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[p1a9u3]

Peephole Ch.3 On my own

Masterpost Ch.3 - Ch.4 Pairing: Dylan Matthews x Fem Oc

Rating: 18+ (mdni)

Genre: Neighbors/Strangers to Lovers, Smut, Angst, Fluff, Slow-burn

Summary: Living with her mother, Amoya never thought much about male guests being over, but now that she's on her own...

Words: 3.8k

Warnings: Mental illness (anxiety, OCD), intrusive thoughts (wink wink), Language, Age gap (5 years), Dylan can't help but look back at it (yes, this needs a warning), Suggestive thoughts, Amoyas awkward

Status: Unedited

Author's Note: Heyyyyyy...I'm thinking about changing some things, mainly one thing, and that's the age gap. I don't want anything illegal or that makes Dylan look gross, I just want Amoya to be a little younger (I'm lying). I also may or may not be lying about this being a slow burn; it really just depends on how I make them interact and whether or not it fits the situation. I believe that's all. Please enjoy chapter 3 of PeepHole

Wednesday, February 28, 2024 Time: 10:00AM

"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!" The sound of your alarm woke you up. Sitting up on the couch you rub your eyes as you reach for your phone lying on the floor. Gripping it with the tips of your fingers you quickly turn off the blaring alarm before your mom wakes up from it.

The two of you had not finished unpacking. Your mom had unpacked the things you had for your kitchen, like seasonings and a few mugs you had had for years. While she worked in the kitchen, you chose to put your bed together as well as unpack some of your clothes, quickly giving up after you realized how much shit you had. When your mom finished, the two of you ordered McDonald's, and as you ate, your mom brought up your new neighbor and talked about how the two of you would look good together. You had let your mom sleep in your bed since you knew her back was hurting her, and she had a long drive ahead. Her boyfriend was going to meet her halfway and drive the rest, so you weren't too worried. The two of you quite literally slept the rest of the day.

Checking your phone, you see that some of your Amazon packages have arrived. You ordered a few essential things as well as a few decor items, a few days prior so by the time you moved in all you had to do was unpack and decorate. Getting up from the couch, you stretch and then head for the door, not acknowledging that you were only in a baby tee and panties. Opening the door, you grab the stack of small boxes and set them on her living room floor. You slide one of the heavier boxes in front of the door to hold it open as you squat down to pick up the last box. Standing up, you hear a door slam shut. Looking up, you see that it's him, Dylan.

'Ooo Weee'

Dylan gives a charming smile "Morning". Looking down at the box in your hands, his eyes travel lower noticing your bare legs the boxing covering your torso and upper thighs. You of course don't notice, instantly finding the urge to apologize again for the early morning disturbance the other day. You restrain yourself though not wanting to annoy the man.

"Good Morning," you say softly, smiling back before turning back around into your apartment to put your box down; your foot sliding the box in front of the door away letting the door close by itself.

Only after the door shuts do you realize that your whole ass is out and you just flashed your neighbor

"Oooh Fuck"

Quickly dropping the box on the floor you rush back to your front door looking through your peephole. He's still standing there, his hand over his mouth and eyes shut, your eyes travel down his body, he was wearing gym shorts and a black compression shirt. Your eyes stop at his crotch.

'Shit, I can see it from here'

The more you stared, the more you could make out his imprint through his shorts. Quickly stepping away, face-palming yourself. You have to stop yourself from banging your head on the door in case he hears you.

(Gurl how hard is you lookin)

"Eediat", you whisper to yourself. (Translation: idiot)

"tko je idiot", you hear your mom behind you making you jump. You turn to face her then pick up the box by the door and bring it to the living room with the other boxes. (Translation: whos the idiot)

"Me, I'm an idiot." You start cutting open one of the boxes, "I stepped outside with nothing on, and of course, my new neighbor had to be leaving his apartment at the same time." You explain aggressively ripping open another box.

You mom simply laughs as she sits on the couch reaching for one of the smaller packages and opening it up.

Dylans POV- Wednesday, February 28, 2024 Time: 10:05AM

Leaving the house wasn't exactly Dylan's thing, but he recently decided to start going to the gym, so he's holding himself accountable and being consistent.

Grabbing his water, gym bag and phone. Dylan heads out the door. The first thing he sees is you, he can tell you just woke up; but not in a bad way. In an effortlessly beautiful way; his eyes can't help but wander your form his eyes stopping at your bare legs. He assumes you were wearing shorts since the box you bent over to pick up covered your lower torso and hips. His front door slamming shut is what snapped him out of his trance, it seemed to alert you as well since your now looking at him.

"Morning" he blurts out.

He instinctively thinks about asking if you need any help but notices that it seems to be the last box as he sees more already inside your apartment.

"Good Morning" You reply with a smile.

Your smile catches him off guard, your perfect white teeth too. He can't recall the last time a smile made him feel like this. Breathless, almost. The breathlessness turns into pure suffocation as he watches you turn back into your apartment. His brain goes blank as his eyes trail down to your ass. He doesn't realize his mouth is hanging open until his view is obstructed by your front door, or that he was holding his breath. His hand comes up to cover his mouth as he stares blankly at your front door

Dylan likes to think of himself as a mature man; he knows everything has a time and place. Luckily, he's in front of his apartment, or strangers would have a clear view of his hardening imprint in his gym shorts. Quickly turning around, he reenters his apartment completely forgetting why he was leaving in the first place as he drops his gym bag and heads to his bedroom. Was that on purpose? Did you even realize you weren't wearing any pants? Whatever the reason, it was affecting him severely. Sitting on his bed, he tried to calm himself down. Reminding himself that he was a grown man and not some twelve-year-old boy who had just discovered what porn was. He couldn't get the image out of his head; it wasn't like you were wearing skimpy underwear either; they were cute, actually. They were pink with a red studded cherry on the right cheek and red fringe on the edges.

Laying back on his bed, he lets out a heavy sigh as he stares up at his ceiling. He'll give you the benefit of the doubt and say you didn't realize, remembering how you reacted the other day to waking him out of his sleep. He thought it was cute how you kept apologizing, not being able to find the annoyance within himself when you looked so good. And your body-

Stopping his train of thought before he did something he would be ashamed of later. He got out of bed and took a cold cold shower. -End of Dylan's POV

Time: 1:00PM

You helped your mom into the Uhaul truck, putting her water and snack bag in the passenger seat.

"I'll set up your GPS for you." You grab your mom's phone, setting directions to where she was to meet her boyfriend. Setting up her phone on the mount you set up before the two of you left. Hopping out of the truck, you circle around to the driver's seat where your mom sat.

"You know you are always welcome to come back home." Your mom took your hands in hers as she spoke to you. "Don't ever feel like you're not welcome, ok?"

"I know ma. I'll call you every week okay, I know how paranoid you get" You step up on the footbar and give your mom a hug.

"Volim te, i tako sam ponosan na ženu koja si postala Ini." Your mom hugs you back squeezing tight. (Translation: I love you, and I am so proud of the woman you have become Ini)

"volim i ja tebe." Leaning back, you look at your mom kissing her on the cheek as you step down. "Let me know when he picks you up, ok" (Translation: I love you too)

You notice your mom tearing up as she shuts the door, puts the car into drive. Nodding, she blows you a kiss. Watching your mom pull out of the parking space, you wave to her as she exits the complex. Letting out a deep sigh, you turn back to your building once she turns onto the main road and is out of sight.

Stepping into your apartment, you shut the door leaning against it. Looking around at your half furnished apartment, giggling to wyourself as you step forward further into your apartment

'my own apartment, I live alone now'

You sit on the couch and look around some more like you haven't seen the place already.

'you can invite whoever you want'

Your mind wanders back to this morning, to him. Your cheeks feel hot as the thought of him seeing you in your underwear fills your mind.

'he definitely saw'

You don't think you could ever face him again.

'I should apologize'

Are you stupid? How could you stand in front of him again. You already ruined your first impression with him, and now the second time you see him, he gets a full view of your ass.

'I'll write a note'

It's not a horrible idea. Sitting there for a moment thinking, you get up and head into your room, grabbing an old notebook and pen, coming back out, you sit on your couch. Flipping to an unused page.

'Hey, new neighbor. I would like to apologize correctly and not sound like a bumbling fool. I promise I'm not some rude person who walks around pantsless and wakes people out of their sleep. I apologize for that and for how our first impressions of each other went about. If you'll allow me, I would love to make it up to you, however you wish. Just let me know. Your new neighbor. Amoya.'

Tearing the page out, you find a piece of tape, folding the paper in half, you step out of your apartment, taping the note to his door. You stop for a second, taking a breath. You quickly knock on the door and rush back into your apartment, slamming the door shut.

'What was that Amoya"

Leaning your head against the door you let out a groan at your childish behavior. Stepping away from the door you go back to your living room and sit on the couch; looking over at the door groaning again.

'If you'll allow me I would love to make it up to you, however you wish.'

You freeze, your words circling your mind and the implications behind them. Of course, you meant nothing by them, but he doesn't know that, and you just gave him a show with not having any pants on earlier. Slapping your hand over your face, you lie back on the couch.

'I would love to make it up to you'

You weren't lying, though; you wouldn't mind returning the favor from him helping you move stuff into your apartment and, of course, disturbing him. It all depends on what he wants you to do for him.

'I wouldn't mind if he wanted a little physical payment'

No, no, it'll probably be something simple. Remembering how your mother offered your cooking to him, you relax a little, thinking of the innocent gesture.

'If he wanted you bent over so he could get a better look at your-'

Standing up from the couch, you try to ignore your mind wandering like it always does.

