#not counting sebastian. i dont know that guy

[olberic]

dragon age ii game of all time. everyone’s so bisexual and so mean to each other. kirkwall is the worst place to live in the world for the widest variety of people. the maps are so repetitive. no consequences for being mean as fuck to templars. a guy calls you an opponent worthy of a duel then you can run around and use dirty tactics when fighting him. theres a grenade you can throw at the ground to bring ppl back to life. second game in the series to allow a threesome with two of the same characters. you get to wholeheartedly support blowing up the chantry. the whole thing’s framed as a story one character is telling obviously with his own embellishments. im not calling you a liar as the credits song. like really and truly no other game does it like this one does

[starlitiris]

Sebastian x Reader x Painter polyamorous relationship headcanons!! Omg!!

So!! I’ve thought about this a few times and really like the idea of a Sebastian x Y/N x Painter poly, and I haven’t seen anything for this anywhere!! Like at all!!! The people out there who are polyamorous or would only be poly with fictional characters are NOT BEING FED!!!!! But it’s a good thing you guys have me 😎

Also im gonna be so fr with you guys, i intended for this to have multiple sections like. “How it started” then “sleeping arrangements” then “love languages” then “jealousy” and so on and so forth but the “how it started” bit ended up being WAY longer than I thought it would be 😭😭 so this is going to be in multiple parts. And just so yall know before hand, in this poly yall ALL are dating. Youre with sebastian and painter, sebastian is with you and painter, and painter is with you and sebastian!!! YALL ALL ARE SMOOCHING!!!!!!!!!

With that all being said… ENJOY!!! AND MAKE REQUESTS FOR THIS AU BC I WILL VERY LIKELY DO THEM!!! HAPPILY!!!!! Ignore my shitass divider i just dont like having nothing there

Update: I made a part 2

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How it started:

So the way I’ve been imagining this going has you as an expendable. You get close with Sebastian first since you typically see him more often (unless you count Painter trying to trick you with fake doors or turret you but that’s when he’s trying to kill you so I’m not counting it ☝️). At some point, you and Sebastian start talking, and the more you see him, the longer your conversations get. You start to form a friendship! And he actually likes you! Good for you you achieved the impossible and made the angry traumatized fish man like your presence!!! So you and Sebastian become friends first since you see him more frequently in a non-hostile setting. Your friendship with Painter was a slower burn since you didn’t get to meet him in his room every run, but whenever you met with him, you would talk. Just like with Sebastian, the more times you saw Painter, the longer your conversations would be. He at least was able to like you faster than Sebastian did! You’re fun to talk to, and you really listen to him. And you were relatively quick to forgive him for hurting you on your runs, so he appreciated that. Eventually Painter would stop giving you a hard time with doors and turrets, and would even start following you from room to room when he could on the monitors by the doors. It made your time in the blacksite a little more bearable.

Sebastian would start to develop feelings for you after some time. He looked forward to seeing you enter his shop every run, or making little quips at you whenever you would inevitably get killed again by one of the site’s many dangers. His quips used to be harsh and ill-intended, but now they were friendly and teasing. You didn’t like getting teased for not hearing the wall dweller behind you or for accidentally falling into pits of lava, but you usually couldn’t help but smile while you rolled your eyes at him. You had developed feelings for him, too. That’s why you let him get away with it so often.

There was one day where you entered Sebastian’s shop, and he seemed… off. He was still smiling at you, but he seemed tired. Or… sad. It was a little difficult to tell, but you knew something was wrong. You tried to brush it off at first. You didn’t wanna push him to talk about it if he clearly didn’t want to, so you bought a few items and got ready to leave.

Okay, you couldn't help yourself. He looked miserable and it was worrying you. Before you left, you asked Sebastian if he was alright.

“Hm? Of course! I’m fine. Go on, if you stay too long they might start to get suspicious,” he joked, trying to divert the attention off of himself.

You weren’t convinced. But if he didn’t wanna talk about it, you weren’t about to press him on it. You learned the hard way that pushing him to talk when he wasn’t ready wasn’t a good idea. So you turned and began to kneel down at the vent.

But then he called your name.

You stopped, standing up again and turning to face him. He paused, unsure if he should continue. But then he confessed.

He confessed to falling for you. He told you he knows you probably don’t feel the same way, but god, was he in love with you. He said he felt like an idiot for letting himself get this attached to you. He apologized because he knows you two were supposed to be against each other, and loving you only made things more complicated. It made things harder than they already were.

He said he was sorry for falling in love with you.

Then you said you loved him, too.

He seemed surprised. He never would’ve expected you to return his feelings- I mean hell, look at him. He was a giant shark, fish, whale, snake… thing. And he was mean, and in a lot of ways, emotionally unavailable. Who could fall for someone like him?

Well… obviously you, of course. But he didn’t understand why. Quite frankly, though, in this exact moment, he doesn’t care. He’s just happy. Relieved. And then he’s sad again, even as you hold his hand and caress his cheek. You’re feeling the same way he is. Happy and relieved, but sad knowing that this unfortunately doesn’t change the fact that the world has pinned you against each other.

You stay for a while, but eventually, as always, you have to go. You kiss him on the cheek before you leave. Later on, you meet Painter again after he finds you on the cameras. You tell him about your interaction with Sebastian, and he’s happy for you! But sad, too. Sigh… if only there was a way they could escape and bring you with them 😔💔

Omg Painter just had the best idea ever they could escape and take you with them!!!!! He proposes this idea to Sebastian first. You could keep helping them to gather research while you keep “trying to retrieve the crystal”. And after you all stalled for enough time, boom!!! You could just ditch the place and escape with them!!! It was true that overtime, you were getting a lot better at avoiding dangers. You made it a little bit further into the blacksite with almost every run. Sebastian and Painter knew that eventually, you would likely be able to escape with the crystal. So… in order for this plan to work… youuuu would kind of have to purposely fail until you could all escape. Sebastian didn’t like that. Honestly, neither did Painter. But it was the only plan they had that they believed could work.

You didn’t necessarily like the idea either when they proposed it to you, but you agreed. Dying sucked, but escaping and dooming your best friend and now-boyfriend to die was significantly worse. You knew you couldn’t just stay in Sebastian’s shop or whatever, cause if you never left, Urbanshade would definitely suspect that something was up. You were all honestly surprised that they let you stay with Sebastian or Painter as long as you did sometimes already. But you couldn’t stay. So! Dying over and over until you can escape it is!

Things continue exactly as planned. You gather as much research as you can for Sebastian, you die in between rooms 80 and 100, and you repeat the process. Your evolving relationship with Sebastian was going great throughout this. Your relationship with Painter was doing just as great, too! He was always so excited to see you!! Any chance he had to be with you, he would jump at immediately. At this point, you were seeing him more often than you were seeing Sebastian. Not that you minded. You enjoyed Painter’s presence just as much.

Painter started to notice that he felt… fluttery? When you were around? When you looked at him, when you joked with him, when you complimented his art- hell, even just THINKING about you made him feel all fuzzy and weird. Odd! Wonder what that’s about.

Finally, Innovation Inc gets back in contact with Sebastian, and all three of you are able to escape together. Sebastian found a way to disable your PDG, and you helped to get Painter out of his cage to bring him with you.

Innovation Inc gave you three a temporary room to stay in while you got things all sorted out with them. You specifically requested that you all sleep in the same place. At long last, you could finally snuggle with your boyfriend and sleep in the same bed. Or- nest. Of blankets and pillows. It was still comfortable. You and Sebastian both agreed that you didn’t want to be apart from Painter if you two got to be together, so he was there, too. None of you minded.

Innovation Inc agreed to build Painter a body so he could move freely on his own, and do other things he wanted to experience. It would take a few months for that to happen, but it was worth the wait. While you all waited for Painter’s body to be completed, he was brought with you and Sebastian everywhere you went. He watched the way you two held hands, kissed, hugged, and cuddled. The way you would lovingly tease each other, comfort each other, and say “I love you” back and forth.

He wants that. Painter realized that he wanted that. He wants what you and Sebastian have- he wants to be part of it. He wants to hold your guys’ hands, join your hugs and cuddles… kiss you. He wants to be able to gently pet you both when either of you wake up from a bad dream. He wants to hold you and tell you both… he loves you.

Painter loves you two.

Painter’s body was finished. Sebastian was helping get him connected to it, making adjustments here and there as needed. You were somewhere else in the facility finding things to celebrate this momentous moment with. Not that there was much at your disposal, but you were hoping to find something. This is something worth celebrating!

Painter watched Sebastian analyze his wires, cables, joints, and so on – really wanting everything to be working right. Painter was really excited about his new body, don’t get him wrong. But after his recent realization… all he can think about is you and Sebastian. All the things he wants to do with you, all the things he wants to say to you…

“I love you, Sebastian.”

He just blurted it out. He didn’t want it to be a secret anymore. He knows Sebastian has you, and you have Sebastian, but you both needed to know. He needed you to know.

Sebastian looked up at Painter’s screen, eyes wide and processing.

“You… what?” Sebastian was admittedly a little stunned.

“I love you. Like… you know… not just platonically. I think I’m in love with you,” Painter continued.

Sebastian really didn’t know what to say. While realizing what Painter was telling him, he felt… conflicted. A lot of thoughts and emotions swirled around in his head- there was too much going on for him to grab a thought, latch onto it, and put it into words.

Painter took his silence as an opportunity to continue and explain himself.

“And it’s not just you. I… I think I’m in love with Y/N, too. I love you- both of you. And I know, you and Y/N are together already, and I’m just… here. And maybe I shouldn’t even be telling you this, but I didn’t wanna keep it to myself anymore. Now that I’m saying it out loud, it kind of sounds selfish- and maybe I am. I don’t know… I just… I still wanna be your guys’ friend! I hope this doesn’t, uh… ruin what we all have going for us. I just… love you. A lot.”

Painter had finished his confession. Sebastian took it all in, word for word, rolling it around in his head to process everything. Painter’s feelings, his feelings, and what this meant for all of you. It took him a moment, but eventually, he responded.

