hi hi hi. im not sure if you take requests. BUT. id totally fw age gapzier, where there is a 10ish yr gap. but they have like a totally healthy relationship!!! (could be smut or fluff (or both)) thxxx
Too sweet || part one
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A/N: this is gonna be my first real multichapter fic on this blog :) updates will fluctuate with how often they’re posted, and chapter lengths will also vary. This is really self indulgent!!
Summary: andrew has a secret tumblr blog. Hijinks ensue
Warnings: (whole fic) age difference, smut, sexting, mentioned sexual abuse trauma, angst and comfort, f!reader, depression and anxiety, cptsd, unhealthy attachment issues, obsessive behaviors
the reader insert for this fic does have a past of childhood sexual abuse/grooming and it will most likely be discussed, just an fyi. reader is around 18-20 yrs old in this fic, though a specific age is never mentioned
a lot of the fic, in the beginning at least, will probably be messaging heavy because that's how they'll be communicating initially lol, so if you're not into texting fics you might not like this one
Andrew had had his blog for as long as he could remember. Long before his music got popular, he’d been posting about his daily life. Boring stuff for the most part—train rides, poems, new recipes he was trying. He liked documenting things, and he liked having a space where he could be himself without anyone knowing it was really him.
As he had gotten more popular in his professional life, he had only savored his space online more. It was nice to have somewhere to go where he wouldn’t be recognized, where nobody expected anything of him. He could just… exist.
He didn’t make a habit of scrolling very much. He rarely reblogged anything, he only followed a few accounts. It was more of a journal for him than anything. Besides, he didn’t like risking seeing any posts about him. He’d never been one to seek that out, and he’d rather keep himself away from other’s opinions of him, good or bad.
Lately, though, he’d been letting curiosity get the better of him. He had any tags mentioning him blocked, and he liked to think he wasn’t one to fall victim to mindless scrolling, yet he found himself using it to occupy his free time. After the stress of the tour, he’d been spending more time at home, and there were only so many things he could do to occupy that time.
For the most part, his feed was gardening and wildlife photos, and the occasional inspirational quote--but every so often, something unfamiliar would pop up on his dash. A gifset from a show he hadn’t watched, fanart for a movie he’d never been a fan of. This time, though, it was a textpost—at the top of it, a photo of himself. His brow furrowed. He could have sworn he'd blocked any mention of himself from his account. He knew he should probably scroll past the post and pay no mind, but he found himself reading anyway.
@p3rfectp1ety | can't stop thinking about how good he'd feel inside me-
Andrew stopped reading and promptly shut the app. He should have known better than to read anything posted about him. He sat for a moment, head leaning back on the couch cushions, before turning his phone back on
@p3rfectp1ety | can't stop thinking about how good he'd feel inside me, holding me down and fucking me after a show to get his energy out >_<
There was a pastel banner attached to the bottom of the post, and Andrew realized why it hadn't been blocked from his feed. Neither the tags nor the text itself mentioned him at all, which he found strange. The post only had a few interactions on it.
He clicked on the profile. The rest of it was decorated with the same theme as the banner on the post, a theme that didn't match the content of most of the posts on the blog. They were all... perverted, for lack of a better term. Andrew's brow furrowed as he scrolled through the account. He knew he should just block it and click away, but it had been so long since he'd consumed any content about himself that he couldn't help but keep scrolling.
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You clicked on the notification as soon as you got it. hx_adomanic liked your post. The blog was fairly generic--the profile picture was a photo of the woods, as was the banner, no bio. You scrolled through for a few minutes. A majority of the posts were photos of various outdoor scenes without captions. If there was a caption, it was simply the date and location. There were a few textposts and reblogs, most of them not seeming related to each other. The blog seemed to have been active for a while. For a moment you considered the possibility that it was a bot, until you came across a post from a month or so prior.
@hx_adomanic | It feels good to be home. Finally have enough time to catch up.
Attached was a photo of a dark wood coffee table, a stack of books on top of it. The background was out of focus, but you could make out an acoustic guitar on display beside what looked like a bookshelf. The table had a few dark rings on it, presumably left behind by tea or coffee mugs, and there was a leather bound journal in the corner of the photo. You liked the post without thinking, scrolling past it.
hx_adomanic followed you
You smiled, scrolling back to the top of the blog and following them back. Without thinking too much about it, you hit the message button.
p3erfectp1ety: do you post anything other than nature pics?
