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pfp: @eindersein • On hiatus • she/her • Requests: CLOSED • I'm a full-time teacher with a career, so I'm slow on getting stuff posted, but I still like writing as a hobby. :3

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My interests (for requests) *will be updated as necessary*

Rules (below cut)

Requests:

I prefer to do reader/OC inserts, but not opposed to other types

No smut please

No real-life people (I'm [not] sorry but I feel weird writing fics about real people)

Approximate Word Count (?): I know I like to write a lot and I get really into it sometimes, so if you’re looking for something on the shorter side let me know

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Type of Imagine (reader insert, oc, specific pairing, etc)

Specific details about what you want included (ex. is the reader the best friend? are they also a hero? is there a certain event you want to happen? stuff like that)

Gender of Reader/OC if you have a preference. Also note if you want a gender neutral experience.

Submissions:

Submissions don’t have to be just reader inserts/OCs

No-smut rule still applies

Be sure to include:

A title

Pairing (if applicable)

Word Count

Warnings (if applicable)

**I reserve the right to refuse any submissions/requests for any reason.

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I'm begging tumblr mobile to actually save my draft and not post it. PLEASE

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Alright, fellas. I think I have to take the L and say that I'll be going on an indefinite hiatus. Not 100% sure when I'll return to this hobby, but I always end up coming back around to writing.

Short version is: I'm just way too busy with my career at the moment.

I hope my small circle of followers understands, and know that this isn't a permanent goodbye. I'll be back again! Sooner than you probably think.

Much love,

Cozy

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Omfg, yall, there was an ask I totally missed in my inbox so if you requested the Band Camp Boyfriend fic: I missed the notification for it, but I will be writing it! I'm a career woman so it will take me some time, but I want to write it!!!

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"valley reverie" - sebastian

summary: the timeline of sebastian and the farmer’s relationship based on canon dialogue

pairing: sdv sebastian x farmer

word count: 2.5K

a/n: this may be my magnum opus

The sun was beginning its descent behind the mountains when Sebastian emerged from the house for the first—and only—time that day.

He shot a glance to his mother and Demetrius, who were standing at the edge of their property, looking over the valley bathed in golden light. His mother sent a small smile back, followed by a pointed disappointed look at the carton of cigarettes held loosely in his hand. Demetruis didn’t acknowledge his existence.

Sebastian knew it was a nasty habit, but he spent most of his life with not much thought to the future—he was surprised he made it this far. Maybe his life would have been different if he had planned better; if he had considered for a moment that there was such a thing as life past sixteen, then eighteen, then twenty-one. He supposed he should start to consider a life past twenty-four, but quickly dropped the thought as he placed the cigarette between his lips and continued his stroll to the lake.

He saw it then, as his lighter sparked to life and helped the cigarette take eleven minutes off his.

Someone was sitting in his spot. A humanoid blob of denim focused intently on the bobber floating in the water.

He hesitated, then decided to keep moving—his trajectory now locked in past the stranger and across the rickety planks of wood to the smaller islands in the middle of the lake. His mother had been saying for years that she needed to build something more structurally sound, but had yet to get around to it.

As he got closer, he took in more of the scene. There was a muddy bucket next to the stranger, and he noticed a couple slimy carp flopping around inside. Whoever this was, they clearly didn’t have enough experience to catch the tricker creatures in the lake.

Just as he was about to slip past toward solitude, he locked eyes with the stranger. Their bored expression quickly turned to worry.

“Sorry, am I in your spot? Robin said it was okay for me to fish here.”

Recognition sparked in his brain—his mother had told him about the new resident of Pelican Town. The words she had used to describe them flashed behind his eyes: sweet, a little lost, cute. That last one was sent his way with an exaggerated wink and met with a scoff from him.

“Oh. You just moved in, right? Cool.”

The farmer didn’t respond, just looked on waiting for an answer to their question. Sebastian didn’t gratify them with a response, instead looking across the lake at the tree line and abandoned quarry.

“Out of all the places you could live, you chose Pelican Town?”

The farmer scrunched up their mouth slightly, beginning to reel in their line. There was nothing but a limp worm dangling from the hook. Sebastian took note of the grieving look flashing on their face before it was gone in a blink.

“Better than where I was.”

Sebastian didn’t bother responding as the farmer heaved up the bucket—they were a lot stronger than they looked—and walked away without another word.

Robin smiled at the farmer with a wave and shouted goodnight before sending another disapproving look to her son.

