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collectivecloseness · 1 year ago

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Oohh for the spotify thing, how about 20 with Eddie Munson??

Literally a great pick, and again another on my character playlist for this specific person. It’s Cherry Bomb by The Runaways!

Eddie Munson x reader

Eddie always drove you back after school, no matter if you were going to his place, yours, or anywhere else in Hawkins. Walking hand in hand with you through the corridors as you both chucked your bags in his van and managed to leave that shithole behind, and go somewhere for the rest of the day no one would bother Eddie, or the both of you.

Today Eddie had finished taking you out for a milkshake, conveniently the both of you taking long enough to finish that by the time you got back to Eddie’s trailer, you’d both be able to say a quick bye to Wayne before his shift, and it meant you had the entire place to yourselves. As you did most evenings... and nights when you could find an excuse, or sneak out.

Although you had to pick up some stuff from your place before you could go over to Eddie’s, so he was driving there first. Hoping that you’d both stop off at another perfect time, one where there was already food on the table, that your mom always encouraged Eddie to have some of.

He really did like your mom, mostly at first because she always liked him too. She never treated him differently, or bad, even from the start. She literally welcomed Eddie into her home with open arms, giving him a hug that first time she met him, probably because of how much you’d raved about how wonderful Eddie was before.

And Eddie was pestering you about if you knew what your mom was making tonight, and if she might have already made it by the time they get there, when it reminded you of something you forgot to tell Eddie this morning.

“Oh actually, my mom and I were talking about you last night.” You nodded from the passenger seat.

Eddie stopped asking about food, intrigued, turning to you with an expression that was inviting into a full conversation, interested as he let his eyes go back to the road. “Oh yeah? What about? Can your mom not stop complimenting me and going on about how you’ve got such a bitchin’ boyfriend?” Eddie rolled the last couple of words off his tongue, holding it at the base of his open mouth as he beamed at you, head exaggeratedly bent down to tilt up at you, chuckling at your earned laugh.

“No!” You retort smiling. “She said that earlier.”

“Ohhhh, of course!” Eddie beamed, going along with your ‘very serious’ nods. “My apologies. Why were you talking about me?”

“We were listening to a song in the car and she said it remained her of you. And to be honest I totally agree.” You explain, already sensing the eager interest arising in your boyfriend, who would be bouncing in his seat the whole journey if you kept it from him.

“Ooooh, what is it!?” Eddie says excitedly, licking his lips as his eyes flit between you and the road, tapping his fingers on his wheel, almost like a subconscious drumroll. “Holy Diver? Enter Sandman? Please tell me you finally showed her some real Ozzy.”

Instead of answering, you move your hand and eject the tape currently playing Seek & Destroy, letting it fall to his dashboard as you rummage inside your bag by your feet.

Only when you ejected Eddie’s tape, in the middle of a song, a genuine pout spread across Eddie’s poor face. “Heyyy wha- wait.” He whined pitifully, and you looked up at him, raising an eyebrow, at his genuine big brown eyes.

He literally repeated that song twice in the 11 minutes to the milkshake place. “Eddie.” Is all you say, your hand down your bag, just looking at him. And he gets over it real quick. Shuffling up in his seat, attentive as you pulled a blank tape out, and slotted it into place, interested to hear what song was about to start playing.

‘Cherry Bomb’ by The Runaways hadn’t been exactly what he was expecting.

You looked to him as it started playing, noticing he wasn’t shocked, or upset, or ecstatic, he was genuinely thinking about it. His eyes looking up at he tapped his fingers on the wheel to the beat, before looking at you.

“Really?” He says genuinely, taking it in, considering it, and wanting your thoughts on it too, as he thinks more about it, already knowing the song of course. He did like it.

“Yeah actually, I think it does fit your...” you gesture Eddie up and down with your hand, looking at him, and remembering as you listened to the song yesterday you thought all about Eddie Munson “-well, you.”

“Huh.” Eddie nods, nibbling his lip as he nods slightly to the song. “I see it actually.”

“Yeah.” You add quietly, both of you starting to properly nod to the song now. And when Eddie turns to you, cracking a smile, you know he’s about to sing, and knowing him so well, you join in at the exact same time.

“I’m the fox you’ve been waitin’ for!!”

You both burst into laughs, the excited and sudden unison so you two, singing it to each other dramatically, before beginning to rock in your seats. Smiling as you sing the popular song together.

“-Hello mom! I’m your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch- cherry bomb!”

You both exclaim the words, the energy in the van always this high.

“Hello world, I’m your wild girl!”

Eddie rolls his eyes at the ‘wild’ part, and you remember just how ‘him’ this song sometimes feels.

“Yeah. It is you, this song. You’re my wild girl.” You tell Eddie, smiling entrancingly at him, your baby girl, and Eddie very quickly plays along.

“You’re my wild girl.” He says himself leaning in all teasing and mushy to tell you, before you do the exact same thing. Both repeating the words “You’re my wild girl”, “No you’re my wild girl” to each other over and over, until you both pull back from where your lips are extended comically and gushily at each other, laughing too breathlessly from the pose for anyone to repeat the joke.

Before you both end up joining in the song again, quick to make sure you can get to the chorus.

“-ausin’ teenage blues. GET DOWN LADIES, you got nothing to lose!”

You both sing the lyrics loudly and pumped with each other, jamming out together like you often do in his van, and practically anywhere Eddie or you can have music.

“Hello daddy, hello mom!-“

You started the next line, but Eddie instead chose not to ch-ch- with you, and turn to ask you openly. “Hey! Maybe that’s how I should announce myself to your parents when I walk into their home real soon. With the cherry bomb part and everything!” He suggests, a casually serious look on his face as commitment to the bit saying it, but his deep brown eyes sparkling with playfulness.

“Oh yeah. That’ll go over radically.” You both nod in comical agreement, like you’re making fun of middle aged men in a business meeting. And you even manage to throw a thumbs up and a solid wink to Eddie, that he replies with a twisted lipped confident smile, and the okay signal with his free hand. Both throwing out “yeah’s” back and forth to each other, in agreement of this excellent plan.

Although as the next part of the song comes on, one bit is dropped for another for Eddie, as you both listen to the chorus of moans playing in the song.

And as you wonder why Eddie was turning to you yet again, and without singing, he quickly outdid you on the jesting scale.

“Your mom wasn’t reminded of me with the moaning part of the song right?” Eddie asked you, as if he was shocked at the sudden thought she’d overheard anything, but not even bothering to hide his grin.

You slap his shoulder, laughing as he lets one out himself, punching his elbow lightly, just pretending he was ‘saved’ because he was driving, even as you chuckled, shaking your head ‘disapprovingly’ at Eddie with a smile. Which was not a rarity.

Eddie gestured with his hand out as if he had a point, still smirking. “I mean it’s not like anyone’s heard us when you always make us both be so quiet when we’re up there-“ another whack, this time to his knee, cutting him off short.

And you snort laugh first, rolling your eyes at him as Eddie smirks at his suggestive quip. Although beaming with full teeth at you, proud to hear that noise meaning he made you laugh so. And God if you can’t just beam yourself, seeing that stupid smile on his face.

There’s a singular moan before the start of the next verse, and this time Eddie wasn’t quiet listening for it. Instead he leant in close to you, and moaned in time with the song, breathy and sensual and overdramatic in your face.

This time your hand is in his face, pushing him back as Eddie laughs into your palm and spread fingers, his soft skin, pliable lips, and warm breath teasing you, although being teased himself as you pulled away.

Chuckling, you brought your knees up in your seat, feeling your heart race as it so often did, even though you’d been dating Eddie for a while now, he still found ways to make you fall in love over and over. Actually, you don’t think that ever stopped happening.

And at seeing your curled up, excited and chuckling expression, and after he knew his flirting made you feel good, as always, Eddie winks at you, open mouthed smirking, his tongue on his bottom lip.

God your boyfriend was so hot. You admired his body, and hair, and clothes, and his shining personality next to you right now, feeling your blood rush through your body as you let yourself flutter with how extraordinary you knew Eddie was. You were so lucky.

“I’ll give ya something to live for” Eddie sings beautifully to you, before taking your chin with his thumb and forefinger, looking at you for the moment as he sings, shaking your chin lightly. “Have ya and grab ya, till you’re sore!” He squeezes your chin, with his teasing, scrunched smirk.

You giggle in his hold, your whole face lighting up as you love the atmosphere you always have with Eddie. Smirking right back at his perfect face. Not batting him away this time.

Until Eddie lets go himself, leaning over your lap with his arm stretched in his leather jacket, quickly opening the glove compartment by you, to show you his assortment of lollipops he keeps in there just for you. Ever since you two started dating.

You gasp excitedly, mouth open with a beam and thrilled eyes at Eddie! Leaning in to grab a cherry one for him and you, quickly taking off the easy slip wrapping, and popping yours into your mouth, relishing over the cherry flavour gushing over your tastebuds and cheeks.

At the same time leaning Eddie’s cherry lolly over to him, and giggling as he waggles his tongue out, and eventually wraps it around the cherry lollipop, his tongue flicking wetly against the tip of your thumb in amusement.

Taking the sweet red treat into his mouth, lolling it into the corner of his cheek, as he smirks at you. His mouth finally silent, except for breathy laughs that are so Eddie, but his eyes saying it all, glowing and sparkling just so unbelievably in love with you.

Eddie unable to stop stealing glances of you in his passenger seat, as you both speed off down the Hawkins road. Head banging together, especially with Eddie’s shaggy mullet, to the guitar, drums, and last yells of “Cherry bomb! Cherry bomb! Cherry bomb! Cherry bomb! Cherry bomb! Cherry bomb!”

#guys I swear I’m not making these up the numbers all match thank god I’ve been obsessed with my character playlists this year lmao #great choices!#also I know enter sandman was 91 but it’s maybe my fav Metallica song forgive me for inc it lol #as a note this plot was either gonna be this or Eddie in a v 80s cherry bomb crop top #ONE DAY I will write Steve and Eddie properly into a crop top it is an important mission in my life #but another plot I had for a rq has someone in an outfit to do with the song #these r definitely turning into more like fics not blurbs sorry hope that’s okay lmao #Eddie Munson/reader #Eddie Munson fluff #Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson fic #Eddie Munson blurb #stranger things #my fics #ask #anon #2k

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mins-fins · 1 year ago

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LOVER (K.GV)

SUMMARY . . . where they're supposed to be packing but one of them has other plans.

PAIRING . . . kim gyuvin x male!reader

GENRE . . . very fluffy

WARNINGS . . . none!

WORD COUNT . . . 1.2k

NOTES . . . gyuvin is seriously bias wrecking me these days fr.. this is dedicated to zai (@scrrra), he didn't really ask for this but i just wanna make his day!! also were all starving for gyuvin content so take this

"your literally so messy".

"your acting like your any better, dumbass".

gyuvin gasps loudly, as if offended by the words. y/n just chuckles at his display, turning around to stare at his tall boyfriend, who pouts. "i'm just saying, your going to college you don't need all this stuff!"

"yeah, i'm going to college" y/n states like a matter of a fact. "i need everything".

"everything?"

"everything".

gyuvin blinks, narrowing his eyes and giving his partner a judging stare. y/n lightly punches his shoulder, and gyuvin sighs. "okay! okay! you can pack everything".

y/n was originally gonna pack on his own, he didn't really even want help, but gyuvin insisted on helping, and wouldn't take no for an answer. since y/n had procrastinated for super long and now college starts in two weeks and he hasn't even packed half his stuff yet.

he has maybe one box packed, and he was only reminded of it today when hanbin screamed in his ears with a megaphone telling him that he starts college in two weeks.

so now, here y/n is, trying his best to decide what to pack as gyuvin just looks at his stuff, seeing what he could find. "you have so many books! where do you even keep these?"

"in my shelves, obviously".

"your room is the size of a cubicle, what shelves?"

y/n scoffs, still looking away from gyuvin as he sorts his clothes in one box and then his pillows, blankets, and bedsheets in another. his attention quickly moves away from gyuvin, whose actually not helping him pack.

gyuvin had been in y/n's room maybe twice in the whole time they've been dating. to be fair, they're always out, doing couple things like buying ice cream at three am, or shopping for sweaters just so y/n could steal them from him, or running across the beach at night.

they're usually never inside, just always out and about.

gyuvin scrunches his nose, staring specifically hard at a random drawer besides y/n's bed. he blinks, looking over at his partner, whose busy trying to figure out how much stuff he can fit in one box, completely turned away from gyuvin.

he opens the drawer, trying to see what's inside. pens, pencils, notebooks, binders, some more books, and a few post it notes. just boring stuff, gyuvin thinks in his head.

he sighs, packing those things in the box beside him, he notices that there are still other things in that drawer, letters, and he tilts his head, trying to get a better look at them.

wait.. are those the letters i wrote for him?

earlier in the year, gyuvin had written letters for y/n, it was a thing he did when they were in the much earlier stages of their relationship, he really did pout his heart and soul into those letters, but he assumed y/n had forgotten about them.

but he kept them, like the corny loser he is.

gyuvin smiles as he thinks about it, laughing to himself. y/n was pretty much oblivious to what gyuvin had stumbled upon, busy trying to figure out how he's gonna put all his extension cords together without tangling them.

gyuvin's mind drifts off to the situation, college, and it puts a sour taste in his mouth. y/n is on the other side of this small room packing, and he's oblivious to what gyuvin is thinking.

yeah they're going to the same college, but y/n is going to get busier, and they can't just be a silly teenage couple anymore, they can't just go out buying ice cream at three in the morning, or gyuvin giving y/n piggyback rides randomly.

he moves the letters over, and sees other things, keychains, small fans, a tape measure(?), shoe laces, a polaroid camera, and a photo album. gyuvin tilts his head, reaching into the drawer to grab the photo album.

he struggles to take it out without making a lot of noise, he's not trying to alert y/n and distract him. he places it on the floor, getting the letters out of the drawer and placing them on the table beside the bed.

he then moves back to the photo album, he's not snooping, no! he's just curious, that's all! that's why he's flipping through the photo album right now. as gyuvin does that, he can't control his smile, because it's a bunch of photos which show y/n growing up.

gyuvin assumes that these photos were taken by his parents, y/n's father was a photographer after all. gyuvin couldn't contain his giggles, because y/n's childhood photos are so funny and cute that he can't help it.

y/n, who was busy packing, turns around as he hears gyuvin giggling, and all he can see is his boyfriend struggling to contain his laugh, looking like he was about to fall back onto the floor with how hard he was laughing. "what's so funny?"

gyuvin tries his best to catch his breath, clearing his throat as he stares at y/n, who blinks. gyuvin, still laughing, turns the album over and displays the photo of seven year old y/n wearing his roller skating attire.

y/n narrows his eyes, and then they widen. gyuvin is horrible at keeping his giggles in, and he leans back as he laughs, completely enamored by the cute childhood photo of his boyfriend.

