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dilf-docs Ā· 2 days ago
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The Rock N' Roll Got Harder and Softer
eddie brock x younger fem!reader
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summary: common sense isn't really your strongest suit. so here you are, riding a stranger's bike on halloween night. hey, he saved you! with one hell of a costume, no doubt. because it has to be one, right?
warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap (do we see the blog name? get used to it), smut, flirty reader! she's got no shame just game ++ also overshares (sorry if this trait is mischaracterizing you, everything will be okayā¤ļø) praise kink, oral f. receiving (have u seen that tongue? ik its abt eddie but venom's tongue plays a part there... he defo going in my hear me out cake), does this count as sub!eddie idk?? the man is touch starved, p. in v. (use protection okay!! don't be like these dumb horny bitches), reader gets harrassed but the lethal protector saves the day!!
word count: 5,008 words
side note: i was re watching venom 1 and watching venom 2 since my friends want to see the third, so i got the tom hardy and his plump princess lips have to be mine virus!! like i wish i was kidding but after watching the movies and the top 100 dilf poll on twitter i felt in the need to use my hands (iykyk) ++ after finding out i have a pattern for lonely fucked up dilfs (first with old man logan now eddie). also, irdgaf halloween just passed; let's pretend ur calendar got stuck on the 31st as u read this. also, this can happen after venom (2018) but the time isn't really important!
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This is stupid.
It's a cold october night, the wind blowing in your face, and you're navigating this part of the neighborhood you don't know in nothing but a skimpy red bathing suit, like it's a hot summer day.
Dressing up as Pamela Anderson in Baywatch sounded much better a couple months ago; not now, when all the people passing by ogle your body up and down, whether it be with lust or judgment.
Your night has gone to shit: you feel cold, hungry, tipsy and vulnerable. One thing is wanting to be objectified by the possible candidates you would take home from the party, and other is being eyed by strangers who look at your body like hungry wolves.
You finally spot a mini-market amid the packed street, blue hues of light providing some sense of relief.
After getting something to drink and eat, you'll probably feel better and have the energy to walk home; there's no way you and your very small costume are getting inside an uber at ten o'clock tonight.
The bell chimes in as you enter the store, but the lady behind the counter doesn't even glance your way, focused on the TV behind her.
"Hi" she waves her hand absentmindedly, "Do you have any water?"
She mutters something that sounds like an annoyed of course we do, and points to the freezer in the back, still without looking.
"Alright, thanks" you say, walking to the freezer section and grabbing a bottle you chug until it's almost empty. You're still hungry, but at least your throat doesn't feel like you've eaten sand anymore.
With the bottle in your hand, you take the time to scour around the store, looking for something to eat. You finally decide on some chocolates; heck, it's halloween. Going home and stuffing your face with a bunch of candy for what's left of the night does sound nice.
You finally spot the chocolates on a display, moving towards it. As you're about to grab a bunch and go, another hand interrupts you.
"Oh!" you exclaim out loud, stepping back.
Maybe you're haven't gone trick or treating in years, but you will treat yourself tonight. And not with the chocolates. There's a God out there, definitely, who has blessed you not only with great curves but also with the chance of showing them off in the precise moment.
"Sorry!" your voice chirps a bit too excited for your liking. Control yourself. You clear your throat, suspecting the burn in your cheeks gives you away.
You're supposed to be confident! Flirty and charming! You're young and pretty! But how can you not be nervous when the stranger looks like that?
The eye candy who sports tattoos and a bad boy aroma that makes you drool; the jacket and beat up look just adds the perfect layer to the whole vibe. You're known to have a preference for men who look like he does. Something about the dangerous makes your heart race and skin prickle. Then your eyes travel to the motorcycle helmet in his right hand. Yummy.
The heat in your cheeks returns.
You don't even know his name, yet you've oggled him up and down without shame. It's probably all the pent up energy you had saved for the party. You figure it has to be invested somewhere else. Maybe with him.
Him, who's way older than the other guys you've been with. But that just just makes it even better.
"It's okay" he speaks up, and his voice is not only what you imagined it to be. The rich grave undertone is making your panties wet just with the sound. "You go first"
He points to the stand full of said treats. You motion forward, not without putting some extra sway and effort in your walk. By the reflection of the mirror in the corner, you know you've at least got his attention.
"Done" you say, leaving some space for him to pass. "Would the gentleman give me the honor of knowing his name?"
"I'm Eddie" he extends his hand, "Eddie Brock".
You shouldn't be this excited to shake a hand but when his large palm engulfs yours, you find it hard to let go.
With the closeness, you take another look at his face, getting lost in his warm eyes and the eyebags that adorn them. It's unfair how good they suit him; unlike you after a wild night out.
"Nice to meet you. Very nice, indeed" you purr.
You also make sure to bat your eyelashes in a way your friends tease you but has proven to be effective every time.
It seems to have done its magic, because he also takes a look at you.
But it's different.
You can sense something else is happening when his eyebrows furrow first, then face contorting into a disgusted expression as Venom says: I want to eat her, Eddie. I bet she tastes as sweet as she sounds! It's too tempting!
"Shut up" he mumbles (but loud enough for you to hear), then mutters something like We're just supossed to eat the bad guys! but you're confused and hurt, so you don't really pay attention; your ego really taking a blow tonight.
"I beg your pardon?"
Eddie curses under his breath, "that wasn't for you".
"Right" you chuckle dryly, looking around at the empty store. "Don't see who else that could be for"
"I'm sorry, it's hard to explain" he rushes the apology, looking rather embarrassed. "Now, if you excuse me".
And walks past you like it's nothing. Maybe that weird spark you felt was just on you; the interest isn't mutual.
"Hi Mrs. Chen" you hear him salute the lady behind the counter. Sighing, you grab your chocolates and head to cash out, adding another deception to your already bad night.
The bell chimes again when you make your way to the line, behind Eddie, but this time, you don't bother to look.
"Well, hello" the voice behind you says. It takes you a few seconds to realize they're talking to you.
"Hi" you mutter a bit annoyed, looking at the front. The silence is dense, the beep of each of Eddie's (million) of chocolates being the only silence filling the store.
"Won't even spare a glance, doll?" they continue, despite your clear apathy. "C'mon, lemme see if that face is as pretty as your ass"
Blood rushes to your face, and you're so embarrassed your body stiffs, fully aware the other two people in the store have noticed. You hug your body, because there isn't really anything you can cover yourself with right now, not daring to look back.
Well, fuck me.
If you thought leaving the party was going to solve your problems, it's only proven to cause more.
Eddie finishes, leading to your turn. You give a strained smile to Mrs. Chen, and she just gives you a look of pity.
"Hey, I'm talking to you!" they start to get irritated, and you just pray they don't follow you outside once you're done. "Are you deaf, Pamela?" he mocks, making your blood boil and skin sweat.
Mrs. Chen is done, but the stranger isn't taking your silence as an answer. Before you can leave, they grab your hand.
"Already leaving? You haven't even given me your name yet"
It's such a silly thought to have right now, but you realize you hadn't given Eddie your name either.
"I don't know if you've noticed, but she's clearly not interested, buddy" a voice speaks out, and you know it. It's probably the panic but you hadn't realize Eddie's still here. You hold his gaze for a few seconds, and even thought you hate having to depend on a man to be left alone, you need his help; so you plead, boring into his warm chocolate eyes.
"In case you haven't noticed, this is a two people conversation" the stranger snarls.
"Looks more like a one sided conversation to me" he bites back, making the stranger mad. That's the last thing you need. You just want to go home and curl under your warm and soft blankets; you've even lost your appetite.
"It's none of your business. Are you not understanding?"
"Oh, but that's the problem. You're the one that isn't understanding" what appears to be black surrounds his before bare neck, and you feel like you haven't completely sobered up, your mind playing games with you. The black engulfs his whole body, making him taller and more intimidating.
"It is" he threats on a distorted voice. Now, where Eddie's face used to be, another one replaces him: with white instead of two eyes and a big mouth with teeth and a really long tongue.
You hadn't even drink that much. No way this is real.
The stranger gulps, petrified. Oh, so they see it too; it's not you.
"Sorry, idiot. The lifeguard shift is over" and before the stranger replies, his head dissapear inside the mouth, chopping it off.
"Fuck!" you curse out loud, the body falling limp at your side.
A shiver runs through your back. This is a nightmare.
"Well, now that makes us two who know your secret now" Mrs. Chen adds in a rather monotone voice, and you wonder if people have gone insaneā€•you included.
You can't even speak. Less when the black starts dissappearing, and it's Eddie's face and body again.
"Hey, sorry about that" you don't know who Eddie is talking to when saying that. "You okay?"
Okay? Sure, that you are. Fine? Not really.
"It's alright if you're scared" he reaches out to you but you flinch. He looks used to it, apparently, "I know this is weird".
You chuckle, bemused. "Weird? Not even in my wildest acid trip, I could've imagine that"
"It's easy to explain, but hard to understand" he begins, but trails off. "Would you, uh, let me?"
Well, he had saved you. If he wanted to eat you and have you go the same fate your harasser did, he would've done it by now.
Besides, common sense isn't really your strongest suit. Never was. You've had so many problems stem from it, including tonight's events, that you could probably write a column or do a podcast of it.
"Sure" you agree, "as long as you don't eat me".
You regret the (attempt at a) joke as soon as it leaves your mouth, but that is gone when you hear him laugh. A little pride fills your chest, especially at the velvet-like sound.
"I won't" he raises his palms in a playful manner, "but he wants to".
Not anymore, you don't eat the people you save!
"He?" you quirk an eyebrow, "you better rush that explanation, yeah?"
"Sure" he chuckles, "uh?"
"Y/n" you answer, and the honeyed tone is back. God, you need to get a grip. This guy could snap you in, "but just for tonight, Casey Jean Parker. So you better put some good use to it before she leaves, cowboy"
"Will take it into account, blonde" he laughs at your hair.
You hate it because it reminds you of Anne, pussy.
"Hey, it's a good wig!" you playfully slap his shoulder. "You wish you had hair like this".
You flip it, to which he just laughs. Then he bids goodbye to Mrs. Chen and you both head outside, where the wind hits your body cruelly.
A curse leaves your mouth, "Shit"
Eddie notices. Before you can react, he's putting his jacket over your shoulders.
"You got the seasons messed up, baby" he jokes, the pet name rolling off his tongue a bit too easily, "don't even think about taking it off; don't want you to catch a cold".
