chapter summary: you borrow eddie's lighter, and upon returning it, eddie gets you really high.
content/warnings: fem reader, modern!st au, weed/smoking, fluff, slow burn, let me know if anything else needs added.
wc: 2.4k
series masterlist: coming soon
previous chapter (prologue) / next chapter (unreleased)
eddie hadn’t seen much of the new girl since the first day she moved in. occasionally, he’d hear her leave her apartment, but that was about it. sometimes he’d think, “maybe i should go say hi,” assuming that you didn’t have many connections since you just moved here. he’d be right in thinking that, but eventually, eddie would get swept up with his day and forget about it. maybe you kept in contact with robin, or even steve, though.
eddie’s living room was currently completely shifted, with the couch and chairs being pushed against the wall and his coffee table sat in the center. pillows and bean bag chairs surrounded the table. his entire living room was set up for dnd night. it was kind of perfect, too. eddie had graduated like two years ago, finally, and eventually moved out. he wasn’t pursuing higher education or anything, at least not for the meantime, and was fine just working part-time enough to make ends meet for now.
even still, he had to have dnd night, right? especially since he and his friends had elected to stay close. and what with mike’s best friend and his girlfriend moving back, it just meant more people to add to the party.
even though eddie considered these kids his friends, he knew how strange it would be to see, as a parent, a grown man accompany one of your kids to play a tabletop game. thus, he had no issue hosting every friday night. his party consisted of all those juniors and some of his friends that had stayed in town, and they were all crowded around the table, intensely invested in the storyline of their campaign.
usually, after you got home from work, your routine was to change into comfy clothes, put on your headphones, and smoke. you were already in comfy clothes, had your headphones on, and packing a bowl. midway through, your shoulders slumped as you let out a heavy sigh. the image of your light blue bic lighter flashed through your mind, and it was sitting in your coworker's car. you were now regretting your quick smoke sesh before your lunch ended.
there’s no way you could ask your coworker to drive all the way over here just to give you a lighter. but, on the other hand, you were already in pajamas. there was no way you were getting in your car and going to buy a lighter, even if your pajamas were just a big t-shirt and shorts.
weed has a distinct smell, you know? and you had definitely smelled it radiating from your neighbor's apartment. would it be weird to knock on his door and ask for a lighter? you knew he had one, but you were basically a stranger to him. not to mention, you felt a little guilty that they had all helped you move and you proceeded to never text.
whatever—he seemed chill, and you were not about to break your after-work routine. you slipped on some shoes before making the short trek to his apartment, hesitating before knocking on the door.
you heard the scramble of voices in there quiet, some muttered whispers, and then footsteps. you were expecting to see eddie, and that much was true, but you weren’t expecting to look past his frame and see a bunch of kids who couldn’t be older than like 17 sitting on the floor. save for a few boys, but still, the majority were literal teenagers. and you were sure eddie was like 23, at least.
still, you were here to borrow something. “uh—um. super sorry for, uh, intruding. i was wondering if you had a lighter i could borrow?” he was tall, and honestly a little intimidating. it’s not that he seemed mean or anything, but it was more so the fact that he just seemed to radiate effortless confidence. like that kind of confidence that came from being an extrovert, or maybe from being a little too carefree.
“oh? yeah, uh. lemme grab it.” quickly, he retreated to his room. you were stood in the doorway, silent as the group of (mostly) kids stared at you. they all seemed a bit apprehensive to talk to you, except for the girl with brown hair.
“who are you?”
