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[starsvein]

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moonlight aesthetic starters // (🛌) Our muses make a pillow fort.

Standing in Eiden's bedroom, Veoc eyes the pile of couch cushions, pillows, blankets, and poles that Eiden's gathered on the carpet floor in doubt. "I don't think this will be structurally sound..."

"Don't worry, it's just for fun!" Grinning despite himself, Eiden boldly takes Veoc's hand and leads him to treasure trove of soft, squishy materials.

It had started out as a normal evening. After work, Eiden had met up with Veoc for dinner while the two talked about their lives, and at one point the major general had expressed his interest in military forts. From what he gathered, things were far less mobile in the ancient era and unlike Syren, who was ship, weapon, barracks, and station all in one, Earth forts were simply freestanding structures standing around like sitting ducks for anyone to besiege and attack.

They didn't even have the simplest force fields to protect them from natural disasters.

In response, Eiden had promised to show him a pillow fort. Veoc didn't expect that meant taking apart Eiden's furniture to build one personally by hand. After a few failed tries, the major general finally got the hang of it and was securing the the last bit of "roofing" when Eiden poked his head out from inside the tent-like folds of a blanket.

"You should come in and take a look," he suggests casually.

Arching a brow, Veoc first brushes the string of lights hanging in Eiden's face out of the way, then ducks his head to take a peek. It's a small, intimate space with a floor of pillows and a soft duvet, with the human sitting cross-legged in the center.

"It doesn't look like there's much room," Veoc observes politely.

"It's more cozy this way—oh hang on, I'll get the lights," Eiden pauses to look for a socket before sticking in the plug. Instantly, the interior is lit up with a soft golden glow as the string lights come to life.

"They can blink too," Eiden adds enthusiastically while pressing a button. "Or change colors—was saving these for the Christmas tree, but it's not a bad idea to use them now, heh."

He pats the space besides him and tries again. "Come on. It's different from the inside."

Veoc hesitates. He still has some doubts about stability, but carefully adjusts his posture to half-crawl into the space. Once he's fully in, Eiden closes the blanket door behind him and holds it shut with a convenient clothespin, leaving them alone in the fort.

"What do you think?" Eiden asks after a while.

Veoc feels the soft flooring beneath him and exhales. "This wouldn't hold up in a military exercise."

"Pfft—!" He gets muffled laughter in return. "Like I said, it's not that kind of fort!"

Veoc turns to reply, but happens upon something extremely soft. He grasps it with his hand and picks it up, revealing an unusually long, beige-hued pillow with...ears and arms and legs? Some sort of animal, he guesses after spotting a nose and two round, dark eyes. "What is this?"

Eiden stops laughing to look, only to grin and push the pillow into Veoc's arms. "Hey, you've got Topper!"

"What's a Topper?" Veoc ends up half cradling the stuffed animal (?) pillow (?) against his chest.

"He's..." the human trails off, gaze growing nostalgic. "A friend of a friend who's not here anymore. A girl I know liked him too, and made a giant body pillow of him for me..."

Never mind that Mary Sue's ultimate goal with the Prototype Topper Body Pillow was marketing goods for her Quincy fanclub—that would be another afternoon of explanations for Veoc to understand.

When Veoc hears "friend," he tries to return the Topper pillow to Eiden, but the latter insists he hold onto it instead. "It looks good with you," Eiden encourages.

"Your friend is an accessory?" Veoc cracks a smile and rests Topper whimsically on his head.

It's a lethal strike, one that leaves Eiden breathless as he stammers again. "N-no but, you know what? You can keep him there."

Now it's Veoc's turn to look helpless. "I won't be able to do much like this."

"Ah well, I was just kidding, hahah...!"

They eventually move on to other things. Eiden's managed to sneak in his laptop and coaxes Veoc to watch a movie with him. Intrigued by the concept of Earth movies, the major general agrees.

...not expecting him to say yes so quickly, Eiden sits up in a flash. "Then I should make some popcor—"

Too late, his head bumps into one of the pillow supports for the blanket roof, loosening it too much. The entire pillow fort starts to collapse seconds afterward, and Eiden instinctively shields himself from the avalanche of sticks and blankets and cushions that he's sure will fall his way.

In the middle of the chaos, something tackles him to the ground.

But nothing hits him after that.

Instead there's something pinning him down, as well as a wave of heat—he opens his eyes to see an eyeful of Veoc's shirt at chest level, with the rest of the major general kneeling above him to shield him from the barrage. The pinning sensation was the man's knees straddling him at the hips to keep him in place.

Eiden's eyes dart up to Veoc's face as red rushes to his cheeks. The major general seems nonplussed, pushing aside a segment of blanket draped over his head to let in the cooler air from outside their ruined fort before looking back at him.

