#wc : 151

[danfengfan]

傑帕德 — 红茶館

synopsis : gepard doesnt have a girlfriend but he knows who he loves

you can't help but notice how gepard seems to be dozy these days. his grades were perfect as usual, but he's been turning his work in late. he's typically very punctual

being the amazing best friend you are, you decided to inquire more from gepard

"whats on your mind? must be thinking of your girlfriend!"

the words drop out of your mouth like accidentally dropping tea on yourself. gepard immediately gets flustered and stutters his way out

"sou, i dont have a girlfriend!"

"you dont have a girlfriend? i dont believe you! thats not possible. you're so nice… there's no way no one fancies you! perhaps there is someone but you just don't realize"

gepard can just blush more as you began praising him but he cant bring himself to confess his true feelings. yeah, there is someone but he knows who it is

he'll safeguard your heart until the end

傻 (so4 / sou4) is a term used to describe someone who has silly (foolish) thoughts

in this case it is referring to the thought being silly instead of the person being foolish

alternative : 傻猪 (so4 zyu1)

[earlykatgetsthesparrow]

rip cassie haversham you would've loved megitsune

[party-pri3st]

🎄

This party's too quiet. Everyone seems begrudgingly obligated to be here, and it's nothing like the jubilant gatherings of Pandreo's own church back home. Not being the host, Pandreo cannot lead the mood of the room. What he can do, at least, is seek commonalities in a room full of strangers. Pandreo breathes deep, settling rare nerves. There must be mages here, right? Other teachers, surely students? Pandreo needs to start to make himself known, and that's possibly the best way to start. There's a young robed man just a few strides away, wearing the unmistakable sparks of lingering magic on his shoulders. He certainly carries himself with the discipline of a mage - a sage, even. As much as the man's demeanor and expression scream please do not fucking talk to me, Pandreo approaches, gentle but confident. "Pardon me," says Pandreo, "you wouldn't happen to be a man of the cloth?"

[bexstevie]

CHUSEOK '24 MEMORY #01;

his mom works him to the bone chuseok, enlisting his help with both the event and his grandmother, which stevie doesn't have any real complaints about. he still has to live with the knowledge that he knows minkyu is going to ask his mom about moving in over the holiday, but he knocks it to the back of his mind to focus on the event today. when he's not helping his mom set up food, then he's sitting with his grandmother, watching in rapt attention as she scams his uncle during the games they're playing. he helps her out a little, because who is stevie to deny her when he's her favorite grandchild? she also gives him a part of her earnings, which earns him a hit upside the head from his mom and an exasperated expression. worth it, though-- he still gets to keep the money, and his grandmother's favor.

[bexsua]

chuseok memories.

conceptually, chuseok's a holiday sua's not excited for. when she was growing up, she detested it-- her older brother dragging her out of her room so they could greet their other family. the room had always been full except for their parents-- letters and texts in replace of them instead with pictures of their travels. they take photos, they eat, they talk.

sua finds herself in the kitchen almost every year. her grandfather's the head of it all and she falls into step with him easily; he keeps her busy and entertained, listens with hums and light laughter as she tells story after story of any of her interests. the smell of seafood in the air that always makes her stomach grumble in anticipation. he teaches and she learns and it's in those moment's she doesn't really hate the holiday. maybe she hates the absence of her parents more than anything.

[underburningstars]

darlin', i'm falling 7

for @jegulus-microfic prompt stimulate, wc 151, nsfw

James tightens his hold on Regulus’ thighs and picks up the bottom half of his body. The change in angle has Regulus crying out and throwing his head back. James feels Regulus’ sharp nails dig into his back. It hurts but that only fuels him to move faster. 

“J-James…” Regulus’ legs tense around his waist and soon he’s coming again. 

James slows down his thrusts but doesn’t stop. He nibbles softly on Regulus’ neck while Regulus rides his high. When he feels like Regulus is relaxed enough, he quickens his movement again. 

“Wait, no James–please,” Regulus whimpers but instead of pushing James away he locks his legs around his waist and pulls him closer. 

Regulus has already come three times. James knows that he must be incredibly overstimulated but James also knows that Regulus loves post-coital overstimulation more than anything and if REgulus wants it, who is James to deny him.