“huh? me?” you pointed dumbly at yourself. when she nodded, you replied with your name. “i just moved in beside, uh, eddie…” his name tasted unfamiliar on your lips. it felt weird to speak of him so casually.
the girl seemed a bit wary of strangers, basically hiding behind a slender, dark haired boy. before any more words could be exchanged, eddie was basically hurling out of his room. he handed you a lighter, and you took it with a tense smile. “thanks…i’ll let you get back to it.”
it almost looked like eddie was about to speak, but before he even got a chance you were already closing the door behind you to your own apartment.
you could’ve mulled over that encounter, but why would you do that now that you have a lighter? there were more important things to do.
you’ve had eddie’s lighter for 9 days now. and you felt really bad about it. to be fair, you knew you were overthinking it—he definitely had more than one lighter, but it was more so the principle behind it. you’d been procrastinating returning it, equal parts of you forgetting and being nervous.
fuck it, though. today was the day. it seemed convenient enough, as your line of sight had been drawn to his door on your way back from work. you dug his lighter out of your bag before securing it in your hand and knocking on his door.
this time, when eddie opened the door, he was alone. “hey, i uh—“ you cleared your throat, holding out your hand. “i’m sorry i kept your lighter for so long.”
eddie looked down at your hand, and then back at you, before chuckling to himself. “oh, that? i kind of forgot. i appreciate it anyways.” he took it from your hands which triggered a bout of silence.
“um. did ya want to come inside?”
his proposition had taken you off guard, albeit. “oh. yeah, sure, um—can you give me a second to change out of my gross work clothes?”
eddie nodded, and you smiled at him as an informal “goodbye for now.”
except that wasn’t really the case, because just as you had gone to dig your keys out of your bag, eddie was stepping out of his door and closing it behind him. he was gonna wait with you? you were suddenly very aware of how empty and bare your apartment looked. so, before opening the door, you stood in front of it. “so…my apartment is still totally bare, keep in mind.”
eddie shrugged. “doesn’t bother me.”
“okay. i gave you fair warning, though.” as you turned to unlock your door, you’d miss the way eddie stifled a chuckle beneath his hand. and—yeah, you were right. the living room was pretty barren. save for a tv, a couple of consoles, and a couch. the couch stood out like a sore thumb, though, since it was the only thing in there that was new. he could see your kitchen from around the corner, and there were a few plates in the sink. other than that, there wasn’t much.
“better than i was doing when i got my place. i had a bean bag and that was it.”
“i’m working on it,” you said with a shrug. “thrift stores actually have some solid furniture—just needs a good deep clean, first.”
you excused yourself to get changed. a part of you felt self conscious about your after work appearance and also the state of your apartment, but eddie struck you as the type that didn’t exactly care about that stuff.
when you left your room, you found eddie holding your water bottle adorned with various stickers.
“i like your taste in music.”
you’d stuck random band stickers on there a while ago, the motley crue and deftones stickers sat right next to each other as he turned your bottle so you could see. you grinned to yourself—he would like those bands, judging by how he decided to present himself.
“yeah? are you a little mick mars?”
“i’d like to think of myself as more of a kirk hammett, thanks.”
figures he’d like metallica.
he had led you to his apartment after that, opening up the door while feigning a faux chivalry schtick. you’d gotten a peek at it a couple of times before, but never in full view like this. it looked like—well, it looked like a boy’s apartment.
there were band posters and tapestries strung up all over the walls, alongside yellow toned christmas lights that lined the top of the walls. his furniture didn’t match, further proof of the broke young adult life he was living alongside you.
not to mention, you thought it smelled dank through the walls, but you had no idea the potent smell was this potent. it was like the walls that separated you two were shielding you from a cloud of scent.
“sorry if it smells. just smoked.” understandable. at least he had the good shit. several bongs and rigs littered the tables, and eddie even had the classic liquor shelf, as young adults tend to have.
eddie made himself comfortable on his couch and you sat down tensely beside him, though a few comfortable feet away.
“how high are you on a scale of 1-10?” you asked. eddie grinned, looking at you curiously. “right now? probably about a solid 5.”
