#and you know how when i use chinese im MINIMALIST

[cometchasr]

House searching with whoever’s causing you the most brain rot at the moment

ask game (SEND ME PROMPTS)

ooo! that would be 浦昼 and 泉玡, but im incompetent in chinese and it necessitates using my real real name (one of a kind bc feng shui) (yes, this SI uses my real name). so its kei and kiga

this is absolutely not about house hunting but i have no clue how to write that so. sorry

"So, house searching?"

"I mean, it's not like you can keep living in my tiny apartment forever. At least Kiga has a place to go back to," Hiro smiled, not looking away from scrolling through the website.

"But... how are we going to pay for this? And will it be good enough for all three of us? And... and..." Kei clasped his hands together, staring at them. Hiro took one of those hands and wrapped it in his own, smiling gently.

"We'll be using your money, of course. Where else would we get it?"

Kei sighed. He seemed to do that a lot nowadays, after everything that had happened recently. But he returned a smile of his own, eventually.

"Sorry. I always forgot you did that whole thing. And got away with it, nonetheless..."

Kiga laughed from his position lying on Hiro's bed. "We stole a few hundred million dollars, no big deal."

Hiro shook his head wryly, returning to stare at the monitor. "Haiya... c'mon, we actually have to buy this house." Kiga rolled over to face them, rolling his eyes and grumbling about how they didn't need to rush so much. Kei laughed at it, and they moved along.

They spent a while just scrolling through the listings and goofing off (Hiro pretending to collapse at the sight of minimalist design, constant diversions to random topics, an argument on who would sleep on the floor that night), but eventually something caught Kiga's eye.

"Wait, that one! It looks nice," he grinned, grabbing the mouse and scrolling back up to where it was.

They looked through the details. They seemed to fit perfectly. Soon they'd arranged everything for a visit.

That night, Hiro lost and had to sleep on the floor. He stared up at the ceiling of his room, hands behind his head, tail flicking lazily. Sometimes he missed this: the days before they'd entered his life, when he stared at the ceiling and the music flowed in his head.

He wouldn't exchange them for the world, though. Kei and Kiga were his, and he was theirs, and he loved them. They were everything to him.

He felt a hand tugging at his elbow. Shaking off the random thoughts, Hiro looked up to see Kei's face in front of his.

"It's not the same without you there."

"I'm going to fall off," Hiro laughed, but he took Kei's hand anyways and snuggled onto the too-small bed with both of them.

"Well, you'll be falling onto the futon there, so you'll be fine, right?"

(He knew they would never let him fall off anyways. He loved them. They would never allow such a thing.)

They twined all their tails together, and Hiro wrapped his arms around both of them, and it was so warm and so comforting and he never wanted to leave.

Kei kissed him, so quickly it only gave him enough time to know it happened, and he pouted, kissing him back for longer and smirking.

"It needs to be long enough to enjoy, you dumbass."

After some careful maneuvering, all three of them got their kisses of adequate length, and they collapsed back into a cuddle pile.

"G'night, you two... I love you," Kiga murmured.

"Love you too," Kei smiled.

Hiro didn't say anything. He just purred, and it was enough. Everything was perfect.

This was everything he'd ever need. Sunny days, always.

#mine #qna #the silly

[meandmyechoes]

so someone’s working on a translation for the Ahsoka novel on the local forum and I found that it’s rather quaint for us in the Cantonese context to translate.

In standard education, there is a clear distinction between spoken (Cantonese) and written (Chinese), but there’s no rule against transcribing what one says as well, just with less familiar, sometime archaic letters. (and I wouldn’t know how much is internalized as ‘less elegant’ but I digress)

how the translation was handled, was very obviously, Cantonese dialogue plus written Chinese descriptors. (there is movement to revitalise written Cantonese in recent years along with local sentiment.) Regardless, it was rather necessary for the description to remain written Chinese as it’d be quite confusing to read ‘they’ all over the page, since the Cantonese pronoun is not gendered.

My attempt translating a script of The Phantom Apprentice already proved a challenging task. Yet I think there is some sort of shortcut translating into Cantonese than Chinese.

Because as a tonal language, emotions are marked with individual interjection at the end of the sentence. So adding a simple character could sum up the emotion quite conveniently without sieving for the right collocation within the sentence.

Anyway, I just love how smart ass we’re making them talk.