"you weren't even helping me pack" y/n goes over to him, looking at the photo album. "you were just going through my stuff".

"hey!" gyuvin yells, literally on the floor. "i wasn't going through your stuff, i did pack some stuff, i just for distracted easily!" he laughs, propping himself up on his elbows.

y/n reaches forward to try and grab the photo album, but gyuvin quickly moves his arm before he can grab it. he pauses, and gyuvin smiles in a mischievous manner, giggling. "give it back".

"no?"

"what do you mean no—"

y/n reaches so forward again, and falls forward, on top of gyuvin. "you are such an.. ass".

"no, you love me" gyuvin says, picking up his head to stare at y/n, smiling. "your so cute, you know that? the roller skates might've been a little big on you but—"

"shut up!" y/n exclaims, flicking gyuvin in his forehead, which makes him yelp. finally, he grabs the photo album out of gyuvin's hand, taking it for himself. "your annoying, i swear".

"i called you cute, your not even gonna say thank you?"

"i'll thank you when you actually help me pack".

"i did! i packed.. that!"

y/n deadpans at him, and gyuvin giggles, making him scoff. "babe! i love you! you know that right?" he calls out as y/n walks over to the other side of the room, placing the photo album on a table.

"you can say that after you pack".

gyuvin stares at y/n, snickering as his partner also flips through the photo album. "you kept those letters i sent you?"

y/n gasps, turning gyuvin's way and seeing the shit-eating grin on his face. "gyuvin!"

"hey! i'm just asking!"

#kim gyuvin #zerobaseone #zb1 #zerobaseone kim gyuvin #zb1 kim gyuvin #zerobaseone gyuvin #zb1 gyuvin #zb1 imagines #zb1 drabbles #zb1 scenarios #𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!

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simslegacy5083 · 6 months ago

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NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 9 Ep 102: Happy to Report

After Love Day Noemi entered her third and final trimester and couple returned to Dr. Valasquez’s office for their last therapy session.

Seeing the comfortable maternity ensemble Noemi was wearing and the pair’s attitude of relaxed intimacy filled their therapist with joy and a sense of accomplishment. It looked like some of her advice might have born fruit. She smiled, starting the session with a leading observation.

“The two of you look very happy today.”

Luigi, unable to contain his excitement, kicked things off, exclaiming “we’re getting married!”.

As Noemi shyly held up her hand to show off the ring, he outlined for their therapist the lovely Love Day date his family had orchestrated for them and how after getting engaged he’d finally come to terms with the pregnancy and the new life it represented.

Dr. Velasquez offered congratulations. “I’m so happy for you both. That attitude seems very healthy and will set you up nicely for the birth.”

She next turned to Noemi, who was trying to readjust herself into a more comfortable position on the small sofa.

“You look wonderful. Has the new wardrobe helped you feel better about your pregnant body?”

Noemi sighed. “After a lifetime spent eating healthy and exercising to keep in shape, seeing myself so thick and round in the mirror is still not fun. Lu helps a lot though. He’s always telling me I’m beautiful and desirable, and very good about proving his words through action!”

“Another thing that helped a lot,” She continued, “was hearing that the baby was doing great at my last prenatal appointment. I might not love my new curves, but the most important thing is that my body is doing what it needs to do to nurture my little boy.”

“I could certainly do without the back pain I’ve been having, even if Lu’s a real sport about applying the kinesiology tape the midwife group told us to try.” He jumped in with a grin: “It’s fun. Artsy sort of. I bought extra because that stuff has some even more fun uses in the bedroom.”

Noemi chuckled. “And it’s handy in the robot lab too. Pretty much the only thing I can’t use it for is its original purpose, until I can return to the gym.”

Dr. Velasquez said that was all good to hear, though she cautioned Noemi to work her way back into an exercise routine slowly.

“It will take time for your body to heal and bounce back after birth. For now, you could always get out for a nice walk, if it feels good. With summer right around the corner the weather should be perfect for relaxing strolls around the city.”

She turned back to Luigi “It sounds like you’ve been making good progress on helping and learning to put your loved ones first, do you agree?”

“As much as I can,” he admitted, “although I’m still focused on my finals and the big game. It does feel surprisingly great to take care of Noemi.” He reached over and squeezed her hand, wondering if the secret to Papa Jack’s dedication was his focus on enjoying the happiness of others.

Luigi’s comment about finals led to a discussion of graduation and preparations for the little person that would be joining them shortly thereafter.

The couple told the doctor that they’d picked a name for their son and begun planning for his nursey but hadn’t set anything up yet.

They planned to be settled in Sulani before he was born, and getting ready for finals was taking up most of their spare time these days. After graduation they’d have time to get their ducks in a row, as neither of them intended to start work until after the baby was born.

“Wait, you haven’t nailed down any of the logistics of your actual move yet?” Dr. Velasquez asked.

The sheepish look they both gave answered the question. “We wanted to, but we’ve been too busy to figure out the details.”

“I suggest you start lining up support for your move now.” the therapist said “Noemi will be in the home stretch at that point and not in a position to help as much as she might like. You’ll want to be ready for when the baby arrives, and you have a whole new set of circumstances to adjust to.”

“Your future selves will thank you for every bit of planning you do now.”

With a glance at the clock the doctor continued “It looks like our final session is wrapping up, but please remember that I’m always available if you need to talk through anything in your new life as parents, professionals, and beachside homeowners.”

Luigi helped Noemi to her feet and they both thanked Dr. Velasquez for everything. This unexpected pregnancy had presented them with its fair share of challenges but working through their feelings and concerns with the help of a professional had made a huge difference.

They left her office that day nervous but excited for the future.

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bugeyedfreaks · 1 year ago

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Hi! Uhm...I wonder....About the lovely interests of Mojo Jojo and HIM. I mean...I know Mojo was in love with Mono Joko and it seems HIM loves Professor Utonium...but is that true? And they personally take this point clear to us, please?

I’ll answer your question about Him in particular but I’ll also use your ask as an opportunity for me to do a bit of a deep dive into Mojo and Him’s love lives, because……. why not? 😆

So we’ve definitely seen Mojo in love before/knows how he acts when he loves someone. He’s a romantic goofball and absolutely dotes on whoever he likes (which is freakin’ ADORABLE). And he absolutely only had eyes for Moko. You could make some sort of argument that it was for the bit and it was to parallel how the Beatles broke up IRL, but there’s also a whole comic written before that episode where we see Mojo sending in tapes to a dating agency ~for the ladies~. He then gets so desperate because the ladies are afraid of him that he ends up Frankensteining his own bride. So… take all that as you will when it comes to Mojo’s romantic preferences. 😆

Meanwhile, yes, Him definitely has shown, um, interest towards the Professor, which I think is hilarious and great. I think the biggest example of that is the big ol’ wet lick he drags across poor Professor’s cheek in Tough Love. However, did he do it just to antagonize the girls? Is it because he really does think the Prof is a hottie (like any sane person should)? We just don’t know. I feel like with Him being Him, you can see him going aaaaany which way romantically, but how he acts towards the Professor is, like, the only indication in the series of where his romantic interests may lie.

I know I mentioned my dislike of Mojo/Him earlier today, and I feel like I can’t not touch on it while on this subject, so I guess I’ll tack this on because I don’t think I ever explained why I don’t like it. As far as the whole ship between these two… I mean, I get why people ship them. Because, you know, ~they hugged~ that one time. 🙄 They’re both also evil, and people want those evil couple goals. So I get it. But to me, it feels uninspired and just… too obvious, I guess? No real thought behind it aside from surface level stuff like with PPG/RRB. CMC likes to claim Mojo has high respect for Him, and… yeah, Mojo called him “sir” for, uh, ONE EPISODE. Otherwise they’re rivals, often seen sniping at one another, calling each other stupid, maybe occasionally band together to try to defeat the PPGs, and in my perspective? I wouldn’t respect or even love anyone who was lazy enough to just outright steal my evil creations and recolor them (i.e. with the RRB).

That said, I feel like I have to always have a disclaimer whenever I talk about stuff like this, because there’s almost always one person who flips out and screams at me about how, “I can ship what I want!” Yes. I know. You absolutely can. Personally, per my reasoning above, I just don’t vibe with it. But, as evidenced by many things, fandom is an unstoppable force, and I’m not out to stop anything anyway. I just do not dig the thing.

…so, yeah, sorry I went off on a bit of a tangent, but I hope this answered your question! 🤣

#mojo jojo #him #powerpuff girls #ppg #file in my uhhhhhh notp list lol #this ask went off the rails I AM SORRY

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reigningqueenofwords · 7 months ago

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Be Nice

Pairing: Bruce x Reader Word count: 2,179

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Part 6 of Without Me

You had never seen Bruce sweat under someone’s gaze before, but your sister was doing a great job of being the first. And it was bad not to lose it.

“I, uh. I’m not good enough for her.” Bruce finally said. “I admit that.”

She raised her eyebrows further. “Something we agree on. Good. Tell me why.” She gently pinched your arm when you snorted. “Shush.”

“Be nice!” You whispered. “Please?”

She gave you a look and looked back at Bruce. “Well?” She said impatiently. “I’m waiting, Mr. Rich Boy.” It was clear she was teasing him- hardcore.

He huffed. “That’s exactly why I’m not good enough!” He answered with a shrug. “I’m just some rich kid.”

She narrowed his eyes. “Buying her off then?”

Now it was starting to bother you. “Nichole!” You snapped.

“I’m just checking!” She defended.

“It’s okay, babe.” Bruce nodded. “I know how I look to the world.” He grimaced. “I’m used to it.”

You rolled your eyes. “If he was buying me off, he wouldn’t be bringing me to my favorite, cheap, food joint all the time.” You huffed. “We even regularly have date nights at a diner!” You moved to lace your fingers with his.

“I believe you.” Nicole shrugged at you. “Just making sure .” She smiled. “So, nice to meet you, Brucie.”

He let out a breath. “You’re not going to hunt me down when we leave here right?” He asked, leaning towards you.

She shrugged and went to hug your parents. “Hi.” She grinned, expression completely changing. “I missed you two. Where’s the twirp?”

“I’m here! I wanted to show Bruce my Superman picture!” He burst in, frame in hands. “My favorite picture ever!”

Bruce smiled. “Lemme see that awesomeness.” He sat on the couch, letting your brother get up next to him.

You smiled warmly at the sight, enjoying how excited they both looked. “Where should I put our stuff?” You asked.

“Your old room is fine.” Your mom nodded. “For both of you.” She added at your questioning glance.

“...Really?” You asked in surprise.

Your father laughed. “You're adults, and you live together. Really .”

You hummed. “Interesting.” You said to yourself.

Bruce blushed slightly. “Thank you for trusting me.” He said shyly.

“Don’t let us regret that.” Your mom teased. You blushed and sighed.

“You’re all here to stress me.” You poked your sister. “I just got the stress of school to go away.”

“How is that going, by the way?” Your father asked.

“Good. I passed all my classes.” You shrugged. “That’s what matters. And I’m liking them.” You smiled. “Just a couple more years.”

He nodded. “What’re you studying, Bruce?”

Bruce took taken aback a moment that he'd been asked. “Business.” He told him.

“That’s always a good one.” Your mom provided. “Anything specific you'd like to do?”

“Uh.” Bruce thought. “No, actually. I don’t have a solid plan.” He shrugged. “I won't need to take over for my dad for a long time.”

“What does your father do again?” Your mom asked.

Nichole sighed. “Wayne Enterprises or whatever!” She reminded her. “He could buy our town and it would be pocket change.”

“I don’t have access to the majority of the funds. I get an allowance.” He was a tiny defensive of that. “Just because my family has money doesn't mean I can spend it.”

“That sounds mature.” Your father complimented. “Though you are expected to take over the business some day?”

Bruce nodded. “Once my father retires, but he jokes he won't retire until he's 80. Or my mother makes him.” He chuckled.

You chuckled as well. “They’re really sweet. Not money snobs like some people believe.” You looked at your sister. “We actually went out to eat at the Hole in the Wall I love when I first met them.”

Everyone looked surprised at that except your brother who was just staring at his new gift. “Can someone open the package?!” He finally half whined. “So much tape.”

You snickered and Bruce happily got his Swiss knife out to help. “Sorry, buddy. Didn't think of that.”

“S’okay!” Your brother happily glued to his side. “Wanna play with me?”

“I’d be happy to. Can I take our bags to your sister’s room first?” Bruce asked. “Then we can play, deal?”

“Deal!” He said happily.

Nichole glanced at your brothers new toy and raised her eyebrows. “It was a mutual buy.” You pointed a finger at her. “It wasn’t like he rushed out to get just anything.”

“Clearly it was something he’d like.” Your mother nodded. “It was thoughtful.”

“Nicole is just paranoid.” You huffed. “And annoying at times.” You added easily. “She’ll get better as the week wears on.” You hoped, at least.

“We’ll see.” Nicole gently nudged you. “Is that a ring I see?!” She gasped when she finally saw your hand.

You immediately blushed. “It’s a promise ring!” Your automatic response was. “He surprised me with it yesterday. When he just ran out for a camera.” You chuckled.

“That’s so sweet.” Your mother held out her hand for a better look. “It’s gorgeous. You have wonderful taste, Bruce.”

“Thank you. I knew it was the one.” Bruce smiled. “Way different than all the others.” He glanced at you. “The lady who helped was really nice. I had actually been looking for something to bring you guys…” He admitted bashfully.

“Oh, how kind.” Your mother beamed at him. “You’re such a gentleman.” She gushed. “I’m glad you got the ring instead.”

“What exactly does a promise ring entail?” Your father asked curiously. “I’ve never heard of it.”

Bruce blushed. “It means I promise she’s it.” He explained. “Kind of a pre-engagement ring…”

“That is nice.” He hummed. “Saying she’s ‘it’ but knowing it is too soon for marriage.” He nodded. “And touching.”

You smiled lovingly at Bruce who rubbed the back of his neck. “Thank you, sir.” He smiled, then looked over at you.

You blushed happily, making your parents look at each other.

Lying on Bruce’s chest that night, you were lazily drawing lines on his skin. “Feel better?” You asked. “About this trip?” Your voice was quiet.

“Much. Your sister is still scary though.” He chuckled softly. “I think she’ll always hate me.” He sighed.

“I don’t know why she was being like that.” You matched his sigh. “She’s never been that bad.”

