#it’s earthy and like calming to me idk

[razor-sweet]

best girl

[appocalipse]

heyy if ur taking requests could u maybe do like bestfriends steve + reader where steve, eddie, nancy and robin have to pick up reader from a party and she’s like REAL drunk and just idk super clingy w steve and doesn’t wanna not be touching him. maybe eddie, nancy and robin all make fun of him for it but they acc find it rly cute.

thank you for your request! ♥♥♥ | 2.2k words

"Stevie!"

You collide into him suddenly, nearly knocking him back a step or two with the force of your momentum; there's a smile on Steve's face when you look up at him through eyes that are more than a little hazy with inebriation. You're drunk. Probably way past drunk, if the way the world won't seem to hold still is anything to go by, but you don't care. There are other things vying for your attention—like how warm he feels against you, how safe he makes you feel, how pretty he looks from up close...

"Whoa," Steve says as you lean even further into him and loop your arms around his waist in a tight hug. "How much did you have to drink, exactly?"

He doesn't mean it in a mean way, which is why you grin up at him from where you've got your cheek pressed firmly to his chest. You can feel his heart beating under the palm of your hand now, a steady and calming rhythm that soothes something inside of you.

"Dunno," you reply, grinning stupidly when you catch sight of maybe three copies of Eddie Munson standing off to Steve's left; all of them have identical amused looks on their faces. "Might've had, like, a couple..."

Steve sighs deeply, though there's no exasperation or disappointment to be found in his expression when he tilts your face upwards to look you over properly. You just beam dopily at him, because he's so pretty right now you don't know what else to do.

"Dude," Eddie speaks up, drawing Steve's gaze away from you while your own attention goes back to pressing yourself even more snugly into him, "she is totally sloshed."

You frown, shaking your head in fervent disagreement.

"Am not!"

"Sure you aren't, sweetheart," Eddie agrees placidly, but you get the impression he doesn't really mean it.

Before you can point this out, however, the blurry shape of Robin Buckley steps forward. The room is dark with flashing strobe lights and smoky with incense and cigarette smoke, but you'd recognize her voice anywhere.

"Who let you drink this much?" Robin asks as she lifts a hand up to brush some hair back from your forehead.

It's oddly soothing and so you lean into the contact with a happy hum. Robin and the others laugh — but then again, it sounds kinder than mean, the kind of laugh that bubbles up when you find something unexpectedly endearing, and so you don't mind as much as you maybe should.

"Nobody," you mumble as you press your face into the side of Steve's neck and take a deep breath in; his scent is the same as always, earthy and warm with an underlying hint of that stupid spray he likes to use sometimes. "I'm here alone. 'Cause Steve here blew me off for you guys, but that's okay," you say, even though, to be fair, it sort of isn't true — he didn't blow you off.

"Hey," Steve starts, sounding half-indignant and half-apologetic all at once. He's got an arm around your shoulder now, supporting you and keeping you upright, which makes you want to tangle yourself up in him completely. "You didn't tell me you wanted me to come hang out with you tonight!"

You sigh mournfully against his skin, feeling wistful all of a sudden. It's true. You hadn't told him. That was partially due to the fact that you had been trying to prove to yourself that you weren't so desperately and helplessly infatuated with him that you needed his presence constantly, but that plan had obviously backfired on you spectacularly.

"No," you mutter unhappily as Steve moves the two of you towards a nearby couch. "But I missed you. Don't wanna miss you."

Nancy, Robin, and Eddie, who are watching the two of you with expressions of varying degrees of amusement, exchange looks. Steve pretends not to notice, probably because he knows he won't like what they have to say if he hears it, and instead guides you down onto the cushions next to him. "You're drunk."

"You're pretty," you reply without hesitation, even though you're very clearly changing the subject. "It's unfair, y'know?"

You hear Robin snort, followed by a quiet thud like someone's just been slapped on the arm, and you know it's her who laughed, and that it must have been Nancy who'd shut her up. You don't know where Eddie is; you're not even sure when he wandered off, to be honest. You're too focused on Steve and the way his face looks under the colorful flashing lights.

"Oh yeah?" he asks, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling too widely at your comment. His eyes are bright with laughter when you meet his gaze and nod confidently. "How do I get 'unfair', exactly?"

"'S all in the face," you say matter-of-factly, your own fingers trailing down his cheek in an almost absentminded gesture. "Kinda makes it hard to think about anything else sometimes, if I'm being real here. Like, it's not really fair, 'cause then what are we supposed to talk about? Oh, oh—and then there's your hair!"

"My hair?"

Robin wheezes somewhere behind you, which would have made you giggle if you were still paying attention to the people in the room besides Steve, but you're not.

"Mmhmm," you hum, your eyes running over the soft brown locks on top of his head. "Love it. Wanna touch it all the time. Y'see, Steve? You see? This is why it's not fair at all. And, and—" you trail off here for dramatic effect, squinting at him theatrically before leaning closer with your hand cupped to the side of your mouth, as if you're about to share something private. "—the way you make my insides feel? So, so unfair. Totally your fault, buddy."

"Wha-" Steve croaks out, looking alarmed and caught off guard by your drunken confession. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh," you regain your serious tone, frowning at him in a somewhat bemused manner when he continues to gape at you. "Not 'sposed to tell you. S'not the rules."

Eddie barks out a laugh somewhere off to your left, but Steve ignores him. "Rules?"

"Yeah, 's against the rules, dummy," you say, like he should've already known that. "Gotta follow the rules! Duh. Steve."

"Yeah, Steve, duh," Robin pipes up, earning herself a glare from Steve as well as a smirk from Eddie. "Oops, sorry. Please, continue."

"Can I touch your hair? Like, please, 'cause I might die if I don't, 'kay? If that's okay. Gotta test the theory. Just a little bit, though." You can tell by his expression that he wants to laugh, and that he's also mildly worried that you've lost your mind. "Please?"

Robin, Eddie and Nancy have their hands clapped over their mouths to contain their laughter. You're too drunk to notice, but Steve narrows his eyes at them in warning. "Yes," he says. "Just—yeah, go ahead."

With a little noise of excitement, you reach out to card your fingers through his hair. He smells really good — like clean laundry and fresh pine trees — and the feel of his hair in your palm is exactly what you had imagined, though you're loathe to pull your hand away now that you've felt it.

Steve goes unnaturally still as you press your face into the juncture between his neck and shoulder, a move he should have expected but didn't, and you sigh happily when the scent of his cologne hits you full force. He's like a living, breathing, cuddly teddy bear, you think, a combination of warmth, softness, and comfort all rolled up in one gorgeous, handsome, unobtainable package.

"You're warm," you mumble, feeling like you could fall asleep right now. "So, so warm. 'S like you've got a space heater in your chest, 'n that's like, so awesome."

He blinks a few times, momentarily speechless as he tries to come to terms with the fact that you are, in fact, drunk enough to be saying whatever the hell comes to your mind. "Uh, thanks?"

"Smell nice too," you murmur, hugging him tighter to you. "Like, wow. Love your hair, like, love love."

His cheeks are burning hot now, his heart beating erratically in his chest when he notices Eddie staring at the two of you with a knowing gleam in his eye. "That's—thank you, but, hey, come on now," Steve says, his voice faltering a little. "Let's get you home, okay?"

"I don't wanna."

"Don't you wanna sleep in your bed?"

You pause, considering his words, and eventually concede that, yes, your bed does sound lovely right about now, so you give him a brief nod in response. "I guess, but can you come too?"

He chokes on air, but manages to play it off by clearing his throat. "What—to your bed? No!"

"Why not?"

Steve shifts a little under your intense, alcohol-addled scrutiny; he feels strangely guilty, as though he's letting you down by saying no. "Because you're drunk?" he says, feeling flustered and unreasonably nervous all of a sudden.

You scrunch up your face in a pout. "Oh, that's a dumb reason."

