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nesquiiksstuff · 6 months

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raiden + reader

humble meet insecure

fluff

multiple chapters

bending over backwards day in and day out. nails chipped, fingers swollen and raw, hardly awake—just for that effort to be ruined by you dropping food and plates on the earthrealm champion’s clothing.

Working in the Empress's Castle was a privilege.

Cleaning royal linens, arranging the flowers for his majesty's mural, tending to the gardens, preparing for grand feasts—It was a grandios job that took multiple to function. You were but a small cog, which you were reminded of constantly. Not by who you would think, no one of the royal status would ever blink an eye at you unless you were out of line. It would be other members who had more... respectable jobs in the castle. Guards, Head Maids, even your own colleagues.

That was normally the case, but now there was added pressure. It was time for the tournament or most importantly the festival for the late emperor.

Three weeks of waking up before the crack of dawn and rehearsing table dressing, serving the food, the manner in which you speak-all must be perfect.

Every step you take must be apart of the well-oiled machine of premium servitude. During this time there would never be a moment where it didn't feel as if you were stepping on eggshells. Having the strength of Outworld tested meant that pride was also on the line. Government officials who would never make the effort to bend their necks to examine your work—were now up your backside to make sure everything is polished to quality expectations. Snide comments to your work ethic would also be the new normal throughout this strenuous time.

Thankfully, it was almost over. The evening banquet was shortly coming to a close after the General’s…outburst. Servants trailed in, gracefully picking up plates and silverware. It was almost like an performance with how much repetition of order to collecting dishes had been drilled into everyone’s head. Muscle memory served you well as you whisked away used appetizer plates and wine cups that littered the table. Before you could completely step away, a hand caught your wrist.

Quickly looking up to fix your gaze on an earthrealmer who had made himself comfortable near Princess Kitana seat. A uniform smile melted onto your face, tilting your head at the man.

“Is there something I can assist you with?”

You watch as his hand began to gesture towards the Princess with a charming smile unfurling from his lips. “If you’re not too busy, can you fetch Her Majesty and I some more of this delicious wine?” He exaggerated his words greatly as he spoke—It wasn’t hard to tell that everyone seating with him used to his dramatics, some even rolling their eyes.

Nodding along to his words, “Of course, right away, sir.”

Swiftly stepping away from the dinning table and into the hall. Carrying in your arms were dishes, carefully balanced onto two trays. You couldn’t help but be grateful for not being on kitchen duty—Probably one of the most stressful tasks during and after the banquet.

On this walk you find your mind wandering about the scenery. The gold statues were polished to a beautiful shine, large floral arrangements that compliment the accessorized purple carpet with brilliant green leaves. Even if Outworld didn't win the tournament, there would be a small success with aesthetics.

Eyes completely absorbed with the beauty that you work hard to maintain, that's how you missed the flash of white appearing out of the corner of the hall. You felt time freeze as you bumped into what it felt like a brick wall. At the speeds both of you were going you found yourself practically being repelled backwards. Frantically trying to regain your balance, not for the sake of yourself but more so for the fragile and expensive porcelain. What did not help was the stranger reaching out and gripping your right forearm, truly a valiant effort but simply made you lose your grip on that side of dishes. Even though all of this seemed to go down in slow motion—It didn’t. The plates and glasses clambered down onto the floor, with you along with it.

When you properly dropped onto the floor, the grip on your forearm had been released. Irritation and horror sunk in deep into your bones, your head snapped up to glare ahead at whoever knocked you over expecting to find a guard or another servant. That is not who you found…instead time paused once more, but this it was only for you. As the man infront of you scrambled to help you up with wide eyes.

“I deeply apologize, I didn’t realize that there would be anyone coming this way—“ He pulled you up, gentle hands at your shoulders. “—I’m so sorry.”

You had spent these weeks bending over backwards day in and day out. Nails chipped, fingers swollen and raw, hardly awake—Just for that effort to be ruined by you dropping food and plates on the Earthrealm Champion’s clothing. It was almost enough for you to drown in hysterics.

