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James Nye Mechanical Engineer

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mattedmonds‌:

Matt kept eating his sandwich as James expressed his dissatisfaction with Matt’s answer. To be honest, he wasn’t that scared of Brent, but he knew that Brent would lecture him on how it’s important not to give away plot secrets because the person he told could tell people and blah, blah, blah. Matt just liked to keep the plot secrets from James because it made him grumpy and that gave Matt a laugh. Matt finished his sandwich as James finished his rant. “He probably wants to suck it, but I just can’t give up the good likes that, you know?” Matt gave James a coy smile. “I’m shy, Jamie.” The older male focused on the potato chips grabbing some to pop into his mouth. He looked at James. “You mean Brent isn’t getting to hear all the hot and heavy shit going on in this apartment? Your amazing engineering ideas? That must suck for him. Sorry Brent,” He called out towards a lamp.

“Can’t you?” he asked through a mouthful of chips, and though his lips were hard to read, the incredulous look on his face made his thoughts on the matter clear enough. They’d only known each other for a couple of hours before Matt ‘gave up the goods,’ so that was a load of shit. The next statement out of Matt’s mouth pulled a huge laugh out of him. James was lucky he had already swallowed his food, otherwise he would have spat it all over Matt. “You, shy? Please.” James dismissed it with a scoff and a wave of his hand, only to laugh again when Matt spoke about Bret. “I dunno, you spend enough time here, maybe he bugged my apartment.” Just then, Matt apologized to a lamp, illustrating James’s point. “Maybe he slipped a bug in your pocket. We could find out… unless you’re feeling shy.”

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mattedmonds‌:

Matt busied himself by making a ham sandwich with potato chips that were basically crumbs at this point. Matt figured he should help James by finishing off the bag. He grabbed a water then his plate going back into the living room. He looked at James, who was still engrossed in the comic, sitting down next to him as he ate his sandwich waiting for the other to finish reading. The older man was startled as he felt something his his arm. Looking over, Matt saw Jams had finished the comic and was demanding answers. Matt shook his head and spoke with his mouth full, “You know I can’t give those to you.” He swallowed his bite. “Brent would kill me.” He reached over grabbing a chip offering it to James. “Chip?”

“Oh, sure, Brent,” James exclaimed, with an exaggerated roll of his eyes. He grabbed the chip in spite of his frustration, because, well. They were his goddamned chips. “Brent can suck it,” he said, popping the chip into his mouth. He was careful to finish eating before he continued speaking, so Matt could easily read his lips. “What, has he got you under surveillance or something? Can he hear everything that goes on in here? Because, oh man.” James laughed, reaching out to steal a handful of potato chips off Matt’s plate. “If that’s the case, fuck his life. I am so sorry, Brent,” James said, laughing again.

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mattedmonds‌:

Matt raised his eyebrows in a ‘oh, really’ fashion when James denied he asked for too much. Matt didn’t think a simple signature was too much to be honest, but he wasn’t going to give it to James so easily. Where was the fun in that? The older male watched as James looked at the comic. He was actually really excited for him to read it. Andy’s little brother was kidnapped by the spiders from the last issue and taken to the Nightmare Kingdom thus forcing Andy and his friends to go back to save Mason. Only the kids are too late and the Nightmare King kills Mason. Matt shook his head when James asked his question. “Go ahead. I’m raiding your kitchen.” The older man moved off the couch and towards James’ kitchen to find something to drink and a snack while he read.

James beamed, his attention shifting to the comic the moment Matt gave him the okay. It may have been rude with anyone else, but Matt used to come over so often he knew where everything was. He could make himself right at home while James got caught up with the latest issue of his favorite series. He kept making comments out loud as he read, mostly to himself, but toward the end he was speechless. He killed Mason! He actually fucking killed him. Matt had already come back from the kitchen by the time James looked up from the comic book. His expression was a mix of shock and utter disbelief. “What-- what is wrong with you!” he exclaimed, smacking Matt on the arm with the comic book. “How could you kill him? How are you bringing him back?” Each question was highlighted by another smack of the comic book to Matt’s arm. “I want answers!”

