somehow she did. She ended up telling him everything.

"I didn't want Isaac to turn down the job offer for a relationship that would probably never work." She sighed with her chin on her knuckles, hooded eyes staring blankly ahead. "I liked him a lot. And I thought to myself that if he asked me to be his girlfriend, I would say yes immediately. But when it happened, I got scared. I couldn't let him in because I was afraid that if he knew too much about me, he wouldn't like me anymore. I guess I'm just not ready to fall in love again, and I don't want him to wait for me to be ready. My first and only relationship didn't end very well. So I didn't have the heart to let the same thing happen to us." Holding her breath, she said, "He's too good for me anyway. I'm better off alone."

"Nobody is better off alone," Harry spoke at last, a line appeared between his brows. "Everyone needs someone."

"Not me." She shrugged, and the look in her eyes broke his heart in a million pieces. "I'm sorry I had to lie to you...I didn't want you to do anything for my birthday. I've troubled you enough already."

"But you're not troubling me, love. I did all of this because I wanted to. I...I care about you."

She couldn't remember the last time she heard him say those words, or if he'd ever said them at all. So to hear them now made her feel happy and sad at the same time. If there was one thing that she'd learned from their 'relationship' it would be, Harry's words weren't always credible.

"How did you find this place though?" She changed the subject, putting on a smile to lighten up the mood, which had gotten a bit blue since Isaac was mentioned. She could see it from the look on his face that he was also glad she'd brought up something else.

"Niall's uncle owns this building. They're doing some reconstructing so it's closed for a couple months. It might be the only place we could be together without people bothering us."

"Thank you." Y/N took in a long breath as she smiled. "I've never seen London so beautiful."

"Agreed." Harry nodded fast. In this bad lighting, his dimples seemed even deeper than they actually were. "But my favorite is the winter time. The city looks best when it's covered in snow."

Those last words made Y/N's head turn as her eyes went round.

"It was you, wasn't it?" she cried out, causing the man to jump in shock. He was meant to ask, but she didn't even let him have his chance. "The snow globe! You asked Gemma to give it to me, did you?!"

"Ouch!" He yelped when she smacked him hard on the arm. The girl didn't look very sorry when he rubbed the sore spot and his brows drew together in utter perplexity.

"Why did you ask her to lie for you?! I was so sad, I thought you didn't remember my birthday!"

"I thought it was for the best if you forgot about me, after..."

There was a pause, a gap for her to fill in.

"Our first kiss...I know," she mumbled at last.

It was weird to talk about it now, since both of them had been pretending like the kiss she'd stolen from him when she was fourteen had never happened. After all, she was fourteen at the time, he couldn't blame her for acting so impulsive. But recently he'd been thinking about it and wondering if her feelings back then had been all true.

Her eyes darted as she whispered under her breath, but still loud enough for him to hear, "why didn't you send me anything on my birthday next year or the ones after that?"

"I...I wanted to...I almost did." He swallowed hard while fidgeting in his seat. "But Gemma said you were seeing this boy, so I thought I should stay away from your life and let you forget about me for good. Then time passed and I actually didn't think a lot about you, until..."

She nodded without waiting for him to finish, her lashes fluttered as sadness overtook her face. After a moment of thinking, she asked, "if you could turn back time, would you come back to see me?"

"Yes," he answered. "Without a second thought."

Y/N had seen Harry in a lot of different situations, yet she'd never seen him like that, all flustered and ill at ease. She loved the way the rings on his fingers sparkled as he was nervously toying with the hem of his shirt. She loved it when even under the dim lights surrounding them, she could see a blush creep up his face. She knew better, that it was never good when she felt so drawn to him, yet she couldn't stop, so she released a slight laugh, which got his attention.

"Why are you laughing?" He asked.

Shaking her head with the grin still remained, she said, "nothing."

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As he walked with her five floors up to her flat, Harry struggled to find something to say so the silence carried on until they reached her front door. He couldn't explain why he was at a loss for words every time he stood in front of her. He knew her well, he'd grown up with this girl. But deep down inside he knew it wasn't like that, not anymore. He knew his heart had more to say about her than it should, and the way it began to race whenever she was around had him frustrated most of the times.

He watched her unlock her front door and turn to say goodbye. But just when she was about to leave, he stopped her by taking her hand. It wasn't the first time they'd held hands, still, he let hers go after about two seconds like it was hot coal burning his skin. Maybe it was, maybe she was, yet he couldn't stay away because he enjoyed the burn. With round Bambi eyes, she stared at him, slightly puzzled by his strange behaviors. Harry asked her to wait. He searched in his pants pocket, finally pulling out a silver locket necklace.

"Your birthday present."

"Harry—"

He shushed her right away, telling her to turn around as he took a step closer to put the chain around her neck. His fingers brushed against her collarbone only once, but it was enough for both of them to flinch at the contact. Y/N gently touched the heart-shaped locket now lying on her chest, then opened it to find a tiny photo of her mother.

"So you could always keep her by your heart," he whispered, his voice was low and hot against her ear.

Slowly, Y/N turned around, but Harry didn't pull away so they were just one step away from pressing against each other. She meant to just thank him and go inside her flat, but as she parted her lip, not a single sound managed to escape. Her cheeks turned pink, her bottom lip was quivering as she batted her lashes. She had never looked into his eyes for that long, and the look he was giving her made her pupils dilated. It was the same look she'd seen him give that blonde haired girl on the treehouse when he was seventeen. He had never looked at Y/N that way before, and now he did. If only she could read his mind, she would know he was also trying to do the same.

Harry knew it was wrong, but he couldn't resist. The last time he had the same feeling, he wasn't thinking straight so he went for it by instinct. Now he knew exactly what was happening, and still, he didn't stop it. He leaned in a little closer, their foreheads touching. He expected her to pull away or even slap him for making that bold move, yet she stayed exactly where she was, chest heaving with anticipation. Her scent was flooding his senses, and the second he finally found the courage to place his hands on her hips, it was she who decided the next move.

Her lips brushed against his. Not innocently, but hot and passionately, he wanted to pull away before he lost control, but like a magnet, she drew him in more and now he was stuck. "Harry," she whispered slowly, making his heart flutter as he clasped his hands on either side of her face.

That kiss wasn't like the first or the second, this time it was an open-mouthed, almost sexual kiss. He pushed her against the door, loving the way her body melted into his as their lips fitted perfectly like they were made for each other. She held his hair and he held her so tight as if he was afraid it wasn't real, and she would disappear the moment he loosened his grip. They broke away after what seemed like ages, and from the look in her eyes, he could tell she expected him to run, just like he had before.

