#be nice to your neighbor. do not send anon hate

[hawnks]

Should we form a neocities community?

I can’t believe the internet has become unusable in like the span of ten years

[gothcsz]

part six of the neighbors series. thank you to the anon who sent this angsty prompt for getting the gears turning in my head, hehe. these two are something else, i tell ya. the miscommunication is just so... i am pushing them together forcing them to kiss at this point lol hope you guys like it 🖤 and feel free to send me more things for this little au!

javier peña x f!reader. ~2k word count. nothing too extreme to tag, it's straight up just angst and yearning.

Being with Mateo is nice, sweet even. He calls when he says he will, makes you laugh, and remembers how you take your coffee. And you really do try with him. You take interest in his hobbies, hold his hand when you’re walking down the street, and even let him take you to bed.

The sex is fine, nothing spectacular and just barely above average. Being with him is normal and safe.

But every now and then, your mind drifts to what it would be like if it was Javier in his place. You shake those thoughts off as fast as they come. If you’re going to move on, it has to be for real, not half-heartedly.

It’s a little easier to bury those feelings now that Javier is caught up in something—or someone—of his own. 

She’s over at his place constantly, her laugh sometimes drifting through the walls late at night. It feels like they’re always whispering to each other, talking until all hours, and you hate how that little spark of jealousy sits in your chest.

You catch yourself wondering what her name is, how they met, if she gets that look from him—the one that he used to give you when he’d make you laugh. 

You pass Javier in the hallway sometimes, and when he offers a half-smile and rushed, “Hey,” you return it with something tight and brief, barely meeting his gaze.

But he’s always in his own world these days, buried in work, and if he notices you distancing yourself, he doesn’t show it. Or maybe he’s too distracted to care. Either way, it reinforces the choice you’ve made to keep things this way. 

Every time you pass his closed door, you tell yourself you’re doing the right thing. Him being absent is the push you need to keep stepping back, to keep looking at apartments a few neighborhoods over, just in case.

One day, Mateo notices you’re distracted during dinner, poking at your food more than eating it. 

“Querida,” he says, nudging your hand, “you alright?”

“Yeah.” You force a smile. “Just thinking about work.” You try to shake off the odd feelings you can’t seem to put to rest—the unease of Javier wrapped up in someone else and it working for him but not for you, leaving you more restless than before.

He’s become a background hum of missed chances and bad timing.

Mateo catches the shift in your expression and rests his hand on yours. “If it’s about your place, I don’t mind helping you look around. Maybe even do a little apartment tour spree together this weekend?”

His warmth stirs something in you, a pang of guilt for not giving him the part of you that’s still tucked away. “Yeah, that sounds nice. I’d like that.” 

Javier’s schedule continues to keep him out of the complex and you can’t remember the last time you saw him at the embassy.

Granted, you work in different departments but still, there was enough overlap for you to at least catch glimpses of him throughout the day. 

There’s a wall between you two—one he doesn’t even realize is there.

One evening, as you’re walking up to your door, you hear his low voice in the hallway, murmuring something to that beautiful brunette that you feel so strongly against because of your own insecurities. 

It strikes a nerve, seeing her leaned up against his door like that with Javier crowding her, his fingers tucking a strand of her curly hair behind her ear.

They don’t even notice you and that fucking stings, then you remind yourself that you’re being ridiculous and unlock your door quickly, barely giving him a second glance when he finally turns his head to acknowledge you. You just shut your door.

Later, as you sit by your window with a glass of wine, a part of you wishes you could confront him about it—how you miss having a friend even if these feelings you’ve grown for him have tainted your friendship.

But instead, you brush it off. It’s better this way, the distance and silence. Cutting him off quietly.

You have Mateo now, and maybe in time, those feelings you’re trying to force yourself to feel for him will start to feel more real.

In the meantime, you keep Mateo close and Javier at arm’s length, praying the ache in your chest will fade into something easier to ignore.

When things with Helena spiral, Javier’s entire world dips into a darkness he struggles to fight off.

He’d been steeling himself for months, pretending that what he felt for her was just a part of the job, just another way to gather intel, to stay sharp. But things had shifted, unraveled into something he wasn’t prepared for.

She had become more than an informant; something tangible and real, someone he genuinely cared about. He should have known better than to let it get personal—mixing affection with the job, letting his heart get tangled up in a life as brutal as theirs.

It’s in the wake of this disaster that you pop into his mind again. The truth is, he’d forced you out of it completely, buried you beneath his work, his duties, his time with her.

After all, what place did someone like him, wound up in the cartel’s mess, have with someone like you? You were safe, building a life with an uppity banker, someone who could give you things Javier’s world would never allow. 

Security, stability, and something close to a normal life—things he could barely imagine anymore.

And he’d see it, too, in the way you were with Mateo. He could hear it sometimes through the walls, that light laugh of yours, the one that’d once been his to hear on a quiet afternoon or over a shared meal. Now it belonged to someone else.

Javier would watch the asshole come by, flowers in hand, gifts in his arms, looking like the kind of guy he could never be, the kind of guy you deserved.

Maybe that’s why he fell for Helena so quickly, so intensely. She was tough, resilient, unafraid of the shadows he’d cast around him. With her, he didn’t have to pretend.

They shared the same night-bound existence and he didn’t care that she was a prostitute. She understood, even when he didn’t, the danger of crossing those lines in his work, the way it weighed on him, without flinching at the blood on his hands.

But now… he’s haunted by what he should have seen coming. She’d been hurt, and every part of him feels complicit.

He couldn’t protect her, couldn’t protect himself from feeling it all in his bones, and the guilt wraps around his heart, squeezing so tight it might burst. 

The weight of it pulls him under, and he finds himself wondering how he’s going to claw his way out. His work is far from over.

He's at the bottom of a bottle of bourbon one night when he realizes just how long it's been since he’s really seen you.

The ache that realization brings feels like another knife twisting in his chest. Your bright eyes, that quirky laugh you give when he actually manages to crack you up, and the way you can turn his chaos to calm without even trying—they’ve been missing from his life for months now, and he’s feeling the loss more deeply than he wants to admit.

With sluggish, heavy steps, he staggers across his apartment until he ends up at your door. He knocks, too loudly, too long, until you swing it open, looking bleary-eyed and definitely frustrated. He’s clearly woken you up.

“Hola, cariño—”

“It’s two in the goddamn morning, Javier. ¿Qué necesitas?” 

You’ve got your arms crossed, and he blinks a few times, almost impressed with the improvement of your accent. He opens his mouth, trying to form the words, but you beat him to it, eyeing him up and down.

“Are you drunk? You reek of liquor, Peña.” Your tone is flat. “You need to go back home.”

“Te extraño,” he slurs, the words slipping out before he can stop them. “I can’t be in there another second without feelin’ like I’m losing my damn mind.”

You’re sizing him up, at a war with yourself, and he lets his gaze wander even in his bleary state. You’re wearing that familiar robe with a slip dress underneath, and he has no idea if it helps or makes things worse. 

“Then you should probably call your girl,” you say, voice cool. “Or go upstairs and bother Murphy. I have to be up early.”

You go to close the door, but his large palm spreads against it, steadying himself. “Javier—”

“Please,” he says, voice softer. “Don’t do this. Not tonight.”

For a moment, you search his eyes, your own gaze conflicted, and then, almost begrudgingly, you sigh. “Fine,” you mutter, “but you’re out by the time I’m up for work in the morning.”

You let him in, and he feels that distance in your voice like a physical wall between you. It’s his own fault—he knows it, hates it, but here you are, standing back to let him in anyway.

He stumbles, almost falling flat on his face, and your smaller hands catch him with a muttered curse. Like he’s a child.

You steer him to the couch with an exasperated huff, and even as you help him settle, he’s not sure if it’s the liquor making his chest tighten or the fact that you’re handling him with more care than he deserves. 

You wrestle him out of his jacket, tugging it from his broad shoulders, then go for his boots.

The grunts you make in effort, the feeling of your hands on him—even if it’s just to deal with his drunk ass—makes him ache in a way that alcohol only magnifies.

His thoughts drift to places they have no business going. He’d tried to move past the want he felt for you, burying it under other bodies, other names, other distractions. But here you are in a thin slip dress under your robe and all he can think about is how it’d feel to have you moving against him, to finally let his hands roam your curves, bring you pleasure and fuck you like he’s sure no man has. Not even your goody-two-shoes of a boyfriend.

Once he’s settled on your couch, you leave, only to return a moment later with a glass of water, setting it on the coffee table with a quiet sigh. “If you need to puke, please use my bathroom,” you say flatly, “not the new couch.”

“New couch?” he mumbles, sitting up on his elbows and frowning at it. “What was wrong with the old one?”

You just shake your head, the patience gone from your expression. “Goodnight, Javi,” you say flatly, but he stops you before you leave.

“Thank you for this and I’m sorry—”

“Just stop,” you cut him off with a deep sigh. “You’re always apologizing and I don’t want to hear it. Get some rest.” And then you’re gone, the door to your room closing softly but definitively behind you.

After that night, he tries to make things go back to normal but the distance that happened during that time seems impossible to close now.

Every attempt he makes to lessen it only meets the cool edge of your guarded smile or your quick, polite excuses to cut conversations short. The silence between you has settled too deeply now, like it’s found a home where friendship used to be.

He doesn’t know what to do and you’re still stuck in your forced delusion that Mateo is what you want.

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[slasherhoe87]

we need more of old man Myers ☹

Yes, dear Anon, we do! Which is why I'm going to write these headcanons for all of us.

Peepaw Myers x GN Reader

👨🏻‍🦳WHAT IT'S LIKE LIVING WITH PEEPAW MICHAEL MYERS👨🏻‍🦳:

Peepaw never speaks - ever. The only noises that pass through his easily bruised lips (DON'T give him corn on the cob again!) on a regular basis are grunts and grumbles

Leaves the toilet seat up

Misses most of the time too - expect to find urine on the seat lid and the wall behind the toilet

Never wears his work boots anymore - even on hunts.