You can’t tell what gobsmacked you more, the fact that you made such a rookie mistake or that he was apologizing to you. His eyebrows were pinched, those brown eyes looking at you with worry. Realizing you’ve been stunned into silence for way to long to be deem appropriate, you nod before taking a step back.

“Nono! I should be the one apologizing, sir.” You assured quickly. Of course he had to be wearing white, the orange stains practicality glowed. Sweat beads began forming on the back of your neck as you were royally fucked. Everyone’s temper was surely flared with the scene that General Shao had caused, now a lowly servant had added onto the tension. The only thing you could do was damage control.

“I can have your shirt cleaned first thing in the morning, please allow me.”

He blinked at you owlishly. “I couldn’t possibly trouble you—“

“—Please sir, it’s the most considerate thing I could do for you!” You were beginning to panic as he refused your offer, your lips were thinned as you internally plead for him to accept your offer.

“I…Alright, I suppose that’s fair. But please allow me to help you pick this up.” He motioned towards the floor.

A part of you wanted to thank him profusely, the other part wanted him to stop before you cried. What the champion was doing was kind, of course…but utterly beneath him. Your mouth opened to dismiss the idea entirely, but he was already moving to collect the fallen plates. Deciding not to argue any further, you bent down to join him.

Together it was quick for the mess to be picked up. You tried to grab the majority of the dishes but he had insisted carrying some more. Leading him to the kitchen you both walked in silence, for the man it was perhaps comfortable, but you could only imagine the stares you would get once dropping off the dishes.

You entered the back kitchen door with your head hung low, ignoring how some of the idle chatter of the staff stopped once you and the earthrealmer came through. Looking back you motioned towards one of the countertops.

“Set them over here, sir.” You guided gently putting down the dishes with a soft clank. The man’s attention was drawn back to you, he was seemingly lost in the immensity which was the Empress’s kitchen.

“This is…impressive.” He said, astonishment written on his face. “Madame Bo would approve.”

You couldn’t help the prideful smirk that curled on your lips. “Of course, everything is high end in this palace.” Nothing but the best in these walls.

The champion had let out a short laugh and nodded at your words. “I can’t say I disagree.”

The two of you worm your way out of the kitchen, now back into the hallway you turned to face him, holding out your hands. It took him a moment for him to catch onto what you were motioning for. His face scrunched up, embarrassed.

“I’m sorry…I would need another shirt.” He explained, playing with the tips of his fingers.

You battered your lashes before nodding in agreement. Before you could completely turn in your heels, “I have to inform you…We might not have anything up to the same quality of your original shirt—“ You absentmindedly rubbed your hands together as you spoke. “—But, I’ll make sure to have your shirt returned to you before anything else tomorrow.”

He looked confused as you told him before his face warped into one of amusement. “Oh, that old thing is just a working shirt…I’m not one to carry anything gaudy.” You couldn’t help how your lips formed in an ‘O’ as you slowly nodded.

You fully faced forward as you led him to a nearby but hidden closet. Storing equipment for the chefs in the kitchen. Luckily they had extra clothing, for whenever they needed a change of uniform. Shuffling through the white shirts you found one similar to his size before handing it over to him.

“Here you go, Sir. The bathrooms are not far, but if you need me to lead you—“

He shook his head, “—No, I was just there before..I knocked into you.” The man gave an apologetic smile before taking the shirt in hand.

It wasn’t completely similar to the one he was wearing now, but it’ll definitely get the job done. The man dismissed himself to the bathroom down the hall, and you waited patiently (albeit nervously considering you gave a guest serving linens). It wouldn’t take him long to return with the ruined work shirt.

“I feel as if I should still apologize, I’m truly am sorry.”

“Nonsense, sir. I should’ve been more careful.”

The champion still seemed unsure as he handed you the shirt, his eyebrows creasing further with guilt. In all honesty…You found it amusing how humble he was. Perhaps you shouldn’t be so surprised, Lord Liu Kang never seemed the type of be pretentious so why would his champion.

“Please, enjoy the banquet while you still can. And if you could, inform your friend I’ll be there with his wine.”

He nodded, a smile etching back onto his warm features.

“Of course, have a goodnight.”