The response took a couple minutes, but when it did come, you couldn't help but grin, bringing your knees up to your chest.
hx_adomanic: Do you post anything other than sexual fantasies?
p3rfectp1ety: music! and movie reviews. its not all sex, I swear. besides you're the one who followed me
hx_adomanic: True. And yeah, I do post other things, I just haven't had much time lately. just getting back into it and all
p3rfectp1ety: busy schedule?
hx_adomanic: i have a very demanding job
You couldn't remember the last time you had actually made friends with someone else on the site. Your content definitely didn't appeal to a very wide audience, but that had never mattered to you. You posted it for yourself, not for the approval of others.
With every response they gave, you got more excited. They seemed pretty private, avoiding any personal questions you asked, but they did reciprocate most of your playful flirting. You definitely weren’t currently seeking a relationship, but a little fun never hurt anybody, right?
After a while, the messages slowed, and eventually stopped. You presumed they had fallen asleep. You could tell by the location tags in a lot of their photos that they lived in Ireland--an idea that you couldn't help but excite yourself over. You had just recently moved to Dublin, and the suggestion that you might already have a friend in the area had you anxious to keep talking to them.
With a glance at the clock on your nightstand, you decided it would probably be smart to try and sleep at some point as well. 12:46 AM. You had work in the morning, and though your boring corporate desk job wasn't anything to break the bank over, you needed it to keep your visa. You had been painfully on time since you'd gotten the job six weeks ago, and you refused to break that streak over a new online friend.
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Andrew woke the next morning groggier than usual. His phone was on the mattress beside his face instead of on the nightstand as usual. He rubbed his eyes as he sat up, tapping the screen to check the time. 2:50 PM. There were several Tumblr notifications at the bottom of the screen, as well as a few emails and missed texts. He normally tried to refrain from being on his phone first thing in the morning, but he couldn't help himself.
p3rfectp1ety: you probably fell asleep >_< goodnight!
12:34 PM
p3rfectp1ety: still sleeping? I guess we were up late. I hope I didn't keep u up too much <3
He could feel excitement building up in his chest. He was no stranger to flirting with women online, he had quite a bit of experience in the field, but something about the fact that you had a whole blog dedicated to posting about him made it all the more addicting.
hx_adomanic: I did, sorry! Just woke up. you didn't keep me up, love, don't worry
Stretching his legs across the mattress, he set his phone on the nightstand and pulled himself out of bed. He grabbed his glasses off the bathroom counter, sliding them on with shaky hands before looking himself over in the mirror. His hair was a mess, in desperate need of a wash, but he couldn't be bothered. He pulled half of it into a loose ponytail, just enough to keep it out of his face as he went about his morning.
It was one of those rare days without rain in Wicklow. A thick overcast still kept any sun from reaching the back garden, but the lack of rain was enough to get Andrew outside to tend to his plants. He'd collected quite a few over the years. The gray and cloudy nature of Ireland had made brightly colored flowers and ivies that climbed up the walls of his home enticing. The flora truly made the space homier, less dull and depressing. He watered his plants and spent a while trimming up the bushes before heading back inside.
He enjoyed a quiet breakfast--late lunch at that point,---getting through a few chapters of the novel he'd been reading before he made his way back upstairs. After responding to several work related emails, Andrew finally allowed himself to check his messages with you.
p3rfectp1ety: 😵💫
p3rfectp1ety: you slept in late ^^
p3rfectp1ety: how r u?
hx_adomanic: i have a habit of sleeping late yeah ha
hx_adomanic: i'm quite well. I did a bit of work in the garden and tried to get through some of my book. trying to relax with the time off I have. how are you?
p3rfectp1ety: I'm good! I got off work a little bit ago so I've just been at home
Andrew clicked on your profile again. There were a few new posts, all of them just as filthy as the first one he'd seen. He stared at the screen for a moment, a mix of guilt and arousal settling in his stomach. He should cut this off now. It was wrong to pursue you knowing your views on him, even if you didn't know who he really was. There was an inherent power imbalance.
hx_adomanic: Sorry if I'm being too personal, but what's the story behind your blog?
hx_adomanic: I mean, I guess I just don't usually see stuff like that. my feed is mostly photos of trees haha
p3rfectp1ety: your blog is from like 2010 tho I cant believe you've gone that long without seeing porn on here, lol. wdym the story? I guess I just like posting my fantasies
hx_adomanic: hm
p3rfectp1ety: what?? do you think its weird or something
hx_adomanic: I don't think it's weird. what does it matter what I think anyway?
p3rfectp1ety: I care what my friends think
hx_adomanic: are we friends?
p3rfectp1ety: yes :3