There's a beat of silence before he asks:
"So, about the costume..."
"I know" you properly put his jacket on. It smells like him: pine, gasoline, sweat and a bit of chocolate. "It sounded better when I came up with it in August"
"No!" he corrects hastily, then coughs "I like it".
Light pink creeps up his cheeks.
"Good to know I still got the charm" you joke, winking.
"Was this" he points with his ringed fingers up and down, "for a contest?"
"No, a party. Jesus, how old do you think I am?" you chastise in a mocking tone. "It's what pretty college girls do, Eddie: party".
Venom likes parties! I like her, Eddie!
"And if that's what you do, pretty girl" two can play the game it seems, "what exactly are you doing out of the water, Ms. Parker?"
You scoff, shocked. "You're supposed to give me your answer first".
Fortunately for Brock, you have a bad habit to overshare; it gets worse, especially with men. God knows you don't know such thing as boundaries.
You lay against the concrete wall, exhaling. Your worries condense in front of you as Eddie waits attentively, examining the way your face falls.
"I was supposed to go to a party today, hence the costume" you motion to your body, "but things went wrong".
"So you went?"
"And left" you add, "which wasn't part of the plan".
He lays next to you, crossing his arms. You try not to get distracted with the closeness.
"Why did you?"
"Leave? Because... well, things happened".
Your skin prickles uncomfortably, like it did back at the house you ran away fromā€•the whole reason you're here, next to Eddie.
"That thing being...?" Brock presses, then realizing you probably don't want to tell, so he shuts up.
"Don't worry" it's like you guess his thoughts, "It's just... sort of embarrassing".
You breathe in some air.
"He wasn't supossed to be there. My ex" you clarify, "yet he went. And guess what? With his new girlfriend! And alright, I'm not a girl who holds grudges, but it hasn't even been two months since we broke up and now he's matching costumes with her?"
Saying it out loud sounds a tad bit childish, but Eddie doesn't seem to be judging, and your pride continues to be bruised, so you carry on with your little rant.
"So I drank a little too much and went up to them. I don't know what took over me, but one second I was dancing and then Pamela Anderson in Baywatch was grabbing Pamela Anderson as Tommy Lee's wife by her hair. Real blonde hair, on top of that... that bitch. I decided to be Pamela Anderson first! Which, by the way, would never do that. She truly is a girl's girl" pause, "by that I mean parading around with the guy I ended things with because of you"
We should eat them.
Instead of what Venom said, Eddie asks:
"Your boyfriend cheated on you?"
"Yeah" embarrassment washes over you, "The owner of the house is friend's with her. So, I decided it was for the best to leave. My not so bright idea that followed was to walk to the nearest store for some junk and head home. And now I ended on this side of town I don't know. Lucky me"
Lucky us that found you.
"Wow" Eddie manages to muster after all your information dump and Venom's little comment, "they're idiots. I'm sorry".
"Thanks, but my night is still ruined" you take a look at your legs, "now I have to walk home, and I suspect, bareā€•without your jacket".
He doesn't know what takes over him when he says, or maybe it's Venom giving him the boost of courage he needs.
"Need'a ride?" your face morphs into surprise. He adds, "Keep my jacket. That way you can give it back when we're there"
Your eyes trail to the bike parked on the side, which you guess belongs to him. This is hard because the decision is so easy.
Hey, sometimes you gotta do it for the plot!
"We both win" is his way of insisting. "No more stares, and my jacket gets express delivered to me".
You don't need that much insisting, almost instantly caving in, walking over the bike and hoping behind himā€•like you know he'd never hurt you; full on trusting him.
"I don't have a spare one. Use mine" he apologizes, handing you the helmet he carried before.
"Thanks" you accept, "at this point I'll have to pay you. Do you accept my chocolates? It's all I got with me"
"We'll discuss those arrangements later" his deep voice comments, and well, you might just give him anything he wants!
Before you can regret your life choices, the engine roars, Eddie making his way through the street, all your surroundings reduced to a blur.
"Woah!" you shout, but it gets lost in the wind and speed. Luckily for you, the wig is secured inside the helmet. At this speed, there would be a blonde mop on the street somewhere.
"Liking it?" he asks over the noise. You only can happily humm in response.
Honestly, you've never felt this... free before. It's liberating: your hair dancing in the wind, the crisp trepidation in your fingers, the way you dare yourself to let loose and let the experience consume you. It's the first time you truly feel alive.
All you can think now is on the adrenaline coursing through your system. That and the way you're holding onto Eddie's thick back, your arms caging his form. You can feel his heartbeat too, as steady as yours. You can't help but wonder if it's because of the ride or the passenger he's carrying in the back.
You keep giving him directions whenever he looks back, keeping it like that until you both arrive at your apartment complex.
Once the bike is parked, he whistles. "Nice. Much better than mine"
You give his helmet back, taking the wig off in the process too.
"I'll have to see it to believe it" you tease, and if he heard, Eddie pretends not to.
There's some silence until you understand it's over: the original "stuffing and watching horror movies until I sleep" isn't sounding as good as extending your time with Eddie. For some reason, you can't seem to let go yet, and accept that tonight was a rare occasion that will only be once.
"Well, I guess this is it" you hate the way the obvious disappointment drips in your tone, "thank you, Eddie. Goodnight"
You hop off and take the jacket out of your body. If your skin gets goosebumps, you'll blame the cold.
Guess Pamela Anderson didn't work her magic tonight.
"Wait!"
Or maybe she did.
"Yes?" you turn around, smiling a bit too much.
Eddie doesn't look at you when he says, "we didn't discuss the payment"
Your red lips purse into a smile.
"We can discuss the details inside" and point out your apartment on the third floor, "for the cold, obviously. It's warm up there, you know; I've been told they like my heat"
You finally recognize the feeling from before, at the store. It's mutual. The tension; it still lingers.
"Sure" he says sounding all but that, "show me the way".
Your voice drops as you say, "Follow me, then"
And you lead the way: wet spot in between your legs, growing as your excitement. As you open the door, Eddie can't help but think the inside is so you: sweet and girlyā€•like a strawberry bubblegum.
"Like what you see?" you joke, sitting in the couch. It has double meaning, obviously, but Eddie is so oblivious he just answers:
"It's so... you" mentally slapping himself when he says it, "I mean... you know, pink"
Idiot! She's talking about herself.
You giggle, "And?"
Patting the empty spot next to you, Brock walks over, like in a trance. You can see him gulpā€•nervous, the adam's apple on his throat bobbing.
Coward! Say something.
"Pretty..." he breathes out.
His hand finds its way to your bare thigh, and the touch is so electric, it takes you a lot not to jump at the contact.
Now kiss her!
"Don't be scared, Eddie" your voice is so low he swears he's dreaming. "I don't bite" there's a pause before you add, "unless you want me to".
Do it!
He would be lying if he said Venom is the reason why he leans forward, wrapping his lips around yours. Why he suddenly feels hungry, starving, eating your mouth out like he hasn't had a meal in days is beyond him.
"That's right" you moan between kisses, "cash your pay out, cowboy".
His hands tug on your hair as he deepens the kiss, a few groans echoing around the apartment.
"I like it" he twirls a strand in between your fingers, "suits you better".
There's a hearty laug emitting from your chest, "you do? Show me then"
It's like something snapped inside of him.
His hand moves to hug you from behind, right at the bare spot the swim suit had.
"You smell so sweet" Eddie's inhaling the vainilla scent off your soft skin, and Venom growls in pleasure, "like a pastry".
You have to laugh again, because this man is clearly touched starved.
Now he's rubbing his nose along the length of your neck, leaving some wet kisses that have you swearing his tongue isn't human. He mumbles incoherences like he's drunk, begging he wants to shove his mouth where it belongs: that being between your legs, to taste what heā€™s been craving for so long.
"Well, if you want it so bad" you make a play at his earlier words, "eat it".
So with trembling hands, he's pushing the little piece of bathing suit until your clit is exposed. His other hand grips your hip, and it doesn't take that long for him to fall onto his knees, the pink fluffly carpet on the floor providing some ground.
He beggins to toy with it, leaving you to collect a gasp. Alright! He has experience. Not that you ever doubted it, but now that he's here, his fingers inside of you, you can't help but feel the luckiest girl in the world.
"Thought the sweet you wanted was some chocolates" you manage to joke between moans, his thick fingers too busy lubing the needy area.
He gets another moan out of you, "this is better" grabbing a finger out, he licks a bit of your essence left on his fingers, "tastes much better. Look at you, so wet already; good girl"
Now he's doing tight little circles, his thick fingers speeding up the paceā€•quicker and quicker, until you're writhing in his grip. Your red nail dig into his forearm leaving little crescents. The haze may be too much that you don't know if the way they instantly heal is something you imagined or not.
"P-please, Eddie" you mewl.
Let me try, Eddie.
Without explaining, his tongue begins licking your inner thighs where your liquids dripped. It sends a shiver down your spine, and God, how thankful you are about leaving the party. The consequences of your petty fight and disastrous little adventure didn't end up being so bad.
"Sweet" he exclaims in that distorted voice back from the store. Your eyes go wide, so he rushes an "I'll explain later".
He doesn't give you much time to dwell on it before his tongue finds its way to your core again: the muscle licking the wet folds of your sensitive clit before diving fully. You swear his tongue has gotten longer with the way he explores your warm insides, quickly finding the spot no one but yourself has correctly pleased before.
Soft sobs fall from your lips. "Yes, More! P-please!"
His tongue continues its ministrations, almost lazily against it. Your body tenses up, reacting to him so well, and the familiar warmth pools in your abdomen.
He keeps licking until youā€™re twitching in over-sensitivity. A groan escapes his drooling lips, "I'm still a gentleman, you know?" the vibration his voice makes in between your legs sends a delicious wave that does nothing but ignite the fire pooling in the low of your stomach. "Ladies first"
You deliciously cum on his awaiting tongue. Even in your haze, you find his eyes, and the previous warm brown looks closer to hungry now, his pupils blown wide.
"Go ahead" you encourage, "be a good boy for me and taste it".
His fingers lick your remains off of them, his tongue making an obscene display.
"Will you let me pay you, now?"
He doesn't even need to wait, his hand eagerly taking his cock out of his pantsā€•taking the sweat pants out in record time, sliding his girth between your legs, rubbing it against your folds that give him a warm welcome, coating it in your wetness.
