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piratefishmama · 9 months

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Finders Givers | Part 1

“—But maybe someday when my ship comes iiiin~ She’ll understand what kinda guy I’ve been, an then I’ll win”

“Chrriiiisss!!” Eddie whined as he tossed himself onto his front, burrowing his head under the pillow

“And when she’s waaalkin, she’s loookin, so FI-I-IIIINE!!”

“CHRIS!!” It was no use, she couldn’t hear him. Too busy belting out Billy Joel in their little kitchenette at… he shoved his pillow aside, realising it was a fruitless endeavour to try and block out the dying cat that was his roommate.

They’d gotten in at just gone two in the morning after blowing the very last of their ‘rainy day’ fund on ten for two dollar shots at a local student haunt, and now it was… ten in the morning, they didn’t have jobs left to get ready for, he still hadn't been able to find his wallet anywhere.

And Chrissy was. Singing.

As if they didn’t have to start job hunting again or risk the fury that was their greasy landlord and his mission to extort them of all their hard earned money. They’d be out on their asses by months end if they didn’t find something soon and the band wasn’t raking in as much cash as he’d have liked for it to be raking in.

Last he heard some big shot was looking to buy the Hideout too, probably shut them down for good. That’d be just their luck.

“An when she’s TAAALKIN she’ll say that she’s MI-I-IIINEE!” He threw his covers off, accepting defeat. At least it smelled like eggs and bacon, so she was clearly cooking the last of their breakfast foods.

Chrissy was of course in her sleep shirt, legs bare, with naught but slipper socks to keep her toes cosy on the tile floors of their kitchenette, swaying to the vinyl player belting out Billy Joel by the open window. Many a man’s fantasy come true, Chrissy was a vision while lost in her favourite music, but to him, Eddie Munson resident flaming homosexual, okay she was still beautiful he had eyes, but those leggy legs and swaying hips didn’t do it for him, thanks. “CHRISS!!”

And she jumped, barely managing to save the bacon from winding up as a sacrifice to the dastardly floor gods. Whipping around to face him, she graced him with the signature Chrissy ‘sunshine smile’ which… didn’t track for the killer hangover she ought to have had given she had three rounds of those shots all in that tiny-ass body of hers.

“Eddieee!!”

“Chrisssyyyy, what’cha doin, Chriss?”

“Breakfast! And Billy Joel!”

“I see that, at… ten in the morning, after student night!” They weren’t students, Chriss could pass for one though “Whaaat’s going on?”

“Letter! The letter, on the top there, read it!” And she was turning her back again hips swaying, moving the foods over to two plates, the only two they currently had clean, oof, it was his turn on dishes, damn what he wouldn’t give for a dishwasher.

Curiosity piqued, he crossed the short distance (it wasn’t a large apartment) and plucked up the neatly tri-folded piece of paper, letterheaded with a real fancy SH logo, a business address and corporate phone number, the letter reading,

“Dear Tenant” he didn’t do inner voices, he had to read it out loud “This is to inform you that as of the week commencing June 12th the building will be under… under new… new ownership?!” He looked up, eyes wide with alarm.

“Keep reading!!” She prompted as if predicting his alarm, she wasn’t even looking at him, clearly jazzed about something, new ownership? The building had been sold from under them and she was happy? He looked back at the paper.

“At this time, we will be… suspending… suspending?” She nodded, turning with two plates in her hand to their tiny little table that Wayne had donated when they moved in “suspending your required rent payments as we… look toward renovating the building and all apartments within.”

“Keep reading, there’s more!” He sat down at his usual chair, paper held in both hands, eyes fixed to the print as he read.

“Any rent arrears accrued in the duration of the building renovations will be… hold up—”

“Yep.”

“You’re joking.”

“Nope, not joking, it’s official I called them this morning, took me ages to get through to someone but it’s legit, Eddie.”

“But—but shit like this—this doesn’t happen Chriss, and you know what the Police said that one time you got scammed, right? If it seems too good—” he was still looking at that word, that one little word that made all the difference.

“Then it’s probably too good to be true! I know, I know, but I got the confirmation from their office, I GOOGLED the number too, I didn’t just call the one on the letter cause I know scams can get’cha that way.” Although what kind of scam it could be was baffling as it wasn’t asking for money it was saying they wouldn’t be asking for money for a while “sobered my ass right up let me tell you, best hangover cure in the world, and Mrs Jablonski next door got one too! And Dottie across the hall, I’m pretty sure I heard upstairs yelling earlier, an I mean like happy yelling, not yelling yelling like usual. Cheering! I think it’s legit, Eddie…”

“So… we just… we don’t have to pay rent, at all… for however the fuck long these renovations take to happen? Do we have an expected completion date to these renovations? Or start date?”

“Nope, just a from week commencing, the lady on the phone had no idea about them but she got the confirmation from ‘upstairs’ and just said there’d be more information sent to us eventually and not to worry about it.”

“Not to worry—not to worry about it?” He wanted to worry about it, every fibre of his being demanded he worry about it. Not that they could even pay rent if it was asked for, they had no money and no jobs after he’d decked their line manager for calling Chrissy fat, she was not fat, and she’d only just stopped staring at herself in the mirror as if every inch of her was wrong. She’d passed the month mark since she‘d last forced herself to throw up. She was finally getting some plump back into her cheeks.

She was on the mend. She was recovering. And he’d just—Eddie had seen red. He just wished he’d have been wearing his rings at the time.

“You can call them if you want!” She spoke around a mouthful of sunny side up eggs. “I think whatever it was, was a really random decision high up, like… it wasn’t something decided upon by a board of directors or anything because she took a while to get confirmation about it, but—but I dunno Eddie, maybe… maybe things can be good for a while.” They wouldn’t have to panic about getting jobs.

Wouldn’t have to deal with grease trap Carl the guy who collected their rent every month who seemed to just… always be greasy. Hands, hair, face, clothes. Who’d look at Chrissy like she was a piece of meat, or make disgusting comments about how lucky Eddie was to live with her, while she was stood right there holding Eddie’s arm back stopping him from launching at the guy.

Wayne had offered to run the guy over one time “Would be a one an done, son, would catch him at just the right time as he left the place an be gone just as fast, wouldn’t even know I was there.” Like a grade A parent, with all the gold stars available at the local craft store. But Eddie could deal with Carl.

They wouldn’t have to anymore though. If this was legit, it meant Carl was gone. No more Carl.

“…Screw calling them, I think we should go down there and see what’s up.”

“M’kay, but eat your damn breakfast that’s the last of the maple bacon an you got the bigger piece.” If he immediately traded the bigger piece on his plate for the smaller one on hers, well… she only smiled over it, she liked the maple kind more than him anyway.

Or so he'd told her.

Part 3

#PirateWrites #FindersGiversFiclet #Steddie #Mob Boss Steve Harrington #No Upside Down AU #Shady!Steve #CW: Lighthearted stalker vibes #Robin gonna judge Steve /SO/ hard.#cw: mentions of past eating disorder

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callmewrinkles3 · 11 months

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Sandwiches

Summary: Dan’s delayed coming home from winter testing. Emmy’s in bed. Fluff.

March 2019

The flight from Barcelona to London wasn’t long, but Dan was exhausted. Two weeks of winter testing meant his brain was mush in a good way. The car felt good. Not great, but he was comfortable. He could work with comfortable. But then there was a delay so they were diverted to Gatwick and it was a pain getting through. But finally after far too long he was getting his bag and getting into the taxi with Blake.

Emmy hadn’t replied to his landed text so hopefully she was actually asleep for once. She never really slept when he was driving, even in testing when it was safe. But then they were in the taxi and he put his phone away so he didn’t smile stupidly at it and give everything away. Having his manager and one of his best mates living next door to his girl was awkward for so many reasons. Especially this one.

“Talk to you tomorrow, Mate? Well, today?” Blake asked and Dan shook his head.

“Day off? Weekend off, fuck it. When’s the next thing I actually have to do? Sim work, right?”

“Sim on Monday yeah.”

“Fuck it. We’re off this weekend. I’m gonna spend it sleeping and stretching.”

“See ya.”

The driver pulled back onto the road until Dan got him to stop beside the 24 hour shop. “Just here, thanks.”

“I thought you were out further?”

“My girl’s in his building and we’re keeping it quiet for now. We’re all friends.”

“Good luck.”

It was a ten minute wait to make sure Blake was actually in his place before Dan started the minute walk down the street. He spent the time productively and picked up a bouquet of flowers for Em. They’d very carefully ignored Valentines Day, unwilling to have that conversation and let his heart be broken if she didn’t feel the same way he did. So instead it was purple and yellow tulips that he had in his hand while he climbed the three sets of stairs to get to the tiny attic apartments.

Opening the front door by pushing in the one spot guaranteed not to squeak, the first thing he noticed was the chill in the air. A quick glance at the crap storage heaters showed they were supposed to be on, but there was no heat emitting from them. Fucking landlord too cheap to fix it even when Dan had called multiple times after Em had. She’d repeated the story about how the handyman taught her how to use the heaters instead of checking them one too many times, her “I was using them in uni halls and I was warmer then, Danny!” filling the air.

Sitting in the middle of the table was a beeswax wrap covered plate and a bottle of water. Pulling the wrap off he discovered the BLT sitting there on crusty bread. His girl always left him something if she was going to bed, crisp bacon and tomatoes that were well insulated to stop the bread going soggy making him so happy. This was home. The way no matter what was going on Em made sure to have a sandwich waiting for him to get back to her if he was due in at night. For the first time in too long there was someone who cared about him just because she liked him and that was magical.

He finished eating and took a swallow from the bottle before capping it and wrapping his arms around himself to keep the heat. It was quick to brush his teeth and run a cloth over his face to get the worst of the travel grime off. But finally he pushed open the bedroom door to see the best thing. His Emmy was curled up on the side of the bed he usually slept on, a black and yellow hoodie on to keep her warm in the March chill. Her arms were wrapped around the Jigglypuff plushie he’d bought for her in Japan the year before and she was so peaceful it nearly hurt him to have to get her to move. He pulled his clothes off quickly and pushed the starry night duvet out of the way so he could slip into the bed.

“I’m back, Emmy. It’s just me,” he murmured as her eyes opened and a grin spread across her sleepy face.

“Missed you.”

“Missed you too.” He kissed the top of her head as she curled up against his chest and tried to get comfy again. A moment later he felt her shuffle and watched as her hands moved her hoodie up.

“What’s up?”

“Wanna feel your skin. Know it’s you. I-“ She was cut off by a yawn. “The hoodie made me think you were Jigglypuff but I’m too sleepy.”

“I’ve got you. Hands up for a minute.” It took less than a minute for him to pull her hoodie off and throw it across the room, leaving her bare skin pushed against his as they curled under the blankets and got warm again.

“Nigh-night Danny. Tell me about testing tomorrow. We’ve got time.” Dan watched Em’s eyes close as she curled in tighter, their legs tangling together. They were flying to Australia in a couple of days to spend time in Perth before Melbourne and he couldn’t wait. It was two and a bit weeks that he got to spend almost entirely with Em curled up beside him with his family there. In the quiet of the night he could admit it to himself. He couldn’t wait to spend time at his home race with the woman he was in love with.

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hwaightme · 1 year

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Feels Like Home (part 1)

(part 2)

pairing: seonghwa x fem!reader genre: fluff, slight angst, doctor!seonghwa, graphic designer!reader, slice of life summary: What is home? Perplexed by this notion, you spent many years looking for your own answer, moving and running from your past. Your new neighbour, Park Seonghwa, might just be the key to discovery. wordcount: 5.7k warnings: language, mentions of food, mentions of the pandemic, anxiety, mention of past abusive relationships a/n: thank you all so much for the love <3 beyond grateful for you, and am inspired by you! Here is a work on the longer side, so I will be splitting it into two parts, stay tuned~

You lucked out. After having spent over two years migrating from one disastrous excuse for an apartment, to another, you finally felt like you could relax. No more leaks, no more creepy crawlies threatening to fall right on your face in the middle of the night… you shuddered at the memory; no more landlords that enjoyed screaming down the phone at you… you could finally achieve your domestic dreams and lounge at home to your heart’s content.

The apartment itself was on the more ‘compact’ side, located on the ninth floor of a complex in a quiet residential area. The living room, dining room and kitchen were combined, but not overwhelmingly so – everything still had its own area, and in no time did you set up your rather wild collection of plans by the sliding windows. Since the building was fairly new, you did not need to invest much in any repainting or cleaning of the apartment, and by the grace of the landlady who took a liking to you, the deposit was equally reasonable. It was almost worth it going through all the terrors after university, just to appreciate this place.

This was the place that made you understand why some people never wanted to leave their house or area – to be frank, you were turning into one of them. Only leaving on the days you had to, your hybrid work as a graphic and brand designer was becoming better and better, and finally you managed to get rid of the nickname your colleagues gave to you: “true businessman”. Your old place had gotten you used to spending some nights in the office common room, just to avoid the seedy neighbourhood, cracking walls and windows that were threatening to fall out at any second.

Really, it was heaven and earth. What was another very welcome change was the difference in neighbours. Whilst before there was that one elderly couple down the street that ran a tteokbokki stall, sure, they couldn’t exactly make you feel continuously welcome and safe, not when you quite literally had a loan shark knock on your door that one time, and then go “oops sorry wrong address, keep your money in a bank, kid”. Since that day you became the most loyal out of your friends to filling out taxes and budgeting.

In this apartment complex, there was the receptionist downstairs who, without fail, would give you the most reassuring nod humanly possible and then with a rough clearing of the throat, would go back to solving puzzles in the newspaper he subscribed to. There also was the family of four, man and wife and their boy and girl, who lived right down the corridor from you (and who you did hear on occasion, but this was nothing) – total sweethearts, the types of neighbours who left you alone, but in a good mood. And of course, him.

Park Seonghwa.

Lived two doors away and across the corridor from you. Worked as a junior resident at a hospital. A dream of a man. You two clicked instantly; maybe it was the circumstances of your first meeting that did it. You, in an oversized puffer coat, scarf wrapped up to your very eyes and a hat completing your disguise, only the crinkling of the plastic bag in your hands revealing why you were out and about at two thirty-five in the morning. Him, eyes slightly bloodshot, beanie tugged off to reveal a mop of black hair, and what looked to be a while lab coat protruding from layers of rained-on outerwear. Needless to say, both of you made quite a fascinating impression.

“So, what did you cook up in the labs this time of night, good sir?” you tried, too sleep-deprived to not fulfil your need for entertainment.

“Probably something that you were buying, good madam.” Seonghwa shot back at the speed of light, spinning on his heels to face you. You had stopped him right when he was about to unlock his front door. You noted the smirk that was appearing on his lips, and at that moment you decided that he was your type of man.

In your full incognito Mr. Stay-Puft glory you sashayed over to your neighbour, reaching into the bag and taking out a tightly packed cylinder.

“No wonder kimbap is so addictive.”

“Oh no! Not the ultra-classified prototype! Society is in danger!” raising his hands up, acting every part the diva in a low-budget, trashy horror flick, Seonghwa began to charm his way into your heart. So you did what no introvert had ever done before and, upon loosening your scarf slightly, took the risk and… introduced yourself.

“L/N Y/N. Your neighbour from… that door over there. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” You bowed your head, momentarily concealing your shy smile.

“Park Seonghwa. The neighbour you just intercepted, and the pleasure is all mine.”