“you wanna get that up to an 8?”
eddie was already digging into his stash jar. he figured, a time like this was as good as any to pull out a nug that must’ve been at least 5 grams all on its own.
the sun had set, and each hour that went by at eddie's apartment seemed to fly by, one after the other. for whatever reason, eddie seemed to be one of those people that was easy to open up to. it was just easy to talk to him, which is essentially what you had been doing for the last—god, it had been four hours now. it wasn't hard when all you two had been doing was talking, smoking, and listening to music.
the apartment had gotten a little hazy at this point, an observation that would’ve passed by both of you if not for a knock sounding from the door. whoever knocked did not wait for an answer, as the door was already swinging open. immediately, coughing, smoke flying out the ajar door, you and eddie giggling as you watched the door intently.
“jesus christ, munson. how high do you—oh, sorry.” it was steve, and he came through the door shouting before his eyes landed on you. sheepishly, he rubbed the back of his neck and offered you a small smile. the only thing you could give him in return was a half-lidded, dopey smile back. okay, so admittedly, you hadn’t been this high in a very long time. especially since eddie had busted out the dabs in order to “celebrate.” what were you celebrating? no clue, but at this point, it didn’t matter in the slightest, because they were already in your system. it was probably that—yeah, definitely the dabs—that was making you feel like a cloud.
steve reached for the remote, turning down the music you two had playing over the tv. he looked at both you and eddie, the two of you completely slumped on the couch and looking up at him with goofy smiles and hazy eyes.
“hey, i remember you. steve, right?”
“yeah, do you remember robin? i brought her, too.”
just as if on cue, robin poked her head in from the outside. “jesus. could smell this place from the car.”
“so what do i owe the pleasure? harrington, buckley?” eddie spread his arms out, just for the theatrics, which you had to appreciate. robin gave you a small wave, which you gladly returned, before standing beside steve.
"just stopping by, munson," robin parroted. "wanted to see if you were down to do something. we didn't know you had company."
"no, no! by all means, have a seat. you want a hit?" robin obliged, taking a small rip off the bong, while steve declined, noting he was more of a drinker. eddie shrugged it off with a small, "well, suit yourself," but then proceeded to toss steve a can of beer, which he happily accepted.
robin and steve had ended up settling there, the group unanimously cool with staying in. you were, in all honesty, cool with doing whatever. the atmosphere that the trio seemed to create was warm and open, and it made the task of making connections a little less daunting. you just felt lucky enough to snag an apartment by eddie, and even luckier that you just happened to be loud enough to disturb your neighbors the day you met.
the small glances eddie sent your way went unnoticed by your thc fogged vision. he'd study your expression, or your reactions in conversation. it was kind of like an old habit of his—trying to figure new people out, that is. eddie's friends knew him as pretty laid back and funny, which was true! but, somewhere in there, he'd always be eddie "the freak" munson. labels like that didn't come with repercussions, such as developing skin so thick you'd think it was metal, his defensive walls were ironclad and worn, tired, and he had a pretty good instinct on someone's character after a few hours.
so, forgive him if he preventively invited you over, or if it seemed rude that he allowed himself into your apartment so casually. he was just being cautious, really.
even still, he went to bed that night relaxed. exhausted, actually, with the mix of weed and hosting laying a solid pathway to fatigue. his body was already asleep as he laid under his blankets, but his mind remained just barely awake. enough so that eddie felt his cheeks start to warm, his brows start to furrow as the familiar feeling of embarrassment settled in his chest. a thought ran through his mind, only for a second—
chapter summary: eddie gets introduced to his new neighbor the day she moves in. the two seem like a perfect pair, and everybody sees that except for them.
content/warnings: fem reader, modern!st au, weed/smoking, fluff, slow burn, let me know if anything else needs added.
wc: 1.1k
series masterlist: coming soon
next chapter (one)
apartment tenants came and went—that was just the norm. college kids, small families, they were in and out all over the complex. usually eddie didn’t pay any mind because people moving in or out didn’t really concern him. although, whenever he saw his neighbor hauling boxes out to a moving truck, he started to wonder what kind of a person would move in next to him. he wondered what it would be like to have someone cool for once, instead of some boring rando, or, an elderly man who tells the apartment manager about his secret cat (fuck you, mr. phillips.)
the fact that the apartment right next to his had become vacant eventually got lost somewhere in the back of his mind, and he forgot about it. spent his days doing whatever.
eddie was sitting in his living room one day. it was his day off, so, naturally, that meant it was time to pack a fresh bowl and relax. buckley and harrington were over—it wasn’t an uncommon occurrence—and they had made themselves comfortable on his couch.
eddie was just in the middle of grinding, mid sentence, when he heard a loud thud, and then, “god damnit!”
now, eddie wouldn’t really describe himself as a nosey neighbor, but irregardless of that he was quick to run to his door, closing one eye and sticking the other to the peephole. it took him a few seconds to work out the right angle.
