#i'm a firm believer in facing problems head on so what a coincidence i don't block people either

[sharonisthebettercarter]

Christ almighty. @sharonisthebettercarter and @diamonddung and whoever else may be using anonymous asks in your “non-clique” whose names I don’t know, I have no idea how many of you there are, and I don’t really care:

If you really have such a problem with me writing what amounts to a personal view post about a certain pairing’s iterations, why don’t you:

1. stop bothering the poor rp blog to … broadcast? mediate? click their tongue disapprovingly at? the stupidest argument about a pairing they don’t care about

2. stop assuming that it’s because I’m cishet (?; why’re you slurring all the cishets out there hustlin doing good deeds?). Besides I may not be cishet for much longer at this rate.

3. be the heroes and just block me already. God knows I can’t really block you because y’all keep using anon asks on accounts in tags I follow. I should know, since you used to incessantly send me anon asks about 💎 💩 and are now surprised I may have sustained brain damage from it. I put my name on things, so I’m actually avoidable online, I promise. @deliciouskeys. That’s it. That’s all you have to block.

And nobody dare like this post okay?, because then you’ll just be sucked into the inescapable vortex of my villainous cishet clique of 1 and counting.

[hollandtomholland]

I don't know If i'm doing this right, but can you do number 29 from your prompt list?

I’m 100% writing a part two to this one, I got a little carried away. Hope you enjoy xo

Prompt:  We were childhood best friends and now you’re moving in next to me

You were awoken way too early by acacophony of sounds coming from outside, disrupting what was supposed to beyour only lie in this week. Bleary-eyed and cursing whoever it was who dared towake you, you stumbled over to the window and drew back the curtains. Severalmoving vans were parked out in the street, one of which had it’s radio turnedup loud. You counted at least ten guys carrying furniture into the house nextdoor, shouting at each other and tossing boxes back and forth. Great, newneighbours.

You don’t know what it is aboutthe house next door, but everyone who moved into it always ended up being terribleneighbours. There was the couple who had insane screaming matches at four inthe morning, the group of guys who played drum and bass at a thousand decibels,and the family who’s klepto child kept stealing your garden ornaments. None ofthem had lasted long, however, and you’d been enjoying the peace and quiet whilstthe property sat empty. Now, it seemed, that peace was over.

Since you were awake, you decidedthat you might as well go and greet the new neighbours. Besides, one of theirvan was parked across your driveway. You weren’t actually planning on using thecar today, but you were annoyed on principle. Time to go and make a firm firstimpression, you thought, putting on your dressing gown and slippers and steppingout of the house.

You stood, arms folded, at the bottomof your driveway, scowling at the men who bustled past you. “Excuse me,” youaddressed one of them, “Who’s the owner of this house?”

“That would be me” a voice behindyou responded, and you turned around to face the speaker. His face was obscuredby the large box he was carrying, but you judged by his clothing that had to bearound your age. “Hi, I live next door and one of your guys has blocked my driveway.That I could live with, but it’s a Sunday morning and your music has just wokenme up – “

“You always did like your sleep”

The stranger placed the box onthe ground, revealing himself to be not a stranger at all. That was a face youknew very well - or at least used to know.

“Good morning, Y/N” Tom said,smiling broadly at you. “It’s been a while”

Indeed, it had been. Aftermeeting on the first day of preschool, you and Tom had quickly become the bestof friends. You’d spent countless days playing at his house, practically partof the family. As a child, you’d always believed that you’d be best friends forever, but the reality was very different. When you were both fifteen, he’dmoved away for school, and despite your best intentions the two of you had eventuallyfallen out of contact. It had been years since you’d seen him, and a part ofyou had believed that you’ve never see him again.

And yet, here he was.

Moving in next door.

You were momentarily stunned, andalso very embarrassed. You pulled your dressing gown tighter around yourself, rakinga hand through your unbrushed hair. “This is… quite the coincidence” youmanaged, all of your previous anger and bravado gone.

“So it is. And hey, I can get theguys to move the van if you’d like” he replied, still smiling, but you shook yourhead.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s reallynot that much of a problem”

“Wow” he breathed, his gaze scanningacross your face. “It’s so great to see you after all these years, you haven’tchanged a bit”

“Oh god, don’t tell me that. If Istill look like my fifteen-year-old self I will be very sad”

Tom laughed, perching himself onthe garden wall. “I mean I recognised you immediately.  That ‘I just woke up and I’m not happy aboutit’ expression, I remember it very well”

“We did have a lot of sleepoversback in the day” you recalled, thinking back to when you and Tom would stay upall night watching movies and telling scary stories. You always had an amazingtime, but the one thing that divided you, however, was the morning. Tom lovedmornings, and you hated them. He’d be up at the crack of dawn, dragging you outof bed to continue the previous night’s games when all you wanted was to buryyour head in the pillow and go back to sleep. You always gave in, though. It washard to say no to Tom, no matter how annoying he was being.

“When we played at being adultswith our own houses, I don’t think we ever saw this coming” he mused, shakinghis head in wonder.

“If I’d known it was you, I would’vedone this properly. You know, bringing over some home baked cookies or whatever”

“Like you would’ve got up earlyenough to do that!” he teased, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Fair point, they probably would’vebeen store bought. Still, I feel bad about greeting you like this. I’ll have tomake it up to you somehow”

“I guess you will. Any ideas?”

“I don’t know, maybe you couldcome over for dinner one night” you suggested, before adding quickly “With your…girlfriend?”

Tom chuckled, shaking his head. “Nogirlfriend, it’s just me”

You nodded, feeling a strangesense of relief. “It’s a big house for just one person”

“It was going cheap and I saw itas an investment. With a bit of work, I think it would be the kind of place Icould see myself staying in for a long time” he explained, looking back at hishouse.

“You would be the first”

“That’s what the estate agentsaid. I figured maybe it was problem neighbours driving people away, and now Isee I was right!” he joked, earning an elbow in the ribs from you.

“I’ll have you know I’m anawesome neighbour,” you protested, “And to prove it I’m going to help you movein!”

Tom laughed, eyeing your state ofundress. “You’re certainly dressed for the job”

It was just like old times; the twoof you teasing each other, throwing comments back and forth like only goodfriends can. It was almost like no time had passed, and for the first time youfelt yourself very much looking forward to getting to know your new neighbour –getting to know him again, anyway.

“Yeah… let me go get changedfirst” you added, before speeding back up the driveway. Justbefore you entered the house, you glanced back over your shoulder to where Tomwas sitting. He was staring up at the sky, a wistful smile on his face,oblivious to one of the removal men trying to get his attention. You couldn’thelp but laugh as he snapped back to reality, jumping to his feet and running ahand through his hair. He was still the same dork you’d known all those yearsago, and hopefully he really would be sticking around for a long time.

(Send in prompts from here to here and I’ll write you a little something)