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[voidhyune]

there for you | lee felix

lee felix x female!reader wc: cca. 800 summary: the reader had a blood test and has trypanophobia. (scared of needles) tw: needle and i guess that's all but i'm not sure

enjoy!!!

"feliiiiiiiiix i don' wanna goooo." you whined as you sat down on the floor, in front of your front door, blocking the way. you were too tired, couldn't really sleep and now you were here at 7:26 am.

"i know you don't want to, but you have to y/n" said your boyfriend, felix. he offered to accompany you because he knew how afraid you are of the needle itself and of the hospital. and you really needed that test.

seconds later the two of you were in his car. your legs were bouncing up and down, showing how scared you were. he placed his right hand on your thigh, slowly massaging it to ease your nervousness.

when you got out of the car and saw the hospital, your stomach immediately turned.

god..how you hated these things...

felix held your hand, squeezing it slighty to remind you that he was there with you, no matter what.

you two made into the hospital and you drew a number that showed when it was your turn. it was 151. great..you had to wait a lot since there were a lot of people.

then you sat down on felix's lap, with the reason that there was not enough space and there were many old people. which was of course, true.

almost an hour later on the little screen, you saw your number and entered room 27 to hand over the papers containing your data to a very 'scary' woman.

then you had to wait again...

"lix, i-i'm scared" you choked back your tears as he caressed your back, planting some kisses on your temple.

"i'm here baby. i'll go in with you, okay?" he asked so gently. you loved him for that. he was thoughtful and kind with you. he knew you have these kind of problems.

"okay." you replied as you heard a 'ding' sound from the screens. it was your time now. you slowly stood up with felix and he took your hand in his. then you went into room 28.

"name? birthday?" a middle-aged woman asked you. she didn't even looked at you.

"y/n (and your bday)" you answered lowly and she led you to one of her co-worker.

"you can do it sweetheart" felix rooted for you, kissing your cheeks.

you were about to sit down when you saw that big needle and you hid behind your boyfriend, scared of what would happen.

"is she ok?" another co-worker asked.

"she's scared." felix replied instead of you, receiving a few strange looks from the workers.

"okay, but please hurry. a lot of people still waiting outside." she annoyedly said, bringing tears to your eyes. you just couldn't. it wasn't an easy task for you as they thought.

you were trembling as felix hugged your body to calm you. but it seemed impossible to do it.

"is it ok if she sits on my lap while you do it?" felix asked kindly but he had his deep ass voice and serious face.

"fine, just do it already."

"love, please let go of me for a sec, so she can do it and we can go home, okay?" you hesitated but eventually did it.

they put a rubber band on your upper arm so they can insert the needle into your vein. you instantly closed your eyes, squeezing felix hand with your free hand.

seconds later you were done but the tears still fell down your cheeks. your head was pounding and you felt nauseos. you two went outside for fresh air.

and that's when it hit.

your hearing started to go away and you felt dizzy. you looked up at your lover just to see him speaking. but you didn't hear him tho. your eyes were darting everywhere as your breathing hitched.

"f-feli-x i can't hear" you said, begging for nothing just to go home.

"shit" he mumbled, going into panic mood but he managed to keep his cool. he helped you sit down one of the stairs in front of the building and gave you water. thank god he had some.

he sat in front of you on the cold ground but he couldn't care less. you needed him. now. so he took your hands and guided your breathing.

"can w-we go home now?" you tiredly asked, barely above a whisper but felix heard it.

"of course. we'll stop on the way home and i'll buy your favorite snacks. how's that sound?" he asked as he helped you up to your feet.

"sounds too good." you finally smiled for the first time that day which made him giggle a bit, before you got into the car.

you were grateful that you found him. he was your comfort person and your boyfriend too. even your best friend. you loved him so much.

this was based on a true story, cause i actually went to blood test today. lol i was crying and they were laughing at me💀 i just needed my felix so thats how this story came.

[senerist]

“Honestly, i should know better,” soren responds. A wan smile pulls his mouth to one side. “It may have been a long time for me, but you’re exactly the same as ever. i suspect even if you had as many years as i, you’d be exactly the same.”

