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serenefreakgeekao3 · 23 days ago

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Rainy Days

Jim Halpert x GN! Reader (reader has hair, they/them used briefly, reader is fine with masc clothes)

Summary: You work at Dunder Mifflin Paper Company in Scranton, PA. It's often rainy in your town, which is fortunate enough for you as you love the rain. Though, watching it leads to a walk through the rain, leads to the expected sick day. But- that doesn't explain why your best friend is at your door?

(Hurt/Comfort, sick fic, mutual pining)

Prompts used: "You're my new pillow" & "Sorry for borrowing your clothes." "Don't be. You look good in them."

A/N: If i have to read one more word of this then it’ll never get posted. Have a non-beta-read fic and i hope you enjoy! Turned out to be way longer than a quick request should’ve been but also that’s just how my brain works i guess so have at it

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It was storming in Scranton, and anyone else might call it a bad day or a ‘normal’ day out here in Pennsylvania, but you chose to see it as a good day. You loved the rain- the smell of it, the look of it, the refreshing quality that it brings- and you couldn’t help the smile that was brought to your face as you stared out of the double doors into the parking lot of the business park you currently stood inside. With only one other person in the lobby, Hank the security guard, you felt practically alone as you took in the sight before you. Hank was busy behind his large desk doing who-knows-what, so he paid you no mind as you opened one of the double doors- the farthest one from his computer since you didn’t want the rain to start pouring onto the electronics- and kicked the lock down so the door stood open. You smiled brighter, breathing in deeply the fresh scent of petrichor.

Lightning strikes nearby and you look up to the storming clouds outside, trying your best to avoid the rain splashing on your clothes as you do so. You were tempted to go out and feel the rain splashing on your face, and almost took a step to do so when you heard the ding of the elevator opening. Glancing behind you curiously, you weren’t expecting to find anyone from the Dunder Mifflin coming down, as they usually get rather gloomy during the rainy seasons and tend to stay inside. So that is to say, it was a rather pleasant surprise to see not only a coworker, but your best friend walking out of the doors of the elevator by himself. Jim was looking at the ground, hands in his pockets as he walked, but as he raised his gaze he looked at you through his lashes and you could feel your breath catch in your throat. Sure, he’s your best friend, but you were also down pretty bad for him. A smile slowly alights on his face as he walks to stand next to you, directing his attention out toward the rain as you had been just a moment ago.

“‘Was wondering where you scurried off to,” Jim practically whispered, his voice low enough to make the setting intimate, but loud enough to be heard over the rain pounding against the concrete. You couldn’t drag your gaze away from him until he spoke finally, and you felt yourself jump and turn your gaze back out toward the rain. Lightning cracks across the sky, lighting up the dark clouds for a moment before fading away just as quickly.

“I just wanted to watch the rain for a bit,” You admit just as quietly, taking in another deep breath. You reach your hand outward, feeling the splash of multiple drops against your skin, watching as the cuff of your jacket begins to absorb some of the water. You reach your other hand out with a larger smile, feeling the drops against your skin. You glance over toward Jim, spotting a soft smile aimed in your direction before he turns away, nodding out toward the storm.

“You planning to go out there?” He turns back toward you, a silly smile on his face that makes you laugh, shaking your head.

“Well, I was thinking on it, but probably not. Wouldn’t want to get my clothes wet in the middle of the work day.”

“Ah,” Jim starts, nodding his head, stretching his arms so his elbows are no longer bent, his hands still in his pockets as he rocks back and forth on his heels. After you finally drop your hands, shaking the water off, he speaks up again. “Well, it is our lunch break. Thought you were heading out for a bite to eat.”

“In this weather?” You chuckle, shaking your head as you wipe your hands along your jacket. After Jim is quiet for a beat too long, you glance up and see a mischievous smirk directed toward you.

“Yeah. Why not? You like this weather.” You hesitate, still unable to remove your grin from your face while looking at him.

“Yeah,” You drag the word out, more as a question than an answer. You watch him remove his hands from his pockets finally, walking outside while turning his body to continue facing your direction. Once outside, completely under the rain and getting soaked by the second, he extends a hand out in your direction with a large grin.

“Well, don’t keep me waiting!” You laugh, taking his hand and allowing him to pull you outside. The rain immediately begins to splash you- the top of your head, soaking into your jacket rather quickly and drowning your clothes. “I noticed a food truck right around the corner, want to go get some?” He yells out over the rain, pulling you closer by the hand he’s still holding. Even through the coldness of the rain, you can feel the heat lighting your cheeks up from his touch.

“Yeah!” You yell out, nodding and squinting through the rain. Jim laughs, reaching behind you and raising your hood up over your head. It’s soaked already, sure, but it does help to keep the rain out of your eyes. You don’t know what look you’re giving him right now, but you can’t help it. You’re absolutely enamoured by this man. He pulls you by the hand, directing you to the sidewalk before finally dropping it away, and you begin to walk side by side to grab a soggy bite to eat.

By the time the both of you returned to the office, there was not a single part of your wardrobe that wasn’t soaked. Same for Jim, of course, but neither of you really cared. You had eaten your food on the walk back, balancing the takeout container in a way that hopefully wouldn’t get your food wet, but it was easier said than done. However, it brought a good laugh to both of you during the journey. Once inside, you both started wringing your clothes out in the lobby next to the door and tried to duck your head away from Hank’s glare for getting the lobby wet. You both ran to the elevator, Jim pushing the button quickly. As soon as the elevator doors were closed, you both burst out laughing, shaking your heads. You throw your hands out, looking down at yourself.

“I’m soaked!” You look up, shaking your head but still unable to keep the smile away, seeing Jim’s soft look toward you. “We’re soaked! See, this is what I was trying to avoid downstairs!”

“I think you look great. In fact, I think you should stay like that for the rest of the day.” You scoff, widening your eyes at him in offence.

“Like this? Cold and miserable?” Jim barked out a laugh, throwing his head back with the force of it. You could feel your own grin softening, watching his brilliant laughter. He finally starts shaking his head, one hand holding his stomach as the other raises in front of you as if asking for mercy.

“No, no, listen!” Jim laughs again, getting it out of his system before shaking his head. You both turn to look as the elevator dings, no one standing outside of it. He reaches to grab your arm before you can leave the elevator, so you leave your foot in the opening so it doesn’t close on the both of you. “It’ll be hilarious. We just walk in as if nothing is wrong, and just go about our day like nothing happened.” You chuckle, shaking your head at the foolishness.

“And, what? Say we don’t notice anything when anyone asks?” Jim nods enthusiastically, and you laugh again, nodding. “Hell, why not?” Jim lets go of you, jumping once for joy while pumping both arms.

“Yes! Let’s do this!” He rushes past you, giving you time to compose yourself into a neutral but pleased expression to try not to give yourself away immediately. You follow behind Jim, thanking him politely as he opens the door for you, walking past Pam’s desk and giving her a gentle greeting. She goes to return it, though when she finally looks up at you her words are caught in her throat. With her mouth hanging open, she glances between both Jim and you, then covers her mouth and coughs to cover up a laugh. Jim says a quick ‘hi’ to Pam as well before he passes after you do, moving to take his seat. You take your own seat, at the desk in front of Dwight’s, ignoring the cold glare he was giving you the whole time.

“Yeah, hey,” Pam responds to Jim from behind you, clearing her throat, “Uh, real quick Jim?” He stops halfway to the desk before turning around and moving back- even going so far as to lean on her desk like he normally does. She laughs again, shaking her head. “Do you guys need a change of clothes?”

“Change of clothes, Pam?” He shoots his head back, furrowing his brows in mock-shock. “So forward of you, wow!” He backs away, and as you turn around you can see Pam eyeing the wet spot left on the top of her desk before reaching for some tissues and standing to wipe it off. You finally drag your gaze away as Jim sits down, moving to awaken his computer from sleep.

“This is hazardous.” You expected Dwight to say something, of course, but you hear Jim sigh at the same time that you feel yourself involuntarily sigh as well. “You are being a workplace hazard. I demand that you both go dry off immediately.” You glance toward Jim, meeting his eyes before finally letting your uninterested gaze rest on Dwight.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about?” You turn, waking your own computer up.

“The soaked clothes! The water you both are carrying in will get into the electronics, it’ll short-circuit everything and electrocute you! Or worse!” Jim hums, and you glance from the corner of your eye to see him resting his chin on his fist, staring at Dwight.

“And,” He draws the word out, long enough for you to try to suppress a smile, unsuccessfully. “What exactly would be worse than electrocution, Dwight?”

“A power outage!” He responds immediately, tapping his files onto his desk as if he’s won something. Jim scoffs out a laugh, shaking his head and mumbling, ‘We could only hope…’ under his breath. Dwight’s head turns so quickly that you’re afraid he might get whiplash. “What was that, Jim?”

“I said that’s a slippery slope,” Jim mocks, glancing at Dwight again before resting his eyes on you. You meet them, smiling softly toward him, and receiving the same in response. You hear a long groan from Dwight, but nothing else, and you consider that a mercy. You tossed your head back, feeling the water fling from clinging to your head around behind you, and turn your attention back toward your work. You hear Jim’s muffled laughter, after probably watching the rain splash around from your fast movement, and you peak to see him covering his mouth with his hand before dragging it down, pulling a frown onto his face to maintain composure. You chuckle, then pay attention to your work.