He shrugged. “I’m not mad at her or anything for it.” He told you. “It’s what I’d expect from an older sibling.”

“I guess it bothers me more since I know she could’ve nicer.” You shrugged. “And you mean a lot to me, and she was still like that.”

Bruce gently rubbed your back. “Thanks for defending me.” He said happily.

“Of course. I love you.” You kissed his chest. “So much. She can deal with it.”

“Hell yeah.” He squeezed the arm that was around you. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Better not.” You giggled. “I’m glad to be ‘stuck’ with you.”

“I’m super happy to hear that, babe.” He smiled against your hair. “I hope you sleep well.”

“You, too.” You said happily, shutting your eyes. It never took long for you to fall asleep when you were with him. He was your home.

Nicole was the only one up when Bruce went down to see if he could get coffee. “Morning, Brucie.”

He winced. “Good morning.” He shuffled. “Uh, is coffee?”

She pointed to the fresh pot. “Mugs are in the cabinet above. Use the red ones. Those are Y/N’s.” She told him.

“Cool.” He quickly did so. He made you a mug, as well, wanting it ready for you.

After a moment, she spoke up. “You really want to marry my sister? Why?”

“Because I love her with all my heart.” He answered easily. “I'd give up my money for her.”

“All of it?” She asked. There was a tad bit of disbelief in her voice.

“Yep! She’s shown me there’s more to life than money.” He shrugged. “She means more to me than my parent's entire fortune.”

She hummed but was clearly surprised. You walked in, yawning, moments later. “Morning.” You sat tiredly. Bruce held up your coffee, and you melted. “Thanks, Mr. Bond.”

Bruce chuckled and kissed your head. “Anything for my Bond girl.” He smiled. “What's the plan for today?”

“Mm, coffee first.” You groaned. “Then talk.” You sipped the hot liquid.

He shook his head and rubbed your back. “Hungry?” He asked, willing to cook.

You nodded. “I’ll help you, though.” You picked his cheek.

“Yuck.” Your sister shook her head.

“Jealous?” You asked.

She made a face. “No.”

“That’s okay. I know jealousy when I see it.” Bruce chuckled. “Alright, what sounds good?”

“French toast?” You asked. “That's simple, and so good.”

“And my specialty.” He nodded. “If we can, want my fruit syrup, too?”

“Please.” You groaned. You looked at your sister. “Homemade fruit syrup.”

Nicole bit her lip. “That does sound good.” She admitted. “...Can I have some? We have strawberries.”

Bruce just chuckled. “Of course.” He went to get started. “I just need sugar and butter for them.”

She went to help him find ingredients with a soft look. He was winning her over.

Bruce grinned and got things ready to start as she placed things on the counter. “This is honestly one of the best things Alfred has ever taught me.” He mused.

“Remind me to thank him.” You giggled. “I can't wait to meet him. He sounds great.”

“Who’s that?” Nicole asked.

“He's our butler, but he's more like an uncle to me. Only person besides your sister to be brave enough to call me a brat.” He chuckled.

“I believe that.” Nicole laughed. “They're right.”

“Mm, I’m starting to believe that.” He laughed. “Alright, let's melt this butter.”

You snorted. “Never thought I’d hear you say that.” You nudged him.

“Hey, I’m a great breakfast cook. I just haven’t shown you.” He teased. “You always beat me to it.”

“You make breakfast?” Nicole looked at you.

You nodded. “Yeah. Before we moved in together, sometimes we would have leftovers, but I always do now.”

“Interesting.” She hummed.

“How so?” Bruce asked.

“She never cooked here at home. I guess mom always did, dad sometimes. News to me that she can cook.” She explained. “That's all.”

“Stop making me sound bad.” You tossed a napkin at her back. “Jerk.”

“Just curious.” She shrugged. As the two of you moved around, she watched Bruce, sipping her coffee. Something about him had grinder her gears, but as he began cooking, it seemed to fade. Soon, the kitchen smelled amazing.

You woke up more once you had your first cup of coffee, so you helped serve plates. As you were, the rest of your family shuffled in.

“Well, isn’t this a nice surprise.” Your mother smiled. “It smells wonderful in here.”

“Y/N found herself a man who could cook.” Nicole smiled at Bruce. You set a plate down in front of her and giggled at her face.

“Well. He’s a winner in my book.” Your father joked. “Let's eat.”

Bruce tried to hide his smug smile as he sat beside you. He was surprised when your mother spoke up after that, however. “Oh, Bruce, your parents contacted me right before you got here. There coming for dinner in a few days.” She smiled. “Your mother sounds like someone I would go out for a girl’s day for!”

“...My...parents? Are coming? Here ?” He raised his eyebrows. He blinked.

You also looked surprised. “Here?” You felt a bit silly for even asking that.

“Here!” Your mother beamed. “I thought we might as well have us all meet.” She explained. “Your father is going to grill up some steaks.”

Bruce shrugged slowly. “Okay…” He said slowly. “I don’t think my parents have ever met a girl’s parents that I was seeing.” He admitted.

You blushed at that, feeling your chest flutter. “I look forward to seeing them.” You admitted. “They’re very easy to talk to.”

“I’m sure we’ll get along, then.” Your father nodded.

You were showing Bruce around your hometown that morning when he asked about his parents joining everyone. “Does that mean we’re even more serious? I mean, the parents meeting?”

“I would say, yes. It doesn’t happen that often...right?” You glanced at him.

He shook his head. “Definitely not for me. Have you gone through it?” He asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“No. I’ve met parents and they’ve met mine but this is new.” You shrugged. “It’s never gotten to parents meeting parents.” You told him.

He hummed and nodded, taking your hand and kissing where your ring laid. “I feel honored, then.”

You blushed. “I am, too.” You leaned your head on his shoulder for a moment. “But I’m glad it doesn’t scare you.” You smiled up at him.

“Nah, not at all.” He assured. “Does it scare you?” He glanced over at you.

“A little. But I’ve always been scared at how much I love you.” You said softly.

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lostusagis · 2 months ago

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@jiraipink asked:

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧!!! 🎃

Bzzzzzzt!

"Coming~!" The buzzer sounds off from her apartment and she rushes to the door excited at the thought that it's Kamui who has arrived. Unfortunately, she was in for a trick rather than a treat. When she opens the door, her beaming grin very quickly takes a complete 180. "EEYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!" There's a fake spider hanging from her door; the string attached the toy taped at the top of the door frame. Face in horror, she hears a couple of guys laughing their asses off from a distance peeking out from their apartment room with sounds of a party going on in there. Her racing heart slowly calming down now that she knows it's fake after giving it an experimental poke. Namida's blood boils and she yanks the toy off (SQUEAK) and she throws it at one of the guys' stupid face who was holding a cup of alcohol that he ended up spilling on his shoes. She may not be strong, but she has good aim! "ENJOY YOUR WET SOCKS, BITCH!" And a foul mouth! She then closes the door and huffs in annoyance as she tidies up the decorations she put up. She should've looked through the peep hole first. When she hears the buzzer again, THIS TIME she remembers to check and- GASP! She immediately opens the door and embraces her most beloved visitor. "Kamuiiiiiiii~!" She hugs him tightly for a while, before finally letting go and her grin is shining like it always does when Kamui shows up. This time, with pointy fangs! "Happy Halloween, Mui~!" Her mood is very clearly back to being up again. "Eheheh~! How do you like my costume?"

Namida had done a photoshoot advertising an event a while back and she was allowed to keep the outfit as her Halloween costume. Naruko, AKA Nyaruko, was aware of Namida's modeling thing she does for Dark Girly Kei fashion, so she thought it was a good idea to have Namida model for a costume and well she likes Namida! Nyaruko was in charge of a Halloween-themed haunted attraction event based off of the popular horror game franchise "Silent Hill." It's taking place at an anime cosplaying convention. OF COURSE Nyaruko would be into that nerdy stuff. It's really no shocker, considering the way she talks and her favorite cat ears accessory she never seems to take off. She and her friends created their own vision of a story for their haunted house and they absolutely HAVE to add those creepy nurses you'd see in Silent Hill. They're a recurring type of monster and staple to the beloved series, well-known and important, and Nyaruko thought it'd be a cool idea to dress up and scare/invite people to the fright event and invited Namida to be one of the nurse monsters alongside her. The nurses are visually similar across the series and share many common traits, so Nyaruko and her friends came up with their own version. A bloody vampire nurse!

"I was invited by Naruko, you know the cat girl who's also a rental girlfriend, to be one of the nurse monsters in her haunted house thing and I did a photoshoot advertising the event so that's why I have this costume since she let me keep it." She leads Kamui inside and shuts the door behind them. There's Halloween decorations everywhere. The lights were off and the only ones that were keeping her apartment lit in pretty orange and purple colors where the string lights hanged up all around. There's also a My Melody boombox playing Halloween music. "Eheheh. Do you remember when she was the one that caused us to be trapped in a closet together?" Nyaruko was sort of PART of the reason these two got closer. She's also the one that always felt like they liked each other or were perfect for each other. Even now, she continues to show support in her own mischievous/teasing ways. As well as the only coworker she knows that genuinely cares about Namida. She felt bad about turning her down. Usually, she wouldn't feel bad for turning down an invitation to something someone wanted her to attend to, but Nyaruko has slowly made her way into Namida's soft spot. Perhaps maybe... Even thinking about being friends? She fidgeted with her white lacey gloves covered in fake spots of blood. "I ended up telling her I can't go, because well..." A pink shade of blush warms up her cheeks when shyly smiling up at Kamui. "I want to spend my time on Halloween with you and Kagura." Especially Kamui; if the batting of her dreamy googoo eyes at him wasn't obvious enough. Kamui and Kagura are so funny when together though, so she was also looking forward to watching them in amusement, but also looking out for them should she intervene in their spats. She can't help it when her older sister instincts kick in.

There was a delayed reaction to how long she had been staring at Kamui all lovey-dovey, but when she did snap out of it and realized what was happening, Namida quickly turns around to walk towards the kitchen clearing her throat. "U-Um! So I made you and Kagura something!" There were two handmade Halloween gift baskets: one for Kamui and one for Kagura. It included a bunch of chocolates and candy she bought, but there was also a homemade chocolate shaped like a chibi Kamui and chibi Kagura she did herself. "Here ya go~! Some yummy treats for you!... Or maybe it's a trick? Maaaaaybe I added mayonnaise filling inside one of them~" She says with a sly wink, before giggling at her own teasing. "Just kidding!... Or am I?" What is Halloween without a little scare when eating your candy someone gives you? Well, there's nothing to worry about. It IS true she added filling in the homemade chocolates, but it's not mayonnaise. She's not EVIL! For example, Namida had filled Kamui's special chibi chocolate with strawberry filling. "Oh by the way! Did you see Kagura's video on Twitter? The one with the summoning of Beetlejuice, Candyman and Bloody Mary? Even though nothing happened, I still think Bloody Mary would've won that fight.... Oh! Also look at this!"

Namida excitedly hurries into the living room with a big smile on her face. She REALLY wanted him to see what she's done. "Ta-daaaaa~!" She Will Smith poses at the coffee table all proudly. Three pumpkin carvings, each with a candle lit inside of them, of Kamui Namida and Kagura. She still gets a little embarrassed about her artwork, since she knows they tend to look childish, but at least they're cute right?!... Please say they're cute. Her lacey gloved finger scratches at her cheek as she shyly smiles. "I-I did my best and I-I think they look cute! Well, we can always do pumpkin carving together too! I have so much activities we can do here so this party for three doesn't bore you and Kagura. I have to be a good host for my precious guests! I totally forgot that Apple Bobbing was a thing and honestly I'm really curious to see which hungry Yato has the quickest and strongest bite to win~!" There's many things the three of them could do to make this night last and be fun. Like she had set up Apple Bobbing, pumpkin carving/painting, horror movies they could pick and watch, playing Lights On Lights Off, etc. There's a ton of ideas running through her mind to make the Yato siblings happy. She was fixing up Kamui's pumpkin a little with the carving knife until she heard the buzzer... and it caused Namida to accidentally prick her finger. A small drop of blood landing on the Kamui pumpkin; as if it were the final touch of her masterpiece to create an accurate representation. "Ow!" She removes the glove and shakes her head chuckling. "Eheheh. Funny how I have fake blood all over my outfit and now I'm actually bleeding. Geez. Uh! Could you get the door for me, Mui? It must be Kagura! I'll go and wash this off."

The only reason Kamui even dressed up was because of constant pestering from his little sister. So, he just went with a serial killer costume. One, because he could wear blood on his clothes and not be questioned if he had committed actual murder, two, he could carry around a knife. The knife was real. Kamui had also decided to not have his hair braided for tonight either. Although, more importantly, he was dying to see what kind of costume Namida was going to wear.

He'd press the buzzer to her apartment, waiting for her to open up. When Namida does, he was immediately embraced. Kamui wasn't complaining at all, hugging her back tightly. He lets out a happy sigh, feeling all the stress leave his body from her affection alone. ''Glad to see you. ♡'' When she pulled away from the hug, he'd see her costume and it was pretty hard to pry his eyes away. Hues of blue looking her over, seeing her look amazing in her costume. Blood looked really nice on her.

''You look really beautiful, but that's not much of a surprise. I think your costume is the best out of every one I've seen on the way here.'' He smiled, acting like he wasn't completely biased solely because he liked everything about her. ''Hold on... are those fangs real?'' Kamui leaned in close, looking at her fangs curiously. He's seen various amanto with ACTUAL fangs, so... he wasn't sure if by some weird possibility, humans could grow them too. Kamui didn't know them all that well after all, Namida was the only one who actually seemed interesting outside of fighting. ''Hahaha, well you look nice with them!'' He laughs, then goes right inside with Namida.

When he saw all the decorations in her apartment, Kamui looked pretty amazed. She always went above and beyond, ''This looks really cool.'' He couldn't help commenting that when looking at her decorations, like an impressed little boy practically. She was really creative. Although, Namida speaking about Naruko led him to look confused. He hadn't the slightest idea who that was, or rather he hadn't cared enough to remember. He didn't care about any of the rental girlfriends, except Namida. Why would he? Although, it did click who the hell Naruko was once the incident with being trapped in the closet was brought up.

''Oh, her.'' Kamui scowled, sounding just a bit too spiteful. Although, thinking about it now, being trapped in a closet with Namida at this point in time, might end a lot differently. He still didn't like some annoying person doing that out of nowhere though, plus it was when he was feeling weak too, and couldn't just break out. Didn't Namida also get mad at him and stopped talking to him too during that? Well, it was a long time ago. They were best friends now. Actually, now that he thought about it.... that whole situation did kind of lead to them being best friends. Kamui, however, still didn't like that cat girl.