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Sebastian heaved open the door of the house, exhausted from band practice. Sam was his best friend, and he enjoyed spending time with him more than he would admit, but the newest addition to the band was definitely a hindrance.

He didn’t dislike Abigail, and he couldn’t deny that she was a talented drummer, but he had been hoping for years that her little crush on him would fade away. He could only take so much of puppy dog eyes and over exaggerated laughter at his quips that definitely aren’t that funny.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts on how to shake off the purple-haired girl—more importantly, how to shake her off without actual confrontation—that he didn’t notice the farmer leaning against the shop counter until their voice pierced through. His mother was nowhere to be seen, so they had to have been talking to him.

“What? I didn't hear you...I'm busy thinking about something. What do you want?”

The farmer narrowed their eyes at him, leveling him with a glare. “You know, I get that you’d rather be listening to My Chemical Romance and jerking off to Nietzsche than interacting with a human being, but you really need to work on your people skills.”

Well, he hadn’t been expecting that.

He expected avoidance from the farmer, based on their first meeting and subsequent run-ins where they gave him a nod of acknowledgement before going back to acting like he didn’t exist.

He realized that the farmer wasn’t as timid and one-dimensional as he let himself think.

The moment was saved by Robin entering the shop room and dropping a workbench on the floor with a heavy thud. “You’ll make better use of this than I have lately—it’s pretty old,” she looked up from the dusty bench, noticing her son frozen in the doorway, “oh, hi Sebby.”

“Sebby?” the farmer questioned with a smirk.

Sebastian rolled his eyes, brushing past his mother to get to his lair.

“Sorry about him,” he heard his mother as he descended the stairs.

“It’s fine,” the farmer laughed, “he’s cool.”

He couldn’t help the smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. _________________________________________

Sebastian looked down at the frozen tear in his hand with a neutral expression on his face, though his heart was quickening its pace.

“Gunther told me it’s fabled to be the frozen tears of a yeti.”

He met the farmer’s grin with one of his own, “I really love this. How did you know?”

They shrugged, “Seemed like some emo shit you’d be into.”

A breathy laugh escaped him before he could stop it. “Well…thanks.”

“No prob. I’ll keep an eye out for more when I’m in the mines.”

“The mines?,” his brow furrowed, “how far down did you go?”

“Not super deep, I think I stopped at sixty since it was getting late.”

Sebastian gaped at the farmer—who he now realized he really misjudged—as they shouldered their backpack and turned toward the door.

“Oh,” they stopped just shy of the threshold, “your code is wrong, by the way. Third line down.”

He looked to the screen, baffled, seeing that there was, in fact, a mistake in his code.

He began to ask the farmer how they knew that, but they were gone. _________________________________________

The sun was setting on the valley, and Sebastian found himself sitting by the lake’s edge with the farmer, who was reeling in sturgeon and bass with ease.

“I’m sure the city’s different for other people, but it was corporate hell for me,” the farmer spoke softly as they baited their hook—it was different than any bait he had ever seen, and the farmer had informed him that the wild man living behind their house had taught them the recipe.

Sebastian hummed, “I guess that makes sense.”

“You guess?” the farmer teased him, flicking water at his face.

He blew a puff of smoke in their face.

The farmer coughed, then began to laugh as they fanned the smoke out of their face, “asshole.”

Sebastian grinned, leaning back on the palms of his hands and gazing across the water.

They sat in comfortable silence as the farmer cast out their line and half-heartedly focused on the bobber—they didn’t really need it anymore, but liked the safety net.

“You and Sam are probably my only friends in this town.” Sebastian broke the silence, but continued looking straight ahead.

“Well I am very likable.”

Sebastian knocked their shoulders together with a scoff.

“Sure, keep telling yourself that.” _________________________________________

Sebastian was indifferent—and sometimes loathful—toward most events held in their little town, but tonight was an exception. It was hard to not be in awe of the midnight jellies, and he was excited for the farmer to see them for the first time.

They were perched at the edge of the dock, along with Sam and Abigail, their feet dangling inches above the water.

It was a lot colder than expected, and the farmer was bundled in his black jacket. He couldn’t help but feel bad about the sad glances Abigail was sending their way.

The farmer looked content, and Sebastian recalled something they told him at the beginning of the season—the used to be terrified of the ocean before moving to the valley.

He nudged their shoulder with his own. It didn’t take much effort—they were sitting a lot closer than he realized. A light blush dusted his cheekbones.