Peepaw doesn't give a shit anymore and wears his slippers and bathrobe over his coveralls all the time, even when out killing

Its certainly a sight when he comes back home in the wee hours of the morning, his blue and green tartan slippers tracking blood through the kitchen, bathrobe swaying gently behind him

Sits on the porch in your grandma's old rocking chair most of the day eating soft candies just waiting to scare off pesky kids who dare to put one toe on the lawn

Technology is the devil

Holds the cellphone you bought for him like its going to eat him alive

Only replies with 👍🏻 and 'ok' when you send him a text

Thinks modern horror films are garbage and lack the charm and suspense the superior older ones had

Naps regularly throughout the day. Either in the rocking chair on the porch or the recliner in the living room

He's dying for a nice steak but his poor teeth just can't handle it.

Generally doesn't drink but enjoys a small bourbon or brandy some nights before bed

Takes up most of the bed and hogs the duvet

Stares longingly at the harder candies - especially candy corn at the store before you pull him away and guide him to the softer candies

Backseat driver

Feeds all the stray cats at the nearby park

Chases away all the dogs

Complains at the prices of everything

Gives waiters/waitresses and cashiers the stink eye because of this even though its not their fault

Has a picture of Laurie behind the side door of the garage and throws darts at it

Your threaten to send him to Sunny Meadows nursing home when he gets too difficult

Will try and fix something before you buy a new one

Likes rock 'n' roll and classic metal

Thinks modern music is trash and soulless noise

Likes to take late afternoon strolls with you in the park while holding hands

Doesn't own a single pair of underwear - he's commando all day every day

Refuses to go the doctors for anything

You end up bribing him with making his favourite pie: strawberry and rhubarb

Gives you the reins more often in the bedroom than he used to

Happy to lie on his aching back at let you do the work (he wouldn't even dream of letting you be so in charge a few years prior)

Enjoys soft love making more than he used to

Likes drinking your homemade sweet tea and lemonade on the porch

Will pinch your bottom every time he walks past you

Likes to crack his knuckles

Wants to murder your neighbor (she's a clone of Corey Cunningham's mother)

Hates loud parties. Will go to the offending house and cut their power before walking back home with a satisfied smile

Likes cuddling with you in bed and peppering your neck and cheek with chaste kisses

I could go on and on really. But anyway, hope you enjoy! 🎃❤

[yuyusuyu]

omg hi i just stalked your entire profile, i love your writing so much!! and i look forward to seeing your future works as well~ i've noticed you interact with a lot of people, so i wanted to ask if you could maybe ship your moots with an atz and what their trope would be :>

hello anon ! thank you so much for enjoying what i write, it means a lot to me~~ <333 and hehehe, sure ! i thought about this a lot and decided to do it with the people i feel like i've talked to enough to get a feel of their personality !! also i am sosososo sorry that i took so long in answering !! uni is terrible and i just redid this multiple times because my lovely moots deserve the most detailed description of whatever i conjure up for them and who i ship them with 👿🤞🏼🙌🏼

@ad0rechuu and yunho — opposites attract ! zerooo is such a lovely person!! she's so supportive and she honestly reminds me of home! she reminds me of when i would wrap myself up in a blanket during winter tbhh hehehhehe since i've noticed zero is pretty calming and chill (but you have a goofy side as well! im always laughing whenever you send your memes HAHZHAJSJ). and yunho is such a goofball, not like absolutely crazy energetic/chaotic. but the two of you have differing personalities (but not like 100% different!) that would compliment each other so well like puzzle pieces!! (ZERO MY WIFEEEE ILYSM MWAH MWAH MWAH 😓🫶🏼)

@sanhwaism and seonghwa — childhood friends to lovers ! MY CUTIE PATOOTIE DEAREST AND LOVELIEST RIA 😓 i love ria smsmsmsmsm !! ria is such a sweet and lovely and caring person ughhh she is someone that you would want to protect and keep in your pocket at all times !! from the the times we've spoken, i felt like i had known her for a long time and that's why childhood friends to lovers trope would fit her and seonghwa ! seonghwa and ria would have those inside jokes that would make people go all like ?! what are they talking about ?! after seeing them start laughing,, and they'd be the type to suddenly appear at each other's door at one in the morning with takeout and be all like, "hey! i got us some breakfast!" so goofy and cute 😭

@jaehunnyy and san — academic rivals to lovers ! CHIPPIE MY LOVE MY EVERYTHING 🤍 you and san give academic rivals to lovers ! i feel like you and san would have a healthy dynamic though, like you guys would try to one up the other, tease each other and whatnot ! you guys wouldn't hate each other, but you aren't exactly friends either~~~ until many study dates/hang outs later san confesses to you while you're about to fall asleep in the library (it happened, your honor. i saw it WITH MY OWN EYES) !! anyways. you and san give healthy academic rivals to lovers vibes and i approve of it. youre so cute and funny and cheerful, and san would just look at you with heart eyes whenever you talk. HEART EYES. CUTE CUTE CUTE 🤞🏼🫶🏼

@dairyminki and san — next door neighbors ! ELLE, THE APPLE OF MY EYE, HIII (i miss you sosososo much; i hope you're doing well my dear) !! you and san would be next neighbors for foreverrr ! to the point where each other's parents would make you walk next door to give them food that your family that day 😭 and you and san would be like polite to each other, walk to and from school each other (it's an unspoken agreement!), just super like... unofficial friends IJFIA and honestly it just naturally turns into more from just being neighbors to friends, friends to best friends and then best friends to lovers! all giggles and shy glances at each other, holding hands and talking and literally spending your time with each other because hello you guys are literally living next to each other

@seonghwaddict and yunho — second chance romance ! LILOOOO MY BAEEEE 🫶🏼🫶🏼 you and yunho are very second chance romance as in you two had a very nice relationship during high school but broke up because the two of you got into two different unis NAURR 💔 BUT DONT WORRY ! years later you visit your hometown and bump into yunho ?! and you keep bumping into him ?! it's like the universe wants you back together ?! and maybe you two never dated anyone after each other because you two still have feelings for one another ?! and then one day you find yunho at your parents' doorstep ?! and he's professing he's undying love to you ?! and then it's like you two never broke up in the first place

HELP ME I REALLY WROTE WHOLE ASS SCENARIOS FOR THIS 😭 the way i've had this in my drafts since august... AUGUST.... goodbye.

[angeltreasure]

Ok it’s the ex evangelical guy again

If you can pray directly to god why also ask angels/saints to pray for you? I mean, I’m sure it’s nice for them to be remembered, but like

Also sorry people are going a bit far.

Hello again! Thank you for the questions. You’re always welcome to reach out.

As Catholics, we believe in two types of prayer: direct prayer and intercessory prayer. Direct prayer is received directly to God. Intercessory prayer is petition we send to saints and angels, who then pray for us, and send the intention up to God. There are no gods and goddesses. Even Mary is not a goddess, she is human. Saints and angels do not take the place of God and never can. To answer your question of why Catholics can go to the saints and angels is the very same as when you ask a dear friend on earth to pray for you for a specific intention. It is that very same concept. You go to your friend and ask them to pray for you for a certain thing. A good friend will accept the request and send that prayer up to God for you. When we pray for the living and for the dead, it is an act of mercy and a chance to show love to our neighbors no matter the physical distance. We believe there is an afterlife so the saints and angels are never far away. You just cannot see them because of the veil that separates our world and the next. Each person has their very own guardian angel who never leaves your side in this life. Angels were created all at once by God and are purely spirits. Angels of all nine choirs act the same as saints in that they can be reached in intercessory prayer. Here is my favorite photo to demonstrate the two types of main prayer.

This is not the first time that some person/people have sent me death threats on anon and off anon. It is shocking for any passing person to witness, but it is something Jesus said would happen if we live our faith. I take the threats and snarky comments as opportunity to pray for those people and have God bless them, as Jesus teaches.

It is written in the Word of God////

“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth. Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled. Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy. Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God. Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God. Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me. Rejoice and be glad, because great is your reward in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you.” - Matthew 5:3-12

“You have heard that it was said, ‘Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be children of your Father in heaven. He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous. If you love those who love you, what reward will you get? Are not even the tax collectors doing that? And if you greet only your own people, what are you doing more than others? Do not even pagans do that? Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect.” - Matthew 5:43-48

“But before all this, they will seize you and persecute you. They will hand you over to synagogues and put you in prison, and you will be brought before kings and governors, and all on account of my name. And so you will bear testimony to me. But make up your mind not to worry beforehand how you will defend yourselves. For I will give you words and wisdom that none of your adversaries will be able to resist or contradict. You will be betrayed even by parents, brothers and sisters, relatives and friends, and they will put some of you to death. Everyone will hate you because of me. But not a hair of your head will perish. Stand firm, and you will win life.” - Luke 21:12-19

“I no longer call you servants, because a servant does not know his master’s business. Instead, I have called you friends, for everything that I learned from my Father I have made known to you. You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you so that you might go and bear fruit—fruit that will last—and so that whatever you ask in my name the Father will give you. This is my command: Love each other. If the world hates you, keep in mind that it hated me first. If you belonged to the world, it would love you as its own. As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world. That is why the world hates you. Remember what I told you: ‘A servant is not greater than his master.’ If they persecuted me, they will persecute you also. If they obeyed my teaching, they will obey yours also. They will treat you this way because of my name, for they do not know the one who sent me.” - John 15:15-21

[owl-writing]

invisibility potion?

Potions-Themed Ask Game

Invisibility Potion: What makes an outcast in your world?

In Plantagenet, an outcast is defined as "one who refuses to walk with the kingdom". This is often in reference to a hermit who lives on their own, such as Mars, but can also include revolutionaries, people who hate the monarchy, social pariahs, and so on.

Mars is a trained wizard who lives in their own tower on their own farm without making connections or (mainstream) contributions to the hamlet they live by. When they do help out, it's often in the form of magical aid and they leave before anyone can thank them. They're not interested in playing nice (except for when they play nice).