Steve chuckles and you sigh happily again, because you love his laugh and everything else about him, and he seems to realize this, given the way his expression softens. "Come on, you drunkard. Let's go home," he says gently, tugging on your arm in an attempt to get you to stand.

You resist at first, shaking your head stubbornly as you hold onto him. "Can't. My legs don't work anymore. They're all wobbly."

Steve closes his eyes for a moment, huffs out a soft laugh, and you can't help but grin up at him. He's so pretty that, like, how is that even allowed? How can you be around him and not spontaneously combust or something?

"Well, what if I carried you?"

"Like a princess?"

Steve looks at you with an expression you can't decipher — it's halfway between incredulous and endeared, and it makes your heart feel too big for your rib cage.

"How romantic," Nancy observes.

"So long as she doesn't throw up on him," Eddie adds, nodding sagely in agreement.

"Oh, I hope she does," Robin says, with a devious smile, "he'd deserve it for being such a coward."

"I'm...right here, guys, and I can still hear you." Steve finally says, throwing them a scathing look that only makes them laugh. "If you're not going to be helpful, you can wait in the car."

"As if," Eddie counters.

Steve opens his mouth to tell him where exactly he can stick his opinions, when you grab the front of his shirt and drag him closer.

"Steve," you say, the smile falling from your face as a sudden thought occurs to you. "Are you mad at me? Because I can go home by myself. That's okay."

"Hey, no," he replies softly, "I'm not mad at you, sweetheart. Not ever."

"'Sweetheart'? Really?" Eddie mutters to Nancy, who elbows him in the ribs when he doesn't lower his voice in time. "Ow, okay, okay—just saying. Don't want them to keep dancing around each other forever, is all."

"I'm not dancing," you tell him, completely unaware of Eddie's snickering, "I don't have any shoes on, Eddie. Wouldn't be able to dance without shoes on. Silly."

"My bad," Eddie says, his lips twitching with badly concealed laughter, "forgive me."

Steve scowls at him before turning his attention back to you, his face so close to yours that you can momentarily feel the tickle of his breath against your skin. "Okay, come on," he says, "up we go."

And then, in one swift movement, he slides his arm under your knees and scoops you up into his arms. You let out a squeak of surprise and automatically wrap your arms around his neck to steady yourself.

"Oh, oh, oh," you say excitedly, "you really are gonna carry me."

"Told you so." Steve adjusts his grip on you and makes his way towards the exit. "Are you good? Am I hurting you?"

You shake your head slowly, grinning as you stare at him from a whole new angle. "No," you tell him, feeling much more awake than you were moments before. "This is...this is like, actually kinda cool."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you repeat, smiling shyly back at him. "Feel like a real life Cinderella now. Whoa, you're, like, super strong."

"Yeah, Stevie, you're 'super strong.'" Eddie teases, waggling his eyebrows when Steve sends him a quick glare. "Aw, don't look at me like that. It's cute. The two of you."

Nancy doesn't tease like Robin and Eddie do. She walks behind Steve, making sure to stay a couple steps behind to give the two of you some privacy. Even so, when you look over your shoulder to make sure nobody's listening, she gives you a wink and a small thumbs-up that makes you smile.

The parking lot is filled with teenagers all wandering aimlessly in groups, so it takes Steve a while to navigate his way through the crowd. By the time he finds the spot where he parked his BMW, you've grown drowsy enough to rest your head on his shoulder.

Eddie immediately pops open the door to the backseat, slapping it a few times as he looks over at Steve and grins. "Hurry it up, lover boy," he drawls out, "she looks half-asleep already."

"She's fine," Steve shoots back, frowning in annoyance when Eddie and Robin both pretend to yawn exaggeratedly, "shut up. I hate you guys."

[dinsbeskar]

Wicked Game (Sauron/F!Reader)

He knows he shouldn't covet you, that he is above such earthy things as love. So why does he stalk you in the forests you call home? It's love at first sight, and the feeling is mutual; or:

Sauron engages in some light stalking and gets the girl somehow.

Prequel to In the Dark of the Night // AO3 Link

Songs to listen to: Wicked Game / Beautiful Stranger / Iris

What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way

What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you

Warnings: 18+! Smut, fluff, lil bit of angst, P in V sex, fingering, licking/biting. Sauron!! He's super creepy, sorry, idk what to say, there's some stalking, some creepy behaviour, he's a bit unhinged. Love at first sight!! Like babe it's been an afternoon, calm down. Anyway we move fast!!

A/N: bro is head empty, no thoughts, down bad in this, sorry!! in this house we subscribe to the 'elves fuck once and they're married for eternity' idea, so there's that tiny spoiler for you!

Word Count: 6.2k!

Mairon was already old when he met you, unfathomably ancient in fact, wandering Arda and beholding the power of creation, amongst other things. He was sure he had already experienced everything there was on the physical plain, but you would prove him wrong indeed. When the first Elves awoke, he felt a pull, like many of the Ainur, to see the new life that now roamed the forests and plains they had sung into being. He was not the first spirit to stumble across the peoples of Middle Earth, and he would not be the last. Watching your people dance and sing and create gave him new inspiration to take back to Aulë's forge, to bring order and balance to your lives as he saw fit, for who could know better than he?

Today was a feast day, when all of your people were out in the forest hunting and foraging, mirthful song filling the glades as you ran barefoot through the trees, breathless with laughter and exertion, carrying a basket of berries meant for the evening's festivities. Pale golden light streamed through the leafy canopy, dust motes floating in the rays and sparkling like the stars above. You looked around for your companions, a little far off beyond the thicket you had picked through for its fruit. Unperturbed, you continued, hearing the silvery sound of water flowing somewhere in the vicinity. A drink or a dip was almost certain, you thought, to refresh you and your companions before the feast, but you would find it first and save them from searching. Soft birdsong and rustling leaves accompanied by a warm breeze made for the perfect setting; how could you wish for more?

He makes a great effort to be silent, not wishing to frighten you, unsure of how his sudden appearance might affect you. After all, you hadn't heard him the countless times before, why should you now? He matches your footsteps, remaining in step with you behind the trees in the merciful shadow, careful not to disturb the undergrowth, picking carefully through the wildflowers that scent the air. Your pointed ears prick up at a rustle in the trees, and you snap your head round to investigate. He darts behind a gnarled oak tree, holding his breath and awaiting your discovery. You smile and shake your head softly; what could you possibly be afraid of in these forests, your home for decades? You continue following the sound of the stream up ahead, ignoring all other sounds in the forest now, much to his satisfaction. How innocent you are, how much you need his protection, for what would you do if there were forces that wished to subdue you or do you harm? The glint in his eye grows as he draws closer, still choosing to remain hidden from you. He could use his powers to disguise himself, to stalk you unnoticed almost hand in hand with you, and had done on a few occasions, close enough to smell your soft hair, even to take a few strands for himself, but somehow he likes this better, imagining you the innocent prey to his stealthy predator, a thrill at the though of catching you rushing through him as quickly as he pushes it away. He only wants to watch you, to know you, to observe, nothing more. What interest could you possibly have in one another beyond curiosity?

The first time he saw you, many moons ago, you'd been surrounded by your fellow Elves, dancing in harmony in a field of wildflowers, sweet music in the air. He hadn't thought much of you at first if truth be told, you were all very much alike; all fair and graceful, joyful and innocent. It was only when the music picked up, your dance became faster and more frenetic, that an Elf with long golden hair had tripped and fallen, disrupting the rhythm, leaving all your companions giggling at her misfortune. He too had laughed at her stumble, grateful that the music covered his sudden outburst, but then he noticed you, with your hand outstretched and a comforting smile to greet your fallen comrade, who shook herself off while you picked stray leaves from her hair. She seemed unhurt, and no one else was concerned, already having resumed their merriment, but you held back a moment to check she was well. He was instantly captivated, itching to reveal himself and carry you off, to protect the light within you, or consume it wholly. The tiny semblance of self-restraint he had left held him back, told him to wait and observe, to absorb all he could about you; the idea of you rejecting his advances was intolerable, triggering waves of nauseous anger throughout his being. No, patience would serve him, and so he had waited, oh so patiently. Your kindness had, and would, be your undoing.