Eddie slides inside you with ease, his hands resting on your waist as he slams his entire length inside you.Ā The couch creaks, the only other sound in the apartment your hiss, because of the initial stretch.Ā He gives you time to adjust and then he starts moving.Ā 
"Y/n, God. You pretty sweet thing" his hot breathe mumbles against your ear.
Never in your life you would've thought you'd gone home with a complete stranger, but by the way Eddie Brock is deep inside you right now, you may do it more often. Or even better, bring him back. Maybe meet his apartment next time.
Eddie thinks he's gone insane. He's never had sex like this before. Not even on his wildest dreams. Hell, doesn't know if it's the lack of activity before you, your filthy mouth dripping with moans or the way you perfectly wrap around him, or maybe his newfound stamina he could finally put to use, thanks to Venom. Maybe it's all that, but who cares? God, he's loving every second of it.
Eddie uses his hands to grab your ass, holding onto the soft flesh so firm, you'll have bruises tomorrow for sure. He starts pumping you fast and deep like an animal. You muffle your screams against the crook of his neck, fully aware that doesn't stop the paper thin walls from telling your neighbours the good time you're having.
You feel your moves start to get unsteady, your orgasm closer and closer. "I'm c-close" you blurt out and he growls instead of talking. The way your body jolts with each of his poundings is insane. Your friend will never let this go if you tell them. But it just feels so fucking good.
"Fuck!"
Your whole body shakes when the wave of pleasure heats you. His hand is suprinsingly soft, caressing your cheek as you rest your forehead against his to catch your breathe.
"That's the best sex I've ever had" he confesses, his voice sounding drunk. Every drop of alcohol in your system has completely vanished by now, but you feel dizzy too, the overstimulation driving your senses to it's limits.
But it doesn't make you stop.
"How can you rate something that hasn't finished?" you move your body so Eddie stays against the coach. When he realizes what you're trying to do, he half-supresses a moan. "If you want to give your opinion, you better finish the whole plate".
So now you're on top of him, riding his cock like nothing; you must also have a symbiote inside of you, because Eddie can't explain your infinite stamina. So young, so pretty and so goddamn tight; he really won tonight, huh?
The change of position makes his cock slightly change the angle, hitting your g-spot. "Oh my god, right here!" you gasp. Your pussy clenches while you keep bouncing on his dick. If it weren't for the bathing suit, your tits would be bouncing. That doesn't mean he doesn't imagine them, your nipples perking through the fabric making it all too easy.
"You're so perfect" he whispers against your shoulder, "you sweet little thing".
If he keeps calling you like that, you might ask him to stay the night.
You feel like it, so, as a reward, you press your lips against his and he moans at your cunt clenching. He knows you are close again.
"Cum for me, y/n" he demands in his deep voice. Your name in his lips is such an addictive sound, you're sure you've reached heaven.
"Cum with me, Eddie" you manage to say.
So now he sits a little straighter on your poor couch (that's seen and taken only so much) so he can wrap his other arm around your waist. You take him deeper every time, even if now the position makes it a bit uncomfortable, but every shiver of pleasure you get is worth it.
"At least look at me when you do it" his brown orbs bore into yours. You can't hold back any longer, your hips rolling to increase the friction.
Your second orgasm washes over you: toes curling and body shaking. You've never felt more tired and energetic in your life. So you fall in Eddie's strong tattoed arms. He joins you, painting your tight walls with his thick and white shots of cum.
You are both out of breathe but Eddie takes his time and kisses you deeply.
"I think this life guard is out of duty for now" you mumble sleepily against his arms, tracing lazily his tattoos. He chuckles, moving one of his hands to brush strands of your damp hair from your forehead.
"What about the chocolates?" he jokes.
"Fuck them" you yawn, "stay here". He might've heard it wrong.
Stupid Eddie and stupid little human brain. She wants us here!
After some minutes of silence your sleepy voice mumbles, "You didn't explain me anything, cheater. If you want to stay, talk".
He feels you rest your head on his shoulder, sleep taking control of your form. You look so cute, he starts to forget how shitty his life actually is.
Hey! I can hear your thoughts, idiot. Your life isn't shitty anymore, I'm here!
"How about a bed time story? I promise I won't leave any detail out"
You cuddle closer to his warm body, "Promise?"
He intertwines his pinky finger with yours, promising himself this won't be the last time he sees you.
"Promise"
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jezebelblues Ā· 1 day ago
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I just started following you a while ago and I love your work so much, I was even considering restarting my blog to write!
I was wondering, can I request something about the reader being a college student? And maybe harry is taking a break from touring and writing music. Heā€™d probably try to make jokes and distract her sometimes, but heā€™d also want her to teach him stuff and debrief after class. He might even get serious about her study sessions and be super quiet, but also bring her snacks here and there.
If you get to write this, thank you sm!! šŸ˜Š
lady grinning soul | h.s
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summary: see request ^ basically that, but itā€™s a slight au because harry isnā€™t tooooo famous in this
| thank u anon <3 ur too sweet. i hope u got back into writing
cw: fem!reader, unedited. bf!harry, lhh
word count: approx 4.4k
| sorry this took so long to get to! iā€™ve been in a slump. i hope you donā€™t mind either that i made him more of an up-and-coming artist rather than the fame he has today :^) lhh just felt right for this too heā€™s so bf
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"you did what?" YN laughed, her fingers coated in the smooth, familiar feel of one of harry's leave-in conditioners as she worked it into his damp curls, gently coaxing through knots and tangles that told stories of long nights and late shows.
harry sat on on leg while the other hung lazily off her bed, shirtless, his skin glistening faintly under the dim dorm lights, still cool and damp from his shower. a well-worn towel hung low on his hips, clinging to him in soft folds, and he twisted the silver ring on his index finger, flashing that crooked, boyish grin that still managed to make her heart skip.
"yesā€”water," he said, a hint of pride in his voice as he looked up at her through dark lashes. "poured it right into the crowd. they went mental."
she chuckled, focusing on a particularly stubborn knot as his head tipped back, giving her a better angle. "do i even want to know why you did that?"
"beer," he replied simply, with a lazy shrug and a mischievous glint in his eye. he shifted, turning to face her fully, the mattress giving a soft creak under his weight as he adjusted. "they were flinging beer at me, so i figured it was fair game. bit of payback," he said with a smirk, his voice deepening in that low, conspiratorial way that she adored.
her lips tugged into a soft smile as she leaned in, her eyes tracing the ink on his skin, pausing over the small mermaid tail curling near his elbow. she felt the room go still for a beat, her fingers just barely grazing his tattooed arm. "tell me more?" she murmured, barely above a whisper.
but instead of answering, he caught her hand in his own, his thumb brushing over her knuckles as he brought her palm up, pressing it gently against the warm, bare skin just below his left breastbone. his expression softened, and his voice dipped, tender and a little unsteady. "was thinkingā€“right here. your initial." his gaze searched hers, a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes that made her heart skip, lingering between them in a way that left her breathless.
a small, breathy laugh escaped her as she drew her hand back, fingers trailing down his chest as she settled back on the bed, her heart fluttering with that same familiar warmth that only he could draw out of her. "about the show, styles," she chided, though her cheeks had warmed at the idea. it was all she could do to keep her voice steady, even as that look in his eyes held her captive, that glimmer of something deeper, something unspoken.
with a lazy grin, he slumped back on her bed, folding his arms behind his head as if he owned every inch of this tiny dorm room. he was still her harryā€”the one who'd lean against her door at ungodly hours after a gig, smelling faintly of stale smoke and beer, his voice barely a murmur as he recounted the night's little victories and mishaps. but there was something else in his eyes tonight, an edge softened by the dim light, his hand inching toward hers, fingers grazing against hers.
he gave her a dramatic sigh, pretending to be exasperated, but she could see the way his eyes lit up, the pride he tried to hide. "alright, picture thisā€”tiny, cramped stage, lights barely working, and a crowd that's already three drinks too deep."
she chuckled, already seeing it. "sounds like your crowd."
"my exact type.ā€ he hummed, eyes glimmering. "i was halfway through kiwi when this guy in the front row starts singing louder than me. like, absolutely shouting every wordā€”more like repeating guess, i donā€™t think he knew the lyricsā€”didn't care if he was off-key or not."
"oh no," she gasped, theatrics, biting back a grin. "how did you handle that?"
"well, first i tried to ignore him. y'know, be professional and all." he raised his chin, like he was already picturing himself on a real stage. "but then he threw his beer in the air, and half of it hit me, so i thought, why not join him?"
she felt the words settle over her, a quiet intimacy that wrapped around them, thick and warm. she let herself lean into him, their knees brushing, her hand finding his and lacing their fingers together. here, in this cocoon of her dimly lit dorm room, the outside world faded. it was just him-herā€™s, with his rough edges, inked skin, and soulful eyes that held a thousand unspoken promises.
"so," she murmured, her thumb tracing slow circles over his knuckles, "it was a good show then?"
a soft laugh escaped his lips, his eyes dancing as he looked at her. "good? better than good, baby." he said, a certain fire in his voice as he recalled the night. "place was packed-should've seen it. they might've only been there for the drink deals, but by the time we hit the first chorus, they were in it." he paused, a flicker of excitement lighting up his face as he leaned closer. "even had this one bloke shouting for an encore, practically begged us not tā€™leave."
she could see the pride, the kind that was so uniquely hisā€”modest, but bursting at the seams, a quiet confidence that only she got to witness in moments like this. her heart swelled, and she squeezed his hand. "sounds like a big deal," she teased, her voice softening as she held his gaze. "next thing i know, you'll be playing to actual crowds, not just randoms at pubs."
"don't tease me," he chuckled, nudging her gently with his shoulder. "could happen. could be my big break, y'know? today, it's a back alley pub with sticky floorsā€”tomorrow, a real venue." he looked at her, his expression shifting from playful to something quieter, almost vulnerable. "maybe even a place you'd be proud to be seen at."
she shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "h, i'm already proud of you." and she meant itā€”down to the core of her. there was a strength in his persistence, his dreams kept alive by late nights and small crowds, his music spilling into the shadows of empty bars and dim lights. it was the kind of resilience most people never understood, but it was something she loved about him, something that made him feel like home.
his hand shifted, cupping her face gently, his thumb brushing over her cheek as he searched her eyes. "how'd i get so lucky, yeah?" he murmured, almost as if to himself. he looked at her like he was seeing her for the first time, the weight of the night lingering between them, the quiet promise of everything they'd built together.
she tilted her face into his touch, eyes fluttering closed as she breathed him in-the faint smell of his shampoo, mingling with the scent of rain from outside and something warm, something distinctly him. her hand found his chest, fingertips resting over the steady beat of his heart.