And they're not even an outlier in this. Many wizards become hermits, simply because their method of magic involves a lot of fucking around and finding out that can negatively impact any neighbors they have. Druids often leave the larger cities and move into hamlets (at the most) or into the many forests and grasslands of Plantagenet. Sorcerers seek out spirits, many of which can only be found once there are less humans around.

Really, you're only going to find holy mages, healers, and ceremonial magicians in the larger cities, because they're either based there at a church (holy mage), can do the most good there (healer), or can access supplies necessary to their magic easier (ceremonial magician).

Byllapeze is quite similar, though that's because most of the places humans live in are the city-states or a town under the control of a nearby city-state. The wild areas rarely house humans, but those who live there are usually exiles from the cities and find themselves in the company of the more monstrous races.

Thanks for sending this in, anon!

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

TW: religion (christianity) homophobia and transphobia

So this is a vent I guess? I don't know how to start this. I have good parents, I do. Everything they do they do because they are trying to do right by my siblings and I. But I have a complicated relationship with my dad. If he's around, I feel safe, and yet he makes me so tense. I don't know how to explain that very well. I don't worry for my safety when he's around (I will kinda contradict this later. I'm just doing my best to explain my feelings toward him right now). But, last year, a friend of mine had their 18th birthday and invited me to go to the mall with them, their older sister, and their mother. I happily went along because I had nothing else going on that weekend (The mall was the main thing but it wasn't the only thing). I spent about 36-40 hours with only those three people. And while I was with them I realized something. I had relaxed. I didn't even know how on edge I was all of the time in my own home. My friend is queer, as is their mom. And their sister is an ally. I didn't have to fear being myself and it was so nice. Both of my parents are homophobic, but in slightly different ways. My dad, I think, is worse when it comes to homophobia and transphobia. He once demanded my brother (10 years old) turn off a cartoon because a boy had a crush on another boy. He has no problem if he watches adult movies, though. He's against gay marriage, and he's talked about that plenty. I remember once he sent me a horrid video of a pastor yelling derogatory things about queer people. I was in the car with my mom and my three younger siblings that day. I cried for maybe five minutes, though I had enough practice at that point I was able to do it quietly and without anyone noticing. It hurt immensely. My dad likes talking politics and religion with friends and family, which I hate, because I will often get dragged into the conversations if I am around. And if the topic of queer people comes up, I immediately start panicking. Like heart racing hands shaking et cetera. Every time I was dragged into one I had to throw my my identity and my friends under the bus as to not get found out. I was terrified of getting found out by anyone. Especially close family and neighbors. I had a family member tell my younger brother he'd shoot him if he was gay. Neither of us knew if he was joking. He's not afraid of shooting at people. He's done it plenty. But knowing this came from someone I've always trusted with secrets and someone who I would tell ghost stories with when I was younger killed me inside. To put it simply, I didn't feel safe being myself in my own home. And my dad, who I usually sought comfort in, always made things worse. Years and years of this shit took it's toll on me. Sometimes I'd be up hours after I was supposed to be sleeping because I feared dying in my sleep and waking up in hell for the great sin of existing. Everyday, I was worried he'd say something bigoted or send me something bigoted or place me into a position to have to say something bigoted. And when I was away for awhile I calmed down. Because I didn't have to worry. I didn't fully relax until Sunday, but I still hadn't let my guard down that much around an authority figure (my friend's mom that I've known since birth) in forever. I honestly can't remember when I had before that. I don't know. I've been wanting to say all of this for awhile. I feel like I'm complaining or I'm ungrateful. I have a father who loves me and is in my life. I just, he's caused me a lot of pain, you know? I just needed to get this off my chest.

Hi anon,

I'm so sorry about what you've been going through.

Please know that your complaints are valid and you're not ungrateful. Your dad sounds disrespectful of your identity and other people who identify similarly. You don't deserve to put up with that.

It's okay if you have mixed feelings towards your dad. On one hand he loves you and is in your life, but on the other hand he says things that are so hurtful that you're afraid to be yourself around him. Both of these feelings are valid.

If you can access or afford it, and if you don't already have it, I recommend looking into getting a therapist. A mental health professional could help you process these experiences and anything you may be dealing with as a result. You deserve the best care available, especially with everything you've been dealing with.

I hope that you can get to live in a place where you feel safe. I hope I could help, and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

[strawberry-cowmilk]

hi there I saw some of your post and I really like it! If you can't do my request you can freely ignore this one, how about A Human! AU with bros + Diavolo? And how they meet/fall in love with mc?

Hi, anon! I'm happy to hear you like my works, and yes, I can write this request. It's a super sweet idea! I hope you like this one as well!

how you meet and fall in love (human au)

-> brothers and diavolo x mc

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: mentions of drinking (diavolo's part)

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Lucifer

he moved in to the house next to you one day

being a good neighbor, you brought him a welcome gift

after that you two started talking, eventually he mentioned that he is the first of his siblings to leave their shared house

judging by how he described them, you wonder how chaotic it was there

you two would talk pretty often, and grew close to each other over time until you both developed deeper feelings for your neighbor

Mammon

one day, your car broke down on the road during the night

you called a guy to come fix it, the guy ended up being mammon

sadly, your car was in pretty bad condition, so mechanic mammon would need a lot of time to work on it

so, you often came to the garage to see how he was doing, but you two ended up doing more talking than fixing the car

eventually the car got fixed, but by then you grew attached to mammon, so you invited him out to dinner

Leviathan

you two were childhood friends

you shared the same interests and lived close to each other

one of your favorite pastimes was challenging each other to pokemon fights on the ds (rip nintendo ds, I miss you)

you guys also went to the same schools for a long time, and you would fight off any bully that dared hurt levi

one day, the day came where you must part, that day being the time you got accepted into different colleges

absence makes the heart grow fonder, you two video chatted every night

Satan

you went to the same college

and he was that guy who was always in the library, reading or studying

you always wanted to talk to him, but he seemed unapproachable

you also worked at the cat cafè, and one day the guy came in, it was surprising to see such a seemingly calm and stoic guy play with little kittens

the next day at the library, satan approached you since he recognised you from the cat cafè, and you hit it off

let's just say the cat cafè became part of his everyday routine

Asmodeus

you go to starbucks every day, and you always order the same thing

one day, there was a new employee: asmo

he was really friendly to every customer, but especially to you

he would draw little hearts on your cup, and always give you extra whipped cream for free

before, you went to starbucks because you were a tired person who needed their caffeine, but now you go just to see this charming barista, you didn't know he liked you back though

one time, he wrote his number under your cup

Beelzebub

you were in the supermarket one time, getting the things you needed

there was also a dude with a mountain of items in his shopping cart, you didn't see him, but you accidentally bumped into the cart, sending everything flying

honestly, the dude looked lowkey scary, so you quickly helped him clean the mess up before running off

then, a week later, you saw the same guy at the gym

he approached you, and you thought you were a goner, but he was nice, and thanked you for helping him that day

you two often see each other at the gym, and sometimes work out together

Belphegor

you were friends with beel, and you occasionally see belphie at his house too

you thought he hated you though, he would either be asleep or ignoring you

beel had to tell you his twin doesn't hate you, that's just what he looks like

one day, you started receiving roses in the mail, and it said the sender was from beel's house

you thought beel was sending you flowers, and you'd hate to ruin the friendship, so you straight up told him, only for him to respond with the fact that he didn't send you any roses

belphie was sending them, he loves how good you are to his brother, and would like to know you better

Diavolo

you work at a large company, and your boss can be mean sometimes

that's why you weren't happy with the fact that his son would start working here too, the grump gene must run in the family, right?

but no, his son, diavolo, was the nicest guy you ever met, he wasn't like his father at all

during company get togethers on friday nights, you get to see another playful side to him, he was perfect

one night, you had drunk a bit too much, so diavolo took you home and called you the next morning to check on you

the phone call ended up going on for a bit longer than expected, and now you two have a date planned

[pfaerie]

Johnny Lawrence has had zero growth in five seasons. It's time the writers kill him off already. The baby storyline is lame and I hope the series gets cancelled.

damn did i send myself an anon???

but seriously, i was JUST saying on twitter how frustrating it is to see johnny go from main character with a couple of silly quirks (something something, johnny's reluctance to upgrade any of his technology symbolizes the way he's clinging to the 80s because in his mind that's where the best version of himself is something) to a gibbified version of himself. his only personality traits now are he's stupid and he grew up in the 80s -- and i'd argue that they completely smothered his love of karate in season 3 which was STUPID because johnny lawrence falling in love with karate again because he's found he loves teaching was so GOOD it was SO GOOD that this guy who spent 30 years branded as "the bad student" became a good teacher who decided it wasn’t weak to show mercy and he wanted to stop the cycle of abuse in cobra kai was SO SO SO GOOD.

like, he was also sexist and racist and generally ignorant in s1 and s2, but i liked seeing him try to grow out of all of that bc of his students? i thought it was sweet how someone showing him kindness (miguel making him a website, trying to get him more students, etc) made him want to change and i HATE that the show’s decided “having an accident baby with the neighbor lady is how we’re going to show johnny’s commitment to change! nothing says commitment like an unplanned pregnancy only a couple months into a relationship!” idek, like, it's nice seeing media show that it's never too late to educate yourself and get over your biases but sucks when they ditch that approach in favor of having johnny sexually harass teenage girls for the Laughs (bc johnny is harmless right!!! he's too stupid to realize cornering girls while they're doing after-school sports is weird!!! oh those old guys!!! haha -- but tbh, what do you expect from a show that decided having a teen girl say it's okay to let men ogle them at a car wash bc the cheerleaders are sex-positive feminists teehee!!!!)

this show really just spiraled from being about johnny lawrence finally growing up to being about how johnny lawrence is always going to be the same as he ever was. it's sad

[elliestormfound]

Demon Jaskier Demon Jaskier Demon Jaskier Dem-

Dear anon, thank you for your ask! I’m not sure if you just wanted to share your excitement about the thought of demon!Jaskier, but I accidentally wrote a fic  about it... :D

this is a bit sexier than my usual fics, but nothing too graphic, but definitely +18

CW: talk about sex and a bit of sexy kissing time in the end

read on ao3

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“Tell me your name,” Geralt demanded in a dangerously calm voice. 