“who’s out there?” robin asked, craning her head to look out the window.
eddie shrugged. “dunno. i forgot that the people next to me moved out, i guess someone finally rented it.”
outside he would see, standing on their shared porch, a girl. looked generally around his age, and she had just dropped a box on her foot. would it have been the gentlemanly thing to do to help her, or at least offer her an ice pack? yeah, probably. but he couldn’t do that, eddie thought. then she would know he was snooping.
didn’t seem to matter, though, cause robin was in the process of shoving eddie to the side, then proceeded to swing the door open and beeline towards the stranger.
“hey!” robin chirped. “you need some help?”
you had shimmied the box off of your now throbbing foot before looking over at the voice, face visibly startled by someone essentially popping out of nowhere. the only words you could muster in your sudden confusion were jumbled strands of “uh’s” and “i’s” before you were able to collect yourself.
“no, i—there’s no way i could ask you to do that.”
robin proceeded to wave her hand as if to say, “nonsense.” and, before you knew it, robin was picking up your dropped box of shoes that had been lazily thrown in, haphazardly. she nodded her head towards your door, waiting. you blinked once before fumbling dumbly with your keys and pushing the door open.
normally, you weren’t prone to letting strangers inside your place, or letting them help you move as a matter of fact, but you were a bit dumbfounded. for whatever reason, the girl looked trustworthy to you with her forward yet laidback demeanor.
two brown headed boys scrambled out of the door the strange girl had emerged from. both looking a bit awkward and wary. they seemed to try and signal to their friend who was currently placing your box of shoes down against a wall.
“im sorry for my-my friend, over there,” one of the boys breathed out, rubbing the back of his neck. funnily enough, both men looked like they came straight out of the 80’s, one with denim on denim and the other with an almost identical hairstyle to that of van halen.
“no, it’s um,” you paused before waving your hand. “it’s cool. nice to know i have chill neighbors. or, actually, do you all live in that apartment?” you gestured to the door. it wasn’t unheard of for a group of three or so to occupy a single bedroom apartment, but you couldn’t personally imagine doing so. you already knew that bare apartment was gonna be full with random little impulsively purchased trinkets before long.
“no no no,” the denim boy said. “just eddie.” he gestured to the guy with the eddie van halen hair—you wondered if that was a coincidence or not.
eddie stepped into view and took a look at you for the first time in clear, and not from the wide angle of the peephole. you looked albeit a little taken aback from what just happened, but you also didn’t seem to mind going with the flow. he could appreciate that. your skin was tattooed with various designs down your arms—the left arm looked like a collage of stick n pokes and some amateur doodles that contributed to your patchwork sleeve.
“nice ink,” were eddie’s first words to you. he gestured to your left arm. “you do that side yourself?”
you gave him a tight lipped smile. “yeah. i bought a tattoo gun when i was like nineteen and went kind of overboard. got some i did myself on my legs, too.”
“no, it looks sick.” you let out a small thank you before the conversation seemed to trail off. it was awkward, definitely. meeting three strangers that were probably maybe a little too nice to wasn’t exactly an every day occurrence.