"All you all right?"

"...huh? Uh, sure! Yeah, I'm fine!"

Veoc straightens up next, pushing cushions and string lights aside as he stays on his knees. "It's fortunate that we chose only soft materials to construct your fort."

"R-right...'' Eiden tries to sit up, but isn't sure what to do after pushing himself upright. He ends up propping himself up with his arms while watching Veoc work. "We can rebuild it again pretty quickly."

"Yes, I can think of a few improvements to brace the supports..."

Eiden stares at the man who seems perfectly fine, and sighs internally. Why was he the only one getting flustered? Until he hears a cough, and blinks to see Veoc deftly unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt.

"It's a bit hot," he offers by way of explanation before turning away. Alas, that gives the human a perfect view of his pink-tipped ears.

Eiden grins.

[woneuntonzz]

ᯓ★ 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭 .ᐟ

📀 ; who's invited to the wedding?

ot7-boyfriend!riize x afab!reader (“𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝” 𝐓𝐢𝐤𝐓𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐈𝐈𝐙𝐄)

contains: fluff, fluff, fluff, cussing, (slight) suggestive tones

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shotaro — “you know my weakness is you.”

You got your phone set up on the tripod in your car as you waited for your boyfriend to finally get in. Seeing his dear little face through the passenger seat window, you’d smile.  knock… knock… you roll down the window to the passenger seat to be met with your boyfriend’s query, “Hi lovely, you’re driving?” “Yes hubby, get in.” As he got in, you would think he didn’t catch what you had just called him, but when you’d finally face him, he’d immediately leave a kiss on your lips. “I missed you, wifey.” You tried playing it off, trying to sound seemingly confused as you replied, “I missed you too, but, wifey?” “Do you not like it? you just called me hubby?” and he would pout ever so slightly. Dang it. Your prank was slowly losing its initiative, why was he being so adorable? eyes shimmering and reflecting the light that bounced off the mirrors of your car, almost as if looking up at you and pleading for an answer.  “I just wanted to try out a TikTok trend…” you’d spew in defeat. “Getting married is a trend on TikTok now?” it was hard to tell whether he was being sarcastic or not, but his voice was three octaves higher.  “We’re not…” well maybe not now. —you thought, but you’d only grow weaker upon seeing the frown on his face. And very faintly, he’d repeat your words in a question. “We’re not?...” “Taro…” “Y/n…” with a warm, gentle grasp on your hand, “Will you marry me?” Your evening would end somewhere dim and cold, where the only warmth you could secure is from each other’s touch, and each other’s voice, and his little giggles when he continued to tease you about it.  “Got tired of baby so you wanted to call me hubby already?” he’d coo on you, pinching one of your flushed cheeks. “You’re so cute, my wifey.” Whatever your answer was, the camera did not catch it —props to you for forgetting to hit the record button.

eunseok — “black shadow is married, it's canon.”

His eyes displayed skepticism, yet he wore a smirk. You had set up your front camera in front of you both, seated next to each other on the floor in front of the coffee table. He watched your sheepish smile grow wider when you had settled yourself next to him after hitting record. “What’s that for?” he’d ask, almost in a laugh.  “So I’ve been seeing this little trend on TikTok…” you’d look at him for a short while to see his reaction. “Okay Miss-chronically-online.” he tittered at your glaring eyes, despite your attempts to look intimidating, he only found you cute. “I was kidding, go on love.” “So as I was saying—” you’d look into the camera, “So my husband is here to tell us about the things he found interesting about me.” You’d see his widened eyes, lips forming a bashful and downturned smile.  “So Seok, go tell them.” After a long blink and a deep inhale, he would look right into the camera, “Well, first of all, I think you in your wedding dress would be quite interesting.” And for a minute you —almost— forgot this was supposed to be a prank. “What do you mean?” you laughed at him. “I’m your husband.”  Say that again, please. —you’d think to yourself. “Seok, it was an accident!” a sweet and soft giggle leaves your mouth, “Okay, okay, for real now, tell them what got you interested in me.” He might’ve looked crazy in the eyes of the unknowing, but he was too in love to even care. Chuckling to himself, he’d repeat the words he’d want to hear everyday for the rest of his life, and only from you, “Husband…”

sungchan — “babies don't come from the sky.”