The witcher could smell a whiff of burnt flesh from where his silver blade pressed against the delicate skin of the demon’s throat, hard enough to dent but not pierce it. He knew the true name of the demon could have power over them but he was under no illusion that the demon would offer it that easily. 

And the fucking demon had the audacity to smile at him.

Geralt increased the pressure of his sword tip slightly.

“Whoa, careful,” the demon said, “can’t answer your question if you cut my throat.”

But Geralt did not move, eyeing the demon closely. Two twisted horns protruded from tousled brown hair and uncannily intensive blue eyes looked back at him. The demon had some kind of otherworldly...beauty to him. But otherwise he looked almost human. 

“You can call me...” the demon began, looking away from the witcher, eyes searching the ground. A moment later he smiled back up at Geralt, “Jaskier.”

A single eyebrow raised, the witcher snorted, “buttercup?” With this sort of fake name Geralt would not be able to banish this cheeky bastard.

The demon - Jaskier - just grinned at him. Geralt nearly rolled his eyes, but he schooled his face back into a blank expression. 

“What do you want?” he asked through gritted teeth, remembering why he was here: not to chat with the demon about his choice of fake names but to find out what he had done to the village women and how to reverse it before sending him back to whatever hell dimension he had crawled out of. 

“What have you done to the women?”

Jaskier grinned lewdly and winked.

“You are sleeping with those women,” Geralt growled, no more confirmation needed, “did you also impregnate them?”

The witcher knew that some demons did that. Their offspring from human women could help anchor them to this realm, giving them easy access. 

“Imp...of course I’m not impregnating them,” Jaskier said indignantly, and as an afterthought adding a moment later, “I am not ready to be a father.”

Geralt growled, “don’t joke with me.”

“I’m not joking,” Jaskier said, holding up his hands, “the women didn’t summon me to impregnate them.”

“The women summoned you?” Geralt asked, unbelieving, searching Jaskier’s face for any signs of lying and finding none. But that didn’t mean much with a demon.

“Of course they summoned me,” Jaskier said, “why else would I be in this tiny village in the middle of nowhere?”

Good point, Geralt thought but didn’t say it out loud. 

Instead he asked, “why did they summon you?” 

The demon tried to laugh, but it quickly turned into coughing. “I’ll tell you, when you remove this from my throat,” he said, pointing at the sword, “talking like this is rather unpleasant.”

“You seem to talk just fine,” Geralt mumbled, but moved the blade a few centimeters away, still close enough to keep the demon in place, but not touching his skin anymore.

Jaskier exhaled and smiled at Geralt. 

Carefully rubbing his burned skin at the throat, he said, “thank you, my dear witcher.”

Geralt growled, “now tell me why the women summoned you.” He wanted to see where this was going. 

But of course did the demon not answer him directly. How he hated demons. 

“Do you know what kind of demon I am, witcher?” he asked in a velvety soft voice. 

Geralt looked him up and down.

“The alderman said you are a demon of adultery and that you make the women frigid.”

The demon laughed hollowly. “Yes, of course the old fucker said that,” Jaskier replied after a moment, sounding amused and pissed off at the same time.

“You can probably find me in the bestiary of yours,” he said, gesturing vaguely at Geralt, “under L: ‘demon of lust’.” 

Geralt just lifted a brow, “yes, I know about your funny little bestiaries,” Jaskier went on,” you aren’t the first witcher I’ve met.” His unearthly blue eyes sparkled and he winked at Geralt. The fucker actually winked at him.

“Come to the point,” he growled, silver sword still pointed at his throat.

Jaskier laughed again as if they were having a casual chat amongst friends and not an interrogation at swordpoint. And of course - the demon did not ‘come to the point’. The bastard really liked to hear himself talk.

“One of the women found a text with instructions how to summon me and she and a few of her friends made a nice little ritual and poof - here I was. They snatched me right out of a delightful little orgy in Novigrad...”

Geralt lifted his brows and tilted his head slightly.

“These lovely women, my dear witcher, summoned me,” Jaskier said, lifting his index finger in emphasis, “because their useless husbands do not satisfy them.”

Geralt huffed and asked with a smirk, “so that is what they wanted you to do? Satisfy them?”

“Yes,” Jaskier said, smiling, “they wanted me to fuck them silly, introduce them to the wonders of the orgasm. And that is what I did.” He had a dreamy look on his face, eyes glazed over as if he was thinking back to said fucking. 

After a moment he shook his head, focusing on Geralt again and continued, “I also showed them how to…” he wiggled his fingers, “pleasure themselves. I don’t plan to stay longer than strictly necessary and didn’t want to leave them….wanting.”

“So you fucked them and showed them how to...masturbate?” This was getting more and more ridiculous.

“Yes, most of these poor women never really touched themself,” Jaskier said, shaking his head, and with audible anger in his voice he continued, “this bastard of a priest told them that their hands would fall off if they touched their own body in that way, that only their husbands were allowed to touch them ’down there’.” The demon pointed towards his own crotch as he said the last two words. 

“The alderman - do you know what his wife told me?” the demon went on, head tilted and watching Geralt closely, “she told me that when her husband fucks her, it feels like he is just using her body to pleasure himself and that he is convinced that women are simply not able to get any pleasure from sex.” Jaskier shook his head.

“But don’t get me wrong,” he continued, “their husbands are not all bad. A bit more marital communication, actually listening to their wives and chasing away the dreadful priest and most of them can be happy in bed together…”

“And what did those women give you for...your services?” Geralt asked a moment later. 

The demon furrowed his brows. “What do you mean?”

“Demons usually demand payment from their… victims,” Geralt clarified. 

The demon put his hands on his hips and opened his mouth, blinking a few times before he said, “victims? They summoned me, if anyone is the victim here, it’s me!”

Geralt huffed and said, “did you get their souls? Ten years of their lives? Their firstborn?”

Jaskier shook his head. “Why would I want that? I got amazing sex and I got to show them how to satiate their own lust. There is nothing more to want.”

They both whipped their heads to the side as they heard hurried footsteps rushing through the forest towards them. A moment later they saw the figure of a woman and a moment after they heard her screaming, “stop, master witcher, don’t hurt him.”

Geralt still pointed the sword at Jaskier’s throat when the woman came to a halt next to them, breathing heavily. Three deep in- and exhales later she raised herself to her full height, looked Geralt firm in the eyes and said, “please don’t kill him, he did not hurt any of us.” The woman laid her hand on Jaskier’s shoulder who grinned at her.

“Hello, Kasia,” he said in his velvety voice and the woman smiled back brightly.

Geralt coughed to get their attention back. 

“Are you one of the women from the village?” he asked, pointing in the general direction of said village. 

“Yes!” she replied, still a bit out of breath, “I sneaked out of the house as I heard Lukas, my husband, talk to our neighbor about hiring a witcher to kill him.”

She tried to squeeze herself between Jaskier and the blade, but the demon carefully grabbed her arm to stop her. 

“Do you believe me now, witcher?” Jaskier asked.

Geralt shook his head, more to clear his thoughts and school his features back to an unreadable expression than to deny what Jaskier had asked. 

“He did not hurt you?” Geralt asked the woman, “did not do anything against your will?” 

“No,” Kasia said urgently, “he only did what we asked him to do and it was really...hmmm….nice,” she ended in a dreamy voice. 

Geralt watched Jaskier closely for another moment longer before he slowly lowered his sword and took a few steps back. Kasia exhaled loudly and hugged the demon. Jaskier patted her on the back and whispered something in her ear that made her giggle.

“Okay, I will head back before Lukas will notice I’m gone,” she said. With a bow to Geralt she made her way back towards the village. 

Geralt sheathed his sword and he and Jaskier stood silent for a while, eyeing each other.

Geralt was the first one to break the silence.

“Is that your true form?” he asked. A lot of demons were able to shapeshift and it would explain why the few men who had a glimpse of the demon had given him wildly contradictory descriptions.

“I can take many forms,” Jaskier said, stretching his arms wide, “I shape my appearance to the pleasure of my partner. I can be a man, a woman and anyone in between or outside of that…”

He was smiling softly at Geralt and continued, “for some of the women here it was quite unexpected to find out that they weren’t actually interested in men...And one woman wasn’t interested in sex at all. We had a lovely evening, drank a bottle of wine and played gwent.”

“So this is the form your last partner desired? This Kasia?” Geralt asked after a moment, still eyeing him closely. Now that he was standing a few steps away he had a better view of the demon. His pale cheeks were flushed a shade of pink that matched his plush lips. And he either had the darkest lashes Geralt had ever seen or he used kohl to highlight their unearthly blue color. His black shirt clung tightly to his broad shoulders, dark chest hair peeking out the loosely laced front and his high waisted trousers accentuating his slim waist.

“No, darling,” Jaskier said, licking his lips and taking a step towards him, “this form is all for you.” He was moving his hands up and down his body in a presentation. Geralt didn’t know why his heartbeat suddenly picked up and his hands got clammy. 

“You’ve got good taste, I must admit,” Jaskier said, slowly turning around and swinging his hips. 

“What…?” Geralt asked. He had a hard time keeping his pupils from dilating. As Jaskier turned Geralt could see that the high waisted trousers not only accentuated his waist but also his round…

“Are you enjoying what you see, witcher?” Jaskier purred.

Geralt coughed and blinked before regaining his composure. Jaskier just smirked and took another step towards the witcher.

“So the alderman will not pay you,” Jaskier said suddenly. Geralt hummed in confirmation. Jaskier licked his lips and Geralt’s eyes followed the tip of his tongue. 

He shook his head and growled but made no attempt to step away, “are you using your powers on me?” 

Jaskier shook his head, “that is not how I work, darling, I cannot force anyone to do anything they don’t want to.”

A heartbeat later he stood only a breath away from Geralt.

“What I can do is offer something you desire. But it is completely your choice if you take it.”

“And,” Geralt asked in a hoarse voice, “what do you want?”

Jaskier smiled, looking hungrily at Geralt’s lips.