That night you had also made the gutsy move to offer to snack on the kimbap together, which led to the pair of you having one philosophical discussion after another all through the night, ranging from the basics like ‘how come we did not talk a single time until now’ to the more insightful ‘what hope of yours would you want to reignite’ to the showstopper ‘why was there sound in the Star Wars intergalactic battles’. Probably the last one could be considered your first argument, but you were adults who knew how to communicate over even the most critical matters.

Steadily, you and Seonghwa became practically inseparable and were orbiting around one another even if outside of the complex. Your work schedules somehow complemented one another, and where he had to work night shifts or catastrophically long hours, you would be ready with a comforting meal and a completed chore or two – otherwise mundane and tiring but seeing a grown man giggle because he heard you took the trash out was beyond and became your choice of entertainment. Likewise, if you had project deadlines or particularly stressful client negotiations, Seonghwa would be right at your door, ready to take care of, quite literally, anything you would point at. Not that your friend from college would ever find out, but he was the one texting her back about what laundry detergent she should buy.

As time went on, you also got to see each other at your worst and lowest. His transition into being a full-time medical doctor was met with crash courses in intense epidemiology and volumes of patients unprecedented to him. Returning home after days of barely sitting down and intermittently losing consciousness for minutes of sleep had become a horrendous routine at a certain point. Seonghwa had crashed just about anywhere one could think of. His apartment, yours, even the corridor. And every time, your heart broke just a little, and you would climb close, flinging his arm around your neck and shoulder, and be his guide to a haven.

Though you would never understand the exact pain he felt, nor what he had to see out there and what choices he was forced to make, you tried your best to support Seonghwa how you could. Need more personal protective equipment? You were on it. Need hand sanitiser and antibacterial surface cleaner? Done and stocked up. Need to sit on the floor in silence for an hour and wait until the cacophony of the day stopped echoing in the mind? You were always ready.

It was the night of the 3rd of April, yet Seonghwa did not feel even a little bit happier, nor smarter, nor like he had the right to celebrate. For the most part, he had suppressed the fact that it was his birthday, instead pouring himself out at work until he could barely stand. At that point, like an automaton he followed the command of the doctor on call and trudged home, to the complex. He fell asleep twice on the metro, nearly missing his stop, and could barely walk up the tiny hill that now seemed to be a mountain.

He was fed up. Everything was too much. His own body was an unbearable load he had to carry. How did he fall victim to the illusion that the life of a doctor was one where he would feel gratitude and honour? The longer Seonghwa studied and worked, the more confident he became that no one ever said thank you to a medical professional. No, only blamed them. Blamed them for mistakes they did not make. Blamed them for the risks they did not take. Blamed them for when they tried their hardest, but that still was not enough.

Seonghwa thought of his family. How proud they were when he left his hometown to pursue his dreams at a prestigious university in Seoul. It used to bring him joy to think that the next time he would return for the holidays, his parents would show him off to anyone they could, and his brother would give him a congratulatory pat on the back and share the words ‘I knew you could do it, little bro’. He desperately wanted to return to the time when he still knew little about the field, so that it would not yet be tainted by the true colours of the world.

The wind was unusually cold for April, as though the winter had decided to return for a spring break. The young, fatigued man was fighting a losing battle against the gusts which did little to prevent tears from welling up. Not much longer now. One foot in front of the other. He was attempting to encourage himself to get across the little square in front of his building. In a confused panic when he almost lost his footing because of a hidden rock on the path, he raised his head, pleading for something better than this. Searching for a light.

There it was. A warm hue. Cheerful rays housed in four walls, hinting at a life behind the curtains. The sun that set only when you decided. The windows of your apartment, facing the square. He could imagine you swaying to whatever new release you had discovered, humming along to mask that you did not know the lyrics, cooking away. That was his guiding star.

In brighter spirits, Seonghwa managed to make his way to the ninth floor, where he was promptly greeted by your front door opening, and you in an oversized hoodie inviting him over for dinner once he was done with his second de-scrub and cleaning. Relief washed over him. After you had officially met and cemented yourselves as more than just neighbours, you had been nothing but kind and understanding of him. His work-induced lifestyle did not matter much to you, and you had not commented a single time that he should ‘change his ways’ or ‘go into a different field of medicine’. Over dinner at a local restaurant Seonghwa had explained to you his dreams of being a neurosurgeon, and you had merely lit up in admiration and commended him for his determination and strength.

This evening, too, you were right there for him. Once he had cleaned himself up and was at your door, he was greeted by an array of dishes that you had painstakingly been preparing for a few hours. From the traditional miyeok-guk to pajeon, you had done everything in your power to celebrate Seonghwa, even if it was just for a little, until midnight. That was when the swelling of his heart became too much, and he collapsed onto one of the dining chairs, head in his hands. The tears that had been on the verge of falling for the hours he was working were finally set free, and he could not help but want to hide.

You were taken aback. Never before had you brought anyone to tears. Especially for doing something that you would consider nice. But your intuition told you that there was something more to this, you were not one to judge. Seonghwa had been under pressure for an astonishingly long time, and his ability to still function blew you away. You did not know his whole story, but you wanted to ensure that he could get the happy ending he wanted.

Silently you poured the fragrant seaweed soup that you made, trying to follow a variation created by a cook from South Gyeongsang province, and set the bowl in front of him. You sat down across from the birthday boy. When he failed to move, you nudged his elbow with a plate of danmuji you had bought. When he finally looked up at you, eyes watery and red, you mustered your brightest grin and whispered:

“Don’t over-salt the food, Seonghwa, I want you to try it as is.” Hearing his chuckle was music to your ears. You reached over to pass him his cutlery, and before moving away, softly squeezed his forearm in reassurance. The gesture was meant to be brief and non-invasive, but Seonghwa had other plans and wrapped his fingers around your forearm, letting time stand still. He was aware that you were in a relationship with some good-for-nothing, so did not overstep any boundaries (though his body was screaming at him to act), but the touch had triggered a shutdown of his rumination. Right there and then, he was home.

“Thank you, Y/N.” He released you, only to pick up the spoon you provided and dig into the soup.

“You are very welcome, Seonghwa. Happy birthday.”

Not long after that, about a year and a half of you knowing one another, your neighbour turned closest friend had comforted you through loss of love; something you had initially attempted to hide, seeing as the loss Seonghwa had to witness day in day out was gut-wrenching on a different level, but he wanted to hear none of it. That same moment that he had managed to pry out of you the reason for your melancholy, he called into work claiming an emergency day off. He had stormed into your apartment with a mission to make you smile at least once, or at least to make you feel lighter – he did not have to try too hard, you had to admit. Part of you was certain that it was exactly because you had Seonghwa you could walk out of your ex-boyfriend’s apartment with a smile on your face.

The waves of bitter regret had hit you only after you came home. Replaying every scene in your head, you never thought yourself to be the one who would, one, be able to put up with someone, in retrospect, so judgemental for a total of three years, and two, be the one who was cheated on and then cussed out. The magical world of the new apartment complex you lived was shuddering under the heaviness of your dark mood.

The few weeks before Seonghwa had fully committed to treatment had passed agonisingly slow, with you hurling your phone across the living room in an attempt to silence the spam from your ex and existing on mere inertia. Getting up because you had to. Breathing out of habit. You had been struggling to keep your focus during meetings and had notified your team that you were to be exclusively online for the next couple of weeks due to being under the weather. By grace, your boss was more than understanding. And that was when you stopped being bothered to draw your curtains or to take care of yourself. Your ecosystem rapidly decreased in size until it was mashed into your apartment. Seonghwa was the one to see the signs. You were convinced that it was because he was a doctor and thus had a sixth sense, but he did not dare explain why he was acting the way he was. At least it was not the right time.

You healed fast. And got back into the pleasant lifestyle of amiable banter and housekeeping with Seonghwa. However, a few things had definitely changed since overcoming the various plot twists life had thrown at you. Probably one of the most obvious ones was that neither of you were hesitant to share stories about one another to your respective circles. Moreover, both of you would chat away even when unprompted, which had earned you a few sighs already. To express gratitude and satisfy your curiosity for where Seonghwa worked, you surprised him by bringing him a boxed lunch he had been raving about. This had set off a couple of rumours about you, though they were dispelled very quickly by your neighbour’s squadron of ambitious, wild, and hilarious doctors. They were quick to state that you had ‘old married couple energy’ and were asking if you could adopt them so they could get good treatment too. While you were laughing, you failed to notice the proud and warm grin that danced on Seonghwa’s lips and made his dark eyes gleam.

This was your shared rhythm. Your shared feeling of home.

☼☼☼☼☼

“Hey, do you need me to pick anything up on the way home?” your neighbour asked, his voice turning static for a split second as you switched the call to speaker.

You were currently hidden away in your home office – a tiny closet of a bedroom that you had converted to something of a studio for your creative deeds. So far, it was simply a desk and chair facing the window, a shelving unit housing random prototyping and art materials as well as being a pedestal to a potted English ivy to your right, and an overfilled corkboard to your left. As Seonghwa had commented, it was a manifestation of your creative and professional self. Truer words could not be said – it explained why you were constantly thinking of ways to update the interior.

As you repeatedly dragged and clicked with your mouse, scrutinising the vector image you were in the process of designing, you mumbled your resident partner in crime a response:

“I think I am good for now…”

“Really? So, we are just going to brush over the fact that you ran out of onions last week?”

You chuckled. The name under which you had him saved, ‘Mother Hwa🖤’ was very appropriate right that second. Nevertheless, these were the moments when you felt the most at ease. There was someone taking care of you, even though you were away from your childhood home, away from your old friends. There was someone right beside you, who you knew would return any care and affection a thousand-fold.

“See? You somehow know the contents of my kitchen better than I do. Please bestow some more knowledge upon me, dear Mars bar.” You countered, not looking away from your screen to pretend like you were still concentrated on work and not a soft mushy mess.

“Well… there was that one seasoning you had… you know the one in the red packet with the TV show host guy randomly in the corner and-” you tilted your head at the sudden pause “…since when am I a Mars bar???” you had to purse and suck in your lips to prevent a loud giggle from spilling out.

“Because you are a snack, Seonghwa.” Your success at a deadpan delivery sent the man on the call into a state of ‘error.exe’, even though the joke was outdated and highlighted how both of you were not quite the peak of modernity among the youth.

Before you had attained the status of singlehood, you were a lot more reserved with your jokes and flirtation, and understandably so. You had not wanted to appear to be a player, not give anyone false hopes. Seonghwa had to admit that it had been slightly easier to talk to you when he felt as though he had no chance. Now, more often than not, your comments reduced him to nothing more than a pained expression and flaming cheeks. Believing that there could be something, a tomorrow, hell, a whole future with you, really sent him into a mental frenzy.

“…okay… then I won’t get you the bbungyeoppang that is on sale since I am enough.” He whispered. Nothing much, but a shiver still ran down your spine at the sudden sultriness in his enunciation.

“Why not spice things up and add a plus one, especially since they are so willing?” you countered, mirroring him.

“Oh you- ah sorry, I have to drop the call, duty calls. Hongjoong is asking for a consult. Then I’ll pick up the groceries on the way, see you later Y/N.” Seonghwa rushed, jolting you back to reality. That’s right, you were still in your tiny room, in front of your set up, hand hovering above the mouse.

“Sure, got you. See you later, Seonghwa!”

As soon as you ended the call and watched the phone screen fade to black, you spun around on your chair, doing a miniature wiggle dance. These domestic interactions had never failed to give rise to pure glee within you. It was a tad unconventional to be pretty much sharing living space with someone who, technically, was just your neighbour, but it felt more than right. Oh, the wonders of having powered through life struggles and global crises together.

While you continued to work away at a brand re-design portfolio deck, Seonghwa was left standing in one of the many passageways of KQ Hospital where he worked. This particular one was almost fully glass, connecting the emergency centre to the main building. Whenever he felt like shooting you a quick text or to slow down after doing rounds and more training, Seonghwa would come here. To some degree, the location reminded him of the apartment complex – people bolting across, on a mission, never stopping to admire the setting sun that the glass captured, turning the linoleum floor into a carpet of glistening gold. People greeting each other with a curt nod, posing as good colleagues when in fact they had no idea what the other’s name was, nor why they felt obligated to follow societal norms and not ignore one another. Seonghwa, too, was guilty of this, especially in his first rotations when everything was a huge blur.

At one point he had even ceased to reach out to his friends – those in the exact same rotation and doing the same shifts as him, let alone those with whom, on top of exhaustion, there were other excuses. Funnily enough, it was you who pulled him out of this pattern, preventing him from losing himself and who he held dear. You reminded him that even in this vast world where one can never quite know anyone’s full story, you can find those whom you wouldn’t mind co-authoring with. One of these people was Hongjoong, his best friend since the first year of medical school and colleague he could count on. The shorter man was standing at the entrance to the passageway, arms crossed, his mobile phone dangling between two fingers.

“No wonder I couldn’t call you, Hwa. You were flirting with Y/N again.”

“Come on, man, I wasn’t flirting.” Seonghwa waved his friend off, hiding his phone in his scrubs.

“Then what was it, digital first base?”

Seonghwa could imagine the mischievous expression on Hongjoong’s face, one not dissimilar to that of a dad figuring out that his son was talking to someone in a very happy tone. Sighing deeply, he chose to not look to his side and continue walking, hands in his pockets. Seeing that the joke did not quite land, Hongjoong backtracked and added:

“If it is going to make you actually respond to me, I can start paging you, I don’t mind. I have gotten pretty good at dialling up the numbers at lighting speed.” This made Seonghwa shudder and turn dramatically.

“Oh, you would not dare, Kim Hongjoong, I am still getting flashbacks from the time the senior resident just decided to give me three pagers on a Friday night shift.” He proclaimed, placing a hand on his chest.

“You’ll deal with it, better train those nerves up for when you become a neurosurgeon.” Hongjoong poked him in the arm, then fell into the same stride as his friend.

That was how it had been through out the years they had known each other. Through thick and thin, on caffeine or suffering through withdrawals. They had sworn to support one another through the thorned path that was medicine, and somehow had managed to deal with each other’s nonsense. At this point they could be called brothers, having only moved into different apartments by mutual agreement to not drive each other insane 24/7. Interestingly, their opportunity to spend some time apart, forming their own habitats and lives not directly related to careers and studies, had enabled them to be even better attuned to each other’s changes. This was how Hongjoong knew you were someone who Seonghwa could rely on. In a matter of weeks after ghosting those closest left and right, he had walked into the staff common room with an apologetic smile and coffee for all his friends who he had gathered prior. And, upon being taken aside by Hongjoong for a miniature interrogation, brushed any suspicions and hypotheses aside, only saying that ‘he had found home’.

Needless to say, when the bond between you two began to grow stronger, and you had, evidently, not left his side for the duration of the worst parts of the pandemic, nor did Seonghwa abandon any hopes as he had previously done when it came to even hints of relationships, for Hongjoong you were instantly approved. Bonus points for having returned the next day after bringing Seonghwa lunch that one time to feed his friends too. It was frustrating that his best friend was not yet aware of the necessity to make the final move and make things official. For a doctor he was unbelievably thick in matters of love, or was a classicist and was afraid of rejection.

“You know…” Hongjoong began as they were approaching the elevators, “I think you really need to seal the deal, Hwa. Time goes by fast, and it is unfair to both of you if you don’t neither time nor the feelings you obviously have.”

Seonghwa expected that this conversation would happen at some point. His friend knew him too well. Maybe even caught him looking at your pictures that he had saved on his phone in a separate album of his gallery. He took a deep breath and shrugged, pressing the button to call the lift.