“sooo…” in an attempt to alleviate the tension, you offered your name. they had offered theirs in return, and you learned that the other guy was steve, and the girl was robin. and as robin promised, the three strangers had helped you move your few boxes and your mattress with no bed stand up the stairs and into your apartment.
steve rubbed the back of his neck, looking at the scarcity in the room. “you expecting a furniture delivery?”
you shrugged. “no. i didn’t really plan that far ahead.” steve only responded with a confused stare. you smiled, albeit a bit tersely. “i kind of just up and moved. kind of just planned to figure out the rest if i actually found a place.”
eddie admired that aspect in people. people who took their days once at a time—those were the kind of people who could roll with the worst of the punches.
“um. anyways,” you took a deep breath, offering the trio a genuine smile. “you guys didn’t have to help, but i really appreciate it. i should probably start deep cleaning this place, and there’s no way i’m letting you help me with that. but, if it’s cool, can i give you guys my number?”
“of course!” robin was quick to exchange her phone with yours, the two of you typing in your mobile numbers before steve offered up his phone as well. eddie grinned, quick to pull his phone out of his back pocket and hand it to you. it wasn't long after before you thanked them for the last time and held the door open for them to leave.
eddie would have to remember to text. always nice to play it friendly with the neighbors.
Are you going to update 'I like you a latte' on Quotev? If so, when? I literally fell in ABSOLUTE LOVE with this story and I would love an update. If not then I still love the story :).
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i plan to update it…eventually. i really don’t know when, but i really love the work and commitment and time i’ve put into the story and the character development that’s happened, so i’ll never truly abandon it. im just like … so severely busy nowadays that i don’t have a lot of genuine free time lol
Hiiiii I hope you're doing well! Congrats on everything :)
hi :) thank you, i really appreciate it
another outlet, but..yeah, things are getting better. reflecting back, i think i was so down because i didn't feel comfortable at work, as stupid as it sounds. i would dread each shift i had to work every week. its kind of hard for me to get to know people and warm up to them, but i'm getting closer with my coworkers and each shift seems to go by faster than the last nowadays, so i'd say i'm doing relatively better than i was a few weeks ago.
i love my apartment. i love the home i made for myself. i love my kitchen, and the super old and outdated appliances in it because its mine. i love my pokemon plushes that litter the space and the silly little sans doll i have on a shelf in my kitchen. it's amazing, and i love coming home to a space that is mine, even though i don't think it has fully set in yet.
and i love my schoolwork that i get to design in procreate. i love my graphic design major and that my first assignment was just drawing.
i'm finding peace in my life that still has ups and downs, and im finding more joy in writing. i've been reading a lot more, and im starting to write again and get ideas for new stories. they may be undertale, or they may not be.
Hello there! I just wanted to send something in and ask how you’re doing? And if your story on A03 was discontinued? I love your writing so much, but it hasn’t been updated in a while and I was just wondering how things were going!
hey, thanks for checking in anon!
my story isn’t discontinued, and i sincerely have no plans on discontinuing it until it’s finished, things are just…different, i guess. i moved three hours away from home, transferred jobs, and fully furnished my apartment, and did a bunch of other stuff like utilities, wifi, helped my boyfriend move into his dorm, etc in what feels like such a short amount of time. in less than two weeks, actually, so i feel accomplished, but exhausted.
im working a lot too, because money stresses me out and i’m now always afraid i’m not going to have enough. and tldr, i’m just busy. and so tired. trying to keep an optimistic outlook on life, but it’s staggering a little, which sucks.
but it’ll be okay, and i’ll settle into a comfortable routine eventually, and find time to sit down and write.
