#may I talk about how much this man has hinted shit for like the past months

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Sometimes I realise that most people who aren't afflicted with the q!BBH brainrot or watches his POV don't know that he has a master plan to destroy the Federation and protect the eggs (that does not consist of just getting the eggs back although he did need them for it)

Like how much shit do the non q!BBH POV watchers don't know, I feel like this man is just a lore factory but it sucks bc people don't really bother to peak/learn unless it's big like kidnapping Ron.

And then people say shit "came out of nowhere" like his memory loss on Twitter and I cry.

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Fargo Season 5: Gator Speculation

Y’all I am starting to fear for this man’s life. 😂 If you have not watched episode 5 yet, warnings for spoilers ahead.

So my theory that Gator and Dot may have previously been romantically involved went from an itch based on tiny clues that might have been circumstantial, to a full on burn last night.

Up until now we haven’t had any confirmation of Dot/Nadine’s age. The actress is only a few years older than Joe, but Hollywood is notoriously gross about women not looking their age, so it was entirely possible Juno was playing much older than she actually is. But now we know Dot was a teenager when she was brought into Roy’s little cult and when she married him.

For me that pretty much confirms that she and Gator are peers, and that he was a teenager when his father married a child near his own age. 🤢

Another thing that went from an itch to a burn for me: During the home invasion, when Dot first sees Gator she says “shame on you there’s a baby in this house”. This struck me because it’s the first time that I can recall Dot using such infantile language to refer to her daughter. While it’s not strange at all or uncommon for people to infantilez children in general, typically that kind of perspective becomes part of your regular speech patterns. “Gotta get home to my babies” that sort of thing. But to my memory Dot has always referred to Scotty with very particular language, possessive language at that. Scotty is always her child, her cub - and they even have her remind us there isn’t anything a mother lion wouldn’t do to protect her cub.

Dot might have chosen to refer to Scotty as a baby in that moment out of calculation, in the hopes that it would prick Gator’s conscience - which naturally infers that she has reason to believe he has one to work over. It also can’t be ruled out either that the specific use of the word baby was an unconscious slip, due to her shock and the vulnerability of the moment. Because the last time she saw Gator she was pregnant with what might be his baby.

The other hint we got this week is Dot confirming that Roy is an abusive piece of shit. She says something along the lines of what is obvious about Roy - that when he’s happy and feels in control things were good, but the minute he feels challenged or insecure he’d hit her and climb all over her just to feel strong again. Only when she’s describing this behavior she specifically uses the word ‘they’. They don’t hit you at first. “They” turn on you and push you down when they need to feel strong.

Now of course, Dot could just be talking about men in general. Men like Roy. But well, Gator IS a man like Roy. He’s desperately trying to walk in his father’s shoes and be all of the things he’s not, and he lashes out on other people to build himself up. We know from his own lips what he did to another teenager who accidentally injured him during a high school football game and stole his (most likely imagined) future in football. Given how close he and Dot are in age and all the hints that we have that he feels something for her, I think it’s highly likely that something happened between them.

I think it’s very possible that they connected, and were able to be vulnerable with each other. Gator seems just as surprised that Dot has become a “tiger” as Dot was that he has become his daddy’s lacky. I think in the past, at first they were able to find comfort in each other and things were good but eventually Gator did something that scared Dot and she decided to run.

At this point, I am confident at the very least that Gator’s feelings for/about Dot are romantic. Whether or not Dot has ever reciprocated them is still 50/50 for me. Regardless I think Gator held a candle for her and that as the tensions rise in the final episodes and he sees just how far Roy is willing to go to hurt and control her it’s going to force him to take a hard look at Roy, the kind of man and father he is, and really ask himself if that’s what he wants to be.

The part that scares me is Roy. Because when he’s in control and he feels like he has power over you, he’s loving. But the minute you do something to rock the boat… 😩 I have this really bad feeling that Gator is going to make an effort to be his own man, just in time to learn a final lesson about just what type of monster he narrowly avoided becoming. That scene with the blindfold and the rope keeps coming back to me.

Of course, my anxieties about that little clip aside there is always the possibility of the narrative going full Shakespeare on us. Gator, bringing about the downfall of his father’s kingdom by falling in love with his step mother and killing his father. 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾 Full on Oedipus.

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Saw your blog about Sam and boobies and comments about Tobias, your Lord and Master! You gave us tasty info about Tobias in bed, do you have about Sam?

Hi Anon, I don't have any direct source info about how Sam is in bed, unfortunately. But, we can glean some things from what his past romances have hinted at, what they've risked to be with him, as well as what he has said himself.

I present you some of the evidence. TMGD (The Magical Golden Dirk) is verra magical and makes grown women do things they may not ordinarily do.

For example...

1. It makes them get into public catfights over Sam (Amy Shiels and Cody Kennedy aka The Barbie Wars).

2. Makes them ditch their families on Thanksgiving (Cody Kennedy).

3. Makes them leave their perfect English boyfriends (Abbie Salt, she later got back with her perfect English boyfriend, and is now married to him).

4. Makes their previous dates look like little kittens compared to big lion Sam (Mackenzie Mauzy's ex, Billy).

5. Makes them risk the plague (Gia Marie quarantining with Sam in Hawaii at the height of the Covid-19 pandemic).

6. Makes them accept friendship from a disgruntled-would-be-Sam-date, yet still take him up on an offer of a weekend in Germany together, despite said disgruntled-would-be-Sam-date continuously bashing Sam (Georgia Ellenwood and Monica Aksamit). Georgia's like "Monica gurrrl, yeah, I hear ya, that sucks what happened with Sam, but look the other way when I spend the weekend with him in Germany, mkay...cause there's no resisting all that golden delicious Scottishness when it comes a-calling," and many, many other examples.

Women don't risk all this shit for small dick or a bad lover. They just don't. Simple as that.

Here's his ex-girlfriend, actress, Cody Kennedy, making it verra clear, back in the day, that one Scottish man in particular was rocking her world. This is right before she didn't spend Thanksgiving with her family for the first time ever. And instead of American turkey, she chose to have something Scottish for Thanksgiving...in Tulum, Mexico. 👇

Sam dated Abbie Salt twice. The first time was when he initially met her in 2011 or thereabouts, while Sam was filming the movie "A Princess For Christmas" with Abbie's sister, actress, Charlotte Salt. Abbie used to have a Twitter account and they would Tweet back and forth to each other. Here's an example of Sam being cheeky and letting us know he does enjoy #cocktails in bed. 👇 As we know, the second time they dated was for most of 2015.

Here's an old Tweet where Sam lets his ex FWB (friends with benefits), Amy Shiels know he has arrived, is ready, and waiting. 👇 Any other man saying this would be creepy, Sam saying it, is SO hot. My nipples literally get hard whenever I read this Tweet.

Here's a previous post of mine showing some old Tweets between Sam an his ex-girlfriend, Katie Rebekah Osborne. Charm galore. 👇

Sam himself let us in on some things he may be into in bed. Below, is the infamous honeypot video. Sam talks abut deciding between using his tongue, licking a honeypot or using his fingers. I HATE his hair here, so I just close my eyes, and listen to him talk about licking and fingering honeypots, and then I start praising the Lord for a man who is into oral. The opposite is a deal breaker for sure. Thank you Jesus and all the angels in Heaven for Sam being into eating honeypots! 👇

Below, is another classic video, showing us that Sam is most definitely cheeky, fun, charming, and all of that translates to "good in bed." Too bad all this SamCait cuteness fueled so much Extreme Shipper bullshit but luckily, the rest of us can enjoy it for what it is---two COSTARS and FRIENDS having fun PROMOTING Outlander. I love how proud of himself Sam is after making "the stiff one" comment. He's like "I made a funny!" And just waited for Cait and the interviewer to catch up. And he is still feeling himself afterward. It's adorable to watch. 👇

Generally, I don't give much credence to men who brag about the size of their dirks, but Sam is famous now, and if he were small, some chick he dated would have already commented about it. Here's Sam confirming being called Sam Hugeone "wouldn't be the first time." 👇

Plus, we have video proof HERE. 👇 A man has to be "hung" for his dirk to be visibly flapping in the wind from the SIDE like that. Facts.

Also, Sam is a Taurus. Taurus men are known to be sensual, romantic, eager to please their lover, and have a lot of sexual stamina.

In conclusion, based on the evidence presented, Sam Roland Heughan seems to unequivocally be a good lover. He's made more than one woman lose her dang mind for him...and that doesn't happen with bad dirk..it just doesn't. I rest my case. 😚

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@Daily-Writing-Challenge - May 2024 - Day 2 - Embrace (oh look I posted two days in a row, go me)

(Fair warning, really long)

(Written as an ongoing growth arc with my warlock, Deiala Vyneaniux. Some might not make sense completely not knowing her background, but overall enough to understand)

Dei stopped in at her book shop to get books she thought would be good for reading to Eli, certainly something more interesting than the Elven ship craft of pre-war Feralas. The book was what Dei had in her bag when she got the news about her friend being injured and what she had been reading to her since. It likely was part of the reason Eli was sleeping so much.

Picking a couple titles off the shelves, she turned when the bell on the door chimed. An Illidari ducked under the doorframe and turned immediately to face Dei with a smile. He was a large man, easily over eight and a half feet with shoulders wider than her door frame and was the reason Dhes and Ewan’s size did not phase her much, the man was also drop dead gorgeous.

The shop owner did not *entirely* lose her composure but she cleared the distance to him in a few strides, he bent to hug her and lifted her off the ground to the surprise of Dei’s slack jawed assistant. “You *look* good,” he said with a shit eating grin on his face

“You always say that,” she replied tartly, “and we both know it is not true.”

“Au contraire, pretty lady, I mean it every time I say it, and I do not need standard sight to see the truth of you. If I were ten thousand years younger, and didn’t have a demon living in my body I would sweep you away. Wait…. How do you feel about older men?” The Illidari still had her held off the ground, “I guess the second point still stands hmmm?”

Dei remained with her arms around his neck, no reason to let go, not like he was going to just drop her because she was too heavy, “What are you doing in town? I thought you were off hunting down some random group of fel beasties in the middle of nowhere.”

He snarled and it would have been frightening for most, but Dei just laughed, “Treat my job like a joke will you? I should put you over my knee…” He smirked, “Or take you and dump you in the pond behind your house.”

“When did I disparage your job Kyeanadril? You did very important work rounding up those five little imps last time.” Dei said with mock seriousness.

“That’s it woman,” he tossed Dei over his shoulder. “You there,” he pointed at Dei’s assistant, “watch the store while Vyeaniux goes swimming.”

“Don’t you dare! I will tell your demon the secrets I know!” It was a true mock threat, the demon knew everything he did anyway. “Kyean! Kyean!” She said his name with no little horror in her tone, before he ducked through the door and leapt up into the air.

He did not angle them towards her house though, he took her up past the waterfall on the north side of the city before he landed and set her on her feet.”Sorry about that, we need to talk. You do look good though, your energies seem very mixed but it feels as though you have more life to you.”

Dei walked over to a rock and sat on it, this had been ‘their’ place to talk after Brendan’s death. Whenever the Kaldorei was in town he came by and they would talk demons for hours. There was nothing inappropriate and he didn’t even come by enough for her to consider him a good friend, often they just exchanged information and he would head out. “It has been an interesting eight months or so… what was so important we couldn’t talk at the store?”

“You know we can’t talk about *things* there, this is no different. I have been in the city for a few days but you were out of the store when I walked by, where have you been?” He asked her bluntly.

“A friend got hurt, I have been sitting with her at the clinic for that group I told you I joined?” There was a hint of a whirlwind of her emotions that spun there, fear, anger, frustration, pain, worry, caring and sadness, “Her boyfriend and I have been taking visits in shifts, though he is there a lot more than I am, as is proper.”

A rumbled ‘hmmm’ came from deep in his chest. “You need to take care.”

With a tip of her head she reached out to him with a little magic, kind of a ‘does your demon have control’ check that he always allowed her, her lack of trust in demons was clear to any that spoke to her about them. She saw nothing to worry about in him though so she went ahead and asked, “Take care? Why?”

“Since I have been in the city and passing by your shop, I have sensed demonic energy along the street there, more than there should be,” the Illidari said.

“They let Man’ari into the city, there is more demon dust everywhere, I almost can’t walk outside without sneezing like a bad allergy.” Dei excused his overreaction.

He frowned at her, “Do not make me truly put you over my knee.”

Her time with Rurik, and the opening of her memories with Kharon, had her offering up a sexy answer before she could rein it back in, “What if I like it?” She had no clue if she truly did or not, but Kharon’s image of her in her mind certainly did.

Bright green flared from behind his glasses, so did his nostrils, “What did you say?”

“You heard me,” her voice was not nearly as self-assured when she said that. Dei had never seen this intensity from him.

“Do not tell a man that unless you really want to find out, Deiala. What kind of business is this anyway that teaches you such things? You said they were a shipping and acquisitions company, which I took to mean piracy and theft.”

The bookstore owner looked at him quizzically, “Find out.. but you…” she didn’t push her luck. “That is what they are, just sometimes they play these games, and there was this man I liked.” Kyean did not know about Kharon’s invasion of her dreams when she was seventeen, if anyone knew how to go through a demonic gateway and find someone it would be him and she wasn’t sure she wanted that kind of resolution for the man Dei had defended herself from.

“Ah, finally a boyfriend, but you said was, and there was a sad tone plus your energy drained from you completely.”

She couldn’t lie to him when he asked her something directly and never did. He was too good at what he just did, “Was, he possibly was a spy, not sure the more time passes that I believe that, but the company does and I think that had I pushed against them too hard they would have stopped trusting me.” Another thing to gloss over, along with her nightmares and the dragon issues.

The huge man looked at her, really *looked* with his spectral sight, “Anyone that doesn’t trust you is a fool. You are so smart and you hold to your oaths like a rock face holds an ore deposit. How is Saxori?”

He was the only one that knew about the Man’ari her mentor had locked in a way long ago, and that was because Brendan had trusted him, not Dei, Dei trusted no one with that secret. Kyean had been a frequent visitor in her youth and many conversations were had between him and the demon. In fact, Kyean helped build the cage she lived in, “She is good, still a little too familiar, but she has been teaching me to dance.”

“Why do you need to le… never mind, we are off track, you always do that, I start with something uncomfortable and you let it chase its own tail until I have lost track of what I was asking. No warren tunnels for you little bunny.” He took her chin in his hand, “Do you really like spankings?” His tone was deep, sonorous and dropped into a growl at the end.

“I don’t know…” she frowned at him for talking about her sex life, “now who is changing the subject? What about this demonic presence?”

He leaned in and sniffed her, “Ah but the idea intrigues.” A surprised look crossed his face then he cleared his throat from the dry tone it had taken. “I have felt it since I came to the city but more near your shop. Have you been letting demons in?”

Dei snapped her answer harshly, “No!”

“Alright… alright… I didn’t think you changed that much but had to check. Yes, there are demons everywhere now, not just in the Lamb and the district around it, but near your street it is heavier, and it lingers. Any demons about recently, maybe some that tested your wards?” The question was reasonable so she could not get grumpy at his big brother protectiveness.

Thinking about his question for more than a moment, “Nothing I can think of.” Yet as she said it she realized it wasn’t entirely true.

He continued to stare at her, usually it was a friendly look but there was new, tighter, focus on her and she wasn’t sure what it was, must be the worry about the demonic traces. “There is a woman in the company, she has a ‘friend’ who is a Man’ari and has been doing deals with people I work with.”

“Do they not know how dangerous that is?l”

“They know, I told them so… in short words even the dumbest of them could understand.” Dei offered, “But maybe that is who you are sensing.”

Kyean shook his head, “Fel girl… you sure you want to stay there? That is a whole lotta trouble you don’t need, considering.”

He really had no idea as she wasn’t talking about dragons or time travel, just people who *might* deal with demons was enough of a threat to what she did, “I have made friends, at least a couple.”

“Did these friends have something to do with the boyfriend situation? Because I can’t imagine you backing down if someone told you what to do in that circumstance unless you really valued their opinion.” He watched her energy drop again so he pushed, “Have you been sleeping?”