“I wouldn’t be here if I wouldn't want you.”

The demon lifted his hand slowly, stroked a rogue strand of his white hair behind Geralt’s ear and said softly, “so what do you say?”

Geralt swallowed, still not moving away. He could feel Jaskier’s breath on his face, so close was the demon. 

“You could have overpowered me at any time, couldn’t you?” Geralt asked, “even with my silver sword at your throat?”

Jaskier just smiled and nodded.

“Why didn’t you?” Geralt asked, breathless.

“Because you like to be in control, don’t you?” the demon purred, his index finger stroking down Geralt’s chest.

And with a motion too quick even for Geralt, Jaskier had stepped behind him, captured both of his wrists in his surprisingly strong hands and pushed Geralt's chest against a tree, holding him securely in place. Geralt wiggled around but found that the demon was surprisingly strong. But somehow he wasn’t afraid. 

Jaskier’s grip was firm but gentle.

“But sometimes,” he whispered in Geralt’s ear, tickling the sensitive skin there with his hot breath, “it is nice to let go and let someone else take over, isn’t it?”

Geralt shuddered and leaned back into Jaskier’s warm body. 

“So you want to play with me, witcher?” Jaskier breathed against his ear.

“Yes,” Geralt said before he felt hot lips pressed to his neck kissing a trail from his ear to his shoulder.

A heartbeat later his breath caught in his throat as he felt Jaskier open his mouth to press sharp canines against the soft skin of his neck, hard enough to dent but not pierce it and he groaned. 

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[atsumiyass]

hello, I saw your shiratorizawa manager post and was wondering if you could maybe do some manager content but with seijoh? Sorry if its too much to ask but have a good day!

hi!! thank you for requesting this anon, i’m sorry that i focused mainly on the third years but regardless, i hope you enjoy! if you wanted something more specific, let me know and i’ll gladly write again! also, if anyone’s interested in a part two, let me know!! - mars

Lets go to the beach! 

f!reader x seijoh third years (platonic relationships)

on the court, the seijoh volleyball team was a force to be reckoned with, a challenging opponent to defeat.

off the court, though? seriousness and intimidation went out the window.

honestly, none of them could take anything seriously (besides maybe iwaizumi, but even he needed a break sometimes).

so, to reward the team for “day 100 since our last volleyball related accident”, you’d decided to invite them to the beach.

that, and the fact that this was one of the last times you’d all be able to hang out before the third years (including yourself) left to go their separate ways.

the third years’ groupchat (appropriately titled ‘iwaizumi and the circus’, name chosen by yours truly) was being blown up by oikawa, who was most likely asking if they could stay to take sunset photos, and the memes from hanamakki and matsukawa. iwaizumi had the groupchat on do not disturb, or so he claimed, and wouldnt reply for a while.

pulling the oversized team jacket in your closet on (oikawa had lent you his after you’d lost your first one, and you still wore it), you finally answered the groupchat.

y/n: please :)) shut :)) up :))

oikawa: you wound me

matsukawa: that isnt hard to do

oikawa: i’m starting a go fund me for new teammates. the benefits are that i would get bullied way less.

hanamakki: i’m 100% sure they’d still bully you.

iwazumi: shittykawa, we’re the best youre gonna get, so shut up.

oikawa: i hate it here.

y/n: you love us, just admit it.

oikawa: mmmaybe, but where are you guys? you all said you’d be here thirty minutes ago and i haven’t seen any of you?

y/n: 😃✌️

matsukawa: who’s gonna tell him that he got the time wrong?

iwaizumi: you absolute buffoon.

oikawa: i am once again starting a go fund me.

y/n: for braincells? you need those 🥰

oikawa: i just wanna be APPRECIATED.

y/n: tuff

leaving the others to the daily discussion of teasing oikawa, you picked up your duffel bag with towels, snacks, water, and sunscreen stored in it.

oikawa had volunteered to bring a volleyball, and you agreed- beach volleyball was always fun. iwaizumi said he could bring some beach chairs, which was appreciated by everyone.

you finally stepped outside your house, acknowledging your neighbor nearby, and noticing matsukawa down the street.

he had his back to you, so you decided to take advantage of it- back to the groupchat, which had apparently been now been named ‘go fund me’

y/n: did you know matsukawa is wearing sneakers. to the beach.

hanamakki: that’s gonna be a nightmare to clean

matsukawa: bold of you to assume they’ve ever been cleaned

y/n: i hate it here

oikawa: i don’t know why but he’s lying

- oikawa: l/n,,, matsukawa,, could you two be a dear and hurry UP i’m stuck with iwa and he’s aggressively setting up the chairs. 

y/n: how do you aggressively set up chairs?

oikawa: do i look like iwa.

y/n: you’re right, iwaizumi looks much better.

oikawa: i hate it here

matsukawa: y/n l/n can you stop texting and WALK because i’ve been standing here waiting for you 😐

y/n: i’m a manager not a runner smh

oikawa: i saw you running to say hi to iwa the other day.

y/n: that doesn’t count.

shutting off your phone, you jogged up to your friend, who was waiting for you so he could continue his walk to the bus stop.

“looking nice, issei.”

“if you’re expecting a compliment back, you aren’t getting one.”

heart been broke so many times 💔

but to be fair, you signed up for it all those years (note: 3) ago.

finally, you two dumbasses made it to the bus stop, and the bus arrived moments later.

even though you were sitting next to each other, you both opted to sit in comfortable silence.

and send memes in the group chat to annoy everyone.

a short while later, and bearing witness to much more of oikawa’s complaining and iwaizumi getting annoyed over text, you both got off the bus and started searching for your friends.

not too hard to find because oikawa was wearing the tackiest swim trunks ever, and you were considering taking a photo and sending it to karasuno.

sprinting over to iwa and oikawa, you kicked sand on matsukawa in the process.

trust 📉

“y/n-chan!” oikawa chuckled when you threw one arm around him in a weird hug, using the other to pull iwa in and ignoring matsukawa.

“okay, wow, rude. ignoring me is not very cash money of you.” you heard a familiar voice say, and turned to see hanamakki practicing receives in the sand a small distance away- near the beach volleyball net that had been set up for anyone to use.

“that’s what you get for bullying me,” oikawa retorted, and you stifled a laugh.

everyone looked at peace and happy, free from the stress they had been dealing with, and you smiled. your last job as manager had been complete.

“hey, how about we play? me and hanamakki versus oikawa and matsukawa. iwa can be referee.”

“finally, a break from his annoying ass.”

“you love me!”

“don’t dream of it.”

the game was relatively simple compared to the usual- no intense or complicated moves, just keeping the ball from hitting the sand.

the score was relatively even- no one could really be counted as in the lead, and iwaizumi was getting annoyed with standing.

in the end, oikawa and matsukawa pulled ahead and won, which resulted in you getting thrown over matsukawa’s shoulder and dumped in the water, soaking your jacket and shorts.

very nice matsukawa.

“what was that for!?”

“losers get dunked!”

you: 😐

him: 😁

now, sitting in the chairs iwa had brought as oikawa admired and took photos of the sunset, and even took a selfie with you qnd the sunset in the background, you were content.

“thank you.” you turned to face them, eyes softening as you smiled with your eyes misty.

“for what?”

“oi, don’t turn into shittykawa on me!”

“no, i mean it... thank you for the past three years. i’m going to tell the rest of the team too, but you guys have been here for so long. thanks for letting me be the manager.”

“i’m taking this as a declaration of love. y/n, we appreciate you too and wouldn’t want anyone else to manage us. i know the rest of the team will miss you.”

you snorted.

“don’t think they’ll miss you though.”

“hey! way to ruin the moment!”

you all ended up leaving shortly after that.

coming back, you see over 100 notifs from the team groupchat.

yahaba: wait, so you got to see l/n-san in a bikini?

kunimi: do you ever shut up about her

matsukawa: yeah

hanamakki: don’t worry there wasn’t much to see

y/n: man i hate it here

oikawa: start a go fund me with me

y/n: no

y/n: wait money yes

oikawa: i

iwaizumi: you?

oikawa: hate it here.

y/n: anyways youre all invited to my house for a get-together tomorrow.

kindaichi: me and kunimi will be there!

kunimi: what

matsukawa: if i don’t go youre just gonna drag me so i don’t have a choice.

y/n: i would never smh

oikawa: will i get bullied

y/n: maybe not

oikawa: deal

iwaizumi: why not

hanamakki: yeah ^^

kyoutani: maybe.

y/n: oh wow he speaks

y/n: wait where yahaba

yahaba: sorry trying to find missing shirt yes i’ll go

y/n: thank you.

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[simonsrosebud]

Dalton + the foxes spring break trip

this was one of the first prompts sent for kalton and i’m SO SORRY that it took me this long, anon!! almost a month, now!!  okay that’s not really that long but still, i kept saying i’d have it and NOW I FINALLY DO!!!  (and she long too)

dalton’s sitting in the lounge while kevin gets his spring physical when allison comes through the room.  she backtracks when she sees him, and sits on the arm of his chair.

“getting excited for spring break?”  she shrugs her one shoulder at him.

dalton shrugs.  it might be nice seeing the girls.  “sure, might go home for the week.”

allison frowns.  she leans away from him and grabs his shoulder.  “you’re not coming to florida with us?”  and looks the other way when kevin comes out of abby’s room.  “did you not invite dalton to florida?”

kevin stops.  fuck.  “i was going to.”

dalton starts to smile.  “he definitely wasn’t.”

allison looks between the two of them and stands.  “okay, well, if this causes drama please call me over?  i’d hate to miss it.”  she sends a wink dalton’s way and heads into abby’s room for her spring physical.

dalton stands and grabs kevin’s hand to lead him back out to the car.  “i don’t care that if you don’t invite me, kev.  me hanging with your friends makes you nervous, but keep in mind that andrew approves of me?  remember the date to the zoo?  i know he’s who you’re actually worried about.”

kevin knows this.  god, he knows.  he remembers their double date to the zoo with andrew and neil- as awful as it was because animals make him nervous.  but it was obvious that andrew approved after he talked to dalton after the winter banquet, and neither were harmed or fazed.

kevin’s still trying to get the scoop on  that.

but he still can’t promise the foxes will behave, and a week with them without a way to get out?  scary.  it’s not like they’d be able to just go to dalton’s.

plus, the night they got him wasted and spilled some of kevin’s secrets still haunts him.