#language #P.S. forgot to say all the names and jargon can be kept in English too what a relief #and that's something you can ONLY do in hk #actually his (i think it's his) translation is a mess but the fight scenes aren't bad #HOW THE KRIFF DO YOU TRANSLATE she's alone something she was never meant to be #i was stuck for like four hours on I KNOW ANAKIN #myechoes #and you know how when i use chinese im MINIMALIST #i don't think i've written anything substantially. whole-heartedly. in chinese since the ryuki review two three? years ago #i did wrote an assignment last year but boy that was so much teenage rebellion #part 2: i don't think he's even gonna continue past the prologue but #that thing REALLY needs at least a copyedit #and i. at the heat of the moment. offered. but that was unwise. #and i kind of left him hanging whether i'd REALLY help him out #because right after our conversation an idiot bumped in and it was not just the usual sexist bullshit #they just. completely missed the point and spun the thread in another direction #and it just reminds me again how poor the level of reading comprehension and critical thinking that crowd is. #that i don't think they really deserve the attention and quality for something i'd be doing for free #and doesn't even require their validation to for a confidence boost #by you're also like: CAN'T LET GRESHAM'S LAW WIN! and there's no salvage for the wretched #i'd say i want to do it by myself it's not a worthy investment #:/

[thedarkangelpuppet]

Cardverse -Minor Arcana Queen of Diamonds

So like I said each Character in the AU is based on a Card.

Moon like the other main Queens are Easy to tell which card they are.

The Suit of the Diamonds is also known as Coins, Pentacles or Bells.

The earliest version being Coins used for Chinese Money cards.

Bells is the Swiss and German version of the Suit before becoming replaced with a Diamond.

This is the card you all probably know.  It shows a woman based on the bibical figure Rachel the second of Jacobs's two wives. She was the aunt of her own adoptive children (Jacobs first wive being her older sister). And eventually had a son.  She was portrayed as a loving mother.

In Tarot the card is called the Queen of Pentacles/Coins.

“The Upright Queen of Pentacles signifies someone down-to-earth, who takes responsibility for many roles in the care for her family. Representing a mature female or feminine presence, the receiver of the Upright Queen of Pentacles has a central focus on childcare and wellbeing. However, the Queen of Pentacles should not be mistaken as only a homebody and housewife. She has the ability to execute effective business strategies under tight time constraints. The Queen of Pentacles works her magic in the background, as she remains quiet about her accomplishments. Lastly, she desires a simple and minimalist lifestyle--she loves to be calculated, careful and vigilant. “

Its how Moon was Most of the Series.

Her Betrayal makes sense if you look at the reversed Queen of Pentacles.

“The Reversed Queen of Pentacles can become unattached from reality, leaving her completely self-centered. Some of her traits include being selfish and jealous when others show greater success. For the card drawer, the Queen of Pentacles indicates misplaced priorities and distractions from long-term goals. This card also indicates that those in the beholders care are ready to be independent and responsible for their own lives. The beholder has reached a rewarding point where their loved ones are strong enough to make their own decisions. In order to return to her Upright state, the Queen of Pentacles needs to become grounded again. “

She was Jealous of Eclipsa and wanted her out of her daughter's life. A daughter that was growing up to be her own person. Moon wasn´t ready to let go. 

- Im going to do the other cards later- and make a Masterpost for all the cards-

#Cardverse Au #Svtfoe #star vs the forces of evil #Interdimensional Affairs AU #queen moon #moon butterfly

[maerveil]

50 Questions You Have Never Been Asked

i was tagged by @loverofelves​ :3c thank u <3

1. What is the color of your hairbrush?

black, nothing special, my mom got it from a dollar store for me bc my old one was literally falling apart but i refused to replace it

2. A food you never eat?

the only thing i can think of that i would probably not eat even if that meant it gets thrown away is steak, or any cut of red meat. i have a lot of trouble swallowing it for some reason. most other foods i hate i would still rather eat than waste them

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold?

theres no really comfortable temperature for me i think. im always either too warm or too cold. but since i spend most time in my bedroom which only gets sunlight for about 4 hours a day, im usually too cold

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?

painting with watercolours and listening to music

5. What is your favorite candy bar?

i avoid sweets so i dont really know the different breeds of candy bar

6. Have you ever been to a professional sporting event?

ive participated in a few swimming tournaments when i was younger and a friend dragged me to see an ice hockey match a few years ago

7. What was the last thing you said out loud?

'hey’ at my cats because they were climbing my shelf....