What one thing had to do with the other in his mind she would never know, what it did in hers made her sad all over again. “They had something to do with it, yes.” Dei left it at that, “Not really, though I have some new medication one of our healers makes. Hoping it will help.”

He looked almost through her “But you haven’t taken it becuase you have been staying at this clinic.” He didn’t need her agreement as he knew the answer. “You are not going to the clinic tonight. I am taking you for food, then we go back to your place and talk. Whatever demons that are around won’t dare to act while I am,” he said and offered her his hand.

Dei took it and didn’t grump at him, she was tired and having him there would surely help her sleep, it was only when her house was empty that the nightmares came. “Fine, I will send a message to the clinic and I can cook.”

The Illidari looked at Dei, her outline had this stubborn tilt to her chin. When had she grown from that mouse child who gave in to anything Brendan told her, to this? Her spirit was glowing and it was strong, and he liked it. It would help her survive in this world. Demons would challenge her throughout her life, she held too many secrets that many would do anything to possess. Somehow Brendan raised a good Keeper of knowledge, one that may surpass her old mentor.

The demon in Kyean was thrashing at his bindings to wrest control, but the Illidari’s iron will kept a handle on the situation. What was it that made it test its bonds now? It hadn’t done that in years. He had spent much time with the woman even back when she was a child, but now there was an intense fascination from within him that was making him uneasy.

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Congrats again bb, and no pressure for this one if you’re overwhelmed but I think it’d be cute if we could pls see a scene (LaL) where one of them has like pre wedding jitters or something and how they deal with it

HI BABBYYYYYYYY

Jitters

Leather and Lace

Takes place after Take Your Time but before For the Longest Time. Before Laci and Santi go through their rough patch (which don't worry to anyone who read lal but not the others, they are totally okay.) Laci and Santi are engaged.

Warnings: Insecurity, references to Laci'spast sexual trauma, addiction, domestic violence, bad life before Santi. mentions of miscarriage and potential fertility troubles,

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Santi could always tell when Laci needed him. Always. Whether in person, away from each other, it didn't matter. Laci liked to say that's why he took the mission that lead him to her in the first place, he knew she needed him. Santi didn't believe in all that, but he did like that he had this intuition. Even when it woke him up.

"Ah!" Santi startles awake, eyes wide to find his pretty fiance staring at him. Lacina was propped up with her head on on her arm, just watching him, he Ghost Face night light illuminating her. "Jesus Lace, you scared me."

"Oh, so my face is scary, is it?" Laci teased with a smile.

"Nope, prettiest thing I've seen in my life" Santi pouted his lips.

Laci got the hint, leaning in to press a kiss to him.

"You aright, munaquita?"

She binked. "You really wanna marry me?"

Santi scoffed for a moment turning away to laugh, then he looked back. She was serious. "Laci, how can you ask that? We got engaged 2 weeks ago!" He pulled her onto his body. Laci was wearing shorts and a tank top with Santi's long sleeve from back in the jungle. Laci rested her head on her arms that she crossed ovr his chest. Santi liked when she laid on him, her body weight was a perfect comfort.

"No one's ever wanted to marry me before."

"That's because everyone stupid."

"What if I get bad again and we can't have sex"

"Lace, we've both made each other cum untouched."

"What if I can't have kids."

Santi's eyes widened at that. Not because having kids mattered more than her, but that she would suggest that. "Baby-"

"I might not! I miss carried when I was in-"

"Because they were starving and hurting you!"

"Well I lost my period for a year! Maybe I lost my chances!"

Santi pecked her cute little nose. "Doesn't matter. I drank so much back in the day, maybe I fucked shit up too."

"I don't think that's how it works."

"Don't matter. if we," Santi was sure to say we. He didn't want to place all the responsibility on her. "can't have kids, I still got you and that's what matters."

Laci's face scrunched up, thinking of all the reasons he may break up with her. "What if my body looks really weird after a baby"

"Then I'll love your weird body just as much as I love your body now." Which is a lot. He squeezed her ass for good measure.

"What if I go vegan"

"I'll eat meat at Frankie's house."

"What if I decide to get like, really into horoscopes. Like, a lot."

"I'll find my birth certificate and get you the exact time and place I was born."

"What if I wanna name our baby something really bad like... McBreighleigh"

Santi laughed, but answered. "Then in a few years you'll hear me yelling "Brin! It's time for pre-school"

"What if Yovanna comes back."

Oh.

Santi frowned. "Wha- Lace..." He tucked a lock of her fine hair behind her large ears. Where's that coming from?

She shrugged, looking away. "I dunno..."

"Laci..." Santi gently guided her face to him. "C'mon."

Laci sighed, but looked back at him. "Ben told me you talked to her the week you found me... Why didn't you tell me that..."

Ah. "Sweetheart... I didn't mean to keep it a secret... but we don't... we don't talk about our dating past..." They didn't. They each new the basics. Santi knew that every man she dated used her for money or sex or something to take their anger out on. She didn't like talk about her long history of addiction, sexual trauma and abuse with him. She had her therapist, and Santi was there any time she needed. He knew some stories, he knew the worst of things of course. He wanted to know so he could learn how to not trigger her. He didn't know her full history. If he wanted to, she could tell him. It didn't seem like she wanted too.

Likewise with Santi, Laci knew the basics. She knew she was the first serious girlfriend he'd ever had. He'd dated, even lived with women before, but it was all pretty casual. Yovanna was the first time things had gone deeper. Santi admitted yeah, he had loved her, but she wasn't Laci. After Colombia, Santi had visited her and her brother in Austrelia, a solice for a few weeks after the horrors... but Santi needed to be near his friends. Benny's drinking and fighting was becoming unmanageable for Will alone, and Jana had broken up with Frankie, leaving him a coparent, but with a raging coke addiction. Santi had to be there for him and for his daughter. The last time Yovanna and him had talked was a few days before he found Laci. She didn't want much contact, still fearing Lorea's men and all the drug lords whose money they burned.

"She was just checking in, Lace. She doesn't want me. I don't want her."

She was silent for a moment. "I don't get it."

"Get what?"

Laci sat up straddling his chest. She squished his cheeks. "How anyone could not want you." She was smiling now, and Santi was smiling back, squeezing her thighs.

"Miss Lacina, it doesn't matter if she did want me, I got you, mi chica perfecta, ella sol de mi dias, mi todos. I don't want anything else."

"Even a woman who looks like a super model with normal sized ears and doesn't drown in a 5" pool?"

"PPPSSSHHH" Santi scoffs. "Being tall is overrated. I got the prettiest girl in the world right here."

Laci grinned at that, hopping off him and scrambled back into bed. Getting under the covers, Laci nudges him onto his side and wraps and arm around him. becoming Santi's big spoon (or his lil backpack, as Santi called it.)

"You okay now, munequita?"

He felt her nod against his neck, then give him a kiss. "yeah. Can you just like, remind me you still love me and didn't secretly get tired of me every now and then?"

"Yeah, Miss Lacina." Santiago interlaced his fingers with hers. "I'll remind you every day."

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Thank you guys!!!!

This is for my 2000 followers celebration, but ima tag a few people fron the original LaL days, some of you have been here with me since before 500 followers, a year and a half ago!

For those who didn't keep up with the other series, Laci and Laci are married now, and Laci is preggo with their son <3

@pimosworld @miraclesabound @poeedameronn @itspdameronthings @bensolosbluesaber @whatthefishh @kirstydreaming @missdictatorme

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Sheriff!Jim Bickerman x Younger!Reader || Oneshot

I did it!! Oh my God, I love it so much XD

Plot: Sheriff Jim is called to break up a party you're at and finds a guy trying to heavily pressure you into drinking (when Jim knows you don't really like it- you only drink a little when you're with him cuz you feel safe) and threatens the guy with his gun of course. His career may change but his willingness to threaten people with firearms does not.

Warnings: Peer pressure, sexual references, inappropriate age difference (25/66).

Tagging: @marinerainbow , @masqueradeball and @slxsherwriter.

When the sound of sirens started blaring out on the lawn and some guy yelled out 'COPS', you felt your eyes widen. Oh no.

You've only got one police station in town and the Sheriff is now-

Shit! Quickly you throw your legs off the couch and get to your feet, rushing through the gaggle of people also trying to get out before 'Officer Bickerman' got in the building and started arresting people. Honestly, everyone knew the irony of that man arresting others-- but when a man has a badge and a gun you aren't really in any position to argue with him.

You in particular have added incentive to get away, though. You don't want people to know your actual relationship with Jim- and, neither does he, now that he's sheriff, but you just have a feeling if you're seen together in public (in any capacity), it will get out. You don't know how, maybe you're paranoid, but you don't want to risk it.

So you get to the back door and slip out, barely noticing you're being followed by a guy you were talking to (well, trying not to talk to) during the party until you took a breath of fresh air and managed to relax; out of the house, now.

"Hey, Y/N wait up!"

Oh, fuck.

"Owen, I think I'm gonna head home."

"Okay well, here. I managed to grab your drink before crazy old Jimmy Bickerman got in there." You turn around on the back deck, looking uncomfortable at the sight of the red cup. Owen got it for you about 2 hours ago, some rum and coke mixture (more rum then coke you're guessing) and you've been subtly ignoring it. Haven't taken a sip. It's not that you think Owen will drug you or anything, it's just that... you don't really drink. The only times you do drink a tiny bit is when you're with Jim, because you feel safe. And you already told him that-- he just disregarded it. Said it's okay, you're with friends, and it'll just help you have fun! You told him you were already having fun, but he didn't catch the hint. Or refused to.

While other party-goers stream out the door after the two of you, around you and into the woods behind the house, you politely shake your head. "No thanks, Owen. It's all yours if you want it." Hopefully he hears the tone of finality in your voice.

You do not want that damn drink!

"C'mon- I wanna see you drink it." He goes on playfully, approaching you close and raising the cup to your face. Theirs an annoying smirk on his lips and the sound of your heartbeat in your ears is loud and hot. "Show me you're not a goody-goody, Y/N- "

"No, Owen, I said I don't like- "

"C'moooooon- "

"Hey." The bark of a greeting makes you jump, eyes round peering past Owen's broad shoulder to see Jim at the back door. And he's got that dark pissed-off look in his eye- and a gun in his hand.

Oh shit.

A few more people disappear into the woods as Owen quickly chucks the fucking drink over the railing and shrugs, holding up his hands on either side of his head like he got caught with cocaine or something. Most everyone else is gone from the party now, scattered into the woods and their cars and disappeared. "Sir! I wasn't- we weren't- "

"Nah, I know y'all, weren't." Emphasis on the 'y'all'. Theirs a very dangerous look in Jim's eye as it flickers momentarily from Owen to you, and ordinarily, you'd try your best to calm him down- tug his arm, tell him its okay, you're fine; but Owen's right there, and... you can't. So you just stand there, silent, partly relieved Jim is here, though. ... then the barrel of a gun ends up in the skin of Owen's throat. "How aboutcha don't force a little girl to somethin' she don't wanna do, huh?"

Your lips part immediately- to say what?? You don't know. Maybe a defence against that 'little girl' comment, but the words die in your throat seeing the dead serious, borderline unstable look in Jim's eye again. Maybe not now.

Then an inexplicable smirk grows across Owen's face. It's obnoxious, and you're afraid for him seeing it. Owen!! Owen stop that! He will shoot you- "Little girl?" He chuckles dryly, shaking his head and lowering his arms.

"Mhm... "

"So she's too young to drink a little with me but you can fuck her, Sheriff?"

... I m m e d i a t e l y your heart plummets. You must look horrified, too, your face falling. "What???"

"C'mon, Y/N," Owen nudges your arm, before you step back away from him; face hot as coals. "Everyone knows."

"... i- i- but I've never- " Voice quiet as a mouse, hollow and filled with shame, you try to stand up for yourself but can't get the words out. You're full of guilt and shame and you feel worse because you know you shouldn't be. You and Jim have never fucked- you aren't ready for that. You're twenty five. He's over sixty. You've fooled around but that's i t, but even if you had done it then you shouldn't feel a s h a m e d like Owen is making you feel right now.

A clicking sound alerts you that Jim still has a shot gun tucked under Owen's chin and now it's ready to blow. Your head snaps his way at the sound, eyes wider then ever. And he looks more unstable then ever, the blue in his eye a few shades darker and his jaw set tight in a deep scowl. The barrel of the gun presses in deeper to Owen's skin, and a look of nervousness breaks the cockiness in his face. "Watch your mouth, boy... " Jim looks like he's two seconds from either shooting Owen, or just going ahead and cracking him over the head with it.

Owen raises his arms again. "L-look, sir, I'm sorry. M-maybe I was wrong, I dunno man- its a rumour- " There's a rumour going around about this??? You don't say anything, just stand there with your eyes on the ground thinking about this, shocked and horrified. No-

"Maybe you were." The gun barrel presses even further, making the indentation in Owen's neck even deeper.

"... p- please don't shoot me, Officer." Owen begs, pathetic.

A growl escapes Jim, sounding like it's coming directly from his chest, and he looks like he's just mad enough to pull the trigger on this guy. You look up to see his finger tense. You have to say something.

"Sheriff."

"-hm?" As soon as he hears the tone in your voice Jim snaps out of his pissed off trance and turns his head to look at you, eyes clearing up quickly though the tone in his voice remains gruff. After a moment he looks slowly back to Owen, and lowers the gun thank god- "get outta here."

With that Owen backs up, trips, turns around and scatters. You release a relieved breath, shoulders actually dropping heavily. Still, though, there's a weighty, cold stone-like feeling in the pit of your stomach thinking about what Owen said. You hope to god this is not really a Thing people are talking about- you couldn't handle it right now. "Oh fuck."

"Oh fuck is right, sweetheart." Everyone in the house is long gone by now, sans anyone unconscious (which you should go check on soon), so Jim relaxes; tucking the gun back into the holder on his belt. When he sees the crestfallen on look on you face, his own expression drops and he immediately goes to say something. Starting with- "Hang on, there- "

But you're too far gone, overthinking. "I- I had no idea that... that people were saying that... Did someone see us?? I thought we were careful!... " You're mostly talking to yourself, searching nervously for answers with your eyes still downcast and your arms crossed uncomfortably. "I didn't tell anyone, and I don't think you told anyone, so- "

"Y/N,"

"- So how did Owen know?? Oh god what if he heard me on the phone?- " Could you have used Jim's name on a call?? You don't remember doing that, but maybe...-

"Peach,"

"I'm so sorry," Finally you lift your eyes, meeting Jim's filled with embarrassment and guilt inside your own. You start to try and memorise him, because you really liked him- how could you have fucked it up so badly?? "I'm so so sorry! Fuck- I messed it up. It's my fault. I should have been more careful. I'll just go home, and- "

"Sweetheart! Damn, fuck- calm down a notch, huh?" An amused smirk flickers at the corners of his mouth, raising his hand and his hook as if in surrender, as if to calm a dangerous wild animal. "And- who says you fucked up anything??" There's a familiar mischievous twinkle in his eye and it gives you pause.

Shoulders dropping, you look at him all-confused; Lost. "... huh?" You peep, dumbfounded.

Scratching his beard, Jim gives a smug half-shrug. "Sweet thing I'm the Sheriff in this town, and there are some pretty sweet benefits to the job. I'll figure this out. I'll make it go away, promise."

... that does make sense. There's a myriad of things he can do to bury this- and as far as you know, it may only be Owen who even thinks it. Slowly your heartbeat slows down from its erratic panic a moment ago, thinking. "... oh."

"Yeah, oh." He grins broadly, looking at you like you're just the fucken sweetest little thing. Then he shrugs again, wiping under his nose quickly with one finger. "'Sides, I dunno about you-- but I'd be perfectly okay with people knowin'. Cuz hey look, we're both adults... " Here he steps forward, thinking he's some kind of smooth, and draws you in against him. "Eh?" Still after months of this you have to curb a gasp, breathing in deeply and suddenly through your nose, your skin heating up at the contact. "One of us a teeeeeeny tiny bit older, sure, but... still grown-ass adults!" He winks. "And I'd just love to brag at the pub that I got you, you know?"