'Or he could stuff your mouth, to shut up your babbling'

You enter your room grabbing your headphones to distract yourself from your intrusive thoughts. Playing music, you decide to finish unpacking and decorating.

Time: 7:45PM

Finally finishing your apartment, laying your throw blankets on the back of the couch, you look around at the finished space. The rest of your packages had arrived while you unpacked, so now your home was finished, mostly. All that was left was for you to find a dining table, chairs, and basic needs like towels, soap, and things of that nature, but that could wait. You had ordered groceries online that morning, so your kitchen was mostly stocked as well. Sitting back on the couch, you smile, closing your eyes. Breathing in the candles you lit by the TV, you let out a squeal as you revel in the feeling of finally having your own space. You're interrupted by a knock on the door.

'I don't have anything else coming'

Confused you get up from the couch heading to the front door, peaking out the peephole you see him. He's here; at your door in fact.

'If you'll allow me I would love to make it up to you, however you wish.'

How could you forget. You wrote him a note, of course you'd have to speak to him again. Looking down at yourself to make sure you're presentable this time, you had the same baby tee on and low-rise juicy couture track pants. Opening the door your head slowly rising, eyes trailing up his body. He wasn't wearing his gym outfit anymore, he was wearing a green button-up with a white tee underneath and jeans.

'He looks good'

Finally looking up at his face, but this time you notice he had a nose-piercing.

'that's hot'

"Hi"

The baritone of his voice snaps you out of your daze.

'He definitely noticed you staring'

Cheeks burning, you let a soft smile creep onto your face "Hi."

"You uh, you wrote me a note." He says taking a small step closer to you and bringing the note up from behind him

"Yes." You pause looking at the note in his hand, cheeks burning even more. If it weren't for your dark complexion you'd look like a tomato, "I um- I just wanted to apologize properly without rambling, I won't profusely apologize this time; sorry for that"

You wish you could punch yourself. You shift from side to side and place a hand on the door frame.

He chuckles shaking his head a bit before bringing his eyes back to yours.

'fuck he's hot'

"No it's ok, you don't have to apologize" he brings his hand back down "I just wanted to know what you meant"

You stare blankly up at him mouth hanging open, trying to formulate words. He opens up the note looking back and forth from the note to you

"If you'll allow me I would love to make it up to you, however you wish." He repeats the words to you slowly voice deeper than before, then folds the paper back up.

Clearing your throat, you look down at your feet, shifting from side to side again."Right…right. So, umm, you see I was- I meant that." Looking back and forth from the note and his face, you feel your face heating profusely. "I just meant that- if you um- if you needed anything from me- or" You slowly trail off, voice getting quieter.

'It could mean whatever you want it to mean'

'You should let her cook for you sometime, you two could get acquainted with each other'

What your mom said popped into your head. "Or! Or, I could cook for you" You look back up at him "That's what I meant, I could make you dinner sometime if you wanted"

Dylan smiles to himself a little, "Right. Who was that, your mom right?"

"Yes, the one and only" You dryly laugh

"You two live together?" He asks nonchalantly

"No, I uh just moved out actually"

"Ah I see, well I would gladly take your offer for free food, Is now a bad time" he looks over your shoulder a bit "Still settling in?"

"No, I uh actually just finished putting everything together."

"Oh you must be tired then, I'll just cash in my uh-ticket later," He says holding up the note again as he says ticket.

"Oh I'm ok, I don't mind really." You step to the side a bit "Now is fine, I don't want to cut into any planes you may have later"

"You sure, I really don't mind waiting"

Looking back into your apartment, you realize how you don't have a dining table or any chairs besides your couch and coffee table, you also remember how you don't have any silverware or ceramics.

"Actually, you're right. I actually don't have a table, or chairs, or plates, or silverware, or-" cutting yourself off, you laugh awkwardly. "I uh- I still have some shopping to do"

Dylan laughs a bit, nodding his head. "Right, yeah, I'll just.. come knocking some other time then."

Dylans POV- Time: 7:45PM

Coming back from the store, Dylan exited the elevator to his floor with one bag in hand. He was getting ready to film a video when he realized he had to get some aftershave and a new razor since he ran out, and his old razor was well... old. Going to unlock his front door, he notices a piece of paper taped to his door. Pulling it off, he unlocks his door and steps inside. Opening the note, he begins reading, heading into his bathroom. Placing the bag down on the bathroom counter, and smiles to himself

'She's cute'

He can hear your voice as he's reading the note.

'If you'll allow me I would love to make it up to you, however you wish.'

His smile drops, pants getting a little tighter as he imagines you saying it to him. In that Jamaican accent he noticed the other day, voice low as you look up at him, he never realized he could be so attracted to an accent (person).

'Stop being a creep she probably didn't even mean it like that'

He knew you didn't mean it that way; you didn't seem like the type to offer things like that. Especially to a stranger. Dylan had a feeling you didn't think too hard about how that would come across. He can picture you stuttering over your words after being asked about it. So, he decided to ask you.

He softly knocked on your door holding the note behind his back. This time you you open the door with pants on, they hung low on your hips; they looked really good on you. He watched as your eyes slowly dragged up his body, holding back a smirk he waited till your eyes met his. He was a little glad he had his fake nose ring in noticing how your eyes lingered there for a second

"Hi"

"Hi"

'There goes that smile again'

Pulling the note from behind his back he looks down at it and then back to you he takes a small step to you "You uh, you wrote me a note."

The face you make has him smirking to himself as you look at the note. "Yes. I um- I just wanted to apologize properly without rambling, I won't profusely apologize this time; sorry for that"

Dylan can't help but laugh, he found it endearing how much you apologized, at least he knows there are no bad intentions behind your actions; so far.

"No, it's ok, you don't have to apologize." he brings his hand back down. "I just wanted to know what you meant."

And now he can see your reaction when he brings up your suggestive writing. He'll admit he's a little too excited to hear what you come up with.

“If you’ll allow me, I’d love to make it up to you. However you wish,” He recited, eyeing the note as he did.

“Right…right. So, umm, you see I was- I meant that-” you look back and forth from his face to the note still in his hand. He could see your brain short-circuiting. “I just meant that- if you um- if you needed anything from me- or”

His eyes bore into you as you shifted from side to side, squirming in place, he almost felt bad. That is until you blut out.

"Or! Or, I could cook for you." You look back up at him. "That's what I meant, I could make you dinner sometime if you wanted."

Dylan smiles to himself, nodding his head, "Right. Who was that, your mom, right?"

"Yes, the one and only," You dryly laugh

"You two live together?" He crosses his arms, trying to act cool.

"No, I uh just moved out actually"

"Ah, I see, well, I would gladly take your offer for free food. Is now a bad time?" he looks over your shoulder a bit, noticing how your place looks very cozy and warm. "Still settling in?"

"No, I uh actually just finished putting everything together."

"Oh, you must be tired then, I'll just cash in my uh-ticket later," Bringing up the note back up when he says ticket.

"Oh, I'm ok, I don't mind really." You step to the side a bit. "Now is fine, I don't want to cut into any plans you may have later."

"You sure, I really don't mind waiting"

He watches as you look back into your apartment, taking the time to take in how there's a slight tint of pink to your cheeks, his eyes drag down the rest of you. You're still wearing that top from this morning, and of course, you have pants on, spotting the gold piercing looped on your belly button. Not knowing if he ever had a thing for bellybutton piercings before, he can definitely say he has something for them now.

"Actually, you're right. I actually don't have a table, or chairs, or plates, or silverware, or-" His eyes snap back to your face when he hears you speak again, you laugh awkwardly. "I uh- I still have some shopping to do"

Dylan laughs a bit, nodding his head. "Right, yeah, I'll just.. come knocking some other time then." Looking down at your lips for a second, he clears his throat.

"Ye- Yeah, just uh- come on by"

"Well... glad everything got cleared up." Watching you wince at the mention of the note again, he bit back a laugh. Having put you through enough with the few minutes that felt like hours that passed. "Good night, Amoya."

"Good night, Dylan." Hearing you say his name has a stronger effect on him than he'd care to admit, gripping his arms just a bit tighter. Dylan takes a few steps back, finally uncrossing his arms before turning to his door and entering, letting it close behind him.

"Shit," Leaning his head back against his door, he looks down at the note still in his hand, before letting out a heavy chuckle.

prev. - Ch.3 - Ch.4

Author's Note: y'all....I ain't got much to say except. I promise I didn't forget about this fic. I can't make any promises about when the next chapter will be out, cuz we see what happens when I do that. So just enjoy this LONG-awaited Chapter 3 of PEEPHOLE.

[beardedmrbean]

[theman]

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

[tattooedzombigirl]

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

[secondlina]

Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.

[plagued-roses]

MAGIC POTATO GO!🥔

[thaumbody]

here we go again

reblogging the golden potato

hoping it will work

that my life will get a perk

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Always reblog the potato.

[wreneddieilysm]

Rebloged.

[p1a9u3]

Let’s see, maybe I’ll finally finish my fic🤷🏽‍♀️

[p1a9u3]

are u finishing peephole or is it discontinued

I am finishing peephole, it’s not discontinued, I promise. (My computer is on its way out tho.😭)

But I am working on peephole now that my life seems to have calmed down a bit.

[p1a9u3]

when are you updating peephole😭

Omg…I am so sorry

I swear I have not forgotten about peephole.

This past year has been… crazy to say the least, I have not had a second to rest really and relax. With all that being said Peephole will prevail!!

I will be continuing this fic I just haven’t had the time to set aside and dedicate to writing and editing, and I don’t want to post half assed shit either. So please bear with me a little longer.