The man walked away, back into the chattering dining hall. With you alone your fingertips play with the rough fabric in your hands.

“He was right…This isn’t high quality at all.”

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errmm baby’s first fic i hope you guys enjoyed!! if the grammar is off please just comment and i’ll fix it, i wrote this in one take and i’m sick + dyslexic so be patient 🙏🙏. anyways im hoping for this to be multiple parts if people decently enjoy…i pinky promise to give the reader more personality besides being anxious abt work. okay byeee :p

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #raiden x reader #mk1 #fluff #mk1 x reader #raiden x you #yk that one baths and bodyworks candle #yeah that’s what the title is from #cute meet cute #x reader #raiden #raiden mk1 #Sundrenched Linen!!

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booksandothersecrets · 23 days

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Pathetic fallacy has never before pathetic fallacied like it pathetic fallacied in the 2005 Pride and Prejudice first proposal scene. And it never will again.

#whoever made that decision….i love you #darcy is just so WET and MISERABLE and DESPERATE #UGH #and then the contrast to the sundrenched golden warm-toned clear morning at the end……….perfection #pride and prejudice #pride and prejudice 2005 #mr darcy #elizabeth bennet #jane austen #p&p 2005

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lesbianneopolitan · 1 year

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@sundrenched-smilez

I don't like that you "fixed" her being mute, like she canonically has a speaking aid, if she wanted to she could use that

like selectively mute still, sure, but idk it doesn't sit right

amazing art tho

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(Replying here because I can’t write that much in post replies- so sorry in advance)

I'm actually the first person to keep her muteness in the AUs I throw her in while coming up with different ways of communication, but with it being Cyberpunk, in which technology has advanced to turn the biological body of humans into impossible things, it just made sense that her parents would force an operation for a fix of her vocal cords when it was one of the things that her father hated about her most (asshole).

It’s not something that Neo willingly chose to fix, it was forced on her, so it’s why I went with the selective mutism in this AU opposed to how I keep her complete muteness anywhere else.

It wasn’t just a random choice of ‘I’m gonna fix her mutism because I want’, it was part of the way of thinking her parents would have in a world like Cyberpunk’s universe.

#Neo talks #sundrenched smilez #her father was way too insistent about Neo speaking to him in canon #so this isn't as far-fetched as it could feel #cyberpunk au

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heartbsl · 1 year

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alias tk pronouns she/her age 25+ timezone pst (gmt-8/7) fc wishlist erana james, tyler james williams, chase sui wonders, dylan wang/wang he di, paulina alexis themes and plots you'd like to explore class differences in bankscliff, learning to make it on your own away from home, character exploring their sexuality (angst-free), the ways only family can know you and therefore harm you (aka family drama!) your summer of '23 anthem welcome to my island charli xcx remix by caroline polachek

#site: sundrenched #sites i'm on #sundrenchedrp

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sparklehoard · 1 year

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💛 who made you gay, babygirl? 🤭💛

I totally forgot to answer the LGBT asks. I'm so sorry yall

💛 who is what made you realize you were gay?

When I was...7 I think? I saw Halle Berry walk out of the ocean in the 007 movie die another day. That was it for sure.

#ask #Sundrenched smilez #she had short hair and a bright orange bikini....#i wanted to rewind it so bad to see it again but i was watching it with a bunch of my cousins

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pilot-boi · 2 years

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fuck it, put those bento hotdog octopi in the blorbo spinner, see what makes em tick

I think things might be getting a little out of hand-

#mine #asks #sundrenched smilez

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heroicfictions · 8 months

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Living Room Music Room in Chicago Inspiration for a sizable, traditional open-concept living room remodel with brown walls, a music area, a fireplace, and a medium-tone wood floor.

#sundrenched two story pavillion #natural light #warm contemporary craftsman #designed for entertaining #upholstered doors #two pair of sofas

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ivystoryweaver · 3 months

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My Boyfriend’s Sweater

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

Steven's jumper folds you up for a rainy day long book binge

It’s fading into a cozy, Steven-scented hug

It’s intellect and nuzzles and crinkled smiles

It’s earl grey tea and clumsy snags

You adore that jumper. He adores you.

