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[pustak31]

NO SHOES NO SHIRT AND I STILL GET SERVICE.

꒰warnings꒱ spoilers, probably ooc (it’s my first time writing for this lot ‹/𝟹), second person, purposeful lowercase, suggestive

⠀꒲ ` synopsis . . . nothing more awkward than realising that your entire house has witnessed you lounging freely in your underwear, a flashy robe and or topless? WRONG! it’s even more awkward when they start to miss it after you’ve began nervously dressing more modestly.

⠀꒲ ` characters . . . non-realised! amir, betty, freddy, hector, mitchell linn, tyrell, curt & rod + some others for fun

⠀꒲ ` notes . . . chose some characters that would probably be the most likely to see you and potentially comment on your sudden dressing changes, honestly it was so fun trying to write for this game i might do more if i feel like it :P

summer boils your skin into a warm, molten liquid. clothes stick to you with your sweat as the glue, pants dig uncomfortably into your crotch and your entire body heaves with the needy want for cool. so why haven’t you bothered stripping from the uncomfortably tight long-sleeved shirt and the baggy trousers?

it’s because of those damned dateviators!

dating objects around your house and understanding their sentient thoughts, stories and emotions? that was sick as fuck, totally fun and interesting! do you know what wasn’t? having the sudden realisation that all these inanimate objects have watched you laze around the whole house in a way that’s less than appropriate.

we’re talking ass out with a baggy shirt for the bare minimum modesty; occasionally, topless when the AC decides to work good that day; a cozy robe after your bath, showing just the slightest tantalising slope of what’s beneath; and when you’re particularly lazy? just a towel.

there was no way you were going to be doing any of that while holding the frightening knowledge that they can see, and worse, comment on your habits.

because what’s worst than your neighbours catching a glimpse of a naked shoulder? all the objects in your house having front show tickets. to fight that inherent embarrassment, you clung to your clothes like a shield—with little thought as to how the others would react to your sudden shift from playboy bunny magazine cover to nun. (spoiler; they hate it!)

ദ്ദി(˵⎚ᴗ⎚ ˵ ) ᢉ𐭩 AMIR

‪♡ he noticed immediately.

‪♡ how could he not? he’s your mirror, your confidante, your lover—nothing pains him more than seeing less of the form he used to admire so freely especially when it’s very evident from the sweat patches pooling where your limbs meet that this sudden dress change has caused you even more discomfort.

‪♡ “azizam, what reason do you have for dressing yourself like…” his voice cuts off, his captivating grey eyes giving you a completely overt once-over. “well, that—in such weather? i’m sure i can fit you in something much more suitable.”

‪♡ he’s not one to particularly pry on what you wear because anything you wear is perfection, but part of him really does miss seeing your bare shoulders…the gentle curve of your back, the soft fat of your thighs—simply, some sights shouldn’t be reserved.

‪♡ he’s a little more subtle with his pleading—it’s your decision at the end of the day, but if you ask him? he will not shy away from telling you that he really misses getting to look at your bare form, and somehow, when it comes from him? it doesn’t feel demeaning or disrespectful, he looks at you the same way the sun looks at the moon.

‪♡ oh, but if you do decide to go back to wearing so little? rest assured he’ll find it impossible to not go on long rants about how gorgeous you look (while sneaking in a few gentlemanly kisses).

ദ്ദി(˵⎚ᴗ⎚ ˵ ) ᢉ𐭩 BETTY

‪♡ she sees you every day so she was definitely the first to notice this sudden change in wardrobe, and while normally she wouldn’t comment…what do you think you’re doing?

‪♡ it’s not the fact that you’ve been sweating through your sheets for days now, or the fact you’ve kicked off nearly every blanket on the bed due to the excess heat, it’s the fact that you don’t even consider letting her cover your naked form!!

‪♡ dress up like a nun all you like baby, but for the love of god take off the sweater and hide under the covers if you’re really that worried she can FEEL you tossing and squirming from overheating.

‪♡ part of her wants you to go back to the free wardrobe for your comfort and another much louder part of her wants you to do so because the silk of your skin feels so much more alluringly sweet than the scruffy fabric of your dusty shirts.

‪♡ then again…she has to look at it in the more pleasing way too—this way, she can spend hours fantasising about what exactly you’re hiding beneath those clothes. sometimes the chase is better than the reward, no?

ദ്ദി(˵⎚ᴗ⎚ ˵ ) ᢉ𐭩 FREDDY

‪♡ the fridge is one of the first places you go to during the summer: ice cream, fresh fruit, cubes of ice to slot in whatever drink you need to refresh yourself with and that absolutely lovely immediate cooling from the freezer whenever you open it? pure bliss.

‪♡ so how come it seems like freddy has been ‘malfunctioning’ more than usual nowadays?

‪♡ “oop—sorry, cool kid, i’ll get you another right now!” as the nth ice cream drops into a splurge of vanilla on the floor, alongside the cumulating puddle now soaking the edge of your sweats.

‪♡ you can’t even count how many times he’s told you how he can’t allow you to sit in front of the freezer while you’re waiting for food to cook to “save energy” (it’s totally not because he’s patiently waiting for you to take off that cardigan, no way! you know, it’s just…the energy, yeah!)

‪♡ he doesn’t even do any of this with the intention to creep on you, he just loves and absolutely misses how squishy and adorable you look when you’re lounging on the kitchen counter while waiting for the timer to tick for your chicken nuggets, it’s so cute!!

‪♡ yes, maybe the way your thighs press together and the way you lean back to show off a sliver of stomach also gets him antsy but he swears if you don’t want him looking, he won’t! (but also please let him see something, he promises to keep you real cool if you do).

ദ്ദി(˵⎚ᴗ⎚ ˵ ) ᢉ𐭩 HECTOR

‪♡ he’s too attentive to your every want and need to ever play about with the air conditioning during the summer, but, he’d be a massive fool to deny how much he absolutely winces when he watches you walk around the house clothed head to toe with a clear discomfort shadowing your face.

‪♡ the others have certainly attempted to try bribing him into warming the house up solely because they think your new attire is ridiculous. okay, frankly most of them are complaining because they can’t peep a glance at you now, but can you blame them? they’re so used to you being so languid and free, this shit sucks!

‪♡ his voice is low and gentle when he randomly mumbles: “my love, is there…are you not feeling overheated in those…clothes?” when you mention how weird it feels walking around knowing everyone can actively see and have opinions on you…he gets it completely! it’s not like he has any right to judge you and all…but it doesn’t make him any less sad…

‪♡ because to him? you’re so beautiful :( and lovely :( your body is perfect and deserves to be shown without shame :( what do you mean it sounds ironic coming from him? :)) ‪

ദ്ദി(˵⎚ᴗ⎚ ˵ ) ᢉ𐭩 MITCHELL LINN

‪♡ he’s a gentleman, so he wouldn’t dare outwardly comment on your chosen apparel…ooh but does he loathe it though.