“I love you, too,” Sebastian said, an undertone of sadness present in his voice. “Both of you.”

Painter went from being surprised, to being happy, to feeling immense dread and guilt and like him and Sebastian were probably kind of betraying you at the moment. Painter asked Sebastian what the hell they were supposed to do about this, and apologized for making everything so complicated.

Sebastian said, “Let’s just tell them. They deserve to know, regardless of what happens.”

His ear fins flicked, drooping low beside his head. He felt just as guilty as Painter did.

A few minutes later, you enter the room with a smile. You tell the two that you couldn’t find much, but you had things set up in your shared room! Then you stopped smiling. They both looked… sad. Sort of like dogs that knew they did something wrong and were about to get in trouble for it.

“Wwwhat’s going on…?” You asked.

And they explained. Painter started, admitting to you that he had fallen in love with both you and Sebastian. Then Sebastian took the stage, explaining to you that he returned Painter’s feelings. He said he still loved you just as much, and he wouldn’t be telling you this if he could avoid it with a sound conscience, but you deserved to know. He couldn’t look at you the entire time he spoke.

You stared. You processed. You thought.

And you laughed.

You laughed hard.

The two were confused. FLABBERGASTED. Why the hell were you laughing? Was this a bad laugh? Laughing at how absurd this was before you yelled at them for putting you in this situation? What the fuck is wrong with u????

You wiped away a tear as you tried to calm yourself down.

“I- I’m sorry-” you said through your giggling. “It’s just… I feel the same way! I’m in love with both of you. God, I felt so guilty when I realized I loved Painter, too, but now?” You laugh again. “Oh my god! We’re so stupid.”

Silence. Jaws on the floor.

Then Sebastian snorted.

And he laughed as well. “What?? Are you fucking serious??”

You told him that yes, you were serious. You both kept laughing.

Painter was still in shock.

“Wh… so- this WHOLE time… we all just… loved each other??? All of us???”

“Apparently!” You added.

Eventually, the absurdity of the whole thing had Painter laughing, too. You all felt pretty goofy for worrying so much, only to have you all find out that ALL the feelings were reciprocated.

When the laughter finally came to a halt, Painter asked a really good question.

“So… what do we do now?”

“Well… “ you started. “We could technically just… all date each other. That’s a thing some people do.”

“We could?” Painter asked with excitement. He had never even considered that.

“Huh…” Sebastian thought aloud. “Never thought I’d be the kind of guy that’s open to polyamory, but I like that. I think we could make it work,” he grinned, looking down at Painter to wait for his thoughts.

Painter smiled widely.

“Yeah!! Yeah, let’s do that!! I’d love that!” He exclaimed.

And with that, you were now in a polyamorous relationship with Sebastian and Painter. Sebastian had finished making sure Painter’s new body was put together the way it should be, so you all went back to your shared room to celebrate.

To celebrate Painter’s new body, AND your new relationship. And later that night, Painter was finally able to cuddle with you and Sebastian while you slept – even though he doesn’t exactly sleep the same way you two do. It was still very, very nice to have one of his fondest dreams come true.

And now that Painter’s body was finished, soon enough Innovation Inc would have a remote safe house ready for you three to live in on the surface. Painter couldn’t wait. None of you could.

You were finally getting your happy ending.

[notjustjavierpena]

I dont know if its Father’s day where you are but Happy Father’s day to Hubby Javi!!

Father's Day (Drabble)

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost | Support a disabled creator

A/N: It's not but he sure appreciates you reminding me! In other words, I threw this drabble together just for you. Spot a little reveal in there!

Summary: Join Hubby as father's day comes to an end.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (no y/n)

Tags: Domestic, pregnant reader, fluff, allusions to smut, Javier being called Daddy

Word count: 725

Father's Day

As the day is coming to an end and the weather starts cooling down outside, Javier drags his favorite garden chair into the center of the back porch so he has an overlook of the garden. He settles into the chair with a contented sigh, feeling full from the fantastic dinner you served half an hour ago, and in his hand, he twirls and rereads the card he received during his breakfast. 

It’s a handmade card full of glitter and dollops of messy glue, each of his children contributing a drawing but also a joint message telling him that they love him. Lucas has drawn a picture of them all, complete with a depiction of the growing belly on you as you carry his twin girls, while Inés has drawn a heart with a stick-figure family inside it and one of her famous butterflies. Javier’s eyes had practically sparked at the realization that even Sebastian had added his mark with a few colorful lines and squiggles.

He looks up with a smile and observes Sebastian babbling in a kiddie pool that you’ve set up next to him. His one-year-old is splashing happily in a swimming diaper, trying to figure out how things seem to stay afloat despite his efforts to drag them under the water. 

Javier’s two eldest children are playing tag on the lawn. They’re barefoot, speeding across the grass until their pant legs are covered in green stains and dirt but they look so happy as they take turns to chase each other.

Lucas pauses for a moment and decides to hide behind a bush when he sees Inés is distracted by a ladybug on one of the trees and seems to forget that she has to run from him. He pants with excitement and exhaustion at the same time, waiting patiently for her to start her search for him. 

“Got you!” He shouts triumphantly when she runs past his hiding spot, jumping out and capturing his baby sister with a grin. She squeals with laughter as she tumbles to the ground, the sound echoing through the garden and settling in Javier’s chest, warm and comforting. She regains her composure, animatedly dusts herself off like she’s seen in cartoons, and then she’s off again and Lucas adapts his speed to match her. Lucas is so good at making her feel confident and seen, Javier thinks to himself, if only he knew that being an amazing big brother is paying off because you’ve looked at a dog for his birthday in August, a two-year-old beagle from the local shelter. 

You step out onto the porch, immediately bending down to check the temperature of Sebastian’s water, and only when you’ve made sure it’s not too cold make your way to your husband. You lean down to kiss him, a hand on your pregnant belly as you do it, and Javier stretches his neck to meet your lips in a soft peck. 

In your free hand, you carry an already-opened Corona beer. You hold it out for him and he carefully sets the card down on the side table to take it from you. 

“Thanks, baby, you spoil me,” he says gently. He sits back and takes a long sip in the scorching summer heat. Then he rests the bottle on his thigh, “Still don’t think I look like him… the guy in the commercials.”

“Yes, you do. Happy Father's Day," you say fondly and kiss him once more, this time a little longer and enough for him to want to wrap his arm around your waist. 

"Thank you," he replies, placing a gentle hand on your belly instead as his eyes are filled with love for you. "I can't believe how lucky I am."

“Just wait until you realize what I have planned for later,” you tease with a knowing smile, “It’s going to be all about Daddy tonight. I’m showing you how much I appreciate everything you do for me and the kids.”

“Tell me more?” His interest is definitely piqued. 

“Not in front of the baby. It’s not appropriate,” you tease.

“Come on.”

“Use your big brain,” you laugh softly, “I’m giving you a blowjob, you idiot.”

A grin spreads across his face and while still staring into your eyes, he shouts across the garden, “C’mon, mijos (my children), it’s time for bed.”

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[moonshynecybin]

@tartquez here with a mermaid Marc au question but only if you want to! ✨

After he does his deal with the devil to turn his tail into legs in exchange for his voice, are there any particular shenanigans you think (mute bambi-legged) Marc would get up to?

scream if we ARE doing the full little mermaid with mute marc, he would SO annoyed that he cant talk everyone around him's damn ear off omg... hm i like him talking/being irritating…. im gonna let him keep his voice. for this the witch fucks up his arm or smth.

so marc gets his legs (wildly traumatic experience), passes the fuck out on a piece of floating decrepit driftwood like that first scene in pirates of the caribbean, and gets rescued by vale's crew (cele sulking moodily in the crows nest like uh GUYS? when he spots marc. who is of course naked and gleaming in the sun like a piece of gold.) and the academy boys pull marc's body limp from the sea, and when marc wakes up it is to the loose shirt and rakishly raised brow of the famous captain valentino rossi... literally like THE guy who he got legs for (in all universes marc starts doing dangerous stuff bc he sees vale doing it when he was younger and falls head over ass in love w him lol)… and he has to think up a cover story QUICK

of course as we know, vale is the most curious man alive. so when this hot (weirdly familiar.....) mystery man is deposited on the deck of his ship two weeks away from any land with no clothes, no nearby ship wreckage to explain his presence, and seemingly no memory whatsoever, hes like okay. you can hang for a bit until i figure you out. at least until we get to land— but you also have to make yourself useful :) (in my head he’s so charming about this offensive even if he’s like. implicitly threatening marc a little lol) and marc gets bored easily so i think he folds himself into the crew p fast after that… there are scenes of immediate flirting (marc comma shameless and BOLD. hasn’t really figured out the clothes thing). there are scenes of marc not knowing how to use a fork because he is used to using his sharp teeth and nails to simply rend sushi to shreds. there are scenes where pecco and luca pull out their fiddle and flute for the crew at the end of a long day of raids and the marc stares at them like hes under a spell because they dont have that kind of music under the sea. there are scenes of marc being deathly afraid of the ocean because he cant swim now (thrown in as a prank and vale rescues him ? perhaps ?). there are scenes of marc being surprisingly, viciously good at sword fighting (makes vale even MORE suspicious... like okay he is definitely not a two bit merchant deckhand lol) and them shirtless and sweaty in the hot sun spending hours trying to get one over on each other. marc staring at fire like hes never seen it before. him and celestino pranking crewmembers. an ache in his chest when he thinks about alex. counting his toes because they’re WEIRD and learning how to PEE and learning how to JACK OFF. and most off all falling harder and faster than he thought possible and vice versa... truly nothing vale likes more than a surprising little puzzle who is obsessed w him, even while theres a voice niggling in the back of his head that the alien way marc cocks his head and stares rings more like a shark than an amnesiac sailor...