''I remember that yeah. . . .'' Kamui kind of forced a smile while saying that, not too happy reminiscing about that time. He was happy when she admits to wanting to spend with him and his sister on Halloween. His features would brighten up finding her adorable. The way she looked at him definitely made his chest fill with warmth. ''Hey Namida, you're kind of tempting me to kiss you right now, you know? But Kagura might be here soon, so I'm trying to control myself. ♡'' He never actually manages to control himself though, it was all just a farce. The smirk he was wearing proved that much. He easily noticed the lingering stare she was giving him too, and couldn't help but be amused. Kamui didn't really mind, but he'd likely tease her about it.

''Ooooh, always so generous, huh? Maybe I should eat Kagura's before she gets here.'' Was he joking? Likely not. He always went to Gintoki's apartment to eat all the food after all, including stuff Kagura had for herself. Kamui went ahead and took his basket looking through the stuff inside. Immediately he started eating some of the candy. He came across the strawberry filled ones, ''Sooo tasty. Love this. ♡'' Glee fills his face, not the least bit disappointed. Then seeing the chocolate chibi version of himself, he wondered how she was so talented. It was really incredible.

''Although, I hope you're just messing with me about the mayonnaise filled ones. That sounds really gross.'' He gives a bit of a weirded out look, seeing her laugh when teasing him.

Kamui liked different food combinations, and would eat almost anything. But chocolate and mayonnaise was an exception for obvious reasons. He'll just.... leave the rest of the chocolates alone for now. Since, he seemed to have been lucky to not encounter any of the mayonnaise filled ones so far.

''Also yeah, but isn't that stuff fake? It wasn't gonna work anyway, right?'' Kagura posted a lot of stupid videos on twitter, he does occasionally watch them when they seemed interesting. Then makes fun of her in the replies. Kamui looked over at the pumpkins Namida brought to his intention, and looked in awe. ''Wow, this actually... does look really.... cute.''

He couldn't help but chuckle, soon taking out his phone to take a picture of all three of them. It was something to preserve since pumpkins didn't exactly last forever. ''I gotta keep this. ♡'' The flash goes off as he happily snapped his picture. He'd likely post it online later.

''I've actually never done either of those things, since I hadn't been to Earth much until I started visiting Kagura. . . . So, I'd love to try it out with you two.'' He wasn't against learning new things, he wasn't exactly the most knowledgeable on the more minor activities people do during Earth holidays. Namida helped him grow more interested in learning too. He wanted to know about the things she celebrated, and what made her happy. Kamui would be happy sharing those experiences with her.

''Hey actually-'' He goes up to Namida, his arm wrapped around her waist pulling her closer to him as he holds up his phone. ''How about a picture to remember today, with just the two of us? ♡'' He grins then snaps the picture with her. Whether he admits to it or not, he was sentimental, and liked preserving memories with people important to him. They could take one with Kagura too later. Although afterwards, he'd watch as she went to fix up the pumpkin of him and ended up pricking her finger. The pumpkin version of him was definitely more accurate now.

He had stopped her, grabbing her hand. ''Hey, let me see your finger first. Kagura could wait.'' Kamui's hand was gentle when handling her, careful to not be too rough in any way. He had looked at the bead of blood at her fingertip, it wasn't that much thankfully. Although, he hadn't actually thought before his next action which was licking off the blood, also putting just the tip of her finger where the prick was, into his mouth too. Kamui didn't think anything of it, since that's usually what he did when handling slight cuts, and pricks on his own fingers. It wasn't until Kamui was sure the bleeding stopped that he ceased.

''Look at that, the bleeding stopped. Hahaha.''

#IC. Kamui #| Kamui x Namida | She Lights Up The Darkness In My Life | jiraipink |#( if he was gonna dress as a serial killer he could've just went as himself ha )#( ALSO I'M SORRY FOR THE LAST PART OKAY )#( dude should've just dressed like a vampire )

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ithinkyouhealedmyheart · 22 days ago

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30 Days of November

taglist: @myloveforhergoeson @partiallypearl

(the days I missed. sorry, it's a long one)

16. stellar constellation

Although Logan loved going to the planetarium, James loved the stars. More specifically, the brunette loved zodiac signs. His favorite thing was comparing birth charts between his friends. The singer once ranted with Kendall about how his birth chart compares to Ronnie's. The blonde was so close to duct-taping James' mouth shut.

Since Lynette liked homemade gifts, James took it upon himself to paint the stars. His zodiac sign was Cancer, and it took him a couple of months to finally learn that Lynette was a Virgo. The brunette got to work on his perfect homemade gift. At least, to him, it had to be ideal for Lynette. In actuality, the thought mattered, but because of his mother, James expected nothing less than perfection.

"James, are you done yet? I need my laptop," Logan groaned and slumped over on the breakfast bar.

His friend had been frustrated about perfecting his painting for the past two hours. Of course, James wasn't a painter, so he mainly scraped whatever needed to be more wobbly or imperfect.

"Couldn't you take her to the planetarium and point the constellations out to her?"

"No!" James gasped, offended his nerdy friend would suggest that. "I need something meaningful and heartfelt."

"Taking her to the planetarium is heartfelt."

"Stick a sock in it if you're not going to help me,"

Logan rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Let me know when you'll give me my laptop back."

"In a minute." Jams waved his hands about.

The door to apartment 2J opened, and Lynette appeared in the doorway. Her curly hair was pulled up into a high ponytail.

"Hey, James!" She waved at him. "Logan, Kat needs help with a rap in one of our songs, and she asked me to come get you."

"The girl who beat me in a rap battle is asking me for my help?" Logan furrowed his brows.

"Uh, yeah?" Lynette shrugged. I promise I'll return him when I'm finished, " she said to James.

She dragged the confused nerd into the hall, leaving the apartment door open when she left. James looked at his painting and frowned. He needed to do better.

17. blanket

Ashlynn's apartment could have had better heating. As much as she complained to her landlord about this, he couldn't do anything. She did her best to keep Carlos and his friends away from her apartment building because it was falling apart at the seams, but today, she wasn't expecting the dark-haired boy to ring her doorbell.

In his arms was a folded, fluffy quilt. The pink snuggie she wore couldn't keep the cold away, but somehow she made it work. Carlos had a bag of stuff, actually. She stepped aside to let him, caught off guard by his sudden appearance.

"I brought hot cocoa and borrowed a bunch of movies from Ronnie, but most importantly, I have a fluffy blanket we can share!" He beamed from ear to ear.

"Oh." I don't- How would we make the cocoa?"

"With a kettle on the stove?" Carlos tilted his head. "Do you not have a kettle?"

"I don't... I don't know."

Ashlynn wandered into the kitchen with Carlos at her heels. She searched through the cabinets, although she was confident she had no kettle. It wasn't something she bought. To her surprise, the kettle was under her sink.

"Oh, here it is."

"Sweet! I can make the hot cocoa the way my dad makes it!"

"He has a certain way to make it?"

"Yeah! He always says if you make hot chocolate with water, then you might as well be a criminal." Carlos shrugged. "Oh, but once you try it, you won't return to hot water in your hot chocolate."

"Okay, then." Ashlynn shrugged. "In that case, the kitchen is all yours."

It didn't take long for Carlos to make the hot chocolate. Ashlynn paused when she looked at the movies. She was curious to know why he would drop by unannounced. Perhaps he thought she was upset? Did she need to remember to answer his texts? She picked Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer, a classic. Carlos snuggled beside her on the couch, the blanket unfolded, and their hot chocolate steamed on the coffee table.

The opening credits rolled, and the music started. Ashlynn didn't think twice when she leaned her head on his shoulder. Maybe she was down in the dumps, but somehow Carlos knew what to do to help her feel better.

18. rain boots

Natalie wasn't happy she had to bring her youngest son to work because middle school was called a half-day. If her oldest son wasn't in high school, she would have asked Luke to bring Caleb home and watch him until she clocked out. Bitters wasn't happy about it either because he didn't like children much. The brunette with doe eyes was nothing but a snot-nosed germ incubator.

It was raining, which meant the teenage resident was kept inside since their pool was closed. Bitters kept their distance from Caleb but watched him like a hawk. The rain started that morning, so the boy wore rain boots. Surprisingly, the kid had manners, probably because his mother was the vice hotel manager. The ten-year-old was bored and tried his best not to bother the residents. Eventually, the youngest Knight sibling started talking to him, and Bitters feared for his life.

Unfortunately, when Natalie started her job and had to bring her kids in on her first day, Buddha Bob promised he would watch them. Luke enjoyed the inner workings of the plumbing system, and Caleb was amused by Plungy. The brothers liked Buddha Bob better than Bitters.

"Hey, I gotta take some trash outside. Do you want to help me?" Buddha Bob was pushing one of those custodial trash bins on wheels.

"I can go outside?" Caleb's eyes lit up.

"You have a jacket, don't you? But promise me you won't go far and will stay in my line of sight."

"I promise!" Caleb jumped up and forced his arms through the sleeves of his windbreaker.

"Then I don't see why you can't go outside,"

Caleb stayed relatively close to Buddha Bob as he splashed in the puddles. He was bound to get sick since the puddles were soaking his pants as he jumped in deep puddles. Although Buddha Bob wasn't a parent, he couldn't help but feel a little proud.

19. hugs

Ronnie slept on the tour bus—more like she sat on the sofa scrolling on her laptop. Her headphones were plugged in, and she listened to music at full volume. She couldn't sleep. Since the All Over The World tour started, the songwriter has struggled to sleep. Because her heart hurt, she was listening to sad music.

She tried her best not to wake the guys up. Hood pulled over her head, and she held a hand over her mouth to muffle her sobs. It wasn't fair that Curt broke up with her the day she left for tour with BTR. Shadows shifted, and she jumped. Kendall was half asleep. His mouth was moving, but because of the music, she didn't know what he was saying.

"I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" Ronnie pulled off her headphones and paused her music.

"What? No." Kendall wiped the sleep from his eyes. "I asked why you were awake."

"Can't sleep." Ronnie pushed her laptop off her lap. "Are you sure I didn't wake you up?"

"No, you didn't wake me up." Kendall shook his head. "What's wrong? You can't sleep only when you're upset about something." He sat down beside her.

"It's nothing. I'm fine."

"Okay," Kendall exhaled sharply. "But will a hug make it better?"

"Huh?"

"A hug."

Ronnie hesitated when he opened his arms. She melted into his hug, and the dam holding back her tears broke. Kendall hugged her tightly. He remembered that when it came to hugs, she preferred something similar to bear hugs in pressure. The blonde felt he knew what was happening but didn't ask her. Instead, he sat there and let her cry on his shirt. Because that was what friends do.

26. Thanksgiving

It's corny, but lemme just say I'm thankful for the mutuals and friends I've made in the BTR fandom. <3

#btr #btrtv #big time rush #btrtv oc #btr oc #writing prompts #november prompt challenge #tbh i made a good effort to at least try and finish most of the month #oc: veronica clark #oc: lynette smith #oc: natalie wentz #oc: ashlynn torres #carlos garcia #james diamond #kendall knight #logan mitchell #buddha bob

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astralwhat · 1 month ago

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charlie/aster. tree-hugging animal nerd. enjoyer of sci-fi, fantasy, the paranormal, historical fiction, and everything in between. draws stuff sometimes

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can i use your art for [personal thing]?

as long as it wasn't commissioned by someone else, you can use any of my art for your personal icon, profile pic, header, playlist cover, dnd home game, print and tape to your wall, etc etc. please credit/link back to me whenever possible if it's something posted on the internet

can i get a tattoo of your art?

again, for my personal non-commissioned art, sure! i'd appreciate it if you leave a kofi tip or buy a little something from my shop when you can. a shout out is also appreciated if you post a pic to show off the tattoo, partly for design credit and partly because i'd like to see it :)

are you open for commissions?

maybe 👍 please email [email protected] with "commission" in the subject line. tell me what you have in mind and i'll let you know if it's something i can do right now

will you restock [item]?

franklin leg and terror/erebus ship pillows: nah. i might do a new ship pillow eventually, but no immediate plans. feel free to yoink the ideas and make your own; they're not super original concepts lmao

polar explorer shirts: "all well" will have another preorder campaign (probably its last) in december 2024. "make history or die trying" is available through my redbubble (and as of nov '24 has a few still in stock in my etsy) but otherwise i have no plans to do another run

prints and stickers: will probably be restocked (shop updates are usually in april and november ish), and/or is available through my redbubble shop

how do you produce your merch?

prints: i use Catprint (US based) for all of my prints and have done for many years; they're great, lots of options, no minimums, and i highly recommend if you want to get into selling prints. and remember to take advantage of their paper sample pack and free print proofing!!

stickers: i've used Stickerapp (US based) several times; their minimum quantities are higher than i usually want but the prices aren't bad and the quality is nice. mostly now i use Zap! Creatives which has lower minimums and allows for multiple designs in one order, plus i'm already getting other items from them.

pins, charms: i use also Zap! Creatives (UK based) for this; as much as i'd love to produce everything this side of the pond i really haven't found anyone comparable in the US and i've been pretty happy with them.

pillowcases, lanyards, glasses cloths: i've done through a group order organized by another artist; dm me and i will hook you up with the mailing list :)

shirts: for the first couple runs of "make history" i had them made by Huntsville AL-based screenprinter Green Pea Press, who were great to work with and i highly recommend if you're in the area. ordering, storing, and shipping lots of shirts was a bit too much for my one-man-one-room business though so i started using Print Social (UK based) which runs pre-order campaigns and then prints and fulfills everything themselves. very easy to set up, and the shirts look nice!

packaging: i get basically all my mailers from ecoenclose, glassine paper from blick, and otherwise try to reuse brown paper/cardboard/etc for inner packaging as much as possible.

will you draw [fandom] again?

[shrug emoji] it could happen. i'm still fond of everything i've done fanart for in recent years, so there's always a chance i'll return to it if struck with ideas and motivation and energy at the right time

what happened to [various original story things]?

i'm tired dude. i haven't forgotten about them i'm just Tired

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chocolate-teapots · 2 years ago

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Kim Taehyung- While It Lasted

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In which you discover how much love truly costs.

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𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: sensual Tae, swearing, romance, manipulation, toxic relationship, heartbreak.

"I mean this is the happiest I've seen you in a long time."

Melanie searched my face for any evidence against this face but she couldn't find it.

It was the honest truth.

I was so happy that I had to concentrate on the restaurant around me just so I wouldn't liquify in my chair- whether it be the people peeping to see what we ordered, the woman complaining about linen charge or the staff flirting behind the bar.