Illuminated up ahead is the stream you've been chasing; it's small, barely a trickle, but you follow it regardless. The water is cool and clear and refreshes your worn feet, and you lift your dress to keep it clear as you pad down the river bed, feeling the sandy mud between your toes being washed away as you lift your feet into the current. The light is beginning to fade now, you know you should turn back, but you're sure there is a pool nearby, and it would feel so good to swim a little before getting back to the others. They could share in it tomorrow, but today you could bask in some sweet time alone.

He has been following your softly trodden path in the mossy forest floor, but when he reaches the water's edge, it vanishes. Cursing, he casts about, searching for a hint of your next steps. He had only stopped for a moment, distracted by the way your hair catches the light, your graceful smile, the way your dress flows over your frame. A fleeting thought of taking that same dress off you, the image of you pliant underneath him, all had left him breathless, frankly caught unawares, still unused to the urge to get close to you even after all this time, and the strange feelings that coursed through his fair form that he had never experienced before setting his gaze upon you. He had passed a few golden afternoons like this - perhaps many if he were ever honest - watching and waiting for you, but every occasion felt like a lifetime, which for Mairon was indeed no understatement.

Frustration coursed through him, filling the pit of his stomach with a strange churning at the thought of losing you; it was a feeling he couldn't quite place, nor come to terms with. These mortal forms were not for him, he decided, the lack of clarity in these feelings was suffering enough, and he turned to leave, embarrassed now that he had let it get this far. It was a foolish errand, carried out once too often, following you through the forest with no thought but to see what you would do if you only turned around, saw him, embraced him-

A sharp crack rang out through the trees as he snapped a branch under his feet in his haste, all thoughts of moving in the shadows abandoned as his self-admonishment moved him to run, to leave now before he could become entangled with you. But as he scolded himself for his lack of self control, he heard you call out.

"Who's there? Did you find me? And here I was, hoping for some peace," you laugh, expecting your friends to join you as you wade in the crystal clear waters.

Your eyes widen and you stare at the stranger who appears as if from the shadows themselves, a small smile gracing his face. He is ethereal, and frankly you have never beheld a being more beautiful, but for the first time in your life, a small voice deep in your mind advises caution.

"I didn't mean to startle you, young one," his smooth voice reaches your ears and sends tingles from the top of your head to the tips of your toes.

"You didn't," you lie, after a long pause, not wanting to discomfort him any more than he seemed to be. Blood rushed to your face as he regards you intensely, as if you'd met before.

"Were you looking for something? The pool perhaps? It is a warm day, I couldn't be too surprised to find someone else had the same idea." You gesture to yourself with your skirts around your waist, legs submerged.

He steps closer, still regarding you, his smile widening. You had said something right apparently, and you couldn't shake the feeling of satisfaction that his lovely smile gave you; as long as he kept looking at you like that, you felt you might be content forever, such were the tender pangs your heart suddenly felt in his presence. You didn't even know his name, and so immediately you ask.

"I have many names," he articulates carefully, eyes on yours, unblinking.

"So what name should I use for you?" You ask teasingly, beginning to step out of the water, wringing the edges of your skirts out.

Unthinking he stretches out his hand, and as if on instinct, you take it, not needing the assistance but immediately grateful you took it. His hand is warm and strong, and encircles yours comfortingly, fitting perfectly. A wave of some strange feeling overtakes you, a heat beginning in your abdomen, flowing through you. You've never experienced it before, but from what you have heard from your married kin, it might be called lust.

Your face feeling hot now, you look away, anywhere but at this beautiful stranger, and notice a small dark stain blooming on his shoe. Your eyes widen and you drop to your knees to look closer, unheeding of the change in his stance as he takes you in from above. What magic could you wield over him in this position, he wonders.

"You're hurt, my lord," you motion to his foot, and he realises that in his trance, the branch had broken his sole and pierced his flesh. The pain had gone unnoticed until now, your spell over him seeming to soothe any ill in his body or soul, but now that you'd pointed it out, he winced and cursed this body of flesh and bone, so easily vulnerable to the perils of mortality, even if his fëa was not.

"Come, let me look at it, it might be serious," you beckon him to follow you to a fallen tree trunk, lying oh so conveniently on its side, as if waiting for two lovers to take their seats on its bark. He stands awkwardly, watching you, his brow furrowed as if he had no idea what you have planned, before you laugh and pull him to sit. Without ceremony, you strip him of his shoe and examine the wound.

"That is a lot of blood for such a small wound," you murmur, tracing the arch of his foot. You find yourself touching his skin a fraction too long, and without looking at him, you straighten and go back to the pool.

His eyes never leave you, even as you avoid his gaze, ripping a strip of gauzy fabric from your dress and wetting it, before hurrying back. Almost imperceptible to the average observer, your hands shake, but he is not the average observer, and he has observed you for quite a while now. You're nervous, he realises with a tiny smirk, and it thrills him, sending a delicious shiver down his spine. All these new feelings this body gave him, they don't appear to cease evolving while you're this close, close enough that he feels your breath on his skin and nearly gasps. He needs to pull himself together, but try as he might, alas, your kindness was intoxicating. He had known such goodness in Aman when he'd dwelt there with his kin, if you could call them that, but his recent company was somewhat lacking in that department.

You sit back on your haunches and look once more at the wound, now nearly clean and seemingly smaller than it had been. Shrugging to yourself, you carefully dab away the blood that still drips onto the ground beneath you, soaking into the moss and ferns; you don't notice how they seem to brown and wilt with each drop.

"Is everything alright, my lady?" He asks, quick to notice your confusion, eager to distract you from the plants at your knees.

His lady, that did sound delightful. You know it is a manner of speech, but for a moment it is rather blissful to imagine it, the lady to this gracious lord.

"I think I might have overestimated how badly you were injured, it seems to be only a scratch," you reply, still a little bemused as to the disproportionate amount of blood. How were you to know that he could heal himself with nary a thought.

You start to pull away, but he is reluctant to let you go so soon, wishing for a moment it had been a serious matter, that he would require all of your gentle care and undivided attention for the foreseeable future, kicking himself that he didn't allow the wound to fester and bloom. He casts about for any excuse and uncharacteristically lands on a weak one.

"Your dress, my lady, how can I make it up to you? After all, your efforts ought not be in vain." He knows how to ingratiate himself with most folk, and makes the most of his skills to do so, but there is a tiny part of him now that actually feels he owes a kindness in return. It's an alien notion, and he attempts to brush it aside, but as he lingers in your presence, he realises that he would sooner abduct you from this glade than let you leave him, and if a kindness is what it will take, then he will fulfil it.

A small crinkle appears in your brow, then you glance down at the torn hem and chuckle.

"It is nothing, my lord, easily fixed, and anyone would have done the same." You graciously reply.

The way you look up at him through your lashes, his heart skips a beat; he didn't even know it could do that.

Your small nervous smile becomes radiant, beaming even, as you bask in the glow of the dappled light illuminating his face. You realise you don't want him to leave just yet, inexplicably drawn to his presence, and you cast about for any reason at all that would keep him here.

"I'm afraid your shoe is a little wet." To your credit, it actually is wet, full of blood, but in an inexplicable act to scupper his departure, before he can react and you can elaborate, you find yourself holding it on the water's edge.

Your hands move faster than your brain, and you drop it into the shallows, looking him dead in the eye.

For a moment, all is still between you, and you bite your lip, your mischievous grin suddenly uneasy as your mind catches up with you and you consider what in all of Middle Earth you just did. This is a total stranger, an ethereallly beautiful one at that, and you have no idea how he will react to your escapade. You straighten and wring your hand a little behind your back, awaiting a wrath that would never come.