“True, but at the same time, things are going so well right now and-”

“Hate to rain on your parade, buddy, but that is how you messed up with your first girlfriend. And your second… oh wait a minute, even the blind date I set you up on did not work out, guess why?”

“Okay, okay, I got it. Fine.”

“No, you ‘don’t got it’. I can see you are scared. But you know why? Because you are being given a chance by the universe to hold onto something so precious and fragile that you know you cannot be the same without. But your self-doubt and anxieties wake up and torment you, day in day out, saying that you cannot step up and be responsible and commit.”

Seonghwa fell quiet, all attention on the painful monologue that was cutting up his psyche into small pieces, arranging it into a clearer bigger picture that he was trying to hide from himself.

“Take this, if you were not ready to step up, you wouldn’t have her as your emergency contact – don’t ask how I know. And, and you sure as hell would not be rushing home after a day shift just to make it to the bakery she likes. You would not be so worried for her even if everything was okay and you would not drop everything just to help her. You, my friend, are denying what is so blatantly obvious and is right in front of you that I seriously want you to call ophthalmology.”

“I swear, it is almost as if I was the one who called you for a life consult.” Seonghwa retorted as they watched the numbers blink in ascending order.

“See how lucky you are? Doctor Kim is blessing you with love wisdom for free.”

“Yeah… yeah… And I am trying my best to apply it.” If only destiny was so kind so as to give him an opportunity to just… get the awkward stuff over with and be able to wrap you in his arms – he was getting ahead of himself. Again. Seonghwa ran a hand through his hair. Way to go, declaring to another doctor he was ‘self-soothing’. He cleared his throat and decided to fully switch topic.

“Now, oh wise one, what troubles did you wish to talk to me about?”

“Oh, okay, so there is this one patient, complaining of episodes where their surroundings start spinning uncontrollably and they get a splitting headache and waves of nausea-”

“Vertigo?”

“Exactly, care to check it out?”

“Sure, lead the way.”

They ambled onwards, having fully moved on from conversing about you, however Seonghwa was still clouded over, pondering what you were up to. He was meant to have a full day off soon, and his infatuated self was inclined to conjure up plans exclusively involving you. But first, this patient…

You had not moved much in the time of Hongjoong’s and Seonghwa’s chat, nor for the two hours after that. Having found the perfect position in your chair, you were an unstoppable force, bashing out page after page of innovation for a re-branding that a late-stage start-up had requested. Their market focus reminded you of Seonghwa. Neuro-something or other. Maybe you should show him a sneak peek of one of your designs, just to see what the impact would be, though the non-disclosure agreement was hanging right above you like a guillotine. Yet another cause for your having been accustomed to asking well-crafted questions about your neighbour’s day – patient confidentiality was not too far off, style-wise. Like serif and sans serif fonts. Or two font families that could be mish-mashed together and no one would mind.

It was obvious that you had spent far too long doing some ‘font shopping’, as you liked to call it. Another hour, to be exact. However, you pushed the initial wave of guilt away pretty quickly, reminding yourself that, thankfully, this, too was part of your job. You yawned and stretched, taking a look at the time.

“Right, time for a snack!” you exclaimed out loud, and with a huff pushed yourself to your feet.

It was already getting dark outside, and temperatures were dropping in true autumn fashion, so after much deliberation you settled for a decaffeinated latte and a yogurt you found in your fridge. You moved to your sofa and turned on some random drama to play in the background while you zoned out scrolling for inspiration on your phone. After not finding anything too impressive but liking things for the sake of it, you clicked on your own profile to reminisce on the memories you captured. Funny how more and more of them appeared to involve the doctor next door.

After you proudly deleted any traces of your ex from social media, you vowed to be careful about the people you included in photos. So, none actually revealed the identity of be it a shadow or an extra mug or the holder of a ticket, but for you each scene was crystal clear, and replayed with ease. There was the picture Seonghwa had taken during your ‘supposed to be spontaneous but was planned weeks in advance’ getaway to Daejeon – you looking particularly cute while scrutinising an exhibit at the museum of art. There was the snapshot from one of your late-night trips to the convenience store, when you two were snuggled in oversized hoodies, sprawled on plastic chairs. And one of a completed Lego build, completed in three hours, mainly with you observing and searching for any stray piece that had gone flying across your neighbour’s living room.

You were also glad for the time you had to move on. You had a problematic relationship previously, you had to admit, and rushing into anything more would have had you repeating patterns you did not want to remember. Yet now, all you were hoping for was for a new chapter. An evolution of what you had been cultivating. Your instincts were telling you that you and Seonghwa were approaching a sort of crossroads, or a breaking point, and depending on what decisions you two would make, your future could be rewritten, and the world around the apartment complex either bloom or wither.

It was not that complicated a conclusion to reach – your ex had been bothering you incessantly with messages, voicemails and even direct messaging on social media, leading you to block him almost everywhere. He was going through the usual routine of pretending to care for your wellbeing, demanding attention and then on a night when he was probably shitfaced, saying he loved you and then proceeding to call you a whore. Prince charming indeed. You were disgusted that you had ever associated yourself with that sorry excuse for a man.

Tonight was no different. After deciding to post a ‘throwback’ story, he was back. It had been months since you last shared a full conversation, and it appeared that he was more communicative than ever. Was this what the memes you had seen online were talking about, where two people in a breakup often had radically different grief processing schedules? You were tired. You wanted to forget what and who you had moved away from. You wanted to build your new home in peace, and here was a ghost, howling and wishing to haunt you.

[do not answer!!] hey

[do not answer!!!] I know you are seeing this, you have read receipts on

[do not answer!!!] Y/N… come on I just want to talk things through

[do not answer!!!] I don’t think we have ever really had a chance to go over things

[do not answer!!!] you know, understand each other’s perspectives

[do not answer!!!] Y/N! seriously give me a chance I want to just TALK

[do not answer!!!] anyways, I am on my way to your place so… I guess talk soon?

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The Roommate (And How He Got In Jonghyun's Pants) - JongTae Oneshot

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Pairing: Jonghyun x Taemin

Genre: explicit, fluff, roommates AU

Word Count: 6.7k words

You can also find this story on: AO3

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Summary:

Jonghyun, who once didn't like his roommate, now likes him a lot. A whole lot.

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The Roommate (And How He Got In Jonghyun's Pants)

Jonghyun couldn’t afford the rent on his apartment anymore, which frustrated Jonghyun because it wasn’t what he planned on. He didn’t want to share his apartment; he picked that apartment, especially because he could afford the rent. However, his capitalist landlord struck him with the worst news a university student working one job could hear: his landlord wanted to increase his rent. This was typical of a landlord and it made Jonghyun resent them all; they were nothing but power hungry, money hungry bastards in his eyes. So he did what anyone would in that situation: he put up an advertisement for a roommate.

When Taemin and Jonghyun first met, Jonghyun didn’t believe that Taemin was old enough to be in university, let alone old enough to have a job to pay the rent. He nearly laughed at Taemin and walked out of the coffee shop. But unfortunately for him, Taemin was too cute to say no to. Also, he found out that Taemin was only a few years younger than him and he was an anthropology major. So they’ve been roommates for six months now and it's taken time for Jonghyun to get used to always having another person around because he loved solitude and found peace in it. Taemin never left the apartment, unless it was to go to university. But Taemin was also messy and it drove Jonghyun mad. Jonghyun was the type of person to clean up after himself; he’d do it right away. Taemin was the type of person who would wait for his mess to accumulate and then clean it up while making it look very painful, like he had never had to clean up after himself before. He was clumsy as well; Jonghyun didn't even know how many porcelains or glasses he’s had to help clean up and replace.

In retrospect, he should of prepared himself for little things like this. But he didn’t. At least Taemin’s mum always sends side dishes for them to share and she, although he wouldn’t say it out loud, made the most delicious side dishes, better than his own mum.

Taemin walked into the apartment after finishing his day at university in his—Jonghyun’s—black oversized sweater and joggers and greeted Jonghyun while he was cooking for them. Taemin placed his bag down on the kitchen table as he came up behind Jonghyun, looking over his shoulder and sniffing like a rabbit. “Smells good," he commented and Jonghyun laughed. Jonghyun had become used to Taemin and actually found him endearing in almost every way. His clumsiness that once irritated Jonghyun had now wormed its way into his heart and made Jonghyun want to help him, because now Jonghyun feels like he has to look after him, which he doesn’t mind at all. His mess now makes Jonghyun laugh and think about how fitting it is for Taemin, and his strange obsession with cereal, Jonghyun can deal with it all, he wants to deal with it all. Because it’s all Taemin.

“Yeah?” Jonghyun turns around and ruffles Taemin’s hair and Taemin leans into his touch like a kitten. “You hungry?” Taemin hums and closes his eyes, moving his head to let him scratch more at the base of his nape, making Jonghyun’s heart flutter. Jonghyun realised his feelings towards Taemin weren’t just platonic three months after he moved in and ever since he acknowledged them, they’ve grown and consumed him. He's gotten over his awkward part but sometimes he still doesn’t know how to act around the other. Because Taemin does and says a lot of strange things that he doesn’t know makes Jonghyun’s heart beat at a stupid rate. Which wasn’t what he wanted. When he first put up the advertisement for a roommate, before Taemin came into his life, Jonghyun was devoted to his studies and had no interest in relationships whatsoever. But Taemin was too hard not to like—so cute, so ditsy.

“How was Uni?” Jonghyun finds the words to make more conversation because he hasn’t heard Taemin’s voice all day and he misses it.

Taemin pulls away from Jonghyun’s touch and looks at him with wide eyes. “You know that second-year Kibum?” Taemin asks and yes, he does know Kibum; he’s younger than Jonghyun. While Jonghyun is in his last year of his bachelor's degree, Kibum is in his second and Taemin is in his first. Kibum is known by pretty much everyone in the university, or at least anyone with ears and eyes. Kibum is excessively loud in every way—his mouth, his fashion. But apart from all of that, he was the reason Jonghyun realised he was gay. He was the first man Jonghyun ever slept with, and now he’s worried about why Taemin has brought him up.

Cautiously, Jonghyun says, “Yeah, I know him.”

“He won’t stop bothering me! I don’t even know what he wants.” Taemin states candidly, not giving him time to adjust, the words making Jonghyun freeze on the spot. He tries to concentrate on something that isn’t bubbling up inside him, because he is not jealous.

“He probably just wants to talk,” Jonghyun says trying to sound as candid as Taemin just did. He isn’t lying, Kibum probably did just want to talk: whether it was the way Jonghyun wanted it to be or not.

Taemin shrugs and brushes the subject under the rug like he didn’t just make Jonghyun the most jealous person in the world and walks over to the fridge, pulls out a bottle of water, downing it and then, when Jonghyun can’t take his eyes off him, Taemin winks playfully, “Do I have time to have a quick shower and get changed?”

And Jonghyun’s heartbeat is driving him mad; he’s sure Taemin knows what he’s doing to his heart because how could he be that oblivious to his red face? “Yeah, sure, do that," he swallowed thickly, trying not to imagine Taemin in the shower. That's inappropriate. So is watching Taemin walk off and staring at his butt, Taemin doesn’t know any of it. He doesn’t know how Jonghyun’s heart craves him or how much he wants to be around him all the time. He doesn’t need to know either.

Jonghyun busies himself with thoughts like how he needs to buy more eggs and stuff like don’t burn the carbonara because that wouldn’t be good, and he doesn’t have any more money to buy takeout if he fails because he spent it all already on takeouts, restaurants, and rent plus utilities. It’s that time of month when they have to make do with what's in the fridge, and they should really get out of the habit of spending all their money on takeouts and then living on whatever they have left but they are students.

Taemin returns, hair wet, droplets of water down his neck, blue boxers, and a black hoodie. If Jonghyun thought his life couldn’t get any harder, he was wrong. He can’t just stare, but he wants to still look, so he makes the effort to start a conversation, “Nice shower?”

Taemin nods and walks to the cupboard, grabbing two glasses and getting a bottle of merlot out of the wine holder, filling the two glasses and bending down, sticking his butt out so he can be eye level with the glasses so he can make sure they are the same. And Jonghyun tries not to look at his butt. “We're in our ‘WEED era’,” Taemin says it out of nowhere and catches Jonghyun by surprise so he turns around and mixes the pasta—like he definitely was just not looking at the other's arse—releasing its doneness. He starts dishing it up into two blue bowls, which are the most recent addition to their collection. What is a ‘WEED era’ and is Taemin taking drugs? Should Jonghyun be concerned? “What's a ‘WEED era’? And how are you sure I want to be involved?” Jonghyun asks; he doesn’t actually care if Taemin includes him. He wants to be included in everything Taemin does, even if it’s as stupid as joining him in a ‘weed era’.

“Don’t lie, you want to join everything I’m doing." Taemin narrows his eyes, causing Jonghyun to gulp because, can Taemin read his mind? “It stands for ‘we enjoy every day’. I saw it on SNS but actually, it’s pretty cool. So I think I sound pretty cool if I say it. You should be happy I included you.” Taemin is such a nerd and Jonghyun loves it. He loves the way Taemin gets sassy and the way his nose scrunches. He loves the way Taemin puts him on a cliff and then pulls him off the edge but sometimes, just sometimes, he wishes Taemin would push him off the cliff.

Jonghyun didn’t need to think about that; he needed to think about a reply to Taemin. He needs to come up with the right thing to say, something witty or something that doesn’t sound strained, “You’re such a nerd.” And Taemin scrunches his nose up at his reply; his reaction could have been worse. So that feels like a win for Jonghyun. Jonghyun takes the bowls, sits down, and waits for Taemin to join him.

“You like nerds, though.” Taemin gasps as he walks over to the table with the two wine glasses. “Maybe, oh my. Does that mean you like me?” Jonghyun can handle a lot of things Taemin throws his way but Taemin walking in his tiny boxers and accusing him of liking him is something that he never thought he’d have to handle. Struggling now Jonghyun doesn't know where to look so he settles on staring at his pasta. The most Jonghyun can get out is a throttled chuckle as he feels his ears heat up. Whatever happens, he is not going to admit to liking Taemin; no way will he; he’s not going to mess up their friendship. Feeling like he’s on a bed of hot coals he makes use of his hands, tries to swirl his pasta around his fork and shoves the bit he manages to get into his mouth.

And Taemin sits down, placing the wine glasses in front of himself and Jonghyun, expectant eyes like a cat and if he had a tail, it would be swaying side to side. Objectively speaking, Jonghyun doesn’t even know if Taemin likes guys so maybe even if he said he did like him, Taemin wouldn’t even bat an eye. But what's the point if there's a slight chance everything could come crashing down? And maybe if he did take it the right way, what if Taemin felt uncomfortable and then he’d be awkward around Jonghyun and maybe he’d even move out? And Jonghyun needs to stop thinking. So he tries to push the thoughts aside and sinks deeper into his chair, drinking his wine and then sinking deeper. Watching Taemin’s plump lips part, a tiny sliver of his tongue pokes out and he takes the edge of his wine glass in between them. He watches as his Adams apple bobs as he swallows the red liquid and a drop collects at the bottom of his lip, making Jonghyun stretch out and swipe his thumb over it. Soft, warm, and pillowy. Jonghyun wishes he could just kiss him, just once. Someone having lips like Taemin should be a sin; there's no way anyone wouldn’t want to kiss them.

And maybe Jonghyun’s finger lingered for a second too long but when he removed it, his finger wasn't there long enough. He should probably say something, anything, like, “Shall we watch a movie after this?” Yeah, something like that. That was good.