As always, Ike sees straight through him. He doesn’t need to pull the truth out to examine, he simply comments on it and allows soren to respond as he likes. That has always made it easier to face these things; when soren doesn’t feel scrutinized doing so.

Ike’s offer is genuine, as is the man Himself. That’s always been enough.

“Of course i would, Ike. i have enough coin to treat you to a drink or two, if you’d like… Or…”

his gaze slides sideways, unsure suddenly. “i suppose if you want a tour, i’m equipped enough to offer it. As you like.”

re: rose tint my world

cont. from -> 🫂

[scaryfangirl2001]

Dreamer Boy (fanfic, 151 WC)

In the dimly lit bedroom, Jim Lake Jr. sits cross-legged on his bed, eyes closed, deep in meditation. His breath is slow and steady, a serene expression on his face. As he focuses on his spiritual journey, the door creaks open, and Aja Terron enters, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. She notices Jim's peaceful state and decides to join him, quietly sitting behind him on the bed.

"Hey, dreamer boy. Thought I'd join you in this moment."

Jim opens his eyes with a hint of surprise in his voice, "Aja, you startled me, but it's nice to have your company. I was just... exploring my inner self."

Aja leans in, her presence playful yet comforting, "Well, I'm all for self-discovery. Maybe we can navigate this dream together, huh?"

As they settle into a cozy embrace, the warmth of their connection fills the room, a silent understanding passing between them.

[second-sunstone]

For a moment, it feels as though everything stops. The world thins, and Cormag sees only the idle--purposeful?--fidgeting of fingers underneath the man's strong arm. Like there's something there, something that pains him just a little.

That leaves red marks in tender skin, just the same as Cormag has...

Cormag cannot help but blink, but chase the breath that judders from his fettered lungs.

"I-I am Cormag," he says, before thought, before judgment. "What is your name?"

What were you born into?

Are you the same as me?

And then the world is full again--the sand, the distant reverie, the thunder-charge that gathers in the air.

"'Pologies. I don't mean to--to pry."

His jaw is set hard. His breath is racing, heaving underneath the cloth that binds him.

He turns, it pains him! to turn away from the only kindred spirit he's ever, ever met.

"I'll... get you that drink, yeah?"

two words - "whatever comes."

(continued from here)

[toxics-sims-adventures]

TS4 Pack Asset and Lot count

The Base Game Sims 4 - September 2014 - Alot - WC:21 OS:21 [both 5 non residential, 1 secret] NC:15

Expansion Packs Get to Work - April 2015 - 519 (202 {79 just Makeup} CAS, 317 BUILD) + World - 4 [3 non residential, 3 hidden, 1 secret]

Get Together - December 2015 - 429 (108 CAS, 321 BUILD) + World - 27 [12 non residential]

City Living - November 2016 - 383 (114 CAS, 269 BUILD) + World - 29 [6 non residential] =15 (Not counting single apts as 1 lot)

Cats and Dogs - November 2017 - 505 (188 {92 for human} CAS, 317 BUILD) + World - 16 [5 non residential]

Seasons - June 2018 - 317 (148 CAS, 169 BUILD) - N/A

Get Famous - November 2018 - 399 (140 CAS, 259 BUILD) + World - 11 [5 non residential, 1 hidden]

Island Living - January 2019 - 300 (136 CAS, 164 BUILD) + World - 14 [3 non residential]

Discover University - November 2019 - 301 (120 CAS, 181 BUILD) + World - 13 [6 uni housing, 4 non residential]

Eco Lifestyle - June 2020 - 296 (126 CAS, 170 BUILD) + World - 15 [4 non residential]

Snowy Escape - November 2020 - 312 (134 CAS, 178 BUILD) + World - 14 [3 rentals, 4 non residential, 1 hidden]

Cottage Living - July 2021 - 292 (132 CAS, 160 BUILD) + World - 11 [1 rental, 2 non residential]

High School Years - July 2022 - 447 (197 CAS, 250 BUILD) + World - 12 [1 rental, 5 non residential]

Growing Together - March 2023 - 391 (196 CAS, 195 BUILD) + World - 12 [1 rental, 2 nonresidential]