Off the bat, he’d find it incredibly amusing that you’d ask him to film a TikTok with you. He’d had his few every-other-day scrolls on the app, but this time he wasn’t quite sure of what you were bringing him in for.  “Sit down, Chan, I'm gonna hit record.” you spoke to his tall figure that stood in front of you at the foot end of your bed.  “What are we doing?” he very innocently questions.  “We’re gonna unbox something, now sit your ass down.” you looked up at him, and soon with a sulking face as you pleaded, “Please? we’ll be quick, then we could do the thing you wanted to try.” He immediately got himself seated next to you on the soft mattress. “Alright, let’s go!” You chuckle, taking out a box of something —something you didn’t put much thought into, anyways, it would only serve as a disguise for the actual purpose of the rolling camera.  “Can I open it?” you nod at his question.  But then you’d abruptly stop him. “Oh, wait! show it to the camera.” He’d hesitantly —and quite sheepishly— bring himself, then the box closer to the camera, giving it a little 360 of the box. “So what my husband is holding right there is the very exclusive—” “Are you pregnant?” “What?” you were visibly taken aback by his ‘question’, in hindsight it could be funny, but it would send anyone to shock, quite possibly a coma —you thought. “I am not Mister!” “Oh. Then. Why. Husband.” you pressed your lips together, suppressing a laugh. “Ah, I see how it is… you’re tryna get me to give you a baby.” “Jung Sungchan?” “The bed’s right here babe.” “You are vile.”

wonbin — “make-up or make love?”

“Please Binnie, I’m gonna make you look so pretty, I promise!”  It’s been a good ten minutes of you pleading with your beautiful boyfriend to film a make-over TikTok, with a hidden motive of course. He’d finally give up after your seventy-eighth please. “Fine, just 'cause I owe you one.” he’d utter, letting out a beaten exhale. You’d have him sitting right in front of your phone, like a vanity. Well, while make-up would usually come easy, it would only be difficult when he’d keep his eyes on yours that were so concentrated on making sure you were in fact making him look like a pretty little princess —if he already wasn’t one—  and if you suddenly shift forward and the shorter strands of your hair fall at the sides of your face, his finger would glide against the skin on your face, tucking the hair behind your ear.  “Wonbin.” “Why baby?” “You’re distracting me.” He’d let out a cocky laugh. “Really?” You made sure you’d finish his make up soon, so you could finally proceed with your plan. With your brush softly sweeping against his cheek for the last time, you’d put your stuff aside, hitting the record button for the final time.  “So here’s the final product, as you can see, my husband is looking really pretty, right?” your eyes would avert from your phone to your boyfriend. “What do you think baby?” Not so cocky now huh? —a smirk would spread across your lips as you eyed his rosy face. A smile was threatening to crack out of him, but out of utter bewilderment, he’d gulp and stutter, “W-wait, did you just— husband? me?” “Oh, that? sorry baby, I meant to say boyfriend, my bad, let’s restart—” “No, no. Keep that.” He’d reach out for your hand, his soft, pinkish and glossed lips making contact with its back side. “Post it —but you’re gonna have to wait until I’ve bought the ring, give it twenty-four hours.”

seunghan — “i'm the no. 1 trendsetter.”

The excitement that rushed through him when you had gently pushed on his shoulder to ask him, “Hey babe, I want to try this couple’s trend I saw on TikTok.” cannot even be wholly expressed with words.  “What trend? Are we filming right now? Wait, do I look okay? Where do you want me babe?” —his questions fired at you like he was chasing the ticks of your wall clock.  You found this action of his really precious, causing a short chuckle to fall off your lips. “Calm down Han, just settle yourself there —right there against the headboard.” he’d promptly push his back against the headboard, eyes following your figure as you set up the camera against one of your bigger plushies. “Wait, which trend is this?” He was curious as to why you hadn't shown him a video of the trend you were talking about for reference, or why you didn’t seem to have an audio picked out and ready.  “Let’s take turns saying what we love about each other —but, we have to act like we don’t see each other, act like I'm not here.” you tilted your head at him, and he’d shyly cover his smile with his hand, palm faced towards you. “You go first.” You quickly hit the record button, backing away as soon as it started recording. He’d hesitate for a while, fishing for your assuring gaze before turning back to the camera.  “The things I love about my girlfriend Y/n? there’s a lot. Now that I'm being questioned on the spot, it’s quite hard to list everything. Honestly, I love Y/n’s everything, her smile, her eyes, her skin, her hair, the way she’d always remind me to never forget this and that —and if you’re gonna ask why, well, I just do. I really don’t know how to explain it with words only—” A kiss would interrupt his very passionate statement, you were both admittedly very hot in the face. “Oh-kay, my turn.” you moved yourself a bit so the camera could get a decent view of you as you spoke. You cleared your throat before you spoke, “The things I love about my husband can be—”

“Huh?”

“Huh? what?” You watched his eyes dilate as soon as those words left your mouth. The look on his face was quite… concerning.  “Seunghan?” “We need to start over, let me go again.” “Wait Han, why?” “Since we’re changing labels here, might as well just call you my wife too, right?”

sohee — “nara smith who? i only know y/n.”

