(this wants with all its heart to be a multichapter fic but i need instant gratification sooo)
He likes to read.
He likes to read and Kent likes him, and he really doesn’t know what to do about this fact.
Kent ran into him – well, ran past him, really – on a morning jog, in a usually deserted area of the community park where trees have been planted and are carefully watered to give the appearance of a verdant, lush grove in the middle of sunny, dusty Nevada. He was standing against a tree and reading, and when Kent jogged back to ask what he was doing, the man laughed and pointed to his book. Walden.
Kent’s never read it. The man shrugs. “It’s about a man who gave up his whole life to go live in the woods,” he says. “I used to go to Walden Pond and re-read it once a summer. But now I’m here and, well… this is as close to the woods as I can get.”
His name is James. He’s a high school English teacher. He shakes Kent’s sweaty hand and asks his name, what he does for a living.
Kent blinks at him hard. “You…” he starts. He was about to say, you don’t know?
“Me? You do me?” James cracks a smile. “Is that a pick-up line?”
His smile is sunny, and Kent breaks a little bit inside. He finds himself quickly enough to say, “Would it work?”
You meant, what is everyone else in the Monster Haus AU right? That’s obviously what that question meant, you obviously wanted a novel on all the minor characters in the comic in Monster form. So like, if you’re going to insist, like twist my arm and everything, here you go.
this got kind of out of hand which is why it took me 200 years to publish it?? it is also arguably the worst thing i’ve ever written and i love it. not exactly what u requested by enjoy 🙂
Kent is lying on his side on the couch with his head in
Jeff’s lap.
Jeff is watching Sports Center, and Kent is mostly just
spacing out. It’s warm and comfortable, and he feels safe, and the background
noise of the TV and Jeff’s hand carding through his hair is lulling him to
sleep.
(aka im real sick of seeing 1000 posts going “but the only thing we know about Kent is that he yelled and Jack and has a cat” when even the cat thing is debatable).
“Hi, Kent? It’s Shane. Laval-Shane. Look, I just… heard what you said last week and I wanted to say thanks. You were so cool about it. I never even felt like it was an issue.”
“Oh, right! D-man Shane. Been a while. Cool. Uh… what?”
“Just, you were so good about me being gay.”
“You’re gay? I mean, cool! Cool cool. Good to hear. Look, Shane, I gotta be honest, I had no idea. I meant me. I was fucking my liney the whole time we played.”
“You… what? You were fucking Marc?! …Did Zimms know?”
And the rest of the Year Two Kickstarter bookplates!
– Las Vegas Aces on a BOAT – Jack and Bitty, a wee bit older – Dex had to let Nursey know that last shot? Clutch! – Nursey, the enlightener. And they didn’t even argue later. – Frozen lakes and kisses – Why Do Teenage Boys Do Dumb Stuff To Their Hair? – A kiss for good luck – The original OTP
Everyone pays pie taxes, except for tango. Why? That’s a mystery. Everyone has to wash dishes, go grocery shopping, lower thing from the top shelf and even compulsory participate in Beyonce jams as taxes. Except for tango.
The mystery prevails until careful observation in the bitty-tango relationship sheds new lights to the investigation. In order to write essays, bitty who suffers from severe procrastination, just tells tango a few details about what his essay is on, and then answers all subsequent questions. He records himself, and then just copies down what he has said and hands it down as an essay. The tango-prompt method has result in a sharp increase in Bitty’s work quality, and thus tango gets rewarded with being exempt from pie taxes.
just moving along like everyone else 