I was so happy that I didn't want to talk too much in case I sounded insane. I had always been the pessimistic one between us both, laughing self-deprecatingly when Melanie stumbled in messily from a hookup but cried when she went to sleep it off.

"Well," I blush and chuckle modestly, grounding myself by gripping the slim stem of the wine glass "I am. He's just- who I am now."

I saw her sisterly cogs turning.

"And before you say don't become too dependent on him I'm not," I point watching her smirk knowingly into the rim of the glass "It's a perfect balance, we're seeing each other casually and being all over each other sometimes."

It doesn't make sense.

This kind of luck didn't exist anymore with people being too awkward to meet face to face or getting carried away behind screens and instantly begging for something more. This was rare and it would take a lot for me to even think about letting it go.

"Well," she raises her glass of wine elegantly by the stem, grinning with dumbfounded pride "fuck you and your perfect life."

I laugh but there were worse things to be sworn at for. I didn't believe in luck or the manifesting stuff I caught on late-night tv sometimes but I owe someone a pretty big favour for having a great job, a fantastic new relationship and a perfect new life in just a couple of months since moving.

"To the perfect man," I toast and the wine sloshes and glasses clink.

I didn't know if it was the sweetness of success or genuinely the taste but as I took a sip it was the best wine I had ever tasted. It was the best pasta I had tasted and we were regulars at this place.

"Are you sure you want to live with him? I know he's a fucking catch but I can cut my hair, tape down my tits and deepen my voice!"

This restaurant is where we'd come to rant when we didn't want to cry since it's unbelievably intimate and public. But this time I had good news. I was doing just fine with nothing to cry about.

"How is it gonna be actually living with the guy? A huge disappointment compared to your previous roommate I know but..." Melanie shrugs sarcastically, wincing at the thought of having to warm her own coffee and pastries in the mornings without me to do it for her.

But he was very eager, almost insistent actually that we move in together. He said it was the answer to all our problems of struggling to make time for each other with our schedules.

"Absolutely but," I shrug still playing around with the linguine on my fork "I really don't know. I've never seen his place."

"What?" she shakes her head for clarity but mostly the drama "You never slept at his? What if he has star wars sheets? Ew, what if he cuts his nails in the kitchen? Kieran used to do that before I threw his ass and his toenails out."

I laughed again but the funniest thing was that I didn't even care. At this point, Tae could attack me in his sleep and it wouldn't stop the bubbling anticipation I have to see him first thing in the morning.

He always made it clear from the beginning that his life was incomprehensibly complicated, not in a worrying my boyfriend is a serial killer way but in a please don't pry and ask too many questions I'll tell you when I'm ready kind of way.

But she's right. It's weird.

"I don't know he always made excuses that his roommate, Jimmie or something, was weird, he hadn't cleaned, he was having the floors done. I know that's the part where you start tailing him after work or going through his Instagram but I chose to respect his privacy. Maybe he was embarrassed about where he lived."

Tae was a host at a prestigious hotel restaurant and the nights were long and hard for him and for me who often waited up for him with a glass of wine until the inevitable 'working late. don't wait up' message.

Then I got out the tequila.

"Well, I hope for your sake Tae isn't a snorer. Has he put down the deposit yet?"

"No, I did."

She drops her fork, eyebrows dropping to her nostrils.

"I thought he said last week that he found the place?"

I shrugged, never liking conversations about money even if it was with my best friend.

"He did but he's still waiting around for someone to take over his tenancy since his contract runs out in April."

Melanie doesn't say anything else.

By the time the bottle and the conversation had reached its end, we were wincing in heels through the door of our blue apartment for the last time. I was going to miss living with Melanie, we had lived together since we met in the second year of uni and ended up working at the same magazine.

At least we had one thing to keep us together, not that anything could ever keep us apart.

"I'm gonna miss this."

"Me too."

As we sloppily waved each other and walked into our separate doors my phone began to ring in my hand and I dodged a few boxes to the edge of the bed before answering. I waited for a second, a heavy glee pressing down my chest that I was scared would just crush me if I answered too soon.

Get a grip.

I slipped off my heels and picked up.

"You were out late."

His smooth deep voice poured through the speakers and into my spine which was dotted and frozen cold. I half unzipped my dress and flopped onto the bed on my stomach, legs kicking in a stupid girlie rush.

Damn him.

His tone was always firm but playful like he was telling me off and praising me at the same time. It was addictive.

"Yeah, we got a bit carried away with the old stories and the wine," I laughed at how my stomach still hurt from the uncontrollable laughter from a pair of twenty-somethings in a decently respectable restaurant "Are you on break?"

"No just snuck out when Craig wasn't looking, I wanted to catch you before you went to sleep and make sure Mel hadn't changed your mind. She can be very persuasive."

I couldn't help my smile as I rubbed my sore feet, the world suddenly just seems a little bit better. His genuine thoughtfulness was unparalleled and his words were effortless even if they were simple and meant little to nothing. Even when he met Mel for the first time, he was perfect, like an extension of myself.

"I can't believe in less than twenty-four hours I get to have you all to myself, all day, every day," he hummed happily, thinking out loud rather than just stating facts. It made me all the more excited, even the idea of yelling at him for his mess if he was messy or marvelling at his neatness if he wasn't.

I couldn't wait.

"Do you cut your toenails in the kitchen?"

But it was hard to articulate.

Taehyung erupted into unexpected laughter, more like a big splutter. I often carried out conversations in my head in public forgetting that the other person couldn't hear the first half of it.

"That's disgusting. Which one of Melanie's ex-boyfriends did that?" he replies knowingly, still laughing but also keeping quiet to hide from his pushy boss.

"It's just- I don't know..." I struggle "Don't you think it's odd how I've never seen your place? I've never met your roommate, only met one of your friends."

The more I talked about it the more I was talking myself out of this.

"Okay," he takes a deep breath as if he knew this was coming and had prepared something to say "Firstly, Jimin is the one respectable one out of my friends, I think you'd run if you met any of the rest. And second, my roommate was messy and the place was gross. I knew deep down that it wasn't my home because you weren't there, it was temporary."

I bite my lip, impulsively pressing mute so I could squeal into the sheets. I kick the headboard behind me over and over until my toes hurt. My heart was going to explode. God, I'm such a child.

I unmute.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking."

"Don't apologise. I know exactly what you were thinking. Fuck I don't know him, maybe he has pokemon sheets or he has a huge porn box under his bed."

"Do you have a huge porn box under your bed?" I ask playfully with intrigue. Very specific.

"I'm sorry to say I don't. I don't need it when I have a woman who does unspeakable things to me on the bathroom counter..."

The heat from my ears burns the screen of my phone. He hums deeply down the line, hating how he's knowingly ruined my sleep for tonight and he gets to walk away and head back to work as if nothing happened.

"I saw your Instagram story, I know you're wearing that slutty black dress that I love so mu- uh yeah we're still waiting for the 3-piece Piatti plates for the Jones' reception!"

I threw up the air I had been suppressing, bringing myself back into existence as a couple of voices mumbled a different type of adult talk on his side.

Damn you, Kim Taehyung.

"Sorry," he breathes relieved, I always loved how he did his job with passion "I have to go, close call."

"That's okay. You know you're getting pretty good at that."

"I have to be, imagine if they found out I was talking to the press," he teased "enjoy your last night of freedom."

"I will, enjoy your dickhead customers," I replied, humming in enjoyment as the cold sheets cool my blushing body.

I thought he'd hung up.

It was quiet for a while.

But I still held the phone.

"Y/N?"

I bite my smile back, disappearing shyly into my shoulders.

"Yes?"

I can hear his smile. He's not doing his wide shy smile but his loving pink pursed lips side grin.

"I can't wait to wake up to you every day sweetheart."

"Me neither Tae."

Me neither.

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Kim Taehyung was a complicated man with a complicated personality, a complicatedly stressful job and a complicated way of organising his shoes. However, waking up with Kim Taehyung was anything but complicated.

I was usually awake before him and allowed myself the treat of studying his sleeping form as a morning dose of dopamine. Between Mel and myself, I've seen a number of good-looking handsome men in the past but their features were carefully sculpted and intentional as if they sat down and planned every fibre of their existence with a tiny brush. Taehyung was just naturally that way. His entire charm is his natural beauty, his unintentional charisma, his naïvity to his loveliness but his simultaneous arrogance.

He smells like lavender and fresh fabric softener, not nauseating tan, gel or cologne. The lines in his back are soft, brush-stroke-like and not forcefully chiselled to inspire fear. The only fear I had when I was with him like this was losing him.

"You'll be late."

I'm about to reach his thick eyelashes until he mumbles, making me jump and clutch the sheets to my chest. He's so close his nose almost bumps against mine.

"I'll send my boss a photo of you, she'll understand," I tuck my hands under the side of my head, quite comfortable with the idea of getting the sack just to stare at this man full time. The feminist within me was leaking out of my mouth, disguised as drool.

He groans with a cute pout, stretching out his arms on the other side of the gorgeous well-built bed until they landed beside my head and I was completely engulfed in his shadow. I gulp, nervous laughter disguising itself as I feel his body lower onto mine and his lips kiss the skin of my jaw.

"I thought you said last night you needed a rest?"

I look at him, his dark brown hair curling on his forehead in the morning and completely fucked out in the back. My hands reach out to touch it, curling a strand with my finger and running through it with my other hand. It was still so soft after all the rolling around last night.

"I'm rested."

He breathes against my skin. He loved it when I played with his hair because it soothed him or turned him on I wasn't sure. His kisses got less playful and intentional as he placed my arms against the mattress and muttered:

"Call your boss. Tell her you're a bit tied up and you'll be late."

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The office still looked the same.

Life was still pretty simple and I still did the same things every day. I didn't know why having a different place to go home to was going to change that. I still went to the same yummy sandwich truck every day, I still worked with Mel the only difference being I wasn't there to see her pop a huge spot on her butt cheek so she looked forward to telling me about it more the next day.

Yep.

Taehyung had an early shift this morning so he was gone before I woke up. While the sheets were a little colder in the mornings, I wasn't upset and only looked forward to seeing him more and enjoyed the rest. I'd wake up just to feel him kiss me goodbye, then drift back to sleep. We were building a routine.

It was going really great.

I had just walked in and the air was extra crisp, my coffee was extra warm and my hair didn't budge in the January wind. I greeted Ieuan at the front desk with an extra unstoppable smile.

"Hey Ieuan, anything for me this fine Friday morning?" I hand him one of the coffees from my tray, even though it was technically an intern job but I personally loved the way his eyes melted as if he hadn't eaten in a week.

"I love that you're not miserable anymore but it's freaking me out. I'm starting to think that I'm the problem in my life," he deadpans, snatching his coffee and nursing it in both hands.

"We both know your only problem is self-inflicted. He's not gonna call, move on."

"It's only been a year Y/N, we still have time," Ieuan rolls his ice blue eyes all the way back to his stupid brain that's fixated on a co-worker, as insanely hot as he may be, that he had a drink with one time and never called him back a year ago.

"I don't have time, shoot."

"Okay, I've got Austin Butler has agreed to an interview but he won't talk about surgery, Kelly said she won't cover Schiaparelli cause she's vegan, asshole love of my life wants to talk to you about the art page he said the red is too merry and not slutty enough and oh, do you know a Ben Rodgers?"

"Ben Rodgers? No doesn't ring a bell."

"He called like 5 seconds ago asking for you but didn't leave a contact number. He seemed like he was in a hurry. Sexy voice."

"Again? Weird, can't you trace it?" I shrugged, frowning as I rummaged through my bag for my work phone which conveniently began to ring. I heard that ringtone in my nightmares but it was unfamiliar. "Maybe it's some of your Grindr stalkers calling to see where you are."

"Still No Caller ID and my men take their time with me thank you very much."

I laugh at him.

"Forget about it, couldn't have been that important. If it's about a misprint, not much we can do when it's printed and under someone's coffee mug on the nightstand."

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There was a disappointment.

"Tae, have you seen my slutty black dress that you love so much?" I call to him from upstairs, confused not to see it when hanging up the laundry.

"Yeah, it's down my trousers! You might want to wash it," he calls back, his filthy mind making me laugh but still not distracting me from the missing garment.

I ponder with a 'hmm' as I follow the amazing smell of pasta down the stairs, pulling a navy jumper over my head as I run.

"Nothing?" Taehyung presses further, looking over his broad shoulders and away from the sizzling pan of wonderfulness to my missing dress matter.

"Nah I'm sure it'll turn up," I pick up the glass of wine and sit down at the table, relishing the feeling of not having to cook tonight and just relaxing until I'm fed. "What's that orgasmic smell coming from the stove?"

"It's my new shampoo rosemary and eucalyptus," he flicks his hair like a Pantene girl until he notices my angry impatient silence, something he knew never to mess with.

"Oh, you mean the food? Well, it's Italian sausage ragu thick tagliatelle with a fresh basil blanket and a sprinkling of Parmigiano Reggiano."

"I love it when you talk dirty to me."

"Wait until I tell you about dessert," he plays along, bringing my above-average-sized portion over to me with the prettiest presentation I had ever seen. He takes the wine bottle and tops up the glass in my hand before even thinking about his own serving.

I might love this man.

"Awe honey you baked?"

He looks at me mischievously before he sits, lost deep within the filthy part of his brain before uttering:

"Something like that."

I don't say anything and shove a stupid amount of pasta into my mouth to suppress a giggle. I groan at the taste, marvelling at the multiple talents of the god of a man that happened to host my birthday party once at the beautiful hotel.

Mel tolerated Taehyung, why she didn't embrace him as her own as she did with me I'll never know. She was civil, she asked questions, and she came over for movie nights and drinks but there was always something she wasn't saying. I thought it was because I did the same whenever she had a boyfriend. To me, no one would ever be good enough for her and if they were I was willing to turn a blind eye in fear of losing her.

How could she not like him?

"This is stunning! Since when do we buy these sausages?"

He looks up from his meal, lips painted red from the stain of the sauce and the dim lighting of the candle. His eyebrows twitch.

"Oh, I bought them today. Hope you don't mind, they still haven't sent my new card yet so I used your spare to get some bits."

He waits.

"Of course! No complaints, keep them coming."

He seemed relieved.

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"Who is it this today?"

"Colin Greene!"

"No fucking idea!"

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#kim taehyung #bts imagines #taehyung x reader #v fic #park jimin #bts smut

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kristannafever · 2 years ago

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A Sky Full of Sun

Kristanna Modern AU Rated: M WC: 2032

~This is 1000% self-indulgent and all fluff

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Kristoff smiled at the sundog in the sky. It was only on the coldest, sunniest of mornings that you got to see such a neat phenomenon. He hastily fished his phone out of his jacket pocket to take a quick picture for his Ma. She enjoyed stuff like that. He did too. It was breathtaking, and she had always told him growing up that it was a good omen for his day.

