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trashcanfanfics · 3 years
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May I request a Husk before working at hazbin hotel and a (Nonbinary) reader that is a bartender at a club and everytime he comes in to get shitfaced drunk they bring home after their shift and he eventually gets attached?
(Optinonal: some creepy guy hits on reader and how husk reacts when the guy takes it to far?) Have a lovely day/night and stay healthy! 💕
My first request for Husk!! I love that kitty!
You stay healthy and enjoy your day/night!! <3
This is your favorite time of night. When a certain avian cat would come in and drink at the bar where you worked. You had developed a soft spot for the drunkard, talking with him everytime he'd come in. He'd always comment on how this was where the best alcohol was and how no other place was as good. Currently, he was sitting on a stool in front of you, and it looks like you're going to have to take him home again. That's fine, though, you don't mind, in fact you have a spare key to his apartment now because of how often you throw him in the backseat of your car and drag him up the stairs to his apartment.
"And! That bastard just smiles with a shit eating grin, tellin' me that he already did it!" Husk takes a swig of the bottle. "Fuckin' dick." You hummed in response. Truth be told, you had been only half listening to this drunken story slash rant he was slurring out. Something about an Alastor. He usually complains or vents about this guy and you have yet to meet him. Husk said that that's a good thing, though. He continues on this topic, occasionally forgetting where he left off, leaving you to remind him, and him getting fluffed up at the reminder of thie "Alastor".
"If he pisses you off that much, maybe bring him in here and I could give him a piece of my mind." You placed you chin on your hand, leaning slightly over the bar. Husk's angry rambling came to an abrupt stop and he looked at you with total seriousness.
"I would never let him come near you. Never." Those words made your dead heart beat faster. That's another thing about Husk, he'd recently become very protective of you. His excuse was that you were the only good bartender on this side of the Pentagram. You blinked slowly in shock making him look away and take another long gulp of his bottle. Before you could respond, another slightly tipsy demon slid onto the stool next to Husk.
"Hey, pretty thing, when are you off work?" You recoiled away from the disgusting individual. Noticing Husk stiffen and his tail flicking back and forth caused you to also be on alert.
"That's none of your business." Your cold reply made the unnamed man chuckle darkly. It made your skin crawl and fear to pool in your gut. The look this creep was giving you set off alarms in your head. Stay away, they said. Danger.
"I'll just wait outside for you then." That eased your anxiety a bit, you didn't need to leave the bar to get to your apartment above it. Then you looked at the drunk Husk and your blood went cold, remembering that you have to take him home. "And besides, I can continue to talk to you here 'n' now, gorgeous." The wink he sent you was uncoordinated and unsettling. Your mouth twisted into an uncomfortable frown.
"Too bad yer voice is annoying." The creep's and your attention was brought to Husk, who was sipping on his drink, looking a bit more sober than the last time you glanced at him. "Maybe you should get fuckin' lost, bub." The creep didn't like this and snarled at him.
"Maybe you should mind ya fuckin' business, shithead," the creep snarled. You felt your blood boil. People were creeps all the time to you, you could handle it, but something about him talking to Husk that way pissed you off.
"I think you talkin' like that to my significant other is my business." You watched in shock as Husk casually, yet meaningfully, took the last swig of his booze. The creep frowned and then sneered.
"A cat, babe you can do better than that." This guy was just not getting it, was he? Before you could retort with a nasty comment about his appearance, Husk takes the empty bottle and smashes it into the offender's face, knocking him off his stool. No one else even flinched at the scene, going about their conversations. It was Hell, no one gave a shit. The man got up, holding his face.
"I'll just wait outside for both of you, then! I'll bring my crew! You'll be fucked, one of you literally." He sent one last dark smile before leaving the bar. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and turned back to Husk.
"Thank you," You said. No other words were needed, though you wanted to say more. To say how you appreciate him being there and standing up for you, protecting you, but you kept quiet. You knew he just did it so you would be able to take him home.
"Don't mention it..." He looked down as you set another beer bottle in front of him. He took it and looked at it for a second before popping the top. "Ya need an escort home tonight?" His question surprised you. You smiled.
"Ha, no, I, uh, live upstairs, actually. But thanks." You pointed up to emphasize your sentence. Husk hummed and gulped down half the bottle. "Got too sobered up for that, huh?" Your attempt at a joke made him chuckle with a half smile.
"Yeah, maybe I shouldn't continue if I gotta walk home, though." He looked away and around the bar. You raised an eyebrow and glanced at his wings. He doesn't fly, he told you that once when you asked. Too much effort, he said.
"What makes you think you're walking home?" You asked, hand on your hip. He looked back at you in suspicious confusion.
"Ya ain't going out there with those assholes waitin' for ya." His voice was stern, like a father almost. You briefly wondered if he had kids before shaking your head.
"Then neither are you, they're waiting for you too, ya know." You crossed your arms. The both of you stared into each other's eyes for a minute before he sighed and took another swig.
"Well, then what am I gonna do? Sleep behind the bar?" The mental image of him sleeping on the floor behind the bar, clutching a bottle of whiskey brought a smile to your face.
"Wouldn't be the first time," he snorted at that, "but I was thinking that you could sleep on my couch." His eyes met yours again.
"What?"
"You heard me." You looked at the clock on the wall by the dart board. "It's closing time anyways." He followed your gaze to the clock and squinted.
"No it ain't. You don't close for another few hours." He looked back to you with an eyebrow raised. You smirked back.
"I'm the owner, I can close anytime I want." You rounded the bar and made your way over to the few occupied tables. "Help me get the drunks outta here and we'll head up." Husk gulped down the rest of the booze and stood up. You turned from him to politely tell the still sober occupants to leave as you were closing early today. They grumbled but complied.
The next table was handled by Husk, as he told the ones splayed out in their chairs that they had to leave. They blew raspberries at him, causing him to growl back. You went over and put your hand on Husk's back, between his wings. His tail started flicking at the tip.
"You heard him, guys, time to go." Your voice made them groan and get up, wobbling and stumbling to the exit. You let out a breath with a smile and shook your head. The rest of the tables seemed to understand thet they had to go too and left, leaving you and Husk alone. You walked over to the doors and locked them before heading to the employee's only door, Husk behind you.
You both walked through the kitchen to another door next to the pantry, leading to a hallway. Passing by the breakroom and bathroom, you pulled out your keys. The stairway at the end of the hall squeaked and complained as you both wallked up to the little landing where your door was. Keys jangled as you unlocked and opened the door.
"Home sweet trashy home." You moved aside to let him in. He looked around as you closed the door and locked it. His ear flicked back at the sound for a moment before turning back forwards.