"It would appear it is very wet, my lady." And he throws back his head and laughs long and hard, a sound that you want to elicit from him again and again.

When you are lying entwined together, many years and hardships later, he will ask you what you were thinking, and as ever you answer him honestly: you only wanted him to stay, however you had to do it.

With a playful laugh, you retrieve the sodden shoe and shake it off, before holding it out to him. He can still leave, you think, but it will be mighty awkward.

He takes it, throws it behind him, kicks off his other shoe, and shrugs off his robe. Your mouth falls open a little and you lick your lips unconsciously, as his frame is revealed, taut and lean, through his thin shirt. He rucks up his trousers and joins you in the shallow water, shivering a little at the sensation.

Instinctively, you outstretch your hand to steady him, and he takes it without thinking. His touch soothes any nerves you had and sparks a fire that seems to trail up your arm and end in your aching chest. You hadn't noticed you were holding your breath and slowly exhaled, careful not to alert him to your sudden onslaught of sensation. He considers you for a moment, smile tugging at his lips, seemingly fascinated by where you are joined, fingers entwined. And then he has a mad idea.

The tension in the air is cut by a sudden splash of water on your face, and as you clear your eyes, you realise he was the one that had thrown it. He had seen many an elf play-fighting in the water all the time, throwing it at one another joyously, victory seemingly determined by who doused their opponents the most. He had never partaken, obviously, but now inspiration took him, and you had made the first move with his shoe, but now as he watched your face screw up with indignation, water in your eyes and hair, he wasn't so sure it was the right jest with which to entice you.

For a moment you are dumbfounded. This stranger, whose name you still didn't even know, whom you'd only met in the last hour, had started a water fight.

Seemingly affronted, you snatch your hand away and make to leave, turning your back to him. His face falls and he realises this was probably not the way to win your affections.

"My lady, I-" his apology is cut short by an armful of water to the face, as you reach down into the pool and swing as much as you can in his general direction in one fell swoop.

Cackling with triumphant laughter, you can't help but feel a little sorry for him as he stands there absolutely sopping wet, eyebrows in his hairline, looking positively flabbergasted. Unfortunately for you, his eyes narrow as he realises your subterfuge, and the game commences.

It is over soon enough, the two of you emerging soaked and giggling like children, having run rings around each other and giving as good as you got, both of you thoroughly avenged. As you both wade back to shore, he takes your hand and holds it in the air.

"Ladies and gentlemen, lords and ladies, I present the victor of the battle-"

He is interrupted by the both of you breaking down into breathless laughter once again, two strangers no more.

On the sandy bank, he climbs out first, and awaits you, but you hold back.

"What should I call you then, my lord, unless that is what you prefer to be named?" You have to ask, needing introductions now you had so thoroughly beaten him in battle, never mind your fascination with him, the overwhelming urge to pull him close.

"I have many names, my lady, and you have not yet told me yours," he replies, almost but not quite frowning at you, confused as to why it really matters, why you would need to know who he is after having passed such a pleasurable afternoon together.

"You first, I asked you before and you avoided the question." Your expression is now serious; why would he want to conceal himself from you, after you had passed such a pleasurable afternoon together?

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I have many names, but the one I prefer," he holds his breath a little, still unsure as to how you might receive him, "is Mairon."

After a long pause, in which he considers fleeing, or possibly burning the forest down, your expression brightens as you mull over his name, feel it in your mouth, wonder over the meaning.

"That is beautiful," you murmur, "the admirable? You must be something wonderful to have earned such a name, my lord."

Relief washes over him as he realises his true name must not yet be known in these parts; rumours and slander would not colour his attempts to woo you after all.

His gaze softens as he watches you taste his name on your tongue, and he has a sudden aching longing to know what it sounds like when you're on your back and breathless under him. Surely nothing could be sweeter.

"And you, love, what am I to call you?" He is so struck by you, he barely notices the crucial detail that slips from his lips, but you do, and you regard him with a strange look he can't place.

Love, he said, so casually and so delicious to hear, your breath hitches and for a second the world spins. You've only just met this man, if he is even a man, and he uses such pet names as if you've known each other a lifetime.

"Amarië, that's what everyone calls me." You had almost forgotten he had asked, and it was only the silence between you that reminded you to answer.

"Goodness. A fitting name for so virtuous a maiden." He steps closer, still on the bank, oh so tall above you, the light through the trees illuminating him from behind, leaving his features in shadow.

Of course, he already knew your name, and had always thought it fitting. Indeed, it was one of the reasons he had hesitated to approach you, for surely one so good could not possibly want nor need one such as him, despite the ache in his heart that told him you were his to take, the rest of Arda be damned. He knew his purpose in Arda was a valiant one; his methods, however, he was aware they were... contestable.

Your face grows hot at his compliment, and you look down and away, anywhere but at his gaze, currently fixed on you, intense and contemplative. He gently lifts your chin, seeming to study your every feature, every nuance in your expression until he sees what he desires.

A shadow passes over his face, before he tightens his grip and finally pulls you from the shallow water. You stumble a little, but he is right there to catch you, strong arms around you as your free hand is crushed between you, pressed against his chest. His eyes are dark, scaring you and thrilling you all at once, like a wolf studying its prey before their total annihilation. Then he takes your face in his hands and claims your lips, as if he's finally satisfying some dark long-held urge, and you cannot help but melt.

It is as if he has done this a thousand times before, teasing you with his tongue, demanding entrance to your mouth as if he wants to drown in you.

Electric tingles spread over your skin everywhere he touches, from your neck where he grips you softly, to your lips he has claimed for his own, to your waist that he refuses to yield from his embrace.

He is unrelenting, refusing to let you come up for air, even as you claw at his arms for release. Finally he seems to realise his mistake and pulls back, lips swollen and parted in pleasure. You take a deep breath, chuckling a little as you do so.

"You are no Elf, my lord Mairon," you remark, righting your dress and smoothing your hair where he had wound his fingers.

With a slightly apologetic smirk, he nods. "I am something far greater, my love, so from time to time, I might forget such... intricacies."

In this moment, you feel as though your heart might burst, wanting him close, touching you, encircling you. But a shiver travels down your spine as the little voice whispering warnings becomes a scream, beholding him not as an ethereal being sent to ravish you, but a danger to ruin you. It was all too brief and you shook it off, for how could this beautiful creature ever mean you harm?

Evening becomes night, and you migrate from the tree trunk to the forest floor. Nestled into him with his arm wrapped around your shoulders, you share the basket of berries that will surely be missed at the feast of your kin, and talk for hours about everything and nothing. He tells you of his work, that he is a smith and loves nothing more than to create beautiful things, but he has never had more exquisite inspiration than you.

He seems to know just what to say, soft words whispered only to please you, and all you want is more. He traces his fingers up and down your arm, across your collarbone, into the shell of your ear, idly mapping every inch of you.

He doesn't press you further than gentle touches and tiny kisses peppering your skin. Perhaps though he is no Elf, he is aware of your people's customs, that to give yourself to him in body would be to make the two of you one forever, body and soul. You're not so sure that isn't what you want, but you appreciate the gesture nonetheless; after all, you have only known him an afternoon.

It takes all of his self-restraint to suppress the urge to take you here and now, after all, who were you to stop him? But he wanted you when you were ready for him, mind, body, and soul, and he was willing to wait, even if it took an age. Admittedly it would be a difficult wait, he muses, as he realises the close proximity of your body to his is having an unexpected effect on him. He shifts position to avoid you noticing how hard he is just from touching you, and he prays to any of the Valar who might have an ear for him that his wait for you will be swift.

You twirl a tiny flower idly between your forefinger and thumb, gazing up at the heavens, your other hand wrapped in his. You are such exquisite inspiration, he muses, smirking as he realises he can have you after all. He sits up, making you groan, robbed of his warmth.

"What are you doing, love?" You complain, taking a slightly petulant tone that makes him chuckle.