The rest of the workday went by without a hitch. A few people had bothered to ask if you knew that you were dripping wet, to which you would respond with some form of ‘Of course, I’m not!’ before going back to work, as did Jim. You were getting fairly cold, though, for this silly prank. The office’s air conditioners were on, for some reason, even though it was reasonably cold outside. You ended up taking a few trips over toward Pam’s desk throughout the day, stealing the use of her secret space heater to warm yourself back up (while also filling Pam in on the prank that she sort of figured out on her own anyway).

By the end of the day, your clothes were dryer than they had been, but definitely weren’t dry. And the same could be said for Jim, who stood up with all of the chalance of a man who had just worked an entire day tirelessly- and not like someone who had spent the last few hours of their shift sitting in a pile of water and soaked clothing. You pinch your lips together, trying to keep your laughter in. While you had gotten up and moved around- mostly to Pam’s space heater and back- he had managed to stay seated the rest of the day. In doing so, he was much less dry and much more showy about it. He flung his hand outward toward the office, slinging water across Dwight’s shirt and face, causing him to splutter and rub his face with his hands as Jim spoke up.

“T’was a lovely day, one and all,” Jim calls out to the office, not looking at any one person, and as you glance around you can already see that no one is paying attention to him- either packing up or already leaving. “But alas!” As he says this, he swings his hands around again, splashing Dwight once more, throwing it from the outward position back down across his chest, “I must bid you, adieu!” He bows, flinging his head down so the water from his hair splashes across Dwight once again, who finally stands up in a quick movement that almost looked threatening- if it hadn’t been Dwight.

“I hope you have more respect for your workplace tomorrow, Jim!” Dwight yells back, roughly grabbing his suitcase and storming out past Jim. You wait until Dwight is in the hallway before bursting out laughing, Jim joining in with you, resting his hands against his desk and bending at the waist as he does so.

“That was a stupidly ridiculous prank, Jim,” You murmur, moving closer to him and leaning against his desk, watching the rest of the office filter out. You watch as Pam gathers her coat, giving you a wave before heading out, and you shoot a small wave back before she’s out the door.

“Sure,” Jim mumbles, standing fully and moving closer toward you. “But it was a fun one.” He leans closer to you, and you back up slightly after watching a few drips from his jacket drip onto you. He laughs, leaning even closer. “What, don’t want rain on you or something?” You chuckle again, standing from your lean on his desk to move a few steps away. His eyes scan your body, then do a double take and scan you slower, a furrow between his brows. Slowly, he stands, turning to face you. “Why don’t you look as wet as I do?” You widen your eyes, tilting your head in mock confusion.

“Hm? What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Jim mumbles, narrowing his eyes with a small smirk, taking a step toward you. “You look dry. Not completely, but you’re not dripping like I am.” You glance around quickly, noticing that everyone has left the office aside from Michael, who still sits in his own little office, unaware of the rest of the office.

“I have no clue what-”

“You dried yourself off!” Jim accuses, pointing a finger at you and taking another step forward. You take a hesitant step back, biting your lip guiltily.

“Well, no! I didn’t!”

“Then-!”

“Pam has a heater, okay!” You exclaim, not quite yelling but raising your voice just slightly. Jim holds back a laugh, but his chest moves with mirth as he narrows his eyes further, taking another step toward you.

“Oh, a heater, huh?”

“Yes! And- and I was cold!”

“I’ll show you cold,” Jim mumbles before rushing forward as if to tackle you, grabbing you around the midsection and standing up fully, lifting you off of your feet while hugging you close, pressing you against his drenched clothing. You squeal out- although you would adamantly deny that- and start pushing against him. He lets you down quickly enough, although if you had thought that whole interaction through as it was happening, maybe you wouldn’t have pushed him away quite so quickly. Jim had been hugging you close and you pushed him away? You sigh at yourself, playfully glaring up at him, arms outstretched to the side. It didn’t really do the intended effect of what Jim was going for- trying to make you more wet from his own clothing- since your clothes were already technically still wet, but you wanted to play along.

“Now look what you’ve done.” Jim just scoffs, rolling his eyes before pulling you by the arm toward the exit, dropping you just as suddenly.

“Yeah, yeah, you’ll hate me forever and whatnot. Let’s get home so we can finally change.”

Waking up hurt. Did it always hurt this bad?

You groan pitifully, rolling over in bed and blearily opening your eyes to blink at your alarm clock. The bright red of the light, even in the morning light filtering in through your bedroom windows, hurts your eyes and brain to look at. By the time you closed your eyes to gain some reprieve, you didn’t even comprehend the numbers on the screen.

You shivered, curling up into a ball under your covers and pulling them in tighter. You let out a small breath through your mouth, though when you tried to breathe in through your nostrils you realized they were blocked. You groan again, slowly realizing what’s going on as you raise a hand to your forehead. Obviously you couldn’t tell if you had a fever by touching your own head, but applying pressure to where it hurt somehow helped.

When you could no longer justify laying in bed- mainly in part because your bladder is about to explode- you finally get up and use the toilet. After washing your hands, you glance up to the mirror and hesitate. You were flushed, nose red from blowing it repeatedly, and your eyes were bloodshot. You looked absolutely horrible. You sigh, reaching into a cupboard for a thermometer, sticking it in your mouth as you dig around for some kind of cold medicine. Thankfully, you had an old bottle lying around, about three-quarters full from the last time you had been sick. You slam the bottle onto the bathroom counter as the thermometer begins beeping, and you pull it out to see the temp.

Yep, definitely a fever. You measure out enough of the cold medicine, taking note of the time before downing it and taking out your phone. You didn’t bother to call, just shoot a text to Michael about being sick and not coming in. After laying in bed and thinking better of it, you shoot Pam the same text, figuring Michael either wouldn’t care or wouldn’t bother to check it. Afterwards, you’re quick to fall back asleep.

Jim wasn’t worried at first.

Of course, he’d been late to work- but that was only because he was halfway to work when he remembered the umbrella he wanted to bring (maybe he liked taking walks in the rain, who knows?) and had to turn around and go back to his apartment to pick it up. He couldn’t help the soppy smile that crossed his face as he grabbed the plain black umbrella, the memories from the day before flitting to the forefront of his brain. Watching you skip along in the rain, throwing your head back to feel the drops fall upon your face- he even chuckles at the memory of you jumping into a large puddle with the sole intent of splashing him. You were both completely soaked at that point, it didn’t really matter. But it also did. The way your eyes lit up, the face you had made, directed at him no less.

So maybe they can take that walk down the food truck again? Maybe they could do it without being soaked, even if Jim had to hold the umbrella slightly more on their side. Besides, it's just a little rain, isn’t it?

So he ‘rushed’ into work late- not really worried about being docked or having a talking to from Michael, mainly just worried that he’ll miss valuable time with yo- his friends. All of his friends. Except, once he turned the corner, his steps slowed when he noticed the desk next to his was empty. Not Dwights, unfortunately, but yours. Jim glances quickly to the side, eyes immediately searching for an explanation from Pam. What he doesn’t notice is his large grin, the smile he had when he had been thinking of you, slowly diminishing to a worried frown. Pam waves him closer, and he approaches before even setting down his briefcase.

“They texted this morning right before work- said they’re sick with a fever and they’re not making it in.” Jim’s brows furrow further, pursing his lips in worry. Pam reaches up and takes his hand, squeezing it with comfort. “Maybe playing in the rain wasn’t the best idea, hm?”

“It’s not- we weren’t-” He hesitates, brow furrowing further as he begins to blame himself. “Is that what they said? That the rain…?”

“They didn’t say a reason they were sick, per se, but-” Pam sighs, tilting her head to the side and dropping her hand away from him. “I mean, I kept trying to keep them warm with my space heater, but they were shivering the rest of the day at work yesterday.” Jim shook his head, taking a step back and tapping lightly on the top of her desk.

“If they were that cold they could’ve changed? I would’ve been-” He huffs, shaking his head again, “It was just a stupid prank.” Pam sighs, her eyes softening as she begins to realize what’s happening. She leans forward, reaching to take his hand again, but he pulls away before noticing she has tried.

“Hey, don’t blame yourself. They knew that too. They told me they were having a ton of fun with the prank, they enjoy doing things with you. I even told them to change, and they refused. It was their own choice.” Jim seems too distracted to fully gather and comprehend what she’s saying, and he turns his unseeing gaze toward their empty desk, biting his lip as he gets lost in his thoughts.

So, yeah, Jim wasn’t worried at first. But the storm was still raging on outside, and they were suffering through a fever alone right now. You were an adult, of course you could handle yourself at this point. You shouldn’t have to, though. It’s always nice having someone around to dote on you when you’re sick, isn’t it? Or would that be too much? He is only a work friend, technically. Even if you meant much more to him than that, you probably didn’t see him that way. He taps Pam’s desk twice as a sort of goodbye before walking slowly back to his desk, lost in thought.