"'S nicer than my place."
"I know." You smiled and made your way to the kitchen. "You hungry?" He grumbled out a ''I could eat" and plopped down on your couch. You set to work on some mac 'n' cheese.
"Ya know, this couch is pretty comfy," Husk calls from the livingroom. You snort at his attempt at a casual conversation.
"Don't force yerself, there. You know you don't have to talk if you don't want to." You chuckled again. You pulled out the milk and butter, setting them down on the counter. Husk doesn't answer back and you assume he's just taking in his surroundings.
The mac 'n' cheese is finished when you add some bacon bits to it. Smiling at your work, you pulled out two bowls and scooped out servings. The spoons made a clatter as they were placed into the bowls. Stopping by the fridge, you balanced the bowls on one arm before grabbing out a soda for you, and a can of beer for Husk.
In the livingroom, you see Husk hasn't moved from the couch but does look more relaxed and comfortable. You handed him a bowl and his beer. He took them with a mumbled "thanks" before he set the beer on a coaster and dug into the cheap pasta.
"This is really good." The comment made you smile as you dug into your own bowl. You swallowed and looked at him.
"Thanks, it's the bacon bits." You take another bite and swallow. "Makes it taste like you put effort into it." Husk smiled slightly as he continued eating.
This was perfect, you thought, just spending time with Husk, outside the bar. Aside from taking his mumbling, drunk ass home, you hadn't really ever spent time with him casually. You loved Husk, you knew that. Even with how rough his exterior is (figuratively, you had felt how soft that fur is), you couldn't get enough of his company.
"Yer starin', bud." You blinked and quickly looked away, chewing on the bite of food you put in your mouth. He huffed in amusement. swallowing hard, you noticed you didn't have any food left and set the bowl on the coffee table before picking up your drink.
"Well, can you blame me? You over here looking cute and all that." You hide your blush behind the soda can as you take a sip. Husk whipped his head towards you. You decide to roll with this. "What your significant other can't tell you that you look cute?" Your callback to what he had called you earlier made him almost choke on his beer.
"Hh-what?" His response was full of shock and confusion. You shrugged, enjoying this newfound confidence. Maybe you accidentally grabbed yourself some liquid courage.
"I wouldn't mind being your real significant other." You shifted your gaze to look at him from the corner of your eye. His pupils were blown and he looked at you like you had hung the moon. It made your heart thud harshly in your chest.
"I wouldn't mind either..." His response shocked you, you had expected to be rejected and then just blow your statement off as a joke. You blinked slowly at him in shock again. He slowly blinked back. You made a mental side note to look up cat behavior later to see what the fuck that meant but for now, you just leaned over and kissed him. He kissed back, putting down his drink and pulling you closer. A purr rumbled out of his chest as you raked your fingers through his facial fur to the bcak of his head.
This was perfect, you thought.
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Seducing Suga - Part 2
⮱ Summary: You were happy to find out that Yoongi likes your rap skills, and your original plan involved him, but then the unexpected happened.
Back to 🌼 PART 1 🌼 ⇖
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⮱ Words: 2k
⮱ Pairing(s): Yoongi x Reader, t i n y Jungkook x reader
⮱ Genre: Smut, Angst
⮱ Warnings: Cheating, graphic depictions of sex, swearing
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“I’m just moving forward, no matter what happens behind me,
Even with the tears running down my cheeks I, I, I am a survivor.” You finish recording the demo as the girl group looks at you with curious wide eyes. You weren’t just singing, you were crying. The leader of your girl group, Nadi, made sure to give you a tight squeeze before patting you on the back and sending you out. It was official, you were the biggest loser of an artist the company had produced.
You’ve been crying a lot lately, and everyone knows it’s because of your idol boyfriend. Because of certain obligations, you had to come clean about your relationship to Yoongi, so that your company could take measures to help you come up with a cover story. You weren’t in a good place with him at the moment, since you hadn’t texted each other in a little over a month and you expected him to text you first.
Your company had declared you their new solo artist and you just had to work on a collaboration with BTS. This one wouldn’t feature a rapper though, you were to record vocals with Jungkook and they wanted you both there to get a sense of your sounds together. Old fashioned producers prefer it that way. 
You know you’ll have to meet Yoongi, Namjoon, or Hoseok but most likely Yoongi since he was on the list of producers for the song. You already released your first album and you were planning on dropping two singles. The first one would be the finished version of “Survivor,” the song which you just recorded a demo for, and the second one will be the song you’re working on with Jungkook.
“There you are! The girls told me you were crying? Come on honey, look over the lyrics for your new song. Jungkook himself wrote it after sitting down for five minutes. This boy has a knack for writing about feelings.” Confused, you take the sheet of lyrics from her hand and you see them handwritten in cursive english. You could tell the song was meant to be sung in Korean but for whatever reason, Jungkook decided to translate them to English.
“If there’s a love that must be true,
That would be the love I have for you.
No matter what may pull us apart,
In the end you have my heart.
P.S I hope this collab makes you feel better, I know you’ve been hurting just as bad as my brother has been.” You sigh at the note, smiling and feeling my spirits lifted higher after reading Jungkook’s neat handwriting. You thought it was sweet that he still believed in old pen and paper as his main form of communication. Obviously, he has a phone and he could’ve texted you, but he opted for the letter.
You open up your phone and send him a picture of the paper. A few minutes later he replies back, and you talk more about the collab. Then you stop talking after he tells you he has to practice. It has been a while since you sat down and talked about your life with anyone. Normally you stay away from talking about work when it comes to Yoongi, but it’s so natural with Jungkook.
You decide to sit down and start writing. “Dear Jungkook,” You start.
Your POV
The day for our first collaborative project has arrived. After sending each other letters back and forth for the past month or so, me and Jungkook were joined at the hip. So much so that Jimin pulled me aside to tell me off about my closeness with Jungkook and how it was like I was forgetting about Yoongi.
“How is it any of your business, Jimin? Me and Jungkook are friends. If Yoongi thinks there’s something more, that’s his problem. Did you know that I was heartbroken after he decided not to text me after telling me he needed a break? We haven’t even talked to each other since then. Things aren’t the same between us. I didn’t realize how much I had in common with Jungkook until after that happened. So in a way, I’m glad that me and Yoongi are no more,” As soon as I say those words, Yoongi steps out of the shadows. “Gah! Where did you come from?”
“I was having my coffee in the other room. I heard about what you said. It sounds like you and Jungkook really hit it off. I’m happy for you, really,” He sets down his mug on a coaster nearby. “So that’s why I wanted to tell you that we should break up.” I feel a pang of sadness inside but it’s nothing compared to the immense longing in my heart I have for Jungkook. The positive feelings took over the negative ones, and for the environment and mood in the studio to be good, I needed to concentrate on that.