Finally you crack a smile, a slow one that grows warmer and lights up your whole face. "Yeah, I know." You roll your eyes, though admittedly flustered. The gross old man would just love to tell everyone within earshot he bagged a 25 year old. But-

"-but you're worried about the consequences, I know." His one eye rolls upwards, exasperated but putting up with it. Like, *huff* fine. Not what I woulda picked but fine!~ "S' don't worry, I got this for ya, button. Now- " The cheeky grin is back, and the mischievous twinkle. "How about a little sugar for your old man huh?"

You jump and lean back quickly, covering your mouth when he leans in for a kiss; letting out an 'eep' sound. "Oy! But someone might see!!"

Jim gives a 'pshh' sound back, blowing it off. "I scared everyone off already."

"You're not that scary." Scary when he's mad, like before with Owen- yes. But otherwise, Scary is not exactly a word you personally would really use to describe Him. Intimidating maybe... but goofy money-hungry Jimmy Bickerman is no Jason. Or Michael. Or-

"... sweetheart, I should show you how scary I am." -Fuck!, you think, staring with wide eyes.

That's hot-

"... hm." Keeping your hands over your mouth still, you switch to give a half-sneaky look of your own; looking upwards, thoughtful. "... kinda curious about that... " A smirk curls at the corners of your lips, which Jim can see as you lower your hands a little bit. "Care to prove it?"

"Care to turn around and face the wall there, Y/N?"

That makes you laugh, your face hot from the implications. Tension slips free of your body as you move to cover your whole face, this time, with Jim watching your adorable reaction carefully; drinking it up. "Noooooo... "

"-Hm, also," You hear him sniff, and look up to him again to see a serious look on his face. "Do I smell pot, here??"

Pausing, you smell the air too. Yes, it is, but why does he care all of a sudden?? What? This is abrupt. "Um, probably?"

"... hm."

"What is it?"

"Last time I checked," Peering down, you see Jim put his hand around your upper arm; giving you space suddenly. Being oddly... professional? In uniform??- "Thats illegal, ain't it doll?"

... "Yes." Something about his very serious responce to this makes you... actually, mildly nervous. "I didn't have any, though- "

"Really?" He frowns, stern. "Think I'm gonna haveta take you in for testing, still. Be sure."

"-What!?" You blurt, eyes wide and horrified. He knows you wouldn't get high!-

"And, actually," Tapping his chin thoughtfully with his hook, Jim looks serious and frowns a little deeper. "I'm pretty sure just being around people gettin' high is some kinda crime. By extension, or somethin'. You're a lil accessory, huh?"

"Hold on- Jim- "

When he guides you forward til you're back against the wall, and a smirk finally slithers across his mouth, you know he was joking - proving he's fucken scary, which you get now, - and give a groan; an annoyingly broad grin on your face. Oh come on, now-

"As much as I'd loveta take good and thorough advantage of this and arrest your pretty little ass, sweetheart, imma let ya go. Ain't I nice?"

[blackjackkent]

They've been sailing across the lake for roughly twenty minutes when an enormous structure looms out of the darkness.

Huge stone statues line the waterway leading to a gate and a fortress beyond, constructed entirely of black marble with gold inlays. The atmosphere is ominous and foreboding, as if they are sailing into the maw of a giant creature ready to swallow them.

"I've seen statues like this before," Shadowheart mutters. "Sharran... perhaps this is the place Halsin spoke of..." Her eyes are wide, drinking in the view, the details of the place.

"If it is," Wyll says dryly, "I don't think that's who's running the show now." He jerks his head, indicating two duergar standing on the pier, who are watching their raft come to a slow halt inside the enormous gate.

Rakha leaps off the boat, landing lightly on the balls of her feet in front of the two dwarves.

"Weapon at ready, lass," the man says, sizing Rakha up. "Company's calling."

"What do we got here?" the woman says disdainfully. "Dead hoon walking, seems like. Got any reason I shouldn't sever your head and toss it to the rothe?"

Rakha, still keyed up from their fight on the water, is fully ready to give this new set of dwarves the same treatment.

But Wyll speaks up in a low voice, low enough only for her to hear. He's cast his eyes up past the docks and can see the hints of movement of a much larger force beyond. "I reckon diplomacy may be in order," he mutters. "The Blade could use a breather."

(A/N: Hooray for Wyll! I didn't really want to fight here right out of the gate but wasn't sure how to convince Rakha of that. XD )

Rakha halts abruptly in the midst of reaching for the quarterstaff on her back. With visible effort, she lets her hands drop back to her sides and loosens her jaw. One fist - the hand with the brand burned into the palm - flexes.

"Just let me through," she says flatly. "I'm not looking for trouble."

Well, perhaps I am. But Wyll isn't.

"That right?" the woman sneers. "And just what do--" She breaks off suddenly as a twinge of pain boils across her face. "Nnngh--"

Narrator: You feel the slightest of stirrings in your head. The duergar is not infected, yet your minds resonate.

"I'll be," the dwarf growls. "You're one of them cult-freaks. Felt the tingle." She straightens up and squints pensively. "In that case - let's talk business. Your Twat-Soul friend Nere caused a rockfall. Trapped tighter than a hornet's arse."

"Coupla gnome slaves stuck with him too, little bastards," puts in her companion.

"You Absolute-shaggers owe us a crap-load of coin." She pulls a dagger - well-kept, shining in the flickering torchlight. "You want through? Make a donation."

Interesting. This is a good reminder that restraint can lead to more information, more answers. These dwarves are not worm-infected; in fact, they're not even Absolutists. They call Nere a Twat-Soul rather than True Soul - an insult. They are here because they are owed money.

Rakha doesn't really care about the money. She would be happy to fight over it on principle - but Wyll has asked not to. And there is something to be said for the knowledge that these people (unpleasant as they are) have no particular loyalty to Nere.

(The rock-fall is also interesting knowledge, but a separate matter.)

She reaches into her pocket and tosses ten pieces of platinum, one by one, onto the floor at the duergar's feet. "Fine. Take it."

The dwarf laughs and crouches down to scoop the coins up. "I'll be shagged to Shanatar. Shit's looking up. But I'm warning you -" She gestures with the point of the knife at Rakha's chest, then pockets it. "That Twat-Soul ain't settle up soon, there'll be hell to pay for the lot of you cult-buggers."

She stalks off, leaving them alone by the boat. Rakha stares with considerable dislike at her back as she walks away, but Wyll visibly relaxes, realizing there's not going to be an immediate fight.

"I am keen to sever Nere's head," Lae'zel says with cool amusement. "A shame we must do him the favor of freeing him first."

"Not to mention they keep gnomes as slaves," Wyll says bitterly. "Though not for much longer, if the Blade has a say."

Rakha snorts softly. Seems we're all on the same page, then. Perhaps the fight hasn't yet come... but it will come before long. And she'll be more than ready.

[waytointothetarotsequence]

So we all know that one of the arcana was involved in the fall of the sun throne so here's my current thoughts:

First, either they have a way of hiding their involvement from Quinn, or Quinn isn't telling yet for Quinn reasons.

Now the arcana:

Death. Zurah is definitely not involved. She's too nice, and Quinn likes her. Her mother, however, is a possibility. Enough of a reason, and she'd take part. Her interactions during The Hourglass Throne with Rune and Brand were weird too.

Judgement. He wouldn't do an un sanctioned raid. Also, I don't get the vibe.

Justice. Definitely not, Lady Justice may not always like Rune, but she has too many morals to help. Also, Quinn.

Strength. I think Ashton would have had a different approach if him and his Dad were involved. He can be a dick to Rune, but I don't see the attack as his vibe.

Temperance. I just don't see any of the moral certainties being involved.

The Chariot. I don't think I know enough to have a vibe, but I think hints would have been dropped if it was him.

The Devil. He's definitely got some bad vibes. He could be involved, but he seems to have his own problems.

The Emperor. Dead, so very unlikely.

The Empress. It's possible, but I'm leaning more towards her and Queenie having a link.

The Fool. I don't think so, unless it is some prophetic long game, where the fall has to happen to cause Rune to become what he will.

The Hanged Man. He'd do it, but I think he would have used it against Rune in the second book, used it to mess him up during their final talk.

The Hermit. I think he has better things to do. He doesn't seem to be the type. He wants to be left alone.

The Hierophant. I just don't get the vibe it's him.

The High Priestess. I think she has strong morals and wouldn't be involved.

The Lovers. Their location makes them a possibility, along with the weird shit they were doing. From the interactions between her and Rune in the first book, though, I don't think she would. He court, however, might be involved.

The Magician. Ciaran definitely wasn't involved. The 'other' Magician, however, he seems possible and doesn't seem to like Rune. However, he'd need to get it past Ciaran, and that would be very hard.

The Moon. The fact she didn't react when one of their power block fell makes me suspicious.

The Star. The Anchorite is a strong possibility. We know he's a bad guy, and he's been discussed throughout. Also, old technology was used to communicate. Maybe that's how he keeps up to date from his prison. Also, what's with the tooth pick, is there some meaning behind that?

The Sun. Seems very unlikely.

The Tower. Definitely not.

The World. I don't know enough to form an opinion, which makes me think it's not, I think hints will have been dropped.

Time. I think she had some involvement, but definitely not the main bad, just involved in order to further her own plans and to arrange Runes personal hell.

Wheel of Fortune. From what I've heard about the next book and other parts KD Edward's posted, this seems very unlikely.

So overall, I'm still not sure. I bet I'll look back at this in a few books time and have very different opinions. I've read the first three and the eidolon a few times along with as much as I can find, including the extras on KD Edwards Google Drive and the extra content posts on Twitter.

[kirk-says-wah]

Hi, may I have a request.

Past relationship James/Cliff

James/Jason 1988 Justice era

Something to do with all this - Angst, Hurt, Comfort, Fluff

James and Jason have been dating for a while now. Jason thinks it's time for James to meet his family in Michigan. James isn't ready.

I was kind of hoping it would tie into Cliff and Cliff's family in some way for why he's not ready to meet Jason's family.

Thank you so much! And Happy Birthday! 🎂

Thank you so much for the ask! And so sorry it’s taken me so long to answer 💞

You can also read on ao3 here ❤️

“I think you should meet my parents.”

James chokes on his beer, splutters into a coughing fit. Jason’s hands warm his back, patting it lightly until he can finally suck in a breath.

“What?” he squeaks, cheeks burning. He clears his throat, watches as Jason gets up to flip the vinyl on the record stand.

“They’d love you,” Jason shrugs, closing the lid as Lou Reed starts to drone on in the background.

James has never been a fan of his music. He says as much.

“Why’d you put this pussy shit on?”

It’s petulant.

It changes the subject.

Jason sighs, deep with his shoulders, turns to lean back against the set of drawers.

Maybe not.

“I’m serious, James.”

His eyes are wide, makes him look younger. James takes a long pull of his beer, Jason’s expression doesn’t flicker.

“So am I”, James says, adorns a lopsided grin, but Jason just sighs, again, and James wonders how long it’ll take before he’s sick of him.

“Look, I know it’ll be hard, especially because of the situation with your parents -“ understatement “-but I think it’ll be good for you.”

James bristles a little at the mention of his parents, eyes darting to the floor. There’s a stain in the very middle of the rug. Looks like piss.

“James.”

It’s probably piss.

“James, man. Talk to me.”

He blames Lars. He makes a mental note to make him slug it to the dry cleaners.

A hand comes to his jaw, softly tilts his head up. He holds his breath.

“We’ve been together a long time now,” Jason says, face soft, eyes kind.

And well.. James wouldn’t say nine months is a long time. But he’s not counting.

“I know,” he says anyway, just to placate the concern etched into the lines of Jason’s face.

Jason thumbs at his jaw a little before leaning down, catches him in a small open-mouthed kiss.

“You’ll be fine. My parents are nice. And we’ve got a weekend off coming up.”

James doesn’t like that the subject isn’t being dropped.

He fidgets.

“If Lars lets us,” he says, though he knows full well if he commands, Lars will always obey. Most of the time. The little fucker’s always been more bark than bite.

Jason rolls his eyes at that, he knows James too well to buy that shit, moves to plant himself on the couch next to him.

“It’ll be fun,” Jason says, wriggles his socked feet onto James’s lap. “And we’ll be back here for your birthday.”

“Whoopee-doo.”

Jason doesn’t mistake the sarcasm but intends to ignore it anyways. James wonders how he’s ended up with someone so fucking optimistic.

“I can call them later, let them know. My sister’s probably home too; she usually is in the summer.”

James really isn’t in the mood for this. He pokes at Jason’s toes, grinds his teeth. Jason’s eyes bore into him but he’s feeling a bit too uncomfortable to meet his gaze.

“James,” Jason pleads.

James wishes he would just take the fucking hint. He’s really not up for this right now. He downs the rest of his beer, crumpled the can in his fist.

“I know it’s gonna be.. err- hard because of what happened with Cliff-“

“You don’t know shit,” James snaps, tosses the can to the floor. Jason takes his feet from his lap.

“No I know. But it’s gonna happened sometime, dude. And unless you wanna talk about it I don’t know where he fuck I stand.”

Jason has a point. For once.

James wipes a hand over his face. The reminder of Cliff just sours his mood, makes him feel hollow with guilt and grief because he just misses him so goddamn much.

He’d met Cliff’s parents, back in ‘84, and he remembers how his mother had hugged him as soon as he set foot in the door, had fed him into next week and was more concerned for his health than anyone had been before. And his father had clapped him on the shoulder when they’d talked about their upcoming tour, had called him son. It’s the closest thing to a family he ever felt.

But then Cliff died.

Mrs Burton still calls him, checks up on him and the boys because she worries, but he can’t stand to keep a relationship with a family that’s not even his; doesn’t want to accidentally step into Cliff’s shoes.

So the idea of being - hopefully - welcomed into Jason’s family almost feels too much, like they’re reaching out a rope of security and love that he just knows one day will be pulled loose.

He doesn’t want the wool over his eyes if it just means he’s gonna lose more people.

Jason’s shifted to get closer to him now, rests his arms on James’s knees.

“Hey, it’s okay, y’know, to let me in. I’m not a mind reader.”

James just shrugs because he doesn’t have the words for the indescribable feeling of fitting into a family that will never be yours.

They sit in silence.

Then, Jason says, “We don’t have to.”

James feels like an idiot now.

“I know,” he murmurs after a moment, finally glances at Jason, feeling something akin to guilt settle in his chest.

Jason moves to lace their fingers together, squeezes his hand gently.

“Too soon?”

James’s throat feels like it’s suffocating him from the inside, but he manages to chokes out, “it’s not- im not-“

“You don’t have to explain,” Jason interrupts, earnest now, and James has never felt more grateful.

Jason pulls him in then, warm arms enclosing around him, and James hides his face in his neck.

“I’ll think about it,” he mumbles amongst Jason’s curls, and Jason just nods, kissing his temple gently.

[dulcewrites]

I would like to know more about aemyrahs break, I love seeing Aemonds overdramatic side shine 😅

I’m writing a little thing about post break that I will put up soon BUT in terms of how it happened. Like I hinted at, it started with myrah going back home while her aunts are visiting. She loves them to death but they are very much traditional nosy/pushy aunties. Tradional women in general. They hear she’s dating to a rich man, that very much wants to take care of her and they’re like ‘when’s the wedding?? Where are the babies??”

We’ve talked about the issues or baggage, for lack of a better word, Aemond brings to the relationship. Myrah’s handup is commitment issues. It’s the sort of messy cycle of wanting to be serious and feeling like she deserves better (compared the shit guys she’s been around in the past) but also being terrified of being ‘stuck’ with someone. Terrified of codependency. I think the financial piece of things scare her a bit too. Aemond will always have/make more money than her. He already goes out of his way to pay for things while they date. Big and small. Something about being financially bound to someone is :/// for someone as independent as her.

Anyway, she voices the aunt thing as sort of joke the next time she sees Aemond, a passing comment. And Aemond is like ‘??? But we are the real deal right???’ And she’s like ‘yeah… I guess’. That sort of sets him off. In the end, myrah suggest some space may be best for her to get her head right. She doesn’t want to hold Aemond back or waste his time. Mind you, Aemond has decided this is his person.

And it sort of catch 22 of myrah telling Aemond to be more open in about his feelings, and now she’s the one kind of running scared. They are both valid in their feelings: Aemond feeling like he’s getting spurned for doing the thing he finally willing to do (open up) and Myrah being scared. It is easy for Aemond to forget myrah is a fallible person too bc of how she holds herself. Aemond pretty miserable the whole time :(. Myrah isnt going great either but she a much better poker face in situations like this.