"can i stay tonight?" he asked softly, his voice a low murmur against the backdrop of their shared silence.
she nodded, her lips brushing over his knuckles as she squeezed his hand. "wouldn't want you anywhere else."
with that, he leaned forward, capturing her lips in a kiss that felt like a thousand words, soft and slow, as if they had all the time in the world. harry's hand slid from her cheek down to her neck, his fingertips tracing a delicate line along her collarbone, sending a soft shiver through her. the playful glint in his eye had shifted, replaced by something deeper, a heat she felt all the way down to her toes. he inched closer, the rough rasp of his stubble brushing her jaw as his lips found the soft skin just below her ear.
"you're staring," she murmured, voice low, a smile on her lips as her fingers traced along his shoulder, her touch grazing the edge of his tattoo.
"can't help it." he whispered, his voice low and rough, leaving no question about what he wanted. his fingers trailed down her back, pulling her just a little closer as his towel slipped dangerously low on his hips, clinging to him in a way that left little to the imagination. "s'not every day i get my girl all to myself, undistracted." his fingers slipped just beneath the hem of her shirt, his thumb stroking slow, lazy circles along her hipbone, sending a faint shiver up her spine.
she felt herself melting into him, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw before wandering down to rest on his chest. his skin was warm, firm beneath her touch, and she felt the steady beat of his heart thrumming under her fingertips. just for a moment, she let herself get lost in it-the way his hands roamed, slow and sure, his lips brushing her neck, her jaw, her shoulder, each kiss igniting a trail of warmth.
but as his hands started to wander lower, his towel barely hanging on, she bit back a smile and placed her hand flat on his abdomen, feeling the firm, taut muscles tense under her touch. she let her fingers linger for a moment before giving him a light flick, snapping him out of the haze that had taken over.
he kissed his teeth, head snapping up, a shocked, slightly betrayed expression crossing his face as he met her gaze. she smirked, letting her eyes trail up and down him with a playful glint before meeting his eyes, her voice light and teasing.
"don't get too excited, styles. i've got an essay to write, remember?"
he blinked, looking adorably lost for a second, then let out a groan, throwing himself back on the bed in dramatic defeat, one arm flung over his face. "an essay, bunny? now?" he peeked at her from under his arm, a playful pout tugging at his lips. "you're really gonna make me lie here in agony while you write about... what? politics? shakespeare?"
"modern lit," she corrected, grabbing her laptop from the bedside table with a grin. she settled beside him, nudging his leg with her knee as he sighed in exaggerated frustration. "i'll make it up to you," she added, her voice sweet but her expression mischievous.
"is that right?" he asked, raising a brow, his mood instantly lightening as he leaned up on one elbow to watch her type. "what kind of 'make it up' are we talking, then?"
she rolled her eyes, though her smile softened.
"you're ridiculous, you know that?"
ā€œmm-hm, i know,ā€ he chuckled, unbothered. he kept his eyes trained on her as she adjusted the computer in her lap, fingers flying across the keys as she tried to ignore his gaze.
but she could already feel his fingers tracing idle patterns along her thigh, his head resting on her shoulder as he sighed dramatically, determined to make her work for it. ā€œfine,ā€ he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to her shoulder, knowing she wasnā€™t going to let up. ā€œbut donā€™t say i didnā€™t warn you when iā€™m too tortured to focus on my next gig.ā€
she shook her head, grinning. ā€œi think youā€™ll survive.ā€ and despite his protests, she felt him settle beside her, his hand wrapped loosely around hers as he waited, patient and easy, for the essay to be doneā€”and for the night to be theirs again.
after a few more minutes of him sighing and shifting beside her, nudging her leg with his knee, or letting his fingers brush distractingly over her shoulder, she finally gave him a pointed look. ā€œlovey, come on. at least put some pants on,ā€ she said, biting back a laugh as he gazed up at her with an exaggerated look of betrayal.
ā€œyā€™sure baby?ā€ he mumbled, the corners of his mouth tugging into a cheeky grin as he adjusted the towel around his waist, letting it dip low enough to reveal the line of his hip bones. he leaned in close, his face just inches from hers. ā€œlast chance to give up on that essay.ā€
she rolled her eyes, shoving him lightly as she tried to suppress a smile. ā€œh. pants. now.ā€
he sighed dramatically, rolling off the bed and muttering under his breath as he crossed the room, as if sheā€™d asked him to do something outrageous. ā€œyouā€™re cruel, you know that?ā€ he grumbled, pulling on a pair of briefs, followed by his well-worn grey sweatpants. he shot her a mock glare as he snapped the waistband into place. ā€œi hope that essayā€™s worth it,ā€ he teased, flopping back down on the bed with another exaggerated groan.
but he couldnā€™t keep up the act for long. settling beside her, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her snug against him as he leaned over her, his gaze shifting to the screen of her laptop. she felt him press a quick kiss to the side of her head, and then he tilted his head curiously, reading the words on her screen. ā€œalright, genius. whatā€™re we working on?ā€
she grinned, knowing his curiosity was genuineā€”harry was the only person who ever asked about her classes, who remembered the details of her projects, who even stayed up late to help her brainstorm ideas when she got stuck. ā€œitā€™s for my modern lit paper,ā€ she said, turning the laptop slightly so he could see the opening lines. ā€œiā€™m writing about identity in contemporary poetry.ā€
his brow furrowed, and he gave a thoughtful hum. ā€œidentity, huh?ā€ his fingers started playing with a strand of her hair, twisting it absently as he thought. it still smelt like her lavender shampoo. ā€œso, likeā€“how people see themselves? or how they think they should be seen?ā€
she nodded, feeling a warm flutter in her chest at the way he genuinely tried to understand. ā€œyeah, lovey, exactly. itā€™s about how people present different versions of themselves, depending on the world around them. how sometimes people feel like they have to hide who they really are, or adapt, to fit in.ā€
he was quiet for a moment, his eyes thoughtful as he took that in, a small crease forming between his brows. ā€œguess i know a bit about that,ā€ he murmured, almost to himself, then gave her a soft smile. ā€œmakes sense, though. weā€™re all trying tā€™figure it out, right?ā€
she looked at him, her heart swelling at the way he always found a way to connect with her world, to show up and care. he wasnā€™t just the guy who played guitar in pubs and poured water over the crowdā€”he was thoughtful and reflective, her safe place and her biggest support. she reached out, brushing a stray curl away from his forehead, her gaze softening.
he met her eyes, a small smile tugging at his lips as he watched her type a few lines, completely relaxed against her side. ā€œyā€™really like this stuff, donā€™t you?ā€
she nodded, feeling her cheeks warm. ā€œi do. and i like that you care enough to ask.ā€
he grinned, his hand resting over hers on the keyboard. ā€œwouldnā€™t miss it, bunny. i want to know it all. even the boring bits,ā€ he teased, pressing another kiss to her temple. ā€œsoā€¦ whatā€™s next? how do yā€™wrap this thing up?ā€
as she dove into her explanation, she felt him settle in closer, his head resting on her shoulder, eyes flicking back and forth between her face and the screen. and even though heā€™d begun the night wrapped in little more than that towel and mischief, there was something about the way he lay beside her nowā€”calm, engaged, just there for her.
after a while, she tried to concentrate on the closing argument of her essay, but harryā€™s hand found a lock of her hair again, twirling it lazily around his finger, his touch warm and gentle. every so often, heā€™d place a quick, messy kiss on her cheek, or the side of her head, each one more dramatic than the last, until she couldnā€™t help but huff out a laugh, nudging him back.
ā€œalright, enough with the distractions,ā€ she muttered, shooting him a mock-stern look as he grinned back, clearly pleased with himself.
but he was relentless. when she referenced another poet, he piped up, a mischievous look in his eyes. ā€œah, yes, that guy,ā€ he said, tone teasing as he tapped his chin as though he were deep in thought. ā€œbig fan. wrote that one poem aboutā€¦ feeling feelings, right?ā€
she rolled her eyes, biting back a laugh. ā€œharry, iā€™m serious.ā€
ā€œhey, i am too!ā€ he replied, the grin on his face only widening. ā€œpoetryā€™s got layers, YN. all about emotions and metaphors.ā€ he lifted an eyebrow, giving her a wink that made her want to laugh and push him off the bed all at once.
she groaned, turning back to her screen, though the smile tugging at her lips gave her away. despite his teasing, she knew he respected her work and thought she was smart, even if he pretended to be clueless just to get a rise out of her.
a few minutes passed, and she found herself stuck, her fingers hovering over the keyboard as she struggled to find the right words to tie everything together. she could feel harryā€™s gaze on her, his eyes flicking between her face and the screen, and right then, her stomach gave a loud, unmistakable growl.
harryā€™s eyebrows shot up, and a playful, knowing smirk crossed his face. ā€œoh, is that how it is, then?ā€ he said, nudging her gently. ā€œiā€™m over here pouring my heart and soul into supporting you, and youā€™re starving yourself for art.ā€
she laughed, rolling her eyes as she tried to wave him off. ā€œitā€™s fine, i just need toā€”ā€
but he was already halfway across the room, grabbing his phone with a sense of purpose, tapping away with single-minded determination. ā€œnope, not happening. iā€™m ordering us food. youā€™re no good to me fainting on the job,ā€ he teased, tossing her a grin as he started scrolling through options on doordash.
she watched him, warmth blooming in her chest at the sight of his focused expression as he debated between a few late-night favorites. his finger paused on the screen, and he shot her a look over his shoulder. ā€œwhat are we feeling? i know goodfellaā€™s is open late.ā€
she hummed, folding her arms and pretending to think. ā€œtheir pizza sounds good.ā€
ā€œperfect. what kind?ā€ he asked, giving her that soft, endearing look that always managed to make her heart skip.
ā€œsurprise me,ā€ she said, her eyes crinkling with a smile as he turned back to his phone, murmuring thoughtfully to himself as he made his selections.
once heā€™d ordered, he slid back beside her, his arm slipping around her shoulders, pulling her close as he planted a quick kiss on her forehead. ā€œalright, aristotle. youā€™ve got about twenty minutes to wrap this up before the pizza gets here.ā€
she grinned, feeling a rush of renewed energy as she settled back into her laptop, his warmth beside her and the promise of food on the way. and as she typed out her final thoughts, she felt his hand come up to her hair again, his fingers working through her locks in a gentle rhythm as he leaned his chin on her shoulder, watching her with a soft smile.