And Taemin makes Jonghyun go sublime as his foot runs down his shin and Jonghyun has to rethink his whole life because, what the fuck, that one touch should not be sending blood straight to his dick and it should not be making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. “Yeah, sure, I’d love to. But, just saying, I’m not sitting there for an hour while you pick.” Taemin needs to stop talking and let Jonghyun’s brain catch up because it is going to take him a while to reply because all he can see is an angel in front of him.

Nevertheless, Jonghyun smiles and downs his wine and fills both of the glasses to the top, which, is really bad wine etiquette and he knows that. He’d like to get drunk enough to maybe sleep through the movie so he doesn’t have to think about how close Taemin will be, and he wishes Taemin would have mercy on his poor heart. “I’ll wash up then. You can pick the movie.” Jonghyun says, and he collects the bowls.

Jonghyun scrubs the bowls harsher than he should and the blue paint has chipped off—it doesn’t matter because Taemin will probably break them soon—but maybe if he scrubs them like this, he can distract himself from the thoughts swirling around his head that are so not appropriate. Maybe he can scrub away his feelings as well as his heart until they are just specks, like the specks of paint that are being washed down the drain. He hears Taemin hum in the living room, satisfied, and he knows that Taemin has found something, so he should hurry up and finish abusing the bowls, just like his feelings.

He walks into the living room, surrounded by the ambience of a single candle glowing on the coffee table. The room is dark and Taemin is sitting in the middle of the sofa, looking as pretty as a picture. Jonghyun wishes he could have him right there. He absolutely can't so he picks the spot furthest away from Taemin in the corner of the sofa and he curls his legs up so there is no chance of him accidentally touching Tamein and sending his mind into a spiral. Taemin reaches out to the coffee table grabs one of the glasses and hands it to Jonghyun and he must have brought them in when he was washing the bowls. Jonghyun has no limits on wine and he intends to drink as much as he can so he takes the glass from Taemin, their fingers brushing and sending chills down his spine. He’ll drink to that.

The horror film Taemin chose feels like it's playing in the background for Jonghyun; he can’t stop staring at Taemin. It’s not Jonghyun’s fault Taemin is more interesting than the film and it’s also not his fault the wine has completely gone to his head. Well, maybe the last part is his fault; his alcohol tolerance is terrible and he drank the wine knowingly because of this. The atmosphere is so cozy and Jonghyun just wants to grab Taemin and pull him into his lap. He doesn’t know if he wants to kiss him and play with his hair or bend him over the sofa until he cries and his legs shake.

The film is over and the wine glasses are empty and if Taemin asks Jonghyun about what happened, he won’t have an answer. He watches as Taemin gets up from the sofa and makes his way to the kitchen out of his sight, so he gets a blanket to cover himself because the winter weather has crept in through their shitty windows that need reinsulating. Feet rushing, slapping, against the wooden floor makes Jonghyun look up in anticipation, slightly worried and slightly excited to just see Taemin again. A little dance in the doorway makes him laugh. Taemin stood there with another bottle of wine in his hand, looking very accomplished with himself.

“Why are you hogging the blanket?” Taemin asks with a cute scowl on his face as he walks over and sits right next to Jonghyun, shuffling closer and pulling the blanket over him as well. “I got us more wine.”

“I can see that,” Jonghyun muses.

“Let’s watch another movie,” Taemin suggests, but Jonghyun doesn’t need to answer; Taemin will put one on anyway; he knows Jonghyun won’t go to sleep yet. Jonghyun watches as Taemin leans to get the wine glasses, and he catches a glimpse of Taemin's waist, soft and small, and he wants to grab it. He wonders what Taemin would do if he did; would he squirm? Would he laugh and push Jonghyun away, telling him it tickles? Or would he gasp in surprise?

Taemin sits back down too fast for Jonghyun to even try and he hands Jonghyun his glass which is now full and snuggles into his side, his head resting on Jonghyun's shoulder. Without uttering anything, Jonghyun lifts his arm and moves Taemin’s head to his chest as he wraps his arm around Taemin’s waist, as he expected, cute and small. Taemin doesn't actually protest; instead, he does the exact opposite and nuzzles into Jonghyun’s chest. Jonghyun should probably have thought about this beforehand; Taemin will be able to hear his heart. And his heart is pounding at an astronomical rate; if Taemin asks, he’ll just blame it on the alcohol. Yeah.

Throughout the film, Taemin slips further and further down Jonghyun’s chest and he is now on his thigh, one hand under it and the other on top, as if he doesn’t want Jonghyun to move. Jonghyun is not going to move because he can’t. He’s too busy thinking about not getting a boner. Taemin is so close to his dick and he could easily pull Jonghyun’s joggers down and suck his dick with his perfect lips and he’d look so amazing. Breathe. Jonghyun needs to breathe because Taemin is definitely not going to do that and getting a boner while Taemin’s head is right next to his dick would be so embarrassing and Taemin wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye for a week. Taemin does stuff like that; once he walked in on Jonghyun having a shower and he completely freaked out, hand over his eyes, face so red, and apologies spluttering out like quick fire, he couldn’t look Jonghyun in the eye for two weeks after that. And Jonghyun was the one who felt the worst; he hated Taemin avoiding eye contact. He didn’t realise how much he loved Taemin’s eyes and cute fast blinks until he was starved of them. So after that, Jonghyun tried his best to make sure nothing like that could ever happen again. Like now. He can’t get a boner. He can’t. He won’t.

Taemin needs to stop moving because Jonghyun is dying and when Taemin buries his head into Jonghyun’s lap and rubs his face against his thigh, like a cat, a cat that is making Jonghyun’s life so much harder and he should have worn boxers because Taemin just caught the shaft of his dick and forced a deep grunt out of him right from his dick. He’s so screwed. Taemin doesn’t seem embarrassed or perturbed, though. And what takes Jonghyun by surprise is when Taemin does it again, another grunt ripped from his throat. And his dick is now throbbing, half hard, and Taemin doesn’t seem to care. So Jonghyun presses Taemin’s neck down, he’s not sure what he’s doing, but Taemin has frozen, whether it’s from the pressure on the back of his neck or from the realisation of what he was just doing, “Taemin, what are you doing?” Shocked he manages to ask, shocked at how his own voice sounds to his ears. Breathlessly and rougher than it should as if he hadn’t drank water in three days, so he coughs a bit to try and get it back to normal and swallows.

A whine comes out of Taemin’s mouth, so slutty that it goes straight to Jonghyun’s dick, twitching in his joggers. Stuck on what to do and head spinning, Jonghyun pulls Taemin up by his hair, earning him another noise that can’t quite be described half like a moan and half like a groan. Taemin should really stop making all these noises; they aren't doing Jonghyun any good and Jonghyun really needs to think straight.

“Taemin, what are you doing?” He asks again with more authority in his voice because he is not going to screw this up and Taemin needs to be coherent for whatever he thinks he’s doing.

Pink flushed cheeks and fluttering eyes Taemin says, “I want to help you.” All Jonghyun can think is, oh god, and fuck. Taemin looks so sweet but so sinful at the same time, his lips swollen as if he’s been worrying them, and his eyes half-lidded and clouded in a haze of lust. Jonghyun has to dig his heels into the sofa to ground himself. He's trying to think with his brain instead of his dick, but his brain isn’t working; it’s clouded by lust and wine.

“Taemin, what are you talking about?" He needs to get this right. There's no way this is actually happening. Taemin must just be confused, right?

Taemin gives him this look that goes straight to his stomach, only fueling the fire that Taemin started, and he feels caught out for whatever reason. And Jonghyun’s world is shattering and shaking, probably just as much as he is. "Please." There is no way he is actually begging Jonghyun. There is no way. “I know you think of me. I’ve heard you in the shower moaning my name, more than once. Just let me help you, please,” Taemin says in whiney, sultry tones dripping from his mouth.

Taemin doesn’t give Jonghyun time to reply before he palms Jonghyun’s dick through his joggers. Jonghyun’s head falls back and a moan is released from his mouth, submitting to pure hedonism; his mind is wiped blank and he struggles to breathe. He can’t even think about how embarrassed he is that Taemin heard him in the shower, not while Taemin is making him question why he waited so long for this to happen or why he didn’t just make a move on Taemin first, not while Taemin is mouthing his dick through his joggers, turning the light grey fabric to dark grey with his wet patches of saliva. The white heat spreading through his body—feeling something he’s craved for so long—feels like a dream. Not knowing what to do, Jonghyun gips the edge of the sofa, so tight, digging his nails into the poor leather as he tries not to levitate on the feeling as Taemin’s hand slips under his waistband, and when his fingers touch Jonghyun’s dick, his breath hitches. “Taemin.” Jonghyun doesn’t even know why he’s talking; it’s not like he has anything to say after that either. Maybe just to make sure it isn’t a dream and that Taemin is actually there.

The look in Taemin’s eyes is so mischievous as he pulls the other's joggers down. When they get past his dick, his dick springs back up, slaps his stomach, and Taemin mewls at the sight, making Jonghyun feel crazy. Jonghyun can’t get enough of Taemin’s visuals; he can’t get over the way Taemin is licking his lips at the sight of him so when Taemin blows hot air on his dick, he hardly manages to keep his hips from thrusting up. He never thought Taemin would be such a tease or even be interested in him.

Taemin doesn’t seem to care what he’s doing to Jonghyun’s mental state. He sits on Jonghyun’s thighs, looking a mix of angelic and demonic, because who thought Taemin would ever be like this? Jonghyun just marvels at Taemin; his thighs look so soft and feel so impossibly soft and warm on Jonghyun; his dick is hard; and there’s a wet patch forming on his blue boxers. It makes Jonghyun shiver at the thought that he has done that to Taemin.

Taemin drags his finger up Jonghyun’s neck, leaving goosebumps trailing behind until he reaches his jaw and Jonghyun has to suppress a shiver. He stops grabbing Jonghyun’s jaw and smiles, warm and all teeth showing like they would if he smiled at him any other day. Jonghyun feels like he’s just been given whiplash. The seamless change from lust filled cockslut to cute and innocent is absolutely mind boggling to Jonghyun. “You’re so beautiful,” Taemin breathes out and that's the first time Jonghyun has ever been called beautiful. Sure, he’s been called handsome, charming, and other things, but never beautiful . It makes his heart swell and his face glow redder than it did before. If that is possible.

He opens his mouth to reply—he’s not sure what—but is cut off by a pair of warm lips. It takes more than a second for Jonghyun to reciprocate in shock that this is happening and how fast everything is going and when he does, Taemin moans into his mouth, forcing him to swallow the beautiful sounds as he rocks his hips forward, grinding onto Jonghyun’s naked dick. The feeling of Taemin’s warm clothed dick makes Jonghyun release a sound he didn’t think he could make—low, rough, and almost animalistic. With not even a drop of self control left, Jonghyun releases his hands from the sofa and explores Taemin's body, one hand going up his jumper, gabbing his waist soft and warm so tightly that Taemin yelps and the other grabbing his arse, fingers digging into his flesh. He needs something to hold onto; otherwise, he’s not sure what he’ll do.

Jonghyun can hardly resist the urge to bend Taemin over and fuck him, but Taemin started this so he’s going to let Taemin do the leading. No matter how hard it is or how much Jonghyun wants to be in control. This is real and it is happening so Jonghyun takes the opportunity as best he can. Taemin bites down on Jonghyun’s lip, whimpering into his mouth as his hips continue grinding into him, giving him a mixture of pleasure and pain, and once again pulling a grunt from his lip, tongues now exploring each other's mouths, warm, wet, and everything he could ever want. Taemin's arms are now wrapping around Jonghyun’s neck, fingers playing with his short hair at his nape. Fiery passion into every mouth movement, lust and pent up feelings fueling it all, turning them into a beautiful mess of limbs.

When Taemin moves away from Jonghyun, a string of spit hangs from his mouth as he bites his lip, so Jonghyun just has to lean out and wipe it with his thumb, only for Taemin to take it into his mouth, sucks it and roll his tongue over the pad of his thumb. So needy. Jonghyun is beyond repair now and he doesn’t think he will ever be able to stop replaying that moment in his head. Taemin crawls off the sofa with as much grace and elegance as one can and Jonghyun tries not to huff at the loss of Taemin but when he sees Taemin on his knees between his legs, it's enough for him to moan. Jonghyun has always been someone who loves visuals and Taemin is the epitome of a visual; he is adonis; he is art and poetry. Taemin takes Jonghyun into his hand and pumps at a disgustingly slow, mocking pace, making Jonghyun moan and throw his head back, half satisfied that he’s being touched but half desperately needing some more friction. If Taemin doesn’t stop looking at Jonghyun like that—so beautiful, so sinful, so lustful—he doesn’t know how much longer it will be until he grabs Taemin’s hand and fucks himself into it like a brat, and Jonghyun isn’t a brat. “Wow, you’ve got such a pretty dick,” Taemin says while looking at it, watching as it slides up and down in his hand Jonghyun moans in response. “I want to put it in my mouth.” Taemin expresses his thoughts.

Taemin can do whatever he wants. Normally, when having sex, Jonghyun is the one who's teasing and in control; however, today he’ll let Taemin have him any way he wants. “Do it,” is all that Jonghyun can say almost in a whisper; he’s never wanted anything so bad in his life and Taemin’s lips were made for dick sucking, perfect lips for a blowjob. So when Taemin finally wraps his lips around the head of Jonghyun’s cock so wet and so hot that he’s not sure who is moaning louder, the feeling of Taemin's moans vibrating on his dick makes him see white and he thursts up on instinct into Taemin’s mouth, hitting the back of his throat, making Taemin moan and roll his eyes back. Every noise that Jonghyun manages to drag from Taemin’s lips with his dick feels like a blessing and he wonders how much more vocal he’d be with his dick buried deep inside him, or even just one finger.

Taemin gets to work, like he’s done this a hundred times, a soft hand like velvet wrapping around the base of Jonghyun’s dick, going in tandem with his mouth. Submitting himself to Jonghyun’s dick as if it were oxygen. The visual is enough to make Jonghyun cum. Taemin looks so beautiful and so slutty. Cheeks and ears flushed, mouth stuffed full of cock, eyes looking up at Jonghyun through his eyelashes, fluttering and glazed with lust. The air in the room is so hot it could be the gates of hell. If Jonghyun wasn’t so indulged in the feeling of Taemin's mouth, he’d believe that he actually was there but right now he’s feeling like heaven.

Taemin hollows his cheeks and pulls off with a pop, making Jonghyun moan so loudly that he’s nearly embarrassed but he can’t tear his eyes away from the sight as Taemin goes back down on him, using his tongue to swirl around the head and dragging it along all the veins. God. Jonghyun needs this to speed up; he’s been so close to tipping off the edge for what feels like forever so he grabs a fist full of Taemin’s hair and shoves him down, making Taemin practically wail. “So good. You’re so good,” he praises and Taemin releases a whimper and a shiver. Pride swims inside Jonghyun at the reaction and then he realises that Taemin wants to be praised. Taemin deserves all the praise in the world.

He lifts Taemin off by the hair so he can look at him. Taemin sobs at the loss of fullness in his mouth. Taemin is such a dream, so hungry for cock, so beautiful, and for a moment, Jonghyun is mesmerised; lips so swollen dribble down his chin, and he looks so fucked out already. He doesn’t want to imagine what he looks like if this is how fucked out Taemin already looks.