‪♡ the slick slide of ice cream as it pools down the naked slope of your chest; the way you lick your fingers clean from a melting ice-lolly when it sticks to your skin; the sound of a slurp when you eat watermelon, the fresh juice dripping down your chin: those are some of the delicacies that mitchell wouldn’t trade for even the highest quality truffle.

‪♡ now?? food drops onto your shirt, mingling into the sharp scent of sweat, you curse and gasp every time you ruin another pair of shorts and while he does feel the slightest bit guilty, he does find it simultaneously humorous how each time you hesitate to take your ruined clothes off. those little hesitant flickers of your eyes? his new favourite thing to watch.

‪♡ when you come to him to ask for meals that you could make and or snack on to get rid of the heat he very eagerly wants to tell you: “please, just change into something shorter.” but that would be way too distasteful for a man of his calibre.

‪♡ if you do ask him whether he misses it or not, he’ll try to sugarcoat it as lightly as possible because honestly…the softness of your skin is so much more tantalising to touch and caress than the sturdy material of a sweater. he won’t look…too much.

ദ്ദി(˵⎚ᴗ⎚ ˵ ) ᢉ𐭩 TYRELL

‪♡ NOOOOO!!! PLEASE! this is the one thing he had above most of the others…getting to be fully skin to skin with you, having you trust him enough to wrap around your luscious body to soak up all that warm water…this was unfair (he’s not jealous of bathsheba or river for getting to feel your body in its full regardless if you were embarrassed or not…he isn’t!)

‪♡ and don’t think he hasn’t noticed you using him much less or at least much more hesitantly!! he’s never complained about it before but this was starting to bother him because eating dirt off the floor is so much less fun than getting to dry you from your own sweat.

‪♡ so yes, maybe he has started to discreetly write notes and place them on the towels shaped exactly like your favourite animals just to garner your attention…is it working? :3c please say yes.

‪♡ don’t blame his hand for wandering beneath your shirt to wipe away at the sweat that’s glistening at your navel, he’s like a siren to water (quite literally). it’s in his nature!

ദ്ദി(˵⎚ᴗ⎚ ˵ ) ᢉ𐭩 CURT & ROD

‪♡ “okay, but why though?” — “because it feels weird knowing all of you can just see my ass 24/7, this isn’t a free show.” — “but why can’t it be.” that’s basically their entire mindset.

‪♡ honestly they’re about to crash out, man. they’re willing to draw close (sorry wyndolyn) to make sure the neighbours can’t see, but come on!! why can’t they?? >:( not even one slither of thigh?? not even an arm?? what is this, the victorian days?

‪♡ just to tease you they will not hesitate to list all their favourite outfits of yours: that very specific set of underwear with the cute cats and whatever shirt you find in the clean pile, a cliche but a goodie is some sweatpants that have seen better, oh and did you know your tummy does this cute thing where it turns squishy? and that your chest—what do you mean they’re making it worse? honesty is the best policy.

‪♡ they’re one of the few that will actively comment about it when you walk past, because why wouldn’t they? maybe they still hold a little bit of a vendetta when you tugged too hard on the curtain tassels to draw them closed or because the house is 50x more entertaining when you’re giving everyone brain lag from being too fine—either way; they’re not gonna be stopping any time soon.

BONUS (⁎⁍̴̛ᴗ⁍̴̛⁎)

‪♡ telly hates it. genuinely. you used to sit there so cozily on koa, shorts riding up to reveal those creamy thighs, shirt barely covering your stomach—it was great!! it was the one time he could only focus on you instead of the sound of plates shattering in whatever soap opera you picked to watch.

‪♡ honestly everyone in the bathrooms think it’s funny. seeing you hurriedly shut the door and take the quickest showers or baths of your life is pretty much better than drama. those little slip ups of skin though? now that’s what they live for. plus, it’s quite fun to hear the others complain about how it’s unfair that the rest of the house doesn’t get a chance to see your body so intimately any more—sucks to suck doesn’t it?

‪♡ hank 3 specifically hated this change because your body is nice to look at, why the sudden shift in confidence? ass out, baby!! the others don’t want to pry buuut…when you come into the laundry room they do look at each other very excitedly knowing full well they could very easily hide all those long-sleeves and baggy pants of yours (hey, it would make harper very happy too to keep it for a little longer!)

‪♡ dirk just finds it all hilarious. seeing everyone crash out over not seeing some skin basically all because of him? call it trashy, but he revels in the rage.

‪♡ speaking of trash, cam doesn’t care…because he can make anything filthy and he’s pretty sure you know it too. he kinda adores how annoyed you get when he can make you flustered just by looking at you a bit too sultrily. you think wearing a few too many layers is going to make him forget the curve of your back when you bend over? or the way water and sweat mingle on your skin?

‪♡ mac is gonna create a whole damn word file simply titled “RIP MC’S NUDIST LIFE” to commentate the end of an era. all those days of you taking your shirt off in front of the screen when it gets too hot…watching your fingers flex on the mouse and sometime write pure filth while clearly getting a little heated—that’s worth at least a special digital funeral.

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New Style?

You’ve started wearing more since using a dateviators and the objects are vary confused about their feelings

Inspired by a post from @pustak31

•the objects were so happy when you got Skylar, finally they could talk to the person they’d been admittedly staring at for a while now.

•but could you blame them when all you ever wore was your shirt and underwear around the house?

•the first time you walked into the kitchen like that? Friar Errol nearly passed out, and Cabrizzio forgot to speak English for the next hour.

•heck sometimes you went without a shirt too, it’s your house, who’s gonna stop you?

• certainly not Tony, who got a front row seat as you fixed your air conditioner in the summer. Despite is flirtatious attitude, that day? He just fully froze, beet red and looked away as much as he could.

•Hector, poor thing, he passed out the minute you opened the door.

•Celia was up to her arms in issues from objects bumping into on another, or break things in their panic and fluster.

There was a meeting held in the living while you took a bath, that way they would know you would fluster anyone while they talked. “Honestly everyone, it’s just clothes.” Celia said, she promptly ignored Cam’s shouts of “Or lack of!” as she continued on “We all need to get over it and get back to normal.” Then the door to the bathroom opened up and they stared in shock as your walked down the stairs donning…nothing.

Celia breathed deep and closed her eyes. They were all doomed.

• when you first put on Skylar you were pretty shocked to find out about all the objects in your house and how they watched over you.

• then you had a moment to yourself and realized that maybe you had been way to comfortable looking back on it.

•the change in your wardrobe wasn’t very subtle. From that day on you would ware shorts and a shirt at the very least.

•Heck you even dressed up a bit every now and then, the red shirt your almost never was at least getting some use.

•As grateful as the objects were for you considering their comfort.

•Yeah no, they missed it so much.

•they would never want you to feel uncomfortable, but you were really hot and they never really minded seeing you not dressed up.