Horse Ranch - July 2023 - 347 (148 CAS, 199 BUILD) + World - 13 [1 rental, 3 nonresidential]

For Rent - December 2023 - 329 (142 CAS, 187 BUILD) + World - 9 [7 residential, 2 nonresidential]

 > Total: 15 packs - 9 years - 5,567 (An average of 371 assets per pack) - 200 (An average of 13 lots per pack)

Game Packs Outdoor Retreat - January 2015 - 154 (74 CAS, 80 BUILD) + Vacation World - 6 [5 rentals, 1 non residential, 1 secret]

Spa Day - July 2015 (Refreshed 9-7-21)    194 (62 CAS, 132 BUILD) - N/A

Dine Out - June 2016 - 151 (26 CAS, 125 BUILD) - N/A

Vampires - January 2017 - 202 (72 CAS, 130 BUILD) + World  -  5

Parenthood - May 2017 - 138 (51 CAS, 87 BUILD) -  N/A

Jungle Adventures - February 2018 - 209 (41 CAS, 168 BUILD) + Vacation World - 7 [5 rentals, 2 non residential, 1 hidden]

Strangerville - February 2019 - 142 (40 CAS, 102 BUILD) + World - 12 [3 non residential]

Realm of Magic - September 2019 - 129 (55 CAS, 74 BUILD) + World - 5 [1 non residential]

Journey to Batuu - September 2020 - 249 (115 CAS, 134 BUILD) + Vacation World - 0 [3 hidden]

Dream Home Decorator - June 2021 - 194 (59 CAS, 135 BUILD) -  N/A

My Wedding Stories - February 2022 - 166 (86 CAS, 80 BUILD) + World  -  9 [1 rental, 2 non residential]

Werewolves - June 2022 - 188 (110 {26 for scars} CAS, 78 BUILD) + World - 5 [2 non residential]

 > Total: 12 packs - 8 years - 2,116 (An average of 176 assets per pack) - 49 (An average of 4 lots per pack)    

Stuff Packs Luxury Party - May 2015 - 53 (41 CAS, 12 BUILD)

Perfect Patio - June 2015 - 44 (12 CAS, 32 BUILD)

Cool Kitchen - August, 2015 - 52 (29 CAS, 23 BUILD)

Spooky - September, 2015 - 70 (37 CAS, 33 BUILD)

Movie Hangout - January 2016 - 61 (27 CAS, 34 BUILD)

Romantic Garden - February 2016 - 41 (19 CAS, 32 BUILD)

Kids Room - June 2016 - 71 (30 CAS,41 BUILD)

Backyard - July 2016 - 83 (24 CAS, 59 BUILD)

Vintage Glamour - December 2016 - 68 (27 CAS, 41 BUILD)

Bowling Night - March 2017 - 55 (20 CAS, 35 BUILD)

Fitness - June 2017 - 50 (17 CAS, 33 BUILD)

Toddlers - August 2017 - 51 (28 CAS, 23 BUILD)

Laundry Day - January 2018 - 68 (20 CAS, 48 BUILD)

My First Pet - March 2018  -  72 (37 CAS {11 for human}, 35 BUILD)

Moschino - August 2019  -  62 (24 CAS, 38 BUILD)

Tiny Living -  January 2020  -  66 (32 CAS, 34 BUILD)

Nifty Knitting -  July 2020  -  61 (38 CAS, 23 BUILD)

Paranormal - January 2021  -  71 (32 CAS, 39 BUILD)

Home Chef Hustle - September 2023 - 70 (45 CAS,26 BUILD)

 > Total: 19 packs -  8 years - 1,169 (An average of 61 assets per pack) - 0 (An average of 0 lots per pack)