“This fucking cold snap is something else.” Sven came up to him, dramatically rubbing his arms trying to warm up, his breath coming out in white vapour as he talked.

“It certainly sucks to work in.” Kristoff slipped his phone back into his Carhart jacket. In all honestly the cold wasn’t too big a deal to him. Being a construction framer, they worked in all kinds of weather and he was rarely bothered by it. Except when frigid temperatures brought nasty wind chills, then it was a nightmare and he would go home and have the hottest of showers and sit on the couch with his big blanket, thick wool socks on, and a blazing fire in the wood stove.

“So… about Mexico-”

“I don’t know, Sven. I’m not really a beach kind of guy.” They started off trudging trough the deep snow to where a lift sat waiting for them to haul materials onto and get to work. “I don’t like sand and I hate that it gets everywhere.”

“It’s not just the beach though! There are pools, and a bar, and fishing, and quads, and sunset cruises, and Ixtapa island, and of course Zihua has a lot to offer.”

“Zihua?”

“Zihuantanejo, you know what I mean. From Shawshank Redemption, like I said.”

“I know, Sven. I just wasn’t sure you were so familiar all of the sudden.”

Sven made at face at the smirk Kristoff was giving him and the proceeded to load wood onto the lift. His friend had been on it for days on end. He even went so far as to rent a four-bedroom condo for two weeks and now he was trying to find someone to help with the cost of the place.

“What about Ed, he’ll go with you.”

“Ed? Fuck you, Kris. Really.”

Kristoff laughed in his friends face as they loaded the plywood. Ed was nice and a good worker, but the guy was impossible to take in anything but small doses. Couple times he tagged a long for a beer after work and most of the guys at the table wanted to tape his mouth shut, he was so crass.

“It’ll be sunny and thirty-plus degrees every day down there! Come on, Man. You’re by BFF.”

Kristoff snorted. “I know I am, and that means you should know that beach vacations just aren’t my thing.”

Sven pouted at him. The man really pouted, and Kristoff decided he could throw him a bone. It had been a long time since he’d been anywhere besides camping for a vacation.

“Fine, fine. You’ve officially worn me down.” Sven grinned like an idiot and opened his mouth to comment, but Kristoff stuck a finger in his face. “But I’m bringing a bunch of books and I am doing my own thing, you got that? If I don’t want to go to the beach, you leave me alone. If I don’t feel like going out to any night clubs you’ve been talking about taking Liz to, you leave me alone.” Kristoff resumed loading wood, then added, “I don’t feel like being a third wheel the whole time anyway.”

There was a silence then and Kristoff’s stomach twisted. Damn Sven. Damn him, because Kristoff knew was about to come out of his friend’s mouth.

“Well, Liz invited a friend too because there are four bedrooms-”

“For fuck’s sake, Sven!”

“No, no, listen! It’s actually great because she initially asked this other couple we know, but between you, me and the outhouse, they are insufferable dickheads who always try and one-up ya, you know? But they dropped out due to some family drama bullshit or whatever so Liz has this new work friend who… you know... could use a friendly group of people-”

“People my ass!” Kristoff felt his cheeks getting hot. “Let me guess, she’s single.”

Sven hesitated. “Well, yes. But-”

“You’re seriously trying to set me up on my fucking vacation?”

Sven’s hands went up in surrender. “No, seriously dude! That’s not what this is. Not at all! We’re honestly just trying to get people to fill rooms, but we’re having a hard time finding takers to help with the cost. I don’t even think we’re going to be able to fill the fourth room. I mean we already paid for the whole thing after all.”

“I’ve never known you to over-commit on something.” Kristoff managed with a serious face.

It took Sven a half a second to recognize the joke and he burst into a huge smile. “You’re still in then?”

Kristoff looked back up to the sun dog in the frigid air, making his decision final despite his sudden reservations about a stranger joining them. “Yeah, yeah,” he said through a sigh. “I’m due for a vacation anyway.”

They jumped onto the lift and started to bring it up then Kristoff turned to Sven, and gave him a firm look.

“But I’m not going to play nice if you all try to gang up on me and make me do shit I don’t want to do.”

“Oh, I believe you, you grumpy asshole.”

Kristoff nodded, comment aside and they got to work.

Two Months Later

A ringing phone woke him up.

Kristoff rolled over to grab his cell of the nightstand, wondering who the hell was calling him at this hour, whatever hour it was, he had no idea. He went to bed at nine in the anticipation of getting up early to catch his plane to Mexico.

“Yeah?” he groaned, as he sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

All he heard was hacking on the other end. Kristoff pulled the phone away from his face to look at the screen and realized it was Sven.

“Sven? You okay?”

After the sound of a flushing toilet and some clearing of a clearly hoarse throat, he spoke. “I’m sorry Dude, I really am. I am a as sick as a dog. Gotta be food poisoning or something.”

Kristoff let his head fall between his shoulders. “You’re not making this plane, are you?”

“Unless I can stop puking and shitting myself, that would be a no.”

He felt for his friend, he really did, but that meant he now had to board a plane by himself, go to a condo he didn’t rent in his name, and supposedly meet someone who Liz had invited to stay with them. It was too much, he would have to cancel, money be dammed. It was too awkward.

“I told you that gas station sushi was a bad idea,” Kristoff huffed.

Sven groaned in response.

“I’m sorry, dude. It sucks you’re sick.”

“I’ll get my ass down there,” he mumbled. “It just won’t be tomorrow. Or today? What the fuck time is it?”

Kristoff pulled the phone from his face to look at the time. “Quarter after three.”

Sven wretched again and Kristoff hung up. That was something he didn’t want to listen to, so he texted his friend he hoped he felt better and to keep him posted on how he was doing and when he might be able to catch another flight down.

Sleep was impossible after that.

He had to be up at six anyway, it wasn’t anything to him to kill a couple of hours cleaning his small house for when he got back. He was a little anxious what it was going to be like without his friends there for a buffer, but he was trying his hardest to take things as they came lately, no matter how much they infringed on his comfort zone.

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Anna could not keep the smile from her face. She was so excited to head somewhere warm for two weeks with nothing on the agenda but rest and relaxation. Liz and Sven would have to join them later – poor Sven and his food poisoning – but at least she wouldn’t be alone. She was going to meet a new friend!

There was no way she figured she be able to pick him out in an airport full of people waiting to board planes, but there he was, right in front of her when she cleared security and walked into the terminal. Just as described, he was blond, tall, broad chested and ruggedly handsome, although she wasn’t sure why Liz had even added that last little tidbit since she assured Anna this was not a set up or anything like that. They just needed help paying for the Condo.

Anna felt a pull to go up and talk to him then, except he was eating breakfast and that was hardly the right time to introduce yourself to someone. Not only that, she needed to grab some food for herself. There wasn’t much open in the terminal so early and she had to admit that the sub he was eating looked pretty good. Anna got in line at Subway to get herself one and by the time she got it with a mind to maybe sit at his table, he was gone.

Not that it bothered her, she was looking forward to fun and sun and getting away from the frigid cold weather. Even if the guy was a jerk, all the rooms had their own bathrooms and she could put herself in her own space when she was in the condo and not be bothered by anyone. She was no stranger to doing things by herself.

Anna ate her sub and walked around the terminal a bit, stopping at the place to load up on snacks despite the highway robbery prices. Then she made her way to the gate and happened to see the blond guy again, arms crossed and leaning against a wall nearby, bag tucked between his feet, idly watching people pass by.

If there was ever a time to introduce oneself before a flight and vacation space they were to share together, now would be it, she figured. She also liked the idea that he was standing. Anna decided it would be good for her too to get as much standing in a possible too before being seated on a plane for five hours. It wasn’t such a big deal for her, she was small, but this guy clearly needed some leg room and would probably be itching to get off that plane by the time it landed.

Anna approached him and his gaze swung towards her direction then stopped when their eyes met. She wasn’t sure what to make of first impressions based on facial expressions but his lips parted slightly and his eyebrows twitched up as she approached him.

“Hey, are you Kristoff by any chance?”

“I am, yes.” His demeanor shifted towards being guarded rather than looking bewildered like a moment before.

“I’m, Anna! Liz’s friend. I guess we’re headed to the same place!” She stuck out her hand.

The tall blond looked down at her hand a moment before slowly reaching forward with his own and shook it. His hand was warm and… so big. How tall was he anyway? At least six-two. Maybe six-three.

“Nice to meet you,” he mumbled.

“You too! I’m looking forward to soaking up some sun. How about you?”

“Um…” His hand came up and rubbed the back of his neck. “Sure, yeah.”

Well at least he appeared friendly. If anything, Anna figured he was probably a quiet person, which suited her just fine. As long as he wasn’t a dickhead, she’d be able to enjoy herself.

“Well, it was nice to meet you! I’m not sure where you’re sitting on the plane but let’s meet up at the cab stand when we get there and split a ride, okay?”

He nodded, ghost of a smile on his lips. “Sure, sounds great.”

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#a sky full of sun #cee wrote this mess #kristanna #kristoff #anna #kristanna modern au #this is far from my best work but I wrote it for me #we had so much snow this winter that it still has a chokehold on the landscape even though the weather is nicer #hence a sunny vacation fic idea #it might be a little slow moving #but i kept the chapters short and the story is complete #i wrote all the scenes I wanted first which might be evident lmao #but anyway! Happy Friday!

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commence-screaming · 2 years ago

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i can’t believe I haven’t explained to the general public how Bain is an alien. yeah there was that ONE thing I sent AC but that doesn’t count okay 😆

Payday 2 spoilers hahaa

So during the end cutscene, the couple seconds where jacket throws his tape… there’s a weird stone in the background.

It’s written in Kataru! Luckily I know the cipher… though I can’t be bothered to find a higher quality one so wfejvdjd

Okay okay hear me out

Kataru cipher is written from right to left, top to bottom.

BAIN/OURWATCHER/FALLEN

Because this is a tombstone :) if you’re wondering what a Watcher is, it’s explained. ovks had a limited dlc for payday 2 called the “completely overkill pack” and there happened to be a certain mask description for a particular one…

Watchers in the book of Enoch were angels who wanted to be with human women and were punished for that… however we’re not sure if the book of Enoch is canon to payday lore (even though it mentions Nephilim) so I say that Watchers are aliens. Generally. Something very not human.

It makes the meaning of that translation interesting. It gives depth to other weird details that are in the game.

Like in the contact database, Bain says something along the lines of “I am the gatekeeper, or the watchman, if you will.” and “whatever I tell you might be a lie to protect myself. If I told you the truth, you wouldn’t believe me” and if the truth is that Bain is actually the gang’s Watcher, it makes sense.

“I don’t see how it could’ve gone this way, but I’m only human.” I mean, mostly. It’s not technically a lie

Bain is partially human, since he was “born.” He also mentions him having a grandpa who went heisting (big bank stealth) so I would say that the alien stuff is somewhere in his lineage.

He’s very apologetic when a mission fails, by the way. I would speculate that he’s like that because of Hoxton’s arrest but he was like that since the first game. I wonder what he’s trying to make up for :)

All the jokes would have deeper meaning if Bain is an alien of some sort

In the Mega Watcher mask description, it says “they communicate using their minds.” It would fit into how you hear Bain’s voice clearly through even flash bangs, but nobody else’s. There’s actually no official content (that I know of) depicting Bain talking to his crew over earpieces. It’s not like ovks hadn’t modeled earpieces before, look at the guards in the train transport heist! Each time they talk to Bain it’s always over the phone (comic collaboration)

(official Locke and Load comic)

He’s also able to talk to his crew after the EMP bomb goes off in Boiling Point (which took out a whole facility PLUS superhumans)

in that last part he can somehow see what the player is doing as if he has cameras in their masks… except that couldn’t be. Because it shouldn’t be working. If you take the briefcase before Bain asks you to, he has a few different lines like “how did you know I needed that briefcase?” “You read my mind,” and “are you psychic or something?”

and if Bain is a Watcher, these quotes are hilarious. It was right there all along!

“(They) use their large eyes” take a look at the color of the Watcher mask.

Bain’s favorite color is blue. We know it’s true because Crimenet’s color scheme is blue… and Bain’s eyes are blue too. Coincidence? …Maybe. I’m not ruling it out. It would be messed up considering what happens to one of his eyes. My dude got nerfed. and was probably experimented on if what Locke says is anything to go by

“to witness, gather and share information” could they mean the way that the crew can somehow see through walls? How Bain can highlight objectives for you if you can’t find something? Nobody can hide from him.

Bain wears a fleur de lis ring on the pinkie of his right hand. Yes, like the guide of bain

(Something I want to point out, bain is terrible at lying to his team actually. Sooo the detection meter is just future Russian glasses? Yeaahhh sure Bain)

I guess this definitely isn’t mind control or any sort of skill *cough cough* joker *cough* There’s one last thing I want to put down here because it was never explained in canon.

HONESTLY NOT SURE WHAT THIS IS. Could it be the “Watcher of the Star?” is it Bain’s ancestor? or is Bain immortal somehow I don’t know but no normal guy would just have this laying around XD

Bottom line is that if Bain isn’t then he’s definitely SUSPICIOUS. Just putting that out there.

#payday 2 #payday 2 spoilers #bain payday 2 #fic inspiration #suing ovks for emotional damage #because Bain is trying to make up for something (what he is) and it’s because of how he’s lying to people he cares about #duke theorizes that Bain might’ve been in the middle of training to be the elephant’s watcher #I see that as unlikely by the way Bain talks behind the elephant’s back XD #Bain already had his King 🥲#in my fic series Bain makes a whole nanobot excuse as to why they can hear him all the time #it’s totally believable #I’m also rolling from the fact that Dallas just totally— CALLS bain on his IPHONE #who does that 😭#bro is an alien trust me #and it would fit in with payday canon because the dentist is immortal #akan is psychic. jacket is… SOMETHING… and that Dallas necromancy comic is canon. jimmy counts too I say #Bain is also proficient with all weapons AND canonically taught the gang all the skill sets #me: *comes back from hiatus*#*dabs on you*#*leaves for another month*

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ninjadeathblade · 11 months ago

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Moulin Rouge Discotrain AU (part thirty nine)

Summary: Now that they're together, Conductor and Grooves are slowly settling in with their love for one another. Both have strong feelings for one another but don't always know how to express it.

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Word count: 799

Warnings: None

Author's notes: So, apologies for the absence from this AU. I was busy writing Empress' backstory which will at least explain a little of stuff that will be coming up soon. But I got a couple more ideas for what to do with the main AU so I'm here. Enjoy!