“I thought I saw something moving in there…” he pointed to the void of the ocean and leaned closer to their ear, whispering, “something big, something dark.”

The farmer’s eyes widened as they looked across the vast darkness before they narrowed and turned to him.

“Just trying to scare you...” Sebastian laughed.

The farmer smiled, knocking their knee against his, muttering an all too familiar “asshole.”

It wasn’t too long before Lewis sent out the first lantern, and the water surrounding the docks was filled with glowing jellyfish.

“It’s beautiful,” the farmer breathed out as their head landed on his shoulder.

“Yeah,” his eyes landed on a glowing green jelly before looking down at the farmer, “it is.” _________________________________________

Sebastian never saw the farm in its full glory—before the farmer’s grandfather grew old and passed away—but he had been there plenty of times when it was overgrown and abandoned.

He had told the farmer this as they sat on the newly installed swinging bench on their porch. They joked that they would be suing him for trespassing, since it was technically their property at the time, even if they hadn’t known it.

It was a chilly fall day, but the farmer had made a pot of coffee to keep them warm.

“I thought this was your busy season,” Sebastian lit up a cigarette and moved the ashtray closer to where he sat. It was a newer addition to the farmer’s decor. He thought about the prideful look on their face as they held it up and told him that Leah let them use her pottery wheel. It was painted with little creatures that looked like the much happier cousins of the slimes living in the caves.

The farmer hummed, holding their mug close to their face, but not taking a sip, “Yeah…a lot busier than I thought it would be, actually.”

He grinned at them, “so, you’re slacking today, huh?”

The farmer laughed.

“I’d rather hang out with your sorry ass than work.” Despite the insult, the farmer’s tone was soft and earnest. Sebastian felt his cheeks heat up.

“Could you picture me living on a farm? It seems ridiculous, but I have been thinking about it lately.”

“If I could do it, then so could you,” the farmer linked their pinky with his, “it’s a lot more freeing than you’d think.” _________________________________________

Boxes filled with Sebastian’s things lined the walls of the farmhouse, but Sebastian and the farmer lay in bed, choosing to ignore them. 

They had all the time in the world.

The farmer was twirling the pendant dangling from Sebastian’s neck, “there’s steam coming out of your ears, Seb,” the farmer giggled and smoothed out the wrinkle between his brows with their finger.

“I’ve just been thinking,” Sebastian turned his attention from the ceiling to the farmer, “The older I get, the less I'm drawn to the city. It had a certain mystique to it, once. But it turns out that was just a romantic fantasy. The city's so busy, so full of people... I don't belong there. I'm a loner.”

A beat.

“Present company excluded, of course.”

The farmer laughed, “Well I would hope so,” they tugged gently on the pendant, pulling him closer, “because you’re stuck with me.” _________________________________________

Sebastian and the farmer had joined his family for dinner, and his mother had shooed them away with one hand as she cooed at the bundle held tightly in her other arm.

The valley was coming to life, but the ghost of a winter chill was in the air. They settled down by the lake despite the cold. It was no longer his spot, but theirs.

The farmer was skipping stones across the lake when he grumbled about how being in that spot made him want a smoke.

“No one’s stopping you,” the farmer laughed.

“I am.”

The farmer still held a loose smile as they raised their eyebrows at him, “oh?”

“I'm trying my best to quit smoking now that we're married…” He avoided their gaze and brushed some mud on the palm of his hand onto his jeans, “I don't wanna die on you. It's a bad habit. I want to have a future together.”

A baby cried in the distance. Sebastian and the farmer smiled at each other. _________________________________________

The farmer was surprised to find Sebastian’s side of the bed empty when they woke up. It wasn’t a rare occasion, as they usually found Sebastian in the kitchen after a restless sleep, but he was nowhere to be found.

They couldn’t help but worry a little bit as they pulled on their boots and opened the screen door. They paused out of instinct to let the dog run out before them only to realize that the dog wasn’t hot on their heels like usual.

They had only gotten two steps onto the porch before a mass of fur and slobber crashed into their legs.

“Oh hello baby,” they cooed down at the dog as it rolled onto its back, breathing heavily out of excitement, “good morning stink.”

“Good morning to you too.”

The farmer was so caught up in giving the dog attention that they hadn’t noticed Sebastian leaning against the porch railing.

They straightened from their crouch, smiling at him as the dog whined from the loss of affection.

“I couldn’t fall back asleep, so I went ahead and fed the animals,” he pushed off the railing and took a few steps forward to fix a rogue piece of the farmer’s hair, “one less thing for you to do.”