Kits Throwback Fit - March 2021 - 23 CAS

Country Kitchen - March 2021  -  15 BUILD

Bust the Dust  -  March 2021  -  5 BUILD

Courtyard Oasis -  May 2021  -  22 BUILD

Industrial Loft   -  August 2021  -  26 BUILD

Fashion Street - October 2021  -  26 CAS

Incheon Arrivals - October 2021  -  22 CAS

Blooming Rooms - November 2021 - 24 BUILD

Modern Menswear - December 2021 - 24 CAS

Carnaval Streetwear - February 2022    25 CAS

Decor to the Max - March 2022  -  23 BUILD

Moonlight Chic - May 2022  -  33 CAS

Little Campers - May 2022  -  25 BUILD

First Fits - September 2022    24 CAS

Desert Luxe - September 2022    27 BUILD

Pastel Pop - November 2022    24 BUILD

Everyday Clutter  - November 2022    20 BUILD

Sim-timates Collection - January 2023  -  24 CAS

Bathroom Clutter - January 2023  -  31 BUILD

Greenhouse Haven - April 2023  -  27 BUILD

Basement Treasures - April 2023  -  26 BUILD

Grunge Revival - June 2023  -  25 CAS

Book Nook - June 2023  -  25 BUILD

Poolside Splash - Sept 2023  -  29 CAS

Modern Luxe - Sept 2023  -  28 BUILD

 > Total: 25 packs    3 years  -  603 (An average of 24 assets per pack)     0 (An average of 0 lots per pack)

[chenfordswopez]

wc: 151 | sapphic september: day 17 | sapphic september prompts (@sapphic-september) 017, magnetic I sapphic september prompts (@cora-writes-things & @solar-settings): 017, magnetic I fandom: that ‘90s show I rating: teen

[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

[renachtara0313-blog]

(７月３連休日記の続き)

横浜、特にみなとみらいエリアが既にWCSに向けた街づくりが完備された状態になっていて見ていて楽しかった。WCSの時がたまたま今年は会社の連休と重なり、その時期に私は海外旅行で日本じゃなくてアメリカにいるんだなあ…。でも先に雰囲気が味わえて満足。

ポケカアートウォークは伝説ポケモンのカード回廊＆ポケカ151ウォール＆ポケカアート美術展全て観てきた!ポケカは遊ばなくても、ポケモンの色々な場面が絵に現れている芸術なので観ていて楽しい。画集とか電子書籍になってくれないかな(なっているかな)

そしてGoビビヨン全18柄進化工程も大詰め。残すところはほとんどメソ・ラテン(中南)アメリカに出てくる３柄となった。

[underburningstars]

blood in coffee 18

(Part 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20,21,22,23,24,25,26,27,28,29,30,31)

for @jegulus-microfic prompt grass, wc 151

It’s not often, but sometimes, it’s glaringly evident that Regulus has centuries of knowledge James doesn’t. He sees life in a way James never can. 

Regulus is very cautious about things like this. But there are times when things slip through. It’s in the way he talks about certain books. Like he was there when they were published. Or certain paintings. Like he has seen them being painted. 

It’s in the way he looks at a radio, with eyes filled with nostalgia. Or how he walks on wet grass like he’s in a royal garden. 

It’s a beautiful sight. 

It warms his heart and makes him see Regulus – lovely, endearing, adorable – Regulus in a new light. However, it’s also a reminder. Of how their love is fleeting. Because Regulus is going to stay exactly where he is even a hundred years later. 

But James is going to have to say goodbye.

[lollipop-bribes]

Gaius grins at her. "Oh, you mean like furniture? That's no problem for little ol' me. If you want, we could get some on the cheap and I can fix it up just how you like." He pauses to suck fervently on his lollipop.

He's always doing things like this, always a sucker for someone in need, especially a pretty face. But honestly, it sounds like a fun challenge. He's made plenty of lockpicks, plenty of knives, but never furniture. Good to make sentimental things with purpose, that'll last a long time.

Oh, and the prospect of more candy doesn't hurt, either.

"If you wanna keep the sweets coming, I'm never gonna argue." Gaius folds his hands behind his head, grinning. "So! You wanna take a look at some fixer-uppers? Or lemme know what kinda work you need done? Might be good if I go in knowin' what I'm lookin' for."

saccharine

[eiacez]

~ fluff, modern au, ooc marco(?), (this is lame)

~ wc: 1.8k

masterlist

“What is it this time?!” You whisper yelled to yourself, on the way to your door to accommodate the person who is knocking on your door.

This was the third time and it was just one in the afternoon.

The other two were earlier in the morning; first was at seven causing you to wake up, and the second was at nine. Both are just done to annoy you. In the morning. Yesterday night you told yourself you’d have a peaceful day off tomorrow. But that tomorrow became a nuisance.