“Okay. I agree with you. Shall we start?” I ask him as an artist would to a producer, and he nods, sitting down with a blank look on his face. This time, it really does look blank. I can’t read him as well as I used to, I suppose.
Me and Jungkook ended up spending four hours together, and after a lot of time holed up in the studio, we were a lot closer than before. Enough for him to kiss me during our 30 minute break. I returned the kiss gingerly, savoring the taste of his strawberry lip balm. This boy smells and tastes good.
“Will you please go on a date with me?” He asks after recovering from the long-winded kiss.
“Yes.” I smile in response, happy to jump back into recording with Jungkook. We even filmed a Bangtan Bomb, and it was so obvious that there was a spark between us. But the closer I got to Jungkook, the more gloomier Yoongi got. 
“And it’s time for Yoongi to hop in the booth with you. It’s the rap verse.”  I check the paper quickly, noticing that Jungkook hadn’t written a prior note about Yoongi.
“There’s a rap verse?” I ask in disbelief.
“Yeah, I added it after hearing you guys together. It didn’t sound like enough…” He dissed my singing skills right in front of me! We sit through two grueling hours of that before we’re dismissed for the day.
I grab Yoongi’s collar and I drag him towards the janitor’s closet. “How romantic. Isn’t it sweet that we have candles already here to set the mood?” I raise an eyebrow, pinning him against the wall.
“Shut up. I just wanted to be happy and I was starting to really like Jungkook. Why do you always have to ruin everything?” Seeing his blank expression soften, my heart started to race. What’s wrong with me now?
“Your lips say one thing, but your eyes say another,” He shushes me as he suddenly has me pinned to the wall, reversing our predicament so that I was in his trap again. “Maybe we should see what your body says.” Before he puts a hand on me, I stop him.
“Yoongi…” He stops midway, making sure he has my full consent before proceeding. “...Kiss me.”
We start off slow, with kisses so fiery they could melt my heart into a puddle. Yet my heart was encased again, as my body was telling me to act on impulse. The lust takes over each of us, pushing us into the wall-literally, as Yoongi’s tongue slipped into my mouth and I parted my lips so that he didn’t have to force his way in. Our tongues danced together as our lips collided in a sad, forbidden way, and we pulled apart for air after the anticipation had died down.
“You didn’t think we were stopping just there, did you?” I feel his hand circle my thigh and I warm heat shoots up my core. 
“I don’t know. Depends on what you want.” He lets his hands linger for a bit, groping me in ways that should make me feel dirty but instead I feel excited. The thrill of the moment makes me feel good.
We kiss again as he pulls off his shirt and I lose my own, our bodies filled with lust for only each other again. I haven’t felt this way about anyone in a long time.
“Shit, I’m hard. You feel that? You make me so hard, princess.” I roll my eyes at the cliche line.
“Don’t call me “princess.” I ain’t royalty. Call me by my name, kitty cat.” I allude to his nicknames from the fanbase, mostly cat-based since he resembles a cat with how tired he is whenever a camera is in his face. Little do they know that behind the scenes, Yoongi is a hard worker and that is why he is tired all the time. He barely had time for me when I was his girlfriend.
“Don’t call me kitty cat. It’s bad enough I gotta deal with crazies on a daily basis who baby me and call me lil meow meow.” I suck in a deep breath when he drops to his knees, his fingers hooking on the sides of my panties before he pulls them down. I shudder at the feeling of the cool air hitting my sensitive region at first, and I practically melt when Yoongi puts his lips on me.
I groan and buck my hips as he savors my juices, making me climax with just his lips and tongue. He smirks, burying his head further between my legs as I smother him with my clit, stroking his smooth tufts of grey locks as he kisses me to my orgasm.
“Yoongi, Oh it feels too good. Fuck yes.” I moan as he drives me over the edge, slapping my clit with his fingers before lapping up my juices. 
“That felt good, didn’t it sweetheart?” I nod, unable to speak as the aftershocks of my orgasm leave me unable to stand straight for a minute. He helps me up, lifting me to my feet since my legs forgot how to function from the crazy orgasm that Yoongi administered. “Well you’re in for a treat. Don’t worry, I’ll do all the work. Now, sit back and relax.” I nod as he makes me sit with my legs wide open in a chair and he strips down completely so that I have a great view of his giant dick and cute butt. “I’m gonna fuck you now, is that okay?” He asks as I gulp, feeling thirsty as he lowers his cock into me slowly.
“That hurts.” I groan, earning an apology from him before he turned me around and unclasped my bra so that I was fully naked as well.
“Shit, such a nice ass.” He spanks me as I bounce on his dick, moving involuntarily since he was the one slamming into me in the first place. I feel his warm hands on my ass, taking in the pleasurable feeling of his cock sliding into me with ease, as he was hard and dripping. I realize somewhere in the middle of riding his dick that we forgot to use protection.
“Yoongi, are you cumming yet?” He shakes his head, his pale cheeks flushed red as sweat drips down his forehead and our bodies cling together from the extra sweat. He looks a bit more exhausted than usual, but that’s probably because he was tasked with fucking my brains out for over an hour now.
“Shit, I’m close now. Y/N, hold me.” 
“But I-” He kisses my neck, holding my hips in place as I attempt to bounce off his lap, and before I can say anything his hot white semen has painted my inner walls. Cream drips down my inner thighs, leaking onto his stomach as I pop off his dick with an evident look of fear on my face.
“That was amazing, babe. I haven’t cum like that since—”
“I’m not on birth control, Yoongi,” And with those words he freezes, his look of pleasure replaced with fear. “That’s not all. I just cheated on Jungkook. Oh my god.” I feel my heart beating out of my chest, blood rushing to my head all at once before I pass out.
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sukunasdirtylaugh · 5 years
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Surprise Me
I went through an emotional roller coaster and I have this story all planned out! This chapter took me 3 (almost 4) days!!! I am so excited to share this with you guys and i hope you love it as much as I do. 
Chapter 1    
 Chapter 2 = May 17th
Chapter 3= May 24th
Chapter 4= TBD
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: None, but LOTS OF EMOTIONS and fluffy lowkey flirting
Paring: Bucky x Female Bookstore reader
Summary: Bucky finally decided to go out to the city. ( I really want to say more but this story will most likely make you a wreck and I don’t want to spoil it). All I can say is, be warned, enjoy it, laugh, smile, cry, and squeal if you must because you have just signed yourself to the RMS- I’m gonna fucking die if you don’t update this shit- ship. 
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Go out in the city, said Sam.