“Thanks, Seb,” the farmer said softly, suddenly bashful, “I’m going to check on the pumpkins. Thought I could make some soup tonight if any of them are ripe.”

They took a few steps off the porch, “feel like being a country boy today? Or did you get your fix?”

He smiled, leaning his forearms against the railing, “I'll just watch you from here. I enjoy watching you.” _________________________________________

Sebastian and the farmer found themselves sitting on the porch swing once again. It was a mild summer evening, and he was looking on as a toddler played with the dog in the yard.

He tore his attention away from the rowdy scene in front of him to look at the farmer, who was curled up at his side reading a book. He felt his heart swell.

“This is so different from my old life, but I'm really starting to like it. I feel like I really belong here.”

The farmer looked up from the book in their lap, smiling.

“I don't often show it, but I'm really happy that I'm your husband. Marrying you was the best decision I ever made.”

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Coming out of hiding to announce that I've peaked as a fan fic author.

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I think I asked this to someone before hopefully it wasn’t you but when you don’t want to write a request what do you do?

Do you not respond to the ask?

do you respond but say you don’t want to write that?

Like you said in your pinned post you have the right to not write what you don’t want to

That’s true it’s your choice

Sorry just curious how you deal with it

It's a good question. :)

I usually write the request as a response to the ask. If I don't feel up to it I usually don't respond to it. I know that kind of leaves you, the requester, in the dark. That's just a me thing, though. I'm sure there are other people who deal with it differently, but that's how I do it. :)

Edit: If this is regarding the Spiderverse fic, I plan on writing it. It will just take me a bit of time since I'm a busy gal.

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sorry let me rephrase my last question

are you currently into making Marvel fics?

Short answer: Yes!

I will say, as far as MCU goes, the last MCU thing I watched was Multiverse of Madness so I'm a little behind on current MCU. Got kinda burnt out ngl.

But: I've always been a Marvel fan, even before MCU, so I am familiar with a lot of the characters :)

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Requests - My General Interests List

My general interests for requests. I'll try to keep this updated but no promises😅

Stardew Valley (Sebastian is my favorite, but not opposed to other characters!)

Spider-Man (MCU and Spider-Verse, and even some comics iterations)

Trigun (90's and Stampede)

Band Camp Boyfriend

Doctor Who (9-12th Doctor, I'm so behind lol)

Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Baldur's Gate 3

Legend of Zelda (BOTW/TOTK, OOT/MM, Skyward Sword)

Jujutsu Kaisen (I'm only up to the Culling Game as of the time of making this list)

Persona 5 (possibly the others, I haven't finished 3 or 4 yet 💀)

And much more!

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Hello got a question

are you open to making non reader fics? like just with the characters?

or is that not your type of thing?

As long as I'm familiar with the characters: Yes! Absolutely! :3

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Death [XIII] and The Lovers [VI] Ch.20 (Sebastian x Fem!Farmer)

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings/Etc: n/a

Summary: Flower dance time!

Music Inspo/mood: Here in Your Arms - Hellogoodbye (especially for the end)

AN: Heyyyyyy it’s meee the deviiiiiiil from the bibllllllle.

I’m a career woman so I have little to no time for writing any more, unfortunately. This one has been sitting in the drafts for months and I finally found the motivation and energy to finish it. Our story isn’t over, but it’s definitely going to take some time to get some more of my ideas out before this story is considered finished.

Thank you for your patience, I know there are a few of you out there who really like this story I have going so far.

I hope you enjoy!

PS: I definitely didn't post this to the wrong account. I deny all allegations.

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You take one final look at yourself in the mirror and sigh. No matter how many times Emily (who altered the dress you got from Abby), Abby (who did your makeup), or Leah (who did your hair), had said it, you didn’t feel comfortable with the image you saw in front of you. You hadn’t willingly worn clothes this bright since, well, you were a teenager. The person you saw in the mirror seemed like a stranger to you. You fiddled with the corsage on your wrist, rubbing the strands of ribbon between your thumb and index finger erratically.

Leah places a flower crown atop your head and giggles with glee. “You look so great, Y/N! You’ll be the talk of the town once again.” That was the last thing you wanted. It was stressful and annoying enough when you first moved in; you didn’t want to live through that again. Seeing how uncomfortable you were with that, she leans in closer and whispers playfully, “You’ll definitely have your little emo boy’s attention the whole time.”