Just as you were about to open the door, the person knocked again three times. And it effectively pissed you off now. Once you opened the door, you were met with a person who has that shit-eating grin. Oh how you hate that.

“What do you want, landlord?”

“Nothing, Miss. Just received a complaint from the apartment below you that you kept on stomping and it definitely didn’t bother them-yoi.” Marco, your landlord, crossed his arms and leaned on the door frame.

“Wha– I am not even making any noises! What are you on about, Marco? This is your third visit today! Tell me!” On a serious note, you weren’t actually shouting, just raising your voice enough to let out your frustration.

“Ohoho, I didn’t know we’re now on a first name basis, (Y/N). And mind you, I only did these visits because of you-yoi. The first one is about you not properly taking out your trash, hence that large garbage bin out there was opened and a mess. And second is because your neighbor said,” he glances to his right, “that you were so loud last night, singing and screaming at whatever is on your tv-yoi.” He glances at your living room.

A snarky comment was about to leave your mouth but it just stays then dies down. While what he said are all somehow true (you’d never admit it fully) you can’t help but still think of cursing him for this. But what can you do? You’re just one of his tenants.

Your lips open and close, attempting to let out that comment. Marco notices it and just smirks, sighing and chuckling a bit at you.

“So, I suggest you keep down and be quiet here, or you can go out and let all your frustrations out, Miss 118.” He has that shit-eating grin again.

Miss 118, because your unit number is 118. If you’re thinking that this is a huge apartment building, it’s really not. This landlord of yours just started with 100 up until 151, that’s why.

“Whatever, land lord.” You say those words separately and with emphasis, gritting your teeth and staring him down. Rationally speaking, if this were some other landlords, your ass would’ve been kicked out long ago. For Marco’s case.. not really.

He turns around and laughs, raising his hand for goodbye. “You can get all pissy with me, Miss 118, but I ain’t really gonna be phased-yoi.” With that, he’s out of your sight. No way in hell you’re gonna be following him with your eyes while walking out.

You closed the door with a huff and repeated whispers of ’patience.’ After composing yourself, you’re back to your earlier mood and will now continue online shopping.

Weeks after that, it was a miracle that you followed through with being quiet and just going out to be loud without disturbing any neighbors. Seriously, the man next door should not even live there. He’s what, forty-three? He looks like he can own a Victorian model of a house!

Well, whatever.

Your landlord that lives in unit 100—on the top floor—wonders why he hasn’t gotten any complaints from anyone regarding you yet.

It wasn’t that he’s expecting from all those knocks that there’s a new complainant. Not really, no. He’s just really wondering why you haven’t been causing troubles lately.

It was a miracle, but not for long.

You come home drunk from a friend’s party that just had to make you taste all kinds of alcohol he has from his home. And there, you wondered greatly why your Victorian-like neighbor was there.

Shanks, your friend, invited you to celebrate his other friend’s achievement. You could care less, what’s important is booze. So there, you got drunk and partied to your heart’s content again. For the third time that week. Man, Shanks’ habit is growing on you, and yes, by the time you reach fifty, you’re thinking that you’re gonna be having an illness.

Clumsily walking through your door, you smile like an idiot to yourself while removing your shoes. Going to the living room, you see your tv. And that indicates a bad thing, actually.

Like what that means, that midnight, you turned the tv and opened Youtube. And that was the start of your second party for the day, and the start for your concert. At almost two in the morning.

When you woke up, it was in the afternoon, a not-so-likeable head and back aches. As best as you can, you tried and sobered yourself up. Took a shower, cleaned up your living room, and opened your phone to see Shanks’ appreciation for you going to the party.

Though here comes the fun police now. Once you sent your reply to Shanks, someone knocked on your door.

Weeks. Weeks of no noisy shenanigans have gone by. Of course you didn’t remember any certain someone. So you stand and open the door with a small smile, expecting someone but not this kind of someone.

“Hey! Did ya miss me-yoi? It’s been weeks, Miss 118!” That shit-eating grin.

“Yeah, definitely, landlord. What’re you here for?” You roll your eyes and cross your arms.