But he didn't. Even if he wanted to, he knew his trembling feet wouldn't let him. She stood with her back against the door, him with one hand on her hip, the other fisted to rest beside her head. He inhaled sharply and she was still trying to steady her breathing. It took almost five seconds for either to open their eyes and look at the other person.

"Goodnight," she mumbled, reaching behind for the doorknob and the next thing he knew, she had fled inside and shut the door right in front of his face. Harry was left standing in the hallway like an idiot, not knowing what to do next. He lifted a fist, about to knock because there were still many things that he wanted to say to her, an apology was one of which. But he thought again and decided that he should probably go.

Harry left the building, stepping out on the street with his head still on the cloud as he kept touching his lips, trying not to smile so big or else people would think he was insane. But maybe he was, because he was too happy to act differently. He got into his car and sat there with both hands on the steering wheel, head tossed back, smiling contently. His whole face was red, but he didn't really mind. He was soaked in the scent of her perfume, and all he could think about was how he could possibly fall asleep with every trace of her lingering on his body.

His phone lit up in the dark, notifying a new text from Bambi which got him to sit up straight at once. His heart could've exploded when he read the first line, if the next one hadn't come on in less than a second.

⌲ Bambi: That kiss was a mistake.

⌲ Bambi: You're gonna have to earn it next time.

⌲ Next time? :)

⌲ Bambi: Don't be smug about it!

⌲ I'm not! But wait, on the scale from 1-10, how great was tonight? (minus the kiss)

⌲ Bambi: 7/10 (including the kiss)

⌲ Heeeeeey!

Sitting at her working desk, chin resting on her palm, Y/N cracked a smile. The birthday surprise, as well as the kiss they'd shared in the hallway,  were definitely 11/10. But she couldn't give it to him that easily. She placed her phone down, leaving his latest message on read as she touched the chain around her neck once again.

The London snow globe was still sitting on her desk, and she hadn't touched it in so long that it was a bit dusty now. She kept it there so it could remind her of the terrible birthday she should already forget, but she didn't want to. It was a way of telling herself that sometimes the people you loved would leave you behind, and that was just a cruel fact of life that one should just accept and carry on. But now that she knew it wasn't all true, the way she felt about the snow globe had also changed.

Quickly, she typed down 'Thank you for the locket' and sent it to him, then while waiting for him to reply, she sent another text right after.

⌲ I have two tickets to see Heathers The Musical

⌲ H: Yes.

⌲ I haven't even asked?

⌲ H: Whatever you're gonna ask, it's a yes.

⌲ Have you even watched Heathers?

⌲ H: There's always Google! Send me the date and time, my assistant will get back to you shortly.

⌲ Haha funny.

Y/N rolled her eyes and giggled as she snapped a quick shot of the tickets Alice had given her and sent it to him.

⌲ H: Wednesday night! I'm free!

⌲ You sure there's not another award show that night? I'm gonna kill you if you skip another one for me.

⌲ H: Nah I'm not supposed to attend any event next week. If you don't believe me, google it!

⌲ Oh God.

⌲ H: Say that instead of my name 'next time'.

Y/N's face turned scarlet when she read that line. She sucked in her bottom lip, face-palming herself with her eyes shut and wishing she hadn't moaned his name into the kiss. That couldn't have been more embarrassing. She typed down a few words, trying to come up with a reply that would save herself from the humiliation, yet she kept typing and deleting for three times or so. Then came two new messages from him.

⌲ H: It's late. Go to sleep Bambi. Good night.

⌲ H: Once again, happy birthday! :)

The twenty-year-old smiled to herself as she sent him back a goodnight text. Y/N knew she should get to bed now if she wanted to wake up early for a class in the morning. But she also knew it would take forever for her to fall asleep. This time, fortunately, it wasn't gonna be the birthday blues that kept her up all night.

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 100 Xs1) "Day 26: Seattle and Old Side Chicks"

@creatureofthen1ght-v3 @crystalbaby12 @backoftheroomandnotbelonging @5sosfam1dlover @rosefilledhearts-blog

Luna's eyes whip open. Her brain continuously running around things through out the few short hours it was supposed to call Sleep. That's how Luna functions when she has an idea.

Bursting with hungover energy, she jumps out of bed. Luna's never up and moving like this unless her mind is flying with creativity. This morning being a prime example as she tries to connect the musical dots that are overcrowding her head.

Not even bothering to smoke or brush her teeth, she's out the door. Down the hall. Banging on Ashley and Dom's door.

"I've got an idea." She states as she makes her way past a groggy Ashley.

It's not even 8A and Luna is buzzing. They went to bed around 4A. Ashley hating Luna's guts in this moment.

With her hands and arms full, Luna drops her treats on the floor. Her phone, notebook, multiple pens, bowl, jar of weed and two prescription bottles filled with Percocets and Xanax falling around her. Along with her Ideas.

"I wanna run a Super Jam." She states, wiggling her fingers. "I don't know how though yet...." She trails as she sits amongst her treasures.

Ashley plunks down beside her. Dutifully packing the bowl for her creatively manic friend

"Wut's 'oin ya mind?" Dom pops up from the bed asking.

"I don't knooowww....." Luna answers honestly. "I don't know if we should run an Authentic Seattle, Mainstream Grunge, Dead Seattle or Dead Grunge...." Her leg bouncing to the different songs running through her mind.

Covering Bands is really cool for some artists.... Paying homage is an entirely different entity.

Ashley fires up the bowl. Exhaling her hit, she asks Luna What's More Important.

"Fran." Luna answers without a thought as Ashley passes her the bowl with a knowing look. "Lemme call Colson." She decides as she takes a hit.

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Colson's annoyed by his phone ringing. It's early as FUCK. No one should be calling him right now. Seeing the who it is, his anger lifts.

"HEY!!" He can feel her shine through the phone.

"Hi, Kitty..." Even tired he can't help but grin at the sound of her voice.

"I got an idea!!" She explodes.

"Oooh, yeah? What?" Colson asks.

He loves her ideas and little games. Luna never failing to amuse, intrigue and push him beyond his artistic scope. Or sexual limits.

"I wanna Super Jam.... I'm thinking four or five GREAT songs..." She goes on to explain.

"FUCK yeah!" Colson finds himself grinning harder with a nod.

"Cool... I'm getting out of here as quick as possible. Talk to The Boys. By time I get back we need a solid idea to mix and rehearse.

"I got you, Kitten." He reassures her, pumped by her idea.

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Off the phone, Colson is hard from the sound of Luna's voice. Sliding his hand around his thick cock, he smiles.

"My Bitch is like no other...." He thinks as he aches for her.

Remembering her birthday gift to him, Colson grabs his laptop. Finding the file and setting himself up, he's prepared for his viewing.