Weeks passed until it was suddenly February.

Conductor and Grooves were going over the final couple of things for the movie, making sure that the costumes were right, staging was correct, lighting wasn't too bright.

Grooves looked up as Conductor modelled another dress.

The owl was wearing a white bodice with fluffy tails coming out the waistline and behind him, small spots of silver sparkling across the outfit. A pair of shiny heels that came up to his knees matched the glistening parts of the outfit.

“What do you think o’ this one?” Conductor asked, doing a little spin.

Grooves smiled. “I think you look beautiful.”

Empres sighed from where she was standing at the side of the room. “You've said that for every outfit.”

The cat walked forward, crouching down and looking at how far back the fluffy tails went back. “These need to be shorter or you'll trip over during the choreography. Owlice!”

The young owl walked over with a tape measure at the call of her name. “Got it. If we trim off a few centimetres then…”

The owl trailed off as the room grew darker, filling with shadows.

Grooves reached out for Conductor, pulling the owl closer to him.

All of them watched as the room turned pitch black.

Conductor's feathers grew hot and Grooves couldn't help but stare as three pairs of glowing pink eyes opened on his face, feathers shining like when he took off his bracelet.

"Con…”

“Hmm?” His lover looked at him, a strange look crossing his face. “You're new.”

The pink irises enlargened before shrinking back to their regular size.

“A new mate? How peculiar. This one already has had an offspring. And you aren't compatible for replication.” Grooves panicked as the owl eyed him curiously. “Why are you two together?” His eyes changed size again. “He holds strong affections for you. Rather strange, seeing as he apparently hated you before. Tell me, what prompted this change?”

“Can anyone see anything?” Owlice interrupted.

Grooves could just make out the others with the faint light radiating from Conductor’s body.

Empress let out a low growl. “Grooves, step away from it. Slowly.”

Conductor's head swivelled to look at her. “Ah. The depressed furred one. It has been decades since your presence was in this host's life, what is your reappearance for?”

Empress reached out with one paw, tugging Grooves away roughly. “What do you want?”

“What is happening?” Grooves inquired.

Conductor shrugged. “What is happening, new mate of this host, is that this host must have felt rather threatened so allowed me to take over in order to protect you.”

“So you aren't Conductor?” Owlice whispered.

“Of course not, foolish one who is anxious,” it replied. “No. However, these shadows are not of my doing.”

A booming voice sounded. “Damn right they aren't! They're mine! I came to pick Em up from work!”

Empress' iron grip on Grooves' shoulder loosened and she looked around. “Snatch?”

A deep rumbling laughter bounced around the room. “Yes! Now, if you'll excuse my intrusion, I do need to borrow her quickly. So, you can let go of Grooves. And try to relax, like you're falling into water.”

“What does that-”

The cat behind Grooves was there one moment and gone the next, seemingly sucked into the floor.

It went silent for a beat before Owlice let out a wail. “Oh my god she's dead!”

“She isn't dead, mortal. Just taken by the creature of shadows and bargains through his void to the birthplace of many of my hosts,” the thing controlling Conductor’s body explained.

“Can I have my partner back now?” Grooves asked shakily.

The creature eyed him warily before shrugging. “I suppose. The danger seems to be receding and his emotions for you are rather strong. He seems to want to be with you again. I shall depart for now but I will return if you are put in danger again.”

Conductor's feathers stopped glowing and his eyes closed, leaving the owl to stand in the darkness. “What's happenin’?”

“You don't remember?!” Owlice squeaked as the shadows around them began to recede.

“No? Why, did somethin' happen?”

Grooves slapped a flipper over Owlice’s beak before the owl could say anything. “Not really, diamond. You just blacked out for a spell.”

Conductor nodded before sitting down on the sofa where Grooves had been. “I'm gonna take a nap.”

“Alright.” Grooves tugged Owlice to the other side of the room before whispering to her. “Listen here, we are going to keep this under wraps for now. I don't know what the peck that was but it wasn't good. So, please, don't say to anyone about this.”

Owlice nodded and looked around. “Just so long as that sort of thing doesn't happen again.”

“Yeah, let's hope it doesn't.”

#a hat in time #ahit #ahit au #ahit conductor #the conductor #discotrain #ahit dj grooves #dj grooves #ahit moulin rouge au #moulin rouge discotrain au #ahit empress #snatcher #a hat in time snatcher #ahit snatcher #the snatcher #ahit oc #oc owlice #oc spirit

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jodilin65 · 33 years ago

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TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 29, 1992 Only 9 more days till I move and have a phone! I’m really psyched. I wish I could move right now.

I never bothered to set my alarm. I woke up at 10:30 but didn’t get out of bed till 11:30.

Tonight, I’m gonna watch the two-hour premiere of Reasonable Doubts.

Right now I’ll go see if Andy’s home. I know he said he’s got lots to do. Next weekend, or this coming weekend I should say, his sister Marla and his nephew Brian are coming for a couple of days from San Francisco.

I went to the pool a few times and chatted with an elderly couple, Nancy and Steve whom I met a few months ago. Well, they’re sort of elderly. Maybe in their 50s, but very nice.

Tara was there briefly with her friend Teresa who lives here, but will soon be moving out. Tara said Teresa’s brother knows gay women and Tara’s gonna ask her about them.

Oh, yeah sure. Like this is gonna lead me to such wonderful lust. The game of seek, chase, guess, wonder and playing detective sure is fun, though.

Tina, Lena’s roommate came over to check the studio apartment I have out in case she gets one for herself. She’s in a 1-bed now. I was on my patio as she was walking by and she asked to check it out. She did, liked it, and said she’d have to visit sometime. She knows I’m gay too, and I think she may be seeing Ed, but I don’t know for sure. She said she lived with a guy here and when they broke up, he moved out and she moved in with Lena.

Later…

Andy and I took some pictures of the pool and the grounds. Cuz he has to finish the roll by Friday I asked Mom to send another one since I won’t be moved till Oct. 9th. After I move, I’ll get my place all fixed up just like it is on the first floor and take some pictures.

I saw the perfect ad in the laundry room. It said: Female cat, spayed, declawed, litter box trained, free to good home.

When I called, I found out it was taken last Sunday. It figures. Just my luck that if it sounds too good to be true, it’s taken and out of the question. I’ll send Nervous the picture of the cat that was attached to the ad, anyway.

I put an ad in each laundry room for my answering machine for $45 or best offer. I know I’m gonna like that voice messaging much better. I also won’t hear that obnoxious clicking when I’m sleeping or have to keep taping it into the jack. All I’ll need to do when I’m sleeping is turn the phone ringer off. I never could turn off my answering machine. It would still go off but ring many more times first.

Later…

Last night turned out to be fun. Andy came over at 10:00. We talked here for a while, then decided to go see Ellie. We figured she might not want to see us but she was totally thrilled. We talked seriously as well as about goofy stuff from lyrics and such. She laughed along with it. I ended up getting my pink denim mini-skirt and bringing it over to glue on beads, shells, sequins and colored glue. It was fun and the skirt looks great.

I told her I was transferring and gave her my number. Andy gave her his number and she gave us hers! This is great for when we don’t feel like visiting her and I told her to always call first. Andy said the same rule applies to him. We’re gonna tape her, edit her and cross her.

As we were leaving she became furious, saying I didn’t help her clean up, but I did. Andy said she seemed so cured till we left, but that’s typical Ellie to become furious in the end. If she isn’t freaking out right from the get-go.

I spoke briefly with Mom and Dad yesterday. I also called Tara from Andy’s phone. Just Tara was there and Andy and I sang her funny lyrics.

I’m a little nervous right now as tonight we’re doing karaoke. My voice is in shit shape due to the fact that I’ve hardly sung all that much here. Been busy with other things, but I sang two songs earlier. I don’t want to warm up there and be coughing up phlegm. I must rely solely on my looks and try to look my best as my singing won’t be where it should be and could be. I’ll try my best, but unless they sing worse than Andy, or if they are better and I win, it’ll be mainly cuz of my looks.

Another thing that is a little nerve-wracking, is that this is a straight bar. I’ll no doubt get several hits. If I were straight, alone and looking, the guys wouldn’t bother with me.

I think I’ll go take a walk down to Tara’s place and see if she’d like to go with us, but I’m sure she’ll be busy. Current Location: Arizona

MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 28, 1992 I woke up at 11 AM today. Amazingly, I slept through the lawnmowers. I do want to keep on a day schedule till after I move. Due to sleeping till 11:00, I’ll be up till 3 AM. I must set my alarm for 8:00 to get up no matter how hard it’ll be.

I met the girl who’s gonna be next to me. Her name’s Andrea, but people call her Andi.

Later…

I stopped writing at the time as Andy came over. We went to visit a friend of his he used to work with. Her name was Autumn which is pretty.

We also went to Fry’s and I got $35 worth of food.

After I move I want to get a full-length mirror. I’m really looking forward to transferring and having a phone.

As I began to say before, I met my next-door neighbor. She seems nice.

Last Sunday Jeff was at the pool and he was about to use the grill. I asked if I could throw on my pork chop. He not only cooked my pork chop, but he also gave me some shrimp. That was very nice of him, but I also made it clear to him that I can’t constantly hang with people here. I also made it clear that I’m only available as a friend. Well, it’ll be more of an acquaintance. I want to be friendly with him, but not friends.

I opened my windows, but it is still way too hot today. It was 105º and Andy says it will be 108º Wed.

I still haven’t gotten a letter from Kim or anyone else in my family, but I’ve written tons of letters. I got one done for Bob which I haven’t written to him since I first got here. I sent him some hair. I’ve also written to Nervous, Fran, Brenda, Kacey, Jimmy, and Russell S.

I spoke with cousin Boo to thank her for her check and the day I move she’ll be going to Nevada to see her daughter Rhoda. She’ll be gone for 3 weeks. I told her I’ll write to her as soon as she returns. She says she’ll write too.

I have to take my meds soon, and in half an hour I’ll watch Hunter.

Not much else has been going on. Ed and Pat have been really nice and they never mentioned the night I called the cops on Ed. I think Ed is dating this girl Tina who lives here. She lives with this girl Lena. They (Lena and Tina) know I’m gay and know lots of people. Lena’s best friend is gay and I think I’ve seen her. A major butch. I don’t believe they know of any other gay women as feminine as I am, but what else is new?

I’ve chatted a few times with Rachel who lives diagonally below Andy at the front of the building (I’ll be in the back) and she really is very sweet. She gave me some boxes she used to move in with. I gave her some stuff I didn’t want.

This guy Randy whom I met when I first moved in, fixed my typewriter. It’s still not perfect and I sure miss Tammy’s typewriter, but now the keys don’t stick so much.

He’s very nice and I can see any girl who was looking for a serious relationship selecting him as the least likely to become a jerk.

This other guy Mike, who lives here, seems OK. We’ve chatted a few times too, but with his now knowing I don’t get involved, he may come around less often.

I don’t say it in a nasty way, but I get to the point while I sound honest and sincere and not slap it into their faces. That is unless they just don’t get it. I like guys who give up, rather than get more persistent, pushy and determined. I know there are so many women who’d die to get hit on as much as I do. Yet, it seems I always have to keep batting them away. Well, life’s not at all fair. You get what you don’t want while someone else gets what you do want.

Now I need to stop and take my meds and watch some TV.

SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 26, 1992 Last night was lots of fun, except for one thing. First I was over visiting with Tara. We played a game of Crazy 8’s, then some keyboards and listened to some tapes. The one of Andy trying to sing Desde la Oscuridad. Also, some calls as well as us talking to Laurie at the crisis center.

After that, I ran into Andy on my way back to my place. We went to McDonald’s. On our way out we ran over a small dog. Where did it come from? We never saw it running toward the car and the poor thing was crying out in so much pain. We took off hoping and praying someone rescues it. Legally there is a leash law. Morally we felt bad. I think I once met the dog’s owners and if I’m correct the dog does live here and is 15 years old.

Time for a swim.

Later…

I was chatting with Sue and Sharon at the pool. Sue’s so cool.

Last night Andy picked up that cream I need and I’ve begun that. I hope this time around it clears it up 100%.

For the last 3 days, I’ve been out by the pool. I’m tan but not as tan as I’d like to be. I also can feel that sun poisoning slightly acting up again. I’m doing it little by little, very carefully. I may simply have to wait until October, November or December. That sounds so funny. Imagine saying in MA. How you’re gonna wait till October, November or December to go tanning!

I went over to Andy’s and called Nervous and Fran. Nervous really didn’t have much to say and was eating prime rib. That was at 1 PM his time.

I spoke to Fran at around 4:00 his time and I gave him as well as Nervous my phone number. I also told them about the transfer.

I wish I could move now. Robert’s been quiet since I blasted him out, but I’m still looking forward to being able to sleep with my windows open, never hearing any footsteps above me, and to getting away from Mark.

Dennis and Brian, these two brothers who live here, are gonna be the ones helping me move. They understand I have no money to pay them. Dennis says you don’t pay your friends, but if I could, I would.

I am here now on my patio as I write this with my Walkman listening to Gloria. At least it’s not too unbearably hot for that, but I’m gonna go for a swim soon.

I spoke to Tammy yesterday and I was laughing as she told me it was in the 60s and very chilly with lots of rain. That’s what Fran says too. It’s funny knowing they’re all bundled up while I’m sweating my ass off and going swimming. When I’m up early in the mornings I have the weirdest sensation. As I look outside I can swear it’s chilly out and it blows my mind when I see I can walk out onto my patio in shorts and a halter top and be perfectly warm. My body is still in Taxachusetts, even though my mind is here. This is the longest summer I’ve ever had. I’m used to being pretty much in long pants and sweatshirts by now.

FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 25, 1992 For starters, I went out last night and it was horribly boring. There were a few feminine ones there, all taken, naturally. I’m too old to be playing this game and I told Andy that if he’s gonna go out he’s gonna have to go alone or with someone else. The scene just isn’t for me and neither are butches. Everyone says to think positive and a feminine one will come to you. Yeah, right. They also say when you’re expecting nothing to happen, you’ll get what you want. Sure. If that were true I’d have been getting hit on left and right for the last two years. It’s truly impossible and not meant to be but at least I didn’t get hit on by a butch or a man. I asked God that if He were never planning on sending me what I want, please have men hit on me less often. A lot less often. I just wish I could settle for a butch and get turned on by people I’m not attracted to. I beg for Him to help me find the way to settle. Not for a man cuz they’re so hard to deal with, become too pushy, and give me a higher chance of diseases and of course pregnancy. I just want to someday be able to settle for a butch even if it takes time.