He’s not sure how long he’s spaced out for, thinking of you. He’s done his work, of course. He’s taken calls and ordered paper and done all the other boring stuff that becomes a whole lot more fun when you’re around to distract him. It’s a while into the day, though he’s not sure how far along, when the lights begin to flicker overhead. Everyone in the office raises their gazes up toward the ceiling, hearing the booming of thunder outside their walls as the building fights to maintain power. The lights come back on, stable, and Jim lets out a huff of displeasure. The sudden and intense thought of: ‘If the power goes out, everyone goes home and I can take some soup over to them!’ Is suddenly dashed across the grey-stained carpet. He drops his gaze back down to the paperwork in front of him, hitting a quick save to the document before continuing to fill it out.

An even louder thunder sounds, followed by an almost vibrating of the walls and flickering of the lights before everything goes dark. A feminine scream is heard from far off- probably Kelly- and a few whoops go through the office as people realize what this means. Jim smiles to himself, gathering his belongings as Stanley brushes past, the first to leave the office before Michael even comes out to announce that everyone should go home- “But feel free to stay! We can make pillow forts and watch Die Hard! It’s going to be exciting!” Michael holds his arms to his chest and jumps up and down excitedly before finally moving to gather everything together, tossing every stray pillow and blanket he can find into the conference room.

The camera crew tries to stop Jim on the way out, but he dodges them, waving the camera away and shaking his head at the interviewer behind the scenes. He hopes the video they got of him speeding out of the parking lot was good enough for them, though he really doesn’t care either way. This thunderstorm was the perfect excuse to go check on you, and Jim wasn’t about to pass this opportunity up. Except, Jim started to notice something the closer he got to your apartment- which, admittedly, didn’t take too long, considering you were practically neighbours with the business park.

Jim turns into your complex’s driveway with a wary expression, scanning every window he can see for any flicker of light- though he found none. He parked in the first spot he found available, uncaring of the rain, and dashed out of his car toward the building he had dropped you off at once or twice before. The problem here was that he’d never visited your apartment before, so he was unsure which door actually belonged to you. He hoped he was remembering your address correctly as he looked for the number ‘3’ on the door, climbing some outdoor stairs before finally discovering the number he was looking for. Nervous, both at the thought of seeing you and possibly at having the wrong door altogether, he lifted his fist to knock steadily against the door.

You were in and out of sleep throughout the night- no, day. It was definitely daytime, according to your alarm clock on the nightstand. Although it was so dark out it could practically be nighttime, you realized you could hear the rain pounding against your walls and rattling your window. You knew why it was dark out, at least.

You tried your best to get some rest, staying in bed for the majority of the day. But you couldn’t hold onto sleep for longer than an hour, either waking from a cough or a thunderstrike outside that could’ve been right outside your window for how loud it was. Sure, Scranton has seen its fair share of rainstorms. But this was a whole different story.

You had tried getting up for something other than the bathroom for once, though immediately regretted it. Your stomach turned and you would’ve thrown up if you had anything in your stomach. Which was the reason you had been getting up in the first place, making your way to the kitchen to heat up some soup. You grab a can of chicken noodle soup right as a loud crack pierces the air, followed by some flickering of your lights. As you stare up at your kitchen ceiling your light decides to finally shut off altogether, and you huff out a long sigh. No warm soup for you, it seemed. You just gave up, letting yourself fall into bed and bundle into a ball of starvingness. You laid there for quite awhile, doing nothing and thinking about everything.

You thought you were imagining it at first. Then, you hoped that it was your neighbours who had someone banging on their front door. Eventually, you resigned yourself to get up and at least go check who was at the front door. You wrapped yourself in your blanket, dragging it across the floor with you as you wiped the freshly flowing snot from your nose with a tissue you held in your off-hand. Once you got to the door, you began wondering if your mind was playing tricks on you as you looked through the peephole. To make sure your mind isn’t conjuring up just what you want to see, you throw open the front door without fully thinking it through.

Jim looked like he had been on the verge of walking away, but his head snapped toward your direction at the sound of your door opening. A smile replaces a small worried frown, although it drops slowly as he takes in your appearance. You can’t say you look your best, dressed in your pyjamas and wrapped in your blanket, clutching a tissue, staring slack-jawed at your crush standing on your doorstep.

“Hey,” Jim begins, jolting himself as if reminding himself that he should be the one explaining why he’s here. “I heard from Pam that you were feeling sick?”

“Yeah,” You pause, giving yourself time to think by coughing into your tissue, shaking your head to attempt to rid yourself of the lightheadedness (it doesn’t work), “That didn’t mean you had to come drag me to work?” Jim laughs, which at least proves you didn’t manage to lose your sense of humour while sick, which is good to know.

“Oh, no, that’s not-” He shakes his head, his fluffy but drenched hair spewing droplets every which way, chuckling awkwardly as he does, “We were let out early because of the-” He looks past you, over your shoulder into your apartment to notice that the power had gone out here. “The- uh, the power went out. Over there.” You tilt your head, furrowing your brow with confusion.

“If it went out in the office, how did you know it went out here?”

“Oh,” Jim widens his eyes, throwing his hands up passively, “No, no, I just meant- well, the office’s power went out so we were allowed to go home. And because you were sick I wanted to come check on you.” He chuckles again, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. “I’ve kinda bungled it all up, haven’t I?”

“No, no,” You disagree immediately, realizing that your tone and posture might’ve been a bit off-putting. “I would invite you inside, but,” You look over your shoulder once again at the dark interior, pursing your lips. “I couldn’t even heat myself some soup,” You mumble to yourself, eyeing your dead microwave.

“I can do it!” You jump at the sudden sound of Jim’s voice, turning to look at him with wide eyes. He clears his throat, shrugging as if unaffected, “I just mean, you can come over to mine? My apartment keeps a second generator that kicks on if the power goes out, so I can guarantee some lights and hot soup if you want to come over?” Pursing your lips, you consider it.

“I wouldn’t want to be a bother-”

“No bother, really!” You sigh, wiping your nose with your tissue again.

“I’m sick though, I’ll get you sick.”

“If I was gonna get sick, I would’ve gotten sick yesterday when we were soaked to the bone.” He shakes his head with a small smile, taking a step forward and grabbing a piece of the blanket hanging off of your form. “Come with me, it’s my fault you’re sick anyway. Let me take care of you.”

And who could say no to that?

You move back inside to put some shoes on as Jim grabs the box of tissues from your room, wrapping it in a plastic bag to keep the rain from ruining them. You want to keep your blanket with you, but with how stormy it is outside you don’t find that to be a viable plan. You leave your blanket behind, clutching your bagged tissue box to your chest as you make your way outside under the overhang. By the time you get to the edge and watch the sheets of rain falling to the ground, Jim orders you to wait. He jogs into the rain, to the other side of the parking lot apparently, then drives over. He parks next to your building, then jumps out and yells out for you to wait, pulling a sleek black umbrella from the car. He opens it, already covered in rain himself, and moves over to hold it over your head as you walk a few feet into his passenger seat. You were still rained on a bit, the wind pushing the rain past the umbrella, but nowhere near as much as you should’ve been. You thanked Jim once he got back into the car.

The drive was rather short, in all honesty. If it had been a sunny day, and no one was sick, you could probably even walk between the two apartments. The walk would be along some busy roads, but there were sidewalks, you assuaged. By the time Jim had found a suitable parking space close to his building, he did much of the same. He ordered you to stay in, taking the umbrella with him and opening it before you were able to leave the car. He tries his best to make sure you’re not rained on as you make it to the overhang once again, waiting as he lowers the umbrella and shakes it out, folding it back up into its compact version. Finally, he glances up at you through his eyelashes, smiling.

He jumps, as if remembering what he’s here to do once again, then begins to climb the stairs, looking behind himself constantly to make sure you’re following along. At the third level, the top of the complex here, he ushers you over to a nearby door. He huddles close to it, unlocking it with his key and jiggling the doorknob around before it finally unlocks and swings open. He gives you a sheepish look, holding the door open for you before closing it behind the both of you and relocking it. You take the chance to look around the rather bare apartment.

There was a single grey fabric three-seater couch, which looked as if it was stained at one point before someone tried to clean it, with a small coffee table in front of it- one of the legs resting on a thick book, the spine turned inward so you weren’t able to read the title. A thick television sits atop a TV stand facing the couch, and the little entryway you stood just to the side of as Jim fuddles with the front door’s lock once again. Past the little living room was a small kitchen separated by a small bar, the fridge yellowing and the stove looking old- although the microwave sitting on the counter looked practically shining new. You could see a small hallway that breaks off from the living room right before the kitchen bar, which you assumed led to a bathroom and bedroom.

Although you admitted, Jim was right. The power was certainly on in here, even if it was a rather small apartment.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Jim mumbles right next to you, causing you to jump and turn toward him. He appears to be done fiddling with the door, hanging his keys on a hook in the entryway and looking over at you, smiling once again. “I know the place is really small and looks a bit bare, but I’m kinda building everything up now that I moved out of my roommate’s place.”