8. What is your favorite ice cream?

not really a flavour, but strawberry sundae, with real strawberries and white chocolate... theres nothing quite like it

9. What was the last thing you had to drink?

tap water

10. Do you like your wallet?

its a huge black leather wallet. i wanted one like this really bad when i was like 14 yrs old, now i kinda think its too big. but i like that it has space for all kinds of clutter like cards and pictures... i want to say i feel neutral about it but considering how long ive had it im probably at least a little attached

11. What was the last thing you ate?

a small bowl of plain oats with milk for breakfast

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

no... im saving my money for useless things rn!

13. The last sporting event you watched?

im really not into sports so whenever i watch sports it i dont do so deliberately. uhm. i think biathlon was on tv one time a few months ago when i visited my dad

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?

i like it when its sweet but not so much that your fingers get terribly sticky from it

15. Who was the last person you sent a text message to?

my dad probably

16. Ever go camping?

yea i went camping w my dad a lot when i was younger, almost every summer for 8 years. im mentioning my dad a lot here. we are not as close as one might think

17. Do you take vitamins?

no

18. Do you go to church every Sunday?

no im too pretty

19. Do you have a tan?

no, but my right arm is a bit red from sitting on my balcony too long yesterday

20. Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza?

depends entirely on my mood, i dont have a general preference

21. Do you drink your soda with a straw?

only when i want to act like a slut which is never

22. What color socks do you usually wear?

i usually wear black tights

23. Ever drive above the speed limit?

I CANT DRIVE AND I NEVER WILL and if you drive above the speed limit thats +5 on your sin counter. i will know

24. What terrifies you?

those scary creepypasta images, communication, and anything unpredictable. also the possibility that jjba part 7 will be animated entirely in cgi

25. Look to your left what do you see?

a manga panel of dio i traced and taped to my wall, a bunch of jjba prints, and a tiny sticker of diego

26. What core do you hate?

if this is about music... i actually dont even want to spell out the name of that genre, thats how disgusting it is. its got to do with anime

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?

that time in like, 7th grade, where english class was mostly about learning australian vocabulary

28. What is your favorite soda?

i dont drink soda im so scared of the liquid sugar but like cherry or vanilla coke probably

29. Do you go into a fast food place or just hit the drive through?

i dont ever go to fast food places, but if i did id hit the drive thru. inside its too loud and i hate when people can watch me eat

30. Who was the last person you talked to?

in person... my dad i think

31. Favorite cut of beef?

its all bad

32. Last song you listened to?

all the fools sailed away by dio (the band with real life people in it)

33. Last book you read?

der unsichtbare apfel by robert gwisdek. im still reading it actually im just too busy to finish anything rn

34. Favorite day of the week?

saturday of course!! although last night there was someone in front of my window at 3am who screamed for two seconds for seemingly no reason. this stuff doesnt happen on weekdays

35. Can you say the alphabet backwards?

no and im self conscious about it

36. How do you like your coffee?

black!!

37. Favorite pair of shoes?

my dr martens mary janes... easy to get in and out of... simple... cute... whats not to love. theyre starting to fall apart tho bc i wear them all the time

38. At what time do you usually go to bed?

between 9 and 11 pm

39. At what time do you normally get up?

between 5 and 9 am

40. What do you prefer - sunrises or sunsets?

emotionally, sunrises bc sunsets remind me that the day is over and my time has run out... but aesthetically, sunsets

41. How many blankets are on your bed?

two, one weighted and one normal

42. Describe your kitchen plates?

plain white... super boring and i hate them but i used to live with a minimalist and tried to be considerate to avoid conflict

43. Do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage?

rum w cola or pina coladas, but i usually avoid alcohol. makes me feel like a soggy sponge and so sleepy. hate it

44. Do you play cards?

no all card games are bad!!

45. What color is your car?

i cant drive

46. Can you change a tire?

i cant even consider learning how to do it

47. What is your favorite province?

*nods*

48. Favorite job you ever had?

i hate jobs and careers and i would sooner let myself get exploded into a thousand pieces by impact with a speeding train than take up a job again

49. How did you get your biggest scar?

i was 15, in a really bad place mentally, and tried to make a point to someone... uh oh!