ā€œthink youā€™re about to blow the rest of the class outta the water.ā€ he muttered, his voice low and genuine, cutting through the playful teasing of earlier.
she paused, glancing over at him, her cheeks warming under his gaze. ā€œyou think so?ā€
he nodded, brushing his nose gently against her cheek. ā€œdefinitely. i knew you were brilliant the first time i met you. just, you know, donā€™t forget me when youā€™re off being some lit professor with a fancy office and your own bookshelf in every bookstore.ā€
she laughed, shaking her head. ā€œyouā€™ll be playing stadiums by then, styles. i think youā€™ll be just fine.ā€
once harry met the driver outside of the dorm and made his way back up the stairwell to the second floor of her building, they sat cross-legged on the bed, the pizza box open between them, warm and smelling faintly of melted cheese and marinara. YN took a bite, savoring the comfort of it as they eased into the rhythm of their usual conversations. she told him stories about her classesā€”about the professor who insisted everyone call him by his first name and the girl who always argued with the readings in ways that both amused and baffled her. he listened intently, his eyes focused on her like she was the most fascinating person in the world, laughing at all the right moments, nodding as if every small detail mattered. and for harry, it did.
soon enough, the conversation shifted, and he told her stories from his recent gigsā€”how the second-to-last venue had practically been held together with duct tape, how heā€™d overheard some guy loudly claim he could ā€œtotally play guitar better than that dude.ā€ she laughed at the way he imitated the voice, rolling his eyes in good-natured frustration. ā€œseriously,ā€ he groaned, grinning through a bite of pizza, ā€œthe heckling never stops, even when youā€™re playing to like, fifteen people.ā€
she nudged him with her knee, a smirk tugging at her lips. ā€œjust you wait, one day those fifteen people are going to turn into fifteen thousand, and that guy will still be standing there with his pint, going on about how he should be the one on stage.ā€
harryā€™s face softened, his gaze lingering on her. ā€œyouā€™re just saying that because youā€™re in love with me.ā€
ā€œmaybe,ā€ she said with a wink, brushing a crumb off his cheek.
they fell into their easy banter, and soon enough, poetry came back up. she was telling him about one of the poets she was analyzing, the language they used and the intricate metaphors she was supposed to decipher, when harry raised a brow, an amused look crossing his face. ā€œyouā€™re talking like i donā€™t write poetry myself, you know.ā€
ā€œoh, really?ā€ she teased, leaning back with her arms folded, a skeptical look on her face. ā€œletā€™s hear it, shakespeare.ā€
with a grin, he pulled out his phone, scrolling through his notes until he stopped on something, looking a bit sheepish but handing it over to her with a small smile. ā€œhere. latest masterpiece.ā€ he joked with a shrug, though he seemed a bit nervous. ā€œstudy it in your lit classes ā€˜n all that.ā€
she took his phone, her heart skipping a beat as she saw the title: adore you. her chest warmed as she started reading through the words. it wasnā€™t like the love poems she read for lectures, full of flowery language and convoluted metaphors. no, this was simple, but sincereā€”lines that felt raw, real, and vulnerable in a way that only he could make them. each line felt like a glimpse into him, into the parts of himself that he shared only with her, the quiet moments, the late nights, the laughter and gentle touches that only they knew.
when she finished, she looked up at him, unable to hide the wide smile spreading across her face. ā€œharry, this isā€”youā€™re so cute.ā€ she said, her voice soft with genuine awe. ā€œforget those old poets i read about. theyā€™ve got nothing on you.ā€ she squeezed his hand, her thumb brushing over his knuckles as she looked back down at the lyrics, rereading her favorite lines.
a blush crept up his cheeks, and he gave a little shrug, pretending to brush off her praise, but she could see the way his eyes shone, how much her words really meant to him. he nudged her playfully, leaning in with a grin. ā€œyou know itā€™s about you, yeah?ā€
she felt her heart flutter, her smile growing even wider as she met his gaze. ā€œis it now?ā€
ā€œobviously,ā€ he chuckled, shaking his head as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. ā€œi mean, who else am i going to write about? youā€™re the one i canā€™t stop thinking about. the one who makes every line worth writing.ā€
she felt warmth bloom in her chest, reaching out to lace her fingers with his. ā€œwell,ā€ she said softly, ā€œthen i think iā€™m the luckiest girl alive.ā€
he squeezed her hand, his expression softening as he leaned in, his forehead resting gently against hers. for a moment, they stayed like that, their hands intertwined, the world outside her tiny dorm room slipping away. it was just him, his steady heartbeat under her palm, his soft gaze that held a world of promises, and the quiet knowledge that heā€™d put it all into words just for her.
ā€œso, poetry and pizza,ā€ he murmured, his lips curving into a contented smile as he leaned back, pulling her into his chest. ā€œdidnā€™t think my night could get any better.ā€
ā€œoh, really?ā€ she teased, settling against him, her head resting just under his chin. ā€œnot even if i let you watch me struggle through the rest of my essay?ā€
ā€œthrilling stuff,ā€ he joked, his hand trailing gentle patterns along her arm. ā€œactually, itā€™s all kind of perfect, YN. you, me, pizza, some poetryā€¦ maybe the start of a terrible song iā€™ll write when i canā€™t sleep tonight.ā€
ā€œa song about pizza and poetry?ā€ she asked, raising an eyebrow.
ā€œwhy not?ā€ he grinned, his eyes sparkling. ā€œeveryone needs a little inspiration, hm?ā€
she laughed, and the sound seemed to brighten the whole room, making everything feel light and carefree. ā€œiā€™d listen to it.ā€
ā€œiā€™ll dedicate it to you,ā€ he replied, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head, his voice softening. ā€œafter all, youā€™re my favorite muse.ā€
they sat like that for a while, the remnants of their pizza scattered around them, the warmth of his arms wrapped around her. she felt her eyes growing heavy, lulled by the steady rise and fall of his chest, the soothing hum of his voice as he mumbled quiet words of nonsense, half-asleep, just for her.
ā€œhey,ā€ she whispered after a while, her voice soft, almost a breath. ā€œthank you for being here. for everything.ā€
ā€œalways,ā€ he murmured, his voice a low, sleepy rumble. ā€œwouldnā€™t be anywhere else.ā€
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bright as the morning, soft as the rain
sebastian (stardew valley) x reader
āœ§ tags : gender neutral reader, canon divergence, a lot of author liberties, alcohol, fluffy, pre-relationship, mildly suggestive but sooo mildly lol.
āœ§ wc : 3.4k (this is ridiculous lol)
āœ§ a/n : the thing to get me out of my writing slump being sdv fanfiction is hilarious.
hi! this is the first part to a silly little alternative first kiss series i have planned for the stardew romanceable characters. i think the other ones will be shorter (hopefully but lol).
i will link the rest of them as they get posted. i hope u like. rbs appreciated. also tagging @antique-remains (hi this is fang on my side blog lol)
āœ§ synopsis : sebastian wants to do anything but think of you. he's failing miserably on that front. sam and abigail are not helping.
.š–„” ļæ½ļæ½ Ė–Ėšā˜½ļæ½ļæ½ļ½”ā‹†
ā€œEarth to Sebastian,ā€ Sam snaps his fingers in front of Sebastianā€™s face. Sebastian jumps in his skin. ā€œWhatā€™s with you today? If youā€™re not gonna take our pool playing tradition seriously, Iā€™m not playing.ā€Ā Ā 
He swipes a hand over his face, cursing under his breath. Half-empty Joja-Cola can sits directly besides his pool stick, the faint air of smoke and liquor in the air. Right. Heā€™s here to play pool.Ā Ā 
Ā He pinches the bridge of his nose with exasperation, shaking off the feeling before scratching the back of his neck.Ā Ā 
ā€œNo, sorry. I wanna play, justā€¦give me a sec.ā€Ā Ā 
ā€œGot something on your mind Seb?ā€Ā  Abigail prods, unfortunately intuitive. Sebastian scowls at her. She stands to her feet to get closer, sitting on the edge of the pool table with her cheek turned just enough to look at him. Her smile is coy. ā€œA certain someone, maybe?ā€Ā Ā 
His scowl deepens, lip curled in distaste. ā€œNo. Move. Youā€™re in my way.ā€Ā Ā 
ā€œYouā€™re a bad liar.ā€ Abigail says with a resigned sigh, arms crossed. ā€œYou werenā€™t this spacey last time you dated someone. ā€Ā Ā 
ā€œFuck off,ā€ Sebastian sighs. ā€œItā€™s not like that yet.ā€Ā Ā 
Abigail grins before Sebastian canĀ  correct the slip up. ā€œYet. Yet, he says.ā€Ā 
Sebastian feels himself blush. ā€œUgh.ā€Ā 
He sighs as he stands back up, leaning against his pool stick. Sam stops whatever he was doing (messing with the pool table deliberately, Sebastian assumes), taking newfound interest in the conversation.Ā Ā 
ā€œOh, you two talking about our new neighbor?ā€Ā 
ā€œNot really new. Itā€™s been likeā€¦ what a year or two almost?ā€ Abigail adds. Sam shrugs.Ā Ā 
ā€œThatā€™s true. But it feels new to me anyway.ā€ Sam says. He gives up on pool it seems like, abandoning his stick on the table in favor of navigating to the box pizza balancing on another table nearby and his drink. Sebastian watches him shimmy a slice of the pie, not bothering to blow on it as he eats. ā€œOh is that why your heads in the clouds? Figures.ā€Ā Ā 
ā€œI didnā€™t say that. Abigail said that.ā€Ā Ā 
ā€œAnd youā€™re saying sheā€™s wrong?ā€Ā Ā 
Sebastian huffs. ā€œā€¦Yes.ā€Ā Ā 
Sam laughs good-naturedly. ā€œPfft. Uh-huh, yeah. I super believe you.ā€Ā Ā 
ā€œFuck you both.ā€Ā 
ā€œCome on, Seb. Itā€™s not like everyone in town doesnā€™t know.ā€Ā Ā 
Sebastianā€™s frown deepens. ā€œNot everyone.ā€Ā Ā 
Sam seats himself on the couch again and Abigail joins him. It creaks under the weight of them as they get comfortable together. Sebastian stays where he is, sitting on the tables edge with a drink in his hand and an itch for a cigarette.Ā Ā 
Sam counts on his fingers. ā€œYour mom knows. My mom knows. Abbyā€™s mom knows. If they all know then our dads definitely also know. Who else does that leave? Our towns tiny dude. Like Iā€™d say Elliot doesnā€™t, but heā€™s here on Fridayā€™s and he catches up with gossip all the time. So basically everyone.ā€Ā Ā 