[foressfaction]

Im gonna rant about my AU (Comic) real quick but omg is this no further than the truth. in Dystopia Tim is like a father to Toby. Ever since day one there was a hint of them knowing each other already in the beginning but that’s because they did. There’s stuff that happened before dystopia takes place and that’s so dear to me.

In my story. Tim and Brian actually nearly hit Toby with their raggedy ass 2001 Toyota Camry. This caused them to absolutely panic as they were driving down an old dirt road in the middle of the night in the middle of NO WHERE, Toby had just FREHSLY killed his dad and this was maybe the night after he woke up from nearly burning alive. (I won’t get into the way I have Brian and Tim written from after MH just yet) but they’re back together already let’s just say that for now.

It was Brian’s ideas mainly to check on the boy as bro was literally laying on the road in shock, he wasn’t even fully hit but it freaked him out bad, again, still in shock from randomly waking up covered in blood in the middle of no where and no recollection of what happened or who he even was..

Tim and Brian actually heard the news about what Toby did and who he was, what he looked like but didn’t expect to meet this way. Tim wanted to just drive off and leave Toby but Brian was genuinely concerned they may have just accidentally killed someone.

That being said they ended up getting Toby into their car and driving back to the house they stayed in. Toby was full out giving up at this point bro was just wanting a break. He was 100% convinced he was just kidnapped and wasn’t surprised his luck put him in these situations.

The two keep Toby in their house, provide him food and clothes and other stuff, the main reason they decided to hold onto him was because they realized who he was by then and got some information that he may have contact with the entity they both know and hate. Toby was extremely distant and didn’t eat around them or talk much to them at all, they had to research him to even know beyond what news channels had said about him. They knew his past. But he didn’t. They decided to keep it from him obviously as the boy was already like a dog rescued from a dog fighting cult..

Tim, though being the one to not care before, seemed to be more concerned than Brian, feeling like there was something deeper here.

The operator DID NOT like this, it wanting its precious puppet to be isolated more than just mentally. It drove Toby to run away from the house and to never return. Both the men were devastated but it didn’t affect them too much as a just a few months flew by. Brian suspiciously went missing as well, leaving Tim alone. This lasted for around exactly one year and a half later, Tim runs into Toby at the mill located in the center of rosswood. And this is where Dystopia starts..

Toby’s memory is wiped AGAIN and this just leaves Tim remembering and once again taking Toby back to the house. Now on the hunt for Brian.

With all that out of the way, we know how Tim gets in my AU, Even though he’s just a stranger still to Toby, the man oddly tries to care for him as he’s originally not even a bad guy, even in MH.. He has problems himself and just wants a reason to stay around if you understand.. knowing someone is partially a responsibility, he’ll make sure to do what he can to keep them safe. He grows protective like a father.

In Dystopia. Toby sneaks out…. ALOT. More into the chapters we begin to see the care and worry Tim carries for this boy. So yes, I’d assume he would definitely wrap him up just bubble wrap and hide him in a cave, especially with the shit Toby always gets himself into. Oh yeah.

Here’s my doc explanation on the story

Do let me know if you want more rants on my silly lil comic AU story :))

Toby: I know you want to keep me safe, but the only way to do that is wrap me in bubble wrap and hide me in a cave.

Tim: Believe me, I’ve thought about it.

[susie-dreemurr]

Dungeon meshi live-blogging ep 12 to 14

Ep12

Man. They need to go back???? To get someone to revive her????

Lets go Marcille is a dark prohibited magic bitch

The way she got so serious, ist so unlike her

I can feel the tone is finding its way back to lighthearted but like. They talking about their friends bones so it still feels uneasy

Lmao Chilchuck such a mood.

NOT THE USUAL cheery presenting good THING BEING USED FOR FALIN AND THE WARG’S SKELETON 💀💀💀

Woahhhhhh dark magic being used changing the atmosphere woahhhhh so cool

…Fullmetal vibes

Holy shit poor Falin. The way she’s talking all slow and her eyes look so dozed off…

She came back wrong I can Tell.

I’m eating lunch rn I fucking. I thought the stomach hungry noises from Falin were MINE’s.

THE BATH SCENE. I heard of this from The Posts…. Okay so far it is in fact very yuri damn

Oh fuck the dark magic

Elf lore 👀 👀 Elf lore 👀👀 also hints of Marcille being fucked up <3333

“Até magica de recuperação pode ser usada como tortura!” Marcille eu não acho que isso vai ajudar a convencer o Chilchuck que você não é do mal

AH FUCK SENSHI WAIT NOOOOO—-

The Falin has become Anime Main Character

Glad to see everyone was thinking the same thing as me. The Falin has become a Cannibal 🙏

FALIN. FALIN ASKED THEM IF THEY ATE FISHMEN ALL EXCITED. FALIN NO.

Ah. Chilchuck really said we are NOT keeping this a secret. Laios you WILL tell everyone about your freak monster sword

… did it run away from her because she was revived with parts of the dragon?

They are Gon coded fr fr (cheery whimsical anime protagonist that you slowly start to realize that their fucked traits aren’t just anime logic, they rly ARE fucked up)

A CHILD??? Ghost child only Falin can see pog

LETS FUCKING GOOOO ITS THE ELF THE WHITE HAIR ELF

(Post finishing ep 12… Laios how do you have a bit of knowledge of a dog’s bone structure. Remembers “why is everyone so soft hearted towards mammal animals?” … LAIOS HOW DO YOU HAVE A BIT OF KNOWLEDGE OF A DOG’S BONE STRUTCTURE

Ep13

Sell some meat to the first person you see

Oh fuck Falin Came Back Wrong momences

Girl looks like a ghost.

OH FUCK

OH JESUS

LETS GOOOOO AS I THOUGHT THE PAST SHIT IN THE PAINTING IS RELEVANT. Also a character’s motivation being so rooted in the far far past feels cool love it when they do that

Me when. Me when 👀

The fact that episodes 1 to 10 were very slice of life is so funny now. Marcille is currently going insane.

“Your Majesty will return soon ^-^” I’m sorry Crazy Mage but unless you cooking some fucked shit up then your king is Dead fr fr

THE GHOSTS MVP’D LETS GOOOOO

Wait where is Laios— oh he’s here. He didn’t have any dialogue rn so I thought he wasn’t there djdjjdjdjf

Girl what

Senshi mvp’d lets gooooo

LMAO you can always count on Marcille to be grossed out by monster food

lmao the fucking Orc being like YOU FUCKING MET HIM

That fucker lmao

That may be selfish but that’s pretty fair of Chilchuck. That was very scary and they just met the CREATOR of the dungeon, ofc he wants to get the ppl in the party with him to safety but he almost died fr fr

Chilchuck 🤝 Namari in my mind

“Falin is probably already dead, we need to dip man it ain’t worth it there ain’t much hope for that”

…I just remembered. In the intro we were told the king said that the “crazy mage” took over the kingdom and asked for help, then died. Yet said “crazy mage” is eagerly waiting and looking for the king. 👀

“There were some people who abandoned the party, but thinking about it now, maybe they were the same ones. Maybe I should have been less stubborn and followed their example” I get you’re kinda breaking down but NOOOOO Chil don’t think like that :(

Him recounting the stories and smiling softly at the memory yet the room is empty ough

He doesn’t want to see them die :(

Wait fuck let him ponder some more what the hell is that dragging body thing

Ngl while the tone whisplash from ep 1 - 10 is Getting Me at the same time it’s kind of a smart choice to let those be so light hearted because it gets us to care and bond more with the characters, therefore when Shit Hits The Fan we feel more for them because we remember the fun times and we’re like “they don’t belong here (dark tone)”

How is Marcille gonna take this… she was kept unconscious in this scene for a reason right. Is she gonna react poorly

(Again talking after watching the episode… letting the boneless dragon hams go down the drain of blood with that familiar title card of “here’s the food of this episode tee hee” is rly just the show letting us know like. Yeah you remember those lighthearted fun times? Yeah no it’s jover)

Ep 14

Ngl I would NOT blame him for being into Namari because same she’s so hot. I mean what who said that

… are they gonna get wiped again because that’d be funny as shit. Like I know this guy will be relevant but still

Ahhhh I see

It’s kinda funny to see this group because like. In any other anime this would be our main characters but we’re stuck with The Freaks and I wouldn’t have it any other way

I hope this mc vibes guy is Unhinged in his own way also because the face he made when he was about to kill was not normal

Okay Ngl ever since I first saw him I thought he had freak vibes glad to see I was right

Fucking SAVAGE. Okay maybe they wouldn’t be the protagonist group normally protags aren’t that morally… *remembers the Other anime I just watched*…. Well.

Lmao the protag energy of having a moral reason for exploring the dungeon meanwhile OUR protags are just like. Me like money and adventure and food ^-^. I’m glad for our protags

Blue eye guy: if we steal from them we’ll be just as bad as them! Anyway let’s dump their corpses on the river so nobody can find and resurrect them ^-^

Aside from the fact taht they just brutally murdered some ppl they are way too normal anime group we need to get back to our people soon

This mf is a stalker fr fr there’s no way he just casually knew all of that

HE REALLY WAS STALKER HUH.

… they are gonna get wiped again arent they

Why all the protag mfs have those internal monologues in fights it’s a curse fr fr

[dontfeeltoohot]

St*nger Th*ngs fic for @stormyweaver Eddie starts getting sick, Steve is there for him. 1.6k No spoilers aside from the vague ones in the very first sentence.

XXX

The past month has been nothing short of a shit show- running from the law, running from insane basketball freaks, dealing with monsters and death, learning about alternate dimensions….it’s been a tough four weeks. Everything is starting to drift back to normal; whatever that is, aside from the fact that he and Mister popular himself are hanging out more, getting closer.

Between a few hidden makeout sessions and hand jobs, Eddie’s starting to realize he may be in deep shit with this guy- he might actually be falling for Steve fucking Harrington. Unbelievable. Thinking about it all makes his head hurt, which in turn makes him slam his old notebook shut and toss it back in his bag. He ignores the look Ms.Grady shoots him from the front of the classroom, not in the mood to deal with teachers today. 

There’s a steady pulse right behind his eyes, just bothersome enough that it’s making him want to unscrew his head and chuck it somewhere, a la Day of the Dead style. He’s barely halfway through the day, and the idea of skipping the rest sounds more than appealing. As the bell rings, Eddie stands from the uncomfortable desk chair, eyes shutting as congestion floods his head, the shift from sitting to standing knocking it loose. The long haired man blinks, sniffling and wincing.

If there’s one thing Eddie Munson prides himself on, aside from his music taste, style, hair, and ability to take just the right amount of drugs, it’s that he doesn’t get sick. His body seems to have other plans though, because by the end of his last period, he’s feeling particularly shitty. The man is acutely aware of his sudden sore throat when a buzzing feeling winds its way through his sinuses and he has to aim his face down towards the ground. 

“h’NGkT! ghXT!” 

The breath he lets out is stuffy, and his throat feels raw from the stifled sneezes that scrape against his throat. 4 hours ago he felt fine, and now he feels like has the plague. What in the holy fresh hell is happening. Coughing a little, Eddie all but throws himself out of his chair the second the end of the day bell rings. The curly haired man ignores his classmates' looks as he scrambles out of the room, surprised at how much energy he’s able to muster. 

The outside air is a little too warm for his liking as it hits him, but he keeps his worn leather jacket on and beenlines it for his car, but freezes when he sees a very familiar burgundy BMW sitting next to his own van. Sniffling thickly and scrunching his nose, he moves closer, seeing the iconic hair everyone in Hawkins has learned to either love or idolize. 

“Harrington, can’t get enough of me?” 

Eddie somehow manages to keep his face neutral, but Steve winces as he speaks. His voice sounds terrible, certain sounds rounded and nasally, a bit more of a rasp than usual resulting in him clearing his throat after. 

“Jesus you sound like shit. I was going to ask if you wanted to come and swim, Robin’s been begging for a get together at my place and my parents are gone for the week, but-“ 

“Nah, I’m down. It’s too hot for much else, plus D&D isn’t tonight.” 

Again, Steve winces, and again, Eddie ignores. Or, he tries his best, but then his nostrils are twitching and the urge to sneeze prickles in his head again. Steve starts to talk but the older of the two shakes his head. 

“H-Hold ohhhn…h’GHkt! hih’KXT! Fuck.” The sneezes sound disgusting, even to his own ears. He snags the black bandana out of his back left pocket and blows his nose, the productivity of it making him glad he’s not looking in Harrington’s direction, with how soupy it is. Finally, shoving it into his front pocket, Eddie turns back and glances towards the other. 

Steve looks less disgusted than he’s been expecting, if anything, there’s a hint of…worry? Brushing it off, Eddie clears his throat. 

“What were you saying?” 

“Uh…right. Party tonight. Sort of. Robin and Nance and Jonathan…” 

“Still surprising you’re so cool with your ex and her boyfriend.” 

“Yeah, well…I got someone else in mind,” Steve shrugs, but throws Eddie a wink that makes his heart falter slightly in surprise. And really, what the fuck. How can a guy like Harrington make him feel like that? 

“Yeah, I’ll be there, what time does..” Eddie rubs his nose with the back of his hand, but all touching it serves to do is make the low itch flare, and he’s once again turning away, not bothering to tell Steve to shut up this time. 

“NgKT! gktchh!” The noise he makes after is close to a snort rather than a sniffle, congestion wanting nothing more than get out. 

“Bless you. If you’re sick, you don’t have to come.” 

“I’m coming, Killer. I’m fine.” 

“If you say so, oh wise one.” 

XXX 

Eddie pulls up in front of Harrington’s too-nice house, feeling more than a little anxious to be in such a nice area of town. He’s always felt out of place in areas like this, with the perfect yards and pristine houses. If only Steve knew what his house looked like, he’d probably laugh in his damn face, or maybe give him that annoying pitied look. He’s grabbed a new, clean bandana to keep with him for the night, but now he’s wishing he had snagged a back up. 

If he’s honest, the last thing he feels like doing right now is swimming and partying, but it’s not like he can back out now. No-showing would make Harrington get that sad puppy dog look on his dumb face, and hes not going to be one of the assholes who causes that. 

Before he steps out, Eddie snuffles into his bandana and coughs, wondering briefly if he’s running a fever. The fact he feels almost cold in 80 degree weather is a tad concerning, but nothing he can’t handle. Hopping out of the large van, it hits him then, that maybe Harrington wanted him to bring drugs. Fuck. He definitely doesn’t have anything, he’d left it all back at his place. Oh well, they’ll have to get over it. 

Coughing into the air, Eddie walks up the path and knocks on the door. A moment later, Robin answers, but freezes a millisecond later, eyebrow raising.

“Why aren’t you wearing something to swim in? Unless you’re swimming naked, which, hey, that’s cool too, though I’m sure Nancy wouldn’t approve…” she trails off. 

Once again, feeling foggy headed, Eddie realizes he’s messed up. He can now remember Harrington talking about swimming, hell, he himself had acknowledged it, but now he feels stupid, standing in the door way with jeans and an Aerosmith tee on, vest on top. Fuck. 

“Uhh…” 

He’s saved from saying anything when Harrington comes to the door, looking confused. 

“You coming in? Or do I need to invite you in like one of those vampires…right? That’s a thing right? Dustin said-“ 

“Yeah, you gotta invite vampires in. So invite me in, Harrington.” 

“Come in Munson.” 

They both roll their eyes, and Robin snorts.

“God Steve, you’re becoming such a nerd.” 

Steve stammers and Eddie walks past him, taking his bandana out to rub at his nose. An achy chill runs through him, leaving him shivering for a second, but the man ignores it, continuing in, standing himself by the couch. He spies Nancy and Jonathan outside, both in the pool. Right. Pool. Shit. 

“Harrington, you got any water in this place?” His throat’s stinging, and Steve’s suddenly there, a glass in his hand. He blinks, wondering if he somehow knew he’d want one. Robin’s already outside again and it makes Eddie feel disoriented. Wasn’t she behind him? 