 It would be fun! Sam said. 
Bucky couldn’t even keep a straight face and frowned. Well I sure as hell don’t see any fun, Sam. He said to himself as if he was conversing with the man in his head. 
New York was still New York. The city. The taxis, the food stands, some things were still the same. Others, not so much. 
I really have been missing out a lot, haven’t I? He asked himself as he looked at a big billboard that mentioned something about love and car insurance. Are they really comparing love to that? He scoffed in disbelief. He knew they had to be joking, right? Or is love now just different? He had never really fallen in love before but he could imagine how it would feel like. Sure, he would be interested in a girl; like Dolores Huerta, but he could never say what it felt like to be in love.
 Bucky shook his head and looked at the floor. 
Putting both hands on his waist, he shook his head and looked around, “I gotta get outta here. Somewhere where it doesn’t feel packed.” and that’s what he did.
 After passing a few blocks that mostly consisted of apartments, and occasional small businesses, he stopped in front of one particularly odd place. He couldn’t recall seeing it before, but something about this business screamed old and new, and he liked it. 
To his surprise, the building was located on a corner- clean, but it held a rustic atmosphere. The doors were a dark shiny red and the squared windows were clean and their frames were as dark as a polished shoe. It read, “Antilly’s Books”. 
Books, he thought. How long had it been since he had read a good book? Too long. The bookstore seemed to be secluded from the city. It didn’t even feel like New York just by looking at the little bookstore. There were rarely any people in there and he felt somewhat relieved. He needed  something like this. 
Stepping in was also a relief. As he opened the door, a little bell rung, announcing his presence. He was a bit startled, but saw no one in sight except for a girl. The girl seemed to be too focused to even notice his presence as she had her body slightly crouched, eye leveled to the books, going through each book with her index finger as she muttered her way through. Bucky couldn’t help but stare in awe. The way her hair was tied back into a ponytail and the way she would push her glasses up the bridge of her nose to keep them from slipping seemed like such a simple act in a simple life. He wanted to be like her. She would probably be studying by the looks of her age; something in the arts-maybe even be in a relationship. She probably met her boyfriend in a shop like this, he scoffed to himself and smiled. He would probably like the same things as her, they would eventually marry, travel the world if they’re interested, and have kids. She looks like she could have 2-3 kids and maybe even a- wait what am I thinking? He scolded himself shaking his head. I’m already invested in a strangers life and they don’t even know- THEY’RE LOOKING AT ME RIGHT NOW SHIT-
“Oh hi! I’m sorry I didn’t notice you were here for a while, you probably need help looking for something, do you?” she asked as she swiftly approached him. Her ponytail swaying back and forth. She works here, he thought as he drew a sharp breath.
What am I supposed to say? “Uhh yeah. I don’t really know where to start-“
She laughs and beams him a smile. “Well that’s what they all say. Lucky for you, it’s my job to help. Now tell me, how often do you read?”
Well it’s been decades- “just a few months.” He quickly said.
She gave him a look. A look that he had never gotten used to. The one his mom would give him when he’d lie. He hated it and almost felt like confessing.
“Years.” She said affirmatively before nodding her head, “It’s been years. You haven’t read a book in years. But there’s no shame in that. I’m glad you stopped by because we’re gonna get you back on track honey.”
Honey. He thought. Is she calling me that just for me? Or has she called other clients of hers that haven’t read a book in years honey?
“Now, tell me something,” she said as she started leading the way, “do you prefer BIG chunks of books like 500 page books? Or generally short ones?”
He shook his head and shrugged. “Whatever you want.” He put his hands on his pockets and a small smile played on his lips. “Surprise me.”
She turned to him, already looking at a few bookshelves and raised a surprised eyebrow at him, “Surprise you? I’m not going to surprise you. I’m going to blow your mind and I just know how.” She said the last part challengingly as if this were a dare.
“Follow me,” she said as he followed. Her back now facing him, “Oh I bet, you’re going to love this. You’re going to love it so much, you’ll even come back again just to ask me for another recommendation! The look on your face! Ha!” She said as she shot her hands up, walking through the isles like a mad scientist that had just found a cure to a disease.
“That is, if  I like it.” 
“Oh, you will. I’m certain of it.”
Bucky said no more and decided to keep his mouth shut. He just held a smile to himself and continued to follow the woman in the bookstore. From what it seemed, it looked like they were the only ones in the store. Whatever Sam intended, he didn’t know if he would consider this as fun but it was definitely something.
“Have you found it?” He asked after the minute she stopped at an isle, hands behind his back like a gentleman.
She scanned the shelves like earlier, crouched and index finger roaming each and every one of the books. She finally stopped at one and quickly pulled it out. “Aha! Okay! I found it! Close your eyes.” She instructed.
“What? Close my eyes? What am I- t-ten to you?” He asked followed by a loud shhhhh from her. 
“Just do as I say, okay?”
“Okay,”
Bucky could feel her pull the book from behind her back and was that a smile he was sensing?
“Since you haven’t read a book in over a couple of years, I thought it’d be a good idea to stick to something...classic.”
Classic  he repeated. Classic sounds good.
“I hope this is to your liking. You seem like you would but go ahead, open your eyes.”
When he opened his eyes, he instantly saw a copy of “The Beautiful and Damned.” one of his favorites. He actually had the opportunity to read the book before there was even a war to go to.
It was quite simple actually, there was a bookstore near where he lived. His mother would work here and there to make ends meet and they had just enough to go to school and with the money he’d get for lunch, he’d take portions of that money and save enough to buy a book or two. One day, when he was 16, he had saved what seemed to be enough so he took his money to go to the bookstore. There, he noticed that it wouldn’t be possible for him to buy a book until another week, maybe two.
f  l  a  s  h  b  a  c  k: 
“What seems to be the problem, young man?” A man that seemed to be the owner asked.
“Nothin’ sir.”
“Oh c’mon boy. You know that’s a lie. Really, what’s on your head?”
Biting his lip hesitantly, he answers, “it’s just that...I don’t have enough money to buy a book.”
He looks over to the man who nods and looks away in thought.
“I see. Why don’t you pick a book you like?” 
Didn’t he hear me? I told him I didn’t have enough money.
“But sir-“
“Yes I heard you. I’m not that old you know,” he joked. “Pick out a book you like, then come see me at the front desk. We’ll sort something out young man.”
He nodded and thanked him.
One thing that he never seemed to forget was his respect for the elderly. His mother taught him that (along with respecting women). It was natural of him to always be respectful towards elders. A habit of his.
After a few minutes of not finding anything, the man approached him again
“I’ve seen you have been having trouble picking a book. Other boys your age would just stick to putting a Huxley cover over a gentleman's magazine and sneak them through thinking an old man like me wouldn’t notice.” He said letting out a small laugh at the end.