•Tony, Curt and Rod started pleading with Hector to crank up the heat. Which he almost did but he stayed strong in your honor.

•everyone envies the bathroom objects. Bathsheba holds it over their heads like a trophy. Amir goes on and on about your beauty.

•Betty is about to beg you to go back to sleeping partially nude, she misses being able to feel you skin against the covers. It brought her a lot of comfort and helped her sleep better.

•Celia had to hold another meeting because of fighting.

This time the meeting is held in your bedroom, you took clothes in with you so they aren’t worried about you walking in anytime soon. Everyone is up in arms about who gets to see you and in what, Volt is holding back Eddie from strangling Amir who was talking about your time posing in the mirror after a bath. Meanwhile Bathsheba was being protected by Dunk from a very frustrated Harper and Dirk, although he looked like he was on the verge of tossing her himself shockingly.

Celia finally raised her voice to get their attention, this meeting was going nowhere without some guidance. “Enough everyone! We all are very stress right now, but there is no reason to fight.”

“Easy for you to say!” Johnny shouts from the back. “You get a front row seat no matter where they go!” Celia couldn’t argue with that, she was everywhere. Gaia then spoke up “You don’t either Johnny! YOUR their shower!”

“In the downstairs bathroom, they hardly ever use me!” Johnny practically cries.

Celia tries to calm everyone down again “Be that as it may, us fighting isn’t going to help anyone. We have to find a solution that everyone agrees with.”

Florence then speaks up for the first time since the meeting began, “Couldn’t we just, ask them to go back?” Everyone paused and looks at her as she keeps speaking, a little more nervous “I-I mean, if they’re uncomfortable with it then find no harm done, but if they’re doing it so we’ll feel more comfortable then… maybe we just say we’re okay with it?”

Nobody is sure if it’s the best solution, but it’s the one that has the most agreement for it. Celia claps her hands and breaths a sigh of relief, “Then it’s settled, when the human puts on Skylar next we’ll have a discussion with them about the matter.” As she’s about to close the meeting the bathroom door opens.

And it seems you forgot to bring a towel in with you. Nobody says a thing as you walk to the closet in your birthday suit to grab one. But the tension that was in the room before almost seems to both relax and intensify at the same time.

Celia needs to take a vacation soon.

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I can't belive no one wrote something for Date everything x reader where the MC is walking around the hause without pants on. MC's entire outfit before gating the deteviators is just some plain t-shirt and underwear, maybe sometimes even without the shirt when theres a heatwave. Sadly, when MC got the deteviators and realized that all the objects in they'r house are sentient, they stoped walking around with they'r ass out, whitch kinda got the detables like this

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can you do a scenario of the dateables reacting to a pregnant single mom reader moving in? Love your work btw 💋💋💋

DATE EVERYTHING! SCENARIOS

Single! Pregnant! Mom Reader! x Dateables

"Hush, Little one calm yourself.."

You whisper hands slowly caressing your stomach as you feel the life growing inside you growing active. Feeling their little kicks as you wake up for a new day.

You stretch yourself up. As you prepare yourself to go to the bathroom. One hand supporting your big round belly as you plan to go upstairs.

As much as you can want to start a day with a shower. You really wanted to try the bathtub that is located upstairs in the second bathroom for a warm bath for you and your little one.

As you try to wobble yourself up to the second floor. Feeling a bit tired. You hear the sound of water running on the upstairs bathroom.

You then walk a bit faster thinking you forgot to close the faucet sink in the bathroom.

Not noticing the doors that already opened on the second floor and the air-conditioning vent being on set to your desired temperature.

As you approach the upstairs bathroom. You saw that the source of the running water is due to the bathtub faucet nearly filling the bathtub half full.

You turn off the faucet and plan to drain the tub but as you dunk your hands in the water. You noticed that the water was already a bit warm, which is the perfect temperature for the bath you were planning.

As you undress and soak yourself in the bathtub you feel your little one in your belly beginning to calm down. You giggle, as you start clean yourself.

As days passed ever since you lived in your home you begin to notice things have been getting a lot easier for you.

- Doors being already opened whenever you plan to enter a room.

- A chair being in the right place at the right time whenever you feel tired.

- The Clothes you plan to wear already being there whenever you open your closet.

- The food on your freezer being fresh and not needed to be defrosted whenever you plan to eat.

- Even the things you dropped on the floor or forgotten appearing out of nowhere on the table or on the shelf. When you try to find it.

- Some stains seemingly disappear whenever you plan to clean it.

- Or whenever you felt things getting overwhelming the T.V. or your phone recommends you a video or music to distract yourself.

You wonder to yourself as you touch your belly remembering all the odd things happening in your home.

But your questions will soon be answered, when a mysterious package delivered in your doorstep containing some glasses.

Which led you to learn about the personified objects and concepts of your house.

To say you were shock, was quite understandable as you hear Skylar explaining to you that you could date with just about any objects in your house.

You feel a bit overwhelmed as you try to explain to Skylar that you don't have time to do all that dating stuff. Not with the life growing inside you.

She smiled and reassured you that it's ok, cause some objects are ok with just being friends and also very willing to help you with just about anything.

You try to interject that you didn't want to be a bother to any of the objects in your house.

But Skylar encourages you to try to use the glasses to one of the objects in your house. Which led you to meet Dorian.

You were quite in shock to meet the tall intimidating (but handsome) English man who is actually your door.

But Dorian being a gentleman said that he is willing to help you at anything you need rather than just opening the doors for you.

You eyes widen at the realization of him helping you, so you thank him for everything he's done even if it's just opening doors.

Dorian just smiled and said that it's no problem and he is willing to help as much as he can.

As time goes, as you begin to meet the other objects and surprisingly some concepts in your home. You have never felt more spoiled than anything.

You learned that Bathsheba and River are responsible for filling up the bathtub with the right temperature everytime you want to use the bathtub instead of the shower. And as you take a bath you feel Barry slowly massaging your shoulders as you hear them gossip.

Tydus and Tyrell will make sure that you don't slip while In the Bathroom or Laundry room. Tydus will explicitly warn the toxic couple cough Harper cough Dirk cough not to bring they're problems with you.

But with your bleeding heart you probably help the couples in the laundry room a lot more easier since they don't wanna pressure you a bit too much. Especially Drysdale and Washford they probably get back together because of them admiring your resilience and helpfulness.

On which they try to repay you with poetic compliments and helping you with the laundry.

The Kitchen crew also try to lessen your workload when planning to have a meal. You have the Kitchen Equipment Objects like Luke, Stefan and Kopi being the ones who cook or heat up any food when you're hungry.

Mitchell and Friar taking notes and guiding the others on what food is best for you and your baby.

Daisuke and Cabrizzio also being gentle with you and also giving you a hand when you need a rest. Complimenting and encouraging you while they're at it.

There are sometimes when some objects like Curt and Rod, Penelope and more get curious about the life growing inside you. Some asking you questions which you try to answer to the best of your ability like.