“i’ll think about it.”

two days later, kevin stops by dalton’s classroom before they start.  “you can come, but i’m not letting you do shit just to please my friends.  they’re assholes and we both know it.”  that’s fair.  kevin lowers his voice.  ”if they cross a line and you don’t call them out on it then they’ll keep going, and you won’t be having sex for the rest of the month, and i find you won’t like it.  got it?”

dalton’s smiling.  kevin’s 100% serious, and dalton knows he won’t hesitate to hold up his bargain, but he doesn’t care.  it’s wickedly entertaining regardless.  “yes sir.”

kevin nods, and goes to leave.  halfway out of the room he turns.  dalton’s students always watch him like hawks, but he’s used to it by now.  “i’m serious, miller.”

the house is bigger than their first spring break house.  it’s beach front, and if they have neighbors within a mile then kevin surely can’t see them.

he and dalton get one of the two bedrooms on the top floor.  it’s them, and allison in the room beside them.

the first day they’re there, after everyone’s settled, the drinks immediately start flowing.  dalton starts to get more clingy, and at one point they disappear for two hours.

when they come back, changed and showered, dalton sits on the sofa tucked into kevin’s side.  allison points a drunken finger at dalton.  “i’d ask you why you left, but i could practically hear you guys fucking just going up the stairs!”  she sticks a finger to her mouth to fake gag.

kevin’s not one to talk about his sex life with this crew.  and dalton knows this, but kevin can see a snarky remark brewing in his head anyway, so kevin decides he can indulge his boyfriend this once.  “just because you’re not getting dick doesn’t mean i can’t.”

nicky chokes on his drink.  “no way is kevin a bottom!”

a few wads of cash silently get handed to neil while the group reacts to his comment.

matt turns to look at them.  “eh, i guess i can see it.”

“me too,” dalton says.

aaron gags.  “i’d rather die than continue this conversation.”

the next day is going well until lunchtime when kevin, nicky, andrew, aaron, and himself are in the kitchen.  dalton has offered to make the sandwiches for the beach so long as in exchange for not having to drag one of the coolers down onto the sand.

“okay but for real, how do you put up with kevin?  we lived with him, but i can’t imagine dating him.”

“the same way i couldn’t imagine dating you, but erik can.”

aaron steals a piece of cheese from the pack.  “i’d pay someone to kill me.”

“you guys realize he’s sitting right here?”  dalton glances to kevin sitting at a stool to the island.  he looks unbothered.

nicky shrugs.  “yeah, but he’s used to us teasing him.”

“cause he knows he’s an asshole.”

“does he get pissy when you try to talk about anything other than exy?”

“he was an uptight dick when he first stopped drinking.  how does it feel to date an alcoholic?  kevin, how does a vodka sound?”  andrew raises a brow.  dalton notices kevin stiffen just a bit.  that one stung a little.

dalton clenches his hand on the knife and stops what he’s doing to look at andrew.  “you remember our talk, andrew.”  andrew stops.  “don’t talk to him or me like that ever again.  i don’t cross your lines, don’t cross mine,” he says.  “yes or no?”

andrew is still for a solid minute.  dalton knows he respects him just enough to stop when he says no.  dalton has proved himself, and andrew knows he isn’t intimidated by him.  kevin doesn’t even have that from andrew yet.

plus, dalton learned pretty quick how to speak his language.

which is why dalton waits for the nod he knows will come.  “i’ll indulge.”  and leaves the kitchen.

when he does he looks to the other two.  “tease me all you want, i’ve got tough skin, but insult my boyfriend or my relationship to my face again and we’re going to have real problems.”  he continues making the last sandwich of the bunch, his own.  “after all, aaron, i’m sure you don’t like it when the foxes all question why on earth katelyn would a simple minded seemingly homophobic dick when there are plenty guys on the football team that would kill for a chance with a cheerleader.”  he shrugs and takes a bite of his sandwich.

nicky looked guilty before, but after that he tries holding in a shit eating grin as aaron storms away.  when neil comes in a moment later confused, he asks, “why’s he pissed?”

“dalton came at his neck.”

neil, a little alarmed, takes a step away from dalton.

“that means he called him the fuck out on his bs, neil.”

oh.

“for what?”

dalton doesn’t care to stay for the rest of it.  he’s finished making sandwiches, and kevin looks smug where he’s sat.

“do good enough to keep sex for the month?”  dalton whispers and kevin tries not to laugh.  instead he takes dalton’s hand and leads him to their bedroom.

the next incident comes from the water balloons that dalton had brought.  no one notices they’ve disappeared until andrew comes through the house with a straight face and a bucket full of them.

he stands on the balcony that afternoon, pelting whoever went out on the deck with balloons.  and when dalton comes out with a few of his own he throws them right back.

but then neil comes out with more of his own, and matt joins neil’s side with a water gun.

dalton’s face falls.  “oh- oh this was not supposed to happen.”

as the attack starts, he tries to get back inside, but kevin is standing on the other side of the sliding door with a cocky grin, waving at him.

and the door’s locked.

“kevin!”

kevin cocks his head.  “i can’t hear you, d!”

dalton gawks, but then gasps when a bucket of ice water is dropped over him.  he looks up at neil leaning over the deck railing and laughing his ass off.  it’s a good thing he considers neil a friend.

kevin opens the door.  “sorry, i think the door must have been locked.”

dalton glares, and chases kevin soaking wet through the house.  when he grabs him by the thighs he lifts and throws him over his shoulder. 

“put me down or i- dalton don’t you dare throw me in the pool!”  he shouts when dalton runs out the door again.  and kevin shouts and grips onto dalton’s shirt as he jumps into the pool with kevin over his shoulder.

when they come back up kevin gasps and latches onto dalton.

“kev, i can’t carry us both!”  dalton jokes, kicking his legs to stay afloat.

kevin tries not to show his panic for a second.  he can’t touch the bottom.  “oh my god.”  his arms tighten around dalton’s neck, “i never learned how to swim,” he whispers.

dalton swims to where kevin can hold on to the ledge.  they’re both in their clothes, kevin even has socks on.

“you can’t swim?”

kevin shrugs and pulls himself out to sit on the concrete.  he peels his socks off, then his shirt.  dalton takes his shirt off, but he’s wearing swim trunks so he stays in.

“we never had the luxury of going to a pool or beach, i’ve only been to the beach a few times since i’ve come to south carolina.  i never go deep enough that i can’t touch.”

dalton holds a hand over his forehead to block the sun from his view.  kevin kind of looks like a god, backlit like this.

or an angel.

anyway…

“do you want me to teach you?”

kevin scowls a little bit, more to himself.  “don’t need to give them another reason to come at me.”

dalton nods.  he gets it, the foxes are a tough crew and kevin doesn’t always tell them when they’ve hit a nerve.  he just gives a “fuck you” and insults them back instead of telling them that he doesn’t like when they do ______.

to each their own.

but that night, dalton tells kevin to put his swim trunks on and meet him outside.  he’s in the pool when kevin opens the door.  “you know it’s like three in the morning, right?”

“you were up anyway.”

“sure, but not to go swimming.”  kevin sits on the edge of the pool.

dalton swims to him.  “what will it take for you to let me teach you to swim?”

kevin rolls his eyes.  he’s not doing this right now.  “d, i don’t go swimming.  there’s no point, really.”

“what if you’re on a boat and it sinks?”

“life jacket.”

“and if there’s not enough?  remember what happened in titanic?”

kevin glares.  they sit in silence for a minute, and eventually kevin looks his way again.  “what do you want me to do?”  he mumbles.

dalton pushes away from the wall.  “just swim to me.”

kevin stands.  “that’s not really teaching- oh!”  andrew rams into kevin to shove him into the pool, and dalton can’t really say he expected that, but it doesn’t surprise him once he registers it.  he knew andrew was awake when he passed him earlier.

andrew walked into the living room with a book in his hands, and stopped when he’d seen dalton.  “go to bed.”

“i’m waiting for kevin.”

“no fucking on the sofa, i’m not leaving.”  he said, and plopped down on the loveseat.

dalton kind of stammered for a second, and stood when kevin texted him back omw.

“i’m, no, we’re just going in the pool.”

andrew already had his book propped open.  “he can’t swim.”

“i’m gonna try to teach him.”  he’d said, and that was the end of it.

kevin gasps when he comes up from underwater, and on instinct swims to the edge of the pool and pulls himself out.  he goes to yell at andrew, but he beats him to it.  standing there, dry, andrew wipes a single splash droplet from his bicep.  “you can swim.”  and leaves.

dalton is grinning when kevin turns back around.

“i-i didn’t, i was already at the edge.”

“you swam like five feet, kev.  i think you’re capable of swimming, you’re just scared.”

he is not scared.  of water, for christ sake.

when dalton convinces him to get in the pool again, it’s just shallow enough that kevin can stand on his tip toes if he needs.  dalton is waiting on the other end.  kevin feels like a child.  “this is stupid.”

“just do it, and we can go have sex.”  and kevin isn’t even in the mood, because he’s still annoyed at andrew, but he’s not a coward anymore, so he ducks underwater and swims to his boyfriend.  when he gets close enough, dalton grabs his hands and pulls him the rest of the way.

kevin is smiling, a little.

he feels accomplished.  dalton isn’t stupid.