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mattedmonds‌:

Matt stepped into the apartment once James waved him in, but he didn’t get too far once the other man realized what he was holding. He chuckled at the excitement that James displayed. Whether it was actual excitement or the supportive kind, Matt didn’t care. He was just glad he could share excitement with his friends about his work. Matt closed the door behind him once James ran off with the comic then followed his friend to the couch. Matt made himself comfortable and shook his head at James’ question. “No, why would I sign it for you? I had delivered it. Isn’t that enough?” The artist rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically. “You ask too much, man.”

“I do not ask too much,” James scoffed, managing to look somewhat offended. “It will never be a collector’s item unless you sign it, maybe write a cute note in here about how much you appreciate my support.” Never mind the fact that he paid nothing for the comic he held in his hands. “But this is fine too, I guess,” he said with a roll of his eyes, feigning exasperation. A grin quickly overtook his features however, and he assured Matt he was kidding as he turned his face back to the comic. “Would it be rude if I just read this right now-- oh--” James shifted on the couch so he was facing Matt, and with his gaze still on the comic, he repeated the same question. 

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mattedmonds‌:

Matt’s knocking continued until the door opened because he couldn’t hear if the occupant was even coming to the door until it opened. His face lit up seeing James on the other side looking like he just woke up. Matt figured he woke the man, but when he mentioned neighbors, Matt laughed. “I wasn’t being that loud, was I? It’s hard to tell sometimes.” He shrugged then held up the newest Akaska comic to show James the reason he was even over here in the first place. “Hot off the presses! The newest installment.” If he smiled any wider, his face would start hurting. “I figured you want to read it as soon as possible.”

“Loud enough to wake me,” James said, stepping aside to wave Matt in. He stared dumbly as his friend held up the comic book, not quite registering what he was seeing. As soon as the words newest installment left Matt’s mouth, James’s jaw dropped and he snatched the comic right off his hands. “What! No way!” He scurried away with the comic book, abandoning Matt by the front door that was still wide open. James hopped over the couch and settled down with his legs crossed under him. “Holy shit,” he muttered, quickly shifting through the pages. It really was the newest installment! “And delivered by the man himself,” James said, beaming up at Matt once he came to join him. “But did you sign it? How am I supposed to make maximum profit out of this if you haven’t signed it?”

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mattedmonds‌:

@nyejames

It was early, Matt knew this, but he was way too excited to wait until a reasonable time to wake James up. The man hadn’t responded to his last several messages (and Matt would admit later there were more than several), so Matt took it upon himself to come to his friend’s place. Matt’s latest comic had come out and he always liked to personally deliver t to James, who always seemed to love to devour the contents of the book immediately. He knocked loudly (or he thought was loudly by the pressure on his knuckles). “James, man, open up! I have a SURPRISE for you!”

James was startled awake by the loud, and frankly quite aggressive, knocking at his front door. The remote went flying off his lap as he bolted upright on the couch where he has pass out last night. Not passed out drunk, as it often happened, but passed out playing video games. He staggered onto his feet, shouting that he’d be right there as he threw his controller in a drawer and slammed it shut. The knocking persisted, and in his half-asleep state, James had a low tolerance for bullshit. “I said I’d be right fucking there!” he snapped, stomping to the front door, but just as he was about to yank it open, Matt’s voice came from the other side. His bad mood melted away just like that, and all James could do was laugh. He swung the door open, shaking his head at his friend. “Can you shut the fuck up? Think of the neighbors, man. It’s early.”

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giovanaduffy‌:

The two weeks she’d been away had taken it’s toll more than it had done been a relaxing time seeing her family. So standing in the line at her favourite coffee shop in New York was welcoming, and as the smell of coffee surrounded her a smile eventually danced through her features. Ordering her usual, a simple Mocha with an extra shot of chocolate topped with irish cream, she turned and looked at the person to her right in the queue. “And whatever this lovely human fancies.”

Time always passed by so fast when he was standing in line. At least it felt that way for James, being as engrossed on his phone as he was. He still had a bunch of emails to go through, when the barista called him by name, and informed him that the lady next to him offered to buy him a drink. He ordered his usual espresso with one sugar without thinking. Such an act of kindness was so rare that it took him completely by surprise, and he belatedly realized... that someone... was buying his drink. “Thank you,” he finally said, that surprised look still on his face. “I’ll get yours next time.” Because he wasn’t about to forget a face like that, so James would make sure to repay the favor.