“Oh, no, I don’t-” You cough suddenly, turning to cough into your tissue after it takes you by surprise. By the time you’re done, you feel Jim’s hand on your back, and you blink away tears. “I don’t mind, sorry-”

“Hey, don’t apologize. How about you take a seat, I’ll make you that soup I promised?” You nodded, circling around the back of the couch to take a seat on the side of the couch pressed against the wall, letting your back rest against the armrest so you could watch Jim mess around in the kitchen. He was opening and closing a lot of cabinets- practically all of his cabinets- before finally turning to you with a long sigh. He places his hands on the kitchen bar, letting his head hang between his shoulders. “So, bad news on the soup front. I don’t have any.” He looks up, a pouting look on his face that immediately makes you start shaking your head, ready to tell him that everything is okay, but he speaks up before you’re able to. “But that’s alright! If you’re cool with just chilling here, I can run to the store and grab some? I can grab some of that cold medicine too, that I saw you were out of when I went to grab your tissues. Sound like a plan?”

You were nodding slowly, not fully comprehending the situation as Jim rushes over, grabbing something and immediately holding it out for you to grab. You only realize it’s the tv remote once you have it in your hand, staring at it like it’s some sort of alien technology.

“If you want to watch something, feel free. I have cable. Or- or you could sleep on the couch, or on my bed! Feel free to use the bed, too, if you need to. Uh,” He’s a bit antsy, shuffling from foot to foot as he glances around his apartment self-consciously. “Anything you wanna do, really.” He smiles at you before rushing for the front door again, grabbing his keys and fuddling with the front door before yanking it open with force. You watch him leave, waiting until you hear his front door close fully and his footsteps recede before finally coming back to yourself.

So, you were in Jim’s apartment. You glance back down at the remote control, lightly setting it down on the coffee table before standing up. You were in Jim’s apartment, sick and alone. What a weird experience. You begin to take a small tour, seeing his kitchen from a closer angle, but also walking down the small hallway- which only led to two doors. The first door was a bathroom, nicely furnished in that it didn’t look like everything was two steps from falling apart as the kitchen did. The second led to his bedroom, which had a fully put-together bed and a dresser, with what you assumed was a closet attached with a shut door.

You were feeling grimy, really. You hadn’t showered that day yet, sickly with sweats, and you were now in your crush’s apartment. You still could hardly get over that, but in your realization that there was a bathroom with a working light, you figured you could at least solve one problem while Jim was away. So you showered, and you smelled like his body wash and shampoo, which felt a little too intimate like maybe you were breaking a few boundaries, and you hoped he wouldn’t mind. Then, you were standing in the bathroom with a towel wrapped around you when you realized- oh, right. You weren’t in your apartment, with all of your clothes just readily available.

You peeked out of the bathroom, listening for something that apparently wasn’t there. At the sign of- well, nothing, you rushed out of the bathroom and down the hall to Jim’s room. He was a rather tall guy, he would have something that could fit you, right? By the time you were dressed in clothes that mostly fit, though were slightly longer than your usual clothes, and you were on your way to the bathroom to throw the towel into the laundry basket you had seen there, you realized Jim was home. You paused in the hallway, watching as he opened and shut different cabinets once more, likely putting things away. You toss the towel where it should go, then slowly walk out of the hallway into his line of sight. He pauses his hasty storing of his groceries to stare at you, slightly wide-eyed.

“Sorry,” You begin, shrugging and throwing a thumb over your shoulder. “I wanted a shower.” His eyes scan your form again, and you realize he’s taking in the fact that you are wearing his clothes. You could feel your cheeks heat up with an annoying blush as you looked down, trying to picture what you must look like to him. “Sorry for borrowing your clothes.”

“Don’t be,” Jim begins immediately, and you look up quickly to find him meeting your eyes, a small smile playing on his mouth finally. “You look good in them.” The compliment freezes you now, instead. Your brain plays the sentence on repeat, wide-eyed as you stare over at Jim before you realize he is talking and try to shake yourself out of it, tuning back into what he is saying.

“-didn’t know what you’d like, so I grabbed chicken noodle soup, just ‘cause, y’know, it’s the sick-soup that people usually get. But then I worried what if you were vegetarian, so I grabbed bean and bacon soup,” He begins to pull more and more cans out of the bag in front of him, looking as if he’s talking himself into a tizzy. “But then I thought, well what if you had some allergy to beans that I didn’t know about? So I grabbed tomato soup also, but then I figured, well, you’re sick and tomato soup is a bit acidic so-”

“Jim,” You interrupted him, slightly worried that if you didn’t he would just keep talking forever. You take a few steps forward, looking over the many cans in front of him, then direct your attention up to him once more. You were smiling- trying to keep yourself from laughing, honestly- as you finally released him from his misery. “Chicken noodle soup sounds fantastic.” You watch his shoulders relax finally as he lets out a breath, nodding and pulling a bowl over from another spot on the counter- prepared, like he was ready to make it as soon as he knew which one you wanted.

You wander over to sit on the couch one more, playing with the hem of the shirt you’re borrowing as you watch Jim move effortlessly throughout his kitchen. All he’s doing is heating some soup up in a microwave and putting away a lot of cans, but you can’t help but feel enamoured by what you see. That is, until you’re pulling another tissue from the box you un-bagged, then blow your nose into it. You decide to use the plastic bag as a makeshift trash can, keeping it tucked away against the wall so Jim wouldn’t have to worry about it.

“Here you are,” Jim presents the bowl, complete with a large soup spoon and a pot holder underneath to keep the heat from hurting your hands. You take it gently, thanking him distractedly as you make sure not to spill. Jim takes a seat on the other side of the couch, reaching for the TV remote and flicking through a few channels as you take a sip of your soup. It’s not too hot, and you suddenly realize how starving you are. It’s not long before the bowl is empty and you’re setting it all down on the coffee table in front of you. With the channel now stationary on a sitcom, Jim leaning back with one arm slung across the back of the couch, and the food in your stomach, you began to feel content and sleepy.

You fidget in place for only a few moments before you think, ‘Oh, fuck it.’ You scoot a little closer to the middle of the couch before laying down, laying your feet where you had been sitting and then placing your head on Jim’s lap, blinking up at him quickly to see if he’s turned horrified. A distinctly horrified-less face awaited you, instead a soft little smile gracing his face that you’re unsure he’s aware of. Fingers gently brush against your forehead, pushing hair from your face and pressing lightly against your skin as if to feel your temperature. Jim hums lightly in thought, but you relax more into your spot, wiggling to get extra comfy.

“You’re my new pillow,” You mumble, opening your eyes to glance up at him with a smug smirk, “Sorry, I don’t make the rules.” Jim chuckles, feeling the movement of his body from under your head, and you take pride in the fact that you can still get him to laugh.

“Sure,” Jim agrees easily, running his fingers through your hair once more as if he enjoys doing it as much as you enjoy feeling it. “Whatever you need, to get you through this trying time.” You nod accordingly, snuggling into his lap as your eyes finally drift over toward the TV. It’s only a few minutes later when you feel movement from under your head, and you glance up to see Jim leaning practically halfway across the couch, reaching for something. He snags a blanket, leaning back down and unfolding it out above you, letting it settle down on top of you. When he finally tucks it in properly and looks back down to you, he startles when he realizes you are staring. “Sorry, just wanted to make sure you were comfy.”

“I am,” You whisper, love pouring out of every pore of your body. This crush is turning into something much more unfortunate, it seems. As Jim lightly finishes tucking you in, you turn your attention back to the TV, tucked in nice and tight with his lap as your pillow. How did this happen?

(and how is it still platonic?)

#jim halpert x reader #gender neutral reader #rainy days #sick fic #hurt/comfort #mutual pining

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neflil · 6 months ago

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Back to you - mini comic

About how no matter what happens they always seem to go back to eachother.

Read more for the entire thing & some notes >>

(I'm sorry if Tumblr ruins the quality, just click on the picture to see the actual thing x).)

I imagine this night to be one after an argument they had the day before. Carefully avoiding eachother up until now when a teary eyed Gossan goes to find Slate to try and apologize. Gossan instead starts quietly crying because of their entire situation, and Slate only pulls them close. Because like always, everything will eventually be okay again.

This was low-key inspired by the song "Back to you" by Flower face, so if you're curious give it a listen, along with the rest of her stuff god she's amazing !!

/!\ despite the song being obviously about romance, this comic is not meant to be shipping, you can interpret it as whatever you like but my intentions is that it's platonic /!\

Brain worms I tell you, they've eaten my brain. Am I delusional? Probably, but hey.

Also also, cool detail fact and ig echoes of the eyes spoilers (?) in the first page, I wanted it to be like... Gossan is away from the fire and slate, so the world is only sketchy and colorless. When they gets close to them, in the little bubble, light and color returns. Reminded me a lot of how the artifact functions ::)... And could also be said that slate is gossans light your honor they (were) best friends, Interpret that however you like lmfao.

#art #fanart #not shipping #but whatever floats your boat #digital art #outerwilds #outer wilds #outer wilds fanart #gossan #slate #comic #outer wilds slate #outer wilds gossan #noofposting

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owlight · 2 years ago

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Hello hello! I’ve been really enjoying reading your writing and saw that your requests were open! (:

May I request Zoro, Usopp + a character of your choice (even if it’s nobody) with a gn! s/o who has no sense of danger? They just enjoy the excitement of adventure and rush into things with no thought ~

Thank you in advance if you decide to take my request !