Seeing Luna tease and fuck him, Colson strokes his cock like he's trying to strangle someone. He grows harder as he watches himself devour Luna's insides. Remembering her sweet taste of peaches, he pulls on himself faster.

Stroking his dick at a firm pace, his grip tightens. Watching their video, he imagines every inch of Luna as she slides herself around him on the laptop's screen.

Cooing as she helps him pump his huge cock into her. The sound of their satisfied moans pushing on his brain.

Floating back to That Night. The way he felt so nervous until Luna had popped in wearing The Cheetah Print Coat. The sight of her taunting his dick while easing his soul. It was the first time he had ever fucked her. Instantly admitting that he was truly in love with HER. Not just the memory of The Girl In The Cheetah Print Coat.

Their connection and sex being an inescapable delight. No one ever fucking his body or mind like THAT Brooklyn Bitch.

Yanking on his cock now, Colson's body stiffens as he splooges all over himself. Breathing hard, he lays there. Details from the strip club still weaving through his mind.

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"Yo. Book us. I gotta get the fuck up outta here ASAP...." Luna says to Ashley's nod.

Catching a call from Monica, she's freaking out. It seems to be a steady state of mind for her recently. Luna hates it.

"I'm done." Monica states firmly. "I'm your FUCKING LAWYER. NOT YOUR MANAGER."

"Wait.... What the fuck are you talking about?" Luna questions her.

"I'm talking about that I'm your Lawyer but.... You need a Manager because I CAN'T manage your schedule." She starts in. "You don't know what this last month has been like for me. Besides all the legal and wedding shit, no one has your number so they all hit ME. My phone stays blowing up over you." Monica states with frustration.

"Wait... What??" Luna's beyond lost.

"YOU.NEED.A.MANAGER." Monica says slowly like Luna's dumb.

On this she is. Dumb and confused.

"What???" Luna asks again.

This makes Monica beyond frustrated.

"Dude... I can't book you... It's not my job. You NEED to get a FUCKING Man.A.Ger. I've been getting calls for IT since yesterday. Stern wants to book you... Good Morning America has BEEN asking for either Nightmare or Bad Things.... FUCK! THAT'S NOT MY FUCKING JOB!!" Monica yells.

"Wait.... Why IT?" Luna asks.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?" Monica finally explodes. "You played it on fucking DayTime TV yesterday!!"

"OH SHIT!!! THEY RAN IT!!" Luna shouts in disbelief.

Amazed, Luna can't help but grin. Knowing she's as pretty as a sunset but always thinking her words were too ugly for DayTime. She's beyond pleased. IT is EXACTLY the kind of song people SHOULD be listening to at all times. Day or night, the message of the song never changes.

"You need a FUCKING manager. I'm not THAT. You paid for law school for A FUCKING REASON. To protect you, not to fucking schedule you." Monica expresses with an attitude.

"I know...." Luna begins to apologize before slipping into hungover reality. "You got ANY suggestions?" Luna can't help but ask with a snark, feeling slightly abandoned.

"No. Do this yourself." Monica says, still pissed.

"What about vetting?" Luna questions her.

"Fine. Bring me three. We'll figure it out who from there." She slightly relents.

"Thank you, Mon. Seriously. I know this last month has been a lot. I'm sorry. I'll find someone. I just.... You know I value your opinion... So, thank you." Luna sighs.

Meeting their freshman year in high school, Monica knows Luna is genuine. Whether she pays her or not, they're true friends. Monica being one of the few Luna will back down from and compromise with.  As Monica lets up on her a bit, they end their phone call on a positive note.

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"So, what? Snippets of different songs mashed together?" Baze asks Colson as he explains Luna's idea.

Sitting around the front of The Bus, they're getting toasted with their morning coffee. Colson had woke them up after he'd showered, knowing they needed to get to work.

"Yeah... Just like that. Probably running like 6 or 7mins...." Colson answers to his nod of understanding.

"When will she be back?" Slim asks of Luna.

"They're on their way now. Should be here before 4P." Colson informs him.

"Wait. She wants to do this tonight?" Slim asks, without waiting for an answer he goes on. "That gives us 3hrs to piece together basically a whole new song.... Of shit we ain't probably NEVER play before so we gonna have to learn it AND then fucking rehearse it to play to a sold out club. Tonight."

Slim ends his rant by tilting his head as he gives Colson a look of What The Fuck.

"Dawg... Obviously she likes a challenge." Colson throws his arms out to showcase himself.

Slim laughs with the rest of The Bus as he rolls his eyes. Asking if They Know Any Of These Fucking Songs.

"Yeah we do..." AJ says confidently pulling out his phone. "Let's make a list of songs we know and how they fit into the different categories of ideas Luna has."

Sam hands him the paper and pen he asks her for. Getting up to grab more coffee, she stops and turns to the group.

"You know, we'll have nine musicians with us tonight. Besides the drums, I play bass and rhythm guitar... So, between all of us, if we pick the right songs the odds are that one of us will know how to play it." She says.

"You offerin' to get OnStage with us tonight?" Colson teases her.

Sam shrugs out an I'm Just Sayen' before Colson agrees It's A Good Idea and Theory. The group of them sitting together, trying to work out the flow of different songs.

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Flying high over The United States, Ashley, Luna and Dom kick around their own ideas.

"So what do you truly want?" Ashley asks Luna.

"Honestly.... If it was MY show, we'd run a totally obscure mix. Focusing on the Lost Seattle Originals. I'd really LOVE to play a tribute to Mia Zapata, Stephanie Sargent and Layne.... Especially Layne. Considering how forgotten he was."

"So fucked up...." Luna sadly thinks of how the rock legend had laid dead in his apartment for over a week before anyone realized he was missing. The thought still breaks her heart the same way it did when she'd first heard the story.

"I don't think many of his fans are gonna know Seven Year Bitch or The Grits though.... But I don't know because they are hometown bands." Luna's leg is still bouncing as she sighs.

"Do you think you may be overextending yourself on this one?" Ashley says gently.

Not one to admit defeat, Luna's brain is still dancing around itself. Determined to figure this out.

"Wut aboot a King and Queen of grunge homage?" Dom asks. "Smashing togeter a Nirvana and Hole song?"

He thinks it's a great idea. Ashley knows it's not.

Luna's eyes go dark. It's a horrible idea in her opinion. Twisted though, it could be one of her greatest Fuck Yous yet. Luna's mind starts shifting gears.

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"WHAT UP, BIIIITCHES!!!" Luna shouts as she climbs onto The Bus.

Ashley and Dom are behind her. They're met by excited Yos and What's Goods. Ashleigh greeting Luna with a tight hug.