“You look so pretty. Do you like your mouth full of cock?” He’s not looking for a reply but he definitely got one that was less verbal. Taemin latches back on, moans around his dick and increases his pace as his other hand comes forwards to cup the others' balls. He detaches himself from Jonghyun and presses wet kisses to his balls, licking and slightly sucking, while his other hand continues working up and down Jonghyun's length, making Jonghyun gasp in surprise. “So good,” Jonghyun is a babbling mess moaning out praises like a broken vending machine and the knot in Jonghyun’s stomach is close to releasing, he needs Taemin’s lips back around his dick before it snaps so he grabs Taemin's hair and moves him back to his cock. “Fuck Taemin,” Jonghyun moans, dick on fire, toes curling, hand curling tighter into Taemin’s hair, ready to pull him off for when he cums. But when Jonghyun nearly sees white and goes to pull him off Taemin resists; his hands haven't stopped and his mouth is still full but he slacks it slightly and mumbles around Jonghyun’s dick, “Cum in my mouth, please.” Okay. Taemin doesn’t have to ask Jonghyun twice. One hand grips the sofa as Taemin gets back to work again, cheeks hollowed, sucking at an insane pace, hands doing indescribable things. Jonghyun’s dick is hitting the back of Taemin’s throat over and over again, until he feels dizzy and euphoric. His mouth falls open in a silent gasp, his eyes rolling back and trying to keep them open and his head from going slack so he can watch as he fills Taemin’s mouth full of cum.

“Fuck – I’m –” His grip in Taemin’s hair tightens, and Taemin’s hand strokes him quickly, up and down, up and down, lips tightening around him, tongue dancing in patterns, body tensing as he reaches his orgasm, hips bucking up, mind blank, white sparks appearing in front of his eyes as Taemin milks him, cum filling up Taemin’s mouth, a small bit dribbling down the corner of his mouth, his whole body contracting as little electric shocks tingle through him. His hands fall lifelessly, letting go of Taemin’s hair, and his body feels like the life has been sucked out of it. And when Taemin finally lets go of his dick and smiles up at him, he thinks he’s in heaven. Taemin gets off his knees and sits next to Jonghyun and Jonghyun can’t help but notice how much the wet patch on Taemin’s boxers has grown. He reaches out for Taemin and pulls him in for a kiss, not caring if he can taste himself; just so intoxicated by the miracle called Lee Taemin, nothing else matters.

Once Jonghyun has caught his breath and fallen out of his daze, though every second he’s near Taemin feels like one, he moves his hand up Taemin’s thigh, pulling little noises out of him, wanting to bite and leave marks on his soft, pale skin. But before he can even take action on that thought, Taemin’s phone rings.

Fuck.

Taemin grabs it, looks at who's calling and gives Jonghyun a dejected smile, “It’s my mum… I should answer.”

“Yeah… you should,” Jonghyun says as much as he wants Taemin all to himself. To hide him from the world. But he can’t do that, not from Taemin’s own mother.

Taemin nods and walks out, takes the call, and Jonghyun is left to nurse his feelings as they have now swelled to double the size, taking over his body so much it might burst, but he would be happy with that as long as his last thoughts were Taemin. He can’t get the sweet sounds that fell from Taemin’s lips out of his head. He can’t help but think about what Taemin would sound like in other situations while Jonghun is giving and Taemin is receiving. The wine has mostly lost its effect and Jonghyun is just floating on pure ecstasy, floating in the afterglow Taemin has given him.

Taemin is only gone for a few minutes and comes back in, looking sheepish. He smiles and sits back down next to Jonghyun, burying himself into his side, hiding his face in Jonghyun's shoulder and playing with his hands. “Is everything okay?” Jonghyun feels the need to ask, but he can’t help but look at Taemin with adoration, so shy and so cute and somehow he’s managed to curl up so small.

“Yeah, my mum wants me to come over and help her with her computer tomorrow,” Taemin replies, still not looking Jonghyun in the eyes, pink ears peeking out from his hair. Jonghyun feels an itch in his fingers to stroke his hair so he lets his hand scratch Taemin’s head.

“Taemin.” Jonghyun starts but he’s not sure where to finish. There are so many things he wants to say and ask but he’s not sure how to.

Taemin looks at him now, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “You’re such a pervert,” Taemin says in a teasing manner, making Jonghyun’s mouth fall open in shock at the sudden accusation.

“What?” Jonghyun asks in utter confusion. Where did the shy little Taemin go? And what even is Taemin on about?

Taemin hums, satisfied with the reaction he got. “You wank off to the thought of me in the shower and thought I wouldn’t know? The walls are literally made of cardboard,” he smiles again, this time the teasing is wiped from his demeanour. “It’s okay, though. It’s hot and I wouldn’t have known you thought about me in that way if I hadn’t heard.” Now Taemin is blabbering his words.

Now it’s Jonghyun’s turn to be embarrassed, but it’s not like he can deny it because he has done that, more times than he is proud of. “I don’t only think of you that way, Taemin. I do actually really like you.” Jonghyun has now let out his feelings, feeling more naked than he did when Taemin was in between his legs. Taemin’s silence is slicing him up like glass and he waits to be turned down, have his heart crushed, and be laughed at. But Taemin would never laugh at him, right? Taemin isn’t like that.

“I like you too.” Jonghyun’s heart swells. “Maybe if you take me on a date and buy me food, I’ll let you fuck my arse,” Taemin replies nonchalantly and absolutely shamelessly, and Jonghyun nearly chokes.

As Jonghyun lets go of the breath he is holding, the laugh that escapes him is loud and sudden and ripples through his body. “Taemin, I already buy you food, and I’ll take you on a date anyway; you don’t need to bribe me,” Jonghyun says after he calms down from laughing. Jonghyun would love to take Taemin out on a date. It's not like he doesn’t take Taemin out for dinner all the time and pay for his food anyway. But if that is what Taemin wants, Jonghyun will give him anything. Everything.

Taemin pouts, “You don’t want to fuck me?”

Of course, he wants to fuck Taemin. Why wouldn't he? If he didn’t, he’d have to be blind or crazy. He’s already crazy, though; just staring at Taemin makes his heart go crazy. “Of course I do! I just don’t need a bribe to take you out on a date.” Jonghyun splutters, stumbling over his words like an idiot, as his heart drops at Taemin’s statement.

A smug smile takes place on Taemin’s face, one that Jonghyun knows, one that says: I was just teasing you . Taemin gets as close as he can to Jonghyun and straddles his legs, looking at him deep in his eyes and Jonghyun swears he can see the world in the others. Two soft hands grab Jonghyun’s face and he’s met with two very soft, inviting lips. Although the kiss is only short, it’s sweet and carries weight. “Good, because if you didn’t say anything, I would have only let you take me out on a date, and you’d get no benefits after,” Taemin laughs, bubbly, hiccuping, and bright. Music to Jonghyun’s ears.

“I guess our date can’t be tomorrow then,” Jonghyun says with sadness lacing his voice a little upset that he can’t take Taemin out as soon as possible. He knows that Taemin can’t drop everything for him and he is being unreasonable getting upset about it. He can take Taemin out whenever he wants after tomorrow; it's only one extra day.

“What? Why?” Taemin asks as quickly as he can, leaning back a bit, and distancing himself from Jonghyun.

Jonghyun laughs at Taemin’s pouty face, completely in awe of him. He leans forward and circles his arms around Taemin’s waist. “You have to help your mum with her computer.” He reminds him.

Taemin now adds a frown to the mix, and he’s so devastatingly cute Jonghyun feels like he might burst. “Oh. Oh… well, can’t we go after I’m finished?” He questions and then his eyebrows pull deeper and deeper while waiting for Jonghyun to answer.

And how could Jonghyun possibly say no to Taemin? How could he ever deny Taemin? Instead of answering, he grabs his face and pulls him in for a long, sweet kiss. “Of course.”

“Good, I would have sulked otherwise,” Taemin admits, beaming so brightly at Jonghyun.

“It’s not just because I want to fuck your arse, either.” Jonghyun jokes, and they both look at each other once again and laugh. Jonghyun is feeling incredibly warm as feelings bubble up in his stomach. Maybe nerves but all he knows is that he gets to take Taemin out on a date tomorrow. So he’s happy with whatever feelings come because he’s got Taemin.

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Thank you for reading this and I hope you enjoyed it.

Everyone have a lovely day, Orgel 🌸

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Potion seller, your goodness, m'lady.

It took my a few days to figure out what I wanted but I uh, I definitely need whatever you've got back there to get neighbor!kirishima to cuddle with me. Please? I'm begging u.

Humbly yours,

Grace

My darling Grace, what a privilege it is to create a potion for you; truly it makes me so very happy whenever you walk into my shop and interact with me. 💛💛 Now... lets see what I can do....

It wasn’t what you had expected when you first moved into this old apartment building - it was beautiful sure, but it definitely lacked some of the more modern functions you were used to. Like an elevator to make going to the third floor with groceries less of a hassle. And, more importantly, being able to control your own heating.

Your landlord told you something along the lines of ‘it’s an old building so we have to be careful, heat only goes on once the weather gets really cold.’ And well, here you were, mid-autumn and shivering every time you came home., unable to get yourself to warm up easily, and at the mercy of your landlord who clearly does not get chilled as quickly as you.

It wasn’t all miserable though; at least that was what you kept telling yourself. The building was in a good location, it was only 3-stories so there weren’t many units making the chances of running into someone in the hallway, having the building washing machines taken up, or getting a bad neighbor really slim.

And speaking of neighbors, did you hit the jackpot.

Ejirou Kirishima lived on your floor, right next door to you. And not only was he a sight for sore eyes, but being a pro hero meant he was more than willing to help those in need - even if being in need meant carrying a few boxes up for you.

And embarrassingly so, that was how you met. When you slowly ascended the stairs for the millionth time, you guessed the noise piqued his interest because when you turned the corner there he was - standing in all his tall and strong glory.

You played it coy; not wanting to seem desperate. As well, as not wanting to waste the time of your new neighbor and perhaps have to owe him a favor down the line. But he was insistent, in that charming and sweet way, that it seemed even more rude to decline his offer.

And since then he has become a knight in shining armor of sorts for you. Able to provide you with some assistance over your first week as you struggled to put your new furniture together. Was there to surprise you with packages that might have been stolen if left outside, and overall was a friendly face to greet you when you came home.

Needless to say, you had a bit of a crush. And judging by what your friends were telling you, he had one too.

But having a crush wasn’t going to help you with the heating issue you now faced. Kirishima couldn’t help you, the only one that could was your landlord, and judging by the number of texts he elected to ignore on the subject you knew you were bound for a very long and unenjoyable fall season.

And it wasn’t like you could plug in a space heater either. Those things were unstable in homes that had good, and new, wiring let alone the ancient building you resided in. All you could do was buy a few heated blankets and bundle up.

But some nights were just too cold; and you awoke during the middle of them, unable to will - or warm - yourself back into slumber. Causing the next day ahead to be a wash as you struggled to even cope with the lack of sleep. Some nights it even made you cry with how frustrated you felt about it all - that you were the only one losing precious sleep and enjoyment of your new place because of your landlord's actions.

Tonight was one of those nights. Tossing and turning and curling yourself into tight balls to try and keep what little warmth your blankets could provide, but ultimately failing. Frustrated tears pricked your eyes and you finally gave up; finally stopped trying and sat up in your bed. Your mind was racing at what you could do to try and get warm.

Your first thought of a hot shower or bath, but quickly dashed that idea at the thought of being both wet and cold. The next was to try and wear all your warm sweaters and layer up, but that idea was also dashed over how uncomfortable it would be - and difficult to remove.

Finally, you caved and went to the one person who had been fixing all your problems.

Gingerly you knocked on his door, so quietly that it could barely be heard - maybe you did it to give yourself an excuse to walk away and abandon the idea while you still had the chance, or maybe because you didn’t want to risk waking anyone else - you wouldn’t know for sure. Your mind was too occupied with trying to get warm once more.

It felt like an eternity, but still, when his door swung open it still took you by surprise. It caused your body to turn rigid as wide eyes glanced up at him - he was still in his uniform, so you supposed you caught him just as he was getting home from a late patrol - and you couldn’t miss the confusion that etched across all his features as he regarded you.

You tried to speak, to explain what was going on - you had practiced a speech before the door opened to help - but alas words were failing you and you stood shivering in his doorway.

“It’s almost 3 am… everything okay?” Kirishima finally spoke, breaking the tension as it was clear you were unable to.

Part of you wished he hadn’t, that you could move your frozen legs away and pretend like this never happened. Because that awkward encounter you would have faced the next day would have been much more tolerable than what your bodied did manage to do; and that was to cry.

“Oh! Hey, hey! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you upset!” Kirishima blurted, as he rushed to pull you closer; his hands coming to rest on your face to wipe away your tears “What’s going on, huh? You can tell me? You’re not hurt are you?”

You shook your head ‘no’ wishing you could actually say something rather than hiccuping pathetically, but you supposed your frustrations had grown to surpass any logic or reason.

“Then what is it?” Kirishima soothed, patting down your hair to try and calm you down further.

“C-cold… so cold…” You finally managed to blurt out, moving just a little bit closer to him to try and steal some of his warmth.

“Oh… that bad huh?” He waited for a breath to see you nod before following suit “I know, the guy is a real piece of work sometimes…. Come on, let’s get ya inside and see if I can’t help just a little, hm?”

He led you inside once you nodded your head in agreement; hand instinctively reaching to cling to his muscle shirt in an attempt to keep him from straying too far - not that he would in your current state. He sat you down in his room, picking up a blanket to wrap around your shoulders as he searched in his closet.

“I think I have an old Riot hoodie for you, that you can use… it might help… yeah here we go! Let’s get this on ya.” He smiled, scrunching the fabric in such a way to make slipping it over your head “Now let’s see if I can’t - oh!”

Your hug caught him by surprise as you clung to him once more, burying your face in his chest and wrapped your arms around him; it made him freeze as he wondered what he should do, if it was all alright with you or if you were doing all this because your state of mind wasn’t sound.

But his doubts were squashed when he heard your little mumbles of “So warm… cuddle me please..?”

And who was Kirishima to say no to your request for his help? Especially when you asked him so sweetly? He was a man after all, and though it wasn’t the manliest thing to do, to jump so quickly on board with such a delicate scenario, he couldn’t help himself.

“Alight, alright, come on now… let's get comfy, okay?” He mumbled, gingerly taking you in his arms and placing you underneath his covers; allowing you to snuggle deeply into him and his sheets.

“Sweet dreams, okay?” He mumbled before placing a kiss on your forehead.

Enjoy~ 💛

#i hope you like this gracie #well....i mean I know you do #but still!#writing little bits of fluff is so much fun for me #so thank you for allowing me to do so #🔮.the peddler posts #🔮.a carefully brewed potion #kirishima eijirou #mha kirishima eijirou #bnha kirishima eijirou #mha kirishima #bnha kirishima #kirishima x reader #kirishima ejiro x reader #kirishima fluff

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Haru Maeda Info

Name: Haru Maeda

Codename: Eos

Gender & Pronouns: Cis Woman (She/Her)

Orientation: Bisexual

Age: 20

FC: Shioli Kutsuna

Background

For the circumstances, Haru had a pretty normal early childhood. She was the second child of her poor and single mother, Kayoko, the result of a trist with a Yakuza member, Kenshin Hayashi, who disappeared from the family's life shortly after the pregnancy begun. Her big sister Ayumi, 11 when Haru was born, frequently took care of her as their mother worked long hours to provide for the family.