50. What did you do today that made someone happy?

this question is guilt tripping me

#abt me

[plvsticheart]

       H E L L O.  i’m  very  happy  to  be  here.  i’m  frankie,  i’m  23  years  old  and  i  live  in  the  central  time  zone;  going  by  the  female  pronouns.  i  think  this  will  be  the  messiest  intro  because  i’ve  gotta  work  tonight,  meaning  i  won’t  be  on  for  the  opening  !  i  am  kind  of  devastated  but  please  (  if  you’d  like  )  click  on  the  heart  and  make  it  red,  so  i  can  crash  into  your  im’s  awkwardly,  or  vice  versa  because  i  might  forget.  i’m  v  excited  ! ! !

in texas, 𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈 𝐋𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐒 is known to most as 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐀. they have been riding with the 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘 for 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒. they’re originally from 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐋𝐔, 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐈 and the 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 is known to be very 𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂 & 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 but the other club members will tell you they are 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐓 & 𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓. as the years go by, they’ve gained a lot of respect in the club and around town. they rarely ever drive a car but when they do 𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐙𝐘 is usually heard blasting. ( jack daniels’ whiskey in a flask, cruising in the middle of the night under a starry sky, thoughtful thinking with an intense contemplative gaze. )

»  basic  information.

full name:  davi  makoa  lyons-silva

nickname(s):  makoa  (  only  a  few  actually  call  him  davi  )

age:  fifty - five    [    55    years    old    ]

date of birth:  december  22nd,  1964

place of birth:  honolulu,  hawaii

romantic / sexual orientation:  demiromantic  +  demisexual

gender + pronouns:  cisgender  male  +  he/him

hometown:  honolulu,  hawaii

languages:  english  &  spanish

nationality:  american

ethnicity:  english,  hawaiian,  chinese,  portuguese

religion:  monotheism  /  not  religious

drinks, smokes & drugs:  yes  /  yes  /  no .

current location:  stratford,  texas

occupation:  tba

»  appearance.

face claim:  keanu  reeves

tattoo(s):  several  /  tbd

piercings:  none

»  inspiration.

john  wick  ( minus being an assassin... unless? wait, no. bad idea. )  from  the  john  wick  trilogy,  dominic  toretto  from  the  fast  and  the  furious  franchise,  i  had  so  many  others  but  they’re  not  coming  to  me.  he’s  only  a  small  %  of  wick  &  toretto,  though.

»  family  information.

parents’ names:  susana  silva  ( † )  &  asher  lyons  ( † )

sibling names:  adelaide,  lizanne,  akoni

relationship:  taken,  long-term partner.

children:  two  ( might eventually be wcs. )

pets:  n/a

»  shitty  biography.

davi, mostly known as makoa, was born in honolulu. he grew up being a military brat. his father served in the air force while his mother was a housewife. his family moved around a lot during his infancy into his adolescence; they moved back to hawaii. 

when it came to school, he was an okay student— makoa managed to graduate high school at the age of 17 and made the decision to not attend college. it just wasn’t for him, but his parents thought otherwise. he needed to be someone... but to have his parents get off his back, he had a few classes at a community college for two years and dropped out; always having three jobs on the side.

he stayed in hawaii until he was 21, having a strong to wander and explore. he was the only lyons kid that decided to leave. long before leaving, uncle mike taught him how to ride a motorcycle. he fell in love with it and hasn’t turned back since.

makoa bought a one-way ticket to california, bought himself a used 1983 HONDA CB 1100F and never felt freer. he rode his motorcycle until he reached texas, riding into a small town that captivated him quicker than he could imagine. it was unexpected and the year of 1985.

he remembers when he met the reapers like it was yesterday. he heard the rumbling purrs of several motorbikes.   /  lmao,  details  are  scarce  bc  i  can’t  think  rn.

started out as a prospect, officially becoming a member toward the end of the year of 1986. he’s been with the reapers mc for 33 years, or maybe 32 years. long story short, he’s LOYAL AF.

makoa has a minimalist lifestyle, doesn’t have many possessions. motorcycle, clothes ( typical white or black shirt(s), jeans, a leather jacket & boots/shoes ), a helmet, and a few other items, including his favorite cologne ( tbd ) sitting on his dresser.