UNFORTUNATELYYYYY for vale and marc, part of the reason marc excels at sword fighting is because marc IS the prince of the mermen or whatever the fuck. and his spell has a two week time limit to find true love before his arm (getting weaker every day) is permanently FUCKED (really bad when you live in the ocean or simply lead the kind of life marc marquez does) and he has to slink back home to papa marquez and all the boring, safe trappings of being royalty (PAUSE: santi is sebastian. thank u). so alex shows up trying to bring him back, but marc doesnt want to go (starts 2 become guilty about foisting this on alex) and cant swim like this anyways (scar on his arm getting bigger comma. new legs), and then vale CATCHES THEMMMM talking late at night when everyone else is in bed and he remembers all the stories about sailors being dragged to their deaths (true. lol) and remembers the glittering flicker of marc's tail after he pulled him from the sea twenty years ago and all of his suspicions at marc’s ability at violence. and then its a huge fucking mess.

[verysanebsdfan]

My favs x bday!reader

Saiki Kusuo (the disastrous life of saiki k), Muichiro Tokito (demon slayer), Killua Zoldyck (hunter x hunter), Neuvillette(genshin impact), Dazai Osamu (bungo stray dogs), our!Ciel Phantomhive (black butler) (seperately) x bday!reader

Synopsis: them with s/o who has birthday, how they celebrate, what do they do etc.

MASTERLIST!!

Notes: IT'S MY BDAY GUYSSS!!! I honestly wanna go back to being a little child, but oh well, i still have a few years. probably contains grammatical errors but oh well. not proofread. Am I happy with it? no. Am I gonna publish this? absolutely. i also wanted to include Bram Stoker from bsd but my brain was blank and i had no ideasss :((

cw: none i think?

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Saiki Kusuo:

Would not make you a surprise party, but i feel like he would buy you your favourite cake, pastry, sweets, snack...just something that he know would make you happy. Nothing extravagant, just an average present, from an average guy. It's the thought that counts<3 Would like to spend some quality time with you, but if you wanna hang out with friends or spend time with family, he doesnt mind. He would make sure everything goes smoothly and you would be safe tho<3 Prolly wouldnt make a big deal out of this...It is just birthday after all, but he loves to see you happy soo<3

Happy birthday y/n...i hope you like the (favourite dessert) i got you

Muichiro Tokito:

It really depends, if you are a demon slayer, you would maybe have private training session, and a cute lunch on a break. Now if you aren't a demon slayer (condolences) he'd make time for you'd watch clouds together, eat lunch and spend some time together, but he is busy so... :( I bet he was smiling teh rest fo teh day though :3

Look...that clouds looks just like (favourite animal)...happy birthday y/n...i love you

Killua Zoldyck:

Thinks celebrating something like an anniversary of your birth is stupid :3 Would definitely ask Gon for gift ideas<3 Now, if you are helping Gon find his dad too, I feel like you two would end up having a play fight of a sort? Yk, to train your nen:3 But if you dont, or its already some time after the og plot line, he'd take you on a date, and give you choco robots! Tease you a little too!

look at yourself, in a few years, i wont even be able to call you a baby :3 is it just me or youre even more beatiful? must come witha age:3 Happy Birthday silly:3

Neuvillette:

Humans celebrate the anniversary of their birth? Why? He asks, why celebrate being even closer to death. It scared him...your death...It's so close, yet so far. When you explained him that it's to commemorate your past years, and celebrate what's to come. he understood, after all, humans have only finite amount of years to live, so he was going to make yours the best possible. He would clear up his schedule, or at least try. He would get you flowers and then he would take you to a romantic dinner to the finest restaurant in all of Fontaine, and then to a romantic walk by the shore, to watch otters (:3) He hopes many of these so called birthdays of yours would come.

Mon amour...we should do this more often, not only on special occasions...I love you so much...and these..."birthdays" only remind me of...future without you...

Dazai Osamu:

My man will ask you to commit double suicide i am not even joking. Honestly would either not gaf about your birthday or would be really attentive and romantic and i cannot decide.

Would you be willing to commit double suicide with me, on this important day? *smack*

our!Ciel Phantomhive:

It's not like i am lazy to write, but it's really hard to think of anything okay. I believe you would have tea party. A lot of Earl grey tea, a lot of sweets...and chess or other board games. You will just spend quality time with him...and technically Sebastian too, since he will be tending to your needs, and preparing all the food :3

Happy birthday dearest, i hope the cake is to your liking, i had Sebastian prepare it out of the finest ingredients

[receivedhope]

i love kurt/ofsky but dave was never the “perfect boyfriend kurt deserved” because there are SO many weird dave things that make him just about the worst possible option for kurt - i think even with sebastian he could have had a healthier relationship than with dave.

starting with the absolute biggest reason imo - dave tormenting and physically assaulting kurt since (presumably) freshman year. even though dave definitely has an arc and becomes a well adjusted individual, i dont think kurt should be expected to simply get over that - yes, he forgave karofsky because he’s pure of heart, but he is allowed to forever resent dave a little bit for that. (which, btw, i think he does. kurt is very forgive but never forget)

dave is also really bad at respecting kurt’s autonomy. the locker kiss, while without a doubt included as an example, i think gets zeroed in a lot compared to dave’s confession in heart. i think the confession is … not less forgivable, but while i could make a case for the locker kiss being an equally low moment of dave’s (not to negate the fact that it does absolutely count as sexual assault) the confession is supposed to be this big sign of dave working through his issues and improving as a person.

… but he obviously knows kurt has a boyfriend yet still chooses to court him leading up to and then confessing on valentines day.

i think that shows a great lack of consideration for kurt and is entirely motivated by dave’s own selfishness - not unlike the locker kiss or assaulting him. it is awkward for kurt and dave being so pathetic about the rejection is not a good look either imo. i honestly wonder how that scene wouldve continued to unfold if that random guy from dave’s new school had not cut their reunion short (even though dave is about to leave by that point - still).

there is also this really interesting, more psychological bullying we get a glimpse to after the locker kiss - dave winking at kurt in the cafeteria in the substitute and limp wristing at him in furt. i’m not even sure myself what exactly i think about it and how to word it yet - it’s just so fascinating to me.

and to top it all off - dave is a particularly good actor/liar in front of parents, teachers and peers alike and is able to obfuscate his motives. though that’s why kurt’s ability to see through him (especially in PQ) is commendable, imo.

and while there is a lot of discussion around blaine being weird for dating karofsky, i also think it is weird for dave to date blaine. the kurt hummel fan club comes to order …

IDKKK LOL i just love that he gives something to me to chew on in my head. i love dave hes weird as fuck.

[sdv-confessions]

there are people keep saying sebastian is a loser while alex is some popular kid just because they look like the stereotypes of nerdy emo kid and a jock. saying this with whole my heart as a male alex liker, but sorry, you are wrong. sebastian didnt go to college but he managed to self taught coding and getting money out of it is fucking impressive. he has his own motorbike, and he has a group of friend who love and support him. he is pretty direct with his emotions and struggles once you get to know him on a certain level. and as for alex, this boy only has one friend (two, if you count emily in if thinking about the fact that he knew her through haley). he wished there were more girls in the town, but he never directly went out to talk with them besides haley,like boy what are you doing, but i kinda understand given how george was not much of a good figure good is not nice remember folks. alex did have a job, but it's more like a side gig given how his ice cream stand only open in summer and only in a certain time. and the fact that he tried to uphold his tough persona instead of opening up to anyone except dusty and the farmer, who accidentally caught him being sad, or how only after marriage he said that he never had many friends and didnt know what to do if the farmer didnt come here. that boy is a loser more than sebastian! but i love him for that <3

they are like "well sebastian lives with his parents" as if he didnt have a plan to move out. and not just him, there are many townies who are adults still live with their family like sam, shane, penny, haley and emily live with their parents before those two went travelling, etc, even his sister maru. and not to mention in some cultures, its normal to stay with your parents until you get married, hell, some households even have 2 or more generations living together. and living alone? in this economy? no fucking way my siblings in christ, saying this as an atheist

ok i know its getting too long but i also dont like how the fandom saying that alex is only good with male farmer and dismiss his sexist views towards female farmer at the beginning by saying it was because hes gay, given how there are gay men who are very misogynistic in real life. we all saw how george was when you married alex as a guy, and if you think deep enough, homophobia and sexist usually go hand in hand. like dont you look at me and tell me that peepaw doesnt have at least a sexist thought once. its good for both of them to grow out of it with both female and male farmer, but i think its worth mentioning that in male farmers route, we get to understand why alex turned out like that, as usually you would reflect some of your parents or caretakers behaviors, whether they taught it to you or you mimic them unintentionally. so i dont like anyone who hates him making alex being sexist as an engraved trait, he changed! he apologized and grew out of it later. also people who post character hate in their tags im watching you when you sleep if anything, pierre should get a fair share of hate for being sexist towards abby and caroline too, but i dont see people talk about it enough like how he acts towards the farmer and their products and stuffs

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[moonferry]

ISMHO CHAPTER 5: THE PICNIC

OH MY BOYS. i have been thinking about this chapter for DAYS. and its finally time to share it with you all eehehhe. this one is a bit longer & may seem confusing at parts. in the beginning, there is a text conversation happening between sam and star. sam's dialogue will be BLUE while star's will be ORANGE :)

as for warnings.. i dont think there's any. just some pining (like. a Lot of pining) and them being silly little guys :))

HOWEVER i will warn you of possible eyestrain, as there are bright colors on THIS version. if you would rather see a different version, please read the ao3 one which will be linked below!

sam's appearance is based off of the amazing art by nicoleknives on tumblr and the sam's new mullet mod by bugboybehaviour on nexus, as well as personal headcanons. star's appearance is ofc my design LOL. you can find more about him over at @stars-mischief

summary: sam tells star about his chat with kent, star suggests they do something to celebrate, the two have a picnic and began to unravel the complicated web of feelings they have for each other.

word count: 5509

ao3 link: here

other chapters: chapter masterlist

as always, its beneath the cut~ enjoyyy

After Sam’s chat with Kent, he found himself pulling out his phone, and, before he realized it, found his thumb hovering over Star’s contact. He couldn't quite explain it, but something compelled him to tell Star about his conversation with his father. He took a deep breath before typing and sending a small: 

Hey..