“okay, i didn’t include andrew in that, i promise, but at least we know you do know how to swim.”

and kevin literally has his lips on dalton’s.  he doesn’t want to think about andrew.  “shut up, please.”  and kisses him.

the only people who really get more color from the beach kevin, nicky, dalton, matt, dan, and allison.

neil’s is a special case, because while he gets tan, it’s only his legs, face, and arms to which he gains a wicked farmers tan that everyone teases him about.  he doesn’t really care.  you can only tell if he lifts his short sleeves, and since he never goes shirtless or wears tank tops, he can hide it.

aaron gets sunburnt, but that doesn’t count.

nicky claims that aaron always gets burnt, and that he’s never seen so much as a single patch of red skin on andrew.  only that he gets a little tan, sometimes, in the summer.

andrew decides not to let him be proven right (even though he is) and conceals himself under an umbrella, so no one knows for sure.  his armbands stay on, of course, and no one else is allowed to use his shade but neil and renee.

dalton plays football on the beach with matt and goes boogie boarding with neil and dan at one point.  and one day he surprises the group by saying that they should go surfing.

“you know how to surf?”  kevin flips his sunglasses up to look at his boyfriend clearly.  “since when?”

“we used to go on vacation to florida a lot, my grandparents used to have a condo.”

“and you surfed?”

“i mean, i’m no expert.”

kevin doesn’t care.  he’s seen surfers in motion.  it’s hot.  he wants to see dalton out there straddling a surf board.

but no one else knows how to surf, and they don’t feel like learning.  “we could go horseback riding like last year?”  dan offers.

dalton notices neil grimace.  kevin groans into his arm.  “what?”  he mumbles.

“i don’t trust large animals.”  he lifts his head up and points a finger at him.  “don’t make a comment.  that’s a perfectly valid argument.  they’re not to be trusted.  imagine if that thing kicked you in the face with a metal hoof?”

“aw, alright, it’s okay baby kevin,”  he pets kevin’s head, and jumps up and squeals when kevin lunges.  he tries to run, but falls behind tripping in the sand.  kevin grabs him from behind and jumps onto his back. 

dan turns to the group really quick.  “we all like dalton, yes or no, show of hands?”  everyone but aaron and andrew raise their hands.

neil looks back at him.  “andrew likes him.”

“aaron’s just still pissy that dalton told him to knock off the bs a few days ago.  he’s a yes.”

dan nods.  matt wraps an arm around her shoulders.  “man, i know kevin’s a pain in the ass, but it’s always just been his paranoia and anxiety.  the dude’s a little more fucked up than some of us.”

“that’s not necessarily relevant,” aaron says.

“no, i mean.”  matt shrugs.  “dalton’s good for him.  i think he’s helped a lot with that stuff.  he’s a good support system for kevin.  and a happy kevin is like the happy wife happy life thing, no?”

“you got that right.  plus, dalton’s not bad to look at.”  aaron kicks nicky’s foot.  “i’m allowed to acknowledge when someone’s attractive.  don’t tell me you don’t look at megan fox and go hm, she’s not bad to look at.”  aaron rolls his eyes.

allison looks out to kevin and dalton in the ocean.  they’re standing at almost chest deep, and dalton has one arm draped over kevin’s shoulder, keeping him steady, and the other pushing kevin’s hair from his forehead.

“this week was really fun.”

“i probably would’ve been annoyed at them all week without you here.”  dalton raises his eyebrows.  “you ground me.”

that makes him smile.  “i’m glad.”

kevin kisses him, and he means for it to just be chaste, but he goes in again because he can’t help himself.  and because he can.

dalton starts to smile against his lips, and slides a hand to the back of his head, through his wet hair.  “love you.”

kevin hums.  “i love you,” he mumbles, and when he pulls away he wraps himself around dalton in the water and drops his head on his shoulder.  thank god he invited him.

[isthatbloodonhisshirt]

I just read Be Still My Heart, and I just wanted to share. Much as it sounds like this was cathartic for you to write, it was really cathartic for me to read as well. I used to have an upstairs neighbor (I called him stompy) who would loudly stomp as hard as he could above my bedroom every time i woke in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, since the light and fan were connected on the same switch. living with that anxiety was insanely hard and impacts life a lot. I really (1/2)

(2/2) this fic, the resolution and Derek's apology, as it is something I honestly needed at the time too. I really hope your situation has improved! But this is one that will stick with me in a good way, and I appreciate you writing it! (3/2) a bonus, from my own story - Stompy eventually got evicted because he never bothered to clean hair from his shower drain to the point that he flooded his apartment and they had to replace multiple of my internal walls. I felt vindicated!

I’m so sorry to hear you had a shitty neighbour situation too, Anon :( That really sucks, but it sounds like at least Stompy got what he deserved and hopefully you have much nicer neighbours now! 

Honestly, it was cathartic to write at the time, but the amount of hate I got on that one because of what Derek did kind of nullified the catharsis in a way and now I have anxiety about my neighbour and when I see a comment for that fic because it’s always hit or miss if it’ll be someone calling me a horrible person or someone (like you) who has also had a horrible neighbour and recognizes it was a way to have some control over the shit I am literally still going through. 

Because sadly, crazy lady isn’t done being crazy. She is still complaining constantly about me doing things I legitimately cannot possibly be doing. She once complained I was being loud and throwing a party when I was not even in the country! (This was, of course, pre-COVID. You know, back when travelling was a thing |D). 

I still hear about the complaints periodically, but the Strata has told the management company to leave me alone. They still don’t, I still get emails or texts on occasion, but I honestly have stopped being polite about it when I see them. They send me a message and I basically reply with “cool story, I was sleeping” because this has been going on since 2017 and I am done. I have proven time and again it’s not me, and she has yet to provide one shred of evidence that it is, so really, at this point, I don’t give a shit if she’s miserable, because living above her makes me miserable. 

I’m glad you got rid of Stompy, and I’m really glad to hear that the fic was cathartic for you to read. I guess those of us with shitty neighbours know how nice it would be to find out there wasn’t a shitty neighbour after all and the Super just wanted to date you |D lol But thank you Anon, for real, I appreciate this message so much and I’m glad you managed to get rid of your shitty neighbour <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

[huenjin]

2020 year end greetings.

disclaimer: this is going to be very long ( ˶ ❛ ꁞ ❛ ˶ ), but that's how much gratitude i have and so much more of love.

2020. ah, this year was a very emotional journey for me and how i wish i could sing jessi's gucci all throughout. however, that was not the case. tumblr helped me run away from all those irl miseries. these people made me feel at home.

this skz writing blog has been existing from the last few days of september and it came to life when i was losing motivation to write on my main (which i closed down because stray kids made me like writing back again) and it's stayed since then. you guys have stayed since then. grateful, a one hundred times and more.

so, this is rue, getting sappy and so much more thankful for everything i have and recieved with this blog. this is rue, asking you to accompany me for a little more and to listen to the stories i have to share. the is rue with heart full of nothing but love for each one of you.

to each one of my mutuals, for whom i pray to the stars to shower you with nothing but fortune —

@sinisterlyhan ♡ eiko, best thing i ever did was hit you up. how are you always so calm? or at least that's the tone i have in my head when i read your texts. it's so pleasant to talk to you. ily. and let me get started on your writing — you've heard this from me like every day but ma'am, you make magic. you lace stars together to form such a beautiful constellation of a writing and i fall in love a little more. thank you for inspiring me to always do better!

the hyunsung demon!au (whew!) — 01. 02. 03.

this hyunjin bad boy!au

@mochinnie ♡ isa, how i wish you handled yourself with a little more care. you're so fragile and delicate and i just want to protect you ?? so much ??? you're precious and one of the most beautiful people i have met. your characterisation is just perfect and god, i wish i could once write headcanons like you do. thank you for being my friend and for fangirling to me and for loving me. it means the world. psst, ily.

this seungmin fic

querencia | hh

@sparklemin ♡ nara!!!! big brain nara! god i love how your asks make my whole day and how you bring up different minho agendas in my head. you have my whole heart and i'm in love with you bye

girlfriend | bcn

hidden confession | bcn

@bearseungmin ♡ dawnie babie thank you for being such an enthusiast all the time while talking. you're so cheerful and happy and thank you for being this nice <33

beat it to the door | bcn

could listen to you read the dictionary | lfl

@chogiout ♡ yah, kira! sometimes i want to whack the back of your head like i whack my sister's, okay? it's the same kinda sibling love with you. fuck, not ever going to let you leave me. after all, my parents taught me to take responsibility of the stuff i rid innocence of. (lmao, sorry, bitch ily!!)

memoir | jyh

this youth of craziness | csn

@mikoto-ica-fics ♡ mi, bb! thank you for being so supportive. istg, if it weren't for you reblogging that one fic of mine, my fics would have never seen light to this day. it's easy to get lost in the tags hehe. and then i happen to text you and omg, aren't you the nicest ever? i love your story ideas, the way you write, the way you interact with people and thank you for talking to me. you make me want to be better.

entangled | lmh, hjs

power grab | hjs

@toffee-hwa ♡ ana! anaaaa~ you're so enthusiastic and supportive and fuck, i looooove ranting and fangirling to you! and the minute i know you're watching the same kdrama as i am, i just go like wheeeeeee— HAN SEOJUN!!! lmao, but thank you so much for talking to me, for listening and for caring! my romanian queen, you pretty human, you're the best!

yet, pt.i

yet, pt.ii

@chandisiacs ♡ yah, pav! must i drag you back to tumblr from twt? must i? i miss you. i really do and i can't wait to have your arse back here. thank you for being such a lively person to talk and hang out with, eee! and not at how you succeeded nano! inspirational! thank you x

thread of all your legendary aus

starboy | bcn

@unsaidhj ♡ you're so soft. and god i love you? and your aesthetics. it's a thing, ma'am. i existed to see your aesthetics lmao. and then i text you and you're so kind omg. i could never hate you so please, ma'am, stop telling me that in panic? huihui, ily and i hope you stay healthy. place yourself first, bb.

knife under my pillow | hhj

scammer, scammed | bcn

@sleepylixie ♡ yo, neighbor! you reminded me how small the world can actual get! love love talking to you about irl stuff because you can understand how messed up it is! and you're so kind, ah!!

in umbra

passion's abyss | lmh

@dreamyhan ♡ one of the few people i see on my dash and go like — hazeeeeeeeeel! you're just so nice, god. like if cotton candy was a person, it would be you, alright? and then there's your writing ability that skyrocket off the roofs because it is that good. thank you for being so supportive and nice to me! x

next time | bcn

in his arms | hjs

@itsapapisongo ♡ boy, my main man, javi!! your work was once my most favorite thing to listen to. loved how the mall worked and everything. and then there's how supportive you are like omg. if only i could explain the courage you give me. it's infinite. you make me feel infinite. also, #hardhours, right?

george of the jungle

swimming fool

@kabira ♡ typing the url down was even more romantic, manx. don't ever change this. love how strong and bold you are. love your opinions and love your writings even more. you're one of those few people who write like they mean every word from their heartstrings. thank you for providing us with stories to tell for eons. x (psst, ily so much!)

backstreet driving | hhj (that's the first skz fic i read because it was from you and not because it was skz and aren't i glad?)

sic semper tyrannis | lty

@dalknow ♡ the only other person on tumblr that i text religiously on discord. i love talking to you, bb. love getting personal with you. love how i can share absolutely anything. thank you for trusting me. thank you for listening to me. thank you for loving me. can't wait for you to put your stories back up on this acc. you're undefeatable and i know you'll have that known.

to each one of my anons, for whom i pray that you stay safe and healthy and most importantly, happy —

🧸 :: put you on the anon list because in my head you are that anon — my very first one and the one that lit up my whole world. it's kind of a very proud moment when someone wants to talk to you. you made me feel that. you made feel loved. and to see how well your blog is doing now, god, i feel like a proud mother.