Both her sister and mother tried to shelter her from the severity of their situation, which did keep her free of the eight of that and free to pursue her interest in plushies and sailor moon, but also prone to accidentally making trouble. Ranging from telling the landlord about damage that they were trying to hide, to getting caught shoplifting.

When she was 8 her mom was in a relationship with another Yakuza, Michi Kimura, one who was abusive towards Kayoko. Haru however didn't know that, and actually got along well with the man, who then mentioned her to some of his friends, incidentally including her biological father who decided that he did actually want the kid after all.

All she ended up knowing as the family was stalked over the next year was that they had somebody after them, no real explanation of who or why. Haru withdrew on herself and frequently spent her whole weekend just locked in her and Ayumi's room playing with dolls. It was one of those weekends when she heard someone break into the apartment, it was the ex and her father, who had knives pointed at her mom. She tried to run but her dad grabbed her and dragged her away kicking and trying to scream as her mom was killed.

Kenshin Hayashi was not a good father, incredibly codependent and unequiped to handle the needs of a child. Haru got brought along to bars and the various businesses the clan owned and exposed to many of his crimes. Around most of the clan she was practically silent, never beginning a conversation and only answering in one word responses. Around Kenshin and his regular crew, she was incredibly hot headed towards their rivals, normal civilians, and even police; and then very reckless in general.

It was at the age of ten that Kenshin took her out to the outside of the city and taught her how to use a gun, he wanted her to be able to defend herself. She took to it well and soon was learning other weapons and how to throw a punch from him and some of his crew. Kenshin let her hold onto the FN Five-seven he taught her with.

She had grown to despise Michi, who delighted in tormenting her in a 'jovial' way when Kenshin wasn't around. When she was elven after a night of drinking that left Kenshin unconscious, Michi decided to whisk her off from home for reasons Haru would never find out. As they walked the streets of the city the air was thick with dread when suddenly some rivals of the clan ambushed them both. Haru hid among the garbage and watched as Michi fought the three, it almost seemed like he was winning. From her hiding spot she drew her gun, and fired a bullet into Michi's heart, then ran back home and told Kenshin that the ambush had killed Michi.

Afterwards that recklessness and hot headedness started showing itself around everybody, and she was breaking out of her shell. If she took her surroundings and what she had done seriously, it would have ate her alive, so she started taking everything as a joke. Kenshin missed the obvious signs of extreme trauma and thought this all was a change for the better.

In tagging along on Kenshin's jobs she started joining in on the fights, and while if she got caught by somebody she'd be in a lot of trouble, her speed kept her out of reach and her shocking force (mostly through her gun or by sneakily stabbing people before they realize she's in the fight) kept her mostly safe.

Given Kenshin's general dysfunction Haru ended up doing the little tidying up the apartment ever received, and as she did so one day when she was thirteen she found a poster for an underground boxing fight, one of the competitors was a woman named Ayumi, and the date matched an upcoming job Kenshin didn't want her coming along for. She came to the conclusion that Kenshin was going to kill Ayumi.

When Kenshin came home from the corner store, she shot him dead with her FN Five-seven. She then ran before the police arrived. With nowhere to go, she slept on the streets with one eye open.

She tried to look for Ayumi, but between having to fight to survive on the streets and nobody taking her seriously, she made no real headway in that. However her attempts, along with the fights she won on the street, and the Yakuza clan after her, caught the attention of the powers that be (by default a member of the high table) who recognized her as a combat prodigy. Wakana Miyajima, the chairman of her own Yakuza clan and member of the high table (/other global crime group) took her in.

For the first time in her life she left the immediate area of Osaka as Miyajima took her to a small island the Miyajima clan owned. It was there that at first Haru was given time to recover from her time on the street, plenty of food to eat, as many hot baths as she wanted, some peace. Slowly though Miyajima had her trained in combat, and convinced her that Ayumi would be better off without her, her place was with the clan and the high table.

Haru wasn't hard to sell on this, desperate for the approval and thus love from the adults in control of her, and full of guilt over everything that happened to her. She was molded into a kamikaze fighter who'd be used for mass destruction.

Her first mission was three years after she got taken in, it was fast and brutal and a success. She continued to be successful on her missions and became a useful tool to the high table despite her quirks.

Currently she's doing her job and exploring the nightlife of the globe in her time off. Unaware that out there in the world, Ayumi still is searching for her.

Personality

Haru is an upbeat and jovial person at a first glance, loud and frequently at the center of attention with her reckless stunts and acting out. She acts out the role of a brat with no real concern for others or anything other than her own enjoyment of life. However she can be a lot of fun to be around for those wanting an enabler or something shallow.

Under that is a terrified and traumatized girl trying to survive a world that seems to want to eat her alive. She is desperate for the support and affection of anybody with control over her, and will do nearly anything to keep them happy. However she'll go behind their and anybody else's back to protect herself, and she'll lie about it.

She is incredibly hot headed when things don't go her way or when people make rude remarks about her. She yells and might even escalate to throwing a fist depending on the severity of the slight and her mood before hand. She also has a lot of trouble forgiving or forgetting when people have wronged her, instead holding onto that for years.

Abilities

Marksmanship: She has had experience with most conventional guns on the market and knows how to weld them. She is good at dealing with recoil and keeping control of her guns, she also knows how to double weld, though with her aim severely suffering. She favors spray and pray tactics and thus submachine guns and assult rifles.

Knife Combat: She knows how to effectively weld a knife in combat. She also knows how to hide one on her person.

Hand To Hand Combat: She’s specifically trained in street fighting.

Stealth: She knows how to blend in with a crowd, avoid notice while in restricted areas, and concel herself with her surroundings.

Multilingualism: She speaks Japanese, and English.

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suckitsurveys · 2 years

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What colour is the photo frame closest to you? I have a clear 3D photo frame with pink glitter in it, and a small white “clipboard” style frame with red hearts on my desk.

Are your pets asleep right now, if you have any? There’s a 1 in 3 chance at least one of them is sleeping.

Would you have any idea what your parents are doing right now? Well, my mom is dead, so I know what she’s (not) doing. And my dad is more than likely asleep because he’s retired and sleeps in til like 10am.

How many windows (roughly) does your house have? My apartment has 6 windows.

Do you have a good relationship with your cousins? I am close with a couple of them.

What was the last kids movie you saw? Halloweentown.

Do you know anyone who was born in Africa? If I remember correctly, one of my sister’s friends was.

Have you ever been to an internet cafe? Yes.

Are there any upcoming events for you to look forward to? Halloween activities!!

Has the year gone quickly for you so far? Oh yes.

How many siblings does your significant other have? Two.

Are you one of those people who can drink vodka straight? I mean, I can do a shot, but not like, a whole drink.

Have you ever done three or more shots in a row? In a row? Nah.

Do you share a middle name with any of your friends? Nope. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone with my middle name.

What was the last movie you saw in theatres? Bodies Bodies Bodies.

Are you interested in international politics? I keep up to an extent but generally, no, I am not “interested” in it.

How many pairs of jeans do you own? 4.

When was the last time you showered? Sunday. I think our landlord needs to come look at the water heater because the hot water only works at a very low water pressure and it makes it almost impossible to shower.

Do you know the name of the pharmacist at your local drug store? Nope.

What was the first cellphone you had and how old were you when you got it? It was a Nokia. I was like 15 or 16.

Do you use public transport in your town or city? When I need to, yeah.

Have your parents ever worked in a factory? Yes, my dad used to work in the Green River bottling plant.

Do you have several best friends? A small handful.

How many lights are in the room you’re in? Two, controlled by the same switch.

Is there a Hard Rock Cafe in your town or city? Yes.

Do you eat fast food more than once a week? I have before but I don’t generally.

What flavour is your toothpaste? Toothpaste flavored.

Have you ever shared a shower or bath with someone as an adult? Yes, with my husband.

When was the last time you had a bubble bath? It’s been a while.

Are you sleepy right now? Always.

How big is your backyard? It’s not huge but it is a decent size for being in the city.

Do you know anyone with Tourette’s Syndrome? Yes.

What time does your alarm wake you up in the morning? I have like 93249749327292 alarms on work days.

What was the last zoo you visited? Lincoln Park Zoo in Chicago.

Do you like crime films and tv shows? Not especially.

When you shop, do you take a basket or a cart (trolley)? Depends on how much I plan on buying.

Have you ever tasted milk straight from the cow? No.

What’s your favourite sleeping position? Stomach.

What colour is the bra you’re wearing? Beige.

Have you ever seen A Clockwork Orange? Yes.

Are you bitter about anything? My brother in law existing.

Do you like to make games out of chores to make them more enjoyable? Nah.

How many letters are in your best friend’s surname? 8, 6, 5, 10.

Is there anything in your possession that probably shouldn’t be? No.

What is your favourite flavour of yoghurt? Plain ol’ vanilla.

What was the first online account you remember having? Yahoo mail.

Do you listen to music to fall asleep? No.

Where did you go last time you left your town or city? To work.

Do you use emojis? Occasionally.

Have you ever wanted to be a lawyer? Nope.

What percentage of battery does your phone currently have? 76%

What was the last type of soda you drank? Root beer.

How far away from your house is your favourite place to shop for clothes? I don’t really have a favorite.

Do you have supplies handy right now to draw something if I told you to? Sure.

Have you ever been married? Yep, I’ve been married for 5 and a half years.

What does your deodorant smell like? Just a generic deodorant smell.

Is your bedroom more messy or clean at the moment? It’s in between.

Do you use Twitter? Yep. Go follow me. suckit_nerds.

Are you any good at baking cakes and cookies from scratch? Eh, I can manage.

Is there a floor lamp in your bedroom? Yes.

What does most of your weekly or fortnightly income go towards? Various things.

Have you ever been to another continent? Nope.

Do you have any hidden piercings? (this includes bellybuttons) Nope.

What month is your birthday? September.

What can you hear right now? The low hum of a fan.

#surveys #at work

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enderpearlgirl1005 · 10 months

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Princess Polly And Pirate Pats Birthday Bash

Chapter 1 New Job

(Before we start I wanna thank my friend who is on wattpad glitchandlolbitshow for making two of the OCs mentioned in this book know as Vex and Velvet! They where also kind enough to give me their OC Coral who will be introduced in later chapters! With that being said enjoy the book!)

It was a beautiful, hot summer day in Los Angeles, however for a certain woman it wasn't such a good time. In an apartment complex a woman was looking through many ads for jobs.

Her hair was a mess and she looked outright stressed and exhausted from all the job hunting she has been doing in the past few days. As the woman named Katie looked through the ads she heard someone knocking on her apartment door.

She sighed before getting up and walking up from her kitchen table to her apartment door. She unlocks the door and opens it up to see her landlord standing right outside of her door.

"Oh hello sir! Um... what brings you here to my door?" Katie asked nervously but respectfully.

"I came to give you your last eviction notice. Kat you're running out of time to be living here. I know you're job hunting right now, but you need to wrap it up ASAP and start paying your rent or else I'll have no other choice but to evict you from here." The Landlord explained sternly while Handing Katie her last eviction notice.

Katie took the notice with fear and dread written all over her face as she looked over the paper. The Landlord then left to go somewhere else in the apartment, leaving Katie with even more stress on her plate than before. Katie sighed before going back into her apartment and set the notice along with all the other unpaid bills on her counter.

She sat back down at the table and buried her head in her hands before letting out a hopeless sigh that almost sounded like crying. Katie knew that she was running out of time before she's kicked out of the apartment.

"Way to go to Katie, move to the big city, don't worry mom and dad, I'll find a great job with a robotics and mechanics degree! Ugh! What am I going to do? I can't find a job with my college degree that easily, I'm late on the rent, and I'm about to get evicted from my apartment!" Katie said to herself listing down all her current problems.

Katie sighed again feeling helpless in her current situation, she then went back to looking through the papers on her desk hoping to find any kind of Job that'll pay her and keep her from getting evicted. After about a minute of looking Katie spotted an ad for an old children's entertainment industry she went to when she was younger.

The Ad said "Princess Polly and Pirate Pats Birthday Bash! Now hiring a security guard and maintenance worker." When Katie saw that her eyes lit up as this was exactly the kind of Job she needed.

"Oh my god! I remember this place! I used to go here when I was younger! It was so much fun! Princess Poly is so kind, caring, and sweet and Pirate Pat is so brave, adventurous, and very protective of his treasure!" Katie said as she remembered the old days of when she went to the old entertainment center.

It has been years now since she last went there. She wondered if it was still the same or if some changes to the place have been made.

"Hmm maybe I can sign up for the job! It'll be wonderful to work in such a wonderful and wholesome environment!" Katie said to herself.

"Wait before I go in and ask about the job, I better freshen up cause I'm a mess right now." Katie said to herself.

She then got up and went to the bathroom to clean herself up before she would go out. After bruising her hair out and putting it up in a ponytail. After that Katie went into her room to change into nicer clothes as the ones she currently wore were more for a lazy day at home.

She went for a nice pair of shorts, a Blue T-Shirt, and a pair of pink slip on shoes. The color coding is the same for the restaurant's franchise as Princess Polly's main colors are pink while Pirate Pat's colors are blue.

"Okay Katie you can do this just go in and be as professional as possible, this could be your chance to get a job and finally start paying for your rent and you won't have to go back home as a disappointment to your parents!" Katie said to herself, giving herself more confidence.

She then grabbed her purse that had her phone, keys, and wallet in it, before leaving the apartment. After leaving her apartment Katie locked the doors behind her and went down the stairs (as she lived on the fourth floor) to the parking lot outside of the building to her car. Katie got into her car, threw her purse into the passenger seat, and drove off to the entertainment center.

(Some time later)

After some time of Driving Katie arrived at her destination, she looked outside of the window and she saw the old franchise. However it looked a lot bigger than it did when she went there when she was just a child. Now the place looked like it was the same size as the mall and the sing at the front had even more characters then it did the last time she was here.

"Wow this place has changed a lot in the past few years." Katie said as she looked at the building in aw.

She then parked her car in the parking lot, and got out of it with her documents in hand as she felt like she would need them. She went into the building and was greeted by cardboard cutouts of both Polly and Pat greeting her into the building.

Katie walked past the cutouts and looked around the place as it looked much bigger than the last time she was there when she was just a little girl.

From what she could remember the only animatronics that were here was Polly and Pat around the time. Polly was made for young little girls who (like many young girls) dreamed of becoming little fairies flying through the magic meadow she ruled over.

As for Pat he was a pirate that took young boys out on adventures across the seven seas on his ship named The Seashell Sore. She remembered having so much fun on both thrilling adventures with the two bots.

Katie looked around and found a sign in, desk with someone sitting there looking at a computer. Katie walked up to the desk with her resume on hand and lightly knocked on the window of the desk getting the person's attention.

"Um hello miss, are you a new guest here? If so, just sing here and pay the guest fee, and we'll assign you as a guest here." The man at the desk explained.

"Oh no that's not why I'm here, I actually want to sign up for the job I saw on the ads." Katie explained while showing the ad to the man.

"Oh really? Well I'll call in the manager and let him know." The man said as he pushed his chair away from the desk he was sitting at, to the other side of the room that had another desk that had some papers on it.

He picked up a phone that was sitting on the other desk and dialed a number into. Katie stood there waiting for the employee to finish the call, feeling anxious about getting the job. After a while the employee rolled back over to her and told her what the manager had said.

"The big man says you're hired." The employee said.