PEEPHOLE WILL CONTINUE!!

[nadin2003]

🕊 Nadin’s Hope: A Mother, A Memory, A Future

Hello, my name is Nadin. I’m from Gaza. I’m a graphic design graduate, a wife—and now, a mother.

I finished my design studies just before the war began. I had dreams of starting a small studio, of creating art that told stories. I used to think about colors and fonts and the future.

Then, the war came. And the future became something we tried to hold onto, moment by moment.

On October 22, 2023, I learned I was pregnant when a missile destroyed my husband’s family home, killing 25 members—his mother, siblings, nieces and nephews—entire branches of our family in seconds.

We were displaced twice. Everything was gone—home, safety, routine, rest.

A few weeks later, I gave birth to our daughter. There was no crib, no celebration—not even stillness. But she arrived, quietly and beautifully. In her eyes I saw something I hadn’t felt in weeks: life that still wanted to grow.

Now, our days are shaped by decisions that could dismantle the future we are trying to build together.

Today, Israel’s government is discussing plans for a full military occupation of the Gaza Strip, including Gaza City and southern regions. The stated aim: to eliminate Hamas and later hand governing control to allied Arab forces—not Israel—but with no clear path to peace or normalcy.

The humanitarian fallout is devastating. More than 61,000 Palestinians have died in this war; hunger and malnutrition are rising sharply. Hospitals in north Gaza have shut down, and 193 people have now died of starvation, nearly half of them children.

Aid remains blocked, water is scarce, and many risk dying of hunger or disease long before future promises arrive.

We Don’t Know What Comes Next There’s no clear path forward—only uncertainty for our daughter’s life and our ability to survive another day.

Nadin’s Hope: Rebuilding Life for a Mother and Child

My name is Nadin, and I’m a mother from Gaza.

How You Can Help I’m asking for support—not for comfort, but for survival:

Help us meet basic needs so we can breathe, heal, and preserve a world for our daughter.

Support us as I try to stand again on my own feet—even a glimmer of stability matters.

If you’ve read this far, thank you. If you can give—thank you. If you can’t—just sharing this post is a lifeline I will never forget.

[princessglitterbitch-deactivated]

fuck trump. free palestine. free sudan. free congo. free ukraine. fuck ice. eat the rich.

[p1a9u3]

Amen to that

[heaveninruins-deactivated202602]

writers block is hitting me so bad, i feel like this whenever i sit in front of a new document

[p1a9u3]

Hi love! Could you tag or message me whenever you post your next Dylan fic?

Of course I gotchu! Hopefully I’ll have a new chapter out soon, this new job is kicking my ass tho. BUT I HAVENT FORGOTTEN ABOUT IT!!

[tonycries]

daddy tony do you have a j*b

[p1a9u3]

PeepHole Ch2: Disturbances

Masterpost Ch.2 - Ch.3 Pairing: Dylan Matthews x Fem Oc

Rating: 18+ (mdni)

Genre: Neighbors/Strangers to Lovers, Smut, Angst, Fluff, Slow-burn

Summary: First impressions are always important, luckily Amoya didn't fuck her's up...right?

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: (This story takes place in 2024) Mental illness (anxiety, OCD), Language, Age gap (5 years), nothing really happens in this chapter.

Status: Unedited

Authors Note: I am so sorry, this took forever to come out, it's not even a long chapter. There happened to be a lot of shit wanting to happen as I was trying to finish this chapter, so things got pushed back. I will try my best to not be so lazy and get shit written and posted in a timely manner, but for now, here is the second chapter, I hope you enjoy

"Hello?"

You silently cursed yourself for waking up your neighbor at six in the morning. You step to the side to apologize profusely. Looking up from the floor your eyes trail up seeing black socks, grey sweatpants, a plain white t-shirt, finally reaching his face to see round glasses and messy hair.

'He looks familiar'

"I am so sorry I didn't mean to wake you I just tripped and this thing is really heavy, I hope I didn't damage your door, I'm sorry if I did and I'm sorry for waking you again." You spewed out

Dylans POV- Tuesday, February 27, 2024 Time: 5:57AM In a deep sleep, Dylan rolled onto his side, dreaming of himself as a best-selling author. He signed books for his fans, gave speeches about how his book was several years in the making, and how happy he was that his fans stayed long enough to see it finished.

-thump!-

Dylan jolted up from his sleep, looking around his room, thinking maybe someone was trying to break in,

"The fuck?" He sits up straight letting his eyes adjust to the dark and looks around the room, not seeing anything.

Or maybe it was in his head. Laying his head back onto his pillow, he closed his eyes slowly falling back to sleep.

-thump!-

Dylan's eyes shoot back open, grabbing his glasses from beside his bed and turning on his side lamp, he looks around his room. Getting out of bed and exiting his room, he quickly and quietly searches around his apartment. Not seeing anything out of order, he silently steps to his front door to look out the peephole. Seeing what looked like a large wall instead of the door that faced his, he also saw fingers wrapped around the side facing him. Letting out a sigh he opens the door

"Hello?" placing his right hand on the door frame and holding the door open with his left, waiting for a reply from the person who woke him from his dream.

Dylan wasn't really the type to get all flustered over a pretty girl, he'd acknowledge a good-looking face but then move on. But he couldn't help himself, you were gorgeous, he almost forgot why he was standing there in the first place until he heard your voice.

"I am so sorry I didn't mean to wake you I just- I tripped and this thing is really heavy, I didn't damage your door- I hope I didn't, I'm sorry if I did and I'm sorry for waking you again." You spewed out, fumbling over your words.

Why did he think that was kind of cute? He's gonna blame it on the fact that he just woke up and is still delirious, he didn't notice how your eyes slowly dragged up his body before, too busy dragging his own eyes over your body. When his eyes finally met yours the first thing he thought of was a siren, not one of those magical mermaids, but a siren, the ones who sing to sailors and drag them to their deaths and eat away at their drowned bodies. He's not going to lie to himself, he definitely thinks it's sexy, your eyes included. If he wasn't supposed to formulate a response to you he'd just keep staring, but he's been staring for too long.

"Ahem- You're fine- it's fine, you're good. Are you ok, that was pretty loud, did you hurt yourself?" If he could slap himself right now he would for sounding so stupid. -End of Dylan's POV

"I'm good, just hit my head a little, again I'm really sorry. You can go back to sleep, I'll be sure to not disturb you anymore." You apologize again, feeling like you probably ruined his routine.

'He really does look familiar'

-click-

You hear your own door open this time, turning to see your mom step out with a worried look on her face until she notices you standing away from her.

"O moj Bože, What is taking so long? Why are you just standing there?" Your mom steps out of your apartment, finally noticing the tall man standing in front of you. (Translation: oh my god)

"Sorry Mama, I tripped and woke him up, the thing is so damn heavy I dropped it twice." You motion to the man standing in front of you finally breaking eye contact with him

You hold onto the bed frame, bracing your shoulder against the side of it and sliding it down a little so it isn't blocking your door anymore.

"Oh we're sorry, please go back to bed we'll be sure to not bother you anymore." Your mom apologized for again you as she looked up at the man.

"Yeah- no it's ok, I wasn't even sleep. I- Do you guys need help?" He lied. He was asleep, having a nice dream too.

"Nonono- you don't have to do that we can figure it out ourselves, please don't let me bother you anymore." You look back up at him, giving him a small smile before turning to your mother.

"Amoya, maybe let the man help. My back is killing me anyway." Your mother looks back at the man smiling up at him. "I strained my back bringing these boxes up here, you wouldn't mind helping my daughter bring this one thing in would you"

Stepping next to you, your mom sly whispers to you. "He's cute" Sighing to yourself, you pinch the bridge of your nose

"No no, not at all." Dylan steps up grabbing onto the headboard. "It's just this right?"

You nod your head as you step to the other end to help him carry it inside as your mom holds the door open "Thank you, again I'm so sorry for waking you up."

You know you're apologizing a lot but you can't help it, you feel like an idiot.

"And again it's fine really." Noticing you stepping to the other end of the headboard "I got it, just hold the door for me, yeah?" Crouching down Dylan lifts the headboard from the middle letting it lean against his chest

'I- oh ok" You step back letting him carry it, stepping next to your mom you hold the door open, your mom stepping inside and out of the way.

Turning to the side Dylan steps into the apartment

"Second door to the left, you can set it against the wall" your mom instructs watching him effortlessly walk to the room. You follow closely behind.

Setting the headboard against the wall. Dylan stands up straight with a huff pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. You stood at the doorway, unintentionally gawking.

"Is there anything else I can help with" Turning to you, he takes a few steps toward you looking down at you.

"I- uh- no no, that's it. Please don't let me keep you any longer." Snapping out of your daze and breaking eye contact, you take a step back and to the side getting out of his way. “I’ll be sure to pay you back sometime soon”

Dylan nods with a smile stepping out of your room to the front door, your mother not far from it smiling to herself. Getting closer

‘I’ve definitely seen his face before’

You trail behind as he approaches the front door “I’m Dylan by the way, forgot to introduce myself” he spins around before stepping out of your apartment.

‘The name’s familiar too’

“Amoya, I’m Amoya.” You replied back meeting him at the door “I won’t apologize again cuz I’m sure it’s annoying but I promise I will pay you back.” Your mom steps next to you placing a hand on your shoulder

“You should let her cook for you sometime, you two could get acquainted with each other” Nudging you slightly she smiles back at Dylan pleased with her suggestion

“I’ll keep that in mind when thinking of my payment, I’ll uh- I’ll go now then” Stepping back to into the hall he gives a small wave before turning to his own apartment and steps inside.

