For the fic-specific ask: you already know I'm creepily obsessed with Talk to Me, so if you could get into Adam's head for a Perspective Flip and let us know just what he was thinking when Ronan offered himself on a platter knocked on his door? Please?
aww yeah, slutty talk to me adam my favorite boy 🥰 here u go!
Adam had seen him around the building. Hulking was the word that his mind conjured, every single time. He was big and broad and he took up altogether too much space: in the lobby, the mail room, the hallways. He loomed in the darkest corners of Adam’s mind.
It was three o’clock in the morning, and here he was, looming in Adam’s doorway.
Jesus christ, this was his next door neighbor?
This was the guy who’d yelled at him, who’d pounded on his wall, who’d—who’d—
Adam had been embarrassed when he’d realized how much of his social life was on display for everyone to hear. But it wasn’t his fault that this shitty condo building’s construction was so flimsy. And anyways, what was the alternative? Celibacy?
Maybe his neighbor was celibate, actually. As thin as the walls were, Adam had never heard a peep from the other unit. Not until—
That rough, deep, commanding voice, telling him in no uncertain terms to shut his mouth. Making him want to be louder, to provoke some type of reaction in turn. Making him want to disobey.
And now it was the middle of the night and his angry next door neighbor was standing a foot away, looking rough and tired and so much better than the fantasy he’d just pulled Adam out of.
God, but he was pretty up close.
“Um,” Adam started. “Hi.”
Hot neighbor just kept standing—looming—hulking—over Adam. Not saying a word.
“Can…I help you?” Adam prompted.