🐠 :: my greek princess. the fact that i learnt more about breads from you than from my school makes me laugh hehe. you really did light up my world with every ask you sent me and had me unknowingly hope that you are happy in every minute. and now that i know who you are, i'm even more content because you're a mutual too now!

🍧 :: god, you have a special place in my heart, ice cream anon! maybe because you liked me more than my fic and followed me here even though you were an anon from my bts blog. fuck, if that didn't make my heart flutter, nothing ever will! (hush, your relationship is something i am still rooting for!!)

🦊 |🌹| 🥀 | 🛸 :: the way you guys keep checks if i'm staying hydrated and healthy. i am. and even when i wasn't, your asks made me go drink a cup of water ha! thank you for loving me x

tiktok anon :: ♡♡♡♡♡♡ yes idk what else to say to you but that i would give you a piece of my heart. your tiktok asks make my whole day. it's something i look forward too! thank you for always making my day!

and to my other anons, tagged or untagged :: thank you for sending me an ask. every single one, either telling me to stay happy or hydrated, or that my fic was great or that you're feeling extra horny that day (we've all been there!) i appreciate it and thank you for making me smile! x

to all the mutuals that i admire, look upto and wish we talked waaaay more, let's do it soon please! and to some mutuals that i just miss talking to! —

@nightshade-minho (ily! x nicest bean ever!!) :: @satanssmuts :: @lovebini :: @seraplantery :: @xiaojunssmile :: @chan-skz :: @chanluster :: @decembermoonskz :: @bangtantaegi (queen!!) :: @yunhozone (i miss you!!) :: @inkigayeo :: @vocalyunho

i hope each one of you stay happy, content and loved. my memory is pea sized and so i do pray that i haven't forgotten any! thank you for being my mutuals, for sharing laughter and talks with me for these months i've been here! i’m sorry if i missed anyone, but i seriously do appreciate everyone that i’ve ever talked to on here though! i hope to see you all next year and let's be happy together !!

with much love, x rue!

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

Stairway melodies

Summary: requested by lovely anon:

Ok I got a fun YouTube recommend of this girl singing in her apartment stairway and freaking out her neighbors. Imagine a blurb of this with Tom x reader except Tom really wants to find out who’s singing

Warning: fluff

Word count: 900+

Pairing: Tom holland x reader

Masterlist • requested closed momentarily. Please don't send any!

Please don't post any of my content anywhere else without my permission. Comments and reblog welcome!

Music was your passion. Whenever you got a chance you would play your guitar and sing. You just loved doing it

You were in your apartment, cleaning dishes, when the door to your apartment opened. Your roommate Cara came around the corner into the kitchen, she looked exhausted.

"Hi Cara, are you alright?" You placed your sponge down, looking up at her. She reached into the fridge pulling out a bottle of water. "Uh just tired. I'm going to go take a nap." She said looking at you. You nodded, "okay, well I'm going to finish these dishes and then I'm going to maybe sing in the hallway.

Cara smiled. "Okay well goodnight I guess." You chuckled softly, "good night Cara." She walked to her bedroom and you picked up the sponge and kept cleaning.

-♥-

You finished cleaning and putting the dishes up after 30 minutes. After placing the last dish in the cabinet, you exhaled before walking to the fridge, taking out a bottle of water. You then walked into the living room grabbing your guitar that is like your child.

As you walked out of the apartment with your guitar, you looked at your watch. It was 8. Most of your neighbors were still awake, hopefully they don't mind.

You took a seat on the bottom stairs, resting your guitar on your knee. Before you started, you drew a deep breath, then you started.

I hate it when dudes try to chase me

But I love it when you try to save me

‘Cause I'm just a lady (Ah)

I love it when we play 1950

It's so cold that your stare's 'bout to kill me

I'm surprised when you kiss me

Tom, who was on his phone in his apartment, heard your voice. Your voice was smooth and silky. It gave him chills. He stood up, throwing his phone on the couch, no longer attached to it.

So tell me why my Gods look like you

And tell me why it's wrong

So I'll wait for you, I'll pray

I will keep on waiting for your love

For you, I'll wait

I will keep on waiting for your

Your voice became louder. Tom was holding his breath as he listened to you. You sounded so beautiful. Better than any person he's ever heard before. He needed to find out who you were.

He opened quietly to disturb you. Leaning against the frame, he keeps listening.

Did you mean it when you said I was pretty?

That you didn't wanna live in a city

Where the people are shitty?

I like it when we play 1950

So bold, make them know that you're with me

Stone cold, will you miss me?

So tell me why my Gods look like you

And tell me why it's wrong

So I'll wait for you, I'll pray

I will keep on waiting for your love

For you, I'll wait

I will keep on waiting for your

At this point Tom was smiling to himself. He couldn't help it. He actually loved 1950 and hearing you sing it really made him feel some type of way.

I hope that you're happy with me in your life

I hope that you won't slip away in the night

I hope that you're happy with me in your life

I hope that you won't slip away

I hate it when dudes try to chase me

I love it when you try to save me

‘Cause I'm just a lady

So tell me why my Gods look like you

And tell me why it's wrong

So, (So), so I'll wait for you, I'll pray

I will keep on waiting for your love

(For your love, for your love) For

(For your love) you

For you, I'll wait

I will keep on waiting for your

You finished up your singing. You thought you were alone, but when you heard Tom's clapping your heart skipped a beat. You looked up to see Tom coming from his doorway with a smile on his face.

"That was beautiful." He said.

You felt your face heat up. "Oh thanks. Sorry if.. you know I'm loud. It's just my roommate is asleep so I came out here." You stood up to go back to your apartment, but Tom of course wasn't done talking. He needed to figure out who you were.

"No, no it didn't disturb me. It actually made me smile." He walked over to you. His brown orbits looked into your eyes. You felt butterflies fill your stomach.

"Um I'm y/n," you said, extended your arm, tearing your eyes from his. Tom smiled at your shyness. "It's nice to meet you, I'm Tom."

You smiled at him.

"It's nice to meet you too." You and Tom stood in another awkward silence. Clearly there was something growing between you two. Tom ran his sweaty hands over his sweats before he looked at you.

"Um… I really like your voice. It's so beautiful and smooth." He muttered.

You laughed dryly. "Thanks Tom. I really like that song." Tom nodded. "Well I would love to hear your amazing singing again, so um can I hear you sing again?" Tom's voice went high as he finished his sentence.

"I don't know Tom, it's quite late."

"Please?" Tom looked at you. His lip pouting. You laughed at how adorable he looked. "Okay, okay sit with me."

You and Tom sat out there for a while until around 10. Laughs, and smiles were shared between the two of you and at the end of the night tom gave you his number.

You went to sleep smiling. Same with Tom. You were happy you were singing on the stairs tonight.

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you have no idea how jealous i am of how cute the story of how you meet your gf is!!! how did you two grow from just being overwatch buddies to actually getting close?

ahh thank you ;_; honestly it was all kind of a blur, everything happened so fast! first we just played together a lot (in a group with some other people, including a few who we still play games with to this day) and we'd message each other random shit on the playstation app between games, which turned into full on conversations, then we swapped numbers to text and we'd text all the time, and that turned into eight hour phone calls where we'd be up all night talking... it also helped that noelle turned on the charm and was a little bit of a flirt even when we'd be mid-match, lol.

I distinctly remember telling her an incident about my nice but slightly obvious neighbor who asked me out on a date (which I declined) and then asked me to move in with him and his roommates (which I also declined) and she was basically like "I'd hate to be a creep like that" and I responded "well coming from you it wouldn't be unwelcome ;)" or something stupid like that. so that definitely helped define where we stood lol. we planned to eventually meet up in person (which necessitated giving her my address) so she started sending me gifts in the mail... flowers and bread and cheese and other stuff to butter me up.

and then about six weeks after we first started talking, with my address in her phone and my full expectation of her coming to visit... she just drove five hours one night (the day after quitting a long-standing job she had, which she hated. you're welcome for that one babes) and showed up at my door earlier than expected. I was surprised (but not displeased) so in my infinite capacity for romance I took her with me to a late-night grocery run and then to a nearby beach, which is where we kissed. I was illegally parked and wearing terrible sweatpants. and then we dated long-distance for a year but she came to visit me a ton of times while I was still in school, and I visited her once or twice. we wrote each other letters and sent gifts too, you know how it is when you're corny and in love. romance!

oh also at some point during my initial conversations with her I guess we exchanged tumblrs (the fact she stuck around is a testament to either her dedication or thirst) and she later confessed to me that she found out if I was single by sending me an anon that simply said "do you have a fuckleberry?" (the answer was no. and I still have that ask lmfao)