Colson comes charging out from their room. Scooping Luna up, he attacks her with kisses as she wraps her legs around his waist tightly with giggling acceptance. Their kisses are matched with EWWWs and GO TO YOUR FUCKING ROOM. Luna continues to laugh as they kiss each other Hello and exchange I Missed Yous. Colson muttering a Shut The Fuck Up Sam while keeping his mouth on Luna's. Pressing hard on his lips, she plants a solid smooch on Colson before sliding off of him. Hard dick poking her on the way down.

"Sooooo.... I think I might have been a little overambitious with this whole Super Jam thing...." Luna admits.

"Thank the Lawd!!! She crazy but she ain't FUCKIN' stupid!!" Slim yells in relief as he throws his arms up.

"Thanks, Jerk Off." Luna laughs at him.

Slim tosses her an elbow and a Sorry as he laughs with her. She meets his peace treaty along with a smile.

"But I have a list!!" AJ pops in slightly agitated.

"Really?" Luna asks as her smile widens. "Me too!!" She laughs as she pulls a folded piece of paper from her back pocket. "What 'cha got?" She asks as she plops down beside him on one of the couches.

Sitting together, they go over their notes. Some things match up but a lot don't.

"No Seattle Tribute?" AJ asks with disappointment.

"Oooh.... We're still doing something." Luna reassures him. "Do you guys know who Tobi Vale is or who Andrew Wood was?" Luna asks including everyone in their conversation now.

Sam and Ashley do. That's it.

"Okay guys.... Roll up. It's story time." She says.

Staying in place, Luna digs Colson's Sponge Bob case out from in between the couch cushions behind her. His deep voice shouting THAT'S WHERE THE FUCK THAT WENT.

"I shoved it up there last week because of Case.... How awesome would that've been if she'd opened it?" Luna shrugs as she shakes her head at herself. "Total fucking win....." Sighing as she rolls her eyes and continues on. "Anyway... So, THIS is what I'm thinking.... Hold on, gimme a sec."

Firing up a joint, Luna hands it to AJ before lighting another and sending it across to Sam on the other couch. Left and Right. Sparking another for herself to camp on for a moment, she explains exactly What She Wants To Do and Why.

Everyone agreeing that It's A MUCH More Plausible Idea. Fully burnt they head off of The Bus towards the nightclub to rehearse. If it plays out as expected it'll be a fun and sweet tribute. Carrying a harsh kick to the cunt. Only those who are aware of Luna's feelings knowing EXACTLY what she's saying.

Colson drops his arm around Sam's shoulder and plops a kiss on top of her head as they head across the parking lot. She looks up at him like What The Fuck Are You Doin'.

"Thanks for taking care of those sheets yesterday." He says looking down at her with a smile.

"OH. You're welcome." She answers as his arm slips off of her.

Heading to catch up with Luna, Colson turns to shoot Sam another grateful smile. It's a nice scene, considering Sam really didn't care for Colson or think he was good enough for Luna when she first met him. Her opinion slowly changing.

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[ineedrelationshipadvice]

gift giving is my boyfriend's love language. mine is quality time. how do I tell him that he doesn't have to spend a lot of money on me for me to still want to be with him? he's spent a lot on me in the past 3 1/2 years and I want to try and return the favor but I'm on a fixed income, most of my money goes toward bills and the one thing I was counting on spending at least $300 on him in a single day got cancelled this year. (1/2)

This can always be a confounding issue, because if you're two people that really get along, but you don't have very compatible "love languages," then there will be an inherent clash in how both of you are expressing your feelings toward each other. This is 100% one of the biggest problems in my current relationship, and it can seem a bit vexing when it can feel like you're "talking past" your partner just because of different world views.

The first thing you want to do to alleviate some of these issues is to express this. Have a talk about it. Do you two know about each other's love languages? Is he aware that you value quality time, and is he aware that YOU BELIEVE that his method of expressing attention to you is through gift giving? The reason I say "you believe" so emphatically is because, even though I'm trying to help you out right now, I have to assume you're an unreliable narrator. Just because you say something doesn't make it true. That's why you have to take the extra effort just to make sure.

Check in with him if you haven't already. Make sure that he understands what makes you happy in a relationship, and in the same hand, make sure that YOU understand what makes HIM happy. Don't guess; you must know.

But let's assume that you've already had this talk, or that you're going to have this talk the moment you're done reading this. What then?

One thing you can do is express your situation. Reaffirm to him that you care about him very much, but also explain your financial situation. He likely already knows about your money troubles, but it's good to remind him that any perceived lack of gifts that you may be giving him is not a sign that you don't love him, but is rather a sign that you just straight-up don't have enough money. I really want to hammer home on this point here specifically because of something you said.

"I want to try and return the favor."

NO BAD! This is an unhealthy mindset to have, from a financial, adult perspective. While it's definitely nice to "pay back" your partner for gifts that he's given, let's make this perfectly clear: YOU ARE UNDER NO OBLIGATION TO RETURN ANYTHING TO YOUR PARTNER. Let's say you and I are dating. I tend to like to give gifts to my partner; it's fun to make them smile. So I buy you flowers, maybe a video game, take you out to get new clothes, splurge on you. I do this with the only expectation of YOU BEING HAPPY, and MAYBE I'll have a selfish, ulterior motive that you make me happy in return. Not that I said I wished you would "make me happy," and not, "give me gifts." The gifts are not the point; it really is the thought that counts sort of situation. Anyone who gives a gift should not have an expectation for financial repayment; gifts are gifts, and gifts are a charity for fun and to make someone happy. Period. Asking someone to "repay" a gift is like someone donating to a homeless shelter and asking to eventually get paid back - that's just not how it works.

Just as your partner can give you gifts with not expectation of repayment - at least this is the perspective he should have a a mature adult - YOU don't have to give gifts to him if you don't want to or can't afford it. Again, I emphasize, IF YOU CAN'T AFFORD TO GIVE A GIFT, DON'T GIVE IT. If your situation does not allow for frivolous spending, do not spend frivolously. Your stability as a person is much more important than whatever thing you might spend money on.

Okay, but let's assume part of his "love language" is not just him giving gifts, but it also makes him happy to receive them. Again, make sure you're explaining your situation to him so that you can set his expectations properly on what kind of gifts you're actually able to give. For instance, my partner knows I'm broke as shit. I can't give her as many gifts as I would normally like to. So if her birthday is coming up, and I know I can't afford a gift, I'm just gonna tell her: "Sorry, my finances are super tight right now. I can't give you a gift. I'm sorry." I've had to say this to many people, and literally 100% of the time, the other person is like, "dude, don't worry about it." People understand. Money sucks, life sucks, people get it.

OKAY BUT WHAT IF YOUR PARTNER IS JUST REALLY DUMB AND JUST DOESN'T GET IT AND REALLY WANTS GIFTS.