"You'll see, patience is a virtue," he reaches out with his closest hand and smoothes your hair, gesturing for you to lie back down.

You kick your feet a little, suitably admonished but impatient still.

"Come back to me, I had just got comfortable, and you've ruined it now!" You laugh at him, his back turned to you so you can't make out what he is doing.

You sigh long and loud, earning an affectionate chuckle, before you lay back down and close your eyes. It is but a few moments later that he grasps your hand and pulls you up to face him. When you see what he has readied, you gasp, tears pricking your eyes.

Purple irises grow with literal wild abandon in these fields and you had always loved them, weaving them in your hair and stitching their image on your garb. In his hand, perched on his fingertips as if it is the most precious thing in creation, is a tiny iris in full bloom, its slender stem wound and plaited into a ring, with its gorgeous indigo flower crowning it like no diamond ever could.

He is on his knees in front of you, ring in hand, and for a second you cannot quite put the pieces together. You have known him a day, if that? It is a beautiful gift, but can you accept the deeper meaning behind it, that seems to lie in his expression, if not his words.

"It is beautiful, my lord," you sigh, "I think I shall require your aid in putting it on, it is so delicate after all."

Your heart aches at his wide smile, the crinkle of his eyes as he wordlessly slips it onto the fourth finger of your left hand, which surely he cannot know would mean-

"I would make you mine, my love, if you would have me," he murmurs, heart beating out of his chest, sentiment momentarily making him soft and weak for you.

So he does know the significance, and in an instant you feel as though you've been doused in liquid fire, nerves tying your stomach in knots, regarding his gift on your finger with equal parts trepidation and excitement.

You close the space between you and grasp his face with both hands, claiming his lips for your own, fingers travelling to his hair and over the pointed tips of his ears. He moans deep in his chest and pushes you backwards into your makeshift bed, peppering you with kisses until all your skin is ablaze.

"I am yours," you breathe, words so soft he might have missed them, had you not whispered directly into his ear, clutching his neck and whimpering as he maps every uncovered inch of you he can reach with his lips.

He groans, a noise so guttural it surprises you in the best way, sending a wave of arousal to between your legs. He rolls his hips against yours, and you feel something hard against your mound, through all the layers of fabric between you.

The stars blaze above you, hot and bright, but they have nothing on the way he makes you feel. You have heard of love at first sight, but never thought it might happen to you, that it was rare enough if it happened at all.

His hot breath trails down your neck to your collarbone, and his clever fingers work to unlace you from the fabric shielding you from his gaze. He stops a moment, breathing heavily.

"Tell me you want this -" his silver tongue licks your ear and sucks at your neck. "Tell me you need this."

His gaze is so heated, and his voice rough with arousal, that you clench your legs together to relieve that ache that has been building there since you met him. It seems like forever ago now, impossible that it has not even been a day.

"I need you," you hiss, desperate for any touch he'll bestow upon you. "...I'll always need you, now that I have you, I can't let you go."

Your words shatter the last remaining resolve he had not to ruin you, and he takes you as his own. Stripping every inch of you until you are bare before him, desperate for his skin on yours, he wraps you in his arms, legs entwined with yours. The violent urge to claim you was not satisfied, but he would have plenty of time to show you all of him; tonight was your wedding night, and you deserved what gentleness he could provide.

He runs his fingers through your slick, fascinated by how wet you are for him. Perhaps these mortal forms were not so bad after all.

You moan his name and beg for more, though you cannot possibly know what you are asking for. His lascivious grin sends tremors through you, a swooping feeling in the pit of your stomach telling you there is no going back now.

He loosens himself from his trousers, shucks them off almost clumsily in his haste to be inside you. He is beautiful, you reflect, as you take in his bare torso, his strong legs, and all the flesh in between. His size shocks you a little and you wonder how he plans to use it.

He sees your eyes widen and immediately covers you with his body, kissing softly at your neck so to better hear your tiny sounds of pleasure. In time he will make you scream, he vows.

"It's alright, love," he reassures you with a soft smile, "I've got you, I won't let it hurt."

His fingers move in comforting circles in the small of your back, at the apex of your thighs, across your mound. He gathers the slick from your entrance, readying himself with a stroke. He is already so painfully hard, but he has to come inside you, no way will he waste his seed on the forest floor.

He holds your gaze as he lowers himself to between your thighs, wrapping your legs around him.

"Pull me to you, love, make me yours," he pants, cock straining at your entrance, waiting for you to take the plunge.

It's like standing at a precipice; the fear of falling is so closely tied to the fear of jumping. But you bite your lip and dig your fingernails into his back, tighten your calves, and pull his lower body into yours.

You want to scream, the stretch is too much, he is too big and he's hitting somewhere delicious inside you that makes you see stars. He doesn't move, letting you feel all of him, relishing in you taking him like the good girl you are.

"Well done, love, so good for me, you feel so fucking good," he exhales, towering over you while the moon illuminates him from behind, leaving his expression inscrutable.

His fingers on your abdomen are so soothing, the stinging stretch you felt disappears, leaving only white hot pleasure in its wake. You begin to move your hips against him, aching for more friction, more skin on yours, you'd take anything he would give you.

At first his movements are slow and rhythmical, as if you are made of glass, but your impatient whines encourage him to release himself upon you, snapping his hips in time to your thrusts against him, endlessly surprised but thrilled at your eagerness to please him. He has chosen so well.

The intensity of the moment gets the better of both of you, and before long you are chanting his name in his ear, chasing your inevitable ruin on his cock.

He comes first, much to his eternal embarrassment, unable to prevent spilling inside you as your tight cunt clenches his flesh. You feel him pulse inside you and it tips you over the edge, a silent scream on your lips as fire overtakes your flesh and leaves you drowning in him.

For a second, you behold each other as you truly are, not in body but spirit, and it terrifies you; you see something black as the darkest night throwing off flames that lick at your being, triggering that sick swooping feeling in your abdomen again. He is enthralled by you, bright and radiant like the morning star, and he wants to coat himself in your light, drink it in and burn all of Arda until there is nothing but the two of you in the cosmos.

His attentions to your neck slow and he leans back to look at you in all your glory, radiant under him in body and soul, as you lazily trace his hips with your fingers, coming down from your high and needing nothing more than to be held.

"You did so well, my love, so good for me," he whispers as he releases you from his grasp, laying you down beside him and pressing himself against your back with his arm slung over your torso possessively.

Your eyes begin to droop with the lateness of the hour and the exertion of your wedding night, and while he murmurs in your ear how much he loves you, how proud he is of you, how much he needs you, you take his hand and sleepily press a kiss to his palm. You snuggle in closer as he draws his robe around the pair of you against the night's chill, and slowly drift off, a smile on your face even in sleep.

He gazes at you adoringly, murmuring sweet nothings as your body relaxes into his.

"Beautiful girl, only mine," his voice is so soft yet somehow it finds you even as you begin to slumber. "My sweet wife, we will know peace together, I swear it to you."

He wants to claw inside his own chest and pull his treacherous heart out with his bare hands, for surely that pain would be easier to bear than this. He curses himself for being so weak, and you for being so tempting, before closing his eyes to join you.

He thought by having you, possessing you, that these feelings might be assuaged, that the urgency he felt to be near you would fade, and he could move on from this unique torment. Alas they had increased a hundredfold, and he swore on his fëa itself that no harm would ever come to you, that he would cherish you all his days.

What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you

No, I don't wanna fall in love with you

[velarisdusk]

Gentle Remedies

Day 13: Medical Play | Elain x Reader word count: 1k author’s note: so like.. idk if i did ANY of this justice, this one was one of the harder ones to write bc i never really write elain, and im not really into medical play but i thought it’d be interesting to try. it was fun to write though :) ✦ . Kinktober Masterlist . ✦

The dimly lit room was filled with the soft, flickering glow of faelights, casting gentle shadows that danced along the walls. You lay on the bed, feeling a mix of discomfort from your illness and a peculiar anticipation. Elain moved around the room with a practiced grace, her presence calming and nurturing. The soft rustle of her dress and the delicate clinking of glass bottles added to the atmosphere of quiet care.

