Note: Some of the One-Shots may or may not be canon. As well as little editing done so please ignore any grammar mistakes, I will fix eventually.

Prompt:

We live in the same building and you're locked out of your place in your underwear because you were doing laundry and forgot your key.

Laundry

It was rare for Tristana to stay up late but her favorite show was currently having a late day marathon and she wasn't about to miss it. Commando practice ran late sometimes, so having off duty was a blessing in more ways than one and if she could take advantage heaven knows she would.

So here she sat on a week night, dressed in simple pajamas in her small apartment quite entranced at the show that currently aired on the television, a bowl of half eaten cereal she occasionally pick at in her hands. Last time she checked the clock it was midnight so it was possibly it was around 2 or so in the morning. It wasn't long before she decided to call it a night soon, so she waited for a commercial to pop up before making a dash to dump her bowl in the sink.

"Alright…the season finale episode should be next and then I can finally sleep." She made a note to herself, eyeing the TV to make sure that she hadn't missed anything.

"God damn it!" Her ears perked up at the sudden cry flitching at little in surprise, slowly she turned her head to the doorway eyeing it curiously.

"Aw come on!" She heard a male voice wail followed by the jimmy of a locked doorknob. The yordle furrowed her eyebrows slightly tilting her head in a confused matter.

Did he lock himself out?

She had only met her neighbor a few times. They rarely talked, only when they coincidentally ran into each other from time to time which wasn't that often. Tristana quietly made her way to the door pressing her ear against it listening carefully, though she would have used the peep hole it provided little vision towards his door. She heard a few more curses, the fumbling of the door knob, a couple of bangs to the door, and then a sigh of defeat.

She tried not to giggle, listening to his attempts but something about his voice made her laugh. It was what she had concluded to be "extremely dorky" than she had hear before. Putting her chuckles aside, she swiped a look at the clock noticing it was almost close to 3am, and if her neighbor had locked himself out then he was outta luck.

Tristana looked over to the TV, infomercials still taking up the screen and she weighed over her options. Ignore the little fella next door and continue to watch her show or let him crash at her house for the night until he can break back into his house. Her shoulders slumped in defeat as she undid the chain lock on her door before moving on the one on the door knob itself.

With a small push she heaved the door open peeking her head around it to speak up.

"Hey, um, I heard you were having trou-" She was cut off the minute she made eye contact with the noticeably smaller yordle. He sat slumped on his carpet outside his front door with just a towel on.

Quickly he jumped up at the sound of her voice, a squeak leaving his mouth as he tried to turn the other way gripping the towel that covered his lower half for dear life. If he wasn't for the blue fur you'd could probably see the blush that appeared on his cheeks.

Tristana closed her eyes to recollect her thoughts for a moment before looking away from him. He wasn't necessarily as scrawny as she had originally thought, he was fit but not necessarily built.

She ran a hand through her white locks before sneaking a peak at the smaller male. "I heard you locked yourself out."

"Yeah…" He groaned exhaustedly slightly at this predicament. It was silent for a while before Tristana spoke again.

"Rumble, right?" She asked a slight quirk in her voice, she shifted her weight to one leg leaning slightly on the door.

"Sorry, what?" He asked looking over his shoulder glancing at her.

"Rumble? That's your name right?" She asked again slight impatience in her voice and she began to bounce her leg.

"Yeah."

"Tristana," She spoke continuing when he nodded taking in the name. "Look, um," She inhaled, "I don't know why exactly you're naked out here but if you want you can crash at my place for the night till you get your door open. But no funny business!"

She bit her lip, god this was embarrassing and she wasn't even the one partially nude.

He looked over at his door then back to her before awkwardly walking towards her home. She hugged the door as Rumble passed her trying not to make physical contact. Once inside she switched on the lights and motioned him to sit on the couch.

"So like, why exactly are you naked?" Tristana asked standing across him, her hand tucked under the chin as she crossed the other one.

"Well…" He dragged out the word looking everywhere but her. "I ran out of clean clothing so I figured I'd do laundry."

Tristana raised her eyebrows, was this guy being serious?

"At 3 in the morning?"

"Look all my clothing was dirty with motor oil so I figured I could wash my all my stuff when everyone's asleep and no one would have to see me like this." He proclaimed, standing up causing the towel to falter slightly. Tristana quickly looked away covering the view with her hand as Rumble made a desperate break to pull it back up.

"But I guess I was wrong…" he grumbled under his breath taking his seat once more.

How embarrassing…

Tristana looked around the room avoiding eye contact. "And the whole locked yourself out bit?" She asked her voice going into an upward inflection against her will.

"Well I went down to get check if the laundry room was open since I had nothing clean to wear, forgot my laundry upstairs, went back up, and that's when I noticed I forgot my key and locked my door." He babbled slumping in his seat, hands occasionally moving as he spoke.

Tristana's face made a sympathetic smile. "You're a forgetful one aren't you?"

He chucked slightly. "Eh, sometimes. Today just wasn't my day."

"Wait! I might have something that you can wear!" Here eyes sparked as she remembered her friend left clothing here occasionally. She had a jump in her step as she made her way to her room before turning around to face him. "If you don't mind that it."

"I would honestly really appreciate that." He responded a small smile playing on his lips at her sudden quirkiness.

"You and me both buddy." She mumbled under her breath, walking away and into her room. Silence fell amongst the two and the only sound heard was Tristana's shuffling to find loose clothing. Rumble sat slightly impatient looking around the room, eyes falling on the picture frames that decorated the wall along with a few meddles.

"Military?" He asked loud enough for her to hear across the room.