as i mentioned before, he does have two kids. they’re in their early 20s, in school and whatnot out of state. as a father, he is encouraged them to skip town for college and live a life that they have dreamed of. there is a possibility that he told his kids that he repairs motorbikes rather than being in a mc. makoa and his lady are the only ones that know the truth and that might come and bite him in the ass some day. random bullet, but whatever.

when it comes to the reapers, he is there for them 98% of the time. 2% sleeping as he suffers from insomnia. the dude can’t sleep. dark circles under his eyes. big time. but anyway, what is sleep when it comes to being in a club?

loves his fucking whiskey ! he’d be like: ‘what’s your poison? whiskey? vodka?’ mak likes that strong shit, anything to make him numb from time to time.

low key, he’s a teddy bear with a heart of gold. only close members of the mc actually know about it. the twenty-somethings don’t. very protective of his crew.

uHhhhhh.... he’s v new still but i’m sure he’ll progress in time ???? he means well, but could be in instant kill mode at any second if you fuck something up ??? idk, i need to remind myself he’s not a soldier lol

#rideintro. #he’s ancient #i tried my best even if a lot of information is missing #i mean i tried right ?? #but y’all can be the judge of that actually #it’ll get better #but i manage to post it before work even if it’s trash n dumb #yikes pls love me #my apologies sdfghjkluiop

[whimzea-blog]

zeath: heath locks himself out of his apartment while scottys out doing something, it turns out his hot ass neighbour (zane) is just coming back from coffee. zane lets him in his apartment & they hang out for awhile. (they fuck at some point probably idk im bad at prompts)

i made kam the roommate because kam needs more screen time lol

“Come on, Kam, pick up,” Heath muttered into his phone. He pressed it to his ear with his shoulder and checked his pockets for the thousandth time, hoping that his apartment key would miraculously appear. It didn’t.

It was his own damn fault for trying to be healthy and walking to the gym instead of driving. Because if he’d driven, he would have all of his keys now, instead of knowing they were sitting right there on the kitchen counter inside, mocking him.

Kam didn’t pick up. He knocked his head against his door. The landlord took Mondays off, and while she would have to come to let him in, he wasn’t prepared to deal with her wrath at being inconvenienced. He valued his life too much.

“You alright?” an amused voice asked from behind him, and he jumped about a foot, too deep in the throes of self-pity to hear the footsteps.

He knew the voice- it was his neighbor, Zane. He cursed God before turning around. Really? Now? You had to send the hot neighbor right by me at this very moment, when I’m sweaty and gross and locked out of my apartment like a fucking idiot?

“I locked myself out,” Heath finally replied, smiling weakly. “And my roommate isn’t answering his phone.”

“Sounds like a typical Monday,” Zane said, wincing. “Have you tried calling Frida?” Frida, the landlord from Hell.

“I’d rather die from starvation right here on this welcome mat,” Heath answered seriously, and Zane laughed.

“I hear you. She can be…difficult.” Zane jingled his keys in the hand and gestured towards his apartment door. “Well, you’re welcome to hang out in my apartment until you get in touch with your roommate. I can’t let any neighbor of mine die of starvation.”

Zane grinned, and Heath felt his stomach flutter like a schoolgirl. Fuck, he was cute. The adorably messy dark hair and pretty brown eyes got him the most, but he didn’t hate the muscles shifting under his t-shirt, or the hint of chest hair peeking out the top, or the beard he wanted rubbing against his- 

Get it together, Heath scolded himself. 

“Oh, I couldn’t do that to you…at least one of us should have a decent Monday,” Heath said, rubbing the back of his head.

“Well, mine was already decent, but it just got a lot better,” Zane replied, shooting Heath a flirtatious smile before unlocking the door to his apartment and gesturing inside. At least, Heath hoped it was flirtatious. But he doubted it. This guy was probably just really nice. And straight. Like all the other guys in his suitcase of crushes.

Still, if he was offering, Heath wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity. He was entirely too thirsty to do a thing like that.

“Alright,” Heath agreed, following Zane inside.

The apartment was sparsely decorated, with only a few pieces of furniture dotting the living room. The colors were dark and the lines were sharp. It was minimalist and masculine, and Heath loved it right away.

“Do you want something to eat? To drink?” Zane asked. He pointed to a stool at the island in the kitchen and Heath sat. Zane opened the refrigerator and looked inside. “Wow…I guess I need to go grocery shopping.”