To Sam’s surprise, his phone lit up a few seconds later - resounding with a faint ding. He glanced down and saw Star had sent a reply. 

heya, sam!!

what's up? :) 

Despite not expecting Star's fast reply, Sam smiled at the screen. He quickly typed up another response. 

I took your advice. 

Ding

which advice? 

I give out a lot of advice, haha. :P

Sam rolled his eyes, though his smile widened. Star was always fun to talk to and Sam found he really enjoyed his jokes. Plus, Sam was especially happy after talking with his father…which reminded him of why he was messaging Star in the first place. 

Haha, very funny. -__-

But, to answer your question, I talked to my dad.

Ding

ooh~~. 

well.. how’d it go?

Sam pursed his lips together. It went well, didn't it? He felt much lighter than he had before - though, he still felt guilty about how things played out. He still needed to apologize to Sebastian, Sam was sure of that, but he wasn't sure how. He'd have to think more about it.

Good, I think? 

We…we talked things out. 

We both had a lot to apologize for. 

Ding

I see.. well, i’m glad things worked out!~

A few seconds later, another ding.

ooh! i know

let's do something to celebrate. 

Sam raised an eyebrow, confused. That was another thing about Star, Sam realized. He was always cheery and, even though he had more crazy ideas than normal ones, Star did care about his friends. He wanted to ensure they were appreciated and enjoyed doing things for them to - as he put it - “Celebrate the small victories” and to “see the beauty in everything”. Sam admired his optimism. As Sam was lamenting, his phone lit up once again.

Ding

but uh.. i don't have any ideas >_< 

what do you think? 

Sam pursed his lips once again - trying to think of something. Eventually, an idea popped into his head and he drafted up a response. He chewed on his lip anxiously, his thumbs hovering over the send button. Eventually, Sam took a deep breath and allowed his finger to press it - sending his message. 

Hmm.. how about.. a picnic?

He waited. It was agonizing almost. A strange nervousness ate away at Sam, a feeling that wasn't calmed as he continued staring at his screen. He watched as the “delivered” soon turned to “read”.

Why am I so nervous? Sam thought to himself. He rubbed his hands against the fabric of his jeans - they had gotten quite sweaty in the few seconds Star’s three bubbles - signifying he was typing a response - bounced and disappeared. It’s just Star.. You hang out with him all the time. 

It wasn't any different, right? Sam reasoned, however doubt crept in the back of his mind. If that was true, why did it feel .. so.. He couldn't quite place the emotion. It was strange; Sam felt both clammy, uncomfortable with sweat and soft, like he had been wrapped in a warm, fuzzy blanket. Ultimately, he decided, it was simply confusing - but.. he wasn't opposed to it. 

The longer he tried to decipher his feelings, the more he over-thought his message. Sam had suggested the idea, but suddenly it caused a wave of embarrassment to cross over him. He hoped Star didn't think it was weird, he supposed. That's all he was worried about - right? Nothing else. 

Sam took a nervous, shaky breath. Just as he debated deleting the message or sending another to try and rectify the situation, another ding resounded from Sam’s phone. 

a picnic, huh? 

that sounds fun~

A small breath of relief slipped past his lips - one Sam hadn't realized he was holding. 

hehe. i'll be over in a few minutes, okay? 

save me some snacks!~ 

Sam locked his phone with a satisfying click before slipping it in his pocket. He still felt rather nervous, but quite happy, too. It would be nice to take a moment to relax - especially after how stressful the day had been. Hanging out with Star would be a bonus. Star was always fun - even if they weren't doing anything special - and Sam always found himself feeling… brighter, in a way, after he spent time with Star. 

Sam paced around his room, trying to calm his nerves and make a plan. He made a mental checklist: he would need to find a picnic blanket, a basket, and the food items. That shouldn’t be too hard, Sam thought to himself, Right? One issue that remained was this: Sam had no idea where any of the picnic supplies were. Luckily, however, he knew just the person who did. 

“Hey, Mom?” Sam called out, peering around the corner and into the kitchen. 

“Yes, dear?” Jodi called back - her voice rising to be heard over the sound of running water. 

“Do you.. know where the picnic blanket is?” He responded, walking into the kitchen and scratching the back of his neck. Jodi raised an eyebrow and turned to face her son. 

“You're having a picnic?” She asked, drying her hands on a nearby towel. She spoke once more, “Are you trying to impress someone?” 

“Hah.. very funny, Mom,” Sam replied, a dry chuckle leaving his lips. Even though he knew Jodi was joking, Sam felt embarrassed by the teasing. Though, he didn't understand why he felt embarrassed. He shook his head and spoke again, “But, for your information, no. I'm not trying to impress anyone.”

“I’m just going to meet up with Star,” Sam explained, shrugging. He continued, “He gave me some good advice earlier and.. I wanted to thank him.” 

That was another thing about Star: he appreciated the thoughtful things. Whether it be gifts or quality time, as long as someone put genuine thought into it, Star would appreciate it. Sam knew that, too. He also knew that he did want to thank Star - he was grateful for the help Star had offered and thought this would be a nice way to repay him. 

“I see.. Well, in that case, the blanket is in the hallway closet,” Jodi answered with a small smile - a knowing, motherly smile - but she did not press further. Instead, she simply opened the fridge and grabbed a small container of strawberries. She turned back to Sam and placed them in his palm before adding, “Give these strawberries to Star, would you? They're his favorite.” 

Sam nodded and took the container into his arms. He didn't think too much about Jodi’s comment and moved to gather the picnic blanket, a small basket to hold the items, and any other snack items they may need. 

Afterwards, he thanked Jodi once more before turning to head outside. Before he got the chance, however, Jodi called out after him.

“Oh, and Sam?” Jodi called out, causing her son to glance back at her. Sam raised an eyebrow and Jodi simply replied, “Have fun, honey.” 

Sam smiled at his mother, nodding at her words. He turned back around and walked out the door - the picnic basket and blanket resting over his forearm. Jodi smiled to herself. She shook her head with a small chuckle. Jodi liked all of Sam’s friends and - even if she often complained about the noise - genuinely enjoyed it when they came over to practice. She liked Star most of all - he was sweet, thoughtful, and offered to watch Vincent more times that she could count. She also liked how Star was respectful - both to herself and Kent.. More than anything, however, she liked how, whenever Star was around (or even brought up), Sam seemed.. Happier. More like himself, in a way. It was nice to see Sam this way and Jodi just wanted the best for her son. 

…

Sam took his phone out for what might’ve been the umpteenth time - anxiously checking the small clock at the top of the screen before glancing around to see if Star had arrived yet. 

Maybe he changed his mind, Sam thought sadly, a small breath slipping through his parted lips. Before his thoughts could spiral any farther, Sam noticed a brightly colored blob bounding towards him: the soft pastels of Star’s hoodie appearing almost luminous in the harsh sunlight. Sam nearly had to shield his eyes. 

“Sa-aam~,” Star called out as he approached him, a wide smile spread across his lips. When he finally reached him, he practically launched himself, quickly wrapping Sam into a tight hug. Sam was used to this, as this was how Star greeted pretty much all of his friends, and sat the basket down to avoid crushing it. Star was very tactile and enjoyed giving his friends physical affection. 

“Hey, Star,” Sam replied, chuckling as he returned the man’s enthusiastic hug. 

“Sorry I’m late,” Star apologized. A small frown formed on his face and he added, “I had sand in my shoes.. So I went home to change.” 

“But uh.. I guess I got sidetracked,” Star spoke once more, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish chuckle. Before Sam could process Star’s statement, the man was speaking once again. 

“Anyway, I’m here now~. Let’s go have a picnic!”

“Oh, yeah. That reminds me.. I brought this for you!” He pulled away from the hug and began frantically searching through his hoodie pocket. After a few seconds, he pulled out a small box - now crushed from being in Star’s pocket. Inside the box was a bar shaped, maple frosted donut (or that’s what it was supposed to be, anyway. It looked like nothing more than a pile of frosting that vaguely resembled a maple bar). Star inspected it, though his brows furrowed together as he noted its condition. He spoke again, “Well.. It looked much better when I bought it..” 

“Don’t sweat it, alright?” Sam replied, taking the crushed box and placing it in the picnic basket. He smiled at Star before adding, “It still looks edible to me. I mean.. I once drank a Joja Cola from the bottom of the lake.” 

“You did not,” Star responded, a mixture of shock and amazement crossing his features. His face contorted in concern and he continued in a whisper, “Did you really..?”

Sam held up his hand and nodded, “Scout’s honor.” 

Star grimaced and shook his head - as if trying to clear the image from his mind.

“It wasn’t as bad as it seems - honest,” Sam said, moving to defend himself. “It wasn’t even open when I found it.” 

Star rolled his eyes, though a small smile spread across his face. A few seconds passed and Sam cleared his throat awkwardly, motioning to the basket. 

“Well,” He started, crouching down to pick it up. He looked at Star then motioned to the forest. He spoke once again, “Should we go?”

Star nodded enthusiastically. Then, it appeared as if an idea popped into his head.

“C’mon,” Star instructed, taking Sam’s hand and tugging him along the path. He explained further, “I know the perfect spot. You’ll love it.” Sam raised an eyebrow - skeptical - but he did not question Star. Instead, he simply followed along, allowing himself to be dragged by Star’s hand. 

Sam’s curiosity was the only thing that pressed him onwards - he followed along as Star guided the two of them into Cindersap forest. However, a small part of his mind wandered; thinking about the warmth radiating against his palm or the soft press of Star’s hand against his own, which were rough and calloused from practicing guitar. Star’s hand also seemed to fit snugly in Sam’s hands. It felt.. Nice, Sam decided. 