I called SRP to transfer my electricity and then the refill number on that cream Andy’s gonna pick up after work. I hope he remembers. He’s always remembered before. I do his laundry for all these little favors.

I also called US West and got a phone! It’s an ugly number but at least it’s a phone. I gave Tammy the number and swore her to secrecy.

My letter of credit from CT is no good cuz it was only for 4 months, but I’m glad as I know my weaknesses. I’d get carried away with the long distance and there’s no way I could afford an additional $170. It’s already gonna be around $100 to get started, but thanks to Cousin Boo, I can handle that. My monthly charge after that will be around $30. The guy I spoke to did say I’d be able to make collect calls. We’ll see. I’ll have 3-way calling, but no call-waiting or call-forwarding. I’m also getting that voice messaging service. I like it so much better and my answering machine is partially broken. When I moved from Deerfield I accidentally yanked the cord out and a part of the module clip that goes into the phone jack snapped off. So, this way I don’t have to keep taping it in, nor do I have to deal with that obnoxious clicking when someone calls while I’m asleep.

Later…

I’m gonna watch Matlock soon and Tara says she’s gonna come over. That’s what she says, but we’ll see as she’s said that before. I wanna show her my new dress from mom and dad. I saw her, Tonya and Sue at the pool. Pat, Ed’s roommate, was there also. I figured he’d be evasive due to my little run-in with Ed, but he was very nice.

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 24, 1992 I thought I was moving on the 2nd, but I guess it’s the 9th now. Gordy’s gonna need a week to paint and fix anything that may need to be fixed.

When I used that cream downstairs I used 1 tube. I had 1 refill and after using 1 tube it got much better. However, I still have some discharges and bloating. I called the office and spoke to one of his nurses who said I should use the second tube. Why didn’t the doctor tell me this in the first place?

Later…

I got the check from Cousin Boo. I thought it’d be $50, but it was $125! That was so nice of her and I’m very grateful. I intend to write her a thank-you note.

After I move I’m definitely gonna have a phone. I’m doing pretty good financially for a change.

Tuesday morning I’d had it with Robert. At 4 AM when he went to leave for work he stomped and woke me up. That was the final straw and I opened my door as he came down the stairs and I screamed, “Thanks a fucking lot! You have no fucking common courtesy waking people up at 4:00 in the goddamn morning!” I spoke to Paula yesterday about his stomping since talking to him myself didn’t work.

MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 21, 1992 I got up at midnight and I would’ve had my schedule changed two weeks ago if it weren’t for the fuckface upstairs. He’s really pissing me off more and more and I’m sure the issue once again comes down to sex. I’ve had a few nice talks with Robert but he walks like an elephant, and after living in Norwich, I cannot deal with anyone living above me. That’s one reason I wanted the second floor. The other is that you have a zillion times more privacy. Now that it’s cooled off a bit I want to sleep with my windows open at night and shut the AC off and conserve. I always envied Andy who’s about to do that and have privacy with no people walking right by your windows.

The last reason is cuz I’m sick of Mark next door. I went off on him last week and gave him every piece of my mind. His attitude sucks and he hates everyone so you can only imagine how much he hates himself.

I moved in here too fast cuz I wanted to hurry up and get into my own place and Andy and I thought studios rarely were vacant.

So now here’s the good news and the solution to the problem. I called cousin Boo and explained the situation to her telling her I’d never ask for money ordinarily and to please keep it our secret (though I doubt she will). Mom and Dad have helped enough and they send $50 monthly. She said she knew the move was rough, would be delighted to help, it was our secret and my b-day gift. The check should soon be here and I am ever so grateful for her help.

I went to the office and spoke to Judy, and I’m moving to Building 1 directly behind Andy! It’s apartment #247, and Oct. 2nd is when the move will take place. I’ve spoken to Tony, that really nice black guy, as well as the guy who’s gonna be below me in 147 and they will hopefully help with the move.

I told Judy not to mention the $95 transfer fee to my parents. I also called them and I told them I was in the office and overheard a woman say she wants the first floor and offered to swap with her.

Kara was over last week too, and her brother told me he’d help me move for free. However, Kara says he’s in Michigan where they’re from.

Fay’s moving into a trailer, and her brother, who also lives here and is helping her. Maybe he can help me as well. There’s not too much heavy stuff but there will be 10,000 trips. With asthma, it would be cool to get all the help I can. Only those willing to help as a favor cuz I have no money to pay them. Except for the bed, table and microwave I can pretty much handle it all on my own. I’ll load stuff in boxes, empty them there and go back and forth loading and unloading boxes. It’d be great to get a shopping cart.

Later…

I’ve written to family and friends and I’ve got to get more stamps. I got a package from my parents. Dad claims that all they have left is my old guitar but where are the rest of my pictures? They sent my typewriter, twin sheets, a twin blanket, my papers (legal papers), my albums, my tools and two awesome outfits. I was shocked and couldn’t believe they sent me something so stylish and non-baggy. I got a beautiful, tight, short black dress with silver studs around the neck and colored glass beads on the upper front part of it. Also, a tie-dye pair of pants with matching tops and they all fit perfectly. I do have to keep pulling up the pants but at least they’re not baggy. They’re all sizes small and my stomach is flatter since I used that cream down below. The infection had been bloating me out.

I got a short quick letter from Tammy as I wrote before along with $50 since she sold my couch.

Andy gave me 22 blank tapes he no longer wants. Now I have about 78 blanks!

I went grocery shopping the other day. A guy who lives in building 2 took me, saying anytime I need a ride and see his truck there to let him know.

I always thought male neighbors were better as they tend to complain less about loud music, but luckily I’ll have two female neighbors and a male below me. There are 4 apartments on each side and on Andy’s side there are two other gay men. Andy asked, “Is building 1 the gay building, or what?” There’ll be a woman next to me and another under her. Under me, there’ll be a guy named Jeff. I spoke to him at the pool and he said if he’s home he’ll help me move stuff. He said he has no problem with my music and I hope whoever she is next to me doesn’t mind. I told Jeff I appreciate the help but cannot talk to my neighbors. He asked if it was due to a boyfriend and I said no I’m not into that and he said we’ll talk sometime. I’m just gonna level with him and tell him I’m not available to him for sex and I choose not to know my neighbors as I want no problems. He does seem like a fairly decent guy, though. Then again, don’t they always?

I can’t wait to move.

Two nights ago, believe it or not, Andy wanted to go to the bar. I thought he felt like I do. I thought he was sick of the games. I know in my mind I can’t get what I want and in this day and age I’ve come to accept it and I’ve stopped fighting a losing battle. I go in there and either get what I don’t want or nowhere. The few that were fairly attractive could’ve cared less about me and the few I exchange numbers with never call. If I call them (if they’ve given me the correct number) they act like they don’t know me and brush me off. You get tired of the same old pattern. He was also upset cuz I’ve been asleep when he’s up. I thought he wouldn’t mind as he chewed me out for coming over every day when I first came here. It just so happens that when he’s free, I’m asleep. When I’m up, he’s asleep. I wish he were still a night person and he did say he was getting sick of getting up so early. I knew he’d miss being a night person.

He said he may want to go to the bars tomorrow night or the next night, and I’ll be asleep. Coincidence? Nope. God’s trying to reinforce the fact that it isn’t meant to be. I could hang out in gay bars every single night and it wouldn’t get me anywhere.

Next, I’ll write about Ray and this girl Melissa I met at the pool. Now I’m gonna make a bagel.

Later…

Well, Robert stomped and slammed his way off to school. Payback is gonna be a real bitch but not till I move so he can’t retaliate. All he could do is come to my door or tell me to knock it off if I see him at the pool. I doubt he’d come to my door and he’d never call the cops any more than I knew Mark would when he received that very threatening and sexual letter. It scared him, though. He told me if I saw the guy to call the cops and that he’s gonna get a gun. I don’t know if he really got a gun or not.

I hope I have a peephole in my door cuz I ain’t answering my door without knowing who it is first.

When I made some pranks on Robert while Andy was back east, he laughed about it at the pool. The things I’ll say over the phone won’t be threatening, but they’ll be very blunt, sarcastic and very weird. Perhaps sexual too, as I know he’d love that. He’s lucky cousin Boo’s helping me with the transfer fee as I’d surely have to round up a few people to set him straight if I had to stay here. Why do I always keep ending up in the same situation? I just moved from this even though his noise isn’t an eighth of what I put up with in Norwich. It isn’t so much the stuff he does, it’s his fucking stomping. He doesn’t know how to walk and he has no common courtesy. I also plan on visiting him at 1:00-2:00 in the morning when I know he’s asleep. I wish I had that long crank I had to open my skylights with in Deadfield.

I hope I hear from Kim soon so I can mail her tapes out to her. She said she’d send lots of stamps. I also want to try and see if she’ll help with the phone installation. Connecticut’s sending a letter of good credit but I don’t know if it’ll be accepted since I was only there for 4 months. I’d just as well find a way to pay for the installation so I can avoid the same hassle and waiting game I went through with the food stamps. If they don’t waive the $170 deposit, fine. In case of an emergency, I don’t like not having a phone. I can also leave messages for Andy while he’s asleep or at work, rather than leave him notes.

I wrote about a letter I wrote to Debbie a month or so ago. Non-threatening and non-sexual. It’s my constitutional right which they can’t prove. I also was told to deny anything, especially shit they can’t prove without a lawyer. Several lawyers have told me this.

Ray called to tell me he was denying my case. Over that? The whole situation is so stupid and my dad told me not to worry.

Oh, I’m not, believe me.

I laid out by the pool yesterday and got a little color back. I’m gonna lie out today, too.

Maybe I’ll see Melissa who’s so nice and pretty. I’ll write about her later.

Later…

Melissa’s a really nice girl I met with a body that makes mine look sick. She’s 5’ 4” with medium-length, thin, straight blond hair and a perfect figure. Her face is slightly plain but more pretty than plain. She has nice eyes and a pretty smile.

When I told her I was gay she said she admired my openness and knew many gay people including her boyfriend’s brother. She also wonders if her female roommate has tendencies.

She also told me, even though she’s addicted to her boyfriend, she thought I was very attractive. She showed me a book she was reading called addictive relationships. She says she’s too clingy, dependent and jealous when it comes to her boyfriend. It amazes me that they’ve been together for over a year.

I told her I was always alone cuz I’m not attracted to gay women and they’re not attracted to me.

We talked about lots of things and she said she gets badgered by guys and that women avoid her. Then, as I was about to tell her how well I can relate to that, she said she can see me getting the same thing.

I know I’ll never get her, but I’m used to wanting the ones I can’t have and she’s good as a friend at least. I hope.

Later I’ll write the good news I have about SS. Isn’t it shocking and amazing to actually have any good news about them? For now, I’m gonna lay down and veg out and enjoy Robert’s absence. Believe it or not, this guy’s home more than I was back east. He hasn’t worked since I have been here and he’s only out at school from 7 AM - 10:30 AM. I wish he were never home and always away traveling.

Later…

I called SS last Fri. to find out how much they plan to take from my check. She said they usually take 10%. I asked how much of a cut that’d be from $426. She said about $42. I said that’s crazy and she said she’d call to tell them to take only $5 a month. She asked me if I got SSI and I said I thought I didn’t qualify for that here in Arizona. She made the call and said I do get SSI, but haven’t gotten it cuz that’s how they’re collecting the bullshit overpayment. In 10 months I should have my SSI check back and she says they’re not gonna touch my SS check. Well, I sure hope she’s right cuz so many times one person will say one thing while another will say something totally different.

SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 20, 1992 Several things have happened since I last wrote. Let me begin with Tara. She showed me tons of drawings she did which make mine look like I scribbled. She’s had lots of lessons and of course, I haven’t had any. She sat down with me and gave me 10 minutes of tips and pointers, and oh my God! I don’t know who was more shocked. She or me. I’ve drawn about 8 pictures since and they’re tremendously better.

Last Friday night she was supposed to come over at 2 AM after going out. Around 12:30 that evening, I heard a knock on my door and I thought it was her. When I opened the door it was Ed who I met at the pool. We’d always had some good talks at the pool and he said he knew this girl who was gay. He and his roommate seemed nice and open-minded and he said this girl looked like a centerfold. I doubt that if she’s gay. I never met her cuz he didn’t know her well or see her often. Anyway, he was at my door with a beer, obviously smashed, saying he was just wandering. Yeah, right.

I went to Andy’s phone and called 911. He just had to “wander” to my door, then on my patio. He never said or did anything about sex, but I wasn’t born yesterday. One thing would’ve led to another. Especially with a guy with a beer in his hand at that hour. Plus, I’m gay so that would make it all the more exciting for him, wouldn’t it? They’re God’s gift to women, as far as they’re concerned, and they love the resistance and challenge of “conquering” a gay woman.

When the cops arrived, he was gone. The cops and I went to his door. I told him I’ll be friendly and say hi to him at the pool, but if he comes to my door, there’s gonna be trouble. I was so caught off guard that it freaked me out. If he came around again I’d be ripped and there’s no telling what I may do to him. Let’s just say I’d take the so-called “thrill of conversion” right outa him.

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 10, 1992 I’ve been a bit lazy again as far as doing everything I need to do. I figured that since I can’t sleep, now’s as good a time as any to write.

Andy and I went to see the Twin Peaks movie.

I need to finish a letter to my parents and also write to Tammy. I have tons of editing to do still, but I have done some. Kim shocked me by sending 28 blank tapes! When I called to thank her she told me she’d send a letter along with some stamps. I’ve made her 5 tapes of convos and edits. I’m listening to a funny-as-all-hell tape of Andy. The other night he was over here listening to my latest edition of edits. We were also writing to Nervous and Fran using all those cards my parents sent. We were cracking up over what I enclosed in Fran’s envelope as well as Nervous’ - dead crickets.

I got some really cool and awesome new stationery of neon cats for a buck at Walgreens.

As I was addressing tons of envelopes and enclosing geometrical colorings I did, I came up with a great idea. I had Andy put the headphones on while I played Desde la Oscuridad. I told him to read the lyrics and sing what he thought the words were. It was so hysterically funny! It sounded like a Jewish cantor singing. We were dying of laughter.

Then, we went and teased Ellie. Man is that woman fucked up! I’ve only seen her that one time since she came over here and I shut her out. That woman is as crazy and as delusional as you can get, but funny if you only see her once a month to rank on her. At the same time we understand she can’t help being crazy, she’s so funny and perfect to have a field day with.

I’ll write more about Ellie, Tara and Tonya some other time. Other than that, not much else has happened. I had a flood in my bathroom, Fay’s moving, I’m horny and that’s it. The only major thing to write about is Tara. The rest is all little odds and ends.

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