Thank you for requesting 💖😚 I love this request fr,been in my draft for few months I'm sorry for that

Tags: not proof read, fluff, reckless behaviors,making up plots as I write

Zoro & Usopp & Trafalgar law with a gn!s/o with no sense of danger

Zoro

You're like Luffy but worse because unlike Luffy you're smart and still choose to walk right through the danger of life without a blink of an eye

But lucky for you ! Zoro is built different (kinda himbo ngl) and he will walk through danger with you with no thought too because someone gotta keep you safe while you walk into the most obvious death trap ever

He will always keep an eye on you ,just to make sure you don't get yourself into trouble,but just like Luffy you wander off on your own ,he goes after you (he get lost in his way to find you) and then he find you fighting some marine captain at a bar for some animal crackers

He so chill with you because years of begin with Luffy had made him immune to no sense of danger (he is also like you too so he doesn't mind it much)

He really like your fearless side ,you could get into the wildest most dangerous situation and you would still have your smile ,he admire that about you a lot

"(y/n) nami told us to stay low" Zoro grumble as he carry you under his arm and run from the marine troops running after you two "yeah but he was a dick to the waitress AND tried hitting on me" you defend yourself, Zoro shakes his head "...you got yourself a point but I'm not taking the blame when we reach the ship,you will !" Zoro says as he run down some alleyway to hide from the Marines,he can't help but smile at the fact you still trying to get free to fight the Marines...ah yeah he is a bit more in love with you because he want to do that too but for once he gotta put your safety before his hunger for a good fight...

He will try his best to let you be doing your adventures safely,he is strong and can protect you well but eh if only he wasn't so bad at actually stopping you from doing reckless things

He will agree to anything reckless you want to do because he Is just...he think it's a good idea? Why not fight a whole troop on your own with him? Both of you are capable???? He doesn't see why everyone think that's dangerous

He is your ride or die for real,he would go down with you with anything without a thought usually,he might argue for like one minute then he would give in Because he think you got a valid point

he might be Stern with you sometimes to make sure you don't harm yourself though , putting yourself in harm is his last thing on his list (still on the list tho)

He enjoys your spirit, quality time with you always lead to him learning new things about himself like he could fight five crocodiles to grab you from an untimely death

He is a 10/10 boyfriend, would help you invade a country if you asked enough

Law

Law sometimes wonder how you both Ended up together, you are the complete opposite from him ,you rush into things ,you are reckless,you don't care for danger

But again you're the reason why he is able to do so many new things ,explore new island and get into some questionable situations

"(y/n)-ya....where were you..and why are you holding a Capybara?" Law asks as he stand on the deck of the Polar Tang,you are standing on the sand as you look at the decked submarine ship "oh yeah,see I went to explore the island with bepo and then I have seen some guy,see the guy called himself the capybara king and he was terrorizing the people of the island,turning them into capybara and I had to fight him and yeah I kinda lost the fight..... and I need your help" you tell him and law rub his temple,so tiredly "we shouldn't care it's not our business,we should leave,get Bepo and let's leave the island" law says sternly and you smiles sheepishly "ahhhh..this is Bepo though,he turned him into a Capybara cuz he took the fall instead of me..."

Law left eye twitch slightly as he grab his sword ".....alright show me where is that bastard ,I will deal with him and then we are leaving and you are grounded for the next month"

You are the reason why he partly have anxiety from new places ,please stop getting into dangerous situation the moment your foot hit an island

He is this close ".." on just starting to put you on those kid leashes before going anywhere,just so you don't wander off somewhere and end up liberating some island by accident

He appreciates your fearlessness yet it make him worry so much about you,please Just stop trying to have some new adventure he know you're a Pirate but You are not immune to injuries

He patch you up after every adventure you end injured from ,he is always glued to you after that ,making sure you don't leave his sight

The crew have a chart for watching (baby sitting) you duty ,they all trying to help law not get grey hair before his thirties by watching over you before you end up somewhere you are not supposed to be

Law still loves you though,your energy is a fresh breath of air in his life even if you always acting so recklessly ,he still adores you

Will try to explore with you sometimes in hope to keep you entertained and safe (you end up finding the one piece I swear)

6.4/10 boyfriend , would stop you from doing a lot of dangerous things ,but sometimes he will watches you do dumb reckless things just to see you come to ask him for help ,it's his favorite routine in a way

Usopp

Every night ,he pray to god that you stop trying to do these dangerous adventures because you always end up dragging him with you ,bless your heart your idea of fun is like active suicide activities in his eyes

He loves you truly but he can so much play brave in face of death,you are like Luffy (but without the plot armor) and he worry sick for you whenever he sees you wander off to your new adventure whenever you reach a new island ,and so much against his own self preservation..he follows you

"my love... I'm pretty I saw Marines camping nearby" Usopp mumble as he hold your hand, walking with you,you have no care in the world as you walk " oh yeah I know,I already burnt Thier camp, they won't bother us for a while while we gather what we need " Usopp felt his eyes jump from his skull '' YOU DID WHAT?"

" oh damn is that judgement??? Uso! I was keeping us safe,beside I made sure no one was inside ya know,it will be more calm for us to walk!" You explains to him and he sighs deeply,your intentions are pure yet your action was what he could describe,a crackhead level plan "we will have to deal with angry marines when they discover what you did ,they will probably call for backup"

You shake your head with a little mischievous grin " they won't be able to,I took all Thier den den mushi mushi " you tell him as you show him your bag,and it was true it was filled with transport snails different shapes and looks very relaxed as they eat a.. cabbage? Do you keep cabbages in your backbag?

"....alright I guess you...really thought this out" Usopp mumble nervously,failing to see that one of the snails look like it belonged to a certain golden suit admiral...he trust you enough to not be that foolish..but you are unfortunately and he is in love with you..

Always have a mini heart attack because of you,have mercy on his soul he will have a heart condition because of reckless you can be combined with Luffy own recklessness,how did he end up having to be with two reckless people in the same crew???

He tries his best to district you off any dangerous situation,so you don't jump at it ,just like with Luffy ,he would gaslight you into NOT going to the dangerous Island because no we didn't just go pass it please don't tell Luffy about it

You are Chaotic good,which he appreciates you are not doing all that out of idiocy (like Luffy) but sheer curiosity and wanting to explore ,it's cute

He singlehandedly saved you 68836 times by begin the voice of reason for you and you listen to him because you love him

He would save you if you need saving ,he would man up for you just to save you and you would appreciate him and love him-at least that what he thinks he want to do, usually you end up saving him ngl

You and him are the polar opposite yet mash together so well,you still listen to him when things get serious and he still let you go apeshit when he notices you needing to let your energy out

He still adores you anyway, because after you get tired from getting into so much adventures ,you cuddle to him like a little cat and he goes through 7737 stage of happiness while biting his hand to not wake you up

You're so precious to him in general even if he is pretty sure he is getting white hair because of you

10/10 boyfriend ngl , would try to stop you but fails miserably and end up joining you,is good at lying his ass and getting you both out of trouble so good for you ngl

#one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #zoro x you #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro roronoa x reader #trafalgar law x you #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar d. water law #Trafalgar law #usopp x reader #god ussop #usopp x you #usopp x y/n #one piece imagine

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twin-disaster-tutel-brainrot · 1 year ago

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So I wanted to write a short post about Splinter's relationship with Donnie, but I realised I need to give it more context, so here we are. This is going to be an analysis on the similarities between Splinter and Donnie, and how those similarities affect their relationship.

Let's start with the easiest example, given to us in "Breaking purple":

(sorry for the bad quality gif)

Donnie, as we know, isn't good at understanding his own emotions and expressing them, and he's also not that good at understanding other's emotions. This video essay explains his low empathy really well.

Donnie doesn't know how to deal with emotions, so he does the next best thing - looks at adult example and copies it.

Splinter, while loving his sons and wanting the best for them, is objectively not the best father. He was thrown into fatherhood with no preparation after being imprisoned for over a decade and turning into a rat. He clearly has depression, has no friends, no support system, etc. And the only reference he has for parenting is his grandpa.

So similarity one, they're not good at dealing with emotions.

The second similarity is they're both bad at lying. And, more importantly, bad at noticing when they're being lied to:

(Arguably, you can say they were all too focused on trying to get away with their own lie, but I digress.)

Donnie needs to be said stuff directly. He's shown to not get sarcasm quite often:

And Splinter is shown multiple times to be quite unobservant:

Like, this gif is from when he grounds them, and he just accepts that those four flour sacks are his sons and moves on.

Which leads us to the third similarity, of them both missing obvious social cues. Donnie because of his social skills, and Splinter because he's unobservant.

There's more similarities, like their love of dancing for example, but the reason I gave those similarities is because I want to talk about their relationship.

Splinter, again, wasn't a very good father. He didn't know how to raise his children, but you can see he did make an effort. They all never hesitate to hug him, to call him Dad, and even when they find out Lou Jitsu is their biological father, they never doubt his role as their dad for a second. Which shows that even though he was neglectful, he did have a positive impact on their lives. They love him, and he loves them.