Marc’s sweater is heaven

Cologne and warm, sundrenched earth

It’s secrets millennia old

It’s the first thing on your body on a cold winter's morning - hot coffee slipped into your hand just after his tongue slips into your mouth.

It’s a shelter. As you are his.

Jake's sweater is pulled languidly over your naked body

All sweet spice and dangerously seductive

He wants your body warm, but your thighs bare

Out at night, he wears his your sweater and he is safe. He is home.

#moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #Marc Spector x you #steven grant x you #jake lockley x you

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videogamepolls · 22 days

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Requested by @sundrenched-smilez

#hotel dusk #hotel dusk room 215 #video games #gaming #video game polls #polls #tumblr polls #nintendo #adventure

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harryyskiwii · 11 months

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Summary: Harry gets overwhelmed by fans in Amsterdam and seeks comfort in you.

Pairing: Boyfriend Harry x reader

Word count: 1,403

A/N: This is my first one shot I’ve written so please let me know what you think!

Strolling through the streets of sunny Amsterdam together on a rare day off together, the heat of the June Summer beamed on your face as you and Harry walked through the beautiful city. You had never been to the Netherlands but you instantly fell in love with it; The Sundrenched canals, the plant-filled greenhouses and creative cafés had you in awe of the city.

As much as Harry loved interacting with the fans, hearing their stories of how his music helped him, some days the constant photographs, the being stopped in the street every 5 minutes and the requests from fans were a lot for him. Sure he was more than grateful for the life the fans had given him, but sometimes all he wanted to do was go on a walk for 30 minutes.

You knew something was bothering Harry. He had been fidgeting with his rings in the local coffee shop you were in and now as you were exploring through the streets, his strides were picking up pace with each step he took.

In the short 20 minutes you had been out for, Harry had been stopped on countless occasions from fans asking for photos. Usually he would say yes, but today he just wasn’t quite feeling up to it.

Hearing a voice as you walked past a row of boutiques, you turned your head to where it was coming from “Hi Harry, do you wanna take a picture?”

“Sorry?” Harry said, not catching what the person had said as he stopped to talk to them.

“Can we take a picture please?”

“Do you mind if we don’t actually?” “No, not at all. Nice meeting you Harry”

You smiled gently to the girl who seemed happy enough to even have talked to him but you could tell Harry was getting increasingly agitated. He was pleasant as always to every fan he came into contact with, but it was obvious this was weighing him down.

You squeezed his hand to let him know it was okay as you continued to walk down the street.

You must have only taken a dozen steps when you and Harry were stopped again by 2 girls.

“I wouldn’t go that way, it’s really busy” one said.

“Oh, this way?” He checked with the girls, who nodded in agreement.

“Yeah it’s really busy”

He about turned to avoid the situation, deeply appreciating the heads-up.

“Oh okay thank you”

“Have a good show Harry” one said.

“Thank you”

“You okay?” You asked quietly as you walked back in the direction you had just come. “Yeah, I think we should head back now”

“Yeah? Okay let’s go” you said, understanding Harry’s anxiousness right away.

“We can go down to the spa when we’re back if you like?” You suggested to him.

He lightly smiled at the thought “yeah sure”

You had only been walking for a few minutes when up in the distance, you saw what you thought were lines of people, creating almost like a small pathway to walk through.

“Harry!” you heard someone shout in the distance. As you looked back, the person started to run towards in your direction.

Panic spread on Harry’s face as he quickly tried to figure something out “Go round the other way, I’ll meet you at the hotel” He said quickly, as he started to run away from you.

“What?” You said, confused as to what was going on.

“Trust me, just go round the other way, it’s safer” Harry said and with that, he took off and began to run towards the crowd of people.

You thought now an odd time for a run, he was wearing his vans, the most unpractical shoe for running, but as he approached the people you knew exactly why he was running. Running away.

The girl who had shouted was now running past you, and towards Harry.

Your heart sank as you watched him run through the line of people, not stopping to converse with anyone. It was doubtful the girl would catch up with Harry but it was still scary to watch.