Elain approached with a cold compress, her hands gentle as she placed it on your forehead. “This should help bring down your fever,” she said softly, her fingers lingering on your skin with a soothing touch. Her voice was tender, but laced with a playful edge. “I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of.”

You managed a weak smile, your voice barely above a whisper. “I am capable of caring for myself, you know. You don’t need to play healer.”

Elain’s eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as she met your gaze. “Well, I have a duty to make sure you’re not just feeling better, but thoroughly cared for. Wouldn’t that make me your healer?” Her tone was light, but there was an unmistakable edge of seduction in her words.

She moved to collect an herbal tea she’d prepared, the sway of her hips as she walked slow and deliberate. “Let’s see if this helps with your symptoms,” she said as she brought the steaming mug to your lips. The aroma was rich and earthy and just what you needed. Her proximity was intoxicating, and the warmth of her breath on your cheek was both comforting and arousing.

“You might need more than just tea to feel better,” Elain continued, her voice dropping to a soft, sultry whisper. “A thorough examination might be what you need.”

You looked at her with a mix of curiosity and eagerness as she began to untangle the blankets around you, revealing your nightgown bunched up around your thighs. Her fingers moved gently but deliberately, every stroke feeling like part of a carefully crafted routine. They brushed lightly along the exposed skin of your legs, tracing soft, teasing circles that sent shivers down your spine. She smiled, a slow curve of her lips, as if fully aware of the effect she was having on you. “You’re tense,” she remarked, her voice slipping into something smoother, more commanding. “I’ll have to take care of that.”

She reached for a vial of oil from the bedside table. The scent of lavender and chamomile filled the air as she uncorked it, letting the calming fragrance wrap around you. Elain poured a small amount into her palm, her gaze never leaving yours, the heat of her eyes a sharp contrast to the cool oil that met your skin,

Her fingers worked methodically, massaging the oil into your skin with soothing pressure that was anything but innocent. Her touch lingered in places that made your pulse quicken, the pads of her fingers pressing gently into your thighs, your hips, and further up. You weren’t sure whether to sigh in relief or gasp at the growing tension.

Elain’s smile deepened as she noticed your reaction. “You’re responding well,” she whispered, her voice soothing. Her fingers ghosted along your ribs, her thumb grazing the underside of your breast. You shivered, a mix of fever and the thrill of her attention, and she smiled in response, her fingers never faltering as they explored. 

“I need you to trust me,” she said softly, but there was a command beneath her words. “If we’re going to get you feeling better, I’ll have to be thorough.” She paused, leaning closer, her breath hot against your neck as she whispered in your ear, “Very thorough.”

Her fingers trailed lower, tracing the soft curve of your abdomen, her touch light as a breath. “You know,” she mused, voice dripping with the kind of teasing intimacy that made your heart race, “herbal remedies can only do so much. Sometimes, it’s a matter of easing tension… and letting the body respond naturally.”

You swallowed hard, feeling the heat of her attention even as the coolness of her hands contrasted against your feverish skin. “Is this part of the treatment?” you asked, your voice a little hoarse, but carrying a note of playful curiosity at her advances. 

Elain’s lips curved into a smile, her eyes never leaving yours. “Oh, absolutely,” she replied, her tone sweet but laced with something darker, more intimate. “Would you like me to continue?”

Despite the fever, you managed a soft laugh. “I’m not sure I’d ever forgive myself if I stopped you.”

Her fingers stilled for a moment, and then she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against your ear. “Good,” she whispered. “Because I’m not done with you yet.” Her hand slid lower, fingers skimming the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. You gasped at the coolness of her fingertips, the contrast between that and the heat that pulsed low in your belly. 

“Elain–”

“Shh,” she soothed, her thumb circling higher, teasing, as if testing your resolve. “Let me take care of you.”

The slow, torturous build of her touch finally led to where you needed it most, her fingers slipping beneath your underwear with a confidence that made your breath hitch in your throat. Her gaze never left yours, her eyes dark with intent as she pushed past the fabric and pressed her fingers against your center, slick and ready for her.

“See?” Elain murmured, her lips brushing against your jawline. “Your body wants me to make you feel better.” Her fingers slid between your folds, teasingly light at first, exploring, until she found just the right spot. Her thumb circled your clit in deliberate, agonizingly slow strokes. A broken moan escaped your lips, hips jerking involuntarily toward her touch as pleasure pulsed through you, your body arching to meet her rhythm.

Elain’s smile deepened, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes as she watched your reaction. “You’re so good for me,” she whispered, dipping her fingers lower, pressing into you with a slow, deep thrust. 

You gasped, your hips arching into her touch, your fever all but forgotten in the haze of pleasure she was drawing from you. 

“That’s it,” she cooed, her fingers curling just right, hitting the spot that made your entire body shudder as you cried out. “I told you… I’ll take care of everything.”

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[blushyeleven]

tickletober - DAY 27

picky

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this fic includes age regression!!

summary: y/n age regresses and is all little and isn’t the biggest fan of vegtables, that is until renee promises her with the reward of tickles.

characters: lee!littley/n, ler!renee

warnings: age regression, tickles

a/n: I chose this from another list because I had a better idea, also renees favourite nickname is ‘angel’ because of her album, snow angel. idk it was just adorable to me and this fic nearly made me smile and it’s just so ahhhh

𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵

you curl up on the couch, clutching a plush blanket and watching cartoons. it’s been one of those days where you feel smaller, softer, and somehow, all your favorite shows seem even more colorful. renee notices right away, giving you a warm smile and making sure you’re as comfy as possible. she drapes an extra blanket over you, making a cozy little cocoon, and asks, “how’s my little one doing? hungry for dinner?”

you nod a little bit with the same adorable smile you always gave her when you were a lot smaller, “hmm.. how about chicken nuggets chips and peas?” well, the first half was promising.. but when she mentioned the small round chewy green things you scrunched your face in in displeasure. “vegetables?” you whine, looking up at her with a pout and that twinkle in your eyes that she could almost never say no to, almost. she chuckles softly, brushing a few strands of hair from your face.

“yes, veggies. I know their not your favourite but tell you what, if you eat all of them, I’ll give you tickles after” she promised, her tone playful, genuine and sweet. it was a knowing fact that if she dangled the promise of tickles Infront of your face, it was practically a free pass to convince you to do whatever.

you perk up immediately at the thought of tickles, excitement bubbling up. “really?” you ask innocently and excited, forgetting about the dreaded vegetables for a moment.

“really” she nods, laughing. “now you sit tight and keep watching your show. i’ll call you when everything’s ready sweetie.”

you settle back in, occasionally glancing toward the kitchen, listening to the soft clinks and clatters as renee prepares dinner. before long, she calls you over, and you make your way to the table, eyeing the plate with caution, using your fork to push around the peas, your tounge pushed part your lips, not liking the look of them.. and imagining the horrible earthy taste they leave in your mouth. no kid should ever have to be forced to put up with that unpleasant taste. renee sets a gentle hand on your shoulder and says, “remember our deal, okay? tickles if you finish up.”

despite your initial reluctance, the thought of tickles makes the veggies seem a little more manageable, and you begin eating, one bite at a time. renee sits next to you, chatting in that calm, comforting way that makes everything feel just a bit easier. soon enough, you’ve finished your meal, giving her a triumphant , proud smile.