You shut the door after seeing him shut his, turning to your mother who simply smiles back at you playing innocent as she walks into your living room. Sitting on a folded chair you had brought with you, she crosses her legs giving you a look you know well enough.

“I’ve already ruined my first introduction and apologized profusely like a babe who just stole some candy” You already knew what she was thinking; you usually do.

“I didn’t say anything Ini, Znam da misliš da je sladak” She smiles slyly standing up and walking into the kitchen to unpack spices. (Translation: I know you think he's cute)

Walking back into your bedroom, ignoring your mother’s comment you enter your room to set up your bed.

prev. - Ch.2 - Ch.3

Authors Note: Again I am so sorry, this took forever to come out, I wish this chapter was longer to make up for the amount of time it took to be published. I hope I haven't pissed anyone off, and that people are still interested in this story. I genuinely want to write this story, my life just gets really hectic sometimes and I lose the motivation. If you are reading this, Thank you for coming back, or if you weren't here when I uploaded the first chapter. Hi, thanks for checking this story out. This is nowhere near done which scares me a little, but fingers crossed it doesn't take me a lifetime to finish.

[p1a9u3]

PeepHole Ch.1: Moving Day

Masterpost Ch.1 - Ch.2 Pairing: Dylan Matthews x Fem Oc

Rating: 18+ (mdni)

Genre: Neighbors/Strangers to Lovers, Smut, Angst, Fluff, Slow-burn

Summary: Moving isn't as exciting as Amoya thought, plus she may have pissed off her new neighbor.

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: (This story takes place in 2024) Mental illness (anxiety, ocd), Violent intrusive thoughts, Language, Age gap (5years), Using phone while driving

Status: Unedited

Author note: This is the first fic that I've ever posted, I've written before but I've never finished anything and published it so don't tear me to shreds, please. I chose to make an oc instead of just writing as a reader mainly because I made a whole character in my head before I wrote this so I decided to just make her an oc, if you would like a post going more into this oc of mine feel free to ask (I might post it anyway because I like her), there is no smut in this chapter btw. Please give me feedback and suggestions, constructive criticism, etc. Don't be a bitch about it though...please. I'm thinking of making this a series POSSIBLY, but I procrastinate a lot so that may never happen. To my fellow troublemakers hopefully, I do Dylan justice and my writing is at least a little bit accurate to his personality. Still, to be fair I'm a fairly new troublemaker having only found out about this man a few weeks ago, so if something isn't accurate please correct me...politely. He's become my new hyper fixation so when I saw there aren't really any fics about him I decided I should make my own so here we are. Anyway with that being said Enjoy <3. Update: Dylan is barely in this chapter

Monday, February 26, 2024 Time: 8:30AM Moving out was less relieving than you thought it would be. Having been by your mother's side for almost all your life, you'd gotten comfortable always having someone around.

'You can't live with your parents forever'

People would remind you whenever the topic of anyone's living situation would be brought up. Being twenty-seven and still living with your mother wasn't something you wanted to keep telling people, no one would take you seriously. Though your mother never pushed for you to move out, never mentioned it actually. You think you know why. You never say anything though, so you deal with the slight embarrassment, and ignore the judgmental stares you get whenever someone brings it up.

'They don't know our relationship'

More excuses you make up to justify your obstinance; and to mask the anxiety you're feeling as finish up packing your U-Haul. You had finished packing your stuff from your shared apartment and were now finishing the few boxes you had in storage. Now in the elevator mustering up the strength to carry the last two boxes back down to the truck. Grabbing the lock you had left on the floor, you place it on top of one of the boxes and stack the box onto the second one, bending down and lifting with a soft grunt. Long strides carrying you to the elevator, you push the down button with your foot. The doors open soon after, you step inside setting the boxes down as you push the bottom floor and wait. Pushing off the wall as the doors open you pick up the boxes once again, you quickly load them up into the U-Haul before grabbing the padlock from on top of the box, and then heading to the front desk of the storage building.

"Here, the unit is clean and empty." You smile at the woman as she takes the lock and keys with a thank you.

Turning on your heels you walk back to your U-Haul giving everything a once-over before locking it all up, now turning your attention to the hitch attached to the back of the Truck where your precious car is hitched too. It was a black and cherry red 1993 Nissan 240SX with a red interior, you had seen it while driving with your mom past a repair shop when you were 25, back then it had no windshield or wheels. You won't lie and say you fixed it yourself but you did invest all the money you had at that time to fix it up and color it how you wanted; you still would say it was worth it. Checking the hitch and chains attached to the bottom of the car making sure everything was set and ready.

"Everything looks good?" Your mother said making you jump

"Yah! A warning ma, please! And yes everything looks good, I packed up the last two boxes and returned the keys and lock to the front desk while you were in the bathroom." You let out a breath calming your heart from the scare you just had, your mom snickering next to you. You turn to her rolling your eyes playfully as you walk to the front of the truck, your mom following behind you.

"Good, let's get on the road." Your mom hops into the passenger seat and rolls down the window. "I wanna get home by Wednesday."

You climb into the driver's seat, buckling your seatbelt then checking your mirrors. You two had agreed on driving to your new apartment, taking turns every 5 hours, once you got there she'd help you unload and unpack on Tuesday, and your mom would then fly back to New Orleans on Wednesday. The more you think about it the more you feel yourself panic a bit.

"Okay."

Time: 9:00AM Starting the car, you let out a breath putting the car in drive and pulling out of the parking lot of the storage building. You could tell your mom was trying to keep herself calm by the way she would rub her right thigh with her right hand, it was a nervous tick she passed down to you. Unfortunately, you were just as nervous, so you decided to turn on the playlist you and your mom made while eating the night before, mixes of all kinds of genres put into one playlist to keep you both entertained during the drive. Pulling off the main road and merging onto the freeway, you glance over to your mom to see her smiling wide looking back at you. She has that look in her eyes, you know it well.

"Its happening ma." You smile back at your mom then look back to the road

Your mother places her hand on your thigh, letting out a long sigh and a soft squeeze before returning it back to her own lap. You see her wipe a single tear from your peripheral; you don't acknowledge it. She'll start bawling the second you tell her not to cry. So you pretend not to see it and start singing along to Erykah Badu, your mom turns the music up a bit and starts singing along too. You smile to yourself as you glance out your side window, watching as familiar buildings pass by in a blur, You think you'll miss this place. No, you know you will, but a part of you is kinda excited, relieved almost. You've silently always longed to live on your own, but another part of you calls you selfish for even wanting that until now

'How could want to leave your mother'

You know it's normal to want to move out of your parent's home, every grown adult has to move out at some point, and twenty-seven is a perfectly normal age to do so, You wanted to move when you were twenty-four. Hell, some people live with their parents till they are far in their thirties.

'But you know your mother may need you right'

All your brothers have moved out, they are doing good on their own, and you're the only one left. It was only a matter of time; you tell yourself. Your mom will be fine, she's dating a new man who treats her great and takes care of her. Hell he tried to hire a moving crew to move all your stuff, but you wanted to do it yourself and your mom wasn't going to let you drive almost halfway across the country by yourself.

'you could've found a place closer to her you know'

Phoenix, Arizona. You chose Phenix simply because it was affordable for you and close to LA, your mom agreed it was a good choice. There is work in LA, California is just so expensive, so you chose the next best thing. The apartment is nice from what you saw as well, one bedroom, two baths with a study. It was perfect for you.

Time: 11:23AM The drive was going well so far, your mother eating a bag of chips she packed along with all the other snacks and drinks. You were eating a Honeybun, one of your favorite snacks, and drinking water. Your mom had turned off the music and started watching YouTube with mostly commentary so you could listen and drive, Right now a video was playing talking about some ice cream drama in North Dakota. Author note: if you watched this video featuring Dylan is in Trouble, I know it's technically in the future but I don't care, this is all fake anyway. You found it interesting and kinda funny, laughing every now and then when your mom would pause to add her opinion. About two-thirds of the way into the video you glance down at the screen, there are two guys now instead of one, and one of them is wearing glasses, you glance back down looking at the title of the video 'Insane Local Ice Cream Shop Drama (w/ Dylan Is In Trouble)' You made a mental note of the second guy's name for later, his voice was nice you told yourself, he was also fine as fuck. You leaned your seat back as far as it would go, which wasn't very far, getting comfortable. You still have two more hours left to drive.

Time: 12:35PM Your mom had fallen asleep about ten minutes ago, YouTube was still playing, The next video had been the same guy as before. You looked down for a second, looking at the title of the video that had been playing for about fifteen minutes. 'Guessing Finales After ONE Episode (ft. Dylan Is In Trouble)' You smile to yourself a bit recognizing the name at the end of the title, you let the video play just listening to the guy talk for ten more minutes. You caught yourself smiling again when you recognized the second guy's voice as he joined in for the rest of the video, you took a sip of your water glancing down at the video, seeing him pop on screen whenever he had something to say

"he's funny." You mutter to yourself quietly, thinking out loud.

The video had ended and your lips fell back into their original position, as an ad played before the next queued-up video, you looked down at your GPS. 1322 miles to go; you let out a sigh.

'200 miles closer to leaving you mom'

She was helping you unpack, so you technically wouldn't be leaving her really. If anything she was leaving you since she had to fly back home. You prop your left elbow on the open window, your left hand holding the steering wheel, and your right hand comes down to your thigh, rubbing small circles back and forth.

'What happens if Devon goes back home'

Your oldest brother Devon was working at a mental facility. He was on his medication and was doing good, he managed to get a job there and has been making decent money. He was doing fine, He is doing fine.