“You seem like you need something new, refreshing. You need change, boy. And I know just how to help.” He said before speaking up shortly,
“Follow me.”
It seemed just right. Behind the counter, the man pulled out a book that seemed to be new. The man had the book in his hands and waved it to him.
“The Beautiful and Damned?” 
The man nodded, “I know, I know. It doesn’t have a title necessarily appealing to ‘men’ but it’s brand new. Not one single other store has a copy and the authors friend actually gave it to me. Met the author actually. A nice fella he is. Give it a read, see if you like it. I would’ve liked to have something like that when I was your age so think of it as a gift, alright boy?”
Bucky’s eyes widened at the amount of information the man had given him, “Y-yes sir.” He stutters at a loss for words, “Thank you. I-I don’t know how to thank you.”
The man smiled at him faintly and waved his hand down wards, “Please, there’s no need for that but you can start by calling me by my name. I’m Stuart Lieber.”
E N D  of  f l a s h b a c k : 
“Do you like it?” She had asked.
“Well Darlin’, I haven’t even read it yet.” He lied. “What made you want to give me this?”
“You looked like you needed something, different. You seem like you need something new, refreshing. You need change.” Her words echoed in his mind.
She seemed to struggle with her words before speaking up. “I know it probably doesn’t look as appealing as it would. Most men don’t read any of Fitzgerald’s works and stick to things more…”
“...more…?”
She sighed in defeat. “Explicit.” She said disappointingly. “It’s a shame really, not many people have such appreciation for literature as they did in the 20’s or 40’s.” a hint of sadness lingered around her voice.
She spoke up and startled a small laugh in hopes to break the awkward silence, “Kinda makes you wish you were born in another era, right? But that’s enough of me talking.” She said before shaking her head with a smile in attempt to try to forget what she just said.
There was so much going inside Bucky’s mind. Lots of thinking. Maybe this was the first time in years he’s been thinking too much.
Little did he know, he didn’t say anything-causing the woman in front of him to start mentally panicking. 
Oh God, she thinks, This is what happens when you’re too nice you start to freak them out. Look at him, he’s thinking, contemplating on whether he should leave and how he’s gonna do it without ‘hurting me’. 
“I see what you mean,” Bucky said softly after a moment of thinking, “Things aren’t the same here as they were back then. People change, life changes. It’s not like we can really go back to before but we always have-“
“-little reminders?”
Bucky presses his lips into a straight line trying not to smile but the woman in front of him notices a small smile, “Yeah,” he says, “little reminders.”
She nods and smiles as well feeling like she just discovered something, “Okay,” she smiles, “In how much time do you think you can finish that book?”
Bucky feels a boyish smile creep up but is quick to replace it with a smirk, feeling his older self shine.
 He smirks, and holds the book with his right hand, slightly leaning it against him, “How much time?” He asks.
 Before he can even open his lips again, the woman speaks up. “You know what?” She asks as she puts her hand out to stop him, “Surprise me,” 
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A/N: IM HONESTLY SO PROUD OF THIS??? Did you guys get the references? (Hint: Stan LEE). 
also, want to be added to a tag list so you know when the next chapter comes up? Message me with the name of the book (I have another series too) so I don’t get confused lol
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where-is-keith · 6 years
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       Saturday, November 18, 6:15 pm
             Lance                     about to go on for the last time <3             see you after the show!
         Saturday, November 18, 10:45 pm
              Lance                        can’t find you, gotta head to the cast                party. i’ll see you at home tonight.
          Sunday, November 19, 12:50 am
              Lance                 leah’s driving me hmeo i missed you                tonigfht
          Sunday, November 19, 1:32 am
               Lance                where era you
          Sunday, November 19, 10:36 am
               Lance              where did you go last night? i missed you                   at the show and you weren’t home when                 i got home
          Sunday, November 19, 2:26 pm
               Lance                   keith?
It had been approximately 27 hours since he had last seen Keith and hadn’t heard a single thing from him. No phone call, no text, no lazy handwritten post it note pressed against the fridge; nothing. At first it had been easy to brush it aside but every hour that went by without him coming home had made it difficult and waking up to find Keith’s room empty had made it impossible. He was driving himself crazy and was almost certain that the open door was taunting him because every time he looked up he’d expect to see Keith groggy eyed with bed head ambling out from his bedroom with a dopey expression plastered on his face.
Instead what he saw was the sun casting a warm glow on an empty bed and it caused his stomach to drop every time; as if he was expecting different results from the first 20 times he had walked by. But Lance continued to torture himself hoping against all logic that this was all just a bad dream that he’d wake up from because it was easier to play pretend than to admit that Keith, the boy who meant the entire world to him, might be gone. He didn’t want to think about what that would mean or imagine his life without Keith in it because while he can still recall a time before  him his life felt brighter with the other boy in it. Lighter even, like the feeling of stepping off a roller-coaster when adrenaline and excitement is still bubbling within. Everything felt more complete.
It was almost alarming how Lance couldn’t recall grabbing his wallet and keys from the side table until he was standing in their apartments hallway with the fluorescent light shining down above him. Though he continued to let his legs move, working on autopilot, because in all honestly he didn’t know what he was doing because everything felt wrong and while he was physically present his mind was miles away. Only half aware of clicking the down button on the elevator an upwards of 10 times with an older lady looking at him with an expression that could only be explained as a mixture of confusion and exasperation.
“Do you live in the building?” Lance found himself blurting out, his hands shaking at his sides when the lady nodded. “Do you, um–” He pulled his phone out of his back pocket clicking the button to illuminate the screen and tilted it towards her, “Have you seen this boy recently?”
“Yes.” His heart soared, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulder, “Yesterday morning.” Just like that he felt himself deflate with the weight of the world crushing down on him.
He was no closer to knowing where Keith was.
But maybe Shiro did.
Lance had been to this house hundreds of times before but never had he stood on the other side of the door with shaky hands and an erratic heartbeat. He was nervous because whatever answers he received they could never be unheard and that made him hesitant because there was a good chance that whatever he found out would be the exact things that he didn’t want to hear.
Taking a deep breath in hopes that the act itself would lessen his nerves he brought his hand up and rang the doorbell once, ignoring the underlying hope that maybe Shiro wouldn’t be home and he could put this off. Of course nothing was ever that simple and he watched as the door pulled open to reveal Shiro smiling across at him. “Come on in, Lance.” Hesitantly, he made his way off of the porch and through the threshold into the house moving towards the couch to sit down.
