#thatblondeperson

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#77 “In your dreams, pretty boy”

“So, why did you bring me along?”

“Weddings are a big deal, boy wonder. And I want to look good next to you.”

“You always look beautiful.”

Stephanie’s smiley face peered around the curtain. “Only in your dreams, pretty boy. But thank you.”

Tim perked up, “Welcome!”

“But this is different. We need to look like a unit.”

“We need to match?”

“Within reason.”

Tim laughed loudly, disturbing the other shoppers, and Stephanie’ grin disappeared round the other side. He was being a good boyfriend, carrying Stephanie’s shopping bags, patiently standing outside the dressing room as she flung dress after dress over the curtain railing. Soon enough she poked her head back around the fabric, hair tousled from all the dresses she’d tried on.

“Do you know what colour Selina’s flowers are going to be?”

Tim looked down at a sequined monstrosity she had dismissed immediately that he loosely held. It was orange. He wasn’t sure he had ever seen Stephanie in anything orange before. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to.

“…Blue?” He guessed.

“Blue?” She asked, incredulous. With one eyebrow raised, Tim knew she wasn’t having it.

“White?”

She narrowed her eyes. “You don’t know do you?”

“No.”

She huffed, tugging the curtain shut again. Two dresses that he didn’t get to see later, Tim heard Stephanie sigh, defeated.

“I think today is a bust Tim.”

He shrugged, picking up the assorted dresses sheepishly, handing them over to an assistant.

“Never mind Steph, we have time.”

“Yeah but…” She emerged, wearing a casual little white sun dress. She tugged a shoulder strap into place and grabbed her little bag, slinging it on her shoulder. “I don’t want to let the side down.”

Tim handed her one shopping bag, then took her hand.

“No, no. Don’t even let yourself go there.”

“Well, I can’t turn up in a paper bag.”

“Let Alfred pick you something.” Tim said as they made their way through the department store. Something caught Stephanie’s eye and she tugged them over to the lingerie section. Tim gulped, but tried to stay focused. “He has good taste. And it’ll fit if you give him your measurements. He buys us all our nice stuff.”

“So, I can see. But you know I like to do things myself.” She muttered, inspecting some plain t-shirt bras. Tim hovered, not sure what to do with himself. He politely stared at the back of Steph’s blonde head, deliberately ignoring the underwear that surrounded them.

“You can go for a wander, Tim.” She excused him, “I’m not gonna make you…” She paused, a twinkle coming into her eye. “Actually.”

“Huh?”

She twirled around, skirt flouncing around her thighs. “Go pick me a bra you like.”

Tim blinked.

“Why are you like this.”

“It’s not a punishment Tim. Go on!” She laughed, mood improved. “I’ll wear it on a date night.”

Tim blinked, then dutifully wobbled off. Sadistically, Stephanie laughed. It was always easy to get him worked up, he was just too much of a gentleman to do it unprompted. She stared at a duo black and white pair for a good five minutes until Tim returned, thrusting a hanger into her hand. His face was flushed pink, but Stephanie was delighted.

“Oh! Strappy!”

Tim’s pink skin turned red, his ears looking sunburned he was so embarrassed. Stephanie ignored it - and the fact that he was holding his breath - and inspected the piece. Nodding approvingly, she looked up across the space, catching the eye of a floor assistant.

“Excuse me, I’m sorry, but does this have any matching bottoms?”

Answer 21 questions and tag 21 people you want to know better.

Tagged by @thatblondeperson Hopping into that rabbit hole, aren't ya now?

Nicknames: Jell, Jelly bean, Jelly, Kazu

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius baby ✌️

Height: 5'6"

Hogwarts House: Slytherin hoe, come at me, try me, Proud to be green

Last thing I googled: if someone is the husband's niece, and the other is the sister of the wife, what would the niece and sister be? (Answer this, I'm curious to see what mayhem it may cause)

Favorite musicians: AJR, half alive, Jeremy Zucker, Bastille, Jon Bellion, TØP, Utada Hikaru and others

Song stuck in my head: DONT THINK TWICE, YES I KNOW IM TORTURING MYSELF BUT I WILL CRY TO UTADA IF I WANT. HELL, ILL CRY TO THE KINGDOM HEARTS ORCHESTRA SOUNDTRACK IF I WANT, ESPECIALLY SORA'S, ROXAS', AND NAMINE'S THEME THANK YOU AND GOOD NIGHT