'What if he stops taking his medication again.'

They will keep tabs on him, they know his habits, his symptoms, He is fine.

'Has another episode and gets out'

That wouldn't happen. He's fine

'He'll be there when mom gets back'

No.

"Hes gonna ki-'

-beep! beep! beep!-

Time: 2:00PM Your mom's alarm goes off, making you jump a bit. Reaching over to turn it off, your mom moans a bit as she wakes up from her short nap, stretching her arms a bit as she yawns.

"Jeste li spremni za promjenu." she yawns out, going for a sip of her water ( translation: Are you ready to switch)

Your mother's Croatian tends to slip when she's just woken up, or delirious. You nod your head looking at the next exit sign to find a gas station, spotting a Love's off the side of the freeway. Slipping off the freeway you pull up to the gas station before parking next to a pump.

"Bathroom?" You look over at your mom, she nods, unbuckling her seatbelt and hopping out of the truck, you do the same.

You both enter opposing stalls to relieve yourselves of all the water you had been drinking, washing your hands after. Your mother heads back to the truck to pump the gas as you browse the aisles for any extra snacks, spotting a honeybun you instinctively grab one, then two, and head to the cashier. You place your honeybuns on the counter and then look up at the cashier who seems to be invested in something on her phone, she wasn't wearing headphones phone volume at maybe thirty percent, you could hear what she was watching. You recognize the voice, the cashier finally looks up from her phone quickly apologizing for not paying attention.

"Oh I'm so sorry, will this be all" She quickly rings up the two honeybuns.

"No you're fine, that'll be it actually." You dismissively wave your hand pulling out your wallet to pay.

Looking down you notice her phone, she had put it on the counter, and the video on it had been paused but on the screen was that guy again, though it seemed to be a video of his own this time. You pull out some cash and hand it to the young woman behind the counter, she takes the cash, counts it, and then goes to get your change.

"No, it's fine, keep the change" Flashing a smile then grabbing your honeybuns you take another glance at the women's screen before it turns off from being left alone for too long.

Opening the passenger seat door, you climb into the seat buckling yourself in. Pulling out of the gas station your mom pulls off back onto the freeway continuing your journey. You pull out the bag you had brought for little activities, pulling out your book of choice. You had splurged at a Barnes and Noble a few weeks before you began packing, picking up a bunch of books you had either heard good things about or had been wanting to read. Red Rising was one of the books, it was also the one you were currently holding.

"I'm gonna put my headphones on, so you can listen to whatever you want." You tell your mom as you put your headphones on and pull out your phone.

You had gotten the book on Audible a while back and wanted to read and listen at the same time. Pressing play you turn to the first chapter and begin reading as the narrator spoke. Your mom seemed to have put music on, you could feel the bass as she turned up the volume and began singing along.

Time: 10:56PM Hours had passed, it was your turn now with two hours left till your next switch. Your mother was knocked out, lightly snoring as you drove in silence, you had stopped reading once you had switched. You also decide to put off reading it until you were moved in, the book had grabbed your attention, so much so, that you wanted to be able to focus on it solely; so you chose to wait. You had a couple hundred miles left to go and things were sinking in more as you drove silently. Your mind doing its usual thing, making you worry about things that most likely won't happen, even if it did, you know it wouldn't be your fault. You couldn't help but think maybe it would be though, it was a dumb thought but you couldn't help it

'What was that guys name again'

Your brain blanked for a second, random but ok, your brain goes back to the YouTube video your mom had been watching, that cashier was watching him as well. Dylan is in Trouble, you wonder what kind of videos he makes, most likely commentary. You pull your phone out glancing down and go to YouTube, you use the voice to text and hold your phone up to your mouth.

"Dylan is in trouble"

You press search, going back and forth between looking at your phone and watching the road. You look down to find his channel, press his icon, and scroll through some of his videos. Movie commentary is what you mostly see, occasionally you'd spot something different, you decided you'd dive into his channel later when you weren't driving.

Time: 5:00AM You were in the driver's seat, you had let your mom sleep more after she had been driving for about three hours. She was up now though, you could tell things were starting to catch up to her again. She was fidgeting a lot more now, well so were you, she looked very tense. She helped you find this apartment, but you assume she wants to see the neighborhood for herself, in person, wants to see how good the security is and what the neighbors are like. It's only natural, she's a mother and her only daughter is moving twenty hours away from her. You look down at your phone, your GPS says you are pulling up now, you look around the area, it was very nice, wasn't too far from the city. You spot the complex to the left, it was pretty big with multiple sections with apartments, you were building three, kind of in the middle of everything. You pull into the complex parking in front of the leasing office to speak to your landlord and to get your keys, your mom comes with you of course, sizing everything up.

"Hi welcome to Arts District Apartments, it's Amaya correct, my name is George?" An old-looking man stands from his desk, his hand reaching out to shake yours

"Thank you, George, it's Amoya actually" You reach out and shake his hand with a smile.

You two talk a bit about the complex and its rules etc. Your mom chimed in every now and then to ask her questions. Before you know it you're unloading the truck into your new apartment, you're realizing now that you didn't have as much stuff as you thought. The last thing you had left was your bed, you and your mom had been doing well with just the two of you, but after you two had gotten the mattress inside your mother's back began to bother her. Now you had your bed frame, you told your mom to relax for now and that you could get the frame up yourself. Partial lie, you previously took apart the bed frame and so there were mainly long pieces that weren't too heavy except the backboard, that thing was heavy as fuck, luckily you had a dolly at the storage building to help you carry it out, but now you have to carry it to the elevator and down the hall. You managed to get it down from the truck, and from there you lifted it and sped walked to the elevator, almost dropping the bed frame on your foot as you set it down to push the button. The doors had closed on you twice as you tried to pick the frame back up and lift it into the elevator, but alas you made it, now on the third floor and outside the elevator. You took pride in your body, you considered yourself strong, regularly went to the gym, and you would say your legs were the strongest part of your body, with that being said, you tried to make as little noise as possible since it was still early in the morning, you lost your footing. You were almost there, your door being right in front of you; but you fell. Landing on the door behind you hitting your head with a very loud thud.

"Bumbo." You whisper yelled at yourself in Jamaican as you set the frame down and leaned off of the door. (translation: Fuck)

Holding the frame upright you walk around it reaching for your door, the frame slipping from your fingers and falling against your neighbor's door again. You prayed that your new neighbor was either a very deep sleeper or wasn't home right now, though maybe you didn't pray hard enough. You lift the bed frame from your neighbor's door, getting your phone to get your mom to hold the door open for you so you can slide it the rest of the way inside. Stopping, you hear the door behind you click open. Your bed frame blocked your view of whoever had stepped out, but you could hear him.

Ch.1 - Ch.2

Updated Author note: Hopefully this was an enjoyable first chapter or part. The apartment is just a random apartment complex I saw on Zillow, everything in this is all fictional besides the YouTube videos and things that are obviously real. Anyway, I have decided to make this a series, I've gone into too much detail on little things like Amoya's intrusive thoughts and all that, and it'd be a waste to shorten and delete half of what I put and speed through everything, Amoya's intrusive thoughts and anxiety is a trait I added from myself, so you'll notice a lot of internal thinking and scenarios she makes up in her head. Hopefully, the idea is as cool as what I thought of in my head. If this does well, I will upload the other chapters one after the other, If it does bad I'll just delete everything, but please be patient I procrastinate a lot and I want the writing to be good. Please be honest and let me know how you all feel about this, if you like the writing, the main character, the pacing, the storyline, length, anything, and everything, I need criticism but don't be a bitch about it.

[p1a9u3]

Hello 👋,

I hope this message finds you well. My name is Aziz, and I’m reaching out with a heartfelt plea to help my family find safety and reunite with our mother. 😞

The ongoing war in Gaza has torn my family apart. My mother and newborn sister are stranded in Egypt, while I, along with the rest of my sex family members, am trapped in the midst of the genocide in Gaza. We have not only been separated but have also lost our home and are enduring unimaginable hardships. 💔

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It truly breaks my heart to hear this. I hope you and your family are okay and that you all can see each other again soon. I’m not popular on here by any means but to anyone who follows me, or just comes across this post, I hope you can find it in your heart to donate or share this post and spread the word to those who can.

[eddaawrites]

babes i’m new here and i need to know if there is any Dylan is in trouble fics on here? idc if it’s small or a literal series. i need him.

Hii! The only one i’ve seen on here is the ‘Peephole’ series by @p1a9u3.

It’s ongoing but I’m already obsessed!!

[p1a9u3]

I’m glad you enjoy my story

Thank you to everyone who has been reading, liking, even following I genuinely didn’t think this story would gain any sort of traction small or big, but I am very pleased with the small community I have found that enjoy my writing

Again. Thank you so much for enjoying my story luckily my internet is back on so chapter three will be out soon🙂‍↕️

[p1a9u3]

Update on PeepHole

I am trying to get these chapters out but my internet has been out since the beginning of August so I’ve been dealing with that. It’s very difficult to edit and write with no internet since I’ve been writing this story on my 14+ year old Mac book lol so getting shit done with no internet is just not happening. I’ve gotten some work done a few weeks ago before my phone turned off and I could use my hotspot but that’s off too now, but I’m writing this on my phone with someone else’s hotspot. I just thought I should put out a little update for those who care and want to know what’s going on.