But when you get overwhelmed some objects will step-in like Abel, Dasha and also Dorian again when things get too hard.

And when in the bedroom the objects who reside will try their absolute best to provide you with the best comfort as possible.

Like Betty giving you cuddles and Mateo making sure to keep you warm on cold-nights with various soft blankets and also letting you pet some of the inanimals.

The Hanks on the other hand really try to control they're enthusiasm when they meet you as they try not to scream to much.

You remember Hank 3 being a bit more flirty with you, saying that he loves single moms 😉 which you laugh in response. Which made the other Hanks tell him to chill out and all.

And there's also Hank 5 who really admired you especially that you still stay strong despite everything that happened to you. And he and the other Hanks will probably be one of the objects who would help you the most immediately getting everything you need just by asking them.

Koa and Chairemi will make sure that you always sit comfortably. Chairemi mostly will immediately try to make you sit on her whenever you're tired.

Speaking of being tired some Objects will insist on carrying you whenever you want to go to some far corners of the house especially when you want to go upstairs or in the attic. Kristof, Shelley and Duncan will definitely have an argument on who will be doing it.

And while they're doing that some Immediately take the chance to carry you themselves most especially The Hanks especially Hank 5, Dorian, Volt and Eddie and also Tony.

Volt and Eddie will definitely try to make your stay at the Breaker Box more comfortable giving you non-alcoholic drinks and also charming you while you're at it and not just those two. Tony especially as well making you laugh whenever you two meet.

Other objects will keep you entertained when you're a bit bored like Telly, Chance and Parker. Parker especially will try to tone down the craziness for a bit but that doesn't mean he will tolerate on you being a cheater at his games😅

Celia and Florence has definitely been telling other objects to keep an eye on you a lot more. And Wallace also being your bodyguard Incase of rowdiness from other objects.

And also Farya being there to check your progress and your belly Incase of a health scare. And also Phoenicia already prepared to call an ambulance whenever.

If you are still having a job especially when it's online, Mac and Willi will definitely lend you a helping hand if any problems occur.

And when things get down especially when you feel insecure or if you're thinking that you are being a bother to anyone Teddy, Amir and also Hector and surprisingly Fantina sometimes, will make sure to keep all that negative thoughts away telling you that you're beautiful and strong and also that you will become a good mother.

At some cases everyone will probably try to fight one another on who could touch your belly. Being surprised and curious when they felt the baby kick or move.

With them being excited when the little one would finally come out to join the family.

As time passes you made friends and probably some lovers 😉 to help you and your beloved little one in your home no matter what.... ♥️

And that's all. For my first request in I granted. Hope this satisfies you.

And also sorry for the inconsistencies of pregnancy. Let me know on what you think 😉 See ya! 🫳

[pustak31]

Bird Watching

Construction Worker!Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x single mom!reader

‘Birds of a feather,

We should stick together, I know,

I said I’d never,

Think I wasn’t better alone’

Part one (2.3k words)

Part two (2.4K words)

Part three (3.6k words)

Part four (coming soon)

Main Masterlist

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Deltarune prediction :P

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real dialogue from the game

[pustak31]

Can I ask for Sale Fisher x fem!reader that's popular? And could you PLS PLS PLS don't make her mean? Like, I want her to be popular becouse she's one of those poeple that just sthraight up go talk to anyone.

And maybe Sal's friend group thought that shes propably a bitch, but like.

'She sat at our table?.....and didn't make fun of us?.....in fact she gives compliments that don't feel backhandead?......wtf?'

⬆️just an example, you can do whatever with this.

Sorry for possibile grammer errors or speeling mistakes, english isn't my first lenguage. Thank you and I hope you'll have a nice day ♥️

Hey! I THOUGHT THIS COULD BE SO CUTE!! so Ive seen many fics on this and i wanted to take a different approach. I hope you enjoy it. I love Sal and I hope this isn’t too crazy. I wrote a version yesterday and made everyone a little too mean and I don’t believe any of them would be assholes. So! Hopefully this satiates y’all.

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Your legs ache from practice, the soles of your sneakers sticking a little to the hallway tile with each step. You smell faintly of sweat and cherry body spray, the cheer uniform still clinging to your skin like it’s part of you now tight pleats, school colors, and all. You could’ve changed, sure, but exhaustion said no. So here you are, hair in a high ponytail, shoes untied, carrying a stack of junk mail and a single envelope that doesn’t belong to you.

You look at it again under the flickering hallway light, flipping it over in your fingers like it’ll magically reroute to the correct mailbox on its own.

SAL FISHER

UNIT 402

You know the name. Everyone at school does. The kid with the face cover. You’ve never spoken to him he doesn’t really hang around the same kind of people you do but he’s always there. At lunch, in the halls, sometimes sitting out near the tree line when no one else is around. You didn’t peg him as the chatty type.

You stare at the letter like it might bite you. Then sigh. “Why not be a good neighbor,” you mutter, dragging your legs toward the elevator.

The ride to the fourth floor feels longer than it should. It shudders a little on the way up. You keep your eyes on the numbers. Three… four. The doors open with a ding that sounds half hearted.

You’ve never actually been up here.

The fourth floor feels… worse. Everything smells faintly of dust and something like mothballs and metal. You don’t know why, but the lights here feel dimmer. You walk slower, steps echoing.

You find the unit: 402. You raise your hand to knock. There was a pause for a few seconds.

A man stands in front of you, tall, a little disheveled, and definitely not Sal. His presence is immediate, like he fills the space just by being in it. You blink.

“Oh hi! Sorry,” you start, holding the envelope out, “I was just dropping this off”

“He’s in his room,” the man says before you finish.

You freeze. “Oh, no, I wasn’t trying to bother him, I just thought I’d–”

“Just go on in. Down the hall, last door on the left.”

You blink again. You’re not even sure he’s looking at you. Just staring somewhere past your head, like he’s already decided this conversation is over.

“I mean, I could just leave it here”

“Last door on the left.”

He steps aside, just enough for you to enter. You do, but not on purpose. Your legs just move. You step into the apartment, and it’s… weird. Not gonna lie, being in any strangers apartment never really felt cool. You walk toward the hallway, clutching the letter, mind screaming at you to stop being so polite.

“Damn old people,” you think, jaw tightening. “I just wanted to drop something off, not go all this way”

The hallway feels longer than it is. The floor creaks behind you, or maybe above you. You don’t look back. You keep walking. Last door on the left.

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ You knock lightly once, twice then pull your hand back like the door might burn you. A pause. Then the knob turns. The door creaks open slowly, revealing a familiar figure just behind it. Blue pigtails. The mask.

Sal Fisher.

He stares at you. You stare back. Neither of you says a word. And because silence is somehow gnawing at your neck, you blurt, “Hi! Um, I think our mail got mixed up I swear I didn’t just barge in.”