“Leah!” You hide your face behind your hands. Even if you had both confirmed the two of you shared the same feelings, you still got rather flustered whenever anyone brought it up.

Your friend pats your shoulders and whisks off towards her front door. “If Abby’s ready to go, I think we should head out. We don’t want to be late, after all.” She gives you a knowing look and you roll your eyes. She’d been waiting for the moment to finally see you with Sebastian, but you could tell she was also pretty excited.

“Just give me a… second…” Abby’s voice trails off as she applies the finishing touches to her makeup, “There! Done.” The three of you put your shoes on and walk to the open field just west of the Cindersap Forest where the festival is held. Abby leads the way and Leah tries to hype you up the entire walk there. Why were you so nervous? You’ve already spent lots of time together, went on an actual date, and, hell, even kissed a few times already. Making it public with the town was definitely daunting. Everyone would know now, if they didn’t already. People in Pelican Town were pretty good at finding out gossip one way or another.

You were lost in your thoughts the entire way, and eventually the three of you make it to the clearing. There are several barrels and pots full of flowers surrounding the open field, and many of the townspeople are already chatting or getting refreshments. Whatever Gus has cooked up this time, it smells amazing as the aroma of food wafts its way towards your nose. You look around and look for your family. You spot Sam’s vibrant blonde hair from across the clearing over by a tree. You could guess who he’s talking to, but you think you should greet the rest of your family before hanging out with Abby and the boys.

Before you set off to greet your aunt and uncle, you notice Leah’s posture has changed and her eyes are set on a familiar figure on the other side of the open field. It was Elliott, the town’s other starving artist. Instead of paints and sculptures, Elliott’s chosen medium was words. You’d never read any of his work, but he had attempted to chat your ear off any time he had the chance. Most of the other residents, including yourself, just smiled and nodded as he rambled on about the novel he plans on writing but Leah always listened intently. She teased you about Sebastian and you in turn teased her about Elliott.

“You should go say hi.” You nudge her with your elbow and she side eyes you. “Think of it as payback.” Before she can say anything else you call out to Elliott and wave him down. He has caught sweet Evelyn in a conversation and looks over to you and Leah. Returning the wave, he excuses himself from his conversation and strolls across the clearing towards you and Leah. “Have fun.” You tease and run off to your aunt and uncle to avoid her protests.

You shuffle away and greet your aunt and uncle with a bit more energy than anticipated. “Hey Aunt Jodi! Hi—” Your uncle suddenly puts Jodi behind him and holds up a defensive hand up at you. You cower back and see the look of pure panic in Uncle Kent’s eyes. His shoulders heave and his breath is labored even though he was only standing still just a moment ago. Whatever Uncle Kent sees is a threat and not his niece. Your aunt is trying to get him to come to his senses but he’s stuck in fight or flight.

Up until this moment you’d always believed that your uncle would never hurt you.

It takes a moment, but eventually he comes to his senses and blinks a few times while looking towards you. The realization of what he just did hits him and his shoulders slump. “I-I’m sorry, Y/N. Open fields like this… make me nervous.” You weren’t sure how to respond. The fear that just flashed through your body put you into a panicked state, but you knew Uncle Kent didn’t mean any harm. You didn’t have much time to think, because someone puts an arm around your shoulder and guides you away from the scene.

You look over to see Sam’s face laced with a twinge of worry; something you rarely experienced with his normal happy-go-lucky demeanor. “Sorry about that. Pops has been a little different since he came back from the war…” His voice trails off but he quickly replaces his somber look with his golden smile. “I’m glad you made it, though. You look great!” The two of you walk over to the tree where Abby and Sebastian are chatting, and rather stiffly, at that, from the looks of their posture. Either Sebastian was just generally anxious or things were still a bit awkward between the two. Both were very possible.

When Sebastian looks up to see you and Sam approaching he smiles widely, prompting Abby to turn around and give a wave. You lock eyes with your dance partner and can’t help but mirror his eager and infectious smile. The two of you are brought out of your dream-like exchange when Sam pushes you forward, causing you to trip and barrel right into Sebastian. “Tell my cousin how pretty she looks.” Sam gives a loud pat of Sebastian’s shoulder, who in turn looks back at you.

“You look beautiful.” He mutters only for your ears, adjusts your crooked flower crown for you, and helps you bring your balance back by taking your hand in his and gently guiding you until your feet are flat on the ground once again.