thanks for checking in and giving me a lowkey outlet to vent a little bit! everything is okay, but yeah, an update might not come out for a bit unfortunately
im drunk posting but all i’m saying is that a scene where red takes you ballroom dancing while he’s wearing a nice ass suit and dances with you would be so cute and now i wanna write it
I'm sensing that Fell Sans and Horror Sans fall in love a bit quicker than the others, which I adore, that's so cute and wholesome ❤️ our poor emotionally constipated boys
i definitely write them that way lol , i like to think that they’re the whole “secret softies hardened by life circumstances” trope!! it’s why they’re some of my favorites <3
I’m reading your story I Like You A Latte and it’s SO GOOD. I absolutely love you’re writing style and how you write the characters! I am respectfully and supportively frothing at the mouth for more. Keep up the wonderful work :)
thank you so much !! <33 im actually on vacation rn so i have finally found time to sit down and start writing again :) im excited to get back into the flow and push out a chapter (or two)
I'm the type of reader that checks your i like you a latte fic on a biweekly basis and reread it multiple times because oh my god its so good! Comfort fic all the way 🧡🧡🧡
I saw that you did a few reaction thingies a while back, is it ok to ask the skelebros opinions of us as of the latest chapter? Ik they're mostly infatuated with us but to think what might be going through their head... oh boy
I hope your day is going well and i wish you all the happiness i can share! 💞
this is as of chapter 17 !
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ut! sans
sans saw you as many things, things he could feel but not completely verbalize. he saw you as warmth, as a sunny day with the feeling of comfortably warm sun rays shining down on you, with an easy breeze tickling your skin. he saw you as the steam that rose up from a bubbling pot of hearty stew on a cold day. he saw you as the wildflowers that grew between the cracks in the sidewalk that bloomed so effortlessly. he couldn't rationalize all of the feelings that dawned on him when he saw you, when he spoke to you, and a part of him understood its because he didn't want to think about it. sans was logical, quick-witted, calculating. he was a guy who liked to joke around, but everyone who knew him deeper understood how intelligent he was. and being as smart as he was, sans knew that any potential feelings or attachments could be a danger for both you and him. and, yeah, he was still kind of working on the whole vulnerability thing, but he thought having any sort of romantic attachment was at its' best a distraction, and at its' worst a weakness. he wouldn't let himself think of you that way...at least, he was trying. as of right now, sans saw you as one of his closest friends, his ally, his safe space. but romantic? nah...probably for the best not to......
ut! papyrus
gods, papyrus adored you! you were wonderful, so friendly and thoughtful. but he also liked how you stood your ground. he knew his brother was in the wrong when the two of you got into an argument the other night, and though he loved his brother more than anything, he felt a bit of pride seeing you stand up for yourself in such a mature manner—especially since his brother could be so intimidating sometimes. and, yeah, he thought you were attractive...he thought you were a lot of things, really. probably too much to name, but as a start, he thought you were amazing. sweet, intelligent, outstandingly kindhearted. you were strong, self-made, and real. you were so real. and it sounds weird, but that's how he felt. you had your flaws and fears, things that made you anxious and things that made you cry. but he admired the way you carried yourself despite all of that, and he admired that you cried when you felt the need to cry. you were so utterly you, unashamed and sure of yourself—at least, that's how you seemed to him...so, yeah, he could admit he had a bit of a crush on you. love? well, he loved you very much as a companion. well—? did he? did he feel more? papyrus, he...honestly didn't know. but that didn't bother him one bit. feelings were things that he took in the present, feeling things when he felt them, simple as that. and if he were to come to the conclusion one day that he was in love with you? well, he would be happy with that, too.
us! sans
blue had...well, he'd had a crush on you from the start. he knew that, obviously. he had the desire to do romantic-y, date like things with you. he wanted to hold your hand and plant kisses on your forehead. he wanted to have more alone time with you, and sometimes he even felt a bit envious of others that you seemed to share a deeper connection with. though, he also knew well enough that you and him had a deep connection, too, so perhaps he had nothing to be worried about. you made him feel flustered when he was usually so self assured. but he kind of liked that. but, was he in love with you? well....no, honestly, he didn't think so. he knew he felt a deep fondness for you, of course, but he was cautious. he wanted to figure out his emotions more before he placed a concrete label on it—he thought that was smart. because if he concluded that he was in love with you, his brain would feel obligated to feel more jumbled around you. he didn't wanna rush his own emotions, and he didn't wanna pressure himself. so, as of right now, blue just...liked you. and he didn't think there was anything wrong with that. don't get him wrong, he liked you a lot, but love? yeah, later, probably.