Zane pulled out a half-empty bottle of orange juice and a bottle of Bud Light, holding them up in front of Heath sheepishly. “Umm…we can make really ratchet mimosas?”

“Just the orange juice is fine,” Heath said, chuckling.

“Good choice,” Zane agreed. He poured Heath a glass before sticking his head back in the fridge. “And to eat…”

Heath held up his hand. “Let me guess- week-old Chinese leftovers and a jar of mayonnaise?”

Zane pulled a bag of brown, rotten lettuce out of a drawer. They both grimaced. 

“Maybe I’ll order a pizza,” Zane decided, tossing the lettuce into the garbage. “What toppings do you like?”

“Oh, I’m fine. I can wait until later,” Heath said, although he was post-workout and absolutely ravenous. On cue, his stomach grumbled. Zane raised an eyebrow and Heath sighed. “Pepperoni.”

Zane nodded and pulled out his cell phone, and thirty minutes later they were scarfing it down like they hadn’t eaten in weeks. In between bites, they talked. Heath discovered that not only was Zane incredibly gorgeous and adorable, but he also managed to make a living shooting YouTube videos. Heath watched a few on his phone, and he couldn’t believe the number of views they had. But of course, Zane was in them. So he sort of got it.

“What do you do?” Zane asked, leaning against the counter and resting his chin on his hands.

Heath hesitated. He hated this question- especially when guys asked him.

It had all started out on the up-and-up. He had gotten a job as a delivery guy for a very high-end florist in Beverly Hills, bringing celebrities their wedding bouquets and all other manner of floral excess. He had been doing that- in a very manly way, he might add- for about six months, when one day the shop was so slammed and enough people were out sick or had just quit that he was pulled in to learn the register, leaving the other delivery guy to fend for himself. 

The owner was so impressed with his customer service- and how much the little old ladies loved him- that she offered him a job in the shop. He learned quickly, watching the old-timers, reading as much as he could…and now, over the course of two years, he had become an actual…florist. A very manly one.

“I, umm…work with flowers,” Heath answered, clearing his throat. That always sounded better than “I’m a florist.” He could be a landscaper, or a botanist, or something. 

“So you’re a florist?”

Fuck.

“Well…yeah,” Heath admitted, like he was confessing to a murder. None of his friends understood why he was so self-conscious about his profession, but of course, they weren’t fighting the daily battle of clapping back against gay stereotypes and old-school gender norms. It was exhausting. And he had been burned by enough straight guys about what he did that he was incredibly gun shy.

“That’s awesome,” Zane replied. It was? “I’d love to have more flowers and plants in here, but I’ve killed every green thing that’s come through the door.”

“I’m not surprised, considering the state of the lettuce you just threw out,” Heath said drily, and Zane threw his head back and laughed.

“Touche.”

Two hours later Kam finally responded to his text, and three hours later Kam was home and able to let Heath back in the apartment.

Heath didn’t want to leave Zane’s kitchen. Zane was smart, and cute, and sweet, and funny, and Heath could feel his little gay heart growing three times bigger.

But he also knew he had to leave. The last thing he needed was another futile crush on a straight boy. Who was also his neighbor.

“What do I owe you for the pizza?” Heath asked. “Let me run home and grab my wallet.”

Zane waved him off. “Please. It was my pleasure.”

“Well, thanks. I owe you big time for today,” Heath said, hopping off his stool. He smiled at Zane and hoped there weren’t hearts in his eyes. “If you ever get locked out, feel free to knock on our door. We’ll order pizza.”

“Actually, we should probably exchange numbers in case this happens again,” Zane said casually, pulling out his phone. “Or any other type of apartment emergency. I work from home, as you know, so I’m always around if you need anything.”

“Oh…yeah, that’d be great,” Heath stuttered. Jesus, his heart was pounding in his chest like Zane had just asked him to marry him or something.

Numbers were exchanged and Zane walked Heath out to the hallway. The door to Heath’s apartment was ajar, and he grabbed the handle before turning back to Zane.  

“Thanks again. I really appreciate it.”

Zane’s eyes twinkled. “Any time.”

Heath went inside, closing the door behind him and leaning back against it.

“You’re gonna get locked out a lot more often, aren’t you?” Kam asked from the couch, grinning like a loon at Heath’s lovesick expression.

“Shut up, Kam.”

#zeath #zeath fic