“Hey….look, uhm. We can stay inside, if you want. Maybe order pizza? I know I said it earlier but…you really do look like shit, are you okay?” 

Eddie isn’t sure what he wants to say. He could play it off, try and push through. But with every passing minute his body is feeling heavier, his throat’s feeling worse, his head feels like there are bees buzzing around in it, as well as like it’s stuffed with cotton. 

“Uhm…y-yeah, that. That sounds good.” Eddie feels uncharacteristically out of place and shy, so he sits himself down, taking the water from the younger man, taking a sip. “Sorry I didn’t bring anything tonight, uh…drug wise. I didn’t really remem-“ 

“I don’t care about that dude. I’m not friends with you because you have drugs.” 

“Oh.” 

“Look. Let’s just…get pizza and relax. We can watch some tv, and try to ignore those knuckleheads out there okay?” 

Hesitantly, Steve presses the back of his hand to Eddie’s forehead, which makes Eddie freeze. He can’t remember the last time someone did that. 

“If you want…I have extra sweatpants upstairs? You’re probably not comfortable, right?” 

“Right. I didn’t really uh…it’s been a lohng…day..-gkXT! hih’dxztch! Damn, sorry-snf! A long day…” 

The second sneeze bursts out of him as he scrambles for his bandana, just barely managing to catch the last half into it. His head gives a miserable throb from the first sneeze and he coughs. 

“I’ll go get the pants. You try not to die. You can lay down or whatever on the couch if you want. Just take your shoes off, my mom will kill me if she comes home and sees anything’s been made dirty.” 

“You got it killer.” Eddie sniffles and slips his shoes off, planting himself on the couch and waiting for Steve. 

[leviiattacks]

CASHIER LEVI AND LIKE THE READER IS THE CUSTOMER AND IT’S LIKE THEY HAVE A CRUSH ON EACHTOHER

author note :: honestly not my best at all..... like at all..... this was actually pretty good but the entire draft got deleted and i just lost all my effort but i felt bad for starting it and not completing it for anon so you may take whatever i have managed to salvage. i hope u enjoy it :’( i am extremely sick rn and yeah writing is the only break i am currently getting from anything :-) SO AGAIN I’ M SORRY ANON..... i may write a 10k + word fic on this though so i can redeem myself bc this is just disappointing 😭

word count :: 3.3k

every single thursday you stop by ackermart. maybe it’s because the day is convenient for you or perhaps it’s because of a certain cashier that works the evenings...

HAHA it’s got nothing to do with a cashier why would it have anything to do with a cashier? :-)

today is like any other. you walk through the fresh produce aisle then proceed to make your way towards the bakery section picking up a loaf of bread

it’s stupid, you know it is but... you think you’ve worked up enough courage to speak to him today!!

and who is him you may ask?

levi at till number four. his tired eyes always happen to pierce into yours and his calloused thumbs brush past your skin when you hand him your rewards card

levi is what his bright red name tag says and although he doesn’t look like a levi you’d like to think your crush isn’t stealing someone’s identity so you believe that it’s his real name

anxiously fiddling with your basket you’re beginning to think this was a horrible idea

the girl ahead of you is flirting up a storm with him and although he’s not reciprocating it by any means you still feel deterred

levi bags the last of her groceries and looks up at her when she asks for a way to contact him. he doesn’t look mad... just bored?

“ma’am. this is an ackermart i don’t think it’s appropriate you ask me for my number. the customer service line is listed on our website.”

the woman raises a brow looking completely flabbergasted. okay, if everything before this wasn’t a warning THIS sure was

she stomps off when she realises levi isn’t kidding and you think you’d feel bad for her maybe if she was more respectful about it

“next customer.” levi calls over his shoulder and you shuffle forward pretending to be engrossed in your phone

“cash or card?” he asks plainly.

you hear the BEEP of your groceries being scanned and think on it for a while before replying with “cash”

you’re clearly pretty good at your pretend to be totally into your phone act because levi tries to get your attention but you don’t hear what he has to say till the third time he repeats himself

but even then you’re still unsure what it is he’s said????

looking down you see his hand is stuck out in front of you and now you’re even more confused

faltering for a second you look at his palm and then speak

“um, i guess your hand is nice? it’s pretty big compared to the rest of you actually.”

“i was asking for your cash?” he says and now you look at his palms in mortification

gasping you yANK your hand into your purse as you laugh awkwardly fishing around to find your money

“oh, OH i knew that. just kidding!! i mean- i meant that thing about your hand?? but i thought it was- i funny? yes the joke funny? i’m-”

he leans back into his spinning chair and sighs contently. “you’re not making much sense peaches.”

“pe- peaches??” you repeat. no way you’ve heard that correct

levi lazily points at the abundance of the aforementioned fruit in your grocery bags

“you must love em.”

“i, well yeah i do like peaches but i also like...” um??? what food would make you look sophisticated and professional?

OH YEAH

“FRENCH CUISINE :-)!!!!” you say rather proudly

“...cool. i guess.” levi hands you your grocery bag which is basically an invitation asking for you to get out

he doesn’t seem mad but he’s definitely going to look back at this encounter and laugh his ass off at how stupid you are

hanging your head down low in embarrassment you make your way out towards your car

there’s always next time!! maybe you can practice in the mirror yeah that does sound like it would help!!!

okay so.

it is officially next time.

actually you never got the opportunity to practice in front of the mirror because you chickened out of looking like an idiot even if it was in the privacy of your own home

but!!! you did try to practice some cool pick up lines because who doesn’t like a good pickup line or two??

the two mini milk cartons in your hand and the pack of doughnuts you have tucked under your arm aren’t too heavy so you aren’t too worried about having to wait in the line

for some reason the guy in front of you keeps turning around and glancing at you as if you don’t even exist

you are not casper the ghost

also casper is a little boy and you definitely aren’t a little boy

finally after a good five minutes the man ahead of you is having his stuff scanned but he’s STILL doing it. even levi notices and gives him an odd look which borders annoyance and anger.

“can i pay for your groceries? maybe walk you to your car?” the stranger asks suddenly

so that’s what this is, he’s simply taken an interest in you

my god this is new but it is uncomfortable and you’d rather say no

“oh, i actually walked here and no thanks i can pay for my own. enjoy the rest of your day!!” you hope your white lie is enough to fool the man but instead of agreeing as any other person would he looks majorly deceived

“i saw you in the parking lot.” ok this is getting a bit too uncomfortable for your liking

“c’mon i’m offering to buy your shit too?”

his voice is raising and you’re not sure what exactly you can do but thankfully for you the manager steps in and takes him away before any more threats can be made

the man had taken up so much of your attention you almost forgot levi was even there until you turned back around

“do you want a member of staff to accompany you to your car? it’s getting dark out.” levi’s comment helps ease your nerves and you try to laugh off what just happened

“i’m good :-)” you say shaking a little. you’re unsure if it’s the cold or the fact you still haven’t completely calmed down

“you sure peaches?”

“i haven’t bought any peaches this time.”

“you’re still peaches to me.” your cheeks flush at his confidence

wait, maybe this is your chance. you’re the last person in his line and they’re closing up for the day so...

“could you walk me to my car?”

and to your surprise even before you can take back what you’ve said levi agrees

it stays like that for a while.

every thursday levi walks you to your car by the end of his shift, all the while the two of you exchange a few words together

like last week you asked him what his favourite colour was (he said purple) you’ve learnt about his hobbies (he’s a decent cook), you’ve even found out about some of his own personal problems. he had mentioned suffering with insomnia in passing.

to be honest each and every time he walks you to your car he has to notice that you begin to park further and further away from the front entrance. but if he does notice he doesn’t say a word about it

“is that all you’re checking out?” you ask with a cheeky grin plastered across your face

looking down at your new dress your lopsided grin is far from fading away any time soon. you especially picked this one out after asking levi what his favourite colour was last week

god. this is so embarrassing but never actually have you had a crush this huge

levi who’s sat behind the counter shoots you a look which almost seems to be on the verge of uninterested. he isn’t entertaining this at all or this is just his typical bored face, you can’t really tell

BUT..... you still have a huge crush on him and you aren’t one to give up this easily

for the record you don’t harass him or anything, just the occasional hint is thrown around but he’s either really dense or doesn’t care

his expression does you no favours, you can’t tell what he’s thinking half the time

“you’re always buying energy drinks... might want to cut down on those they’re no good for you.”

warmth blooms in your chest. he’s just saying it to make small talk but the fact he even thinks to bring that up has your heart fluttering

“i- well- yeah i will!! just have a few overdue essays to get over with :-)” twiddling your thumbs together you think that makes your nerves too obvious so you begin to scratch at the back of your neck

if anything is a dead give away it’s your constant neck scratching, thankfully levi hasn’t picked up on it

“so you wore purple today?” his eyes linger on the thin straps of your dress and you feel the goosebumps rise up onto your skin immediately

“oh yeahhhh-”

“did i tell you yellow was my favourite colour last week?” he asks holding up a neon yellow pack of crisps and for the first time you see him smile

he looks so ?!|>\€|^ pretty ?!/)/&

wait?? yellow??

“didn’t you say purple?”

“no?” he crosses his arms playfully over his chest thinking for a bit

“maybe i did but no it’s really yellow.” he says as he hands you your bag

nodding your head you smile “yeahhhh sure it is.”

damn, now you’re going to have to find a yellow dress just to make him revert back to purple because who even likes yellow?? that’s a deal breaker right there??

update

it’s been two weeks!!

and a yellow dress has been found and secured B-)

it’s been a pretty rough day at work and you need to desperately collect a pack of green tea and get going

you don’t know when exactly being a secretary meant you had to babysit your boss’ children but that’s what the last week has entailed

being made to work overtime to this extent has had an effect on you and you’re ready to head home as soon as you swing by ackermart

not seeing levi for a week made you a little :-( because to be honest he’s the highlight of your thursday evening BUT!! you’ll be able to see him today at least

walking in through the entrance you’re met with connie smiling right at you, he holds the door open for you and smile back greeting him

“so you didn’t come last week...?”

it’s weird for him to ask that, after all you don’t really speak to anyone here apart from levi, you’re surprised you’re enough of a regular to be known by name

“oh i didn’t think anyone would notice? but yeah i had to work overtime you know what boss’ are like.” groaning you crouch down and look at the pot noodles on display

“i didn’t notice it. boss man did.”

“boss man?” you ask feeling out of loop

“levi.” connie answers as he hops into the backroom

????

isn’t he just a cashier??

“you still look confused.” connie remarks as he heads back out with a cardboard box full of pringle’s tubes

“levi’s the boss man, this is his store. he literally only ever mans the cash register on thursday evening because of you.”

at that you start laughing because it makes no sense at all to you

there’s no way connie is being serious

“good one.” you say as you stand up with a chicken flavored noodle in your hand

“i’m not kidding?”

turning around you give him a skeptical look

he sighs and shakes his head.

“listen. me and the part timers are tired of making bets on when he’ll give you his number and i bet that it would happen today so if you could confess to each other that would be perfect!!!”

“who said i like-”

“anyone with a brain can tell you both like each other.” he’s rolled his eyes so far into the back of his head you begin to take him a little more seriously now

“i... did i make it that obvious??” you’re directly facing him trying to get out as much information as you can

“yeah. very. at least levi wasn’t as bold.”

“i think you’ve got the wrong end of the stick he definitely doesn’t like me.”

connie gives you an “are you fucking with me?” look and you look away trying to distract yourself with the the canned goods lining the shelves

“he was worried sick when you didn’t come in for the entire week. he even asked me if he scared you away.”

“maybe i’m just his favourite customer?”

“favourite customer my ass he has a crush on YOU. confess.”

playing around with the ends of your sleeves connie sees he’s fighting a losing battle unless he gives you definitive solid proof

“please... i’ll get free barbecue if i win the bet and i’m kinda broke rn :-(” okay, you do want connie to eat well and be treated and maybe this is a good thing. if levi doesn’t like you then you can move on!!

“i’ll think about it.”

before connie can continue talking you make a beeline towards the tea aisle whilst throwing a “see you next time!” over your shoulder.

by the time you’ve gathered all of your groceries your basket is full to the brim. you’ve been lingering as much as you can out of fear but you think you’ve collected just enough courage to ask for his number

looking at the cash register levi is sat there and your shoulders slump. he’s probably going to say no and you’re going to look like a huge loser.

right as you’re about to take a step towards him levi finally spots you and gives you one look before standing up from his seat

“hi!” you wave at him

“...hey!” he smiles wide but he bites it back pretending it was never there in the first place

placing your basket in front of him he eyes what you’ve got

“hm... lots of peaches as per usual peaches.” the nickname that rolls of his tongue makes you tremble a little. will he call you that after you fuck everything up with this stupid confession?

his tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek when he gets to the heart shaped box of chocolates

“a gift for a friend? didn’t know you had those?” he teases as he scans the barcode

“gift for a crush!” you reply back enthusiastically as you dig through your wallet looking for your card

levi doesn’t respond for a few seconds and an awkward silence fills the air. you glance up to see him looking at you open mouthed in shock

“good luck.” he murmurs under his breath he’s not even returning your gaze at this point and is hurriedly scanning through your barcodes

“you okay?” you ask worrying about his mood

“yeah, yeah. great.” he’s quieter than usual.

the rest of your encounter is the same, levi silently bags your groceries and you can’t tell if this is a good or bad response.

just as he’s about to place the heart shaped box into your plastic bag you lunge forward holding his wrist to stop him

“no i don’t need those.”

he cocks his eyebrow upwards trying to analyse your expression and gain an understanding of your thoughts

“don’t tell me you’re chickening out. whoever it is will say yes.” he scoffs as he places the chocolates into the bag handing them over to you with a warm smile

there it is again. the fear returns and you swipe your tongue over your slightly dry lips.

no way.

is he telling you to confess to someone now? so he must not like you?

taking the bag away from him you scratch your neck out of habit and huff feeling frustrated

“he keeps giving me mixed signals.” you say hoping he catches your drift

“give him the chocolates and let him put two and two together. don’t even say anything.” his advice would be great if he weren’t the guy you were trying to confess to in real time

nodding you reach into the bag and bring the box back out before gently placing it in front of levi

“are you serious?” he asks and your face drops seeing the possible displeasure in his eyes

great, connie and the part timers just over analysed he doesn’t like you, obviously he doesn’t like you, why would he like you?

without looking back you hurry out, the embarrassment is eating you away now and the thought of ever returning to ackermart isn’t even feasible in your mind

at this point you may as well change your name, identity, dye your hair, have a few children and wear sunglasses the next time you come back so you look like a soccer mum and not the foolish y/n who thought they had a chance with their cute CASHIER???

god, you probably look like a creep

the sound of footsteps can be heard behind you and labored breaths follow before levi calls out for you

“please wait up.” he grumbles. slowing down your pace you let him catch up to you. he grabs at your wrist and sighs in relief

turning you see him savour the air

is this the part where he confesses he likes you too or—

“your receipt you forgot it.” he gasps as he opens your hand for you and places it into your palm

oh.

fingers clasping shut onto the paper you feel the humiliation seep into your pores

this.

is.

the.

worst.

moment.

of.

your.

life.

“open it.” he offer you a boyish smile and your nerves don’t let you find comfort in it

you grimace as you fold it open, you’re imagining he’s charged you an extra £100 for having unwanted feelings for him and if that’s the case you’ll die on the spot

but instead your eyes light up in joy. you’re pleasantly surprised

...

inside of the receipt is his phone number haphazardly sprawled across in black biro - you even double check by comparing it to the number for the customer service helpline

hello??

HELLO.?.!/)£ HIS NUMBER???

“if you just wanted to return the chocolate this is embarrassing.” he’s the one who’s now scratching at his neck and you find that he’s endearing this way

the streetlight from above illuminates him, the shadows cast over his face and his brows aren’t furrowed as they usually are

you open your mouth to reply but connie cuts you off unintentionally. he can be heard YELLING into his phone ecstatic that his plan has worked out

“I WIN!!! HA BBQ’S ON YOU JEAN!! MUST SUCK TO BE YOU.”

you and levi look at each other and laugh, reassuring the other of what has just happened.

well...

you guess this is the start of something new? maybe??