"Yeah," She yelled back "I'm a trainee for the Meddling Commandos."

Rumble nodded impressed with the answer getting up to get a better look at the pictures. It was the closing of a door that caught his attention as the light blue like yordle appeared a few articles of clothing in her arms.

He rubbed his neck sheepishly, the other hand still gripping the towel. "Sorry, didn't mean to snoop the pictures just seemed really cool."

She smiled at the compliment following it along with a small shrug of her shoulders.

"It's cool." She replied outstretching the clothes towards him. "I don't really have much, a few pieces my friend leaves every now and then. Though he might be a little bigger than you though so it might fit loose."

"Well better loose than being naked." He laughed awkwardly taking the clothing from her arms when she just nodded at him. "Um, where's your restroom?"

"Down the hall first door on the left."

"Thanks Trist." He nodded firmly pausing when he realized what he said. "Oh crap, I'm sorry I didn't mean to call you that. I mean like if it you don't like-"

"It's alright Rumble." She drew out his name cutting him off, smiling at how he became visibly nervous. "You can call me Trist if you'd like."

He smiled lightly glad he hadn't over stepped his boundaries and quickly made his way to the restroom. Tristana waited for the door to close before her smile fell and she took in a deep breath.

Oh god, he's really cute.

She noted.

And he called me Trist.

She settled down on the love seat pulling her legs up next to her and tucked them under the blanket. Her show forgotten and half way done. She contemplated letting him stay in her room, so she could stay on the couch and see if they'd rerun it but decided against it.

The sound of a door opening pulled her eyes away from the screen and she turned to the returning figure walking down the hall. She called it right, the clothes fitting him slightly big almost in a comedic way enough to get a giggle or so out of her.

Rumble kept his eyes down on the ground glad to have something covering himself up. Tristana motioned for him to join her on the couch which he reluctantly did. They sat in silence as Tristana continue to watch the TV paying not much attention to him. He sat leaning back obviously tired of what transpired so late at night.

Honestly, today just wasn't his day.

He sighed looking over at his female counterpart, her lightly fuzzy skin, her large ears that seemed to both be pierced, to her snow white hair that looked slightly messy and what caught his attention was her yellow like iris's that stared intently at the TV.

He liked her smile too, he couldn't forget her smile. It was quirky in its own unique way. Tristana was obviously good looking and Rumble couldn't help but notice it right away.

"Hello? Earth to Rumble?" Tristana waved a hand across his line of sight and eyebrow raised. "Rumble, come in Rumble?"

He shook his head, blinking a few times before locking eye contact with her. She smiled finally having gotten his attention.

"Sorry, I was thinking." He responded a small laugh following his words. She nodded back pursing her lips.

"About?"

"Just my shitty day." He laughed awkwardly a snort escaping him. Her eyes visibly widened and she covered her mouth before breaking down into laughter.

He shrunk in his seat, feeling abashed and red-faced.

Great, show her how much of a fucking geek you are.

Rumble cursed mentally staying silent as Tristana's giggles finally came to a calm. "Oh man, that was great."

He didn't know whether she was laughing at him or laughing with him but he didn't like it none the less. He was always taunted at for being the runt, and now he was being laughed at for something so simple as his laugh. Especially from someone as cute as her.

It took her a moment to notice the discomfort in his face, having settled her giggle spree. She placed a hand on his shoulder comfortably keeping it there even when he flinched at the contact.

"Hey, um, don't take it wrong." She explained. "I've never heard anyone snort like that when they laugh and honestly it was really adorable. Kind of caught me off guard to be honest."

Again, if it weren't for the fur the blush in his cheeks would be prominent.

"It's pretty late." Tristana broke their eye contact swiping a look at the clock. "Let me get you a pillow and you can crash on the couch, alright?"

"Alright." He replied watching her lift herself up from the couch tossing the blanket she had to him. "Be right back!"

Rumble fumbled about with the blanket having put aside his embarrassment for the moment. He adjusted himself on the couch pulling his feet up and covering himself staying upright till he got the pillow.

Maybe locking myself out wasn't such a bad idea. He thought. I mean she's really pretty and she thinks I'm adorable.

"And what are you beaming about there, buddy?" Tristana giggled flinging the pillow at him. All too slowly he missed catching it, smacking him right in the face.

"Oh my god! I'm sorry I thought you'd catch it!" She flinched as it slid down his face, leaving him stunned for a moment.

"I'm fine it's just a pillow." Rumble laughed, having hear him so freely snort and chuckle brought Tristana to chuckle with him secretly admiring his prominent buckteeth.

"Well I'm gonna hit the hay." Tristana spoke her giggles slightly fading off. She moved over to the other side of the room and turned off the TV.

"Yea, I could really use some Z's." He rolled his neck around, rubbing the area where it met his shoulders stressfully.

"Sorry to hear about you shitty day, Rumble." She walked over and gave him a gentle pat on the back. "Hopefully tomorrow will be better."

He nodded in agreement, "Atleast I got to meet you a bit more." He added a slightly smile appearing on his tired features.

"Thats true," She nodded contently."If you need anything just knock on my door."

He made a grunt in comprehension and tucked himself comfortable under the blanket. Right as she began to make her way down the hall she paused.

"Oh and remember," She pointed to the medallions on the wall. "No funny business."

"I'm harmless." He put both his hands up from his resting position

"Mhm, that's what they usually say." She remarked mischievously a small smile materializing on her face.

"Goodnight Rumble."

"Night Trist."

With the sound of a door closing they both laid back in their respective beds and sighed heavily. One simple thought crossing their minds.

Fuck, my neighbors hot.

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