ā€œā€¦Shit.ā€Ā Ā 
ā€œSee? Told you.ā€Ā Ā 
Sebastian doesnā€™t need everyone to know whatā€™s going on between you. He doesnā€™t even know whatā€™s going on between you. Itā€™s taken him longer than he cares to admit to even acknowledge that there was something there. And he didnā€™t know it was mutual until recently when Abigail came dropped by to tell him she overheard her dad explaining old Pelican Town traditions on dating and romance.Ā 
(Abigail always describes things in excruciating detail, adding all the bells and whistles. This makes her great to play the Solarion Chronicles with.Ā Ā 
It also makes herĀ  good at artfully recounting interactions. He can easily picture you the way she said she saw you, overallsĀ  half unbuttoned, dirt covered and leaning over the counter just slightly giving Pierre your rapt attention.Ā Ā Ā 
The thought of it is enough to trigger some sense of affection heā€™s never entirely felt before.)Ā Ā 
Itā€™s not like Sebastian is against the idea of dating you, itā€™s justā€”Ā 
ā€œI think you should go out with them Seb. I like ā€˜em a lot more than your exes.ā€Ā Ā 
Sebastian sighs. ā€œYou guys know why Iā€™m on the fence.ā€Ā Ā 
Sam shrugs. ā€œDoes they even count though? Theyā€™re not actually from here. They live here sure but they didnā€™t grow up here.ā€Ā Ā 
ā€œRight? Thatā€™s what I think too. Might as well go for it.ā€ Abigail shrugs, glancing at Sebastian. ā€œI really donā€™t get why youā€™re hesitating. Something else has to bugging you.ā€Ā Ā 
ā€œI thought that too.ā€ Sam adds.Ā 
A faint blush creeps up his neck. He loves his friends and sometimes, he appreciates how well they know him. Times like this, he thinks it wouldnā€™t kill them to be a little less perceptive.Ā Ā 
Theyā€™re not wrong. It is something of a flimsy excuse to try not to think about you. Sebastian has always had a not dating policy about people he grew up with. He nearly dated Abigail in highschool and it was a shitshow. So heā€™s vowed to never do it again.Ā Ā 
But thatā€™s not the real reason heā€™s been rejecting the possibility in his head. He uses it more for himself than anyone else. Itā€™s not like he can give them the real answer because he thinks itā€™s one hundred times more embarrassing.Ā Ā 
How the fuck is he meant to tell them the reason he keeps hesitating to define your relationship is because he feels like he likes you too much?Ā Ā 
Thatā€™s the real reason heā€™s going in circles about it. Itā€™s so cringe it makes him want to break out in hives but well, it is true. Sebastian likes youā€”like really fucking likes youā€”and itā€™s freaking him out because he thinks itā€™s the first time heā€™s really liked anyone.Ā Ā 
Dating has never been all that fun for Sebastian. It wasnā€™t something that felt meaningful. He dated mostly in college and only one of those relationships lasted a significant amount of time. And even then the relationship was never all that genuine. They ultimately broke up because Sebastian realized they were fundamentally incompatible. As bad as it sounds, there wasnā€™t a real sense of attachment there, not once. It was just convenient for both of them. He realized at that point he should probably just focus on himself.Ā Ā 
That was about when he moved back home to the valley to live with his family in his post graduation.Ā Ā 
And he had honestly expected it to be another few mundane years, akin to his early adolescence. He was so sure that he would spend it with the same restless feeling in his stomach, the same longing to be somewhere else. If he could never feel any belonging, at least he wanted to be somewhere he could blend in. He thought for sure moving back to Pelican Town was going to be nothing but dreadful and boring and existential. That he would come back and remember why he wanted to leave in the first place.Ā Ā 
Until one day, someone from the city moved into the old, overgrown farm and turned the entirety of the valley upside down.Ā Ā 
When you met for the first time, Sebastian honestly didnā€™t care. Nothing goes on in Pelican Town, so he figured youā€™d be the main subject of gossip for a few weeks before ultimately blending into the background of his life just like everyone else. He also didnā€™t think youā€™d last long living here. You were part of the corporate rat race he so detests and you didnā€™t grow up in the valley. Itā€™s a hard place to get used to after living somewhere more populated.Ā Ā 
Against all oddsĀ  though - you did stay. And youā€™ve integrated yourself so much with the people livingā€”himself included here it kind of baffles him. He doesnā€™t entirely remember what it was like before you came here.Ā Ā Ā 
Sebastian couldnā€™t have predicted in a million years that that stupid help wanted sign in front of Pierreā€™s store would start actually being useful. But lo and behold, at least three times a week he finds you with full pockets - jogging after whomever last posted to give them what they need. And you do that without anyone really asking you too.Ā Ā 
Youā€™re just soā€¦ helpful. And social in a way he canā€™t describe. Everyone in town has nothing but nice things to say about you. Youā€™ve given everyone a gift on their birthday thus far. Youā€™re keeping the entire economy afloat with your farm right now and you regularly clear those mines out for monsters. You even paid for the bus to get repaired, too - so now itā€™s up and running again.Ā Ā 
Youā€™re full of surprises. And easy to adore, himself included.Ā Ā 
What surprises him most often is how easy it is for him to be around you. He doesnā€™t turn you away even when you visit his room sharply at 9am and hover over him in bed. He doesnā€™t get even the slightest bit upset when you have a mundane and disruptive conversation hours before he usually gets up. He keeps everything youā€™ve ever gifted him, and he often thinks of inviting you to things he does with his friends. He smiles when he sees you running around doing some chore, frantic and covered in muck - all mess and sunlight.Ā Ā 
Youā€™reā€¦ nice. Honest, hard-working, and cheerful. Kind. Sincere in wanting to know him. You should completely and utterly exhaust him given those are your main characteristics. You should be someone heā€™s simply fundamentally incompatible with.Ā 
But more than anything, youā€™re thoughtful. And it disarms him so utterly he feels overwhelmed by the thought. From the start, you put in a lot of effort into maintaining connections and he was no different. Itā€™s just impacted him so much more than he thought it would. If he lets himself think too far on it, he really wonā€™t stop thinking about you.Ā Ā 
To the point heā€™s been picturing what itā€™s like to live on the farm.Ā  Heā€™s in deep.Ā 
Despite all of your idiosyncrasies, you really seem to give a shit about things in a way that feels utterly foreign to him. This extends to anything and everything. It extends to Sebastian, and it shows in the ways you donā€™t undermine him. Little things. You take his work seriously and apologize for disturbing him, you donā€™t immediately take the side of his family when he talks about them despite being friends with them too, you donā€™t interrogate him about what he is or is not comfortable with. You show up and linger in his life, and then you go off to your own thing.Ā 
More and more, he gets the urge to stop you before you go. Itā€™s too much. It makes him actā€¦lame and heā€™s not too fond of it. Heā€™s never really felt this strongly about anyone before and heā€™s a little bit of a wreck about what it does to him. So itā€™s not that he doesnā€™t want to date you, but more that he does so bad he doesnā€™t even want to admit it.Ā Ā 
Ā But well.. He isnā€™t sure itā€™s even working. As soon as you walk into a room itā€™s likeā€”Ā 
Heā€™s lost in his thoughts for a while, only to get pulled out of them by some big commotion happening in the main part of the saloon.Ā Ā 
ā€œAh, youā€™re here. What perfect timing kid,ā€Ā Ā Ā 
Shit. ShitĀ Ā 
Only somewhat obscured by the distance and wall separating their space from the bar - Sebastian catches a glimpse of you and feels something uncomfortably warm in his chest. His friends both make little oooh sounds, no doubt planning to do something stupid. He should intervene but he gets too caught up in pretending he doesnā€™t see you. Turning away stiffly, he pretends to be looking at something else while he listens on your conversation. Itā€™s not too hard to hear, anyway.Ā Ā 
ā€œHi, Pam.ā€ He can practically hear the smile in your voice. ā€œHereā€™s your ale. Managed to grow a hops plant indoors this season so the brew is pretty fresh. Itā€™s strong, fair warning.ā€Ā Ā 
A beat of muffle conversations follows up with a a loud sigh. ā€œThatā€™s exactly what I needed. Your pretty good with your liquor and spirits, huh kid? Thanks for the drink. Hereā€™s what I owe ya.ā€Ā Ā 
ā€œSelling alcohol under the table at my establishment? Tsk tsk.ā€ Gus adds.Ā Ā 
Itā€™s at this point Sebastian lets himself look at you properly. You lean with your elbows against the counter. You look a mess like usual, but youā€™ve got on a cowboy hat today that Sebastian finds ridiculously cute. You smile at Gus sheepishly.Ā Ā 
ā€œSorry. Can I buy myself a drink to make up for it?ā€ You offer.Ā Ā 
ā€œIā€™ll do you one better and give it to you on the house.ā€Ā Ā 
ā€œAw, what? Canā€™t let you do that Gus.ā€Ā Ā 
ā€œYou can and you will. Youā€™re always looking out for everyone. Here, itā€™s a nice imported IPA. Nice and cold. Have a drink and go relax. Some of your friends are here too tonight I think.ā€Ā Ā 
ā€œOh?ā€Ā Ā 
On cue, you turn your head to the group of them. When you and Sebastian meet eyes, you brighten visbly - all smiles. Heā€™s so caught up in it, he doesnā€™t even catch Sam next to him until he throw an arm around his shoulder and waves you over.Ā Ā 
You weave through the tables until you cross the threshold of their little hide-out. Abigail greets you first with a short sidehug before you go over to him and Sam.Ā Ā 
ā€œHey,ā€Ā Ā 
ā€œHi Sam.ā€ You pause, tilting your head. ā€œDid you cut your hair? Itā€™s shorter than usual.ā€Ā Ā 
Sam beams. ā€œI did! And youā€™re the first one to notice, other than my mom. Goes to show who my real friends are,ā€Ā Ā 
Sebastian nudges him, pulling away from his grip. ā€œI see enough of your face everyday. Thereā€™s nothing for me to observe.ā€Ā Ā 