But, one line stood out to me the most, and that's this Donnie line:

Why? Because Splinter always looks extremely proud of his sons, and it sounds odd that he never told Donnie he's proud of him. And we know he desperately want to hear him say it:

So Splinter never told him he's proud of him, but he's also going to say it three times in this episode, only finishing the sentence once when Donnie isn't close enough to hear. Not only that, but the first instance is because Donnie made him a booster, which looks like a very minor thing, so he has no issue saying he's proud of them even because of the tiniest thing.

If so, then why is Donnie missing the verbal validation so much?

Splinter is not good with knowing when to express his feelings and how, and he's not really observant. Just like he never actually said he's proud of Donnie to Donnie's face in this episode, my guess he never said it to his face in the past too. Like, he tried, but he never actually finished the sentences when Donnie could hear, and he probably didn't even notice.

I'm also guessing he used acts to show how proud he is (for example, the fact he didn't hesitate to choose the Turtle Tank for the demolition derby shows how proud he is of Donnie's work), but because of Donnie's need to be told everything literally, he didn't feel the validation from him at all.

I feel like out of the four turtles, Donnie has the rockiest relationship with Splinter. He logs every interaction they have, doesn't immediately trust him when he offers to spend time together, gets mad at him the most often out of the four of them, etc. But you can also see he loves his dad, and he outright tells him this in "Turtle-dega Nights: The Ballad of Rat Man":

Anyways, I'm just really passionate about showing Splinter isn't just an abusive uncaring father, and showing that the turtles know this.

(Just learned there's an "alt text" option for images so I just removed the image id and turned it into alt text instead.)

#rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt analysis #rise donnie #rise donatello #rise splinter #this is my first post on this blog and I overthought it way too much it took me two days to finish writing this #save rottmnt #save rise of the tmnt #I really like these turtles #remi rants #accesible #alt text #remi analysis #rottmnt gifs

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leiawritesstories · 6 months ago

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The Rustler, 2

Written for @throneofglassmicrofics July prompt "Outlaw" & this part also uses "Finagle"

The Rustler masterlist

word count: 855

warnings: *giggles* none ;)

enjoy!!!

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Hat tugged low to protect against the blazing Western sun, Rowan Whitethorn urged the quarter horse beneath him into a gallop. "C'mon, boy," he coaxed. "Wanna fly?" The horse whickered as if in agreement and sprang forwards, hooves clattering across the grassy, dusty ground.

Even at a gallop, it took over an hour of hard riding until the crossbeam over the entrance to his nearest neighbor's ranch came into view. Rowan tugged on the reins, pulling the horse back into a more sedate trot, and called out a greeting as he rode up the packed dirt path that led into the neighboring ranch.

"Anyone here?" His call echoed around the wide blue sky.

A moment later, another set of hooves clattered into his hearing, and a beautiful Paint mare trotted up with a woman on its back. "Howdy, neighbor!" Aelin Galathynius called, guiding her horse to a stop a few feet away from Rowan. "Long time no see, yeah?"

"Been a few months, I s'pose," Rowan admitted. He tugged his canteen out of his saddlebag and took a long, deep drink of water. "I reckon I came by to ask if'n ya had any trouble last night."

A stormy frown crossed Aelin's face. "How 'bout ya c'mon with me, Whitethorn, and I'll show ya?" She nudged her mare with her boot heels and led Rowan towards the west pasture of her ranch. Aelin was a cattle rancher, and her stock was well known throughout the region for being high quality.

As they came into the west pasture, Aelin slowed to a stop, dismounted, and tied her mare's reins to the fence post. On foot, she took Rowan to the fence line, and he whistled lowly at the sight. "Well...damn."

"You could say that," Aelin agreed. A good ten yards of her fence lay in ruins on the ground, and from the heavily trampled grass, it was clear that a good-sized portion of her cattle had been stolen. "Woke up this mornin' and came out to the pastures to find that some goddamned cattle rustlers must've gotten here first."

"Fuck, I'm sorry, Aelin," Rowan murmured. "Looks like I wasn't the only one targeted last night, then."

Aelin turned to him with a puzzled expression. "Whitethorn, ya don't own cattle."

"Nah, but I've got horses." He scowled. "Seems like your cattle rustler might've been in cahoots with the horse thieves who stole my Asterions."

"No," Aelin gasped. She rested one gloved hand on his forearm. "God, I'm so sorry, Rowan. Have ya told the sheriff?"

He scoffed. "What good would that do? Sheriff ain't been out to these parts in months."

"Guess so." Aelin removed her hand, but Rowan caught it, his hand warm and solid and strong around hers.

"Tell ya what, Ae," he began. "How 'bout a li'l partnership?"

She raised her brows skeptically. "You proposin' to me again, Rowan Whitethorn?"

An adorably vivid blush stained his tanned cheeks red. "Now why'd you go and bring that up again, Galathynius?" He flashed her a teasing grin. "Nah, you told me exactly what ya thought the first time I did that. So, here's my deal: I'll help you fix up your fence and look for the cattle rustlers if'n you'll help me catch the horse thieves."

"You askin' me to turn vigilante, Whitethorn?" Aelin joked. "Hell, after what happened last night, I'd be best off doin' just that." She stuck out her hand. "Throw that ranch hand of yours in to help with the fence and we've got us a deal."

"Alright." Rowan shook her hand firmly. "I'd best be gettin' back to my place now."

"Send word when ya want to talk 'bout capturin' some rustlers," Aelin said, waving as Rowan mounted his horse and rode away. He tipped his hat to her as he galloped down the road that led off of her property.

When he was no longer visible, she swung herself up onto her horse and nudged the mare's flanks with her spurs. "Let's get goin', my girl!" She headed off towards the eastern corner of her property, slowing to a walk when she reached the stand of scrubby trees that clustered around that corner of her ranch. Dismounting, she tied her mare's reins to a tree, set her up with a bucket of water, and headed off into the patch of shade that the hardy sycamores offered.

Tucked into a closely spaced cluster of trees was a stable big enough for a dozen horses, its wooden planks painted to blend in with the shadows of the trees overhead. Aelin rapped three times on the door and pushed it open, blinking in the hazy gloom of the windowless building. A horse whickered softly at her approach, and she strolled up to its stall and stroked its nose.

"Shh now, Kasida girl," she murmured, calming the beautiful silver Asterion mare who was still a little antsy after having been taken from her familiar, comfortable stall on Rowan Whitethorn's ranch.

"You'll be out in the wind tonight, my girl, I promise," Aelin whispered. "If we're lucky, you might even find yourself a new home."

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@wordsafterhours

@elentiyawhitethorn

@morganofthewildfire

@mariaofdoranelle

@rowanaelinn

@house-of-galathynius

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#my writing #the rustler #ranch au #oh look another ranch au hahahahaaa #aelin galathynius #rowan whitethorn #rowan x aelin #rowaelin #eventually rowaelin bahahaha #rowaelin fanfic #rowaelin fanfiction #elide lochan #lorcan salvaterre #ansel of briarcliff #nehemia ytger #tog ladies #throne of glass #throne of glass fanfic #throne of glass fanfiction

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sleptwithinthesun · 6 months ago

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Tim anon here! Maybe he’s dealing with hayfever while he’s trying to patrol? Also very happy to read whatever you have already going !

HI SORRY I DUCKED OUT FOR TWO MONTHS I WAS. OCCUPIED

and yes ofc!! please forgive me if this is poor in quality; i haven't written any snz content in three months now sO im out of practice and i was falling asleep while i wrote this. here's 1.3K of sneezy t/im and annoyed but caring j/ason :D

(if you're still looking for whatever stories i have for d/c, you can look at my fic masterlist and check out the t/imber college au!!)

Tim always was a stubborn little son of a bitch, Jason'll give him that. And, out of every villain Red Robin had fought, he'd know that best; he'd tried to kill the Replacement enough times to say he's almost like a cockroach, refusing to die no matter what Jason did.

It shouldn't be surprising, then, for Jason to find Tim on patrol, crouching silently on a rooftop. Ordinarily, this wouldn't be an issue, except for the fact that the pollen's the highest it's been thus far, and Timmy has some of the worst pollen allergies Jason's ever seen.

"What're you doing out here, Red?"

His voice comes out low and distorted with fuzz, the warping effect of the modulator in his helmet. He alights next to Red Robin with little more than a soft crunch of his boots on the rooftop. It takes him a moment too long to react and look at him, and just by observing Tim's posture, Jason can tell he's not doing well. There's a slump to his shoulders, a slight tremor in his hands as he holds his bō out defensively. He relaxes the moment he clocks Jason, though, stumbling forward into the elder's arms.

"Woah, hey..." Jason trails off, catching the younger vigilante in a hug. Caught off-guard, he's unsure what to do, unsure what's going on. He'd expected to have to drag Tim back to his safehouse and then stuff him with antihistamines, but it seems like he's already giving up.

"Hood," Tim mumbles, his voice thick with congestion.

"Why're you out here?" Jason rephrases, and Tim clutches tighter to the sides of Jason's leather jacket.

Tim's breath hitches as his inhales, and it takes him a second to regain control. "Badtmband," he replies, nearly incomprehensibly.