Sohee was quietly settled on the couch, patiently waiting for you to get finished with the very important matter you had to deal with in the kitchen. You told him to just wait there, that by the end of it, you’ll give him something worth his while. He’d turn around, still seated on the couch, peaking at you moving around in the kitchen. He’d immediately catch the tripod you were setting up and asked, “Are you taking a video?” You’d glance behind you for a brief moment, humming a reply, “Mm-hmm~” “Oh, okay, good luck!” you’d chuckle to yourself hearing his cheery spur, such a lovely voice he had.  Though, for the following moments, you’d make sure your voice filled the confines of your place, and the only sound his ears would take in. You cleared your throat so that you would be able to project your voice.  “Today I feel extra happy, so I’ll be making my husband his favorite for dinner.” Your what now? —he’d perk up from the couch, and seriously contemplate on whether he should just get up and jump you in your kitchen, give you a million kisses and hug you till his arms weren’t able to lock you in anymore.  You continued, thinking he might’ve not heard, so you planned on saying it again, but then suddenly you’d feel some weight on your shoulder.  “I hope I’ll be the only one to hear that from you.” his hot breath fanned against your ear as he whispered, laying his chin on your shoulder.  “Hear what baby?”  “Husband —I wouldn’t marry you till, like, we’re ready, but I hope I’m the one. I love you.” 

anton — “i'm in my food critic era.”

He was quite surprised to see you playfully prancing at him with a bag full of foreign snacks you ordered online. When you’d propose to him to accompany you to try some, of course he’d oblige, who’d pass on some good food? “Where’d you get this from?” he asks as he looks through the plastic bag.  “Online, my mom took the box and a few snacks, but we have all of these left to try.” his fond eyes gleamed at the way your hands did speedy little claps. “Tony, can I film us trying it?” “You mean, like a food review?” you’d briskly nod at him, and suddenly he cups your face. “Okay love, let’s do it now.” You set up your phone, settling it against Anton’s water bottle. You take out all the snacks, laying them down neatly enough that it doesn’t look too disarrayed despite not being organized at all.  You hit record, and you’d wear a very dear tone with your voice, “I ordered snacks from several parts of the world —and today, with me is my husband, Anton.” you’d spare him a glance, but waa just frozen in his spot. “Say hi, Tony.” “Oh-uh, well, hi. I’m. Gonna —get married?” watching his anxious self, you couldn’t help but almost guffaw, but before it could burst out of you, you’d hug him.  “Tony, why’d you say that?” he’d look at you as if you commited a felony.  “You called me husband?” “Did I?”  He shook his head, very steadily and very slowly, a clear depiction of how disappointed he was. “I can’t believe you’d gaslight your husband.” It was painful to keep up with the act, but you’d playfully roll your eyes at him, talking to the camera once more, “Well, anyways, let’s try the first snack here…” Your silence was concerning at most, the sounds of the food’s packaging being ripped open pierced his ear as if it were the most eery of sounds.  “You really didn’t mean it?” you held up the act of perplexity as you laid your eyes at him.  “What’s ‘it’ Tony?” The light in his eyes would dim, and you would immediately take notice of it. A sense of guilt would wash over you at the sight of him, till you could no longer keep it up. “It was supposed to be a prank—” He’d cut your explanation short with a comical gasp, “I knew it.” “Of course you did.” —you lost, and so you’d reach for your phone to stop the recording.  “Hold on, we haven’t even tried any of the snacks.”  “We weren’t really meant to, I just used it as an excuse for the prank…”  “And? keep it rolling love." His soft urging was enough for you to set the phone back up again. “Oh, we’d have to restart the recording…” “That’s okay. Let’s do it again. Prank me again.” Call me your husband again. —you would never really hear his thoughts, but he hoped that his words were enough to tell you that he was a big fan of your ‘prank’, though to him, it would never be a prank, but perhaps something else.

something fluffy to combat my next angst fic :>

[starsvein]

WHAT COLOUR IS YOUR AURA?

Umber

book spines, suits, coffee, deep soil, violins, bear fur, staircases. your essence is umber: you are strong and silent, rarely ruffled. yet, you are unmoored; tender and drifting, you are unsure of your motivation save for to do good. many find you generous and stalwart -- but melancholy. you are the keeper. you are the ungrudging. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of brown, beige, hickory, and garnet, who share your profound determination. you are also drawn to the flamboyant magenta and gold, who will help you grow and show you how to follow your heart without guilt. however, you may struggle to get along with the self-focused personalities of royal and crimson who rarely compromise.