For this, you're on the right track with trying to find cheaper alternatives that are both within your budget and are within his interests. This is just a basic skill of gift-giving, honestly, but one thing you should do is figure out what kind of gifts he actually wants? For instance, just last week, my partner wanted to give me a gift. I'm notoriously difficult to give gifts too, but she knew I wasn't feeling well, and saw a video game sale was going on, and asked me which game I wanted. I told her I didn't want one, and then she insisted on giving me a gift, and asked me to take some money so I could buy myself a nice meal. She knew that would make me happy, and she was right, so I accepted her gift.

Do the same with your partner! "Money is tight right now. I know you like gundams and figures/models. If I found one that fit my budget, would you like that?" This is a valuable question to ask, because the last thing you want to do is buy something, and he just straight up isn't interested in the gift. Ask him what he would enjoy. Maybe he's like me, and would actually really dig a meal. Maybe he's not really wanting to work with a gundam model, and would much rather something else instead. Worst case scenario, he wants some $2000 thing, and you'll just have to say, "Sorry, I really can't afford that, maybe later."

Finally, if you're really insistent on splurging for your partner, SAVE. I tend to be extremely financially conservative, to the point of asceticism and raw austerity; all my money decisions are hyper-practical, and I don't spend a dime I don't have to. My financial logic for big-ticket items, as such, is that if I want something expensive, I need to be able to afford it twice over. I needed to buy a new keyboard recently. The one I wanted was very expensive. So I made sure I had its price doubled in my bank account before buying it, because then I know I didn't really "lose" any money, and I can still afford all my bills. This means you have to be more patient and careful, but if you're already on a strict financial diet at the moment, that should be second nature at this point.

Either way, make sure that whatever you do, you base these conversations about gifts and money on communication with your partner. You both are trying to make each other happy, but love languages are only one method of communication. Your words are the more important one, so make sure you use those words and try to figure out the best common ground that works for all parties involved in your relationship.

[leather-switcher]

What a swell chap

*click* *click* well, well what do we have here it's about time they put up a suitable candidate. We'll it is about time for an upgrade.

*1 month later*

Well I can't say we'll miss you or anything but it's about time we got rid of you and all your trouble, oh by the way tell your new host that Chad said once he's sorted you out to give me a call *wink*

What the hell is that fucking douche talking about and the wink please as if I'd let him ever fuck me it would be the other way round and only if he grew some double d's and lost that disgusting dick of his but I never have to see his disgusting face ever again. I wonder who it was that paid for my early release and had the whole drug business thing swept under the rug?

I took a walk down the roadand saw an old pick up I could tell by how old the paint job is that it had long outlived it's usefulness and was close to breaking down.

You Tom? An old man called out to me.

Yh what of it?

My names Bryan, I decided to bail you out and provide a roof for you so you don't end up back in that dreadful place, plus I need a strong body to help out around the business.

Whatever thanks for bailing me out but as soon as there eyes are off me I'll being heading over so don't bother trying to persuade me to stay, also do you know that fagot guard?

Fagot guard? Oh! You mean Chad, actually he used to be like you he came from the same prison and worked for me before he became a guard for the prison although he comes by to get his bike fixed every now and again but don't pay him any mind, he dosent want you.

My face just lit up in rage and embarrassment. What the fuck that bastard would be lucky to be with me, so are you a fagot then?

HAHAHAHAHA! Look at me I'm almost 80 if you think I still have that kind of energy in me then your dumber then I thought although a blanket slate means it will be easier to teach you the basics.

Hm so what is it you want me to do anyway?

Oh I just need a fresh body and that's you I need keep the garage open and it's getting harder and harder to do so the warden offered you to me at a price and here you are. I'll get to keep the garage open and get a fresh body to help me.

The fuck I ain't no slave you can buy!

You aint a slave like you said as soo. As there eyes are off you you'll be heading off and I won't stop you.

Fine I'll buy your act for now but I ain't gonna any shit that I don't wanna do.

Again that's fine as long as you do what needs to be done so just heavy lifting you can do what ever you want.

And with that months went by until a couple days before a set out to get back to my own business. I can't help but notice that old man has had his eye on me a lot more then usual, well its late I'm just gonna beat one off and hit the sack

That's it keep it flowing yes just like that yes it's finally time. He's finally ready and I'll be free of sack of bones.

*the next day*

I walk down the stairs to the kitchen and the old man isn't there with his newspaper or coffee but there is a fresh cup with a note next to it *meet me outside and I've left a good bye gift next door* huh wonder what it is.

I walk next door to see a box on the floor, I open that box to see black top, pair of jeans, a leather jacket and lastly some leather chaps. Leather chaps?!? What the fuck I ain't no fagot! A note pokes out of the chaps I humor it.

"put these on or I'll go to the police saying you thretend me that say youve been fully rehabilitated"

THE HELL! I kill that old fagot, but to get back to my business I need this fuckers approval and blessing so the police don't take me back, FUCK IT! I'll just put these on and get out of here and as soon as I'm out of his sights I'll throw these into the garbage, so I put them on and get the fuck out of here.

I walk out side and there's the old man but he's standing next to a bike and by no means is it bad it's Beutiful exactly what I need to make a grand entrance into town and to take back the business and pick up a hot hooker.

I'm glad you like it, I can tell by the face that you want this baby and I've signed everything over to you, the business, the house my fortune and my cloths which I see fit you like a glove I'm happy to see that you fit them I was scared that you weren't big enough for how much I paid.

Enough with the histerics just gimme that bike and I'll be hitting the road.

Oh your free to take it as long as you can grab the handles.

I go to move towards the bike but my steps feel weird that feel lighter somehow I cNt explain it but when I look down my boots are empty, what the fuck am I seeing my jeans are flopping in the wind WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO ME!?!

Oh just the perks of being a witch, by the way thank for drinking that coffee this morning and for biting your tongue and putting on my old cloths I've planed this for months finally a new body, I can't wait to fill that empty vessel and thanks in advance for the crown jewels and massive saber I'll be sure to use them properly with Chad in tmfact he could wait he wanted Me to push this to happen months ago but I needed to make sure nothing went wrong.

With one last breath the world went black, there was just emptiness an endless abyss and that's when I knew I was dead or at least that what it felt like.

Well he went alot easier then I thought but that makes it easier for me so I won't complain. I start stripping down everything and with that I take each item of Tom's or I guess mine since they were mine.

After putting everything on I felt incredible I felt as strong as an ox or vertile as a horse.

Well it's time to wish Bryan good bye and ay hello to Tom and with that I started taking deep breaths and pulled out Tom's body that the cloths had absorbed to merge with my current self.