"B sent you on patrol?" translates Jason.

He nods, wordless, then shudders with a quick series of sneezes. Tim's worryingly careful to avoid the leather, crushing a gloved fist against his nose and squeezing his eyes shut beneath the mask. "ngxt! n'xtt! h'ngt-tt! hih... hh'ngXxt!"

"Bless you, Red, jeez."

"Thaggs." Tim sniffles, blinking slowly, like he's barely staying awake. Jason casts a glance around the area, making sure there's no one near the two of them. Tim's in a dangerous position now, and while Jason's more than capable of knocking a couple of heads, he's not in the mood to deal with anyone tonight when Tim's already vulnerable. Moreover, how the hell could Bruce think it was a good idea to send Tim out on patrol tonight? Just look at him.

He makes an executive call. Tapping on the comm at his ear, Jason only halfway tunes into Dick's conversation with Damian, shamelessly interrupting to say, "You're going to want to cover the East end of the city, I'm taking the Replacement home for the night."

"Hood, wha—"

"I'll rip o—"

Turning off the comm amid Dick's confusion and the threat Damian was about to level, Jason then shifts his attention to Tim. He's small enough to carry, still, and Jason doesn't really see another way out of the situation they're currently in. Tim's simply too exhausted to move of his own accord, and if Jason weren't already so worried about exactly why that is, he'd be paying attention to the fact that B, despite having access to their medical files, chose to send Tim out tonight when Stephanie's in town as well as Cass.

Jason's gentle with Tim as he pulls him upright. "Red? Hey, c'mon, we're going home."

"Mm, ndo," Tim mutters. "Godda padtrol."

Jason scoffs. "You're barely functioning."

"I'mb fide."

"No, you're not. Look, Red," says Jason, hoisting Tim onto his back. He manages to grab on, helping Jason out the tiniest bit. "I dunno why the fuck B sent you out tonight, but that was a mistake."

Tim gives a wordless groan against Jason's back, one that could either be a protest or a resigned acceptance, before turning his neck to sneeze into his shoulder. "gk'tt! ng'xXt! h'kff!" He doesn't quite manage to stifle the last one, muffling it instead.

"Bless you."

"Nng."

"Hood?"

He startles. "Fuck, Oracle, don't just start talking in my ear."

"This is important. Red dropped off the comms ten minutes before you showed up. GPS was working, audio and camera were working, but Red just... stopped talking."

"Yeah, he's still not doing well. What's going on?"

He can hear the tapping of Barbara's keyboard over the line, underneath his breaths and the whirring of his grapple gun. "Red's working on a case."

"He told me Batman sent him on patrol. Bless you, Red."

"I try to stay out of their personal business. All I know is that Red was trying to get evidence for a case when he went out."

Jason sighs. "Alright. Thank you, O."

"Anytime, Hood. Get him inside."

"Already on it." He lands on the roof to his safehouse the second Oracle clicks off the comm, using the door to get Tim somewhere that he can lie down. The second he pulls the Red Robin cowl off of Tim's face, it becomes obvious just how allergically miserable he is; his nose is red and there's a thin sheen of moisture on his upper lip. His eyes are bloodshot and puffy, his lips slightly parted to take in shallow breaths as his chest rises and falls with increasing rapidity.

Jason hurries over to the kitchen. "Hang on for eight seconds, Red," he calls over his shoulder, grabbing a fistful of Kleenex and then rushing back to the living room and thrusting them to Tim's face.

His reaction is immediate. Tim practically snatches the tissues from his hand, cupping his hands around his mouth and sneezing harshly into the tissues while still trying to remain as quiet as possible. "h'hH'hGXT! nGT! gxt-xxt-xtt!"

"Bless—"

"k'shtt! h'xt'shu!"

"Christ," Jason whispers. "Bruce let you out like this?"

Tim blows his nose softly, unproductively. "More like he ordered me oudt like this."

Well, Bruce always was a sadistic dick. "Elaborate."

Tim sighs, like the effort of telling Jason is too much for him. "I'm on like, seventeen Benadryl. Enough to see The Hat Man."

"That... is not what I wanted to hear."

Jason blinks at Tim. With the new information, Tim's current behavior makes a lot of sense. The exhaustion, the inability to focus, the lack of filter. Ordinarily, Tim wouldn't dare to call direct blame to Bruce, would smooth things over with his words to bring attention to his own poor decisions, because that's what Tim does.

But, apparently, Tim-on-seventeen-Benadryl doesn't.

He sighs. "I fucked up a case. I'm tired, I'm not thinking, I'm sneezing every six seconds. Obviously, I fucked up a case."

"How does that result in Bruce forcibly sending you on patrol?" demands Jason.

"He got mad that I fucked up the case, duh," Tim says. He lazily presses his elbow to his face and sneezes again. "h'Hhh! hk'sh! kshh! ng'tshh! ish! huhh..."

When he brings his arm down again, there's a small bit of mess running down his upper lip. Jason sighs inwardly at the thought of having to clean him up; Tim might not be close with him, but Jason does still consider him to be his brother. He feels a sense of responsibility toward him, especially when he's... fragile like this.

"And so, as punishment, he sent you out on patrol while you can't even see your own feet in front of you," summarizes Jason, using another tissue to wipe Tim's face. Tim nods, head lolling to rest against the back of the couch.

"Yep."

"Don't sneeze on me," Jason warns.

Tim just sighs.

"Alright. Fuck, the old man really is a prick." Tim only nods and sniffles again. "Just... sleep off the Benadryl, okay? We'll settle this in the morning."

"I'll say hi to The Hat Man for you," Tim slurs, already half asleep.

Jason closes his eyes for the solid four seconds he needs to regain his sanity. "Yeah, Tim. You do that."

#askbox #promptfic #d/c snzfic #snzfic #d/c #t/im d/rake #j/ason t/odd #swts fic

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tillman · 2 years ago

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Ok, here it officially is in all its 2013 mobile port glory, Guilty Gear Vastedge XT’s cutscenes are all in this folder.

Heres my preface, they are all silent, oddly, the sound wasnt stored in the files themselves (or if they were, the rippers i found online couldnt access it for whatever reason?). They are VERY low resolution as well, this is a mobile port of a pachislot game, even using the recommended methods to get the best quality from the file type, they turned out so tiny, sorry about that. They also, are a certified mess. Its 4039 videos, all with the most esoteric names, all about a few seconds long, and all with multiple variations each. I’m sorry about this, I can probably make a cleaned up folder one of these days but I really wanna just get this out for everyone to poke at LOL

Im baffled we could even get this much out of the apk... I truly thought this would be lost until arcsys themselves stepped in or someone spent the 200+ bucks on a pachislot machine... i hope at least one other person in the world finds this entertaining or interesting in some way :-)

Heres a MEGA link. And heres just my raw Google Drive in case thats easier!

Thank you to @/52-61-64-69-6f for grabbing a bunch of other assets including a shit ton of audio tracks and such, and thank you to 7oby @/solradguy for getting me the APK and OBB files themselves and also just everything else lmao. Thanks to @/sinkiske on twitter for having the files in the first place! Last thank you to my smelly cat for trying to cancel the conversion process multiple times.

I really do hope one day the pachislot graphics themselves are saved, even from the mobile port they are really charming and fun but for now im gonna go lay down .

#guilty gear #feels insane to say vastedge went from like. fully lost to just. having everyhting easily ripped in a single day. holy shit.#might make a lost media wiki account just to share and see if anyone a bit more skilled with code can get more than i can

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whochromatic · 1 year ago

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I must not read chapter 109 and wait for the chapters to pile up.. I must not read chapter 109 and wait for the chapters to pile up.. I must...