us! papyrus
stretch? yeah, he thought you were cool. you were cute, he thought you were funny, cute, charming, did he mention cute? and it wasn't even all completely rooted in your physical appearance, it was how you carried yourself, too. your demeanors, your habits, it was all cute to him. but a crush on you? ...yeah, maybe, he wasn't too concerned with it. he knew he felt more attracted to you than most people, so did that mean he had a crush on you? he didn't know. and honestly, he was cool with leaving it that way. he was cool with not knowing until the opportunity or that eureka moment appeared on its' own. as of right now, if someone were to ask him, he'd probably just shrug. but, in his own mind, it was probably leaning to more of an intrigue.
uf! sans
oooh...you? gods, what wasn't there to be said about you? the way that you made him feel all flushed? the way you made him feel warm and fuzzy inside? the way that by even just looking at you, he felt like he had come home? he hadn't come to terms with his feelings yet because he was suppressing it. maybe if he wasn't such an emotional wreck he'd realize that, yeah, the guy was in love with you. not that he had figured that much out yet, but the thing he did know was that when he saw you he felt like he was floating. how long had it been since he'd met you? he forgets, because each moment he got to share with you felt like a new beginning for him. but, he knew he had to keep these thoughts to himself. it would only end with him getting hurt. he refused to believe that someone like you could feel the same way about someone like him.
uf! papyrus
you....gods, he really didn't wanna talk about it, honestly. but he knew you were bright, you were strong, and you were empathetic. you were someone who looked out for others, but you also knew when it was time to stand your ground. when you provided a vegetarian meal for poplar? yeah, edge wasn't the type to think of something like that. but you did. you tried your hardest to be good, and that was so different from him. edge was someone who knew who he was and knew what he wanted, but...he could still appreciate the person you were. you'd shown him kindness despite his initial rudeness towards you. you'd allowed yourself to show him trust despite the fact that he didn't trust you in the beginning. and that....yeah, that was enough to make him feel...something for you. he didn't know yet. he wanted to understand it all—he did, really. but he didn't. and he wasn't gonna try and force it.
ht! sans
recently, he'd come to a conclusion. and it scared the absolute fuck out of him. it terrified him, more than anything had in a long time. when he thought about how he felt towards you, it made him break out into a nervous sweat, and he did anything he could to get his mind off of it as soon as possible. because axe was in love with you. and he was well aware of it, though he wished he had remained blissfully ignorant. he wasn't gonna do anything about it, obviously. it would just create problems, but...well, it was a bit blurry. a gray area that irritated the hell out of him. didn't he deserve love? affection? it was spotty, after everything he'd done... but first and foremost, he needed to start healing himself, emotionally speaking. he wasn't going to pull you into his mess by saying anything about his feelings before he got his own shit together.
ht! papyrus
you were...cute. curious, and you made him feel just...good. you made him feel hopeful, alive. you made him feel so peaceful, a peace he once felt before everything happened back in his world. you made him feel normal. and poplar didn't wanna rush that feeling. he wanted to feel happy and live his life day by day. but, yeah, he liked you. he really did. a little crush, if anything. but for now, for the most part, he just wanted to have fun with you and his family. though, he was smart, so he was well aware that his fondness for you could grow into love with time, and he wouldn't have an issue with that one bit.
I’m late to the game but I’m reading I Like You a Latte and I can smell the cottagecore. It’s delightful. Amazing work /Gen
I AM SO SORRY IM JUST GETTING TO THIS !!! but thank you so much for the compliment <33 and i’m so glad you’re liking it and the cottagecore !! i know people (myself included) just want a little cottagecore life of their dreams and im glad i can share my little self indulgent daydreams with others <3
THIS IS THE CUTEST SHIT I EVER DID SEE !! look at how blushy red is agghdjfjfb and also the background is super cute !!! red is just a lil dude who wants to spend time with his star buddy <3
i love this so much :’) thank you for taking the time to make something like this !!! def posting this when the next chapter airs , which should be soon hehehe
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