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msmarianavargas‌:

Mariana’s head turned as he spoke, recognizing the voice. She smiled softly seeing James. They used to spar in the gym, but it had been a long while since she’d seen him. “Well look at you James. Long time know see. I’m glad to see you are doing better.” Her eyes shift over to the great dane and she smiles reaching down to play with his ears, “But he’ll be a big sweetheart. Maybe a little rambunctious but more like a giant lap dog” 

“I know, it’s been a while. But thanks, I’ve been putting a little more effort lately,” he said, jokingly flexing his bicep so that the sight wasn’t impressive at all. He couldn’t remember what lie he’d told to explain his absence from the gym, so his plan was to distract and steer her away from the topic. “You sound like he’s already won you over. Are you looking to adopt today?”

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👀 so far anyone catch your eye? In a good or bad way?

@julian-dawson, that sexy bitch, @avaxsharpe still looks amazing, and i’ve always kinda had a thing for @kctherineblair.

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Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.

No deleting questions, either!

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eleanorxcrane‌:

Getting a better look at James, Eleanor had to admit that it often shocked her whenever she saw him so well dressed. She’d already seen him at her worst, or at least what she thought was her worst, so seeing so cleaned up and so put together, Eleanor definitely enjoyed the sight. “To be fair, you’ve never seen me off a shift before and I mean right off a shift.” Eleanor prided herself in the way that she looked and often made sure she was more put together but after a very long shift, sometimes Eleanor just didn’t care. “Ah well, good luck to you. Are you nervous?” she asked. Before she could answer, Eleanor let out a yawn, soon covering her mouth. “Sorry. Long shift. It wasn’t fun and I was trying so hard to stay away from coffee so that I could just crash when I get home but I smelled the coffee and now I really need it.”

In spite of how distracted he was by the thought of his upcoming meeting, a shit-eating grin took over his features when she said he had never seen her off shift. Even after she went on to clarify, James could only snicker. He kept his thoughts to himself, although he was dying to say something inappropriate. He didn’t have to; she knew how often he saw her off shift and what that entailed. Instead he thanked her for wishing him good luck on his meeting and shook his head when she asked if he was nervous. “Nah, it’s just a meeting. Nothing I can’t handle.” But it was a lie-- he was nervous, and he had a lot riding on that meeting. He didn’t want to talk about it though, and luckily Eleanor seemed to tired to push the subject. “Don’t worry about it,” he said, waving away her apology. “I get it. When’s your next shift? Is the coffee going to mess up your schedule?”

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James had a sour look on his face from the moment he stepped into the vet’s office. The waiting room, full of whiny and smelly mutts, didn’t help his mood whatsoever. He could still hear them from the examination room where he was waiting to see the doctor, and that smell of wet dog wouldn’t leave his nose. He narrowed his eyes at the pathetic-looking animal that lay curled up in a box by his feet. He didn’t like animals, but that didn’t mean he was about to walk past a suffering animal and pretend he didn’t see it. Maybe the first and second time, but the third time he went by the bodega and he saw the same cat curled up by the bins? Come on, not even James was that heartless.

So he went in the bodega to ask for a box, and now here he was with this fleabag of a cat, waiting to see the vet. He wasn’t even that bothered about the money this was going to cost, he was more upset about the fleas that he would possibly carry home, and the time it would take to figure out what to do with the cat after this.

Standing up when he heard the door open, James picked the box up from the floor and set it on the examination table, eyes going wide when he recognized the woman who walked in. “Ava?”

@avaxsharpe

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mxverck‌:

“You want to bang?” Maverick leaned towards James, trying to get his flirt on. Normally, this wasn’t difficult for him. However, Milo had hurt him, so instead of doing much else, Maverick started to cry, “He fucking dumped me. I can’t even fucking think about taking you home without thinking of his stupid fucking jawline.”