You turned and headed back towards the hotel and phoned Jeff immediately.

He thankfully picked up within a couple of rings. “Hey y/n”

“Jeff can you make sure security are at the hotel for when Harry comes back? He’s not far away, he’s being chased by someone he’s had to run he should only be a few minutes away”

“What? Where are you? What’s happened?” Jeff said, concern growing in his voice.

“It’s just really busy with fans, Harry’s fine, I think, but I don’t want the fans follow him back to the hotel”

“Let me get security now, are you okay though?”

“Yeah I’m fine, I’m walking the opposite way, I won’t be long”

“Okay, see you when you get back” Jeff said and hung up the phone.

Although it was only a 10 minute walk, a 5 minute run in Harry’s case, you texted him to see if he was okay.

“Smart move. Even smarter to not ask me to run with you. You okay?” You texted and sent it to him.

2 minutes later, he replied “Would of had to have called you an ambulance if you ran any longer than 30 seconds you lazy sod”

The sarcasm in his text was an indication he was alright, if he could make jokes out of you being so unfit, he was fine.

“Shut up. I called Jeff to make sure security are there for you. I won’t be long”

Once you arrived at the hotel, you were greeted by one of Harry’s security guards. You made your way up to your hotel room to find Harry, Jeff, Tommy and his head of security discussing recent events.

“I wanna be able to go out a walk myself without having you there, no offence Andy” you heard Harry say to his head of security.

He looked up when he saw you coming into the room.

“Y/n you’re back, you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine, are you?” You asked Harry.

“We’re just saying about how it might be wise to think of having security with H at all times, just while the tour is ongoing” Tommy said and you hesitantly nodded.

Harry clearly thought otherwise by his lack of response.

“I get you want to go out and be normal, I do but when you’re having to literally run away, it gets serious” Jeff said and Harry sighed.

“I gotta look out for you mate, imagine anything happened to you, or to Y/n while you’re out, you’d never forgive yourself. What do you say about having it just for touring? For this leg anyway?” Jeff suggested.

Harry took a sip of water and let out a deep breath. “Okay, but just while we’re touring and then it stops” Harry said and Jeff nodded.

“Text me when you want to go out and I’ll come for you” Andy said and Harry nodded.

“Thanks guys” said Harry and the team got up to leave. He gave each of them a hug and you thanked Jeff for his help as you saw them out of the hotel room.

“It isn’t fair” Harry said with a crack in his voice, falling on the bed.

You turned round and you saw Harry almost reduced to tears “I shouldn’t have to run away and leave you by yourself”

“Harry, I’m fine” you reassured him. You were now lying down and cuddling with him on the king size bed.

He put his arm around you to spoon you “it’s not fine, you didn’t ask for this. To be chased by fans”

“No, but I chose you. I knew what I was letting myself in for. You made that very clear, and I wouldn’t change it for the world, you know why? Because you’re my runner, you’re my track star” you mocked his earlier running episode in his vans and he let out a giant, genuine laugh, the type of laugh that you couldn’t help but giggle at.

You turned round to face him “as long as you’re okay, I’m okay. If that means dates with big burly men watching us, then so be it” you said to make him laugh.

He smiled, this time looking far more comfortable than he did 20 minutes again. “I love you” he said, pulling you in for a kiss.

“I love you too”

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles concept #harry styles masterlist #harrystyles #harry styles fandom #harrystylesoneshot #harry styles blurbs #harry styles boyfriend #harry x reader #harryyskiwii

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shyvioletcat · 15 days

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So, it’s my Birthday! This is my present to myself, a little self indulgent single parent au because it’s is my birthday and no one can stop me. I wrote this as part of the @throneofglassmicrofics prompts from last month but I never had the time to polish it off until now. This was for the prompt ambivalence and my plan is to continue this fic with more with neat little 1000 word updates. Good news is I know exactly where it’s going. So please enjoy!