“You too. I mean—You also look nice. Not that guys can’t look pretty too… I’ll shut up now.” You almost go for a face palm but remember all the make up on your face. Sebastian’s chest rumbles with a low chuckle and it looks like he’s about to say something else, but stops himself. You remember Abby and Sam are also still standing close by before you turn back to the others, still holding Sebastian’s hand.

Sam smiles widely. “There’s still some time before the dance starts. We can go get some snacks; I’m sure Gus has cooked up yet another good meal.” He pulls Abby along and the two start to playfully bicker about who knows what.

The four of you chat for a few minutes near the refreshment table; laughing at Sam’s stupid jokes, listening to Abby vent about her online classes, and munching on yummy treats. All the while you catch Haley, Emily’s younger sister, give you the iciest of glares. If you were to guess, it was probably the flower crown atop your head; she also had one. The few interactions you had with Haley mostly included her remarks of disgust on the mud all over you, comments about your (lack of) fashion, and how much she hated living in Pelican Town. You didn’t want to get caught in her crosshairs, so when Mayor Lewis had called the dancers to get set up you hastily pulled Sebastian along to your starting positions for the dance.

Mayor Lewis’ words melted into the background as the two of you stared at each other. Well, it was more you were staring at him and he was avoiding your eyes like his life depended on it. No, he wasn’t necessarily avoiding your eyes, he was frantically looking around while stuffing his hands into his pockets.

“Psst.” You try to get his attention. Nothing. You try again with another low whisper while Lewis yaps away. “Hey.” His eyes still anxiously dart as he fidgets with whatever’s in his pocket. Probably lint or the thread of his pants, no doubt.

“Sebastian.” He finally looks over to you and you give a soft, sweet smile. His breathing still seems a little ragged, but his shoulders slowly relax.

You don’t get much a chance to say or do anything else, because the music starts to play and you notice Sebastian’s posture stiffen. The first part of the dance involves the girls to flourish the skirts of their dresses in time with the music and then twirl, so you focus on the memories of practicing the dance with Abby and Leah. Then comes the part where the guys move forward towards the line of girls. You see Sebastian stumble a bit but despite his fumble he seems rather good on his feet, unlike poor Alex.

The music continues on, and you hear the cue for your line to move forward. The closer you move toward Sebastian the more you feel your heart rate grow. Less from nervousness and more from excitement. You’d been looking forward to this moment ever since he’d asked you to be his dance partner. Now it was time to begin the partner dance. You hold your hand up and Sebastian presses his palm against yours before you two walk in a circle while still pressing each other’s hands together. A spark of electricity courses through your body as your skin touches. His fingers twitch for a moment and you feel his muscles in his hand flex with hesitation. You slip your fingers between his and gently rub your thumb against his hand and give a reassuring squeeze as you go into another twirl.

The rest of the dance goes well, with Sebastian feeling more relaxed than when it had started, and the other festivities go off with a hitch. After the partner dance routine, Mayor Lewis thanks Evelyn for arranging all the flowers but also you for providing some. You try to make light of it, since you’d only donated a couple bundles of tulips, but your neighbors applaud. With Sam and little Vincent cheering the loudest you feel your face grow flush. It’d been much too long since you felt like you really mattered.

“Miss Y/N has been working her tail off on the old farm and is making progress on getting it back to its former glory.” You give a wave to everyone while glancing at your cousins. “Without further ado, enjoy the rest of your evening.” There were some games for the younger kids, but most of the townspeople socialized or danced to the music that continued. Sam dragged you out for a dance with him, and upon seeing his older brother do it Vince pouted until he got his turn.

The dance ended with a slow tune (this was a lot like your school dances now that you thought of it), and Sebastian tugged on your hand while leaning close to whisper in your ear. “Wanna leave?” You looked on at your aunt and some of the other couples swaying slowly with their partners. Sam was awkwardly dancing with… Penny, of all people. You remembered him having a crush on her when you were growing up, so it seems he finally got the guts to make some sort of move on her. Leah was dancing with Elliott; a drunken smile splayed across her face. And Abby… she was standing on the outskirts with her arms crossed and staring longingly towards your cousin and Penny. You could relate; you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to experience that with Sebastian. He seems to notice your longing look and leans in once more. “Don’t worry, we can dance. I just… have something to show you first.”

The two of you bid your farewells, not without receiving looks of all varieties from your family members and friends, and take your leave. While you walk back towards town, you grasp his hand in yours effortlessly. The amount of times it had happened throughout the day made it feel more natural. “So, what did you want to show me?”