Sam was abruptly pulled from his thoughts as a low hanging branch collided with his face. He grimaced, letting go of Star’s hand before rubbing the bridge of his - thankfully intact - nose. When he looked back up, they were now in a part of the woods he had never seen before. Part of him wondered how Star knew it existed, the rest knew enough about Star not to question him. Star had a way of finding strange things - it was almost as if the supernatural followed him around. 

In spite of Sam’s confusion, he was still rather amazed. He glanced around: it was an open, nestled between towering trees. There were several large stumps scattered around, as well as a small pond delicately placed in the center. It was beautiful - peaceful, too, though it could be argued that it was due to the company. 

The two spread out the picnic blanket, though it stirred up a large cloud of dust, causing the two men to erupt in coughing fits. Sam wondered if the blanket had been used at all (or at least in the last twenty-four years). After the dust cleared, Sam carefully smoothed the blanket over the firm ground, then the two sat down. 

Sam rifled through the basket - bringing out an array of things he knew both he and Star enjoyed: sandwiches, some Joja Colas, some chips, and lastly, the strawberries Jodi had given him earlier. Star’s eyes lit up as Sam placed the container down. 

“You brought strawberries?” Star asked, eyeing them intently but making no move to take one. 

Sam nodded and replied, “Yeah. My mom.. She suggested it, actually.”

“She said they were your favorite,” Sam explained further. He reached into the basket and pulled out some chocolate sauce. He held it up mischievously before adding, “And, because I know you, I snuck in some chocolate to dip ‘em in.” 

“Really?” Star asked, surprised. He hadn’t expected anything like this - especially something as thoughtful as Sam going out of his way to sneak in something extra. He was touched, to put it simply. He was typically the one who gave out thoughtful gifts, so receiving one - especially from people he cared about - was a change. A nice one, however. He pursed his lips together, trying to tell if Sam was serious. He spoke again, “I can really have some of these?” 

He handed the sauce to Star and pushed the strawberries closer, saying, “Go ahead. I know you like them.” 

“And.. besides,” Sam said, a sheepish smile spreading across his lips. He continued, “I wanted to thank you for the advice. It.. it was really helpful.” 

“You don’t have to thank me, Sam,” Star said, shaking his head. He continued, “You would’ve done the same for me.. That’s what you do for the people you care about, right? You give them advice… or make ‘em laugh, or give thoughtful gifts.” 

Sam nodded. As Star’s words sank in, Sam found himself smiling. Star would know that better than anyone, he supposed. Star was always doing things like that - caring for everyone around him. It was something he and Star had in common. It was also one of the reasons he admired Star, Sam realized. 

“True,” Sam replied with a small shrug. He continued, pushing the container of strawberries closer to Star, “but I still wanted to thank you so.. Enjoy them, alright?” 

Star smiled, and happily took a strawberry - practically drenching it in chocolate before biting into it with a faint but crisp crunch. Sam looked at him and felt the familiar warmth he’d grown accustomed to. It always seemed to find him whenever Star was around (Sam wondered if it came from Star, like the mysterious light that he’d sometimes emit - another thing he learned not to question, as Star never seemed to notice it). He hadn’t intended to stare, but seeing Star happy tended to draw him in. Unfortunately, this also means Sam noticed as Star dropped some chocolate onto the side of his cheek..

“Star,” Sam said, a small chuckle leaving his lips. He pointed at Star’s face and explained, “You uh.. You dropped something.” 

Star looked at him, puzzled. Sam pointed once again, explaining exactly where it was, yet Star couldn’t seem to find it. Eventually, after several failed attempts, Sam shook his head

. “Here,” Sam offered, “let me help you,”  Without thinking, he extended his hand and carefully rested it against Star’s cheek. He brushed his thumb against the chocolate - wiping it up. 

Okay, Sam, he thought to himself, you should move your hand now. His brain screamed the command at him, though he felt his chest tighten. 

His hand did not move. His thumb remained glued on the curve of Star’s cheek, as if the scattered constellations of freckles formed a black hole - drawing Sam’s hand in, keeping it firmly in place. 

Star looked up at him, a confused look on his face, and Sam found himself absolutely mesmerized. He inched slightly closer and looked at Star’s eyes - really looked at them. They were a dark, stormy gray, though Sam swore he saw an almost purple gradient or even the faintest glimpse of constellations. It was like looking into the night sky, only this time, the sky could look back. 

“Wow.. Your eyes look..” Sam spoke breathlessly, his voice teeming with awe. Thousands of words came to mind: beautiful, gorgeous, ethereal, astonishing, magnificent. 

“Gnarly,” Sam continued. Gnarly? Sam mentally facepalmed. Come on, Sam, you had all those options and you chose…

“Gnarly?” Star asked, a laugh slipping past his lips. He raised an eyebrow, a teasing tone filling his voice, “You think my eyes are… ‘gnarly’?” 

 His face flushed red in embarrassment. Sam gave a sheepish chuckle, “I guess that was pretty dumb, huh?” 

“No,” Star replied, shaking his head. He looked at Sam and a soft look spread across his face. Star continued, “I thought it was… cute.” 

Sam felt his cheeks heat up once again. Star cleared his throat, motioning to Sam’s hand - which was still holding his face. 

“Right, sorry,” Sam mumbled, quickly moving his hand away from Star’s cheek. He tucked it into his jacket pocket, even more embarrassed than he had been previously. 

The two sat in silence - finishing off the rest of their picnic. Sam tried to ignore the tightness in his chest or how his breath would hitch in his throat everytime he glanced at Star. 

After they had eaten the contents of the basket, they carefully packed up the empty containers and set it off to the side. 

“This.. this was really fun, Star,” Sam spoke, turning to his friend. He continued, “So, uh.. Thanks. I needed something like this.” Sam was having a nice time - he felt relaxed, much calmer than he had during the show, but there was also an uneasy feeling in his gut; a fluttery one, that was warm, welcoming, too, but confusing. He almost didn’t want the afternoon to end. 

As if reading Sam’s thoughts, Star piped up, “Well, it’s only three P.M., right?” He pursed his lips together, thinking. Star continued, “I don’t have anywhere to be..” 

Sam mentally checked his calendar - he had called off work for the show, so - now that he thought about it - he also had nowhere else to be; no plans, no Morris breathing down his neck, no floors to mop, absolutely nothing. Not for another hour, that is. Another hour he’d willing spend with Star. He replied, “Huh.. Neither do I..” 

“Then.. let’s stay here,” Star suggested. He looked around at the peaceful environment - noting how, despite how empty it felt, Star felt happy. It was beautiful: the tree’s lush with greenery, the spring breeze gently swirling around them - carrying the smallest hint of a floral smell from the seasonal plants that Evelyn was growing in the town square. 

He looked up and noted how clear the sky was (save for a few clouds that were gently floating into view). Star remembered something he had learned: clear skies represented hope and endless possibilities. He glanced back at Sam, wondering if he was thinking about this, too. 

“Just for a little bit longer,” He clarified. Star took a deep breath, turning to face Sam fully before adding, “Okay?” 

“I’d like that,” Sam replied, a soft smile spreading across his lips. He asked, “So.. What should we do?” 

Star pursed his lips together, glancing around for something they could do together. He looked up once more - an idea popping into his head as he did so. 

“Let’s go cloud gazing.” 

Star brushed off the blanket beneath him before laying down. Sam quickly followed suit - having to scoot closer to Star to ensure they both fit comfortably on the blanket. They glanced at the sky and took turns naming shapes the clouds resembled. 

“That one looks like ice cream,” Sam said, pointing at a round, fluffy one. 

“It does not,” Star retorted, a small laugh slipping past his lips. He shook his head before adding, “I think you’re just hungry, Sams.” 

He reached his own hand upwards, pointing at one that was shaped like a half circle, surrounded by a cluster of smaller clouds and resembling a scoop of ice cream. He spoke once again, “Now.. That one looks like ice cream.” 

“They are really beautiful, though,” Star mused, a small, content sigh slipped past his lips. He lowered his arm - draping it across his chest.

“Yes,” Sam replied, though he was no longer looking at the clouds. He looked at Star - who was mere inches away from him. The man’s light blond waves neatly framed his face and fell in a pool against the blanket - appearing almost like vanilla icing. Sam’s eyes scanned Star’s pale face, watching as Star’s eyes closed contentedly. He noted how the freckles, once again, scattered and dotted every inch of his face - as if they had been carefully picked to accentuate Star’s unique nose. A Greek nose, Sam recalled, mostly flat, though curved slightly near the end. It suited Star, too,  as if all his features were being held together by this one aspect. Sam continued, “Yes they are.” 

Star glanced over in an attempt to see which cloud had caused the shift in Sam’s voice. When he noticed the man staring at him, Star gave a chuckle. 

“Dude, why are you staring at me?” Star asked, reaching over and playfully shoving Sam’s face back to the sky. He added, teasing in his voice, “You’re missing all the awesome clouds.” 

Sam let out a small, sheepish noise, though he looked away - mumbling a small “sorry”. The two resumed looking at clouds, Star enthusiastically pointing at shapes and Sam nodding along. 

After a while, Star lowered his arm - laying it next to him on the blanket. As he did this, his fingers brushed against Sam’s. Star glanced down, surprised by the sudden contact. He hesitated for a moment; simply waiting to see if Sam would move his hand away. When he didn’t, Star was overcome with a small wave of courage. He slowly inched his hand closer, allowing his fingertips to graze Sam’s hand. 

Sam looked down but made no motion to stop Star. Instead, he gave a soft, welcoming smile in his direction. Star took a deep breath before placing his hand on the back of Sam’s hand. Sam glanced at him, then down at their hands once more. After a few seconds of consideration, Sam flipped his hand over - gently intertwining Star’s fingers with his own. 

Star looked at their hands - his black painted nails resting ever so slightly against Sam’s knuckles, his ring pressed against Sam’s skin in a way that had to be uncomfortable. And yet.. Sam made no attempt to move away. 

