#dreadheir

@dreadheir​​  /   ❝  hey,  so,  tell me about where ya came from.  val didn’t say a whole lot,  just that you moved with ‘em.  all the way across the country?  quite the jump,  i’d say.  ❞    and it’s one he’s made himself, too.  everyone has their reasons for needing to start fresh,  he just wonders if theo’s are similar to his own.

she walks toward the living room slowly,  debating her move carefully in her head.  she could sit in a chair,  or she could sit next to him on the couch.  she’s not sure,  because she wants to sit next to him,  but she doesn’t want to make it weird.  things have changed between them  ----  ever since that day in the kitchen,  she can’t stop wondering how to get back in that position,  so close to him,  taunting him,  touching him.  but forcing that to happen again feels wrong  ----  she wants it to happen naturally,  yet she’s overthinking everything.  hands are clasped together,  and she goes for the second option.  it’s casual;  she’s next to him,  but not too close,   her hands falling to her lap as she stares at the television for a long moment before saying anything.  ❝  watching anything good?  ❞   she asks, turning her head over to look at him finally.  /  @dreadheir​.

my anti otp:  luther and allison why is that a fucking thing this question makes my blood boil

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she has just returned from the grocery store,  unpacking the bags and putting the items away as neatly as possible,  his voice in the back of her head reminding her that he will tell her if she’s ever being too messy.  she’s not actually worried;  it’s purely out of respect for his standards that she tries to follow them.  what she pulls from her bags isn’t just items of her own, though  ----  it’s his usual.  his drinks,  his favorite snacks,  his normal necessities.  most of it,  she hadn’t even realized she was grabbing,  only noticing that he was out and needed more.  it’s not something she thought about consciously,  only something that seemed right.  she’s humming to herself as she unpacks, dancing around the room as if she’s completely alone,  her attitude so carefree and light.  she goes on until she turns,  spotting him in the doorway.  she stops,  biting down on her lip as she offers a shy smile his way.  ❝  oh.  you’re home,  ❞   she mumbles,  slowing her steps as she reaches for the next item to put away.    /   @dreadheir​​.

it feels like it’s been hours since she’s been laying here,  though she knows it’s only been minutes.  her back is turned to the man that lays beside her  -----  a stranger,  yet somehow,  still the only person she knows at all.  this is new,  sleeping next to one another,  as if it’s going to provide them some sort of sanctuary in a place that likely isn’t safe at all.  but somehow,  she feels safe next to him anyway.  slowly,  she turns on the bed,  facing him and bringing her hand to rest on his elbow.  she runs her fingers along his arm to silently tell him she needs him,  then brings her hand back to find his.  her eyes search for his as she pulls his hand up,  resting it over her fast-beating heart to tell him that she’s too anxious to sleep,  and she wants his company.    /   @dreadheir​.

she had met him on the way to his room earlier,  said goodbye to him as he hurried off to class,  and intended to get some homework done before he returned  —-  but after getting comfortable in the room that she has been spending more time in than her own,  she had fallen asleep,  face down on his bed,  the book he lent her still open on the bed.  her body stirs when she hears the door open,  but she doesn’t open her eyes right away.  it’s only a few moments later that she murmurs,  body stretching and rolling over to her side to look up at him with a bashful grin.  ❝  sorry.  your bed’s taken,  ❞    she mumbles,  not yet moving to sit up,  only looking over at the clock and then back to him.  ❝  are you done with classes for the day?  ❞  she hopes so;  if he is,  maybe she can stay like this.   /   @dreadheir​.

he chuckles softly as he slips off his work gloves,  squinting as he looks up at his new employee.  ❝  think so,  huh?   i don’t know about all that.  ❞   he’s modest  (  he always is  )  because while he takes pride in what he does and everything he’s done to get here,  he’s never thought of himself as holding that much power.  none of this could be done without his team.  he’s always wanted to do this,  bring people together for something bigger.  ❝  it’s people like you i need.  i can kill my back every day tryin’ to get things done around here,  but let’s face it,  i ain’t the strongest here,  ❞  he points out with a grin.  ❝  and that’s why we need people like you,  huh?  ❞   he asks,  patting his shoulder gently.  ❝  it may just fall apart without you.  literally.   hey,  you do good work,  it’s good to have ya ‘round. ❞