“Uh, well, I was thinking we’d take a ride tonight. It’s been awhile since I last took you out on my bike.”

“I’d love that.” You feel yourself want to bounce on your feet with anticipation and pick up your pace, practically dragging Sebastian behind you. You stop by the house to let Azzie back inside and walk with a hastened pace up the mountain path.

After getting equipped with a helmet you hop on the passenger seat of the bike and wrap your hands around Sebastian’s waist. He turns his head over his shoulder. “Ready?” You nod and without warning he gives a rev of the engine. You jump, squeeze around his waist a little tighter, give him a playful smack, and laugh. “Sorry, that’s my favorite part about my bike.” You can hear his playful smirk beneath the visor and he pushes off.

You’re reminded of your first date - it seemed like ages ago, but only a week or so had passed since the concert. The sight of the rolling hills passing by, the feeling of the wind blowing against the two of you, the fresh country air; it felt like pure freedom. The first time you rode you were much too afraid of letting go of Sebastian but also too afraid of the physical contact needed to help you feel secure on the fast bike. Today was different, though. You felt the thrill of the day’s events coursing through your veins and after throwing your hands above your head you let out an energized scream as if on a roller coaster. After wrapping your hands back around Sebastian’s waist you feel his chest vibrate with a chuckle and the ride continues without any issue.

You’re not sure how much time passes but eventually Sebastian slows down and pulls off to the side of the road. “Everything okay?” You tilt your head.

Sebastian tenses up and sways side to side. “Yeah. I just—uh—have a surprise for you. I need you to keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them, okay?”

“Sure?” You raise a brow, though he can’t really see it behind your helmet visor, and close your eyes. “Okay, they’re closed.”

“No peeking!” He revs the engine of his bike and pulls back onto the desolate road. Keeping your word, your eyes are glued shut as you nuzzle your face into his back. At one point you feel him turn off the road and it feels like the bike is going uphill. It feels a little bumpier than the smooth pavement you were just on, so you guess that you’ve gone off road to some sort of dirt or unpaved path. A couple of the bumps were a little big, so you hold Sebastian a little tighter.

After a few minutes the bike comes to a slow stop and you feel Sebastian park the bike in its current spot. He dismounts, and takes your hands in his as he guides you to only he knows where. He lets go of you and you quickly miss the warmth of his hands around your own.“Okay, open your eyes.” You pull off your helmet and look towards Sebastian’s voice.

And you freeze at the breathtaking view before you. In the horizon you can see the lights of your old home, Zuzu City, in a way you’ve never seen it before. It looked so small from the cliffside that Sebastian had driven you to. A faint halo of light surrounds the city skyline and for a moment you’re able to forget a lot of the painful memories of the city.

“Pretty, right?” You nod. “This is kind of my secret spot. I usually come here on late night rides when I’m feeling stressed or I just need to think.” You understood why; the wind blew a soft breeze at this height, there was little to no sound, and the view was perfect. You could just imagine Sebastian dangling his feet over the edge with a lit cigarette in his mouth, sporting that look of concentration he has whenever he’s working on his computer. Or the look he gets when he feels anxious.

“It’s a very nice ‘secret spot.’” You tear your eyes off the skyline and feel your heart skip a beat when you catch Sebastian staring at you with a soft fondness.

Even after being caught he doesn’t break his smile, that is, until he begins to speak again. “I’ve never really brought anyone else up here.” Sebastian bashfully slouches and averts his gaze.

“I’m glad I get to be the only one who knows.”

“Me too…” he takes both of your hands in his and takes a deep breath. “There’s actually another reason why I brought you out here…” He lets go. “Close your eyes again.” You hear his footsteps slightly fade away towards his bike, listen to the compartment box he had added on this time open and shut, then hear his footsteps return to you. “Okay, you can open now.” Held out in front of you is a beautiful bouquet of brightly colored flowers wrapped up in colored plastic and tied off with a black bow. “I’ve never been much of a flower guy, but,” His voice trails off.

At first you didn’t know what to say. You had always loved flowers and had really only received some from your father on your birthday or other special occasions. “Oh Sebastian, they’re beautiful.” You accept them and admire the different flowers in the bundle. A couple of irises, tulips, pom daisies, and other filler to make it a beautiful ensemble of flowers. When you look back at him he looks slightly disappointed. “Did I say something wrong?”