Star then glanced up at Sam, carefully taking in the details of his face: slightly tanned, textured skin - covered in acne and various other scars (likely from skateboarding), a faint dusting of stubble across his chin. His eyes trailed upward, noting the gray hue of Sam’s eyes - or was it green? Star couldn’t tell. Perhaps it was both - and the messy tufts of his mullet, hastily dyed and reaching the edges of Sam’s shoulders. Maybe it was the spring air, or the dimming light of the growing afternoon, but Sam looked… breathtaking. Absolutely breathtaking. Star felt a small lump form in his throat and swallowed harshly. He shouldn’t be thinking about Sam - not like this.  Sam was one of his best friends. Star didn’t want to ruin that. Yet… a small part of Star’s mind - his heart, too - wondered if that’s all he’d be. 

He bit his lower lip, debating internally with himself. Eventually, Star turned his head to face Sam. 

“You know,” He called out, causing Sam to look in his direction. Sam raised an eyebrow - waiting for him to continue. Star gave a soft chuckle, recalling the interaction from mere moments ago. He spoke once more, “You’re pretty ‘gnarly’, too.” 

“You really think so?” Sam asked, tilting his head. That meant a lot - Sam felt like he had done nothing but embarrass himself this whole afternoon. It didn't help that - despite assuring his mother he was not trying to impress anyone - he found himself looking to Star for approval. 

“Yes,” Star replied with a nod. He inched closer, looking Sam in the eye. Sam watched, his amazement returning once again, as Star’s eyes appeared full of miniature galaxies. It was absolutely mesmerizing. Star spoke once more, “I do.”

Sam did not respond. Instead, he - seemingly unthinkingly -  reached his free hand out and rested it against Star’s cheek, mirroring the same gesture he'd done earlier. This time, however, Star placed his own hand on the top of Sam’s, wrapping his fingers around it and brushing against it with his thumb. Sam wasn't sure what it was yet, but a feeling inside him stirred. It urged him to move closer, to close the distance between the two of them.

Sam inched closer - slow, agonizingly slow. Eventually, when their faces were mere inches apart, Sam carefully brushed his thumb across Star’s lower lip before speaking, “I think I want to kiss you.” 

“Is.. is that okay?” He asked, not moving any closer until Star responded. A small gasp - surprised and breathless at the close proximity - left Star’s lips. His cheeks flushed at the question, but something inside him also stirred. It was clawing against its confines in his chest, threatening to break free. It urged him closer. Star’s heart was racing, the sound almost rhythmic in his ears. Hope and endless possibilities, Star thought to himself, Remember? He took a deep breath. 

Star nodded and responded, “Yes.” 

The distance between them closed once more: inches, to centimeters, to millimeters, until there was no more space to close. Sam gently lifted Star’s face, tilting it ever so slightly (to avoid their noses crashing together) and connected his lips with Star’s own - careful and slow, as if one of them would shatter if they moved too fast. 

Star allowed his eyes to flutter shut - leaning against Sam’s gentle touch. Electricity coursed through the two of them. It was as if small lighting strikes danced across the skin of their lips. It felt soft, too - like laying your head against a cloud. Underneath the softness, there was an ache; a gaping maw of yearning that had been slowly prying itself open, threatening to swallow them whole. There was also hunger: an insatiable beast that, after months of starvation, was receiving a feast, a beast whose wants neither of them had acknowledged - until now, that is. 

Sam’s mind filled with sweetness; ripe strawberries, vanilla flavored chapstick, and even the faintest hint of chocolate. That was the only way he could describe Star - sweet. An aching, tooth rotting sweetness. He adored it. In contrast, Star had thoughts of savoriness; crisp Joja Cola, smokey maple, and a faint, beachy saltiness. He was enamored by it.

The two parted, their faces flush with embarrassment. It had only been mere moments - a few seconds, at most - but it felt much longer. 

“Wow.. that was..” Star started. He paused, looking for the word to describe it. Eventually, he found one and replied, “Gnarly.”

“Oh, shut up,” Sam whined, rolling his eyes at Star’s teasing. Star laughed, though he apologized. - throwing up his hands and mumbling “sorry, sorry”.

To show he wasn't actually upset, Sam shook his head playfully and responded, “You aren't going to let me live that down, are you?”

“No,” Star answered, shaking his head in a light-hearted manner, “No I am not.”

“You're awful,” Sam laughed, playfully pushing Star away. 

“Samson, How could you!” Star replied as he gave a dramatic gasp. He rolled off the picnic blanket, sprawling out on the grass next to it..

“You're so dramatic,” Sam teased, Sam stood up, rolling his eyes at Star's antics and walked over to him. 

“Yeah, right,” Star scoffed, though he stuck his hand in the air and added, “Help me up.”

“Alright, alright,” He grumbled, reaching his hand out and attempting to pull Star to his feet. Instead, however, Star pulled Sam downward - causing him to land on the ground next to him. The two erupted into a fit of laughter. 

Star beamed - revealing his toothy grin once more and causing Sam’s heartbeat to speed up. Something about the expression made Sam’s head spin - perhaps it was the rarity of seeing Star’s smile, his true smile.. Or maybe it was because of Star himself, Sam wasn't sure anymore. 

The two remained like this -  no longer laying on the blanket, but rather beside it - for some time. It felt nice; peaceful, even. Like it was always meant to happen. Despite his parents faith, Sam had never been certain about “fate” - aliens and UFOs, sure, but fate.. It always eluded him. Perhaps a small ring of doubt in his mind chose not to belief in fate, had chosen not to get his hopes up, because of his father’s constant absence or the constant worry he might lose him. But, looking at Star, Sam thought differently for once. 

If fate is real, Sam thought to himself, then I’m glad it allowed us to meet - even if nothing else happens. I think I could be okay with that. He was glad to have Star in his life and genuinely adored their friendship. Maybe, just maybe, Sam was beginning to realize he adored Star, too. 

Before he could think deeper about it, his phone buzzed -  snapping him out of his daze. He reached for it, quickly checking the time. 

. It was now four in the afternoon, which meant he should be helping Jodi set up for dinner. Sam groaned and pushed himself into a sitting position.

Star looked at him, confused. “What’s up?” He asked, sitting up and tilting his head in Sam’s direction. 

“I promised I’d help my mom with dinner,” Sam explained, a barely noticeable frown creeping across his features. He stood up and began gathering the picnicking supplies. 

“Well, I guess we should head back, then....” Star stated, following Sam’s lead and standing as well. He dusted off his jeans, though he noticed they appeared slightly grass stained. Sam nodded, motioning for Star to lead the way. 

The two exited the secluded area of the woods and began walking towards town. They chatted - mostly rambling about random topics or laughing at each other’s jokes. 

As they approached the front door of 1 Willow Lane, they each found that they were reluctant to say goodbye. They hesitated, hovering outside the door, yet Sam did not enter. Eventually, it was clear Sam needed to go inside. 

Star turned to face Sam, looking slightly sad. He spoke first, “I guess you should go inside, huh?” 

Sam nodded and lifted his foot - attempting to climb the stairs. Before he could, however, Star grabbed his wrist and called out…

“Sam, wait.” 

“Yeah?” Sam asked as he turned back to face his friend, slightly confused. He raised an eyebrow before adding, “What’s up?”

“This was,” Star started, his breath slightly shaky. He gulped harshly and tried to find the words. Eventually, he took another breath and continued, “Really fun.” 

He continued cheerfully, “Thanks for inviting me.” 

“Anytime,” Sam replied, nodding in agreement. It was fun, wasn’t it? Today’s events had been an emotional rollercoaster - from the anger he had felt, to the guilt, then the relief when he finally talked to his father, and now… this. But, Sam found that he felt much lighter, too. He always enjoyed hanging out with Star - even if he did tease him about his poor word choice. 

“I’ll see you around?” Star asked, finally letting go of Sam’s wrist. He watched him approach the door, Sam’s hand hovering over the doorknob - as if he was considering something. 

Sam nodded, a soft look crossing his features once again - sort of a half smile, his lips curling up at the edges. 

“I’d like that, Star.” 

With that, Sam twisted the knob, slowly creaking the door open and stepping inside. Star watched - waving the entire time. When it was clear Sam was out of view, Star turned and headed home.

[yoonmetogether]

Get to know your mutuals

hiiii @moochii-daisies thanks for tagging me!!! this was really fun! sorry for the lack of grammar tho

what's the origin of your blog title? it's kinda corny and i sometimes think of changing it but i'm lazy lol basically just incorporating my fav yoongi nickname and making it a play on words i guess?

favorite fandoms: army, atiny once upon a time i was a hooligan lol

OTP(s)/shipname: sebastian and grell (from black butler)

favorite color: pink

favorite game: honestly? club penguin oh and that card game 'spit'

song stuck in your head: there's so much going on up there i don't really know lol today it was everybody mad and yesterday it was that creepy tiptoe thru the window song idk

weirdest habit/trait? i constantly talk to myself. and if i'm outside i'll pretend to be on the phone so no one thinks im nuts lmaoo

hobbies: writing, reading (when i have the brain capacity), hiking with my dog, singing

if you work, what's your profession? I’m a substitute for elementary school students. I dont think im going to branch out to any other grades bc unfortunately where i live there are higher risks of firearm incidents in middle/high schools 🙃

if you could have any job you wish, what would it be? a singer and/or vocal teacher historian, museum curator

something you're good at: oversharing making lattes/mixed drinks

something you're bad at: being on time

something you love: my dog and kitty aka my children markiplier's editor - (also just markiplier in general he's endlessly funny. one day at work i was watching him play that supermarket game and when things weren't going well he went "this is a poopy day! what a shit ass poop ass day!" i had to go hide in a corner for ten minutes to laugh i'm laughing just thinking about it im immature as hell)