James gave him a look as if to say, wasn’t that obvious? That look was quickly replaced with one of incredulity, however, when the other man started to cry. Jesus, talk about mixed signals. “It’s alright man,” James said, patting his shoulder awkwardly. “You need a nap. Where’s your wallet?” He didn’t give the sniveling man a chance to get his shit together, James just started patting his pockets until he found the wallet, and pulled it out himself. “Here,” he said, opening it to show Maverick his ID. “Your address is on it. Lets get you home.”

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julian-dawson‌:

James was undeniably attractive, and the two had quite the flirtatious dynamic. Julian bit his lower lip and raised his brows when greeted, giving James a playful once over. What he’d gathered from James so far was that the man seemed to work more than he played, and Julian was toying with the idea of making it his personal mission to get him to actually play more.

Julian popped a cherry into his mouth, narrowing his eyes as he deliberated on the request to buy James a drink. He let out a little hum, rolling the cherry in his mouth, as if he were mulling it over, then finally chewed on it slowly. He took another sip of his drink, then smirked. “Yeah, I suppose I could. What’s the celebration? I wanna celebrate something. What are you having?”

His eyes dropped to Julian’s lips, watching him pop the cherry into his mouth. A slight smirk played at his own lips as he watched him, wondering what else that mouth could do. James wasn’t subtle; why bother? He thought Julian was hot, and he’d made it obvious from the first time they met at the gym. The incessant flirting never lead to anything, but Julian had never seemed put off by it, so why stop? James wasn’t sure why he’d never just asked Julian over, but he was fine with how things were now. The teasing, the flirting-- it was almost like a game.

“We’re celebrating a job well done and my inevitable promotion in the near future,” he boasted, turning to the bartender when Julian asked what he was having and ordered a bourbon neat. “And then who knows. Maybe then I’ll be rolling in enough cash to buy you a drink for a change.” Never mind that he already made enough money to do that and more, he was just a bitch and liked to fuck with Julian.

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mxverck‌:

“What? I’m not up to a lot,” Maverick moved closer to the other, huffing out a breath, “Instagram? I found out cause the fucker’s wife left a voicemail on his phone. I was the other bitch and he didn’t leave her for me. I’m a bartender. And I recently got dumped so…since we’re both single, and I’m hot, you’re nice looking – find my place and I’ll get you free drinks.”

“Aren’t you? Then quit acting so suspicious.” The story made him cackle, although it was mostly the part where Maverick referred to himself as the other bitch. He tried to wipe the grin off his face when he told James about his recent break up, but then he hit on him two seconds after so... he could not. “Free drinks? You’re sending me out on this mission to deliver you home safely, and all you’re offering is a couple of drinks? Come on,” James teased. “You can do better than that.”

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msmarianavargas‌:

Mariana smiled softly as she made her way through the adoption day set up in the park. A friend had convinced her that getting a pet could be good for her. Not just to go on her hikes but also to keep her company and calm. The adoption day just happened to fall right when she’d decided she agreed, except now seeing all of them she wondered how she’d be able to decide. Her eyes shifted to the person next to her and she offered them a smile, “how does anyone come here and not leave with a dozen pets?”

James had finished his run and was on his way out of the park when he noticed an enclosed area that had seemingly appeared overnight. There was always some kind of event going on, but this one caught his attention. Mostly because he couldn’t read the signs from where he was standing. He leaned against the enclosure as he approached, watching the dogs play. Glancing at the woman beside him, James shrugged, finally understanding that this was some sort of adoption event. “I don’t know. That one’s gonna be the size of a horse when he grows up though,” he said, pointing at a Great Dane puppy. “His paws are the size of his face, look at that.”

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rominawade‌:

“It’s fine. I understand,” she replied. She knew too well how it could be. She smiled, looking back down at the script. “Yes, actually,” she said. “I’m trying to get through it, but I’ve been having some trouble focusing.”

Oh great, he thought, raising his cup the coffee cup to his lips. Not only was he being nosy, he was interrupting her. James hummed in acknowledgement of her words, taking a quiet sip of his drink. He tried to stay that way, quiet, so she could go back to her reading, but his mouth started moving the second he put his cup down. “Can I ask what it’s about?”