PEEPHOLE WILL PREVAIL THROUGH THESE TRYING TIMES

(it’s just take much longer that I thought it would)

[p1a9u3]

PeepHole Ch.1: Moving Day

Masterpost Ch.1 - Ch.2 Pairing: Dylan Matthews x Fem Oc

Rating: 18+ (mdni)

Genre: Neighbors/Strangers to Lovers, Smut, Angst, Fluff, Slow-burn

Summary: Moving isn't as exciting as Amoya thought, plus she may have pissed off her new neighbor.

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: (This story takes place in 2024) Mental illness (anxiety, ocd), Violent intrusive thoughts, Language, Age gap (5years), Using phone while driving

Status: Unedited

Author note: This is the first fic that I've ever posted, I've written before but I've never finished anything and published it so don't tear me to shreds, please. I chose to make an oc instead of just writing as a reader mainly because I made a whole character in my head before I wrote this so I decided to just make her an oc, if you would like a post going more into this oc of mine feel free to ask (I might post it anyway because I like her), there is no smut in this chapter btw. Please give me feedback and suggestions, constructive criticism, etc. Don't be a bitch about it though...please. I'm thinking of making this a series POSSIBLY, but I procrastinate a lot so that may never happen. To my fellow troublemakers hopefully, I do Dylan justice and my writing is at least a little bit accurate to his personality. Still, to be fair I'm a fairly new troublemaker having only found out about this man a few weeks ago, so if something isn't accurate please correct me...politely. He's become my new hyper fixation so when I saw there aren't really any fics about him I decided I should make my own so here we are. Anyway with that being said Enjoy <3. Update: Dylan is barely in this chapter

Monday, February 26, 2024 Time: 8:30AM Moving out was less relieving than you thought it would be. Having been by your mother's side for almost all your life, you'd gotten comfortable always having someone around.

'You can't live with your parents forever'

People would remind you whenever the topic of anyone's living situation would be brought up. Being twenty-seven and still living with your mother wasn't something you wanted to keep telling people, no one would take you seriously. Though your mother never pushed for you to move out, never mentioned it actually. You think you know why. You never say anything though, so you deal with the slight embarrassment, and ignore the judgmental stares you get whenever someone brings it up.

'They don't know our relationship'

More excuses you make up to justify your obstinance; and to mask the anxiety you're feeling as finish up packing your U-Haul. You had finished packing your stuff from your shared apartment and were now finishing the few boxes you had in storage. Now in the elevator mustering up the strength to carry the last two boxes back down to the truck. Grabbing the lock you had left on the floor, you place it on top of one of the boxes and stack the box onto the second one, bending down and lifting with a soft grunt. Long strides carrying you to the elevator, you push the down button with your foot. The doors open soon after, you step inside setting the boxes down as you push the bottom floor and wait. Pushing off the wall as the doors open you pick up the boxes once again, you quickly load them up into the U-Haul before grabbing the padlock from on top of the box, and then heading to the front desk of the storage building.

"Here, the unit is clean and empty." You smile at the woman as she takes the lock and keys with a thank you.

Turning on your heels you walk back to your U-Haul giving everything a once-over before locking it all up, now turning your attention to the hitch attached to the back of the Truck where your precious car is hitched too. It was a black and cherry red 1993 Nissan 240SX with a red interior, you had seen it while driving with your mom past a repair shop when you were 25, back then it had no windshield or wheels. You won't lie and say you fixed it yourself but you did invest all the money you had at that time to fix it up and color it how you wanted; you still would say it was worth it. Checking the hitch and chains attached to the bottom of the car making sure everything was set and ready.

"Everything looks good?" Your mother said making you jump

"Yah! A warning ma, please! And yes everything looks good, I packed up the last two boxes and returned the keys and lock to the front desk while you were in the bathroom." You let out a breath calming your heart from the scare you just had, your mom snickering next to you. You turn to her rolling your eyes playfully as you walk to the front of the truck, your mom following behind you.

"Good, let's get on the road." Your mom hops into the passenger seat and rolls down the window. "I wanna get home by Wednesday."

You climb into the driver's seat, buckling your seatbelt then checking your mirrors. You two had agreed on driving to your new apartment, taking turns every 5 hours, once you got there she'd help you unload and unpack on Tuesday, and your mom would then fly back to New Orleans on Wednesday. The more you think about it the more you feel yourself panic a bit.

"Okay."

Time: 9:00AM Starting the car, you let out a breath putting the car in drive and pulling out of the parking lot of the storage building. You could tell your mom was trying to keep herself calm by the way she would rub her right thigh with her right hand, it was a nervous tick she passed down to you. Unfortunately, you were just as nervous, so you decided to turn on the playlist you and your mom made while eating the night before, mixes of all kinds of genres put into one playlist to keep you both entertained during the drive. Pulling off the main road and merging onto the freeway, you glance over to your mom to see her smiling wide looking back at you. She has that look in her eyes, you know it well.

"Its happening ma." You smile back at your mom then look back to the road

Your mother places her hand on your thigh, letting out a long sigh and a soft squeeze before returning it back to her own lap. You see her wipe a single tear from your peripheral; you don't acknowledge it. She'll start bawling the second you tell her not to cry. So you pretend not to see it and start singing along to Erykah Badu, your mom turns the music up a bit and starts singing along too. You smile to yourself as you glance out your side window, watching as familiar buildings pass by in a blur, You think you'll miss this place. No, you know you will, but a part of you is kinda excited, relieved almost. You've silently always longed to live on your own, but another part of you calls you selfish for even wanting that until now

'How could want to leave your mother'

You know it's normal to want to move out of your parent's home, every grown adult has to move out at some point, and twenty-seven is a perfectly normal age to do so, You wanted to move when you were twenty-four. Hell, some people live with their parents till they are far in their thirties.

'But you know your mother may need you right'

All your brothers have moved out, they are doing good on their own, and you're the only one left. It was only a matter of time; you tell yourself. Your mom will be fine, she's dating a new man who treats her great and takes care of her. Hell he tried to hire a moving crew to move all your stuff, but you wanted to do it yourself and your mom wasn't going to let you drive almost halfway across the country by yourself.

'you could've found a place closer to her you know'

Phoenix, Arizona. You chose Phenix simply because it was affordable for you and close to LA, your mom agreed it was a good choice. There is work in LA, California is just so expensive, so you chose the next best thing. The apartment is nice from what you saw as well, one bedroom, two baths with a study. It was perfect for you.

Time: 11:23AM The drive was going well so far, your mother eating a bag of chips she packed along with all the other snacks and drinks. You were eating a Honeybun, one of your favorite snacks, and drinking water. Your mom had turned off the music and started watching YouTube with mostly commentary so you could listen and drive, Right now a video was playing talking about some ice cream drama in North Dakota. Author note: if you watched this video featuring Dylan is in Trouble, I know it's technically in the future but I don't care, this is all fake anyway. You found it interesting and kinda funny, laughing every now and then when your mom would pause to add her opinion. About two-thirds of the way into the video you glance down at the screen, there are two guys now instead of one, and one of them is wearing glasses, you glance back down looking at the title of the video 'Insane Local Ice Cream Shop Drama (w/ Dylan Is In Trouble)' You made a mental note of the second guy's name for later, his voice was nice you told yourself, he was also fine as fuck. You leaned your seat back as far as it would go, which wasn't very far, getting comfortable. You still have two more hours left to drive.

Time: 12:35PM Your mom had fallen asleep about ten minutes ago, YouTube was still playing, The next video had been the same guy as before. You looked down for a second, looking at the title of the video that had been playing for about fifteen minutes. 'Guessing Finales After ONE Episode (ft. Dylan Is In Trouble)' You smile to yourself a bit recognizing the name at the end of the title, you let the video play just listening to the guy talk for ten more minutes. You caught yourself smiling again when you recognized the second guy's voice as he joined in for the rest of the video, you took a sip of your water glancing down at the video, seeing him pop on screen whenever he had something to say

"he's funny." You mutter to yourself quietly, thinking out loud.

The video had ended and your lips fell back into their original position, as an ad played before the next queued-up video, you looked down at your GPS. 1322 miles to go; you let out a sigh.

'200 miles closer to leaving you mom'

She was helping you unpack, so you technically wouldn't be leaving her really. If anything she was leaving you since she had to fly back home. You prop your left elbow on the open window, your left hand holding the steering wheel, and your right hand comes down to your thigh, rubbing small circles back and forth.

'What happens if Devon goes back home'

Your oldest brother Devon was working at a mental facility. He was on his medication and was doing good, he managed to get a job there and has been making decent money. He was doing fine, He is doing fine.

'What if he stops taking his medication again.'

They will keep tabs on him, they know his habits, his symptoms, He is fine.

'Has another episode and gets out'

That wouldn't happen. He's fine

'He'll be there when mom gets back'

No.

"Hes gonna ki-'

-beep! beep! beep!-

Time: 2:00PM Your mom's alarm goes off, making you jump a bit. Reaching over to turn it off, your mom moans a bit as she wakes up from her short nap, stretching her arms a bit as she yawns.

"Jeste li spremni za promjenu." she yawns out, going for a sip of her water ( translation: Are you ready to switch)

Your mother's Croatian tends to slip when she's just woken up, or delirious. You nod your head looking at the next exit sign to find a gas station, spotting a Love's off the side of the freeway. Slipping off the freeway you pull up to the gas station before parking next to a pump.

"Bathroom?" You look over at your mom, she nods, unbuckling her seatbelt and hopping out of the truck, you do the same.

You both enter opposing stalls to relieve yourselves of all the water you had been drinking, washing your hands after. Your mother heads back to the truck to pump the gas as you browse the aisles for any extra snacks, spotting a honeybun you instinctively grab one, then two, and head to the cashier. You place your honeybuns on the counter and then look up at the cashier who seems to be invested in something on her phone, she wasn't wearing headphones phone volume at maybe thirty percent, you could hear what she was watching. You recognize the voice, the cashier finally looks up from her phone quickly apologizing for not paying attention.