"Um really? That fast, no interview, nothing?" Katie asked, confused and surprised.

"The big man said that the information you provided is all he needs to know, besides we're in desperate need of a mechanic and security guard, so if you're willing to work both jobs you'll get paid for both." The employee explained.

Katie, while surprised by the sudden heir without any kind of interview, decided to brush it off as she was desperate to get a paying job.

"Okay well when should I be here and isn't there something I should sing for the company or something?" Katie asked.

"The boss said he'll have those kinds of papers ready for you when you come back later today." The employee explained.

"Um, I'm starting today? When should I come?" Katie asked, getting weird out by all of this.

"He said come around 10 Pm today, that's when the building closes and the nightshift starts and that's what you'll be working." The Employee answered board with all of this.

"Um Okay well I'll be here then." Katie said before leaving the building.

'That was a very strange kind of interview, but I'm about to be evicted and I don't wanna become a disappointment to my family so I'll just accept this job.' Katie thought to herself as she went back to her car and drove back to her apartment.

(Later that day)

Kaite was once again in her car driving to the children's entertainment industry to start her first shift of the night. While she still had many questions running through her head about getting the job so quickly it seemed only too good to be true.

However the eviction notice she received that morning reminded her she's in desperate need of a job so she decided to put this all in the back of her head and just focus on the job and getting paid.

She soon arrived once again at the restaurant and when she parked and looked out of her car window she saw that the place looked kinda unsettling at night. However Katie reassured herself that it was a place for kids so the place had to be safe especially for the kids.

So she sucked it up and got out of her car before heading inside to begin her first shift of her new job. When she got inside the build only had a few lights on to allow her to see where she was going.

"Hey you the newbie?" Katie heard someone ask. She looked and saw a woman coming out of the main area where the tables and robots were.

"Um yes I'm the new mechanic and security guard." Katie explained.

"Ah good the bots that are in need of repair are in the maintenance room in the basement, I was also told to give you your work uniform and security badge that'll allow the animatronics to identify you when they enter security mode." The woman explained.

"Um security mode?" Katie said, confused.

"Yeah the company put that in the robots as a way to help keep the place safe, as there have been a number of break ins from other companies that are jealous of our robots." The woman explained.

"Ah yeah Can't blame them, when I was a kid I was always fascinated by how realistic Polly and Pat would act on stage, it almost felt like they were people in costumes instead of robots." Katie said fondly as she remembered her childhood with the animatronics.

"Hehe Yeah the same here and the new bots have made the place even more popular than ever and the company is growing day by day." The woman said fondly.

"Hehe well where is my uniform then I kinda wanna get started and see the animatronics more." Katie explained.

"Oh right, well you won't get a tour tonight as I'm in a rush to get home so I'll just show you to the maintenance room and let you get to work as Vex and Velvet are in serious need of repairs." The woman quickly explained before handing a bag to Katie that had a security uniform in it.

"Um, who are Vex and Velvet?" Katie asked.

"Polly and Pats rivals after all a hero needs an arch nemesis and the kids are starting wondering where the two of them are as they've been out of commission for almost a week now." The woman explained before she started leading Katie out into the main area.

When she went into the main eating area she looked on stage to see Polly, Pat, and all their new friends standing on stage.

The left side is where Pat and his pirate crew was along with a doorway that led into the fun filled pirate like adventures and activities kids could do as a part of Pat's pirate crew.

The right side is where Polly and her fairy friends were along with a doorway that also led to other fun filled adventures with Polly and her friends in her magical meadow.

Katie also remembered that some kids had even said that Polly and Pat were lovers which she also thought was true as well.

"Hey newbie, why are you just standing there you're not going to find the maintenance room just standing there!" The women called out.

"Oh sorry I was just remembering somethings, it's been so long since I've last been here and there are a lot more animatronics here now then there were last time I was here." Katie explained.

"Yeah I know things change a lot regarding the company so it can feel strange when you were here back when it was just Polly and Pat." The woman explained.

"It is, but I'm not here to admire robots. I'm here for the job so let's go!" Katie exclaimed, wanting to get her work started.

"Alright, that's the spirit I hope to see in a new worker!" The woman exclaimed before leading Katie to the elevator that would take them down to the basement.

Once they arrived at the basement the woman led Katie to the Maintenance room that doubled as the security room.

"Okay you'll have to repair Polly and Pat's rivals Vex and Velvet. Vex is a sea monster and is Pat's arch nemesis and he's been having joint and speech issues and his eyes are also glitching out and scaring the kids. For Velvet she's gurgling up oil out of her mouth and eyes whenever she talks and her joints are moving in all the wrong ways and it's scaring the shit out of the kids!" The woman explained.

"Oh dear, that's not good! I'll take a look and see what I can do to fix the two of them." Katie said reassuringly.

"Thanks now just change into that uniform and get to work, I gotta get home now for a family emergency. Good luck and hope you can fix them." The woman explained before she left the basement and went back upstairs.

After the woman left Katie stood there for a moment before she looked in the bag at the uniform. It had a green mechanic uniform along with a blue security guard uniform that had a hat with the companies main mascots on them (which were Polly and Pat).

Katie sighed feeling a bit strange to be working in the place she came to as a child to have fun, she also felt this feeling of unease washing over her as she stood alone in the dark basement with only the light from her work room illuminating.

"*Sigh* Come on Katie pull yourself together this is a kids entertainment industry what's the worst that could happen to me? The animatronics coming to life and trying to kill me? Ha, ahh that's stupid, from what I know the robots won't hurt me as long as I'm registered as an employee." Katie said as she went into the room to change and get started on her work.

(Meanwhile back upstairs)

The woman had just left the building entirely and when she did Polly looked up and around for anyone else in the building. After she confirmed that the cost was clear she taped Pat lightly on his shoulder pad getting his attention.

"Um uh I'm not late for class am I?!" Pat asked confused and dazed as he just woke up.

"Pat loves it's night and everyone has left so we can move around now." Polly explained.

"Oh right, ugh I hate this I want out of this whole fiasco!" Pat complained as he stretched to get his joints working properly.

"Me too but we can't and now there's a new security guard who's also going to fix Vex and Velvet." Polly explained.

"Oh dear... well I hope the guard will be alright and I hope she can fix Vex and Velvet cause the gang isn't complete without them!" Pat exclaimed, worried about his friends and the new worker.

"We'll see what she can do for them, but for now we'll just wake everyone else up and try to enjoy ourselves before the security mode activities." Polly explained to her lover.

"Alright... but I also hope we can get out of this cause as much as I wanted to entertain children... this isn't how I wanted to do it." Pat said sadly as he looked at his robotic body.

Polly gave him a sympathetic look before hugging Pat and reassuring him with her calm sweet voice that she used to sing to children.

"We'll fix this and we'll get out as well, along with everyone else who's in this boat." Polly reassured Pat as she hugged him.

Pat smiled softly as he turned to Polly before hugging her back and giving her a slight metal kiss on her robotic head.

#animatronics #fear #horror #mystery #supernatural #tension #mystery thriller

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vigilethefabulous · 1 year

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Attempts to fight my extremely sensitive sense of smell

I kinda want to documwn this for my friends, since I'm the first one among us to get pregnant.

Oh and yeah, I'm 14 weeks pregnant. :) But announcing it here is OK because there isn't really anybody else around.

Anyway, back to the point of this post. Starting at 8 weeks, I've been having an extremely sensitive nose. Anything that is cooked in our apartment somehow sticks to the walls and stinks to high heaven for days. I can't even enter the kitchen anymore without gagging (though I've learned that breathing through my mouth helps if I really have to venture into the kitchen).

Just the other day, my husband and I went for a walk to the nearby bakery to have some cake and beverage because he noticed that I have an appetite for sweets (and nothing much else). It was tasty, the cake. And we were both pleased that I finished my slice - I haven't been finishing anything savory recently. But when we got back to the flat, the moment he opened the door and the odor of yesterday's cooking hit my nose, all that good cake went down the toilet.

That story actually indicates that my attempts at combating my hypersensitive nose has yet to be successful. But let me at least tell you about the things I've tried:

Airing the flat

Charcoal

Citrus fruits

Airing the flat

Airing the apartment is a very common practice in Germany. Most landlords insist that tenants "luften", i.e. air their whole apartment, multiple times a day. And by airing, I mean opening all the windows for at least five minutes. The purpose is to allow stale air to leave the apartment and fresh air to come in, and also, to let all the moisture inside the flat out, avoiding molds. Molds are a big thing here in Germany, and can cause health risks - something I learned the hard way.

Similar to airing clothes to remove unpleasant smell, airing the apartment is usually good enough to remove an unwanted stench... When you're not pregnant. In my case, airing the apartment does nothing, except make me cold (winter is no excuse not to luften).

Charcoal

Something my mom suggested was to place bowls or charcoal around the flat. Apparently, charcoal can absorb unpleasant odors. An easy Google search will tell you that activated charcoal is the most effective for odor removal, but I didn't know how to get that so I settled for normal charcoal.

My husband and I went to the nearest depot and bought a medium-sized bag of charcoal from the grill section. We thought that was a lot of charcoal. But actually, it only filled several bowls. The big bowl I left inside the kitchen, and the rest I spread around the hallway, the second stinkiest part of our flat.

Did it work? Well, I guess a little. But it wasn't really enough to make be breathe easily in the apartment without gagging. But maybe I also did it wrong. Maybe the air near the floor was fresh, but not further up. Maybe, I should've put the bowls at nose-level? That would require some furniture shopping since we didn't have that many tables in the apartment.

Long story short: operation charcoal was a failure. (And suddenly we had all this charcoal that we didn't know what to do with - grilling in the winter isn't really a thing.)

Citrus fruits

My mom also suggested: when there is something that smells icky, that I get myself a citrus peel (like a clementine or lemon peel) and smell it. It works. The downside is that I'd always have to have a fresh rind with me, and would have to smell it constantly.

At the beginning, it was not such a big downside, because clementines (aka. ponkkan in Filipino) were one of the few things I actually could eat a lot of. Whenever I got hungry or nauseous, I'd eat a clementine. Which means, I always had clementine peels nearby. And many of the rooms I stayed in had peels lying around, which probably made the room smell like oranges.

Gradually though, I started getting tired of clementines (after eating dozens a day), and the fiber in them started to leave a bitter taste in my mouth. So I waned off of them for a bit, and had less and less access to citrus peels. Seems like a waste peeling a clementine only for the skin, and I can't expect my husband to eat it (he already eats everything else I can't finish). So smelling citrus peels works, but wasn't a very sustainable solution.

My mom-in-law, however, suggested another way. She said I should try peeling and slicing lemons and placing them in bowls around the house. A similar concept to the charcoal, except it's not to absorb the bad odor, but to cover it with a pleasant smell.

I thought that might work, because I recalled that the rooms where I ate clementines in did have a nice orange-y smell shortly after. The question is how long the smell will last, and how many fruits do I have to cut up per day to keep it up.

I only started this strategy a few hours before writing this, so I can't tell you yet whether it is successful, or for how long. I can tell you though that a few hours after placing two small bowls of peels and slices of one lemon, it still smells stinky in our hallway, and I don't smell anything citrus. Maybe it takes more than a few hours to work. Or maybe I have to peel the lemon in the hallway instead of in a relatively odor-free room. Or maybe, it has to be nose-level. I'll test the different theories, with different amounts of lemon, and give an update. 👍🏽

Fingers crossed!

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fullycarpetclean · 1 year

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sdrytuhgjh · 1 year

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What Is the Best Pet to Have When Living in an Apartment?

When deciding whether or not to get a pet, many people are stopped in their tracks by one question: what is the best pet to have when living in an apartment? The answer, of course, is that there is no definitive answer. It really depends on your lifestyle and preferences. However, we’ve compiled a list of the best pets to have when living in an apartment, based on various factors such as space requirements, level of activity, and more. So if you’re looking for a furry (or scaly) friend to join your home, read on for our top picks for the best pet supply store near me to have when living in an apartment.

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The Worst Pets for Apartments

There are some pets that just don't do well in apartments. Here are a few of the worst pets for apartments:

1. Dogs - Dogs need a lot of space to run around and exercise. If you live in a small apartment, your dog is likely to feel cramped and unhappy. Additionally, dogs can be very loud, which can be a problem for your neighbors.

2. Cats - While cats don't need as much space as dogs, they still need some room to roam. Additionally, cats can be very destructive, scratching furniture and carpets. They also tend to have litter boxes, which can be a smelly addition to your apartment.

3. Birds - Birds are another pet that needs some space to fly around. If you keep your bird in a small cage, it is likely to become frustrated and unhappy. Additionally, birds can be very loud, which can again be a problem for your neighbors.

4. reptiles - Reptiles such as snakes and lizards can be challenging to care for in an apartment setting. They require special lighting and heating requirements that can be difficult to maintain in a small space. Additionally, many people are afraid of reptiles, so having one as a pet might not make you too popular with your neighbors!

How to Care for Your Apartment Pet

As much as we love our furry (or not so furry) friends, sometimes apartment living isn’t conducive to having a pet. But if you’re determined to have a pet and live in an apartment, there are certain animals that are better suited for smaller living quarters. Here are a few pets that do well in apartments, along with tips on how to take care of them:

Cats: Cats are one of the most popular pets for apartment dwellers because they’re relatively low maintenance. They don’t need to be taken for walks and can usually be left alone for long periods of time without getting into too much trouble. The key to keeping a happy and healthy cat in an apartment is to make sure they have enough space to roam and plenty of things to keep them entertained, like climbing trees or perches, scratching posts, and toy balls.

Dogs: While some dog shop near me do better in apartments than others, there are many breeds that can be happy living in small spaces as long as they get enough exercise. Breeds like the Affenpinscher, Australian Terrier, Basset Hound, Beagle, Boston Terrier, Brussels Griffon, Bull Terrier, Cairn Terrier, Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, Chihuahua, Chinese Crested Dog, Clumber Spaniel, Cocker Spaniel (American), Dachshund (Miniature), English Toy Spaniel, French Bulldog,

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sydneycleanservice · 1 year

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Bond Cleaning Services - What You Need to Know

If you are moving out of your apartment and looking for bond cleaning services Sydney, there are many factors to consider before making a decision. Read on to learn about Cost, Guaranteed results, and Professionalism. If you need a bond cleaning service, contact an expert. Bond cleaning Sydney can be a complex process, so it is imperative to choose a service with experience in this field.

End of Lease Cleaning

If you have just moved out of your rental property and need to ensure that you get your deposit money back, you may want to consider getting bond cleaning services for your end of lease cleaning. These professionals will be able to ensure that your place is spotless and you get your deposit money back 100%. It's also crucial that you find a cleaning service that has a good reputation.

When hiring a bond cleaning service, a team of professionals will arrive on time, armed with all the necessary cleaning supplies and equipment. They will thoroughly check each area and note any areas that need special attention. For example, the kitchen will need to be cleaned inside and out, including the stove and oven. The cooker top and knobs will need to be scrubbed and cleaned, and the oven and cupboards will need to be wiped and sanitised. The entire kitchen area should be spotless.

Cost

Bond cleaning is a daunting task. There are several factors that need to be considered before choosing a professional cleaning company. Firstly, choose a company that has a good reputation. Secondly, you should focus on the service charge rather than the price. Ask for quotes from at least three or four companies, and compare them. DIY cleaning is also possible, but it will be very time consuming and tiring.