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Rowan pulled up to his new place of residence at 9am sharp, just like he planned to. He had flown in from Doranelle two weeks ago and spent the majority of that time coordinating with the real estate and delivery companies so he could get into his new house as efficiently as possible. A new job had brought him to Orynth, and not one for the hustle and bustle of the city he’d found a quaint little house on the very edges of the city outskirts. It was well and truly the suburbs, but he didn’t mind. Rowan never really understood the aversion society seemed to have to them. It was quieter and less busy, more than a wall between one home and the next. What was there not to like?

A mattress and bed frame were the first on the list of things to be delivered, after that it should be his personal items that he had shipped here. Over the next week he’d be waiting on that bell to ring while he got himself settled. After that his break from work would be over and he would be ready to jump guns blazing into his new life. A fresh start was what Rowan needed and what he was determined to get.

At 9:15 there was no sign of his bed, by 9:30 he was still in a house devoid of furniture. Leaning on the kitchen counter was becoming uncomfortable and with nothing to sit on inside he’d chosen to sit on the top step of his front porch, scrolling through his phone while repeatedly looking for delivery updates. Rowan realised that ther morning sunshine was great here, maybe he’d spend his time waiting finding a chair to sit on when he sipped his morning coffee.

The sound of a screen door clanging shut from next door drew Rowan’s attention. Glancing over he saw a woman stepping down from her own porch, wearing a soft looking dressing gown with a small infant cuddled against her chest. Rowan couldn't see much more than that besides a mess of golden hair that fell down the woman’s back, catching the morning sunlight as she walked. She hadn’t noticed him, she just seemed to murmur to the baby in her arms, heading towards the bins, no doubt to set them on the curb like the other houses in the street had. Rowan watched her precariously manoeuvre the first bin one handed, and then come back for the other. That seemed to upset the baby who cried and wiggled, the bin scraping on the concrete of the driveway as the woman had to suddenly let go. Before he knew it Rowan was across his own front yard, stepping over the small line of shrubs into his neighbour’s so he could help her avoid disaster.

It caught the woman’s attention, had her looking over as Rowan got closer and said, “I can get that for you.”

The hostility in her eyes had him stopping before he could even reach for the handle. What really took him aback was how beautiful this woman was. Not that he had expected her not to be, but it was just how striking features were. Her eyes were bright with ire, only emphasising the startling colour of them. Crystal clear turquoise, like a sundrenched shoreline. Her full lips pursed in annoyance and there was a light dusting of freckles across her nose. If he was meeting this woman in some random bar he might have tried his luck. Maybe not if she was looking at him the way she was now—like she was ready to rip out his throat for no apparent reason.

“I can do it myself,” she all but barked at him. “I don’t need any help.”

Rowan backed up a step, his temper prickling at the undeserved hostility. “Certainly didn’t seem that way.”

The woman glared at him. “I don’t need your fucking judgement.”

A scoff might have escaped him if he had a little less self control. “I wasn’t—“

There was no chance to defend himself, the woman ignoring his attempts. “Don’t even bother.”

With that declaration Rowan didn't know what else to do but leave her, retreating to the safety of his lawn, just watching what would unfold next. The baby, who couldn’t be more than six months old—younger even— fussed even more as the next bin was taken down to the curb. Besides a head of thin wispy brown hair and a beige sleepsuit Rowan couldn’t determine much more about from this distance. It was outright crying by the time the woman had reached the front door where she paused to deal with the door. She saw him standing there watching, rolling her eyes with what Rowan could most accurately describe as disgust. Then they were both back inside, the cries loud enough they could still be heard from where he stood. That was not how Rowan expected his first interaction with his new neighbour to go.

All he had tried to do was be nice when she was clearly struggling. Rowan didn’t know if she had misconstrued his intentions or what, it was ending with him being less than impressed with her reaction. He was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt but being sworn at and treated with utter contempt was hard to ignore.

Rowan turned his back on the new neighbours and their house and went back to his front porch step to keep waiting. As he sat there the bitterness of mistreatment settled on him and he decided that keeping to himself was a good idea. It had been his way of life for years now—helped him survive. He was used to the solitude, there was no reason to question its perks now. So Rowan ignored the fading cries and read through reviews on a chair he was looking at, more than happy to focus on his world and nothing else.

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It’s my birthday, I can make all the drama that I want. It’s allowed 😂

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