Following: 464

Followers: 121, and all of you take my bullshit in stride, congrats

Do I get asks: actually, I surprisingly do, mostly from @sweeetsummerchiild or @thebroken-radio but, can't complain

Amount of sleep: Ha, sleep is a contruct of man just as clothing is

Lucky Number: 16

What I'm wearing: hey, you there, you perv, what did I just say two questions ago? Don't ask such lewd questions, geez

Dream job: Art, acting, the whole shebang. Honestly didn't think I'd get this far so like, living day to day

Dream trip: JAPAN, anywhere, that isn't the US, going to England and Finland again would be cool tho

Instruments: Ukulele, Guitar, Piano, does my voice count?

Languages: 2, I forgot the Italian and Japanese I knew, and I can barely speak Spanish and English half the time so, I've ascended above humans.

Favorite songs: I'm honestly too lazy to list them all, I have a playlist of my currents

Random Fact(s): I love math and coffee

Aesthetic: Converse, ripped jeans, dark nights, glowing stars, cool winds, star gazing, late night trips to the beach, rooftops, photography, road trips, and 80's diners

WHERE DID YOU GET YOUR UTILITY BELT??? Also teach me your ways please…

Fic Ask Game - “This is bad.” “You said that already.” “It seemed worth repeating.”

Tim liked to think he had a healthy enough ego to know when to cut his losses and run from a fight.  Stephanie also had enough presence of mind to follow his lead when the occasion called for it, but she would snark and bite the entire way, unamused and peeved.

An undercover mission gone awry involving nightclubs, drugs, prostitutes… the whole shebang.  Tim and Stephanie had been volunteered by Babs, to which both had glared at each other sideways.

“You want me to what?”  Stephanie had pushed.  Tim had rolled his eyes.

“Oh, come on Steph, you figure it out.  Who do you think goes to these sorts of clubs?”

“Ladies of… ill repute.”

Damian, who had been reading in the corner, didn’t even look up from his book, stating, “No acting required then.”

Stephanie had thrown her workout towel straight at Damian’s head, to which Tim had sniggered.

Honestly, Tim and Stephanie were not Dick or Bruce.  Their acting skills were mediocre at best, and admittedly they were mistaken for undercover cops rather than Bats… but still.  They had barricaded themselves in one of the rooms, bodies slammed against the door whilst angry men with guns tried to kick down the metal doors.

“This is bad.”

Tim nodded his agreement, looking for a way out.  The room was garishly decorated hot pink and magenta, and a bed with an actual love heart for a headboard sat in the centre of the space.  Tim’s stomach rolled uncomfortably as he realised what this room was probably used for.  He ground his teeth together.

“Discreet they said.  Just observe they said…”

“They were hurting that woman!”

“Oh, I’m not disagreeing!  She needed help.  Just… not the brief we were given.”

“Yeah well things never go to plan, and you just have to go with the flow.  It’s all…good fun.”

“Hahaha.  No.”

She was going to push back, when the sound of clicking and stomping reached their ears.

“Blow the door down!” Came a voice from the other side.  Tim and Stephanie paused their pushing against the metal.

“Oh boy.”

“Can you hold it?”

Tim moved away without waiting for her to respond, looking to the window.  It led down out into an alleyway.  If they could climb up to the rooftops, they’d been in the homestretch to safety.  Dick could have a go in their place the next week or something.  He was the better liar, he was the better spy…

“Making a plan, are we?”  Stephanie asked, half listening to the commotion outside.

“Always.”  He lifted the window and poked his head out, looking for something to grab onto.  Metal railing lined the building opposite and looked stable enough.

Easy.

He turned, a smile on his face, to encourage Steph to follow.

A large bang rang out, and the door got a hole blasted through it next to Stephanie’s head.  She gave the girliest shriek Tim had ever heard from her in his life, and she fell forward over her silly heels, face planting on the stained (gross…) carpet.

“Oh my God.”  She said, utterly deadpan.  Tim looked up, seeing two men’s faces pressed together, each with one eye peering through the hole.  Receiving a rush of childishness, he stuck his tongue out at them.