Professional cleaners in Sydney know the importance of getting your property in tip-top condition, and follow a specific checklist. They will use the latest cleaning techniques to ensure your home is in top shape. When choosing a company to perform the end-of-lease cleaning for you, it is crucial that you choose professionals with extensive experience and training. This means they know how to handle even the most stubborn stains and use the most up-to-date tools.

Professionalism

Bond cleaning is a task best left to the professionals. It involves specific training, specialized approach and the right products to use. The professional cleaners of Bond Cleaning Services Sydney follow a specific checklist and ensure that your property is sparkling and ready to move into. They also use green products that won't harm your property.

A bond cleaning company will make sure that your property is pristine and meets the landlord's standards. The professionals at these companies use advanced equipment and the latest cleaning techniques. With their experience and expertise, they ensure that you receive the full bond amount from your landlord.

Guaranteed Results

If you're moving out of your rental property, you'll need to hire a bond cleaning service. This is a legal requirement that will ensure you get your deposit back when you move out. Many landlords will give back the bond if you clean the place thoroughly before leaving. Of course, it's not practical for you to do an extensive clean on your own, so hiring a bond cleaning service is a great option. These professionals can clean the unit quickly and efficiently, and leave you free to focus on other aspects of your move-out process.

Bond cleaning involves cleaning every area of the property, including carpeted areas, walls, skirting boards, cupboards, sinks, curtains, and garage. In addition to the interior of the property, exteriors and gardens must be clean as well. Professional cleaning services have the right equipment and expertise to ensure a spotless property.

Rates

When choosing a bond cleaning service, you need to find one with good credentials and a competitive price. Usually, you should compare rates from three to four different companies. It is better to hire a professional company for bond cleaning rather than do the cleaning yourself, which can be exhausting and time consuming.

Bond cleaning services are very helpful when it comes to reclaiming your bond money. The cleaning services Sydney provides are trained and use specialised equipment that can get the job done right the first time. Moreover, these professionals use eco-friendly cleaning products and techniques. So, you can be rest assured that your bond will be returned to you.

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alamin1970 · 2 years

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Why Do You Need Professional End of Tenancy Cleaning Services In Dublin

Moving out of the house you have been living in for a long time can be stressful. You will be required to clean your home before moving out so that it is pristine when you leave. If you do not clean your house thoroughly, then there are high chance that you might get penalized by your landlord or even lose your valuable security deposit.

Why Do You Need Professional End of Tenancy Cleaning Services In Dublin?

Professional end of tenancy cleaning services is an excellent choice for anyone looking to move out of a property while getting their full deposit back. The professionals know how the process works and what it takes to get the job done correctly and give you your deposit back.

Professional cleaning services are more reliable than doing it yourself. This is because professional cleaners have experience and know precisely what they're doing when cleaning your home after moving out of it. Their methods are tried-and-true, and you can be sure your home will be as clean as possible with no surprises.

Professional cleaners are more thorough than DIY cleaners because they're trained in everything from basic chores like vacuuming carpets or mopping floors to deep cleaning sofas, mattresses, and other furniture elements that need special attention during an end-of-tenancy procedure. Like those involved with getting an apartment ready before moving into new premises or simply making sure all surfaces, including kitchen cupboards, look sparkling clean again after tenants leave any messes behind them!

Ensuring your home is in pristine condition when moving out can be very stressful.

It is essential to clean your home before moving out. If you do not get your deposit back, it could cost you thousands of pounds.

Professional end of tenancy cleaning services in Dublin have been providing a comprehensive range of services that can help you get your deposit back and ensure that none of the items in your home are damaged by the move.

You are worried about the furniture and other items that you own.

You need to know that all your belongings will be safe from the clutches of vandals, thieves, and other people who can damage or destroy them.

You are worried about the condition of your home after you move out. Landlords need to inspect your home before giving back the keys to their property to determine whether or not it was left in good condition by their tenant(s).

You want to leave your home in a clean condition so that when someone else moves into it after you vacate, they will live in an environment with minimal problems or issues that could affect them negatively over time.

You want to get your security deposit back from your landlord at the end of an agreement period without any issues whatsoever. However, it can be pretty expensive if there's any problem stemming from this matter between both parties involved.

You are also concerned about getting the security deposit back from your landlord after moving out.

Many people are concerned about getting their security deposit back from their landlord after they move out. A security deposit is typically money your landlord holds on to until you move out at the end of your tenancy agreement. The money is used as compensation for any damage caused to the property during your tenancy, whether intentional or accidental.

If you have a good relationship with your landlord and know that you are responsible, then they will not be too worried about returning this money to you at the end of your tenancy. However, if there were any problems during your stay, this could cause problems receiving all or part of the security deposit back from them.

Many tenants try to clean their homes on their own before leaving.

Many tenants try to clean their homes on their own before leaving. They are not aware of the importance of having a professional cleaning service, do not know the right way to clean their home, and do not have the right tools to clean it. In addition, most tenants do not have trained cleaners who can ensure that all areas in the house are cleaned properly. Some tenants even buy cleaning products from shops that may damage your health or the environment.

They do not know that by doing so, they are putting themselves at risk of losing their valuable deposit.

The risk of losing your deposit is a very real one. Tenant's deposits are supposed to be used as compensation for any damage caused to the property and cleaning services performed. However, there are cases where tenants have been charged for damages they didn't commit and haven't received a full refund for cleaning services that were done. This can lead to disagreements between landlords and tenants, which sometimes result in legal disputes.

A move-out cleaning service can relieve you from all of your worries.

A professional end of tenancy cleaning service can help you to get your deposit back. This is especially true if the property has been left in disarray and the landlord or property management company is unwilling to return your money. The fact of the matter is that many landlords agree that they will not give back a deposit if there are any issues with cleaning after a tenant moves out. With this being said, they may take advantage of this situation and refuse to give you your full deposit back because they know there isn't anything you can do about it. However, we'll ensure that all repairs are made before we leave by hiring an end-of-tenancy cleaning service such as ours at the End of Tenancy Cleaning Dublin. So that when it comes time for inspection by your landlord/landlady/property manager etc., it'll be clear as day what needs addressing so everyone can move on with life!

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nuggets-and-french-fries · 2 years

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Update on this page.

This is going to be long so if you want to skip, that’s totally fine.

Two weeks ago, my mom and I house sat for some friends which was good but it became annoying near the end. The one thing I wanted to do when I got back from house sitting was decorate my room for fall. Yes, I know that it’s too early and all the B.S but when I needed a different scenery so to speak. Anyway, I had planned to do that last Tuesday but things popped up and I couldn’t do it which was fine because I knew I could do that this Thursday when we came home. Figured I could escape and have fun with that.

Yeah right!

Going back a few weeks, my mom found a thing where you could donate Plasma and earn some money. We both talked about it and loved the idea of helping others and earning some extra cash. The only thing you need is your SIN (social insurance number). That being said, this is where shit hits the fan.

I told mom that I didn’t remember getting a card when we moved back to Canada five years ago. I only remember getting a paper sheet. Anyway, I’m not going to get into that little convo but when we got home on Thursday, I saw that I still had garbage on my desks so I organized that and got rid of garbage.

I was really happy when that was done because my desks were organized. I went downstairs to get food and mom said that I needed to find the SIN because we were going to leave it but she realized that I’d need it so that they could pay me which I totally understand but holy fucking hell, I was pissed at that point.

I can’t forget to mention that Thursday was the day that our landlords came over so that we could sign a lease and so that we could take care of other stuff. Once they left, that’s when my blood was really boiling. Not with the land lords because they are super sweet people and we love them, no, my anger is with this fucking number.

I had to tear apart my closet in the hopes of finding this little dick. When we came home that morning, my gramma had vacuumed my room and my bathroom (as well as the house for the land lords coming) and it was so nice and felt so good. Yeah, well, my room was a mess and the floors now look like nothing ever happened.

Long story short, My room is cleanish now, my small bathroom looks like a garbage dump, the decorating I wanted to do has not been done yet because in order for that to happen, my room and bathroom need to be spotless, we have book stuff to take care of and my mom who just wants to write the books and not worry about the technical stuff has basically given all technical stuff to me which I will stress here that I don’t blame her because technology these day is bloody ridiculous and thanks God we have so many awesome people helping us out with this book.

Mom contacted the government to get the SIN for me but the kicker, I need this fucking thing by Monday when my appointment is.

With all of that and I know I’m probably forgetting lots of other things that have added to this overwhelming feeling I’ve had, I’ve proceeded to have many a meltdown over this entire thing.

So, all stories, imagines and fics are the furthest backburner I can think of until all this shit gets sorted.

I apologize for such a scrambled update but this is currently how my brain is feeling and I had to vent on here and basically let you guys know that while I’ll still be on here, I will not be posting any new works for a long while.

Thank you for your patience and for your understanding and for reading this far, if you didn’t scroll, which again, I don’t blame you for doing.

I hope that you all have a wonderful weekend and a brilliant week.

See you all soon,

Take care,

Laynna😧😰😩😠👿

P.S: I know that things will get sorted but for right now, I’m just needing things to stop. I also want to say that I am not mad at anyone, I’m more mad at the situation I have been put in. I do have amazing people in my life who have been so helpful and so supportive of not only myself but of my mom as well. Book stuff is going very very well despite all of this and both my mom and I are super excited for the future of our books etc. We are in good hands for sure.

Also, yes, I’m aware that there are probably loads of grammatical errors in this but please ignore that.

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"Moving houses" - Yandere!Billy Russo x Reader

[TW: obsessive behavior/yandere trope + an allusion to sexual assault]

SUMMARY: [continuation to 'There's something in the shadows'] Sometime after Diane breaks things off with you, and you think your life is back on track, another calamity decides to happen. When your landlord suddenly decides to raise your rent way above what you can afford, Billy Russo is more than ready to help. His plan might just be infallible.

[Continuation: 'The art of deception']

Author's note: The people have spoken. This is long overdue.

Taglist: @tnrthings

"You alright there, princess?" He noticed how absentminded you have been throughout lunch, mixing your poke bowl with disinterest. Even the avocado slices were left untouched when he knew it was the first thing you ate out of the dish. Billy had asked you to lunch so many times it quickly became a habit that the two of you met every day, same hour and same place.

"I'll have to move out," you murmured while stabbing the innocent rice dish with your spoon. "My landlord raised the rent and now I can't afford my condo. I have barely two weeks to find a new place."

Billy was a reasonably good actor for a former soldier, something he probably picked up being a businessman, and so it was quite easy for him to restrain the excited smile that was begging to come out, to express his joy at the turn of events - everything was going his way.

How much a simple phone call can do!

"So what you gon' do?" he asked in a worried tone (really, where did he learn such convincing acting?). Billy knew very well what you were going to do, sooner or later. Failure was not an option, not to him.

"I dunno," you stirred your lunch with disinterest. "A few weeks ago I would have immediately called Diane, you know? Damn, I would even be happy for a prolonged sleepover with her." You sighed heavily. Billy tightened his grip on the fork he was holding, suddenly worried that the conversation was starting to derail from what he planned. "Now that I'm telling you this, I remembered that I run to Ashton yesterday. He started to ask whether Diane and I were good? Apparently, she had been acting weird with everyone before, you know...Don't take it personally, Billy, because I really like you, a lot actually but I can't help feeling like everything is so much harder without Diane. I miss that girl."

Annoyed, Billy made a mental remark to make sure Ashton takes a longer leave from work or his mother needs emergency medical attention. That guy was definitely running his mouth a little too much. Along with those thoughts came a wave of red anger at your statement: you missed Diane? That wench that stood between him and you? That would surely dissuade you from engaging in this relationship? Or, perhaps, you simply weren't seeing it yet, your judgment maybe was still clouded by the affection you used to have towards Diane.

Yes, Billy thought to himself, she will see it soon enough. It was necessary.

"Maybe I could couch surf?" You were thinking out loud. "I probably don't even know that many people."

You really were trying his patience, although unknowingly. Couch surfing? He would never let you sleep on someone's couch, no matter how well you claimed to know its owner. Billy knew human nature pretty well and that made him sure that there was simply no one on God's green Earth he would trust with your safety. Those people on whose couches you would sleep, how could he be sure they had good intentions towards you? No, it was a dangerous gamble and if it was you the gamble was about, he wasn't taking any.

"You can stay at mine," he said in the most neutral tone he could muster, which was quite difficult: the sole thought of having you sleep at his apartment was making him beyond ecstatic.

"I can't do that Billy, you already do so much for me," you vaguely shook your head as you spoke, which he found charming. "I just don't have the heart to abuse your kindness."

"I want to help you out, sweetheart," he answered.

For a moment you fell silent, thinking about his offer. Billy's eyes were stuck to you, watching your face for any indication of your decision. He had spent plenty of time playing out all possible scenarios of this conversation and preparing for each outcome. Feeling sure of himself and his subjectively infallible plan, Billy was relaxed - whatever conclusion you should come to, he knew how to make you move in anyway.

"I promise to move out as soon as I sign a lease."

No, you won't. You won't even get to that stage.

"You really are a successful businessman," you said slowly as you looked around Billy's apartment. It was worthy of being on the cover of some interior design magazine. "Maybe I won't move out," you joked, which earned a soft chuckle from him. How blissful ignorance can be.

Little did you know, that's exactly what's going to happen.

"Take the bedroom, I can sleep on the couch," he offered.

"No, Billy, this is your house! I'm not kicking you out of your bed."

"And you're my guest. I'll be fine."

"Can I at least help with the chores? I don't want to feel like I'm leeching off of you."

Although his initial plan did not involve letting you do housework, your sudden request made Billy imagine you making dinner while he comes home from work, which in turn made him question the integrity of the said former plan. The pet name "princess" that he had given you wasn't just a show of affection but rather what his obsession made him treat you like and that meant that, by default, you weren't supposed to be involved in any type of work. But the sudden conjuration of the domestic picture made Billy change his mind almost immediately.

"Alright," he said as his imagination, unattended, began conjuring new images of a homely life with you. It's not like he hasn't thought of those moments before, no, they were on his mind daily but now that you were standing in his living room, slightly embarrassed, his domestic fantasies became more real than ever.

You falling asleep on him while watching a movie; you wearing only his t-shirt around the house; him bringing you coffee in the morning, while you're barely awake...the possibilities were endless.

Evening came and Billy was reading a memoir of some secret military platoon during World War 2. Your footsteps on the hardwood floor surprised him as he thought you were already asleep. He looked up from his book as he felt the couch dip under your weight. You were wearing just a sweatshirt and leggings ending above your knees. Billy inhaled sharply, momentarily having to fight a primal urge to just take you. He was bigger, stronger than you, he could easily do it.

"Sorry for interrupting," you began in a sheepish voice. You placed a glass of whiskey he hasn't noticed before right in front of him. "But I really wanted to thank you before calling it a day. It means a lot to me that you're letting me stay, although you are a bit throwing me for a loop when you're already doing so much for me and want nothing in return...I don't know if I can ever pay you back, Billy."

"I don't want you to," he answered in a low voice. "I'm just glad I can help you out, princess."

You looked away for a moment, still feeling embarrassed about the entire situation. Billy's eyes remained glued to you, devouring the image of you being in his house, wearing pajamas and looking, to some degree, comfortable. Homely.

"Right, I should be going to sleep," you said quietly as you got up from the couch. "Gotta get me out of your hair first thing in the morning, right?"

Billy didn't answer. Instead, he smiled to himself, knowing that you're not getting out of his hair anytime soon, if ever. Now he just had to devise a plan to share his bed with you. Maybe he'll 'get drunk and accidentally fall asleep on the bed' one night?

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