:-)

[tooruluv]

Katsuki Bakugou x F!Reader ( part 1 )

❝ ...and then there’s you. ❞

description: you and bakugou have hated each other since childhood. through the constant bickering, fighting, and actual fist fights... you had no idea that you had been writing to him.

genre: angst, soulmate au where you have a notebook that you can write to your soulmate in

word count: 3.8k

warnings/notes: strong language, lots of angst, aged up characters, bakugou being bakugou, reader has an air manipulation quirk created as part 1 of 3 for my winner of my tooruluv2kparty contest @katsulovee​ <33

teaser | part 2

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“ ‘cause when the sun goes down, someone’s talking back ” - talking to the moon, bruno mars

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The storm only escalated, casting the sky in deep blues and greys. Loud rain clattered against the roof of your apartment building, the ceiling of your top floor apartment being the only thing that separated you from the pour. 

The rain may be cold, but you were on fire.

You had been livid all day, positively outraged by the man who seemed to always be in your way. He was the most arrogant, most opinionated, and most… loud-mouthed person you ever met. You were screaming from the inside out, burning with rage.

Groaning, you sprawled out on your bed.

Katsuki Bakugou was the biggest fucking issue on the planet. His absurd need to be the best at everything he did, his cold demeanor and venom that spews from his mouth -- you wanted nothing more than to punch him directly in the throat. 

With a deep breath, you flipped open your Soulmate Journal. 

The world was such a strange place, full of quirks and criminals and heroes and villains. To add on top of that, when you turn thirteen a journal just… appears. And whoever is your soulmate can read everything you write. Once they read it, they can reply or talk to you that way and the ink disappears. There are plenty of rules that go along with it, like if you turn thirteen before your soulmate does, the ink is red until they receive their own journal. Or how the journal itself is indestructible. Or the biggest rule: you cannot write any given name. 

When you’re thirteen, your life is full of hope and wishful thinking. Almost everyone at that age is excited to start writing to their Person, the one who they were supposed to be created to be with. You were surprised when you opened yours to find nothing written.

You assumed that you were a bit older than your soulmate, but that was quickly shut down as you wrote in black ink. Your soulmate hadn’t written anything. 

It took two months for him to write back. Two months of your excessive writing and nearly diary-like entries. Two months of you wondering if they would ever write back. Until he did.

Today sucked.

That was all you wrote, your past two months of writing still ever present and glaring at you with smudges and hinted annoyance. The ink started to fade like Harry talking to Tom Riddle, reappearing with new handwriting.

It was scrawled across the page with terrible handwriting, very much one of a middle school boy. 

Life sucks. Deal with it.

You were now twenty two, an adult and that once hope and love has turned into pessimism and indifference. And life still sucked. 

You were pretty famous, your air manipulation quirk one that catches a lot of attention. That, alongside your rivalry with the second most famous hero Bakugou, brought an abundance of recognition. Bakugou completely steals your thunder every chance he has, stealing your light and victories. 

You hated him. With the utmost disrespect, you hated him. Since your days in the hero academy, the two of you were at each other’s throats. He would even stop in the middle of antagonizing Deku to make some horrendous comment towards you instead. 

You ended up scribbling along the Soulmate Pages, heated rage boiling with each word.

Hey Honey! I need to vent if that’s okay.

Of course.

You would not believe the shit I have to endure in real life. I wish I could describe the hatred I have for this man I work with, he’s a real piece of shit. Anyway, how was your day?

My day was about the same as yours, living with the idiots of real life. If we could write names I would because there’s this bitch I work with that I fucking hate.

Maybe we need new jobs (insert laughing face even though I’m livid right now)

Yeah. Maybe. But we’ll get through it.

It took years for your soulmate to warm up to you. The first interactions were hesitant, slow, and barely considered conversations. But now you can discuss your day as if you were texting a friend, talk about your likes and dislikes. 

He was your soulmate after all.

You learned that he was a boy and an only kid, he had a strong quirk, and that he liked ramen. He was a rule follower and his handwriting always used proper punctuation. You told him all about your life and how you wanted to travel away from everything.

You wanted to know who he was, more than anything. 

You wished you could tell him your name and quirk, where you lived and who you were. You wished he could do the same. 

You’ve tried, of course, to write out your name and location. But the second the words were written onto the page, they turned into a random assortment of letters. Gibberish. Never to be written, never to be known.

“Dude, fucking relax!” You rubbed your temple at your desk, voice spitting venom against Bakugou’s loud vocals. “Not everything is about you, just sit down and wait to be sent on a mission.”

“What did you say to me?”

Katsuki Bakugou had been going on and on about how Deku got assigned to a mission in upper Japan, sent to work with a separate force for a bit to expand his horizon. He was outraged, yelling and standing tall and broad to pretend to be bigger than he was. 

You were doing paperwork, trying to concentrate despite his yelling and complaining and bitching. You were hovering above your seat with your legs crossed, papers scattered (it was a habit of yours, to just kind of hover a couple of inches off the surface of things; air manipulation and all that). 

“I said,” You turned to look into his ablaze eyes. “Sit down and wait. Not everything is about you.”

You only threw fuel into his fire, you could hear the sparking between his fingers. You turned back to your paperwork. 

“You don’t get to tell me what to do, you’re not even in the top five heroes.” Bakugou barked in your direction. You could feel his heat as he approached your desk. “You can sit and do your own paperwork all you want! I need to be put on serious cases, just like stupid Deku is always placed on.”

“You can argue with me all you want.” You moved to continue your work, pretending to be unbothered. You could feel the anger boil in your chest. “But you still are and will always be measly little number two. Now shut the fuck up, you’re interrupting those who are actually working.”

He was going to hit you, you knew he was. You two ended up fist fighting all the time, oxygen and explosions ending in destruction. Before he could, your boss walked in with a bellowing, “Bakugou! Get over here, I have something for your loud ass!”

You decided to give him a bored middle finger as he walked away.

They say that words are the way of life. You could say an infinite amount of words and sentences in your lifespan, you could say a word and only ever say it one time. Each assortment of words are different each time, something new every day. 

You figured that’s why you hated the soulmate thing. 

Finding your soulmate should be one of chance, of pure coincidence and meeting of strangers. With the journal, you are starting something you only hope to find. You could go your whole life without finding your soulmate.

And that is terrifying.

There are horror stories of writing to an endless notebook, sad movies created where the lettering turns back to red before they’ve found each other. You wanted nothing more than to meet and just… be with the man you’ve been writing to since you were thirteen.

It seemed to be some sick joke, a tease in the palm of your hands.

When you were young, you attended UA High. It was meant to be the best school for heroes, grooming them into the best of the best. Both of your parents had been heroes themselves, your mom with a cloud quirk and your dad with wings. You took after a bit of both, no wings and no clouds but could create air currents and manipulate the air surrounding you within a certain radius. It has something to do with your breath and lungs, but you never looked too much into the actual DNA aspect. 

When you arrived in the hero program, you passed the tests with ease. You tried to focus mainly on yourself and gaining your own points, alongside a couple of students with the same idea. 

You were pissed when you were placed in 1-B instead of 1-A. It was the start of your rivalry with the explosion boy. 

Luckily, you quickly gained friends. You actually seemed to have a soft spot for Hitoshi Shinsou, and you and Itsuka Kendou seemed to be the only two with brains (this led to many conversations resulting in shit talking and giggling). So in the end, you weren’t too upset to be placed in the second best class. 

And you did get to fight with Bakugou a lot more without punishment, your professor wanting to be number one as much as anyone else. 

One particular day that you remember to this day, one that really labeled your hatred for Bakuogu, was just a normal day at first. You were finished with your normal morning classes and just beginning the hero portion of the day, the training and fighting. 

Your class was working with Class 1-A for the day, teaming up with one of their students and seeing how your quirks would act both against and with each other.

You were, of course, teamed with Bakugou.

The fucker was already set in his ways, loud and in need of attention at all times. You were well aware of his… loud personality… at that point, being beside Shinsou when he called your class “extras”. He was already someone you wanted nothing to do with. 

“Good luck.” Kendou muttered to you when your names were announced as partners. “See ya.”

The second you headed to him, you could feel his apprehension. He wanted nothing to do with you. And you wanted nothing to do with him. In fact, you were hoping for Uraraka as your partner, wanting to see how your air manipulation would work with her gravity. 

Apparently the professors wanted to see the oxygen working with the burst of flames. Which, honestly, is cool yes — but it was the person behind the explosions that you did not want to be a part of.

Bakugou was not one to mumble under his breath. 

“Why am I paired with you?” He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms across his chest. “I could at least be with someone interesting like Mind Control over there.”

You already wanted to punch him. “You’ve obviously never seen my quirk.”

“Clearly it hasn’t been interesting enough to be worth my attention.”

“Say that again when I remove the oxygen straight from your lungs.” You threatened, knowing damn well you didn’t know how to do that yet. “Let’s just get this over with.”

He let out a long exhale, moving into position. You were already flying by the time he let off his first explosion.

His utter disrespect for you and your quirk not only irritated you, but only was the start of a long term competition on Who Can Be Better Than Who that lasted the rest of your time at UA.

Through the constant loud arguments, the yelling in the cafeteria and the comments just loud enough for the other to hear, the fist fights and the swearing that was reserved only for each other, you found comfort in talking to your soulmate. It was relaxing after a long day of pure annoyance and shit talking to finally just get to have normal conversations with someone you enjoy. 

Are we allowed to ask about school in this thing?

I don’t think so.

I’m sighing. Pretend that you could hear my sigh.

Wow, that was a loud sigh.

YOU’RE FUNNY! Anyway, I really want to know if we go to school together :(((

I don’t even think we can talk about JRTPD or BO::SOMD. See, they turn into gibberish.

 I mean… we can say school. So we can ask ABOUT school just not… specific schools. 

That’s true. I go to a special school and am the best in my class. You’re getting lucky by having me as a soulmate.

Well I would only hope so. Need a smart soulmate for fun facts.

Fun fact: you’re pretty cool. I guess.

Ah, the admission of your love for me.

Not love. I don’t hate talking to you if that does anything for you.

The one person you don’t hate. I’ll take it, Soulmate.

Don’t push it.

We should give each other nicknames. Since we can’t call each other by our real names.

Does the book allow it?

My parents did it before they found each other.

Okay. Like what?

I can call you Hot Head, because you’re hot and because you are always writing about how mad you are.

No.

I can always go with something cute like Honey.

This is gross. I was thinking like gamer tag nicknames.

Okay, Honey.

I take back what I said, asshole.

Honey and Asshole. The perfect pair. We could solve crimes!

I’m going to bed now.

Goodnight Honey ♡ I know that you aren’t reading these but you will in the morning. Dork.

“Do you know who your soulmate is?” You asked.

You were hanging out with Kendou, Monoma, and Shinsou in Kendou’s bedroom. The dorm rooms were all set up the exact same way, but for some reason Kendou’s always seemed to be bigger. 

“No idea.” Monoma shrugged. “I don’t think I want to know until I’m older, we’re too young and I want to focus on graduating first.”

“He’s right.” Kendou twisted in her position on her bed. “Why? Do you want to know who yours is?”

“I want to know more than anything.” You sighed. Your head was laid across Shinsou’s lap on the floor. “We get along so well and I try to talk to him every day.”

“How do you know it’s a he?”

“He told me.” You laughed. “We tried really hard to narrow it down as much as possible.”

“It sounds like he wants to know you too.” Kendou said. She giggled. “I should ask my soulmate their gender.”

“What about you, Shinsou?”

“I barely write to mine.” He shrugged, making your head tilt a little. “I’m sure they understand.”

“I’m sure they do, they were made to be yours.” You looked up at him with a smile. “Of everyone, I thought you would write the most.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because most people are scared to talk to you in real life.”

He flicked your forehead. “You aren’t scared to talk to me.”

“I’m not scared to talk to anyone.”

“I’ve noticed.”

You sighed and closed your Soulmate Journal, the rain now casting a dark shadow across the entirety of the sky. Your face was flushed in red, hair disheveled and you were still in your hero uniform, dirty and kind of burnt. 

Katsuki Bakugou had not only interrupted your victory, but he had claimed it as his own. His desperation to be the number one hero hadn’t stopped. It’s been years, you’ve grown past his stupid desire and he simply… hasn’t.

You fought the villain yourself, using your quirk to it’s full capabilities and trapping them in a circle of air. You fought for over an hour by yourself, taking up the mission while out and witnessing it first hand. Your freshly bought coffee was long forgotten as you raced after the thief.

The second you landed the thief, the ball of air dissipating as you grew tired, Bakugou arrived in a fiery feat and handcuffed the villain. Of course, the main photos were of him with the handcuffs, standing proud as if he hadn’t stolen your fight. 

His argument was that he did help. Yeah, he did ‒ for three seconds.

Katsuki Bakugou was a piss stain upon himself, truly the worst of the worst who’s own personal interest outweighs anything else in his life. He will never be anything but second best because he never thinks of anyone but himself. 

If only he could read thoughts instead of turning his sweat to ignition. Then you wouldn’t have to put your harsh thoughts into tone.

Your Soulmate was one of two people you genuinely enjoyed talking to, he always seemed to be on the same page as you. The other is Shinsou, from your high school. He was the only one you really kept in contact with.

Sometimes you like to convince yourself that Shinsou is your soulmate, since he hasn’t found his either. But you compared the handwriting and it didn’t match at all. Shinsou’s handwriting was much smaller and neater than the man you would eventually call yours.

“This is so fucking stupid!” You screamed, your rage reaching its max.

You threw your journal across your bedroom, the storm masking the sound of it banging against the wall by your bed. You were pissed, you wanted nothing more than to see Bakugou’s downfall. It’s been years. You were over it.

You were over it all. You were over him, you were over not knowing your soulmate, you were over being alone in your stupid apartment. It all reached it’s apex. Maybe you needed a shower, or maybe you needed to move from your job.

Your fit was interrupted by a loud crash on the roof of your apartment building. You nearly jumped at the sound, the sound not even close to the crashes of thunder. 

You rushed to the roof, your hero senses kicking in more than your regular carefulness. Once you were outside, you were almost instantly drenched in the rain. Only a couple of yards ahead of you was a man crumbled to the ground; they must’ve hit the roof harder than you thought.

When they turned, clutching their side, you knew instantly who it was.

“Deku?” You rushed towards him. “I thought you were in Hirosaki for some serious villain.”

He moved to stand, much taller and broad than he was back in high school. Yet still with the fluffy green hair and bright eyes with hope always seemingly sewed in. 

“I was. I just… I need your help.”

“Why do you need my help?” You helped him stand fully, taking his hand from his side to check for an injury. He wasn’t bleeding. “Doesn’t Uraraka live around here?”

“I don’t… want to involve her in this.” He stood straight. His healing must’ve started. “I… this is something I need you for.”

“Okay…” You crossed your arms. “What do you need?”

“I know what you’re going to say.” Deku started, and you didn’t move. “But it’s Bakugou.”

“No.”

“C’mon, Aero, I know that you two…”

“No.”

“Please, I…”

“Deku, you know more than anyone how and who he is. Whatever it is, he can deal with it himself.” You started back towards the stairs. “I appreciate you coming to me, for whatever reason, but this is something that you have to find someone else for.”

“Don’t think of this as us doing something for him.” Deku rushed to stand in front of you. “Think of it as a favor for me. You owe me one.”

“Don’t do this now.” 

“I’m officially cashing in my favor.”

You sighed, “Fine. Can you at least tell me what we need to do for the asshole?”

“I’ll tell you on the way.” He nearly jumped in joy. “But you cannot tell anyone. Not Shinsou, not the police, and not our boss. This is under the radar.”

“Oh, shit.” You followed him as you flew next to him. “What are you getting me into?”

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[ateezmakemeweep]

lights out.

neighbor!yunho

word count: 7k

angst, fluff

you had three requirements when searching for your first apartment: a good location, an all pets allowed policy and access to the rooftop.

it seemed a little unusual, that you’d really find the perfect place, all the other check marks and lovely amenities secured, and just say no because you weren’t able to escape to the roof. 

but it was a place you always found solace in. 

cold nights overlooking the city or warm, spring days in the sun - and when you first moved in a few months ago, overjoyed to check out your new daily view, you saw one of your other neighbors also had an affinity for the rooftop. 

he was softly humming to himself as he looked out over the roof, his tall, broad figure covered in a yellow hoodie. just the profile of his face alone had your cheeks warming, faded light blue hair peeking out from under his hood.

a peaceful look covered his face, all the light in eyes and softness of his features making him look boyish and sweet. 

and then as if he sensed your presence, or more like your fascinated stare of admiration, he looked to you and his lips pulled into a bright smile. 