Finally a fresh body and not too bad if I do say so myself, Chad will be happy to play with this new bad boy and honestly I under estimated this guys junk boy is he.. I mean am I packing.

Tom to hit the road and hit Chad's ass.

What should the new Tom do now?

[whythewords]

Day 27 - 30: Out from under

Plenty of up and down, but mostly good I think. I do think that when we look back on the past, recent or distant, we look at it through the lens of whatever we're feeling in that moment. If I was in a shitty mood right now I'd probably only be thinking about the bad parts of the last few days. There was the oft revisiting lonely feeling. Maybe I should come up with a name for it. Saying "I've been experiencing a lot of loneliness" is a not a common phrase in a casual conversation with friends. Maybe it should be. But anyway, the lonely ghost paid a brief visit. I spent some time reflecting on where I'm at and what it is to be lonely and why I feel that way...probably lead to a couple of the last few nights with me going to bed WAY too late.

And yet, here I am. Okay. Because it passes. The darkness only lasts so long. There was also some awesome shit that happened in the last few days. I finally did my stream and it was great! Decent turnout, some close friends, some from my D&D group, some old work buddies, even a few other strangers. I'm excited to do it again. Oh, and today's gratitude: my buddy Mike who uses twitch to watch content a fair bit more than a lot of us subscribed to my channel that night and gifted subs to others, just did a bunch of stuff that helps my budding little channel...I think (I don't fully understand twitch yet). But that was really nice and he really didn't have to do that and I appreciated it.

What else? I was INSANELY productive with my school work these last few days. Maybe these self-imposed "do 90% of your work on non-off days" rules are a bit stringent, but fuck if they don't warrant results. I worked non-stop for 2 days straight on lecture notes and assignments, and did a bunch of stuff today (Sunday) in the morning which didn't take all day and I actually still feel like I'm ahead. And the head-down plowing through tons of work at once meant nary a pencil raised in the last two days, I just got to enjoy it. The tickle in my through and nose runniness seem to be subsiding, might have just been a result of the weather shifting to polar conditions these days.

Just went and got take out for the folks and I (a rare occurrence in this house) and got the most amazing schnitzel from a place we love. Dropped off a bit on the workouts because I wasn't feeling 100% but I don't seem to have lost my motivation. Kept at it yesterday and have a good mind to do it tonight too when I recover from the absolute fullness after that meal.

I did manage to eke out a demo today for the songwriting challenge, though it was the completion of a half-baked idea from a few years ago, but at least it's something. And I still have a day should any more inspiration strike.

Shit could be worse, honestly. And I'll say this again: I know things will not always be good like this, but the same goes for when shit gets bad and I have to try to remember that. I still think every single fucking day about what it'll be like when I'm on my own again, further cementing the fact that I didn't know what the fuck I was doing when I tried the dating thing again. I'mma keep taking care of me and seeing it how it goes. So far I'm doing alright. Gonna try to keep at it.

[dgraymanimagins]

I warned you I'm on an Alma binge! How about....S/O trying to surprise Alma with a birthday present but it's difficult because he doesn't like to leave her alone and S/O tries to get Kanda's help to distract Alma?

GO SHAWTY, IT’S YA BIRTHDAY•••

‘Shit. Shit. Shit!’

Was all that went through {Y/N}’s head as they ran down the corridor towards their room. It was Alma’s birthday you see, and {Y/N} had been making something for him for the past three months. The only obstacle they had to get through was.. Alma. Don’t get them wrong, they loved Alma, they were together after all! Yet, he always wanted to be around {Y/N}. Not that they minded, {Y/N} loves his company anyways. It was just hard to keep the present from him when Alma always happened to be around. He never liked to be alone either, so it was either {Y/N} or Kanda Alma would spend time with. Usually it was {Y/N} since Kanda prefers being alone even if it is Alma, but that’s beside the point! {Y/N} had just ditched Alma during lunch so they could do some finishing touches to his present. You might ask how they managed to do so- well it all started out before lunch-

-:-

“Kanda-“

“What.”

“I need your help-“

“No.”

“Please-“

Kanda growled while standing in line with {Y/N}, Alma’s lover who turned out to be just as annoying as him, they’re perfect for each other, “This is really important Kanda! I don’t have time to ask because Alma’s in the restroom and will be back any second so please be a dear and listen for once!” The short-tempered asshole gave a ‘tsk’ before giving a snarky response,

“Let’s hope he’s taking a shit so you can whine about what you need.”

{Y/N} rolled their eyes and continued with the request, “As you’re aware of, it’s Alma’s birthday today-“

“It’s his birthday?”

“YES!”

“So what?”

A groan emitted from {Y/N}’s throat, “I need to finish his present! But he’s always around me so I can never hide it from him, and since it’s his birthday he’ll want to spend more time with me than he already does! I won’t be able to finish it if that’s the case!” Kanda gave a sour look of resentment, he wasn’t into all this mushy celebrating stuff, it didn’t make sense to him, “And what does this have to do with me.” {Y/N} looked around to make sure the coast was clear of Alma, then leaned forward to unravel their plan, “I need you to stall for me-“

“No.”

“PLEASE-“

“What’s in it for me?”

{Y/N} stepped back and thought for a second, yet they had to be quick about it. Alma would be coming back any sec- SHIT THERE HE IS-

There was Alma walking down the aisle of tables making way towards {Y/N} and Kanda, many of the other exorcists who Alma had befriended wished him a happy birthday,

“Thank you guys! One day closer to death ami’right?” He gave a laugh to his fellow comrades as he slowly came closer to where {Y/N} and Kanda were- they had to think fast-

“Kanda, I’ll personally go to the market and buy you a whole pack of hair ties-“ The grumpy exorcist gave a smug look, “Now we’re getting somewhere.” FUCK- Alma was getting closer! He’s only two tables away! SHIT-

“So will you do it??”

“The sturdy ones, not the cheap shit, you got it?”

“GOT IT JUST PLEASE-“

“Alright, now shove it, or he’ll know what you’re up to genius.”

{Y/N} breathed in slightly before regaining a composure that gave off a, ‘I wasn’t just planning a birthday surprise for you’ type of attitude. Alma eventually caught up with the two in line, the others in the back letting him cut since it was his birthday after all, “Hey guys! Miss me while I was gone?” Alma said happily as he threw an arm around {Y/N}’s shoulder. They tensed at his touch, not because it was unwanted, but because of anxious urge to run up to their room to finish his gift. Alma noticed this, “Hey, {Y/N}, honey are you okay?” {Y/N} snapped out of their trance to look up at Alma’s pale face, a look of worry plastered on it. Damn those cute blue eyes always got them, it made {Y/N} want to melt into a puddle when they looked into his eyes,

“{Y/N}? Babe?”

“Yea-“

“You okay?”