“Just wanna ask, did you know that you’ve become so popular here-yoi?” Oh shit.

You almost grimaced. “No..?”

“Funny, ’coz yesterday, people thought that there was an artist from this very floor, at this very door-yoi! Have a guess as to why?” He mimics your crossed arms.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I was drunk, got crazy, alcohol had me, and you know the rest. Sorry, okay?” Now you’re nervous. Kind of.

“You know what, Miss 118? I think I need to–”

Panic. “No– no! Don’t even continue!” You wave your hands in front. “I promise you, that won’t happen ever again, Marco! I seriously do!” You even put your hand up. “Just don’t.. don’t say whatever you were about to say, please…” You grimace.

“Say what? That–”

“No–”

“What do you mean no–”

“Don’t say it–”

“I’m asking, what–”

“Don’t tell me to move out of here, Marco!”

You cut him off with a shout. An abrupt one that made him widen his eyes for a second. He then looked at you with that angry face. Your body is close to him because you stepped forward in anger, and his head is pulled back slightly.

Realizing what you did, it was like you snapped out and straightened yourself, stepping backward and composing yourself. Heated cheeks due to embarrassment. Yup, you might be kicked out now.

“I-I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to…” You almost fidget in your place but you put your hands behind you to instead fiddle with them.

Marco still stared at you, your unexpected outburst still shocking him. Though he isn’t angry nor thinking of what you thought he meant to say. And then he smirks again, clearing his throat and straightening himself.

“You really thought I was gonna say that, (Y/N)? Don’t you know me-yoi?”

Your eyes widened. “Was that not…?”

“No. I was about to suggest for you to move out here and up the floors, near my floor apartment-yoi. So I can keep you in check, even if you promised not to do all those again.” He put his hands in his pants pocket, shrugging his shoulders off.

“What?”

“If that’s okay with you. You still had the last decision-yoi.”

On the same floor with Marco? Well shit.

“I don’t think…” You hold on the door frame.

“Okay, whatever-yoi. It’s just my suggestion. Well, just keep your promise, I don’t want anyone in my building to leave.” With that, he left.

You stay stuck on your door, thinking back to your outburst that was literally out of hand. Even though Marco is an acquaintance, he’s still your landlord. Even if he’s chill, he’s still your landlord. And god, you yelled at him! Who on earth would do that?

It was more awful when you realized that your neighbors must’ve heard that. Ugh, talk about disrespect.

Stuck in your messy land of thoughts, you didn’t notice someone waving in front of you. They look at you with a little bit of confusion but mostly amusement.

“Hey, (Y/N).”

“Hey, you there-yoi?”

It was like you went into a short circuit. Your eyes became blurry because it had crossed—that always happens when you are zoning out.

When you felt a hand on your shoulder, that’s what snapped you out of your reverie. Then you looked at the person with a jolt.

“Marco? Are you here to take back what you said?”

“What? No!” He chuckled.

“Then what? I’m sorry again.”

“We’re past that. Forget it-yoo.” He then scratches at his hand. “I was thinking, that maybe I could invite you to dinner later?”

“Dinner?” Your mouth agape.

“Yeah. If it’s okay with you.”

Your landlord? Asking you to dinner? Is this what you think it is?

You almost went into a short circuit again but he held on to your shoulder again, seemingly caught on that you’d go back to that state again.

“It’s nothing really–”

“Is this a date?” Little by little, you start to smile at him, seeing his face lighten up and had that tinge of red.

“If you want to call it that, then yeah-yoi.”

Not convincing enough.

“Hmm, but what will you call it then? I’ll only agree if you name it.” You crossed your arms,now fully smiling.

He blinked a few times, contemplating on what to say. But by just staring at your face, he only has one thing in mind.

“Can we go out on a dinner date later?” At that, he smiled too.

“That’s more like it! I’ll wait for you here!”

You gave him a quick peck on the cheek, then you’re off to look for an outfit.

You didn’t even bother to close the door, so Marco closed it with a shake of his head. With a smile.

The landlord finally made a move and asked out his favorite tenant. If only Marco’s brothers were present at the moment, he would be teased to no end.

– eiacez

[hinge]

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