“Can I get you anything?” Shiro asked and there was something about his expression, the small hesitant smile, that made a lump in his throat form and his knee bounce where he was sat on the couch in Shiro’s living room. It was the kind of expression he had seen on others before when they knew they were about to share bad news and were nervous on how the person would react.
It made Lance want to get up and flee, to go home and curl up in his bed with the covers drawn up over his head like he used to when he was little and was scared of monsters. Except this time the terror wasn’t in the form of a giant shadow monster coming to get him but rather the confirmation that Keith – someone who meant the entire world to him – was truly gone and not even Keith’s brother knew where.
“Yeah, uh, tea?” The words came out raspy, the side-effect of trying to force the words to come out, and he was thankful that Shiro didn’t say anything and instead nodded before making his way into the kitchen leaving him alone with his thoughts. He didn’t necessarily want tea but what he did want was a moment to get himself together and brace himself for what came next. Lance could do this and even if he couldn’t he had  to.
In an attempt to keep himself from panicking and talking himself out of this newly formed courage to face this head on he let himself he let his eyes wander around the immediate vicinity. None of it were things he hadn’t seen before the beige painted walls were the same, the plant in the corner by the windows was still there but perhaps had grown larger, and there was still a pile of books scattered on the living room table in front of him. He took a moment to read the titles on the books -  The Hidden Reality, The Great Beyond, The Fabric of Reality  - and several other books remained that Lance quite frankly lost interest in knowing the titles of. Instead he found himself looking to the left where there were two shelving units with more books but the books themselves weren’t what caught his attention, it was the pictures.
He could see several pictures of Shiro and Slav together, with bright smiles and eyes filled with fondness, some on their wedding day and others on days that Lance couldn’t determine. Though those weren’t the pictures that he found himself staring at with his fingers digging into his legs but rather the ones containing Keith. There was one in particular, one taken a year earlier, of Keith and himself, it was on the Shiro and Slav’s wedding day and Keith was in a suit and Lance had his arm strewn across his shoulder showing off a bright grin. He could recall the moment so clearly, how nervous Keith had been about giving a best man speech, and how Lance had been right there trying his best to calm him down. He wished he could go back to that moment because they were so happy and Keith was still  there .
“I like that photo too.” The sudden words caused Lance to jump back slightly as Shiro set a black mug on the table in front of him. “It’s one of the only photos from that day where he didn’t look overtly uncomfortable.”
“He really hated that suit, complained about how uncomfortable it was the entire time.” He recalled with a fond smile and it was almost easy to forget why he was here in the first place.  Almost .
“I know you said Keith wasn’t here when I texted you but I wanted to ask, did he say anything about where he was going last night?” Lance questioned, wasting no time and trying to get it out of the way before he lost his nerve.
It was hard to miss the confusion plastered all over Shiros expression as he sat down in a chair across from him. “Last night?”
“Yeah, he told me he was coming here before my show.”
He watched as Shiro’s expression morphed into a frown and saw the confliction pass over before he leaned forward ever so slightly before he spoke. “I’m sorry, Lance, he wasn’t here. I haven’t seen Keith since Thursday.”
Just like that he felt all his resolve shatter.
He lost all ability to think rationally as he pushed himself up muttering a quick “ I have to go ” before pulling his shoes on and ignoring Shiro calling his name as he left.
‘He wasn’t here.’
It was as if the whole had world tipped on it’s axis, leaving everything off kilter.
Keith didn’t go to Shiro’s.
Keith lied.
If he didn’t go to Shiro’s then where did he go?
And where is he now?
His head was filled to the brim with questions that he didn’t have the answers for but what he  did  know was this: He wouldn’t stop asking them until he did because Lance was never going to give up until he found Keith.
“I will find you, Keith, I promise.”
       Sunday, November 19, 6:47 pm
Shiro
Hi Lance, Slav just came home and said that Keith Had dropped out of his class on the 16th. Hope this helps.
There had been something inherently discomforting about sitting across from two police officers and having them dissect everything you say and having little insight into what was going on in their heads. It had Lance shifting in his seat every couple seconds, his unease, plainly evident but he was determined to find out where Keith was but he knew he couldn’t do it on his own. That had made it easier to push past the uncomfortable feeling as he spent under an hour answering all their questions and told them everything that he thought might help them find Keith before they sent him off to play the waiting game while they looked into it.
“–even listening? Lance!”
The sudden yell of his name had shaken him out of the trance he had been in, for who knows how long, and looked over at Hunk who currently was sprawled out on the worn couch that was pressed up against the living room wall.
“What?” He hadn’t meant for it to come out in a snappish tone and immediately felt guilt consume him as he watched his friend’s expression that had been one of annoyance morph into a frown.
“Can you please stop clicking your pen?”
“Hm?” It was only that moment that the consistent, but frantic, clicking sound had registered in his head and immediately stopped and tossed the pen onto the coffee table in front of him. “Sorry.”
Hunk didn’t reply but Lance watched as his friend stared over at him for several moments before sighing and placing the laptop that had been in his lap onto the table as well. He knew Hunk well enough to sense that he was about to get a well meaning lecture.
“Have you been sleeping?” It was the kind of question that someone asked, despite already knowing the answer, and wished he could lie. He didn’t want to have the conversation that he knew was coming but this was Hunk who was asking and Lance never lied to him and he wasn’t about to start.
Toying with the pages in his notebook that was still balanced against his legs, that had been pulled up to rest his notebook on, he sighed. “Not really but I guess you knew that already.” Hunk didn’t even bother to look sheepish at his reply but Lance hadn’t really expected him to.
“I say this out of kindness but you look awful. I know you’re worried about Keith but you still have to take care of yourself.” This wasn’t the first time he heard this, the same well-meaning advice laid out in different words, but he wished everyone would stop.
“It’s been  four  days Hunk and he’s still gone. How am I expected to sleep? I just wish they would tell me something, anything.”
“They will, Lance, you just have to wait and maybe you should use that time to shower.” Hunk stated with a small hesitant smile trying to lighten up the mood a little.
“Hey! I resent that implication.” He stated and clapped a hand dramatically to his chest, mock wounded.
“Yeah, yeah.” Hunk waved a hand brushing it off and grabbed his laptop again. “Go back to your notes and please, no pen clicking this time, I’m trying to focus.”
It was the following day and Lance for the briefest of moments had thought that things were going to get better, that he was finally going to get the answers he wanted.
He was wrong.
Which was plainly evident as he stared at Officer Iverson as he told him that they looked into the case and there was nothing criminal about it; that Keith left on his own violation and until there was evidence to contradict that it was out of their hands. Lance had barely heard him as he left because all he could hear was the pounding of his heart.