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: bts' origin story lol other history related things

something you hate: fascist governments, maga all these fucking ads everywhere like there's an extra $3-4 fee to not see 5 minutes of ads every 10 minutes on a service that already costs $8-12???? i guess i'll be indefinitely paying for youtube premium because i cannot be without my youtubes fuck you capitalism and forced consumption that goes for you too tumblr !!! something you collect: rocks

something you forget: everything. i have the memory of a gnat on acid

what's your love language acts of service

favorite movie/show: movie - spirit: stallion of the cimarron (idk if hamilton counts lol) tv show - new girl and family guy

favorite food: bibimbap if i could eat that every day for the rest of my life i would but i can't cook for shit nor can i afford it lol

favorite animal: my top 3 are elephants, cheetahs, and pigs lol

are you musical? yes! i went to an arts school for vocal music and did musicals from age 6-13. i don't miss the competitive environment but i do miss performing and singing pretty much every day

what were you like as a child? i was an only child with undiagnosed adhd and not a lot of friends im gonna leave it at that

favorite subject at school? history

least favorite subject math

what's your best character trait? i've been told that i give good advice and perspectives on issues and that i'm caring and understanding

what's your worst character trait? umm i get triggered easily when i feel left out (i have unresolved trauma okay im working on it) ((there's that oversharing))

if you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be? that i finished cleaning out my car

if you could travel in time who would you like to meet? my great-grandmother bc not only am i named after her but she was also born almost exactly 100 years before me and i want to show her everything i found out about her through the research i did for my undergrad thesis project like some stuff none of our family knew about but i was able to discover

aaaaand on an entirely different note, brendan frasier on the set of the mummy

recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love) first thing that comes to mind is Kanalia it's just so perfectly written and beautiful like the angst and tension is paced so well i wish my memory could be erased so i can read it again for the first time i'm actually about to go reread it now

i'm gonna tag @ot72025 @polarnightmyg and @glossdebut ! but no obligation to do it!

[honeyxmooncalves]

💘 One week til Valentine's Day! 💘

I was wondering if you could answer these questions about yourself AND your MC Dorothea!

What would be your ideal Valentine's Day date? ❤️

What is your favorite flower? 💐

What is your favorite candy? 🍫

What is your favorite love song or poem? 🎶

If your Valentine gave you a stuffed animal, what creature would you hope it would be? (For me, I'd pick a sea lion!) 🧸

I hope your week went well, Valentine! 🥰

Hi, thanks so much, I cant wait for the great reveal so i can actually thank you properly, also sorry I didn’t respond sooner, my life is a little hectic rn. Anyway..

Moi

I think my ideal valentines date would be anything kind of spring themed, probably a picnic, quite relaxed and happy. +food cos im a big back

My favourite flowers are probably any kind of wildflower cos theyre JS SO PRETTY - but specifically english bluebells cos they always remjnd me of spring and spending time with my family and my birthday because where i live in around late mayish they are literally EVERYWHERE and they make me so happy because all the dead leaves from winter which is depressing are replaced with beautiful flowers - and also i always used to run through them with my sister when we were little.

My fav candy is lindt for chocolate and giant strawbs for sweets cos i cant decide between choc and sweets.

My fav love song might have to be Butterflies by Tom Odell feat AURORA, but idrk what counts as a love song it could be smt else I don’t know maybe je te laisserai de mots

Poem - any of Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s love poetry

Soft toy- a bear or a duck or a pig (guys pls dont judge me i was obsessed with pigs when i was little and i dont wanna say goodbye to younger me so i put it down here)

Dorothea

I feel like she’d do anything if shes spending time with sebastian - though probably not a replay of the catacombes- she’s totally wanna go berry picking and then sebastian can actually teach her how to properly bake afterwards and then they have a hectic baking session- (that ramble was so fueled by delusion by the way )

Her favourite flowers are forget me nots- no but why is their name so wistfully beautiful like arghhh it gives me poetry vibes

She’d probably like smt like fudge or coconut ice

I don’t know any victorian love songs so lets just say the Romeo and Juliet 1968 theme song cos wow that’s beautiful. Also why is romeo actually such a drama queen like he says omg rosaline is the love of my life ill never get over her basically and then like two hours later hes saying to juliet lets get married. Bro make UP ur mind. Oh ye and why do they literally get married a few hours after they met. I guess they learnt their lesson the hard way. Sorry for another ramble.

Poem - the one by tennyson that goes along rhe lines of ‘if i had a flower for everytime i thought of you i could walk in my garden forever.’ Oml

Soft toy- if she were in this day and age she’d have the whole collection of bunny jellycats. Every one i swear.

Thank you so so much for this lovely ask, itwas so fun to answer, i hope you have a nice week and HAD a nice week too. Xxx 🥰

[crimsonicarus]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

tagged by the lovely @hungriestheidi <3  thanks for the tag love!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

19 works counting some anonymous fics I've done

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 

105,189 words!!!!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

actively only for F1 but i have also written for Football rpf and inception

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

A certain something in the middle (Charles/George/Pierre)

Landos George (Oscar/George)

The holding of hands and the breaking of glass (Sebastian/Charles)

Wrong Number (Max/George)

I don’t know how not to love you [And i'm fine being ignorant] (Pierre/Charles)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! and I'm very fast at it lmao. I try to answer every comment as I really appreciate people using their time to leave commentary! sadly i am not good at coming up with good responses as I'm usually just overwhelmed by how kind every comment is

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I would say It's called: Free fall, just because I did let a lot open to interpretation, I think all my fics have a closed ending or something that lets you know I will go back to them. This one is very much open, None of us knows what happened to Toto, and I'm not sure if i was obvious enough highlighting that Lewis was god. Aside from that maybe Honey please try to love me as it is an unfinished work that started and ended with a break up

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Either I don’t know how not to love you [And i'm fine being ignorant] or A Fever You Learn To Live With (Nico/Jenson) The first one because its a getting together and its just soft, the second one is an established couple coming to terms with stuff and accepting mortality, it was cute

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not so far! all my comments are super kind and i love each one of them

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

porn with plot!

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

So far no crossovers, unless you count me throwing drivers from different eras and making them "friends" on my greek myth au (the only place where you will see nico rosberg and mark webber casually dropping Fred's Vesti and Jack's Doohan names)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that am aware

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I translated one of my fics from english to spanish! honey please try to love me is available in spanish and english

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Im currently doing it! my dear @hrhgeorgerussell and I have some georgierre going on, that thing barely has a chapter but haunts me daily

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

I'm a multishipper, and especially what i do is taking my fave guy and shipping him with everyone so i can get more content, I dont have a favorite ship of all time, but i have some fave guys that i just love reading

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

The piano instructor Lestappen fic, it was cute until i started lowkey hating lestappen (? so now i cant touch that fic nor read anything with them 

16. What are your writing strengths?

Imma go with dialogue, @readingbythestreetlights usually points it feels natural, and ive started to see that too, I like how conversations flow on my works,

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

constancy? especially for my series.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I feel like it needs to be obvious, or have an obvious meaning. I usually end up finding it a bit problematic for readers so never do it? (i did it once for french but it wasn't that much)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

inception, Arthur/Eames if we re being specific

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

the entirety of my loving a god is only a tragedy if the god does (not) love you back but the first part, Once Upon a Dream may be my fave out of the three already posted

Tagging: @hrhgeorgerussell, @readingbythestreetlights, @63historian, @raewritesf1, @mars-mystic, @maxcuntstappen

[starpiastri]

For your ask game: 3, 10, 11 and 29. :)

hello!!!! thank you for the asks!!! i’ll put them under the cut just cause i start rambling hehe

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

normally my answer would be good men die too verse but i was rereading still here like a cheap threat last night #guilty and i think it has to be her.

i threw a lot of my own situationship feelings into it and so it feels like my baby. the fact that it was also received well also like validates that? also also that it was my first proper ‘canon’ compliant fic and i often struggle with those so i was glad people liked it:)

10. What work was the quickest to write?

now if we aren’t counting my anon works (specifically because they come to me as a vision and i write it in the early hours in a sleep deprived daze) it would probs have to be jupiter! writing sewis is always a joy to me i wish i did it more

11. What work took you the longest to write?

hmm crush took the longest!!! baby’s first au i really wanted to get all the details right. but in reality it’s also probably also devil i know, i had it in my drafts for like a month untouched

29 Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

He can see his fingers twitching, like Sebastian wants to pull Mark’s racesuit towards him, the loose material scrunched in a fist. The line between a kiss and an uppercut is defined by where you put your hands.

inspired by get him back by olivia rodrigo and kiss with a fist by florence and the machine, i think this is very sebmark, especially with all their hand holding pictures.

but also!

They’re probably going to die out here, but Sebastian’s falling asleep, and he’s mumbling against Mark’s lips, I love you I love you I love you I love you, so honestly, it doesn’t really matter if they did.

MY hopeless romantics doomed by the narrative. especially loved the comments that were like DONT LET THEM DIE. i’m so glad u like these guys as much as i do.

thank u for the questions

[mysticonsheadcanons]

Me: that was surprisingly easy, now the last round Sariels it! *runs off silently but fast as she starts counting and runs into Proximas room unseen by the other three* I hope it's alright that I hide in here, there isn't many places over in this direction *opens and shuts the closet door when I go in and goes up against the left wall, blending in perfectly with proximas spare uniform* dont tell anyone I'm in here Proxima! This trick worked several times before! 😆

(Meanwhile)

Barrage: Yeah, 3 year old me was alot smarter than alot of kids my age, so when I was told on my 3rd birthday to not lose either the necklace or the bracelets, I kept it as safe as I could, never taking them off for the longest time

Esmerelda: Yup, indeed

Isaiah: *still struggling to get the slime out of my hair* Esmerelda don't tell me you used the most sticky kind you could find!! 😩

Esmerelda: okay then, I won't 😜

Barrage: *giggles* I've done that one before, there was even one time I scared the boys in my friend group so badly with with a horror movie, they always went EVERYWHERE in pairs, one of them even suggested that they watch one of mine, I think it went something like:

*flashback to how the movie thing went*

Nolan: yo guys, let's watch one of Barrages horror movies 😏

Jake: yeah sure, after all, how scary can it be? 😆

Jason: first one to stop watching the horror movie has to wear a chicken costume to work tomorrow! 😆😜

Sebastian: oh you guys are on! 😜😆

*hours later when the movie gets finished*

*everyone looks at eachother*

Jake: *looks at Nolan with a scared facial expression* Dude...walk me to the bathroom...😰

Jason: why did the movie have to end with a murder in the bathroom...😰

Sebastian: who else nearly...you know...while watching that...😰

Nolan: I think we all did...😰

*flashback finish*

Barrage: after they all ran out scared I was crying laughing! 🤣😂 I warned them a million times not to watch it but they said they were brave enough to watch it, long story short, they weren't! 🤣😂 they were so paranoid for so long that it was really funny! 🤣😂 I was crying laughing for days on end! 🤣😂

QUASARLA: (Laughs) I know a spell that might help. Naivara loved playing with anything sticky. (Does a spell to help remove the slime)

PROXIMA: I'll keep it secret. I'll be leaving soon anyway, but I'll be careful no one's outside when I leave.