He quickly shakes his head. “No! I forget, you’re not really from here… Um, here in the Valley, when you’re gifted a bouquet of flowers—I never really cared for this tradition, but—well…” He starts to stutter and fumble on his words. You wait patiently, hoping he’ll get himself out of this anxious stupor. “I really like you, Y/N. I like sitting and doing nothing with you. I like that you’re patient with me. Ever since you moved into town I’ve been looking more forward to stuff outside of work and my room. What I’m trying to say is, um, ugh: Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes.” You don’t hesitate for a second after the words leave his mouth.

“Oh thank Yoba…” He mutters under his breath with a shaky chuckle and relaxes his shoulders.

The silence that falls between the two of you is only broken by the slight breeze billowing your hair, dress, and the bouquet of flowers in your hands. Then you remember something. “I believe my boyfriend,” Yoba, that was so good to say out loud, “promised me a dance, yeah?”

“I sure did, and I plan to keep my word.” He chuckles as you place the wrapped bouquet on the seat of his bike and meet him by the cliff side. Without a word he takes one of your hands in his and gingerly places his other on your waist. You rest your free hand on his shoulder and the two of you start to sway to the imaginary tune playing.

The gentle breeze helps to cool both your flushed skin, and you’re glad that not even the lights from the Zuzu skyline can illuminate your face to show how red your cheeks were at this moment. A part of you hoped you’d get used to this feeling; of feeling like a scared rabbit at his touch or with how close you were, but you weren’t sure if that day would ever come.

It was hard to tell how long the two of you were swaying with the wind, sharing each other’s warmth and anxious energy, but eventually Sebastian leans down and rests his forehead on yours. “Hey, Y/N?” His voice is just above the breeze blowing between you and rustling the leaves of the nearby trees.

“Yeah?”

He gently cups your face with his hand and gently strokes your cheek with his thumb. “Can I— Can we—?” His face slowly leans closer to yours and without a word you mirror his movements and close the gap between you two. And, finally, you know how his lips feel against yours. Not just a quick peck on your cheek or your forehead. The feeling you’ve been longing for for much too long has finally come. It’s sweet. It’s electrifying. It almost makes you forget how to breathe, which you only break for a moment to do so before you lock lips once more. His hands rest on your hips and yours on his shoulders as you two sway in a more intimate slow dance than before.

Above you the stars twinkle. The two of you are silhouetted against the lights of Zuzu city as you both swing your legs over the edge of the cliff side. Sebastian’s powder blue coat rests on your shoulders and you lean your head on his shoulder. Oh to be able to sit in this moment forever. If only you could stay still in this moment much like a photograph. Even if you couldn’t, you knew you wouldn’t forget this night for days to come.

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Absolutely! Might be a bit slow (I have a full-time teaching job) but I'm still down for requests!

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I finally started rewriting the next Death and Lovers chapter (for the third time) and feel like I can actually work with what ideas I have.

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D&L and Personal Update!

Hello everyone! I've been enjoying my summer vacation, which involved me being very lazy. I just wanted to let yall know I'm not dead, and I'm still currently writing the next chapter. I've just been lazy lol. I also might rewrite what I have; I don't know if I like my pacing or not, so I might speed up the pacing just a bit to get to the stuff I want to get to. Or I might write a few chapters and do some editing; we'll see. (I've also been writing a few other things in my spare time)

I haven't really been home for, like, a month. I had to leave before the last day of school because my great grandfather died, so I spent time with my family leading up to and after the funeral. Then I was home for, like, a couple days and then drove about 12+ hours to see my other family for two weeks. I've been home for a week, being lazy while watching Markiplier and playing video games, and I leave again on Sunday for a professional development opportunity for my profession that I'm really excited for. I'll be gone for about another week before I stay home for the rest of the summer.

I've been filling my time with lots of video games. I started Kingdom Hearts Dream Drop Distance since I've never played it. I finally got out my DS and replayed Ocarina of Time last month, and I'm currently replaying Majora's Mask right now. It's been pretty fun (but also frustrating lolol). I've also gotten back into drawing a little more so I've been doing that on the side. I've said this a bunch, but: I'm a busy gal. I have a lot of hobbies and interests so I bounce between them to keep myself sane.

I hope you are all doing great, and I can't wait to share more of my story in the near future. been trying to come up with some LOZ stories as well, but haven't come up with much. Maybe playing OOT and MM will help spark some ideas again (I might replay Skyward Sword too. Hell, I should probably play Twilight Princess since I've never played it #rip).

Much love, Cozy

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