You thrust the letter forward like it’s a peace offering. “This was in my mailbox. For you. I thought I’d, y’know, be neighborly and return it. I didn’t open it or toss it or anything. Your dad sent me over this way”

He takes the envelope slowly, his fingers brushing yours for the briefest moment. His gaze flicks down to it.

“Thanks,” he says. His voice is quieter than you expected. Almost gentle.

You nod. Then freeze. Then nod again. You’re still standing there, very much in his doorway, very much uninvited. His room is in full view behind him. Posters of metal bands you’ve only heard mentioned in passing. Skulls, red and black ink themes. A guitar in the corner. Tiny, vaguely creepy figurines lined up on a shelf.

“Your room’s so cool,” you say before your brain can stop you. You lean forward just a little, peering past him. “Seriously. This is like… Sid and Nancy level. How do you even find posters like that anymore? Oh my god is that an actual cassette player? That’s so sick.”

You wince as the words leave your mouth. “God, sorry, I’m not trying to be weird. I mean that in a good way. Promise.”

Your voice is speeding up. You’re spiraling. And you know it.

Sal just keeps watching you like he’s trying to figure out if this is real or a very strange dream. A cheerleader. In his doorway. Talking about cassette players. You finally cringe so hard your whole body folds in on itself.

“I’m gonna go,” you say, backing toward the hallway. “Sorry for the whole… I don’t know what that was. I was just trying to be a good neighbor and it turned into, like, a monologue of whatever the fuck.”

You turn halfway around to leave when you hear

“You wanna take a look around?”

You glance over your shoulder.

Sal is still standing there, holding the envelope like it might vanish. His posture is stiff, like he’s surprised the words came out of his mouth, too.

You blink. “I mean… sure?”

He nods. “If you’re into the posters, Do you dig that kind of music?.”

Your eyebrows shoot up. “Well I wouldn’t say it’s exactly my style but I’m a all things can be redeemable if you give it a try”

He jerks his head toward the room. “why not give it a try then”

You’re already stepping inside before he finishes, smiling wide. “You had me at ‘cool’ and sealed the deal with ‘band.’ Show me.”

The second you cross the threshold, it’s like entering another world. The bland apartment hallway behind you disappears into a mess of amps, guitars, wires, dark posters, and the faint scent of incense and old vinyl.

Sal gestures toward a small desk setup with beat up speakers and a laptop. He grabs a pair of headphones well worn, slightly cracked along the band and offers them to you.

“You don’t have to pretend it’s good,” he mutters. “Honest opinion’s fine.”

You shoot him a thumbs up and take the headphones like they might unlock the secrets of the universe.

He clicks play.

The drums hit first loud, fast. Then comes the guitar: raw, rich, angry. A distorted voice cuts through the noise melodic under the layers of whatever was happening, but clawing to be heard. Your eyes go wide. You start bobbing your head slowly. Then more. A grin creeps up your face, shoulders bouncing slightly as the music crashes through your ears. You grip the headphones tighter, fully in it like you’ve been dropped into a private punk rock concert in a dream.

When the song fades, you pull the headphones off with a breathless laugh. “That was… so good,” you say, eyes lit up. “Like, very loud but in the best way. I felt like I could punch God in the face. I loved it.”

Sal’s ears what little you can see of them turn just slightly pink. He shifts, crossing his arms. “Yeah?”

You grin. “What, because I’m in a cheer uniform, you think cheerleaders don’t have rage?”

He laughs softly. It’s warm. Unexpected.

You glance at the clock and groan. “Ugh. I should probably head back and pretend I’m responsible or whatever. Homework calls.”

You hand the headphones back, your fingers lingering a second before letting go.

“Thanks for showing me that,” you say. “Seriously. its super sick.”

Sal shrugs, casual, but he still won’t quite meet your eyes. In his head, he’s screaming. Because what the hell. A cheerleader just walked into his room, complimented his taste in music, vibed to Sanity Falls, and then thanked him like he did her a favor.

Respectfully and he does mean that. you’re hot. this whole thing feels like a glitch in the matrix. Like someone else’s life. He clears his throat. “Yeah. Uh. Anytime.”

You flash one last smile before turning to leave. Sal Fisher stands frozen in his room, A pretty girl was in his room.

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ the clatter of trays, bursts of laughter, the shriek of a chair scraping too hard against the linoleum. Sal sat across from Larry, Ash, and Todd, picking at the edges of his sandwich more than actually eating it. His thoughts weren’t really on food. Not when they kept drifting back to the night before.

Cheerleader. In his room. Pretty girl. She liked his music.

“Hey,” he said finally, pushing his tray forward and folding his arms on the table. “Do you guys know that new girl who lives on the third floor now?”

Larry paused mid bite, sandwich halfway to his mouth. “Third floor?”

Ash glanced between them, already suspicious. “Wait. Are we talking about that new girl? Y/N something?”

“Yeah,” Sal said, tone casual like he wasn’t rehearsing the question all morning. “she dropped something off last night. Just wondering if you knew her.”

Larry barked a laugh. “The cheerleader? Yeah, she’s definitely one of those girls.”

Sal blinked. “Those?”

“You know,” Ash chimed in, leaning her chin on her hand. “Perfect hair. Always smells like a mall. Probably part of one of those fake bestie cliques that post about how much they loveee each other but secretly hate one another’s guts.”

Larry nodded, already back into his food. “Plastic. The kind that calls everyone ‘babe’ but doesn’t know your actual name.”

Todd, sipping from a thermos, finally looked up. “You guys don’t even know her.”

Ash raised an eyebrow. “And you do?”

“I’ve had class with her. She’s… quiet,” Todd said thoughtfully. “Pays attention. Says thank you when someone passes her a worksheet. She helped a freshman with their locker on the second day.”

“That’s your bar for decency?” Larry said, skeptical.

“I’m just saying, you’re judging her and like Sal was new too once,” Todd said. “You don’t know anything real about her.”

Ash groaned. “You don’t need to know someone to know someone, Todd. Some people just radiate mean girl energy. Trust me.”

Todd narrowed his eyes. “That’s a shallow assumption and you know it.”

Ash muttered something about “cheerleaders being a plague” under her breath, and Larry snorted.

Sal, who had gone unusually quiet, finally spoke again. “She’s not like that.”

All three of them turned to look at him.

Larry’s mouth slowly curved into a smirk. “Wait. Hold up. Why are you asking about her, dude?”

Sal looked down, then up, tone clipped. “I told you. She dropped off mail. That’s it.”

Ash crossed her arms. “why did she just come all the way up to your place to give you a letter?”

Sal shrugged. “Her mailbox got mine by accident. then stayed for a bit”

Larry leaned forward, grinning. “What, did she get lost on the way out?”

Sal blinked. “She liked my music.”

Ash scoffed. “What, like out loud?”

Sal nodded. “Yeah. She tried my headphones. Even headbanged a little.”

Todd smiled slightly. “That’s kind of cool.”