NAIVARA: (Hides behind some rocks right outside the academy)

TONY: (Hides in the kitchen)

[notafunkiller]

Plus i dont know who fact check this new article(lookomg at it nobody)but i would actually love to know when they officialy start daiting. This article say December 2022 but earlier one from this year(different magazine) say that as they claim was the real timeline of rs say that they start dating in May 2022, also what about this pic of them from February from LA bar that some 'fan' took but didnt show anyone for 2 months and only then send it to deux what fall perfectly with the announce of aw and pine brake up in March. I also saw some article where 'sources close to aw' say she and pine broke up way before March. Like what is happening, cant they stick to one time line? But yeah the article look super fake, as it was bought, and from what i saw people magazine is not a stranger to post bought articles for celeb/ yeah people magazine can get the dates right, its like they dont look on any other magazines to see what other people write to dont post different dates. Whats funny is that they wrote about robert bday in may 2022 and aw and seb kiss there, but they somejmhow count the rs since december 2022 even when other magazines mention may and count from that date(to be honest we never had even a month when this rs start i even one time saw on twitter shippers make mistake and wish them happy 1 year on two different dates like months apart since even they dont knew back then), also couple of seb and aw articles are wrote by the same guy all the gossip and pap walk ones. Not to mention they all avoid mentioning the February pic of seb and aw 😂

Sebastian also liked Ale's pic in February I think.

It's a mess.

The article is so paid it hurts... they can at least try harder.

[blogblogbloggittyblog]

august 6, 2024

so i saw the persian guy today. met at cartems. walked around to thrift stores. groundhog day fuckin style. he sucked but he had a bit of charm yk. but then he drove me home, after i had probably had the most alcohol of my life i think, and he parked in the kcc parking lot because i told him to and we made out and went in the back to have sex and we had sex i think but his dick was clinically small so idk if it counted. i called him daddy and he spanked me very hard my ass is still red and theres scratches on it and he choked me hard incorrectly and fucking spit in my mouth without asking and he ruined my makeup and fucked up my face and pulled my hair.

i let it happen. i didnt tell him to stop. i acted like i liked it. maybe i did. i was thinking about spider solitaire the whole time. i let these things happen to me. i could stop it. i smoked like 2 cigarettes for the first time today.

i dont think cameron wouldve let me smoke. not that he was the pinnacle of romance but. he was really nice to me at first. i was thinking of why i stayed with him and. he would randomly call me pretty and call me darling and my love and he called me an angel and idk. it was nice. he was nice. maybe i drove him to stop being nice. i do that.

i keep letting myself believe that this shit isnt affecting me, that i can have sex without it meaning anything or taking something away from me and my selfworth but i dont know if thats true. i dont think ive had like good loving gentle sex with anyone since noah. and i let it happen that way. and as much as id like to think its not doing anything to me, its chipping away at me. if ten year old me saw current me in that truck, doing what i was doing and acting the way i was acting, how would she feel. what about me just 2 years ago.

maybe thats what was wrong with me and dustin. i was too damaged for him. everyone around me is in happy unviolent relationships. i dont know whats wrong with me but i know it has to be something with me. the only person that makes me feel any sort of real romantic emotion rn where its genuine and i dont feel the urge to cover it up is sebastian. and shes leaving soon.

i think men fundamentally hate women. or dont see them as equals or the same. idk. its ok maybe itll get better i dont know.

[meowsgirldrawing]

Small idea for my Fellow Sebastian Lovers! Hear me out!!

So we all know that Sebastian from Stardew is the famous emo marriage option, a very popular one at that if media doesn't fail me.

So during the time him and the farmer are starting to get to know each other, like see each other more, hang out more, all that fun definitely platonic pinning stuff

Its all nice and sweet, like Sebastian is starting to get somewhat comfortable, not a whole lot, but definitely better than before.

So much so that hes seen sometimes lingering just a little longer outside or inside when he leaves his room, kinda hoping to catch at least a glimpse of the farmer.

Doing little actions like these while he doesn't even realize it!

But someone does 👀

Not only Abigail and Sam- Not only the other two of the ASS squad- The two who share knowing smirks and small nudge nudges all while Sebastian is too busy talking with the Farmer infront of them.

More like stuttering and flustering about-

Who am I talking about?

Maru? Ehhh, not exactly.

The frogs? Yes but also no-

Demetrious?...HAHAHHAAHA-

No.

Robin? Nohoho- Oh wait, your right!

HIS OWN MOTHER-

Robin, the beloved only Carpenter of this amazing town!

She notices after witnessing Sebastian cross by the hall, taking a tad bit longer glance at the door before leaving. Multiple times!

Shes like "Hm. Is he waiting for someone? One of his little buddies?"

But she never says anything cause she thinks its probably nothing, y'know?

Until one day it occurs-

Sebastian stays long enough for the farmer to waltz in, at the right time, at the right place.

Instantly she notices a change-

Sebastian sticks near the doorway, waiting for the Farmer to finish their order for a new addition to the farm, and once their finished, he greets them.

Robin stays near the counter, counting through whatever blue prints for the commission, but keeps glancing up.

We just love mothers, dont we?

Her jaw nearly hangs when Sebastian gets offered a crystal but gets a bit flustered at it, taking the gift with such gentle hands as he thanks the Farmer.

He ducked his head a little, gave a small chuckle, and grateful nod- all while giving the Farmer all his attention without an inch of seeming like he wanted to be or hide somewhere else.

She knows. She immediately knows.

But she doesnt say a word-

Not to Sebastian at least-

She does tell Demetrious a bit of it, the more she notices.

What can you say? The woman, who thought her son just wasn't interested in just about anyone or anything besides his room and computer stuff, finally sees her little man find someone he's clearly interested in.

Demetrious is all like "Thats great, honey :)"

....We know you were just thinking of your work, Demetrious, you dont gotta lie. 💀

Anyway! Robin feels satisfied, knowing her Sebby will probably-

Wrong, she knows that man will never confess on his own terms.

She starts planning like its the Egg Festival and she got put in charge of hiding all the eggs- aka, the clues for Sebby to figure out

First- Find out if the Farmer likes him back!

Shes not just gonna do it if she knows theres a chance the Farmer will reject Sebastian. If that were the case, she would let Sebby handle it the way he feels is just.

The next times the Farmer comes around, she asks subtle questions.

"How's the Farm doing? It doesnt feel too lonely, does it?"

"I seen you met my son, Sebastian! Hes treating you good, I hope!"

"Do you like my son-" (Robin no-)

Little stuff like that until eventually- she gets her answer. The one shes been hoping for!

The Farmer, despite their usually calm persona, turns a wee bit heated at the cheeks, scratching their neck and giggling/chuckling nervously while answering yes, Sebastian is a good guy!

HOOK LINE SINKER-

Boys, we got em.

Robin-

Now Robin can do what mothers do best, interfere

(Mom, if you are ever reading this cause whatver reason, I love you and promise that isnt the truth-") what I said, y'know, like a liar.

Now that we think about, Robin probably cant do too much in the position shes in. She doesnt want to overwhelm her son, nor does she want to accidentally scare the Farmer away. Hmmm.

Maru, the beautiful genius comes in with, "What if you sent Sebastian to help the farmer ?"

So she does.

Anytime she can, Robin asks Sebastian if he can either go drop off something or help the Farmer bring something into the shop, or plain and simple like "Sebby, I need you to run this fish down to the Farmer."

"Why do (they) need a fish? Cant they just get some-"

"Go talk to your crush already-"

"MOM-"

He does so.

She doesnt just do that, whenever they're at the Saloon, she'll ask Sebastian and the Farmer to help her bring drinks to their table even if they arent sitting with them.

Maru even pitches in sometimes with asking Sebastian if he can ask the Farmer to bring her something for one her experiments/robots.

Anything and every chance is given directly to Sebastian to talk to the farmer when hes free.

And it pays off- On calls Sebastian takes for Robin from the Farmer, Robin can hear him laughing a bit with them after getting their order in.

Maru catches them jokingly nudging each other as they walk to the table with drinks.

And Sebastian seems to take a good bit longer to come home even though they have a shortcut to the Farmer just a little higher up the mountain.

Even Demetrious commented about one time seeing Sebastian snuffing out his smoke as the Farmer immediately came into view, and quickly striking up a conversation as they were walking through.

The girls were giddy with excitement and Demetrious was.....there.

Listen, I dont hate him but he isnt exactly my favorite either-

Then it came!

The day the Farmer walked into the shop, grasping a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a Tear Drop in the other.

Robin had to hide the large and practically beaming grin on her face with a handbook of what you guessed? Carpentry, infront of her.

Maru noticed the Farmer walking past with a handful wave and waved back so fast and so giddy like.

When the Farmer came from the basement, you could tell no one can wipe the smile cemented onto their face. The items were gone and they were basically skipping in their walk out.

And that ladies, gents, and nonbinary boos, is how Robin (noname), Pelican Town's only Carpenter earned her rightful spot upfront for her son and new in-laws wedding in the future.

And you can just imagine the look on Sebastian's face when he realized how his mother had a hand in getting him and his now S.O. together HAHA💜💜