"Oh I'm so sorry, will this be all" She quickly rings up the two honeybuns.

"No you're fine, that'll be it actually." You dismissively wave your hand pulling out your wallet to pay.

Looking down you notice her phone, she had put it on the counter, and the video on it had been paused but on the screen was that guy again, though it seemed to be a video of his own this time. You pull out some cash and hand it to the young woman behind the counter, she takes the cash, counts it, and then goes to get your change.

"No, it's fine, keep the change" Flashing a smile then grabbing your honeybuns you take another glance at the women's screen before it turns off from being left alone for too long.

Opening the passenger seat door, you climb into the seat buckling yourself in. Pulling out of the gas station your mom pulls off back onto the freeway continuing your journey. You pull out the bag you had brought for little activities, pulling out your book of choice. You had splurged at a Barnes and Noble a few weeks before you began packing, picking up a bunch of books you had either heard good things about or had been wanting to read. Red Rising was one of the books, it was also the one you were currently holding.

"I'm gonna put my headphones on, so you can listen to whatever you want." You tell your mom as you put your headphones on and pull out your phone.

You had gotten the book on Audible a while back and wanted to read and listen at the same time. Pressing play you turn to the first chapter and begin reading as the narrator spoke. Your mom seemed to have put music on, you could feel the bass as she turned up the volume and began singing along.

Time: 10:56PM Hours had passed, it was your turn now with two hours left till your next switch. Your mother was knocked out, lightly snoring as you drove in silence, you had stopped reading once you had switched. You also decide to put off reading it until you were moved in, the book had grabbed your attention, so much so, that you wanted to be able to focus on it solely; so you chose to wait. You had a couple hundred miles left to go and things were sinking in more as you drove silently. Your mind doing its usual thing, making you worry about things that most likely won't happen, even if it did, you know it wouldn't be your fault. You couldn't help but think maybe it would be though, it was a dumb thought but you couldn't help it

'What was that guys name again'

Your brain blanked for a second, random but ok, your brain goes back to the YouTube video your mom had been watching, that cashier was watching him as well. Dylan is in Trouble, you wonder what kind of videos he makes, most likely commentary. You pull your phone out glancing down and go to YouTube, you use the voice to text and hold your phone up to your mouth.

"Dylan is in trouble"

You press search, going back and forth between looking at your phone and watching the road. You look down to find his channel, press his icon, and scroll through some of his videos. Movie commentary is what you mostly see, occasionally you'd spot something different, you decided you'd dive into his channel later when you weren't driving.

Time: 5:00AM You were in the driver's seat, you had let your mom sleep more after she had been driving for about three hours. She was up now though, you could tell things were starting to catch up to her again. She was fidgeting a lot more now, well so were you, she looked very tense. She helped you find this apartment, but you assume she wants to see the neighborhood for herself, in person, wants to see how good the security is and what the neighbors are like. It's only natural, she's a mother and her only daughter is moving twenty hours away from her. You look down at your phone, your GPS says you are pulling up now, you look around the area, it was very nice, wasn't too far from the city. You spot the complex to the left, it was pretty big with multiple sections with apartments, you were building three, kind of in the middle of everything. You pull into the complex parking in front of the leasing office to speak to your landlord and to get your keys, your mom comes with you of course, sizing everything up.

"Hi welcome to Arts District Apartments, it's Amaya correct, my name is George?" An old-looking man stands from his desk, his hand reaching out to shake yours

"Thank you, George, it's Amoya actually" You reach out and shake his hand with a smile.

You two talk a bit about the complex and its rules etc. Your mom chimed in every now and then to ask her questions. Before you know it you're unloading the truck into your new apartment, you're realizing now that you didn't have as much stuff as you thought. The last thing you had left was your bed, you and your mom had been doing well with just the two of you, but after you two had gotten the mattress inside your mother's back began to bother her. Now you had your bed frame, you told your mom to relax for now and that you could get the frame up yourself. Partial lie, you previously took apart the bed frame and so there were mainly long pieces that weren't too heavy except the backboard, that thing was heavy as fuck, luckily you had a dolly at the storage building to help you carry it out, but now you have to carry it to the elevator and down the hall. You managed to get it down from the truck, and from there you lifted it and sped walked to the elevator, almost dropping the bed frame on your foot as you set it down to push the button. The doors had closed on you twice as you tried to pick the frame back up and lift it into the elevator, but alas you made it, now on the third floor and outside the elevator. You took pride in your body, you considered yourself strong, regularly went to the gym, and you would say your legs were the strongest part of your body, with that being said, you tried to make as little noise as possible since it was still early in the morning, you lost your footing. You were almost there, your door being right in front of you; but you fell. Landing on the door behind you hitting your head with a very loud thud.

"Bumbo." You whisper yelled at yourself in Jamaican as you set the frame down and leaned off of the door. (translation: Fuck)

Holding the frame upright you walk around it reaching for your door, the frame slipping from your fingers and falling against your neighbor's door again. You prayed that your new neighbor was either a very deep sleeper or wasn't home right now, though maybe you didn't pray hard enough. You lift the bed frame from your neighbor's door, getting your phone to get your mom to hold the door open for you so you can slide it the rest of the way inside. Stopping, you hear the door behind you click open. Your bed frame blocked your view of whoever had stepped out, but you could hear him.

Ch.1 - Ch.2

Updated Author note: Hopefully this was an enjoyable first chapter or part. The apartment is just a random apartment complex I saw on Zillow, everything in this is all fictional besides the YouTube videos and things that are obviously real. Anyway, I have decided to make this a series, I've gone into too much detail on little things like Amoya's intrusive thoughts and all that, and it'd be a waste to shorten and delete half of what I put and speed through everything, Amoya's intrusive thoughts and anxiety is a trait I added from myself, so you'll notice a lot of internal thinking and scenarios she makes up in her head. Hopefully, the idea is as cool as what I thought of in my head. If this does well, I will upload the other chapters one after the other, If it does bad I'll just delete everything, but please be patient I procrastinate a lot and I want the writing to be good. Please be honest and let me know how you all feel about this, if you like the writing, the main character, the pacing, the storyline, length, anything, and everything, I need criticism but don't be a bitch about it.

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PeepHole Ch2: Disturbances

Masterpost Ch.2 - Ch.3 Pairing: Dylan Matthews x Fem Oc

Rating: 18+ (mdni)

Genre: Neighbors/Strangers to Lovers, Smut, Angst, Fluff, Slow-burn

Summary: First impressions are always important, luckily Amoya didn't fuck her's up...right?

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: (This story takes place in 2024) Mental illness (anxiety, OCD), Language, Age gap (5 years), nothing really happens in this chapter.

Status: Unedited

Authors Note: I am so sorry, this took forever to come out, it's not even a long chapter. There happened to be a lot of shit wanting to happen as I was trying to finish this chapter, so things got pushed back. I will try my best to not be so lazy and get shit written and posted in a timely manner, but for now, here is the second chapter, I hope you enjoy

"Hello?"

You silently cursed yourself for waking up your neighbor at six in the morning. You step to the side to apologize profusely. Looking up from the floor your eyes trail up seeing black socks, grey sweatpants, a plain white t-shirt, finally reaching his face to see round glasses and messy hair.

'He looks familiar'

"I am so sorry I didn't mean to wake you I just tripped and this thing is really heavy, I hope I didn't damage your door, I'm sorry if I did and I'm sorry for waking you again." You spewed out

Dylans POV- Tuesday, February 27, 2024 Time: 5:57AM In a deep sleep, Dylan rolled onto his side, dreaming of himself as a best-selling author. He signed books for his fans, gave speeches about how his book was several years in the making, and how happy he was that his fans stayed long enough to see it finished.

-thump!-

Dylan jolted up from his sleep, looking around his room, thinking maybe someone was trying to break in,

"The fuck?" He sits up straight letting his eyes adjust to the dark and looks around the room, not seeing anything.

Or maybe it was in his head. Laying his head back onto his pillow, he closed his eyes slowly falling back to sleep.

-thump!-

Dylan's eyes shoot back open, grabbing his glasses from beside his bed and turning on his side lamp, he looks around his room. Getting out of bed and exiting his room, he quickly and quietly searches around his apartment. Not seeing anything out of order, he silently steps to his front door to look out the peephole. Seeing what looked like a large wall instead of the door that faced his, he also saw fingers wrapped around the side facing him. Letting out a sigh he opens the door

"Hello?" placing his right hand on the door frame and holding the door open with his left, waiting for a reply from the person who woke him from his dream.

Dylan wasn't really the type to get all flustered over a pretty girl, he'd acknowledge a good-looking face but then move on. But he couldn't help himself, you were gorgeous, he almost forgot why he was standing there in the first place until he heard your voice.

"I am so sorry I didn't mean to wake you I just- I tripped and this thing is really heavy, I didn't damage your door- I hope I didn't, I'm sorry if I did and I'm sorry for waking you again." You spewed out, fumbling over your words.

Why did he think that was kind of cute? He's gonna blame it on the fact that he just woke up and is still delirious, he didn't notice how your eyes slowly dragged up his body before, too busy dragging his own eyes over your body. When his eyes finally met yours the first thing he thought of was a siren, not one of those magical mermaids, but a siren, the ones who sing to sailors and drag them to their deaths and eat away at their drowned bodies. He's not going to lie to himself, he definitely thinks it's sexy, your eyes included. If he wasn't supposed to formulate a response to you he'd just keep staring, but he's been staring for too long.