“good job baby” she cheers, clearing the table as you hop back to the couch, happily returning to your cartoons.

a few moments later, renee joins you, a mischievous glint in her eye. “hmm.. since you did such a good job.. I think it’s time for your reward” she asks, reaching over to lightly poke your side, just lightly starting off with a few prods

it was milliseconds before you erupt into a fit of adorable and squeaky giggles, laying on your back, the ticklishness somehow even more intense. it always did when you were in your little mindset, every sensation and emotions was always heightened, making tickles all the more fun and enjoyable. “hehehehey!!” you giggle out adorably, in the childlike and innocent tone that renee always adored. you wiggle around and kick your legs, not even attempting to escape as the whole time you have the silliest smile on your face. but renee’s gentle fingers follow, lightly tracing over your sides, her fingertips lightly dancing over the sensitive skin. “rehehehenee! it tihihickles!” you squeak out, curled up underneath her touch, making you a-pear a lot smaller.

“oh, i know angel” she chuckles, her wriggly fingers crawling up to your ribs, only making your giggles increase as they are filled with nothing but happiness and delight “you just love tickles, don’t you cutie?”

you can barely answer through the squeals, twisting and squirming under her touch. but never in agony, more of an instinct. “nohohoho!!” you fake protest with a smile, just deliberately being cheeky because it was fun. “no?” she echoes with a smile “are you sure angel? because I think you do! they make you so happy and always get you so giggly and I love it!” she speaks with a genuinely sweet voice, absolutely loving how adorable you got in your little space.

“nuhuhuh uhuhuhhh!!” you deny again, the cheeky smile still prominent on your face, I mean, there was no doubt about it, you loved tickles and both of you knew that. it was just fun to deny it and be mischievous about it. “oh really? not even when I do this?” and in that moment her hands dip under your arms, her fingers gently clawing at the skin underneath. electing more squeaks and adorable noises to follow out of your mouth. “HAHAHA NAE!!” you shriek, calling her the nickname that you always did, especially when you were little. it was her personal favourite. your giggles intensified as your legs began kicking more. your armpits always being unbearable and ridiculously sensitive, and renee knowing this she rarely ever spent to long tickling you there whilst you were regressed, not wanting to overwhelm you as it pretty much sent you into a frenzy, every. single. time. “awh, aren’t you just the cutest little thing ever?” the blonde rhetorically asked, seeing you curled up with the widest stretch of a smile on your face as the endless giggling poured out. “HEHEHAHAHA!!” your nose scrunches up, your arms clenched to your side in a half hearted attempt to block out her tickly fingers from being let in.

“is that too tickly baby?” she asked to which you nodded and she scooped you up, placing you in her lap as her fingertips then moved to your stomach, scratching softly as your shirt bunched up beneath her fingers, your giggles never ceasing, but not being as powerful as before. “eeek! bahahahaha!!” your head rested against her chest, every sound that escaped your lips was practically music to her ears and she longed to hear it all the time. so innocent and adorable.

it was only when your little laughs became more spaced out and breathless when she haunted, retracting her fingers to instead brush out the lingering hairs on your face and tucking your hair behind your ears. your face warm from all the laughter as a few giggles still remained aswell as your smile. the familiar tingly feeling rushing through your body. she then lightly rubs your stomach with her fingers, to remove the phantom tickles, but even this small movement was enough to tickle you as you tense a little, causing reneé to look down at you with a smile of her own. her arms embracing you as you were in her lap, wrapping around you and securing you there.

“you okay after that angel? that was quite a lot of tickles” she asks, her voice soft as she cradles you. you nod, still smiling. “y-yeah! thankyou nae!” you reply sweetly, causing the blonde to coo, “always sweetie”

she pulls you close, wrapping an arm around you. “i love taking care of you baby, it’s like the best blessing I could ever ask for” she whispers, cuddling you closer and you feel your heart swell with warmth. “I- I love you nae” your little innocent voice spoke up “I love you more, my sweet little angel.”

[hayatoseyepatch]

hello sam pam (happy 500!!!)

want the full experience so i am on anon ( why was it was so hard to describe myself)

personality: she/her, intp, stem major. likes: spring, the beach, green apples, bears, cats, woody&earthy scents, short nails, indie games, peppermint tea, silver, watches, blue tights (that i recently got), smiskis, pineapple pizza. dislikes: the rain, food that's too hot, cherry flavored things, calling, wearing socks to sleep, card games. pet peeves: slow drivers, people who eat with their mouths open, talking during a movie, people who cut in line

fandoms: ive read/know all of the fandoms u listed except love&deepspace

tropes: so many but i will list fake dating and drunk confessions

type: someone easy-going and can take things slow

icks: people who cant hold a convo

idk what else...i will await ur verdict judge sam 🫡

Hi there undercover mootie ( ˶˘ ³˘(ˊᗜˋ)!♡ I hinestly saw your trope and ran with it, I had so much fun. I hope you enjoy! MWAH

I'm gonna pair you with Jo Togame from Wind Breaker!

⤜♡→ Jo Togame is more caring than I feel people give him credit for, we see it through his interactions with Sakura and Choji. He hangs onto your every word loving to talk to you about your interests. He loves just talking to you. He too hates someone who he cant just talk to. So the both of you could spend the longest time just talking, its ow he fell for you in the first place, getting to know you through your words and quality time.

⤜♡→ If you’re looking for easy going look no further than Togame. He is perfectly content to just enjoy your company. He doesn’t need much or have to have anything extravagant so long as he has you by his side that’s all he truly wants. Whether its just taking a stroll along the beach or sitting at home contentedly watching you play one of your indie games. He’s happy as long as he’s with you.

⤜♡→ I’m so glad you brought up earthy/woodsy scents because that’s exactly how I think Togame smells. Just this comforting scent of the outdoors not too powerful or overpowering, just a nice amount that you can smell as he holds you in his arms.

You blink the sleep from your eyes at the sound of your phone ringing, checking the clock you see it reads close to 01:30 am. Who could possibly be calling at this hour? Checking the contact you see that it was Jo. It was unusual for him to call you at this late hour, thinking something was wrong you scramble to answer it. “Jo is everything okay?” It’s silent on the other line, only for a moment before you hear his voice on the other end. His voice comes out slurred, obvious he had been drinking. “Babesss” He drawls, Togame always had a habit of calling you countless pet names. “Why aren’t you here, where are you?” You could hear the pout in his voice. Togame, the usual calm and collected one of the bunch tended to get a lot more loose when he drank, it was always amusing how especially clingy he became when it came to you. “Jo its almost 1:30 in the morning I’m in bed.” You can hear his whine, trying your best to stifle your laughter. “Well get out of bed, I miss you, come here. I wanna kiss your face.” That was new. You felt your face grow warm with the intentions behind his words.

As you were taking a moment to recover from his words, there’s a significant amount of fumbling on the other line. Sako’s voice rings through, definitely more sober. “I’m sorry about that we’ve been trying to keep him from waking you up.” You hear a lot of movement on the other line, no doubt Sako avoiding Togame’s confiscation of his phone, hearing his voice once more. “Sako, you ass give me the phone, I wanna talk to her.” To which Sako just lets out a burdened sigh. You giggle, shaking your head as you pull yourself out of bed. “It’s fine Sako, let me come take him off your hands, you guys are at the auditorium right?” After he confirms, you quickly grab your letterman, heading out the door to come pick him up. Once you arrive, you can see him perk up immediately, rushing over to you instantly. He wraps himself around you, placing a good bit of his weight on you as hangs off you, the impact knocking some of the wind out of you due to his large stature.

He smiles, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. “I missed you.” He mumbles, works slurred into your skin. You had a feeling it would take quite a bot to pry him off of you and he would be deeply regretting his actions in the morning with the hangover he no doubt would be having. After some minor convincing you managed to get him to leave with you. Taking him back to your apartment, you gave him some water and painkillers to try and prevent his head from splitting when he awoke. As you went to go set up the couch for yourself for the night, you feel his grip on your wrist, he tugged you into the bed with him. His body curling around your own. “Don’t leave me.” His words were so pleading, he was hanging on to consciousness as it was, so you decided to stay. He smiles as he rested his head on your chest. “I love you, I hope you know that. Wanna be with you for the rest of my life.” His words trail off and within moments his breathing evens out before soft snores fill the room. You lay there in shock from his words, but knowing even in this state that he meant them. You just hoped he wouldn’t be too embarrassed when you returned his confession in the morning.