“Of course I am! I’m in the best condition ever! Wow! look out the window the sun’s shining, the sky is blue, the birds are chirping just for you! Cause��� it’s your birthday! HOORAY!”

“Uh, if you say so-“

Alma rubbed the back of his head, his other arm still around his lover while trying to comprehend what they just said. {Y/N} knew they were blowing it, they just needed to get to their room- and fast- As if Kanda read their thoughts, he turned his head over his shoulder and gave {Y/N} an impatient look. {Y/N} nodded and turned to Alma, laying their hand on his chest, “Sorry Alma! I forgot.. my… SOCKS! Yes my socks! I’m walking in these boots barefoot! So I’m gonna go up to my room and fetch them real quick!” {Y/N} chuckled nervously before scurrying away down the aisle of tables and out of Alma’s grip. Alma stood there confused on what just happened, before turning to Kanda with a look that said, ‘What?’ Kanda ignored it and just made rude comebacks to distract,

“Honey? Babe? You two are like horny teenagers. It’s embarrassing.”

“Like you weren’t a horny teenager?”

“I wasn’t. Now shut up.”

-:-

So now you know how they managed to escape Alma for the time being, now comes the hard part, keeping him there. {Y/N} was in their room now, working their hands away at the gift. Tying, threading, decorating it as much as they could. Yet meanwhile at the cafeteria-

-:-

“It doesn’t take a person twenty minutes to get a pair of socks. I’m going to check on them-“

“Sit.”

Kanda yanked Alma’s wrist down to keep him grounded at the table. Alma groaned, “What’s the big deal Yuu? Is there something I don’t know??”

“Don’t call me that in public.”

“Yuu-“

“Shut up and eat.”

-:-

{Y/N} was almost done finishing up, just need to do one more loop- annddd done! Three months of hard knitting paid off! Now all {Y/N} had to do was wrap it! But, they didn’t have a bag, or anything to wrap it with. Shit. They’ll have to run to the first floor to get some supplies from the science division, and that would mean having to run past the cafeteria.. where Alma and Kanda were- FUCK!

-:-

“Lunch is already over- {Y/N} hasn’t eaten! What is going on with them? Maybe I should check on them-“

Kanda once again forced Alma back in his seat, his soba already finished, “Maybe you should sit down.” Alma groaned louder than last time, “You’ve been doing this all throughout lunch! Is there something you two are hiding from me?? Is it a birthday surprise!! Oh {Y/N}! Hey-“

SHIT- he spotted them-

{Y/N} thought they could run past the cafeteria without being seen. The present was still laying in their room, just waiting to be wrapped. {Y/N} didn’t even look Alma’s way and instead quickly jogged towards the science division,

“{Y/N}? {Y/N}! It’s like they can’t even hear me! I’m gonna catch up to them-“

“Sit-“

That time Alma dodged Kanda’s grab and ran for it. Kanda growled and stood up from the table, he didn’t have time to chase after him, he’ll just walk after him instead. Looks like he can say goodbye to those hair ties.

-:-

{Y/N} made it inside the science division’s lab and asked Reever for some wrapping supplies immediately,

“Wrapping stuff? For like- gifts?”

“Yes!”

Reever looked around the area, holding his chin while thinking, “I don’t think we have that kind of stuff in here. But we might have regular construction paper..?”

“That’ll do!”

“{Y/N}!”

“..shit!”

Alma’s voice could be heard throughout the entire lab, scaring anyone who was concentrating. {Y/N} turned to look at Alma running towards them, then turned to Reever who was already holding tape and construction paper in his hands, “You’re a life saver!”

“Better hurry kid, he’s on your tail!”

Reever chuckled out as {Y/N} took the second exit out of the lab.

-:-

If Kanda didn’t swoop in to snatch Alma, {Y/N} wouldn’t have made it to their room alone. Who was already taping pieces of grid-patterned construction paper over the fluffy gift. A few minutes went by before the entire thing was covered, it wasn’t pretty, but presentation didn’t matter. All that mattered was the hard work gone into making what was inside!

“{Y/N}?”

Along with a few knocks was heard at their door. {Y/N} let out a deep breathe, knowing that eventually Alma would catch up. So, all there was left to do was to give him his birthday present. Even if {Y/N} had JUST wrapped it, “Honey? Why were you running from me? Are you and Kanda hiding-“

Before he could finish, {Y/N} opened the door and held Alma’s birthday gift in their hands. Alma first looked at their {E/C} eyes, then he looked down at the gift they held. He stood there for a moment, his face in wonder, “Is that.. for me..?” {Y/N} smiled and leaned forward to kiss Alma’s red cheek, “Happy Birthday Alma..” they whispered into his ear before handing the present to him.

Alma was quite hesitant at first, his hands gently taking it. But then, a child-like excitement filled him as he began to tear the paper from the present, all the while smiling. Making {Y/N} chuckle from his adorable wonderment. The paper fell to the floor, revealing a full, fluffy, soft and big {F/C} blanket. Alma smiled widely, feeling the soft and thick yarn between his fingers. He finally looked up at {Y/N} who couldn’t contain the smile on their face, “{Y/N}.. did you make this?” They smiled softly, “Yea, it took me three months because of all the missions and how much time you spend with me, and whenever you saw me knit you always bugged me to make you a soft blanket.. so I did!”

Alma had tears pricking at his eyes, happiness overwhelmed him as he held the blanket close, “No ones.. ever done anything..like this for me..” Alma then let a few tears fall before reaching out and hugging his sweet {Y/N}, kissing them while wrapping the blanket around them tightly, “You’re definitely going to see my birthday suit tonight {Y/N}!”

{Y/N} snorted, “That is so embarrassing to say Alma!”

“Yea, I’m standing right here.”

That’s when you and Alma decided to go to the market together to get Kanda two packs of hair ties so he doesn’t tell anyone else what was said to you that day.

[sarcasm-is-my-native-tounge]

Day two!

--Day 2--

-My grandma BOUGHT THE CURSED RUDOLPH THING RIP ME

-I got free cotton candyyyyy

-I was told i could steal some chips from the kitchen so i got one little bag and all of a sudden there's two now? When there was only 1 bag left of that flavor??

-Actually made like $20 in the first 5 minutes that's kinda neat

-Aw my mom showed up and bought a wreath that was sweet

-Thank god i know where the key is to get upstairs its like having my own private bathroom i love it

-Still takes 10 minutes to slap some meat and cheese on some bread but hey the man looks like he was born on Pangea I get it

-Old ass lady talking about a limited minute phone plan on an old ass flip phone and wow y'all remember 2004?