ā€œIt looks nice,ā€ You add. Charming and genuine. Sam smiles at you.Ā 
ā€œThanks,ā€Ā Ā 
Sebastian is weirdly jealous until you address him in conversation. ā€œHey to you too Sebastian.ā€Ā Ā 
His heart thumps. This is ridiculous. He swallows. ā€œHey. Uh. How have you been?ā€Ā Ā 
Awkward. So awkward. You smile a little and lean on the pool table besides him with your drink, taking a sip. ā€œGood. Busy as usually getting ready for Winter. Renovated our coop recently so Iā€™ve got a whole bunch of baby bunnies I gotta take care of. Went and bought another heater, some extra hay. Just farm stuff. Not very interesting,ā€Ā Ā 
ā€œI find it interesting,ā€ He replies quickly. You lip twitches in a smile.Ā Ā 
ā€œIā€™m glad.ā€Ā Ā 
ā€œBaby bunnies sound so cute,ā€ Abigail adds. Sebastian glances at her as she joins the rest of them. ā€œWhat else have you got in there?ā€Ā Ā 
ā€œA little of everything. Chickens, ducks. Iā€™ve got a void chicken too, kinda freaky. Oh and these little dino looking guys.ā€Ā Ā 
Abigail looks bright eyed. ā€œWould it be likeā€¦ weird if I asked to go over? I kinda wanna see them?ā€Ā Ā 
You laugh. ā€œNot at all. I donā€™t mind. You could honestly go over whenever but itā€™s hard to navigate the farm if Iā€™m not there, though Iā€™m trying to fix that this upcoming winter.ā€Ā Ā 
You glance then at Sebastian, eyes almost sparkling. ā€œYou should come over sometime, too. Youā€™d like the void chicken I think. And Iā€™ve got a slime hutch.ā€Ā Ā 
Sebastian sputters at the obvious invitation only barely managing to cover up the shock to his system. You donā€™t seem put off, but itā€™s obvious you know what youā€™re doing. Heā€™s going to explode.Ā Ā 
Abigail and Sam make not-so-subtle eye contact before Sam clears his throat.Ā Ā 
ā€œWell, uh, me and Abi are gonna head out. Weā€™ve got some stuff to catch up on, but thereā€™s still a few hours until the saloon closes so you two should stay here and finish upĀ  our drinks and stuff. Uhā€¦ yeah. See you again,ā€Ā Ā 
Sam nods, quickly rifling for his things. Abigail follows in his foot steps.Ā Ā 
ā€œMhm, yep. See you,ā€Ā Ā 
Sam gives him one last encouraging look before turning around and leaving. The two of them scurry off in a blink of an eye, before Sebastian can get a single word in about the situation or tell them to stay. And now heā€™s alone with you, quietly wondering if itā€™s as awkward as it feels.Ā Ā 
Youā€™re the one to break the ice. ā€œDo you have anywhere you need to be tomorrow?ā€Ā Ā 
Sebastian blinks. ā€œUh no. Not really.ā€Ā Ā 
ā€œMe either. We should stay back then, for a little while.ā€ You offer with a shrug. ā€œWhy not, right?ā€Ā Ā 
Right. Sebastian is being really chill about this entire interaction. ā€œRight.ā€Ā Ā 
ā€œIā€™m glad I got to see you tonight,ā€ You say, out of the blue. Sebastian nearly jumps in his skin at the admission. ā€œIā€™ve been pretty busy with the growing season ending so I havenā€™t been you know, able to come by as often. I donā€™t know if it made a huge difference to you butā€”ā€œĀ 
ā€œIt did.ā€ He blurts out. Your mouth opens then closes again, a blush crawling up his neck as he tucks his chin in embarrassment. ā€œIt was uh, weird for me. I know youā€™re busy and I like my alone time but I didā€¦ miss you.ā€Ā 
ā€œYeah?ā€Ā Ā 
Heā€™s almost too afraid to meet your eyes. When he managesĀ  - youā€™re smiling fondly, sweetly with a sense of amusement. It rolls off of you in waves and it becomes clear to him in that split second that you donā€™t really intend to hide how you feel despite him being so hellbent on making sure he does. Youā€™re not hiding that you like him. It feels stupidly warm and fuzzy.Ā Ā 
You look like youā€™ve been working all day and you smell a little like grass and rain in a way that makes him want to draw that much closer to you. So he does, leaving into your space.Ā Ā 
ā€œYeah.ā€ He manages, barely getting the words out without being a complete wreck. ā€œItā€™s new for me.ā€Ā Ā 
ā€œAbsence makes the heart grow fonder or whatever they say.ā€ And then, even more sweetly. ā€œI missed you too.ā€Ā Ā 
Fuck. Youā€™reā€¦ fuck.Ā Ā 
Sebastian pretends to wipe something from his face just to cover it and make his blush less obvious. This is embarrassing. He likes you so much and for what.Ā Ā 
Thereā€™s a million things he wants to tell you but he canā€™t find the words for any of them. So he tucks in on himself and wonders how the fuck he would ever go about actually dating you.Ā Ā 
You inch closer to him. Tentative, until your thighs are touching. He doesnā€™t move away.Ā Ā 
Suddenly, youā€™re close to him than youā€™ve ever been. Looking from the corner of your eye, Sebastian turns his head to meet your gaze. Youā€™re an inch apart, and heā€™s looking at your lips - slightly chapped from the weather. The faint scent of alcohol on your breath makes him dizzy. Your smile is what does him in ultimately. A subtle tug at the corners of your mouth, a little teeth. Something about it precious.Ā Ā 
ā€œHey,ā€ You mutter.Ā Ā 
ā€œHm,ā€Ā Ā 
ā€œCan I kiss you?ā€Ā 
He responds with leaning forward to do it first. Itā€™s chaste and easy, and he does it because youā€™ve already taken so many first steps and he should, at least, take this one. So he leans into kiss you and it feels like his whole body is melting. Itā€™s brief and light and he pulls away before it feels like it should be over.Ā Ā 
You part for a breath, a single heartbeat - before your hands go up to cradle the side of his face. You kiss him deeper that time. A real kiss where he can taste you enough to know that you drank - one he would only want to do in the privacy of this confined spaced. He feels you in your entiretyĀ  - returns your gesture with a careful hand on your waist that you donā€™t pull away from.Ā Ā 
And it doesnā€™t stop. Like neither of you want it too, despite everything else. Despite the fact heā€™s doing this in the bar of his hometown where everyone will gossip about it without doubt, and despite knowing thatĀ  - the drive to kiss you is stronger than his usual sensibilities. So you kiss and kiss and kiss, short presses followed by long, firm ones. A slight brush of tongue, the soft nip of teeth as you tease and tug. All mirth and amusement and fondness and bravery and god he is so into you itā€™s ridiculous.Ā Ā 
You manage to pull away from each other after a while. His lips are tingly. And thereā€™s a sheepishness to you both that makes it hard for him to look your way.Ā Ā 
ā€œHey, Sebastian.ā€Ā Ā 
He clears his throat.Ā Ā 
ā€œUh. Yeah?ā€Ā Ā 
ā€œIā€™m gonna ask you out tomorrow. Properly.ā€Ā Ā 
He blushes. ā€œā€¦Iā€™d be cool with that.ā€Ā Ā 
You grin. ā€œYeah?ā€Ā Ā Ā 
Shit heā€™s happy. He is not gonna get a lick of sleep tonight. He smiles a little to himself.Ā Ā 
ā€œYeah.ā€Ā Ā 
.š–„” Ż Ė–Ėšā˜½Ėšļ½”ā‹†
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justwater4meeeeeee Ā· 10 hours ago
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hi water I love ur blog so much ur iconic šŸ«µšŸ«µšŸ«¶
lil non 3d related question, what role did u get in the nutcracker? (I honest to god can't remember if you've already answered sorry if u have šŸ„¹) and also will u be posting more dance pics? (not strictly of yourself, i know that can be tricky when you're trying to stay anonymous/low profile) just like in general costumes or stage props (??) idk i just love the whole ballerina aesthetic It's truly incredible the amount of effort and care you guys put into that sport!!! (same goes for skating it takes TALENT to do that shit ur so cool !!!!! šŸ˜­)
Awww you are so sweet thank you so much!! <3
I got the role of Clara (every time that I say it I get so excited because is such an honor interpreting that role)
You know what, yes, I thought nobody cared about those pictures but Iā€™ve been getting a lot of asks saying the same that they want me to post more ballet related pictures and I will do that, I have so many because I am obsessed so I take daily pictures at the studio lol or videos so I guess I will post more of them since people seem to like it and are a great add to my blog<3
I donā€™t take that many pictures skating because my coach is more strict so I only get pictures when my bf comes to see me and records me so Iā€™ll ask him to come more often to get some pics.
Thank you so much for all your kind words<3
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finniestoncrane Ā· 4 months ago
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my thing is, i want to talk to people. i want to be good at socialising. but i've never really had much practice, so i don't know how? i don't know how to carry on a conversation. it makes me nervous and anxious and makes my stomach hurt and it tires me out. i would love to have a constant back and forth. it'd be swell lmao
unfortunately. i cannot and it's confusing. i want to talk, but i can't. and i also don't want to? mental illness cocktail gets in the way
like earlier i was going to speak to people, i'd typed a couple messages out!! but i figured they wouldn't want to talk to me which is fine i know that's likely just the anxiety. so then i thought "i know, mitigate the risk!! i'll ask if people want to chat about a specific topic with me so they have to opt in" and then panicked because that would mean people would talk to me? which is what i wanted? LMAO
confusing and irritating, so i made a meme
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rollercoasterwords Ā· 2 years ago
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yeah u can put "i hate jkr" and "fuck terfs" in ur tumblr bio but. can u listen + reflect when a trans woman criticizes hp fandom without immediately getting defensive.....
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can-of-slorgs Ā· 7 months ago
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I'm personally blaming @starbiology and everyone who has reblogged or commented the other piece for this.
Bonus comic featuring my grundo:
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mintypsii Ā· 1 year ago
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watched usopp's little arc with defeating sugar and wow it took A LOT for him to turn back after running away to fight them again. but then later he finds out that she's awake and thinks about how he'll lose his memories of Luffy if he doesn't take care of her again, and IMMEDIATELY makes up his mind to shoot her from SO FAR AWAY?