Larry shook his head like he was witnessing a miracle. “Okay, wait a minute. A cheerleader, listened to screamo music, and didn’t run screaming for the suburbs?”

Sal shrugged again. “She said it made her want to punch God.”

Ash froze, lips parting in a mix of confusion and, for the first time, mild interest. “Okay… that’s actually kind of hardcore.”

“She said my room was cool,” Sal mumbled, mostly to his tray.

Larry threw his hands up. “Okay, what the hell, Sal. Are you telling me you Sal ‘I sit by myself and listen to death metal’ Fisher just casually had a cheerleader in your bedroom?”

Sal didn’t reply, but his fingers drummed on the table a little too fast to be casual. Larry leaned in. “Dude. You got a cheerleader in your room. Are you sure this wasn’t a dream? Like a fever dream after one too many gas station burritos?”

Todd tilted his head. “Or maybe… maybe she’s just a person. Like the rest of us. Who happens to like punk and be good at flips.”

Ash scowled. “God, Todd, you sound like a teacher.”

He shrugged. “Just saying.”

Larry still wasn’t over it. “Next thing you know she’s gonna show up in all black with eyeliner and join a band.”

Sal didn’t say it out loud, but a flicker of a smile played under the edge of his mask at the idea. He kinda liked that you were so different. the juxtaposition of your looks and what you seemed interested was very cool to look at.

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ You strolled through the crowd with your cheer squad flanking both sides laughing, gossiping, spinning their hair around fingers like it was a competitive sport. You listened absently as one of them launched into a dramatic retelling of how her ex “accidentally” liked her finsta post at 2 a.m.

You weren’t really paying attention. Not because you didn’t care, though the first time she talked about it had you engaged. but because your eyes had already locked onto something else across the cafeteria. A short blue haired guy sitting at a table near the back with a group of kids you’d only ever heard about through whispered rumors and cruel nicknames.

There he was. Sal Fisher. without really thinking without asking yourself anything at all you broke away from your group mid laugh. Just veered straight toward him like your legs had made the decision before your brain did.

“Wait, where are you going?” one of your friends asked behind you.

“BRB,” you called over your shoulder. “I want to bother someone.”

Across the cafeteria, at a table meant for the misfits, Sal was in the middle of pushing peas around his tray when a sudden blur of cheer uniform and bounce came into view. He looked up.

You stopped right beside him and sat down immediately grabbing his arm, breathless and grinning. “Okay, so, I’ve been thinking about that song you showed me all night. Like, literally, I couldn’t sleep. I need more. You got a playlist? A mixtape? A USB drive from hell? Gimme.”

For one perfect, cinematic second, the entire table was silent. Larry dropped his fork. Ash’s eyes nearly bugged out of her skull. Todd blinked like you had just walked through a wall.

Sal just stared. “You… what?”

You nodded eagerly, lowering your voice like it was sacred. “You ruined all my playlists. I need more of that noise in my life.”

He blinked again. “You sure?”

“You say that like you thought I wouldn’t.”

“I–” Sal started, then stopped, looking absolutely stunned.

You turned to the rest of the table, realizing they were still staring at you like you’d just sprouted devil horns and declared yourself prom queen of hell. You raised a hand sheepishly. “Hi. Sorry for interrupting. I’m Y/N. just moved this year.”

Ash looked like she was physically holding herself back from combusting. Larry was still open mouthed, and Todd was watching with the kind of intrigue usually reserved for alien encounters.

“If you’re anything like Sal,” you added, offering them a genuine smile, “then I’m sure you’re all cool as hell.”

Larry looked to Sal, eyes wide. “Yeah, he’s crazy cool. Though he did learn from the best” Larry awkwardly replied while pointing himself

Ash leaned toward Todd. “I think i’m on drugs, what’s happening” Todd just smiled quietly.

You turned back to Sal, who was very much glitching out in real time. “I’ll give you my number later,” you said with a wink. “Text me a playlist. Or this time I’m breaking into your room.”

Sal opened his mouth. Closed it. Nodded once like he was in shock. “Okay.” And then you were gone, skipping back to your friends, who were whispering furiously and shooting glances like you’d just fraternized with the enemy.

“what was that?” one of them hissed.

You smiled, tugging your ponytail higher.“you’re the one who told me to make friends here, thats all i’m doing.”

Back at the table, Sal stared down at his tray like it might give him answers.

Larry leaned in, whispering, “Bro. Are you a witch? Did you hex a cheerleader?”

Sal just shook his head.

“I think,” he said slowly, still stunned, “i think its jover for me.”

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ You weren’t quite sure how it happened. One second you were joking in the hallway with Sal about your shared hatred for lukewarm cafeteria pizza, and the next you were in his room, cross legged, spinning slowly on his desk chair while he nervously adjusted the volume on his old stereo system.

The room was quiet, save for the soft murmur of some obscure post punk band playing from the corner. You didn’t recognize the lyrics, but it felt like something you wanted to memorize.

“You know,” you said, glancing around, “I kinda expected more skulls. Or like… weird taxidermy?”

Sal laughed soft and surprised. “Yeah, you’re not the first to say that. I think Larry was disappointed when he first came over and didn’t find a Ouija board or something.”

You gave him a playful squint. “Wait, you don’t have one?”

Sal grinned slightly behind the mask. “Okay, I do. But it’s under my bed and mostly for decoration. Larry gets carried away.”

You hopped off the chair and crouched, peeking under the bed like you were on a mission. “You’re telling me there’s a haunted board game down here and you’re not showing me?”

“It’s not haunted,” he replied, clearly amused. “It’s just from a yard sale. Probably cursed with suburban angst at most.”

You laughed, brushing your fingers over a dusty shoebox. “Still cool. You’ve got good taste. I mean, look at this stuff.”

Posters of bands you’d never heard of were plastered across the walls, scribbled notebook pages taped in between like patchwork wallpaper. An old lava lamp flickered halfheartedly in the corner. There were stacks of CDs, cassette tapes, and one particularly weird clay sculpture that looked like it might’ve been made in a sleep deprived art class.

You plopped onto his bed and tilted your head. “This one’s my favorite,” you said, pointing at a crooked drawing of a girl with hollow eyes and messy hair. “She beautiful.”

Sal stepped closer, shoving his hands in his hoodie pocket. “That was… something I did when I was like, thirteen. Supposed to be a ghost from this dream I had. I kept seeing her for weeks after.”

You looked at him, expression soft. “You see ghosts a lot?”

He hesitated for a second, then nodded. “Sometimes. Not all the time. But yeah.”

“Damn. That’s metal.”

Sal let out another laugh, more comfortable now. “That’s what I told my therapist.”

You leaned back on your elbows, smiling at him from his own bed like you’d done it a hundred times. “So, what else are you hiding in here? Secret dungeon? Portal to hell?”

“Uh,” Sal said, eyes glinting with something playful. “Larry stole all the portals to hell. I’m more of a secret music archive guy.”