All it took was 5 days for them to decide that finding Keith didn’t matter, just 120 hours before they stopped looking into it.  
The Police didn’t know Keith like Lance did. They weren’t there for every yelled goodbye, didn’t see the hurried handwriting on post it notes stuck to the fridge, or pull open a text conversation to see a ‘went out be out later’ on the bright screen below. It was what they did and he didn’t think Keith would just suddenly leave without letting him know which is why Lance wasn’t willing to buy into their story about how Keith leaving was voluntary.
They’d never leave without a goodbye.
Never.
The thought struck something in him, a sudden light bulb going off, and in a frantic pace Lance ran to the kitchen towards the fridge that had nothing but a grocery list laid out underneath a magnet. He didn't expect for anything to be on the fridge, not foolish enough to think something would appear days after he already checked but it didn’t stop him from dropping to the floor scanning frantically underneath in case something fell. His eyes moved from all around finding nothing but dust and a forgotten penny.
Pushing himself up from the floor with the mental reminder to vacuum he made a beeline from the fridge to where a bright fluorescent green post it pad was left tossed on the counter where it always was with a pencil beside it. Without hesitation he grabbed it and with the determination of a man with nothing but desperation dragged the pencil from one side to the other frantically scribbling across the pad like he had seen people do on all those crime shows he’d watch on tv.
Once the pencil hit the end of the pad he stared down at the pad as if it had all the answer but felt all his resolve crumble when all that was there were his pencil marks. He was right back where he started with no leads and no help.
He wasn’t ready to give up on Keith but he wasn’t foolish enough to think he could do this on his own; he was just one boy and there was only so much he could do but if he had help… maybe. He had no idea what he was doing but he knew he had to do something since no one else seemed to care about the startling absence that Keith left. It’s like time stopped but everyone else kept moving while he stayed stuck in position with his mind going a mile a minute trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together but the problem was all the pieces were missing. All he knew was that one day his best friend was still there and the next he was gone but no one else seemed to care but him. Which meant this; he would have to be the one to find him and the only way he could think of was to start a blog, hope it would gain traction, and someone who knew something would stumble upon it and give him some clues that would help him get the answers he so desperately longed for.
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badcowboy69 · 7 years
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You ready for this one Travis!? A7, A17, B9, B12, C1, C5, C6, D1, D2, D5, E1, E8, F5, F10, F11, F12, H1, H8, H9, I1, I6, J1, J5, J6, L1, L2, and L4!
Hooo boy...well, this took a while and it was pretty fun having Travis answer the questions.  He was so flattered that you did that!  He also hopes he did well as he’s never answered this many questions at one time before!  Anyway, long reading ahead! Thanks so much for asking these, we both appreciate it!
A7  Is your OC confident in their reactions to life in general, or do they get embarrassed or easily shamed for it? I.e., if something startles them, do they insist it WAS scary? When they cry, do they feel like they overreacted?    
Ain’t nothing to be ashamed of in how you react to life.  So yeah, I reckon I am confident in those things.  Crying though is another story.  I don’t like to cry in front of people, especially someone I know or love.  Ain’t saying it can’t and won’t happen, but I do all I can to make it not happen.  Does that make sense? Really, though, if I cry when I’m angry about something, you best be taking cover because that means seriously bad things are going to start happening.  
A17  What’s one of your OC’s proudest moments of themselves?
Hmmm...I reckon it’d certainly gotta be me taking my motorcycle and trekking across the country to the Commonwealth in search of cats.  Lots of unexplored territory to be sure.  I ventured into the unknown if you think about it.  Had my pip-boy update terrain maps and stuff like that if I found a computer somewheres.  I mostly avoided any towns and stayed as far from people as I could.  It wasn’t until I got to the DC area where I tried to mingle with folks.  They seemed right pleasant and all.  Found Boston, found the cats, and found one hell of a guy too.  So a’yup, taking a huge risk like that’s  gotta be my proudest moment.
B9  What kind of humor does your OC like the most? Slapstick, ironic, funny sounds, scare pranks, xD sO rAnDoM…
I love sarcastic wit and snappy comebacks the best.  But still, anything that makes me laugh I like.  I also like making people laugh.  Scare pranks are wrong, though.  Jokes are meant to be funny, not showing how much of a dick you are.
B12  Your OC orders something to eat and gets their order done in a pretty wrong way, something they can’t just pick off or whatnot to correct, or something major is missing. What do they do?  
Well, when having a complaint you should always start with a positive before the negative that way the person you’re talking to don’t get defensive.  I’d tell the waiter that this is fantastic and looks or tastes great (if I already took a bite).  Then I’d go on to say, however, I really was wanting this or that.  Whatever the issue is wasn’t done on purpose or to piss you off so why treat it like that?  
C1  Does your OC have a moral code? If not, how do they base their actions? If so, where does it come from, and how seriously do they take it?
I always had a thing about a true man keeping his word (that goes for the ladies too really).  I won’t say or promise anything I don’t mean or don’t intend to do.  Hell, I’m even the kind of person where if I promised I’d do something and me and that person had a falling out I’d still try and keep my promise to them regardless.  Trust me, I take that pretty seriously.  You can’t keep your word then you probably can’t be trusted none either.
C5   Do your OC’s morals and rules of common decency go out the window when it comes to those they don’t like, or when it’s inconvenient? Aka, are their morals situational?
Hmm...reckon it does depend on the situation.  I mean, I don’t like unarmed people getting hurt, but if I see some weaponless Fiend out in the desert trying to rape a woman or choke a kid, mark my word they will get a bullet up their ass. Sometimes one’s gotta forget what’s considered morals and do what’s right.
C6,   What do they do when they see someone asking for money or food? If they ignore them, why? If they help, how so?
I’ve been told I’m a phil...umm...philly antro pissed or something like that.  I got more caps than I really need and already do a bunch of donations to the Bitter Springs Refugee Camp and to Fort Mormon.  Ain’t too many people in Freeside or in New Vegas begging for money or food these days, but out in the Mojave it’s something that unfortunately happens from time to time.  I do what I can to help them, but not to the point where they become a leech.  I ain’t nobody’s father.
D1,  How religious is your OC? What do they practice, if anything? If they don’t associate with any religion, what do they think of religion in general?
Ain’t religious.  I reckon you can say I’m spiritual of sorts, but I don’t follow anything set.  I mean, it’s pretty nice thinking someone or something out there is watching over me.  But I’m not sure what to make of it.  Religion, well, no.  It’s all an organized cult if you think about it.  No thanks.
D2,  Do they believe in an afterlife?
I am torn on this one.  I’d like to think there’s something in the great beyond.  I know I was pretty much dead after getting shot, but I don’t remember much of that let alone what came afterwards.