They blasted the door again, the hole nearly large enough to step through then. The noise and rush of air made Steph scramble up to be next to Tim, tugging her skirt down uncomfortably.  She whirled around, fingers clenching the windowsill.

“This is bad.”

“You said that already.”

“It seemed worth repeating.”

“Hmm.  Out.”  He said, pushing on her.

She tried to lift her leg but stopped when the fabric rose above her crotch.

“Uh…You first.”

“Stephanie I really don’t care if you are wearing granny panties under there—”

The third bang blew the door all the way through.  Stephanie froze, gawking at the crowd of angry armed men.  Tim’s protective instincts went into overdrive, and he shoved Stephanie horrifically hard by the bum, to which she plummeted headfirst out the window.  Tim immediately jumped, just missing the bullets that began to be fired.

They both landed in the garbage as he had hoped for, Stephanie having rolled down the pile and straight into a run, not even looking back to see if he was following.  Tim caught up easily enough – the girl in the five-inch heels was not a very fast target – and soon enough they found a space to climb and disappear out of sight.  

Stephanie collapsed on the roof, legs and arms splayed into a star shape.

“That was bad.”

Tim grunted, smelling the garbage that clung to the both of them.  He flopped down next to her, staring at his outstretched legs.  A bit of a failed night, but at least they’d helped that one girl.  He laughed to himself, Stephanie eyeing him curiously.  When he stopped, he looked over at her.

“So, are you?”

Stephanie frowned at him, strappy top heaving with her dramatic gasps as she caught her breath.

“Am I what?”

“Wearing granny panties.”

rules: list ten songs you’ve been listening to a lot lately and tag ten people

These are in no particular order,

1. Heavy - Orla Gartland : this song frigging breaks my heart, it’s so raw and honest and simple lyrics that hit close to home. The line “I’ll never see that dog again” could honestly make me cry.

2. Simmer - Hayley Williams : ooooh boy this song is a jam. It’s angry and experimental and cinematic and clearly so so personal. It’s such a cool venture into something solo for her. I’ve loved Paramore since my teen years, and always adored and admired Hayley. I cannot wait to see where her music goes from here.

3. What a Man Gotta Do - Jonas Brothers : a friggin BOP. I love the Grease vibes, a little allusion to the Handjive. I loved their new album. I’m so stoked that the boys are back!

4. Into The Unknown - Panic! At The Disco : a Disney song done by one of my favourite artists? Uhhh, hell yeah. I love both the movie version and this one. Although I will admit, I didn’t totally love Frozen 2....... but this song is just so fun to belt out!

5. Stana - Flight of the Conchords : This song is a whole story and it is funny as hell. I’ve recently rekindled my love for FotC and watched their (not so new, but new to me) special, Live in London, and this song was a notable highlight. Sometimes it gets stuck in my head, sometimes I just need a little laugh. I love their New Zealander humour.

6. Straight to Hell - Lovecraft and Sabrina Spellman : okay this song is just silly but it’s also a bop. I have no idea why they chose to make a song and music video to promote the new season of Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, but whatever it’s fun. It makes me wanna...... dance dance dance into the dark 🎶

7. Prom Dress - mxmtoon : I don’t remember how I came across this girl, she’s adorable. I found her on YouTube at some point. She’s quite young but her songs are still pretty relatable. I mean “I’d be the prom queen of crying was a contest”?? So good.

8. I’ll Follow the Sun - The Beatles : I’ve been listening to The Beatles a lot lately for some reason, and this song just hits my feelings. It’s so simple and pretty, and also really nostalgic for me. I don’t know what else to say, it’s a classic.

9. Lose You - Noah Gundersen : this mans voice and his music always get me. Always so honest and beautiful. This song feels a little more mainstream than some of his stuff, but god it’s gorgeous. And the acoustic version kills me. At his concert a couple of months ago I bought a shirt that said “I listened to Noah Gundersen and all I got were these stupid feelings” and like...... yeah. That sums up the past 8 or so years of my life since I discovered his music.

10. (I’m Gonna) Love Me Again - Elton John and Taron Egerton : what can I say, I’m goddamn Taron/Rocketman trash. This song is so fun and empowering, and I love playing it over the speakers at work after the store closes and bopping around while I mop the floor. This song should win all the awards. I’m salty about it.

I mean…he put a popcorn machine in his Red Robin Cave…