"Ahem- You're fine- it's fine, you're good. Are you ok, that was pretty loud, did you hurt yourself?" If he could slap himself right now he would for sounding so stupid. -End of Dylan's POV

"I'm good, just hit my head a little, again I'm really sorry. You can go back to sleep, I'll be sure to not disturb you anymore." You apologize again, feeling like you probably ruined his routine.

'He really does look familiar'

-click-

You hear your own door open this time, turning to see your mom step out with a worried look on her face until she notices you standing away from her.

"O moj Bože, What is taking so long? Why are you just standing there?" Your mom steps out of your apartment, finally noticing the tall man standing in front of you. (Translation: oh my god)

"Sorry Mama, I tripped and woke him up, the thing is so damn heavy I dropped it twice." You motion to the man standing in front of you finally breaking eye contact with him

You hold onto the bed frame, bracing your shoulder against the side of it and sliding it down a little so it isn't blocking your door anymore.

"Oh we're sorry, please go back to bed we'll be sure to not bother you anymore." Your mom apologized for again you as she looked up at the man.

"Yeah- no it's ok, I wasn't even sleep. I- Do you guys need help?" He lied. He was asleep, having a nice dream too.

"Nonono- you don't have to do that we can figure it out ourselves, please don't let me bother you anymore." You look back up at him, giving him a small smile before turning to your mother.

"Amoya, maybe let the man help. My back is killing me anyway." Your mother looks back at the man smiling up at him. "I strained my back bringing these boxes up here, you wouldn't mind helping my daughter bring this one thing in would you"

Stepping next to you, your mom sly whispers to you. "He's cute" Sighing to yourself, you pinch the bridge of your nose

"No no, not at all." Dylan steps up grabbing onto the headboard. "It's just this right?"

You nod your head as you step to the other end to help him carry it inside as your mom holds the door open "Thank you, again I'm so sorry for waking you up."

You know you're apologizing a lot but you can't help it, you feel like an idiot.

"And again it's fine really." Noticing you stepping to the other end of the headboard "I got it, just hold the door for me, yeah?" Crouching down Dylan lifts the headboard from the middle letting it lean against his chest

'I- oh ok" You step back letting him carry it, stepping next to your mom you hold the door open, your mom stepping inside and out of the way.

Turning to the side Dylan steps into the apartment

"Second door to the left, you can set it against the wall" your mom instructs watching him effortlessly walk to the room. You follow closely behind.

Setting the headboard against the wall. Dylan stands up straight with a huff pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. You stood at the doorway, unintentionally gawking.

"Is there anything else I can help with" Turning to you, he takes a few steps toward you looking down at you.

"I- uh- no no, that's it. Please don't let me keep you any longer." Snapping out of your daze and breaking eye contact, you take a step back and to the side getting out of his way. “I’ll be sure to pay you back sometime soon”

Dylan nods with a smile stepping out of your room to the front door, your mother not far from it smiling to herself. Getting closer

‘I’ve definitely seen his face before’

You trail behind as he approaches the front door “I’m Dylan by the way, forgot to introduce myself” he spins around before stepping out of your apartment.

‘The name’s familiar too’

“Amoya, I’m Amoya.” You replied back meeting him at the door “I won’t apologize again cuz I’m sure it’s annoying but I promise I will pay you back.” Your mom steps next to you placing a hand on your shoulder

“You should let her cook for you sometime, you two could get acquainted with each other” Nudging you slightly she smiles back at Dylan pleased with her suggestion

“I’ll keep that in mind when thinking of my payment, I’ll uh- I’ll go now then” Stepping back to into the hall he gives a small wave before turning to his own apartment and steps inside.

You shut the door after seeing him shut his, turning to your mother who simply smiles back at you playing innocent as she walks into your living room. Sitting on a folded chair you had brought with you, she crosses her legs giving you a look you know well enough.

“I’ve already ruined my first introduction and apologized profusely like a babe who just stole some candy” You already knew what she was thinking; you usually do.

“I didn’t say anything Ini, Znam da misliš da je sladak” She smiles slyly standing up and walking into the kitchen to unpack spices. (Translation: I know you think he's cute)

Walking back into your bedroom, ignoring your mother’s comment you enter your room to set up your bed.

prev. - Ch.2 - Ch.3

Authors Note: Again I am so sorry, this took forever to come out, I wish this chapter was longer to make up for the amount of time it took to be published. I hope I haven't pissed anyone off, and that people are still interested in this story. I genuinely want to write this story, my life just gets really hectic sometimes and I lose the motivation. If you are reading this, Thank you for coming back, or if you weren't here when I uploaded the first chapter. Hi, thanks for checking this story out. This is nowhere near done which scares me a little, but fingers crossed it doesn't take me a lifetime to finish.

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Amoya Lucia Ini Shaw

My first OC (for PeepHole)This beautiful woman you can find on insta @dojahenshaw

Full name: Amoya Lucia Ini Shaw Nicknames: -Ini (pronounced: Ee · Knee) - Ini is one of her middle names her mother, aunties, and uncles call her by, this was Amoy's grandmother's name. -Luce (pronounced: Loo · S) Luce is a nickname given to her by her brothers, some of her friends use it as well. -Moya (pronounced: Moe · Yah) Moya is a nickname her father gave her when she was little and it stuck, he's the only one who calls her this. -Ren (pronounced: R · Eh · N) This nickname is given to her by Dylan, short for siren, He says she has siren eyes hence the nickname (he thinks they're sexy)

Sex: Female Age: 27 (28) Date of Birth: 1996, July 13 Height: 5,11 Ethnicity: Jamaican, Creol, and Croatian Sexuality: Straight Occupation: Model

Languages: Fluent in English and Jamaican/Patois (Patwa), semi-fluent in French and Croatian Accents: Jamaican (slightly faded overtime but still noticeable) Personality: Amoya is quiet and observant, often people-watching. Her reserved demeanor and RBF (resting bitch face) lead others to mistakenly think she is judgmental. However, once people get past her initial coldness, they find she is friendly and can converse for hours on the right topics. Amoya has a dark sense of humor and a deadpan delivery that can throw people off, making her repeat that she’s joking. Her sarcasm and quick temper can also make it challenging for others to get to know her, so she often uses headphones to calm herself with music, when music is unavailable she tends to go quiet only responding when necessary to keep herself in check. Amoya is very selective about what interests her, and when something does, she becomes intensely focused on it. Despite her tough exterior, she is ultimately kind, loyal, understanding, and reliable. Amoya grew up doing what she was told to avoid unwanted attention, this showed up in her adult years as she avoided conflict at almost all costs when it came to herself. Not wanting to be a burden on others or make others' lives hard she tries to deal with things on her own and avoids asking for help. Brief Background: Amoya was born in Negril, Jamaica, and lived there with her parents and three older brothers until she was 12. When she was 10, her mother divorced her abusive father and gained full custody of Amoya and her brothers. They moved to New Orleans, where her mother worked as a hair and makeup artist. Frequently accompanying her mother on set, Amoya was introduced to the world of modeling and sometimes served as a model herself. This exposure sparked her passion for modeling, which eventually became her career. Struggles: Amoya struggles with OCD, anxiety, and depression. She began treatment at 15 and was prescribed medication for her depression, but she stopped taking it a few months later, feeling it was no longer necessary. She continues to deal with intrusive thoughts, OCD, and anxiety daily.

Likes

-Reading -Music -Modeling -Anime -Video games -Photography -Dancing -Movie watching -Beaches -Swimming -Animals -Sleeping -Nighttime -Early Mornings -Food -People watching -Working out -Fashion -Psychology -Sociology

Dislikes

-Willful ignorance -People -Being interrupted -Being ignored -Tomatoes -Onions -Mushrooms -Idiocy -Patheticness -Stickiness -Wet socks/pants/sleeves/shirts -The feeling of chalkboards -Smacking -Loud People -Large Crowds -Immaturity -People touching her -Her father

More about the family

Mother - Name: Doja Ann Clarke Age: 50 Date of Birth: 1974, February 17 Height: 5'10 Ethnicity: Creol, Croatian Father - Name: Badrick Lucious Shaw Age: 54 Date of Birth: 1970, September 5 Height : 5'7 Ethnicity: Jamaican Siblings - Name: Devon Age 33 Date of Birth: 1991, May 12 Height: 6'2 Ethnicity: Jamaican - Name: Ivan - Name: Amani Age: 31 Date of Birth: 1993, March 17 Height -Ivan: 6'0 -Amani: 6'1 Ethnicity: Jamaican, Creol, and Croatian

TW: mentions of abuse/sexual abuse

Backstory: Amoya Lucia Ini Shaw grew up in Jamaica with her mother, father, and three older brothers, never having met her mother's side of the family until her parents divorced when she was 12. She noticed her parents' strained relationship and her mother's bruises when she was 5. Still, she didn't understand the significance until later when she turned 7, her father subjecting her to sexual and verbal abuse, leaving her traumatized. After the divorce, they (her mother and brothers) moved to New Orleans, where her mother worked as a makeup artist, exposing Amoya to the entertainment industry, which sparked her interest in modeling. In New Orleans, she met her mother's side of the family. Despite language barriers with her extended family, having only spoken patwa in Jamaica, she adapted quickly and began learning Croatian and Creol, and English after entering school. Amoya excelled academically despite the language barriers and mental struggles, eventually pursuing studying psychology and sociology in college while continuing her modeling career.

Still don't believe I forgot to post this and wondered why I wasn't getting any feedback on it