D5,  Do they believe in ghosts? If not, why? If so, do they think they’re magical/tie into their religion, or are they scientifically plausible?
I’ve seen a lot of unexplained shit out in the Mojave and sometimes I’ve even been helped by a mysterious stranger of sorts from time to time.  Ain’t sure if they were a ghost or not, but I have a feeling we ain’t exactly alone.  
E1,  Would you say that your OC is intelligent? In what ways? Would your OC agree?
I think I’m pretty dang smart.  Now, I know I ain’t no genius or anything and I surely don’t have the smarts a lot of other people have, but, I think I still am rather intelligent.  In battles I plot things out instead of rushing head-first into them.  I can learn things rather quickly and know a lot about a lot.  Lots of my smarts got me out of situations that could have gone very badly otherwise.  I know I still got lots to learn, or relearn rather, but then again who doesn’t?
E8,  What’s one of your OC’s biggest regrets?  
Hate to even answer this, but probably getting involved with a certain NCR First Recon Sniper is my biggest regret.  Now don’t go telling me crap about that ‘loved and loss’ shit...trust me...I would have much rather to not know what that loss felt like or even that love.  I used to wonder if he only got involved with me ‘cause he didn’t think he’d live much longer or something and wanted to feel affection one last time.  
F5, How handy are they? Can they fix appliances, cars, cabinets, et cetera?
Ain’t much I can’t fix, really.  Robots, appliances, guns... Hell, I fixed up a motorcycle by using the energy cores from Mister Handy robots in order to make it run.  If that don’t say handy then I don’t know what would.  Currently I’m studying the old Giddyup Buttercup toys.  What’s a cowboy without a horse?  Gonna make me a full sized one using the old toy as a model as well as pre-war books to help me understand how those critters functioned.
F10,  Do they engage in any of the arts? How good do you intend them to be? Would they agree they are?
Is playing a guitar arts?  Probably not.  Ummm...I do draw once in awhile, but ain’t nothing too fancy or spectacular.  Not sure if writing is considered an art, but I do that dang good.  Painting, not so much.  I tried and it’s horrible.  Acting...well, I suppose I can be good at that.  I was told I can bullshit my way out of anything.
F11,  What are some of their favorite things to do for recreation? How did they get into it? What part of it do they like the most?
You sure you want me to be answering something like this?  Sex!   Ok ok I’ll be serious!  I like to fish in the non-radiated waters of Lake Mead. Got into it because I like to eat hah!  I like to camp and I do like to explore.  Got into that because it was a part of my life as a courier and from what I can scantly recall, when I was a cowboy at a brahmin run.  Riding my motorcycle is a big thing for me.  Once I got one of those working it opened up a whole new world.  
F12, Would they enjoy a theme park?
Ahhh yes!  Riley’s told me all about those and dang I would have loved to go on some of those rides!  In the town of Primm there’s a broken down roller coaster thingy that has been sorta repaired.  Now the trouble is finding out how to make it work and get the cars for it.  Yeah, I know that ain’t a theme park, but I’ll take what I can get.
H1, What is your OC’s orientation, romantic and/or sexual? Has it ever been a source of stress for them? Have they always been pretty sure of their orientation?
Lots of questions in one in this thing, didja notice that?  Lordy...anyhoo, I’m a confirmed bachelor (which means gay).  Ain’t never been a source of stress for me.  Women, now that’s a source of stress.  Lordy, you tell some of them you’re gay and they look at you like you’re crazy or they say stupid shit like they can make you forget all about that and turn.  As for being pretty sure of my orientation, as far back as I’m able to remember, my answer is yes and it’s still a very solid yes right now.  I am romantic and I am sexual, but to only one person.  
H8, What’s your OC’s idea of a perfect date?
Oh, now you’re wanting to see the mush side of me, huh?  Reckon it would be to get all dressed up in something snazzy.  Make the first stop somewheres nice to eat.  Have some wine maybe while we chat about stuff.  Afterwards take a small stroll arm in arm to a lake or a nice place facing west.  I’ll build a campfire and we can watch the sunset when it happens.  Just the two of us enjoying the outside and peace in each other’s company is the best really.  Good food followed by good company all sound perfect to me.
H9, What are some things that your OC finds to be an instant turn-off in potential partners?
Man, I don’t like hateful people or people stuck on themselves.  I also really dislike loud-mouth drunks or people who can’t take no for an answer.  I reckon, too, anyone that’s mean to critters can be part of the list.  
I1, What are their favorite kinds of flavors– Sweet, salty, sour, spicy, creamy, et cetera?
HOT!  I love hot and spicy foods.  People say I probably burned my tastebuds to hell from eating hot stuff so much, but that ain’t true.  I also have a sweet tooth and do like fruity flavors as well.
I6, Could they eat the same thing they enjoy over and over and not get bored of it quickly?
Oh heck yeah!  I can probably eat jalapenos all the time and most certainly a nice brahmin rib-eye steak!  I like to drink beer and not get bored of it, but is that considered a food?
J1, Where does your OC stand most politically? What would they align with most?
For me as long as the cause is just and has the interests of the people and critters I’ll support them.
J5, Are they or would they protest for a cause they’re passionate about?
Yeah, I would protest something as long as the meanings behind it are just. Sometimes people bitch about something just to bitch and it makes things worse.  I can’t stand that.  Stand up for what you believe in, but make sure it’s really what you want and will change things for the better.
J6, How do they react to people whose political viewpoints are very opposite of theirs?
As long as they don’t shove it in my face I really don’t pay them much mind.  We’re all allowed to have different likes and viewpoints.  However, like in the case of Caesar’s Legion...no.  That’s bad!  You’re bad!  End of story!
And now for the section directed at me, Travis’ mun!
L1, How have your characters changed since you created them?
Travis has been part of me ever since I was a little cowgirl.  He went from me being a cowboy riding a palomino stallion to becoming a created video game character taking over New Vegas in Fallout New Vegas.  He then went on to age six years so he could be involved in the life of a certain sole survivor (and simply be involved in the Fallout 4 world).  Travis is also alive and well in the world of Sims 4.  Not too much has changed with him, but with him becoming more “alive” in the Fallout world it’s been amazing and fun developing him.  
L2  What do you consider the biggest themes in your character, if any?
He’s always a country boy in western garb.  Even in his Sims life he can be found sporting a cowboy hat and boots, playing a guitar, loving country music, and just being a sweet good ole boy.
L4!  Would you hang out with your OC if you could?
Even though he is pretty much me for the most part, yes, I would most certainly hang out with him.  He’s a fun, and loving great guy who is very playful and kind.
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