“hi.”

you bit down on your lip at the realization you got caught, a slight blush on your cheeks as you shot the handsome stranger a shy smile. 

“hi,” you said softly, your eyes moving from him to the view behind - all very picturesque and pretty, tall skyscrapers and a clear, blue summer sky. “i’m sorry if i interrupted you.”

“not at all,” he hummed, his arms crossed carelessly over the edge. 

an awkward silence hung in the air, unsure if you should stay grounded in your place or make a move closer to him; you chose the former, in case the handsome stranger was weirded out by your closeness - but he seemed to take it another way.

“are you scared?”

your eyebrows pulled together at the teasing smirk on his face, an interesting contrast to the slightest hint of concern in his eyes. 

“of what?” you ask in confusion, looking from the view to his cute, questioning face. “you?”

a smile crosses his face that has your heart jumping in your chest, the sun shining down on him and proving that he really is just as perfect as he seems even from afar. 

“i was thinking more the heights or the view but i guess the fact that you’re on the roof with a stranger could be scary too.”

an awkward chuckle leaves your mouth, not so much because of his comment but because you don’t know how you’ve managed to develop a crush on this man in less than 60 seconds. 

you hesitantly make your way over, your eyes shining with nerves and slight amusement. 

“actually, i’ll have you know, access to the rooftop was one of my three requirements for getting a place.”

“oh yeah?” he asks, a smile on his face as he turns his body toward you. “did you just move in?”

he’s pressed up against the concrete without a care in the world, eyes roaming your face and not once dipping toward your dress-covered body. 

“i did,” you smile, “about an hour ago.”

“no shit,” he smiles, the profanity leaving his mouth a stark contrast to the sweet smile on his face. he makes his way over to you, his large form towering over you making you swallow nervously - he’s far too handsome and big, two factors proving to be a major weakness for you.

“i’m yunho, apartment 304.”

“y/n,” you smile, the way it lights up your face making yunho’s heart jump in his chest - you’re even prettier looking this happy and excited. “apartment 305.”

you should’ve known then that the handsome man on the rooftop was gonna turn out to be the kindest neighbor you’ve ever had. 

he welcomed you into the building with open arms, invited you to a dinner party with his friends mingi, wooyoung and san who also lived on the same floor as you two. 

he was always quiet and considerate of the people around him, making sure his tv and music was low by the time 9:00 came around - and even when it wasn’t, you couldn’t help but mind because it was always sweet, soothing tones of comedic chatter or soft pop music. 

he always lended you extra butter or milk when you needed, the first time he saw you in your messy ponytail and pastel pink apron the time he realized he might have a little crush on you.

that the times he got excited seeing you down in the lobby or in the elevator were more than just his heart having random palpitations. 

the knock on his door that day was soft in a distinct pattern of two, opening up his embarrassingly messy apartment to see you standing there with flour in your hair and a sheepish smile on your face. 

“hi neighbor,” you smiled sweetly, your small hand with chipped nail polish waving to him. “do you have an extra egg you can spare?” 

“depends,” he smiles, leaning his head against the doorframe cooly. “what are you making with it?”

“pumpkin bread,” you inform him cheerfully, just about the only festive, fall food you’re able to make apart from sweet potato soup. 

“ooh that sounds good,” he smiles, his large hand ushering you inside. “come on in. excuse the mess.”

it was your first time stepping inside his apartment, messy and properly lived in but a nice, clean scent in the air - like laundry, home and men’s cologne. 

he had a large sectional to fit his crazy group of friends he told you about once in the hallway, a large tv perched on the wall and a small dining room table with rickety folding chairs.  

you could tell immediately that it was an apartment that was like a home rather than a house, the same type of warmth in it that shines through the man taller than his own refrigerator. 

“i wish i could say my apartment isn’t always this messy but that’d be a lie,” he says, one egg in hand as he makes his way over to you. he looks down at you with a smile, his eyes going back to the cute little apron adoring your body. 

“that’s okay, so is mine,” you say, far too guilty of skipping your sunday cleaning day for the past three weeks.

you can’t help the way your eyes trail over his soft brown ones, everything about him and his aura only making you develop a stronger crush on him. he just seemed like such a sweet and genuine person, always looking out for you and going out of his way to send you a smile. 

no one has ever made you feel so welcomed in a new place before nor have you ever seen someone with such a sweet, soft smile and kind eyes.

“so just one egg?” he finally asks, breaking the silence and the way your eyes roam over each other intensely. 

“i.. oh- yes! yes, thank you, just one,” you stutter out, taking the cold egg from his large hand. you never noticed how nice his hands were either, veiny and large with long fingers and clean nails. 

there doesn’t seem to be anything about this man that isn’t perfect, apart from maybe his disaster of an apartment. 

“i’ll be sure to bring you a piece of bread when i’m finished,” you say sweetly, the man smiling down at you teasingly causing your heart to jump.

“and if you burn down the complex?” 

a mock gasp leaves your mouth as you hit him lightly, his soft chuckle ringing through the air as he watches you turn to leave his apartment. 

“forget it then!” you squeal jokingly, knowing right when it’s done, you’ll be rushing over to make sure it’s still nice and warm for him.

his eyes linger on the bounce of your hair and your messily tied apron as you disappear into the hall, letting out a small sigh when he feels the remaining hints of butterflies in his stomach. 

“are you ever gonna tell her?” his best friend mingi asked, the two of them going down to san’s for thanksgiving dinner a few weeks later. “you’ve known her for three months now. that’s a reasonable amount of time to have a crush, she wouldn’t be weirded out.”

“i know but we haven’t really like... talked talked, you know,” the tall boy explains, a bowl of mashed potatoes in hand. “we have... neighborly chats in the hallway or in the elevator, sometimes even on the roof if we’re both there, but we really don’t know each other that way.”

“okay and that’s what a date is for, the fuck?” his younger friend spats, a small chuckle leaving his mouth; he wishes it really were that easy for him. 

“do you just wanna give her eggs and sugar for the rest of your life?”

the tall boy lets out a sigh as he looks at his friend, the dramatic, playful flair of his body causing him to bite back a smile.

“and it’s obvious she doesn’t have a boyfriend, you would’ve seen him coming and going by now,” mingi continues, their loud footsteps stomping further and further down the hall. “you really have nothing to lose.”

but he kind of has everything to lose. 

he likes being the friendly neighbor you can get eggs from or see on the rooftop. 

he likes being the person who’s made you comfortable here, helping as you adjust to a new, intimidating setting.

he likes being a friend to you, one that genuinely cares for you and doesn’t have any ulterior motives because he may or may not have feelings for you. 

“i don’t know, maybe one day,” yunho says, knocking on san’s apartment door with his free hand. “but today is not that day. today is not the day i confess my tiny, small, minuscule crush to-”

the door opening causes his words to halt, potatoes nearly slipping from his grasp when he sees your smiling face and the light brown sweater dress clinging to your body. 

“y/n,” he smiles, shocked but pleasantly surprised to see you here. “hi. i-i didn’t know you’d be here.”

san comes out from behind you less than a second later, throwing a friendly arm around your shoulder as he smiles at him connivingly - yunho knew he was gonna regret letting his little crush on you slip when he and san went out and got shit-faced at dinner together. 

“i heard she made delicious pumpkin bread so she had to make the cut,” san said, bumping your arm teasingly when you turn to narrow your eyes at him.

“oh? you heard i made good pumpkin bread?” you question, remembering the events from a few weeks ago very differently. “or you demanded to be let into my house for a bite after you smelt it through the walls?”

“eh, tomato, tomahto,” he says quickly, ushering in mingi and yunho who are holding in their loud, contagious chuckles. “come in, we’re fucking starving waiting for your slow asses.”

you catch yunho’s soft gaze moving to you, smiling at him sweetly and heart fluttering rapidly when he smiles back.

“hi, neighbor. surprised to see you here.”

“yeah,” you chuckle out awkwardly, not wanting the man to think you’re intruding on him and his friends after your short time knowing them. “i hope it’s okay. once san smelt the bread and heard i wasn’t doing anything for the holidays, he kind of, basically, insisted that i-”

“oh, no, no, i’m... i’m happy you’re here,” he says, his words rushed out and awkward but full of sincerity. “i’m really happy to see you here.”

your heart jumps at the sentiment, a soft blush on your cheeks that you’re somehow ignorant to on his face as well. you bite down on your lip to control your smile, giving him a small nod before offering to take the potatoes from his hands. 

when you turn to bring the bowl over to the dining room table, your back to the two giant boys watching your retreating form, you miss the way yunho’s blush becomes darker. 

you miss mingi elbowing his friend obnoxiously and mimicking his cute, flustered “i- i’m really happy to see you,” resulting in yunho elbowing his friend back roughly.

he’s able (aka cuts off, both, wooyoung and san) to secure a seat next to you at dinner a few moments later.

he tries to ignore the way your elbows bump all night, the two of you awkwardly giggling and apologizing with soft smiles before finally allowing your arms to just... touch. 

remain close to one another and find comfort in the way your skin is warm and soft on each other.

he tries to ignore the way your fingers graze as you wash the dishes and he dries them later that night, what feels like electric sparks shooting through your skin every time you touch.

“that was really good,” you tell yunho softly, your eyes observing the boys throwing left over remnants of food at each other or picking through the netflix movie selection. “you guys are good cooks.”

“like your bread wasn’t demolished in three minutes,” yunho huffs, pride and assurance in his tone that causes you to smile sheepishly; there’s a few beats of silence, embarrassed by the compliment, before he begins to speak again.

“our first thanksgiving together was also the first away from our families,” he shares quietly, ignoring the way his heart jumps as he takes a plate from you. “we didn’t know what the hell we were doing and completely fucked up the turkey.”

you let out a giggle as he recalls the disaster that was thanksgiving day two years ago, airing out the smokey apartment and waiting for their thanksgiving feat of chinese food. 

“well you guys definitely redeemed yourself, it was all very good,” you compliment proudly, a pretty smile stretched across your face. “one of my best thanksgivings.”  

“did your family not celebrate?” he asks absentmindedly, watching the way your face falls for a split second before masked by a small smile. 

“not really,” is all you share, both of you quickly pulled away by wooyoung’s incessant demands to “hurry up so we can bust out the second desserts.”

you both try to ignore the slight tension in the air as you walk back to your apartments that night, arms bumping and soft giggles echoing through the walls. 

it feels as if the night shouldn’t end yet, like you guys have been talking in this hallway for hours upon hours because neither of you wanna go inside and separate yet. 

a couple of nosy onlookers can’t help but observe the scene, your back pressed against the wall as you talk animatedly about your journey for a pet.

“i wanted a cat but i also want a dog,” you tell him, the light in your eyes as you talk about the possibility of orange tabby cats and golden retrievers. “maybe i’ll get both one day.”

yunho’s smiling down at you with such a fond softness in his eyes, like he’s hanging onto each and every word you say no matter how small or casual.

“they’ll be dating by next,” san says, bumping his arm into mingi playfully. 

“nah,” the taller boy says, knowing that while his friend definitely likes you, he’s slower and shyer when it comes to romantic feelings. “give it two months. and that’s if we’re lucky.”

you never considered yourself to be a lucky person, although luck seemed to be on your side when you found this apartment complex in the first place, so you can’t say you’ve been cursed with terrible luck. 

but it’s certainly how you feeling right now, in the dead of a january snowstorm and one of the only apartments in the complex with absolutely no power.

“it could be a problem with your breaker in particular,” the maintenance man said over the phone, “someone could come look at it tomorrow.”

but no power meant no heat despite the negative temperatures outside, all of your freshly cooked food rotting spoiled and no means of communicating with your cell phone currently on 1%. 

“tomorrow?” you squeak, understanding the horrific conditions outside are making their job difficult but also not wanting to freeze to death. “would it be possible if someone could come-”

your phone light shines on your face before it promptly fades to black and dies, the only source of illumination in your dark apartment now gone as well. 

you let out a sigh as you resist the urge to scream, attempting to move around your apartment without impaling your body parts.

you’re able to light the three wick candle on your table with little to no problems, collecting all the blankets and fuzzy socks you can find and placing them on your couch.

you have a long, cold night ahead of you with nothing to do but an attempt at rereading some old books and forcing yourself to sleep. 

but it’s then, right before you sit down, that you remember all of the food in your fridge. 

you used every last bit of your ingredients for this week’s meal prep, knowing that if you it goes bad, you’re not gonna have that much around the house until next week’s trip to the grocery store. 

you guess that’s on you, though, foolishly forgetting to not go to the food store before a massive winter storm.

you notice a faint stream of light coming from under your front door on your journey to the kitchen, lips pursing to the side before you open it up with a squeak. 

you peek over at yunho’s door besides yours to see light coming from underneath his - so he didn’t lose power it seems, the lucky bastard. 

it takes you just as long to convince yourself to go over and ask if you can store the food in his fridge as it does to pack it all up into two containers, not wanting to inconvenience yunho and his storage any further than you are by asking. 

you reluctantly knock on his door with the two containers in hand, forgetting you already have on about three layers due to your freezing apartment. 

a smile immediately lights up his face when he sees you standing outside his door, small and cute and bundled up like you’re ready to brave the snow storm outside. 

“hi, y/n,” he smiles, noticing the two containers of food in your hand. 

“hi, yunho i’m sorry for bothering you,” you begin apologetically, a slight grimace on your face as you prepare yourself to ask him for a favor.

“i lost power for the night and just meal prepped the rest of my food for the week yesterday so would you be able to keep this in your fridge for me?” you get out quickly, for some reason feeling panicked and grimy. 

“someone’s gonna come fix it tomorrow but when i tried to ask someone to come tonight, my phone died and now i just don’t want this to go to waste because i stupidly forgot to-”

“hey, hey, relax,” yunho says calmingly, his voice all kinds of sweet and soft as he takes the food from your hands immediately. “of course, y/n, no problem.”

you smile at him gratefully, slightly embarrassed by the desperation in your tone.

“thank you, i promise i’ll be back tomorrow to pick it up. i just don’t want everything rotting overnight.” 

the wind howling outside causes both your eyes to widen, a sinking suspicion coming over him after he hears the horribly stormy conditions outside.

“wait... does that mean you have no heat?”

“no, i found a lot of blankets and fuzzy socks though,” you chuckle out humorlessly, gesturing down to your ridiculously layered outfit and purple socks. “also found some candles so as long as my food is taken care of, i don’t think it’ll be that-”

“stay with me, are you crazy,” he says, his eyes looking at you in disbelief. “you can’t sit there in the dark and freezing cold all night!”

“it’s okay, yunho, really,” you quickly insist, about ready to take off and into your apartment because you know how overwhelmingly nice your neighbor is. “i just didn’t want my food for the week to go to-”

“y/n, please,” he begs, the soft, sympathetic look in his eyes tugging at your heart. “it’s too cold tonight. even with blankets, you’ll be freezing. and your phone died, that’s dangerous.”

a small, touched smile covers your face, heart warming at how kind and thoughtful this man is - how could you not have the biggest crush on him still? 

you thought after a few weeks that you’d be over it but he just makes it harder and harder the more you get to know him. 

“i don’t wanna intrude,” you weakly protest, the heat coming from his apartment far too tempting right now.

“you’re not, i’m inviting you,” he says, dragging you in by the sleeve of your sweater and leave no room for protest. 

he places the food back in your hold before his large hand rests on the open front door, peeking his head into the hallway to see your door still open.

you watch as he walks into the hallway before quickly reappearing a few seconds later, the sound of your apartment door closing echoing through the hallway. 

“don’t worry,” he hums, smiling at you as he walks back into his apartment and closes the door. “i blew out your candle.”

you let out a soft, amused giggle as you look at the boy, his sweet smile mirroring yours as he takes back the food and walks toward the fridge. 

“got any 4s?”

“go fish.”

“got any 7s?”

“go fish.”