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#i know what you are#IM KIDDING#ugh they all love their friends so much i hate this show (affectionate)#man seeing usopp's growth has been SO šŸ”„šŸ”„šŸ”„šŸ”„ā€¼ļøā€¼ļøā€¼ļøšŸ’šŸ’šŸ’#esp when it comes to his friends#he's one of the wimpiest on the crew but i still think he should get more credit for all his feats so far anyways#AND THAT ONE SCENE WHERE LUFFY WAS LIKE ā€œhaha dw usopp's there so it'll be okay!ā€ WHEN THEY WERE WORRIED ABOUT THE LITTLE PPL UNDERGROUND#and also when people were like yay god usopp saved us and luffy went ā€œi love when ppl say good things about my friends ^_^ā€ i love u luffy#the sweetie pies to ever#idk if i should tag this as ship cuz then lusopp truther in me wants to but then again u can take this as super strong friendship too#ugh whatever im just gonna do it i can be cringe and free also i wanna navigate lusopp stuff on my own blog too so#one piece#op#min watches one piece#dressrosa#usopp#god usopp#lusopp#usolu#teehee giggle i can do what i waaanntt#me when an army of oppressed people are dying and beggijg for u to save them šŸ™„šŸ˜®ā€šŸ’ØšŸ˜’#me when my BOYFRIEND has the potential to be turned into a toy by a little girl šŸ˜„šŸ˜¢šŸ˜¢šŸ˜°šŸ˜ØšŸ˜•šŸ«¤šŸ˜¦šŸ˜§šŸ˜­šŸ˜ØšŸ˜”šŸ˜”šŸ¤¬#im JOKIGNNGNG#not#ily usopp he still went back for them and that's what matters <33 also he was willing to lay his life down for them too so#ok enough
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madootles Ā· 1 year ago
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just discovered adventure time it's fun and weird
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sweetvalentinescandy Ā· 4 months ago
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grrriaanwwnananannn i tried to make a cool effect but its not really that cool
sorry fo the casual negativity but im going through the craziest art crisis ever and like im completely overhauling as much as i can from my old art style so all i have rn are doodles ahhhh its so frustrating but i feel like i should post somethin anyway just to make me feel better
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hermitcraftx Ā· 1 month ago
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just got a dm abt one of my posts and y'all please don't try and show the hermits (or any minecraft youtuber or content creator for that matter) my posts, i'm uncomfortable with it and don't want any of my posts shown to a cc. if they stumble upon it naturally that's unfortunate but i can live with it since i do maintag a lot (something i REALLY need to stop doing tbh i already know i need to make a tagging system just for my blog that wont clog results) but going out of ur way to show a cc is entirely different and something i am not comfortable with.
no hate to the person at all but even if i wasn't a little silly and weird with it sometimes i wouldn't be comfortable with it, i want my blog to be a purely fandom only space with none of the creators involved <3 please respect this
#which is imo how a fandom space should be#i'm old fashioned and it breaks the fandom etiquette rules i stand by#i ship and stuff and absolutely NO cc needs to be subjected to that please and thank you even if it's a non-ship post#not saying hermits and others cant hang out and interact if they wish hell no but like....#if you as any person with a following willingly go into a fandom space you have to expect to see some things you find weird#doesn't even necessarily mean ship just stuff the cc finds weird :v idk im not phrasing this right but like#the rule with shipping around any sort of media has been to keep it away and not show the creators anything !!! and thats fallen out#of practice the past few years with ppl getting more and more comfortable demanding boundaries and personal info from creators#which isn't right imo bc its like you're trying to see how much you can get away with. u want a guide on how to interact and social skills#which is... huh??? just be polite and keep anything weird away from them like what we were doing#some folks nowadays need ā€œpermissionā€ to ship stuff even from SHOWS and shit with no real people and its like wow... huh....#u need it to be canon?? u need everything told to u by the show?? wheres the imagination. the spirit.#the making of everything so far removed from what it once was#like that guy that played nick from heartstopper that had to be outed to play a gay guy. like#idk im so sick of the boundary fandom ppl in mcyt 'what if they saw and made it uncomfortable!! im going to show them!!!!'#you are making them MUCH more uncomfortable than i am by GOING INTO THEIR FACE AND DEMANDING THEY LOOK AT IT!!#AND DEMANDING BOUNDARIES N SHIT... CRAZY.... idk the hermits especially its weird to me bc clearly they understand fandom etiquette#and the dynamic im talking about. most of them understand that by going into fandom spaces they will see things they dont like#which is why a lot of them only like fanart and answer questions asked by fans. even on tumblr !!! where the weird ppl are!!!#they also all seem to understand they are playing characters (citing joel cleo and grian as examples) for their audiences#which is. smth the audience itself doesnt understand most of the time anymore. oh my god they all died in real life in hermitcraft season 8#idk hermitblr used to be a lot more okay with hermitshipping n then a bunch of ppl from other fandoms moved in and its all more negative#and makes me sad. idk...#i never meant for this blog to gain almost 500 followers i just wanted to make silly little ship posts and now im scared to#bc ive gotten hate and its.... bwugh.... tempted to remake blogs and make one thats very clearly just for me and a few weirdos#whatever i went off on a tangent in the tags as usual just pls dont show creators my posts even non-ship ones for this reason#jamies bad posts#talking in tags#serious posts#<- ig??? idk
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minamaybe Ā· 3 months ago
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comeback!!
hey everyone! <3 iā€˜m not sure if anyone remembers me but i used to be quite active here a few months ago - then life got in the way (i graduated and subsequently fell into a deep hole of despair and confusion lol) and i couldnā€™t keep up with this blog and this community. iā€˜ve really missed it tho and would like to come back to yā€™all again, and to re-awaken my love for writing that got lost somewhere between stress and heat exhaustion. iā€˜m really really excited to see what youā€˜ve all been up to <3
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c-kiddo Ā· 6 months ago
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Would you mind tagging your Essek hate so Essek fans can filter it?
respect and peace and love but i dont rly want to do that
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james-spooky Ā· 1 month ago
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#iā€™m bored i just wanna see how many words i can put in the tags like will it just keep going on forever or will they stop me like i know th#the tag limit is 30 ok so the iindividual tag limit is 140 characters thatā€™s actually so rude i wanted to keep going forever and see how lo#g this could be but i guess we can do this 30 times ok what the flip should i talk about hm i was playing the guitar today but i rage quit#ause the song was hard and hurting my fingers! ermmmmm it was sunny ok this is boring letā€™s think of more exciting things to type hmmm acco#ding to all known laws of aviation- jk iā€™m not doing the bee movie script but can you imagine i think that would be funny hmmmmm words i lo#e podcasts so bad thatā€™s a fact no one has ever know before my blog definitely isnā€™t all about audio dramas the people are definitely not a#ready aware of this jesus christ this is only the seventh one of these this is actually quite a lot of space i underestimated how much i ha#e to type btw thereā€™s probably spelling mistakes in here somewhere or autocorrect has been annoying but i cba to retype anything so i donā€™t#care lolllllllllllll how do you feel about oscar malevolent i feel a normal amount actually (lie) yk what i really miss sam and colin alrea#y like iā€™m actually not okay i really hope we hear from sam again in s2 and also colin ngl i hope ur in the computers soz or not dead miss#im like a bastard my paranoid it king ok erm im running out of things to say um heartstopper s3 was crazy good i cried lmao i love gay peop#e so much itā€™s crazy i hope it gets renewed for s4 i need to reread the comics lowkey and the books theyā€™re all so talented for being so yo#ng it scares me ngl !!!!!! the tmagp hiatus is getting to me slightly like february in reality is soon and not that far away for how podcas#ts go but seriously how am i supposed to live until then without knowing what happened. please colin be alive. ive only just realised i can#use fills stops. sorry thatā€™s made everything a bit messy. i shouldā€™ve been doing this before. whoops. anyways. hi mutuals i love you all s#much i hope you enjoy my rambles and shitposts cause i enjoy yours very much! never think youā€™re being annoying i literally donā€™t care be a#annoying as you want posts as much as you want i am ur biggest fan <3 im getting a bit fatigued from typing like my mind is blank basically#now itā€™s just turned into a. stream of consciousness but i donā€™t really have any thoughts to put here idk if weā€™re halfway ermmmm omg itā€™s#lmost halloween how crazy is that time is flying by i kinda forgot it was october lmao. itā€™s wild how itā€™s basically almost christmas. like#what. thatā€™s illegal. how is it wintertime again. what the flip. i miss summer already take me backkkkkkk. i hope my phone doesnā€™t crash or#smth cause iā€™ve not saved this as a draft and i cba to do any of this again. maybe i should save it. ok i will when i reach the next tag bc#ok it stopped me but iā€™ve saved it and holy jesus itā€™s a lot of text im just sat here giggling thereā€™s really no point to any of this other#than me being bored sooooooooooooooooo (imagine if i just did the letter o for every character wouldnā€™t that be crazy) so wait thereā€™s 140#haracters and 30 tags so whatā€™s 30 x 140. someone hurry. i havenā€™t done maths lessons in two and a half years iā€™ve forgotten everything wai#let me get the calculator app ok im back it said 4100 characters so. i dont know how many words that roughly is but its. a decent amount. o#what the flip why am i wasting tag space with maths. i hate maths. my screen time has been actually soooooooooo bad recently like damn some#one put my phone in a block of ice please joshua gillespie style. my mind is running out of things to say. do i talk about myself. im james#im 18 which is weird cause wdym im an adult go away. ive run out of facts. i love podcasts and procedural dramas that stupid firefighter sh#w is my life unfortunately. i think chappell roan should be the queen of england instead of king charles. i dont like having a king cause#ho needs men in power not me. ok um this is the last tag equal rights for all. yolo. the time will pass anyways! thank u boredom ok bye gn:
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bentacled Ā· 3 months ago
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it's been one day and im still pissed when will this end. season 4 had some neat assassination scenes but none of them shined as bright as the writers assassinating the characters like go off monarchs
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aroaceleovaldez Ā· 11 months ago
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obligatory intermittent post once again requesting more people make pjo askblogs. pretty pretty please. they're very fun I promise and askblogs are a dying species. i'm very sad that for like the past 6 years there's usually only been one or two riordanverse askblogs active and I'm one of them.
"but i can't-" there's options! text-based askblogs! illustrated/drawn-response askblogs! cosplay askblogs! voice acting askblogs! combinations of the above! whatever else your heart desires! get funky with it! getting funky with it is really cool!
also do your local askblogs a favor and send them some asks sometimes. here's a list of illustrated pjo askblogs I have curated, and a list of other formats of pjo askblogs. I'm also working on another list of general askblogs so if you have any other askblogs you should tell me about those ones too.
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