*reads it anyways*

Why did I do that. Damnit, I should've known that reading that chapter would have re-activated my need for more. I was way better off ignoring anything related to Yohaji and just went about my day, not thinking about Yohaji every minute of the hour of the day of the week. But the damage has been done. Now I have to read the whole manga all over again just to satisfy myself once again. But no. That's not enough. I searched every corner to hunt every single content of Yohaji. Tumblr. Twitter. Youtube. Tiktok. Ao3. Our lord and savior Canada's account. The giver of reason in life, one who resurrects the dead, the sailor uniform to my life, Tanamai-sensei's account. I know that the Yohaji content in this world is not enough and will NEVER be. The moment I discovered this manga, I knew that it would be my life. The fact that it had only reached me last year, ber month is unforgivable. Why did it not have content as many as the amount of numbers there are to exist so that it could reach me at the start of it's existence? It should have been Yohaji. Not BNHA! Nothing against that anime by the way. Well, I am grateful that I stumbled upon Yohaji while it had 100+ chapters though. And the fandom being small enough to only have nice and cool people in it. But those fics in ao3 though? Why- I mean, I don't really care or pay attention to them but the fact that the amount of nsfw fanfics is probably (I'm saying probably because they might just be more) equal to the amount of sfw fanfics in there is- I swear, WHY ARE THERE SO LITTLE FANFICS OF YOHAJI?! 3 PAGES?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!? There might be more in other places but I only read in ao3 and Tumblr if I find some there. I'm so thankful for the translators though!!! I love y'all. I love the fandom. I love the characters. I love Yohaji. I love the creator. God- sorry I forgot I can't use sensei's name in vain. I'm telling y'all, Tanamai is the GOAT. A GENIUS!! Your brain is beautiful. What goes on in head yours? Tell and everyone might gain more braincells. What's with you? What's with your humor?? What's with your lore?! WHAT'S WITH YOUR ART??? WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?!?! SENSEI WHEN I CATCH YOU OHH WHEN I CATCH YOU. But of course, it's not your fault that I'm starving for more Yohaji chapters. One month is nothing to me- IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO CREATE THIS WONDERFUL AND HEAVENLY HOOK THAT CAUGHT ME EVEN ONLY WITH IT'S TITLE AND ART?? HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO MEEEE?!?! Senseiiiiii*sob* waaaaaahh... Still, I'm sooo happy this is getting an anime this year!! I've been waiting for this ever since I found out it existed along with other Yohaji fans. I knew it would happen soon enough because it's the law. It's a crime to not make an adaption of amazing yet weird yet amazing manga like no other. Death row. DEATH ROW!! It's fine even if it's low quality. As long as it exists, I can finally pass on peacefully- when it airs it better be as good as the manga and look immaculate, I'm telling you. Haha, just kidding. Or am I..? I cannot wait until April or whatever how long it takes for the anime to air just please. Please even the trailer only. But I'm sure everyone is already working hard to make the anime for it. Do your best!! You're doing the right thing! And.... uhm.. 24 episodes... please..? AHHH HARUAKI'S SMILEEE!!! IT'S INVADING MY MIND!! GET OUT! PLEASE GET OUT!!! THIS LOWLY UNGRATEFUL UNDESERVING WORSE THAN DUST BUZZ BUZZ KILLABLE STUPID MORTAL ABOMINATION CAN'T HANDLE OR DESERVE SOMETHING LIKE THAT!! AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! I can't do this. More. More. More Yohaji. I NEED IT. IF AIR AND SAILOR UNIFORM IS LIFE THEN SO IS YOHAJI!! RAAAAAAAHHH

Also I accidentally deleted a longer version of this and rewrote it with my memory. Thanks for wasting your time on this like I did.

#yohaji #youkai gakkou no sensei hajimemashita #terrified teacher at ghoul school #I'm fine #But not finer than YOHAJI SENSEI AND THE FANDOM-

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autisticempathydaemon · 7 months ago

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𝓖𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓭𝓪𝔂,

this is for the redacted boy matchups!!

UHMMM my name’s amber, im a cat person i love cars and i have unnecessary beef with Lasko just cuz he reminds me so much of myself

I was born and raised in the Philippines ^_^, i speak 3 languages currently

this is such a halfassed introduction im so sorry SO HAPPY TO BE HEREE ok

1. What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why?

- Just the entirety of ‘A letter to my 13 yr old self’ by laufey but instead it’s dedicated to my friends

“Baby, know that

You’ll grow up and grow so touch and charming

Write your stories, fall in love a little too

The things you thought you’d never do”

- Every time I listen to this, I always think of them and what they’ve confided in me with, I grieve with them and just wish I could have been there to shield them from it :3

2. Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why?

- When it comes to longggg video essays , I usually lean towards topics that I’m already fond/familiar of so that i remain interested and focused (current interests like the mandela catalogue :D or political affairs going on in the world, or true crime)

- Dunno if it counts for a video essay but i once finished watching a 4 hour senate hearing….in one sitting

3. What is your go-to way to fall asleep?

- I often do have to take melatonin cuz sometimes there’s too much happening up there—>🧠 and i struggle to fall asleep

- asmr videos (i like the ones made by small creators cuz the rest are too predictable)

- or i have a playlist for sleeping and i usually put that on very low volume on a speaker

- I also can’t sleep without hugging something but it CANT be a person, has to be…..a pillow…or a stuffed animal

4. What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why?

- i only listen to the ‘don’t hang up’ halloween audio like maybe 12 times a day? For the past 4 months or so :P

- I absolutely love the trope and i loveee the way that it was executed.

- I love the cadence of his voice in that audio, and something about his demeanour is soooooo🤗🤗the gravely voice and the dark laugh is to die for (he reminds me of David a tiny tiny bit)

-something about how protective these men are and how authoritative they can get (to a certain extent) just do it for me i dunno :3

-me 🤝distorted voice on the phone

- i also rlly like porter’s first video ^_^

5. What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.)

- blake? Kody?

- Blake i find has very realistic ‘yandere’ qualities and that makes him more creepy for me

- Kody is very self-explanatory

6. Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend?

- GUUUUUYYYYYYYY or asher >_<

- These are men that I am so confident I would never catch feelings for cuz we’re very similar in a way

- I don’t tend to gravitate towards people that I share similarities with? I’m more interested in people that are the opposite (so i feel like in terms of romantic attachments, I get along with those types of people really well)

7. Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.)

- i feel like im not answering the question properly but when i ramble (which I do a lot) i sort of don’t stick to one topic

- I don’t know anything about anything so I usually ramble about one thing and then move on with another topic

- (halfway thru typing i just realized what this is actually asking) but when im tired that’s when I actually stop talking for once :D

8. Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment.

- i have a playlist full of filipino songs because I currently live in Canada and i am soooo homesick, also doesn’t help that I haven’t really met any other filipinos (outside of immediate family members) :(

- there’s also another which is just full of songs released in the 1900’s, not only do i enjoy listening to old-school songs, i was also raised by old people so these type of songs basically defined my childhood.

9. What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why?

- Boyfriend asmr >_<

- Maybe fanfics of fictional characters???

- I’m especially partial to yandere stuff…cuz…idk i wish i knew

- Also cupcakke (i’ve put her on shuffle and managed to complete a big assignment in one sitting so thats my queen)

10. Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to.

- it would be the Haunting of Bly Manor (horror, suspense, romance, drama?)

- GAY PPL CAN NEVER BE HAPPY RAGHHH

- Definitely my favorite ‘horror’ series

- It’s special to me because I find a lot of horror media to be…just very hard to enjoy since gore and jumpscares don’t really do it for me

- Haunting of Bly Manor stands out from the rest of horror movies/series because the storytelling is immaculate, characters are complex (and you actually feel the loss when they get killed off unlike others), and the pacing is perfect

- It reads like a fairytale and a bedtime story, and given the plot, it might as well be a love story too

- There’s so many figurative/metaphorical occurrences that i can break down and unpack and thats why I find it enjoyable: its thought-provoking and just the right amount of scary

- It also has that ‘gothic’ aura to it that i ABSOLUTELY LOVE

11. Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo.

- idk about gas station but i like chocolate milk more than anything else

12. As for the enneasgram (i cant spell) test thingy….i can’t do it cuz it’s making me pay…BUT! I do know my MBTI personality thing is..INFP…or ISTJ…idk it kinda changes everytime i do it

That is all. You have 2 hours. /j🤗

I hope this is enough info (i also hope it’s not too much :D) and im not even sure im answering them right 😖 but regardless I enjoyed myself. You’re so awesome for doing stuff like this i cant wait im gnawing at my enclosures rn.

This was a hard one to consider- I wanted to take into account your attraction to people who contrast you while also finding someone similar enough that I feel they’d be compatible. In my heart, in my gut, this left Sam.

In a few ways, you have significant things in common. You’re both introverts. You’d like the same music, given Sam’s age, and you’d have the same taste in horror (which is very important if you ask my boyfriend and I. Crucial, even.). Yet, in fun and cute ways, you differ. Sam’s a dog person. Sam doesn’t get your love of yanderes, cars, or true crime. (So he says. He’s the type of DILF where he walks in on you watching a true crime documentary and just stands there, refusing to sit down.)

Just as he deserves, your life together with Sam would be so peaceful; he’s a peace and quiet kind of guy, you know? I’m imagining a cabin in the woods, a cat and a dog because y’all would make them get along, long drives in his ancient truck that amazingly still runs only because he fixes it by hand. I’m thinking of movie nights where Sam mother-hens you and rations the sugary, junk food snacks y’all get for it because he has to take care of his human and make sure you get a balanced diet.

Song:

On a lonely highway stuck out in the rain/ Darlin' all I have to do is speak your name/ The clouds roll back and the waters part/ The sun starts shinin' in my heart for you/ You're right there in everything I do

It’s not a creative take, but I think Sam loves country music; I think he’s a man of taste! It reminds me, and therefore him, of all the fun, nostalgic parts of home! Does he love this particular country song? I’m not sure, but one, it makes me think of Sam carrying you and your love with him wherever and whenever he goes in his immortal life. Two, it literally uses the term “darlin’” in it, okay, that’s a sign. That’s a done deal.

Runner-ups:

Damien is a runner-up because you see a lot of yourself in Lasko and you like people that contrast you. This is actually derivative of a ship I like quite a lot; I thought Damien/Lasko had this wonderful two sides of the same coin dynamic before HuxDami became canon. Vincent is your other runner-up because his extroverted nature is so fun opposite your introversion, but you’d still bond a lot over a mutual love of cars.

note: if you love horror movies without jumpscares or gore, I cannot recommend “They Look Like People” enough. It’s quite literally my favorite.

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redactedaudio #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

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