“got any aces?”

“go fish.”

“okay, one of us has to be lying!” you squeal from the other side of the coffee table, yunho throwing his head back in laughter at your competitive, feisty side.

he couldn’t help but smile at the way your eyes lit up when you saw the pack of cards on his table, leftover from poker night with the san, mingi and wooyoung that rid him of his last $50. 

his smile only grew wider when you told him the one family tradition you had, at least before the age of ten, was to play go fish - especially on nights when the electricity was turned off, although you left that part out. 

in all your experience of playing go fish, however, you’d never seen a game go on for this long. 

“i’m not, i swear!” 

“so you’re telling me the one four i need is in that deck?” you ask, not even realizing you outed yourself until he throws you a wide-eyed, playful look. there’s a silent stare-off, able to hear a pin drop in his apartment. 

your eyes are  roaming each other carefully before down to the deck in complete ignorance of who’s turn it is to go. 

you let out a squeal when chaos erupts afterward, the two of you frantically grabbing at the cards. you make a mess over the table as everything goes flying off, a melodic giggle leaving your mouth nearly causing him to stop his futile attempts at grabbing the next card.

it should be considered unsportsmanlike, really, for you to unknowingly use your cute giggle and wide, happy eyes against him. 

you just get even happier when you grab at the desired card, flipping it over and letting out a squeal when you’re lucky enough to flip over the last remaining four in the deck.

“i got it!” you squeal happily, yunho at a terrible loss as he sees all your matches lined up in front of you. he can’t even be sad about it though, accepting defeat as he throws down his cards. 

“that was probably the longest game of go fish ever,” he says, stretching out his long arms; you guys had played several rounds but that one had to have lasted over forty five minutes.

probably because you two kept getting distracted, babbling about stories of friends and family or the real pet fish yunho won at a fair that lived for three and a half years. 

“i know right,” you giggle, picking up the cards from the floor as you start to tidy up his house. you ignore his pleas to leave it alone and let him clean up instead, your head shaking as you continue to clean the mess you helped make.

you hand him the deck a card a few moments later, your fingers grazing as he takes them from his hand. 

“thanks,” he smiles at you, his eyes roaming your slightly flushed face. 

he’s never had you in his apartment for longer than ten minutes, never had you so close to him with your bright smile and cute giggle. it’s proving to be very trying for him already, trying to keep you entertained and himself distracted so he doesn’t do something, or say something, he regrets. 

a silence hangs in the air as you look up at from your spot on the couch, about to make a comment about something, anything, when your stomach decides to do it for you in the form of a growl.

it’s embarrassing and makes an awkward giggle leave your mouth, a handsome smirk crossing his face as his eyebrow quirks up playfully.

“hungry?”

“just for a snack,” you mumble shyly, in disbelief you’re still hungry after your left over pizza. “i ate about four slices of pizza before.”

he lets out a low chuckle as he rises to his feet, sock-covered feet padding over to see kitchen where he holds up a big tub of chocolate chip cookie dough. 

“wanna make cookies? i was prepared for the storm tonight, unlike some of us.”

you’re so excited at the prospect of making cookies that you ignore his snide, teasing comment, letting out a happy gasp as you rush over to him. 

the two of you stand side-by-side as you prep the oven and cookies, rolling the cold dough between your hands. he makes the cookies a lot bigger than yours, an obvious difference in who made which ones on the baking sheet.

“they kind of look like us,” he remarks playfully, a loud giggle leaving your mouth as you poke his arm.

you two linger in the kitchen once the cookies are in the oven, sharing shy smiles and softly spoken words with the scent of chocolate and warmth in the air. 

you thank him again for allowing you to stay in his warm house for the night, grateful for his ample food and running refrigerator. 

“it’s kind of crazy since we’re literal neighbors,” you speak aloud, your hip leant against the cabinets. “i didn’t even know that could happen.”

“i know, right,” he chuckles, his smile and eyes getting softer as he looks down at you. “but i’m happy you decided to stay. i wouldn’t want you there alone in the dark and cold.”

and perhaps that’s the bare minimum. that someone wouldn’t want their neighbor, someone considered an acquaintance or even a friend, to be without heat or food in a snowstorm. 

but to you, it’s something you’ve never had before. 

you’d spent far too many nights cold and hungry where nobody cared if that was the case. it’s why you so often escaped to the rooftop, away from the loud voices and looming presences that made living there just a little too difficult.  

it’s why you blurt out, “why?” not meaning to sound as brash and sudden as you do but it’s just something that gets to you sometimes. how kind and thoughtful and genuinely good jeong yunho is.

his eyebrows pull together but he’s still wearing a soft smile, his body inching just a little bit closer to you.

“what do you mean why?” he questions, cocking his head to the side like a confused puppy. “why didn’t i let you freeze to death?”

he tries to keep his tone light and teasing but feels like it falls flat when you give him a sad smile. he thinks it would’ve fooled anyone else, a person who basically hadn’t fallen in love with your smile in five months, but it doesn’t fool him. 

he doesn’t know what or why something is bothering you, how your mood seemed to change after his reassurance, but he just wants to make sure, above all, that you’re okay and comfortable. 

he doesn’t realize how close his body is to yours until you’re looking up at him, your head just meeting the top of his chest in a way that makes him wanna protect you even more. 

his eyes roam every part of your face, wondering just how warm your skin is or if your hair is as soft as it looks. 

this would probably be the perfect time to confess his feelings to you. 

to tell you that he wanted you over tonight because he likes you. that he’s really, really come to like you over these past few months of getting to know you and he wants to know you more.

he wants to take you on a date and show you off to the world and maybe one day, if things go well, introduce you as his neighbor turned girlfriend.

he wants to make sure you’re never cold or alone in your apartment again, that you know you could always come to him for anything whether it be reassurance or an egg for pumpkin bread. 

but instead, he gives a slightly less intense, cheesy version. for now.

“you’re my favorite neighbor,” he begins quietly, not quite the confession he wants to make right now but the one he settles on. there’s an aroma of cookies and heat around you as you stare up at him, eyes so wide and curious, he has to swallow down a second rushed out, bumbling confession. 

“i didn’t want anything happening to you, especially when i’m right here to make sure you’re safe.”

safety is always what you craved. safety and security and warmth, even if just for a fleeting moment. 

and your fleeting moment proved to be tonight. 

the ding of the oven as you both got the cookies out silently, pulled from a moment you both felt forming but was quickly pulled away from. you ate the gooey chocolate with quiet hums of “mmms,” and “ahhs,” softly padding your way over to his couch when he suggested watching a movie. 

he sat on one end and you sat on the other, before your bodies eventually inched closer and closer to share a light blue throw blanket in the middle of the movie. 

“this is really nice,” you comment as you touched the fabric, observing the intricate stitching on the soft blanket. 

“yeah? my mom made it for me actually,” he tells you, watching closely as you play with the blanket between your fingers. he wants to reach out and just hold your hand, feel your smaller one in his and see just how much they fit. 

“when i first moved out, she was slightly distraught,” he chuckles out, remembering the dramatics that were his mom’s tears and demands to visit once a week. “i was the first one to move out and she didn’t know what to make of it. i swear she brought me over food every day for the first six months.”

your heart feels heavy as you hear him talk, not only because of the fond moments between parent and child but because of the love in his eyes as he talks about it. 

how, even though he’s complaining about it, it’s obvious there’s a love and affection there that you, yourself, could never understand or reciprocate in your own life. 

“that’s really sweet,” you comment, his gaze catching that sad smile once again.

it causes his heart to drop, a slight sinking feeling in his stomach as he tries to understand what made you that way. are you uncomfortable here with him, just a few inches away from each other under the shared blanket?

or is it something more, the topic of conversation regarding parents and living alone and all things deeper and more personal. 

“me and my parents were never really closed,” you find yourself saying. 

you don’t even mean to blurt out the words but it’s like one second it’s silent and then the next, it’s not. 

the next you’re telling him about how you couldn’t wait to get out. how fighting and loneliness and the cold was a big part of your life growing up, how you got so used to it, it’s taken you a while to adjust to a normal life.

you’re still trying to adjust to a normal life, honestly. 

“i don’t know why i just told you all of that,” you confess awkwardly, the blush on your cheeks causing his heart to soar in chest - he likes you, he really really likes you and now he won’t ever be able to let go of these feelings. 

“but... i just wanna thank you,” you tell him, embarrassed that you somehow managed to make the conversation and vibe like this. “you and san and wooyoung and mingi made the adjustment a lot easier for me. but you, especially.”

“oh? with all my eggs and sugar?”

you let out a soft giggle as some of your anxiety eases, your eyes flicking toward his to see, despite his teasing, his eyes are 100% serious and locked on you. 

“yes, definitely that,” you smile, biting down on your lip as you look back down on the blanket. 

“but amongst other things too. it was funny meeting you on the rooftop, actually, because that’s always where i felt most comfortable. i’d always escape there but i’d be alone. it was nice... it’s been nice having someone, i guess.”

it feels like you could just about die from embarrassment, oversharing with the most handsome man you’ve developed a massive crush on about your tragic tales of a broken home and pretentious love for the roof. 

but then he inches just a bit closer to you, placing his hand atop yours on his mother’s soft blanket, and just smiles at you. everything about him warm and soft and sweet, making you feel the safest and coziest you’ve ever felt in your life. 

“if you’ll keep allowing me up there, i promise i’ll come every time,” he promises softly, the pounding in your chest and butterflies in your stomach overwhelming you to the severest degree.

your cheeks are burning and you’re positive he can feel the frantic beating in your chest but you try to keep it together. smile at him with a a breathy little giggle, tell him that while you love that he’s asking, you have no control over who does and doesn’t go on the roof. 

he lets out a soft chuckle as he pinches your arm gently, the hand on your arm slowly falling down until your fingers are just grazing. 

closer and closer and closer until they’re locked around one another, both of you eternally grateful for the lights being off because of the burning on your cheeks.

he wakes up around 2 a.m. to the bright tv blasting, a heavy ache in his bladder and your head on his shoulder. 

it takes him a moment to remember where he is and what’s going on around him, the events of the night quickly swarming back when he peeks down at your sleeping face.

you look so peaceful and at ease in your sleep, eyelashes brushing against your cheeks and your lips pressed into a firm line. 

he wanted to kiss you for half the night, every time you giggled or moved closer to him or asked him a question about the movie getting distracted by your lips or pink cheeks.

he felt an immense amount of happiness at the fact you allowed yourself to be vulnerable with him, that you were still here beside him and so comfortably sleeping against him. 

told him things about your life and family that make him wanna be there for you even more now.

he doesn’t wanna move, he doesn’t think even the snowstorm crashing through his apartment could get him to tear himself away from you, but the embarrassment of pissing his pants right beside you on this couch outweighs everything.

his eyes roam your pretty, peaceful face on more time, moving a stray piece of hair with his long fingers and watching as you stir. press yourself further into his hand and let out the quietest of groans, he has to stop himself from proclaiming his undying love for you on the spot. 

it only gets worse when he remembers he gave you his clothes to wear. noticing just before the movie ended, you were picking at your leggings that stuck to your skin uncomfortably. 

“do you want a change of clothes?” he had asked, noticing your discomfort and only wanting a little bit to see how much his shirts engulfed you. “i have sweatpants and a clean t-shirt sitting in my dryer right now.”

you took up his offer for two reasons: your leggings were sticking to your ass and there was nothing you wanted more than to wear this man’s clothes. feel the soft material on your skin and have his manly, teakwood scent surround your very being.

but right now, as he stares down at you and attempts to keep you as comfortable as possible, it feels as if this might’ve been too much for him. 

seeing you wrapped up in his clothes and on his couch so comfortably, moving your smaller body so you’re laid out on the cushions and resting your head on the pillow.

your eyes pop open, confused and in a daze, as you look around at the unfamiliar surroundings and sound of movement. you smile softly when you see yunho’s sleepy, pink face at face-level with you, his large body knelt down beside you on the couch.

“sorry for waking you,” he whispered into the dark, the tv and snow reflecting outside the only source of light. “i had to pee and wanted to make you comfortable.”

“it’s okay, thank you,” you mumble, stretching out your arms when you realize the sleeves are well past your hands. “forgot i changed into your clothes.”

“yeah,” he chuckles lightly, not being able to help the way his eyes roam over you. 

even sleepy in the dark and the daze that you’re in, you’re able to see the slightest bit of hunger in his eyes. the way they trail over your body slowly and surely, taking in the way his shirt engulfs your figure and looks against your skin. 

how if you stood up, he’d see the way the pants are baggy and making your smaller figure looking even more short and petite and cute.

it makes your stomach flip and swoop uncontrollably, your own eyes staring at his lips and picturing what they’d feel like on yours. 

“i hope that’s okay. they’re a little big on you.”

you let out a soft, quiet giggle, adjusting your head on the pillow so you’re staring up at him even closer. 

“it’s okay,” you assure, tongue peeking out to lick at your dry, hopefully not crusty lips. “i like it. i like them.”

it takes everything in him not to let out some sort of growl, throw all of his sweet and nice boy caution to the wind and confess to you how much he likes them too. 

how much he likes seeing you in them and how much more (or less) he wants to see you in them. 

but because the time isn’t right, because he knows for sure the time isn’t right and he wants something a lot more pure and honest with you, he doesn’t say anything. 

he wishes you a goodnight after a nearly ten-minute bickering fest back and forth, yunho offering you his bed three times before you eventually flipped over and put your back to him.

he let out a deep chuckle as he ran his hand through your hair instinctively, smoothing out the parts that stuck up in your sleep, before bidding you one final goodnight. 

it was around 10:00 when he woke to the smell of bacon, eggs and pumpkin bread. walking out of his bedroom to see you there still clad in his clothes and your hair in a messy bun. 

you jumped when you noticed his presence perched against the doorframe, a wide smile on his face when you let out the softest but harshest of curses. 

“what’s all this?” 

“i made you breakfast. and your very own loaf of pumpkin bread.”

a soft smile covers his face when instead of looking over the food that looks and smells delicious, he looks at you. standing there smiley and sweet, in clothes that morph your body and make you smell like him. 

he feels grateful for the extra bit of counter space he has when he places a hand on your waist, lifting you off your feet with ease and plopping you right down on the granite. 

your eyes are wide and your heart is racing but you’re staring right at him, happiness and excitement swelling in your chest when you catch the look in his eyes - you thought you made it up last night in a dream-like daze but you’re still seeing it right now.

a certain kind of softness mixed with desire and fondness, the way his eyes take in every part of your face before finally landing on your lips. the very same way you dreamed of him last night, with his lips against yours and a sweet smile on his face.

“thank you, neighbor,” he mumbles with a smile, voice low and deep and making your stomach swoop dangerously. “did i mention you were my favorite?”

“you might’ve,” you respond breathlessly, all too aware of the way he’s leaning in closer and closer until you’re pushed flush against the cabinets. 

his large body is covering yours but he doesn’t make any moves until you do, your bodies naturally drifting closer and closer together until, finally, you’re the one to do it.

press your lips against his so so hesitantly, scared and unfamiliar about making the first move but wanting him to know you wanted to kiss him - you needed to kiss him, or you would’ve gone crazy.

he smiles against your lips as he deepens the kiss, keeping you perched right on the counter as his hands rest on the sides of your legs. he doesn’t make any moves to touch you further or deepen the kiss, allowing it to be sweet and soft and as chaste as could be. 

you both pull back and stare at each other with soft smiles and pink cheeks, silence lingering between the both of you before you let out soft chuckles at the same time.

“do you kiss all your neighbors?” you finally ask, fighting the smirk threatening to make it’s way on your face. “or just your favorite ones?”

“just one,” he says, tapping the tip of your nose gently and feeling his heart jump when you smile widely at him. “just you.”

it’s 2:00 on the snowy rooftop and bright summer sun when you hear the heavy metal door squeak open, turning around to see your handsome, smiley neighbor coming toward you with two mugs of hot chocolate in hand. 

you take it from him with a soft “thank you,” pressing up on your toes to peck a sweet, soft kiss to his cheek. 

it was only fitting that you had your first date where you two first met, shy smiles and nervous jitters turned soft pecks and loud giggles as you got to know the sweet, handsome neighbor you just knew you were gonna fall for.  

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