You shot up. “Prove it.”

He smirked and crossed the room to a cabinet by his desk, pulling open a drawer to reveal a mess of burned CDs, USBs, old MP3 players, and one tiny cassette player with a sticker that said “Play if you hate the world.”

You gasped like he’d opened the Holy Grail. “Sal. This is the coolest shit I’ve ever seen. You better send me everything.”

He knelt beside you, pulling out a CD with careful fingers. “This one’s the first mix I ever made. It’s super rough.”

You took it from him reverently. “I love rough.”

Sal’s ears went pink. “I, uh, that came out weird.”

“Yeah,” you teased. “but cant a girl say how she feels.”

You glanced at him, and he was already watching you, like he couldn’t believe you actually said that. Like you’d disappear if he blinked too long.

“Hey,” you said, quieter now. “You’re kinda talkative tonight.”

He shrugged, brushing some hair from his face. “You’re easy to talk to.”

That made something flicker warm in your chest.

“Same,” you murmured. Then you nudged him with your shoulder. “Do you like me here?”

Sal tilted his head, mock serious. “People probably that I’ve summoned a demon cheerleader to possess me.”

You grinned. “Yeah? Hope they’re right.”

And he laughed again. You liked that sound. You wanted to hear it more.

You and Sal stayed like that for a while, just talking. The kind of conversation that meandered and curved around strange facts and half finished thoughts. He told you about a ghost that used to knock on his closet door when he was little. You told him about the time you accidentally summoned a raccoon with a ritual you found on Tumblr. Somewhere between laughter and another CD recommendation, you spotted a small, beat up notebook tucked between the mattress and wall. It looked old, like something with secrets.

“Ooooh, what’s that?” you asked, already reclining across the bed to reach it.

Sal looked up, immediately alert. “Wait no, that’s!”

Too late. You stretched out, reaching over him as he sat back against the headboard. Your fingers brushed the edge of the notebook only for your balance to shift, the mattress dipping under your weight.

Thump.

You landed right on top of him. For a moment, neither of you moved. You were nose to nose, your chest pressed against his, hands awkwardly splayed on either side of his shoulders. His mask had tilted slightly, and you could see just a glimpse of the scar beneath it before he quickly adjusted it. His breath hitched so did yours.

Your eyes met.

Sal’s eyes were wide, pupils flicking between yours like he was scanning for some kind of signal. You suddenly became very aware of the warmth radiating off him. Of the way your knee was pressing slightly between his legs. The room, the music, the whole world had gone still.

“Uh,” he said softly, like he was trying not to spook you.

You blinked. “Sorry. Um. .”

“it’s okay,” he said, voice an octave higher than usual. “Totally. You’re all good trust. Yeah.”

You were about to say something maybe a joke, maybe not when the door slammed open with the force of someone who had never knocked in his entire life.

“Yo, Sal HOLY SHIT”

You scrambled off like you’d been hit with a taser, rolling off to the side and nearly falling off the bed. Sal sat bolt upright, stiff as a corpse.

Larry stood in the doorway, a soda can in one hand and a box of cookies in the other, blinking like he was trying to make sure what he was seeing wasn’t a hallucination.

“Dude,” he said, utterly stunned. “Did I interrupt something?”

Sal buried his face in both hands with a groan. “Larry.”

“No, because this is like… well im not going to say. You’re on the bed, she’s on top of you, the music’s playing do you guys want me to turn the lights down? Light a candle or something?”

You threw a pillow at him.

Larry dodged it “I can come back later. Like, waaay later.”

“You weren’t even supposed to come now,” Sal hissed, his voice muffled behind his hands.

Larry grinned. “I felt a disturbance in the force.”

You sat up and crossed your legs, trying to fix your hair and your dignity. “Hey Larry, how’s it going?.”

Larry raised his brows and backed toward the hallway with exaggerated steps. “I meet you once and you’re already over my man right here”

And then he was gone, disappearing down the hall with the sound of crinkling cookie packaging trailing behind him. Sal finally peeked up at you, his face still a little flushed. “…Im sorry about that.”

You smiled, brushing your hair back. “Im not too worried, He seems like a nice guy.”

Sal blinked, then laughed “I think I like having you around,” he murmured, almost too quiet to catch.

You grinned, nudging his knee with yours. “Then send me that damn playlist before I tackle you again.”

“…Not the worst threat I’ve heard,” he replied.

And the music played on.

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆You sat criss cross on the grass with your cheerleader friends, your lunch mostly forgotten as you braided strands of your best friend’s hair while another girl animatedly recounted some drama from first period.

“…and then he said, ‘It’s not cheating if we were on a break!’” she shrieked, clutching her phone like it was sacred.

Everyone groaned, gasped, or fake fainted in synchronized horror.

You laughed, tossing a piece of grass in her direction. “He used the Friends defense? God, we need to start handing out red flags on flashcards.”

You were comfortable here. It was loud, messy, dramatic but it was yours. And they loved you because you weren’t just part of the cheer squad, or the new girl, but because you talked to the theater kids, the band nerds, the weird guy in the dinosaur hoodie. You didn’t care about cliques. You liked people. People were weird and interesting.

Eventually the bell rang and everyone stood, gathering their things in a flurry of hair and perfume.

“I’ll see you after school!” someone called. You waved, backing away toward the building with your backpack swinging behind you.

And that’s when you heard it. “Pick it up, you little freak. Or do you need your mommy to do it for you?”

You rounded the corner and froze. A smaller kid, maybe a freshman, was scrambling to pick up their books, hands shaking as a taller guy stood over him. Shaggy hair,, fists clenched like he wanted someone to look. A few papers blew past your feet. You didn’t step in. You knew better. You weren’t built like that couldn’t throw a punch or bark louder than a threat. And you knew the look of someone who’d use that.

But still… once the kid grabbed his stuff and scurried off like a spooked rabbit, you found your voice.

“Hey.”

The guy turned to you, annoyance etched into every line of his face. “What?”

You took a slow breath and tilted your head. “What’s your problem?”

He blinked, like you’d just asked him the square root of an existential crisis. “You wanna go?” he said, stepping toward you with all the bravado of someone who’d been fighting shadows his whole life.

You didn’t flinch. Just crossed your arms and stared. “You seriously pick fights with kids who can’t fight back? What, did your cereal bully you this morning?”

That got him. Just a flicker but it was there. A crack in the tough guy mask. He scoffed. “Don’t act like you know me.”

“I don’t,” you said honestly. “But I know whatever that was back there? Thats fucked, stop being a dick and maybe your mommy would do something about it.” His jaw flexed like he was holding back a hundred things he didn’t know how to say. “I’m not scared of you,” you added softly. “But you being a dick is pointless.”

He stared at you for a long time. Long enough that it should’ve felt uncomfortable. But instead, it felt… tense. Not dangerous. Just tight. Like something holding its breath.

Then, just before turning, he muttered, “Tch. Whatever.”