-Its only gonna be for like an hour but the sun is RIGHT IN MY EYE

-Yes let's leave the 3y/o twin girls right next to the $300 hand made crochet bed set thats a great idea

-Woman across from me offered me $5 to load all her shit in the car when the day is over. Neat.

-All the vendors are bringing their family in today and all the small children are cute as SHIT

-I'm over here by myself and no one is here i think its Netflix time again aw yeaa

-Trying really hard not to eat this whole bag of cotton candy at once lol

-Little girl wont stop fucking with this bell collection and its SO LOUD

-as i predicted no one is showing up today

-found some weird star wars like cardboard circle.. Things? They are tiny. My friend likes star wars imma give em to her lol

-there was also a little foil gun my brother made like probably 10 years ago

-my grandma made like 25 mini cookbooks full of old Kentucky recipes and spent $53 having them made and as soon as someone sees the oppossom soup recipie (she put in as a joke) they get grossed out and dont buy it. Oops.

- my internet is being too slow and i can't watch netflix rn 😤😭

-im tempted to lay on the floor rn my ass hurts so bad from this damn chair

-another vendor's granddaughter came in with her 3 year old girl and i don't remember what her name is but she is named after a Mayan goddess and thats pretty badass

-my grandma got like 3 more people interested in joining her organization though hell yeah

-tried sitting on my coat to make it more comfortable. It didnt work

-ugh tepid floridated city water is the only thing to drink for free

-STOP! FUCKING! WITH! THE! BELLS!

-my grandma brought a book to kill boredom but she is mostly blind and forgot her magnifying glass oh no

-legit 1 person per hour has shown up that wasn't related to a vendor

-haaa I was allowed to escape upstairs for like an hour hell yeah

-i am upstairs and I can STILL HEAR PEOPLE FUCKING WITH THOSE DAMN BELLS

-man plops down $100 for a couple $1 soaps. What a fuckin sweetheart oh my god. He goes "my late mother was a member and i always hated it until i saw how wonderful and caring all of them were to her in her final days. Im trying to make up for it now" yall imma cry

-good god this other old man looks like Patrick Stewart if Patrick Stewart aged like Tommy Lee Jones

-he has a crazy deep voice too its weird

-i bought a cute gift for a friend but im not saying what bc they follow me on here lol

-such shitty sales today im getting free cotton candy biiiiiiiitch hell yeah 2 bags

-I have to go get that stupid heavy ass sign again god dammit

-Yayyyyyyyy I can fucking go home!

-no i can't yet bc i have to haul all the shit that didnt sell back upstairs/to my grandma's house! FUCK!

-aaand another bag of free cotton candy woo!

-hey i actually got paid im amazed. $50

-finally home and so tired from hauling all that shit around again I dipped out on seeing my best friend today and i feel like a dick 😕

Adventures in running a table at a charity bazaar

Day 1

-Lady bitching abt how the younger generation is wasteful and just throws everything away... Uhhh okay lol

-As i was carrying a VERY large tote full of books this man walks by with an EMPTY hand truck and says "wow that looks heavy" and walks off. I might kill a man today.

-Two ladies running a pyramid scheme for shitty makeup. "Yeah it's $50 for like a drop of anti-age serum but if you get your friends to invest too it ends up really cheap! Do you and your friends have credit cards?" Yeah ok.

-One lady actually made some super cute christmas decorations I hope good things happen to her she is v nice

-One of the same ladies who is running the pyramid scheme keeps telling me to smile and i am going to SNAP

-Lady in the kitchen kept getting distracted (its really not her fault, people kept going in there and talking to her) and it took her 45 minutes to slap some meat and cheese on some bread for me and i am STARVING HOLY FUCK HURRY UP

-Had to lug a 50lb sandwich board 3 blocks to the main intersection by myself whilst being slapped in the face by several balloons and couldn't see

-My grandmas neighbor has COTTON CANDY HERE AND I WANT SOME

-Other pyramid scheme lady is super nice tho I feel bad she is trapped in that

-No one is fucking hereeee

-Seriously though I kinda really want some cotton candyyyyy

-Old man in the kitchen made some bomb ass homemade chili and its delicous but its not really agreeable with my stomach sooooo i might buy some before i go home

-I doubt I'm getting paid for any of this bullshit and that's fine i guess

-The. Most. Umcomfortable. Chairs. In. Existence.

-At least this provides a distraction from my job interview on Tuesday 😬

-During set up last night, there were a couple kids doing a karate class and when they were done they were super sweet and helped us move tables and such and i heard one of them go DISGUSTANG really loud in an echoey room full of old ladies and I felt my soul leave my body. Teenagers are fuckin amazing

-Man looking through some prints I'm selling. Other lady wants to look too, she asks him to pull the stack he already looked through bc he has been there for like 5 minutes. "Well You can just wait" he says. Another 5 minutes later he is finally done. This lady has had to sit down bc she can't stand too long. He goes "there ya go. Didnt kill ya now did it?" What a fucking dick

-My grandmas neighbor has a hoodie that says Winchester on it and i figured it was like the place or something but as she walked by i noticed that in fact it said Sam and Dean on the bottom and i dont know what to do with this information now

-One vendor brought her dog and his name is Russel Wilson its SO CUTE

-Theres this home made Rudolph... Thing that just keeps staring at me. It is very cursed and i hate it

-God everyone who shows up is either an old lady or a crackhead

-The one crackhead woman was really nice though. I hope she does well

-Every vendor's phone is so fuckin loud what is with boomers i stg

-One lady. Made tote bags. Out of bags of horse feed. Whyyyy

-Evidently as I walked away from my grandma and someone she was talking to, that person was like "oh my goodness she has such pretty hair" which made me feel rly nice thank you embroidery woman

-Oh god that chili smells so good

-Someone brought doughnuts fuuuuuuck

-Im gonna blow all my gas money on food guys god dammit

-I wish it wouldn't be considered rude to watch netflix rn

-Thank fuck the bitch pyramid scheme lady left

-ADORABLE SMALL CHILDREN

Oh my GOD they were so cute my HEART. One little girl saw this halloween decoration and giggled really hard and said "eyeballsss" it was SO FUCKING CUTE. "Can i have a baf boom?" (Bath bomb) Im gonna cryyyy. Those girls have their dad wrapped around their fingers oh my Lord.

-I bought the chili. Burnt the shit outta my mouth. No regrets.

-1pm rolls around and fuckin no one is showing up. I wanna watch TWD dammit

-Vendor lady's sister's purse got stolen outta her shopping cart today apparently Awh 😕

-Now everyone is swapping attempted theft stories lol

-Girl came in named Rehannon. Looked like Stevie Nicks. I am blessed.

-We close in 2 hours and im pretty sure only 15 people came in

-Yeah ive been watching Netflix. God i wanna leave.

The cursed Rudolph btw