You watched him go, the anger in his steps still there but dulled, somehow. Like your words had wedged into the gears of whatever rage machine he operated on. You found out later from someone in gym class that his name was Travis. Just Travis. No one knew his last name, just that he was trouble, had a rep, and probably didn’t have many people who called him anything else.

Ash had seen it.

She’d been leaning against the side of the vending machines, chewing on the straw of her empty smoothie cup, eyes darting around the quad like they always did. She wasn’t looking for drama, not really, but if it stumbled into her path, she sure as hell wasn’t going to ignore it.

She watched the whole thing Travis towering, spitting venom, and you standing there, not brave enough to throw hands, but bold enough to ask why. Not backing down. Not even flinching.

When he walked off, still pissed but quieter somehow, she tossed her smoothie into the bin and strolled over like she wasn’t deliberately inserting herself.

“What was that?” she asked, casually, like she’d just seen you pet a lion.

You turned, slinging your backpack higher on your shoulder. “What was what?”

Ash raised a brow. “With Travis. You said something. He didn’t hit you. That’s basically a miracle.”

You shrugged, still feeling the adrenaline buzz in your ribs. “I don’t know. Just… couldn’t walk past it.”

Ash snorted. “People walk past him all the time. He’s an ass. A racist, sexist, homophobic caveman with fists for brains. Trust me, most people are glad to stay out of his way.”

You chewed your lip. “Yeah. I guess. I just. I don’t know. People who are assholes need someone to speak up.”

She tilted her head, considering that for a beat. “You ever get into fights?”

“God, no,” you said quickly. “I’d die.”

Ash smirked. “That checks out. Still, you didn’t run. Didn’t go fake sweet or start crying to a teacher. You just… confronted him. That was kind of bold of you new girl.”

“Thanks?” you offered, unsure.

She walked with you now, matching your steps as you made your way down the hall. It was quiet, the rush between lunch and next period tapering off.

Ash glanced sideways at you. “Y’know, I pegged you as another one of them.”

You didn’t need to ask who them was. You’d seen the way she looked at your cheer friends. Glitter and high ponies didn’t mix with combat boots and smudged eyeliner.

You smiled softly, still looking ahead. “Yeah. I get that a lot.”

She didn’t say anything for a second. Then: “Turns out you’ve got more bite than you let on.”

You turned to her, surprised. “You saying that like it’s a good thing.”

Ash shrugged. “Might be.”

That was it. No over explanation. No emotional dive into friendship territory. Just the Ashley Campbell version of a peace offering. She didn’t invite you to hang out or trade numbers. She didn’t ask personal questions or gush. But the next time she saw you in the hall, she nodded at you instead of looking through you.

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ The bell had just rung, and the hallways were alive people yelling across rows of lockers, someone dropping a textbook with a dramatic slam, and the smell of cafeteria pizza already creeping in. You scanned the crowd like a bloodhound on a mission.

Sal Fisher. Quietly standing near the usual corner with Larry, Todd, and Ash. He had his hands in his pockets, head tilted as Todd went off about some new theory, probably ghosts or government tech. Ash was chewing on a straw and nodding vaguely, while Larry interrupted every other word with “Nah, but listen what if?”

You didn’t even think twice.

“Hey!” you called, bounding over like a cartoon character with too much energy and absolutely no sense of personal space. “There you are, Blue.”

Sal looked up right as you reached him. “Blue?”

“You’re wearing blue,” you said, pointing at him. “And your hair’s blue. You’re very committed to the aesthetic.”

He tilted his head. “I wear black more than anything.”

“Technicalities,” you said, grabbing his sleeve. “Come on. We’re doing something.”

Larry raised a brow. “Is this a kidnapping?”

“Definitely,” Ash answered flatly.

“Wait, what are we doing?” Sal asked, laughing under his breath as you pulled him gently away from the group. “Do I get a say in this?”

“You get to walk or be dragged, your call.”

“That doesn’t feel like much of a choice,” he muttered, but he let you lead him anyway.

“Where are you taking him this time?” Todd called out with actual concern.

“To the moon,” you replied without turning around. “Or maybe just the vending machines. We’ll see.”

Ash cupped her hands around her mouth. “Bring him back in one piece!”

Larry shouted after, “AND IF HE COMES BACK MARRIED IM ATTACKING YOU FOR NOT LETTING ME BE BEST MAN!”

You groaned and shot them a look over your shoulder. “Y’all are so dramatic.”

“We’re dramatic?” Ash asked, gesturing wildly. “You swooped in like a caffeinated falcon and stole our boy mid convo!”

Sal laughed beside you, his eyes squinting just slightly with amusement behind the mask. “You kinda did.”

“Okay, but be honest,” you said, bumping your shoulder into his. “You weren’t even really paying attention to Larry’s alien rant.”

“…It was about space cats this time.”

“See? I’m rescuing you.”

He chuckled again, a little softer this time. “Then thanks, I guess. You know, I’ve started looking forward to these.”

You slowed your pace, peeking at him from the side. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, a bit bashful now. “You’re crazy and I am definitely living for it.”

Your smile tugged wider, warmth blooming in your chest. “That might be the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

“You need better friends,” he teased.

“I have you,” you shot back.

And that quiet moment hung between you both for just a second comfortable, kind of sweet, a little electric.

Back at the hallway corner, the trio watched you both disappear down the hall. Ash crossed her arms, a curious look on her face. “Im glad to have found out she’s not just some glitter clone.”

“Nope,” Larry agreed. “She’s cool. Like, actually so cool.”

Todd smiled faintly. “And Sal likes her. That much is obvious.”

Ash gave a small nod, the corner of her mouth twitching up. “Yeah. He really does.” for once, none of them said anything snarky.

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I doubt that any of them would care about enviroment😭

When I saw this meme of the new Disney Villains game, Disney Villains Cursed Café I wanted to fill it in. As there are villains that should be in this modern AU game.

1. Hades (I'm a Hadeficent fan of course I would want him to join Maleficent at the café)

2. Dr. Facilier

3. Queen of Hearts

4. Scar (being an animal I'm not sure that he would ever be added to the game, but who knows maybe there's a potion that could turn him into a human.)

5. Lady Tremaine

6. Judge Claude Frollo

7. Oogie Boogie

8. Mother Gothel

9. Shan Yu

10. Prince Hans DeviantART template used - Top 10 Villains That should Be in DVCC by KawaiiNekoNerd2007.

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my humor 2016

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How do you make people fall in love with you

challenge them to a duel 

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NO FUCKING WAY

here’s the closeted furries “hey man… can u bum me a cig” and “the one uncle nobody invites to the family reunion but SOMEONE keeps telling him where it is anyways”

if you want an idea of what john is like, imagine hau from pokemon sumo

ALSO the ppl who kept asking me for trans thomas art, HERE he’s trans in this au (; 

ft John:

[pustak31]

happy Thursday the 20th