[glazeflower]

Because I see people do this I'll just fo it to

Characters and what they smell like

From different fandoms because why not i have actually ideas for them and otherwise it will be short if i did them separately and me no like Ft. Simeon,Kaeya Alberich,Amber,Kamisato Ayato, Arashi Narukami, Tatsumi Kazehaya, Tsukasa Suou and Riddle Roseheart

Simeon

It's a mixture of a faint smell of Ink and tea

It depends what he just did either writing or having tea with Luke

But most of the time its mixed

But you would smell tea more

Sometimes mint and sometimes herbel

Its always a good surprise when you smell his scent

Helps calm you down

Kaeya

A strong ass scented cologne

That you can smell after he walked past 5 min ago in the streets of Mondstad

But when your alone

You can smell the scent of wine that's been scented deep into his clothes

Mostly red or dandelion wine

And maybe the strong ass cologne too but less

Idk how to explain 😭😭

If it were an AU he would smell like Axe body spray

I'm sorry

This is no Kaeya slander or something i legit love him pls don't attack 😭😭

Amber

Depends on situation

If she just came back from a mission that requires her to use her vision

Then she smells like something burned

She smells like burned grass

But if she did her patrol with a glider then she smells like air, fresh air

But normaal days with no such situation then i think

A light smell of sweet flower parfum

Very nice to smell

Ayato Kamisato

Fancy cologne that's expensive

Also the smell of ink but stronger

When he has days off which are VERY rare

He smells flowery fresh idk how to properly describe it

When Thoma or other servants get's him milk tea

He will smell like it faintly

A bit like brown sugar

Very pleasant

Arashi Narukami

Depends on her mood a minty cologne that smells very faint or flowery parfum during Knights concerts

Goes often for the second option

When on normaal days off

She will smell very sweet and flowery

Has may scents in her collection but loves the sweet smelling once the most

When hugging her and sniffing her scent she smells like she just went to a flower field or flower shop

Very comfy

Tatsumi Kazehaya

A bit earthy little bit minty cologne when on stage

When in days off old books

Idk why he just give that vibe

You can't deny old books smell the best! Argue with the wall

Tsukasa Suou

On stage he has a fresh smelling cologne

Kinda like a cucumber and green tea combo

On off days he smells like tea and sweets

Cakes, tarts, parfait and etc

And like sweet tea

He smells like he just came out of a bakery/cafe

Maybe he did...

Riddle Roseheart

Old books

A bit of ink

Roses. 100%

And lastly pastries and tea

I think it's pretty clear on this one

I think this is all for now I hope you like it tbh i didn't know most pf the terms for scents. I also didn't know the word for mans parfum was called cologne. You learn something new everyday Uhm anyway i hope its accuraat hihi...

[jitterbugjive]

the mention of caffeine on the tea commission form actually made me think of sth: do you know anything about caffeine and its effectiveness for ppl with ADHD???

obvsly everyone's brains are a little different and its hard to make generalized statements, but for example - i had this acquaintance who talked a lot about his tea culture at home and how he only noticed after moving out that the amount of black tea he used to drink while living with his family would basically medicate his ADHD all by itself, more or less

meanwhile i have personally never felt like caffeine does anything for me, except maybe send me to the toilet or make me feel like my heart is gonna beat thru my ribcage. i've also heard that caffeine in tea is different from caffeine in coffee? and my experience is mostly with the latter, so idk how that plays into things

sorry for the super long ask :'D basically, i've just been wondering for ages if caffeine really does nothing for me, or if i'm just bad at noticing subtler effects, and if some amount of caffeine consumption could actually help me regulate my brain chemistry. it's a super big and complicated topic ofc, but if you can share any insights or personal experiences at all, i'd super appreciate it

I do find that tea caffiene VS coffee does have a difference, coffee feels like it hits harder like punching you while tea is more like shaking you

And different tea has different kinds of caffeine too, like green tea is milder than black tea while mate (mah-tey) tea is considered a good alternative to coffee where it has the kick but not the bite and crash.

As for how caffeine affects ADHD that is for sure a thing but it varies from person to person. Most commonly reported is that caffeine actually makes ADHD folks calmer or even tired, but some types can really wire them up in a bad way. For me, energy drinks make my body energized while my mind crashes, coffee keeps me calm and alert, and tea gives me mild energy and calm (tho black tea can sometimes give me jitters if I drink too much). It's a very mild effect when I drink tea but is effective. Sometimes caffeine will make me more tired though, and I've heard other folks say it's a gamble too where it might perk them up or it might make them conk.

Catnip tea is something to consider for ADHD as well, it's not caffeinated but has calming effects that have been reported to be effective for some ADHD folks. You can find some places online that sell it, it's really just a type of mint so it's not as weird as it sounds. It has an earthy flavor that I enjoy. I need to get more when I have more room in my tea cabinet.

[smol-stardust]

Good kinds of tea for me to try??

I’m glad you asked, please, sit down while I ramble away about my beloved known as tea :)

(Disclaimer: some of teas I’m thinking of might be specific to brands I can get here so sorry if one piques your interest but isn’t available) Long list ahead

Herbal Teas:

Mixed Berry Teas

Rose hip tea

Honestly any fruit tea haha

Chamomile

Apple chamomile warm fuzzy happy feels

Apple Cinnamon

Lemon Zinger: cold relief and soothing zingy taste beloved

Sleepy Time: soothing minty and just calm

Candy Cane Mint Tea

Gingerbread (holiday tea) high in cinnamon and very calming and soul warming :)

Pomelo Tea If you can get like a jar of pomelo, and mix it with water or black tea it’s kinda sweet and tangy. And, sore throat soother :)

Caffeinated

Lavender White Tea (iced) it has a bit of a slight oily feel that’s hard to get used to at first. But if you like the scent of lavender you’ll like it.

Genmaicha (brown rice and green tea) it’s kind hot an earthy taste, not everyone’s cup of tea, but one of my personal favourites. Also boosts impunity and had many gut & health benefits :)

Strawberry black tea or green tea (make your own and shove in the fridge) 2 tea bags got 1L of water, add some lemon slices/juice and strawberry purée or juice (or pineapple juice :)

Peach Green Tea

CHAI CHAI CHAI!

^ Add some milk and cinnamon too if you want :)

MATCHA try osuicha (thinner, less thick and strong) first if you’ve never tried matcha

(but also… uh, white stores sell like one type so stick with about one to two thumb sized scoops) SORRY FOR THE SHADE! it’s kinda true tho

GREEN TEA (do not leave your teabags in past 2 minutes, gets bitter at that point)

Oolong (taste is strong. Not for everyone) have with milk and brown sugar tho! It’s good that way too :)

Rooibos with a dash maple syrup

Classic Orange Pekoe/ English Breakfast with milk

MISC CATEGORY

ICED BARLEY TEA (grew up on this stuff in Taiwan haha ) idk if they sell that stuff here, but I love the light sweetness and it’s got this cooling effect (hence why it’s a summer drink)

WINTER MELON TEA. sweet kinda syrupy Taiwanese must have. Sorry…I doubt you could get it overseas, but look out for the condensed chunky block forms at Asian markets maybe? To cook a batch at home

Anyways, long tea ramble!! Try some out and hope you like them :)

[darlingpwease]

shh shshshsh– im happy you do like my writing tho :))) you sound like my friends like that, but it's pinching with them lol

Oh, well I guess we do all do different things for 'me' time. My brain usually shuts off when I do those things lol,, I'm glad that what you do is helps shut off ur brain for a bit :)) I do hope ur work isn't too stressful (I couldn't even forget it rn even if I tried 😒) was it really in yesterday's post?? The only thing I can think of that was somewhat smooth was the Yuuta addiction thing???? Idk–

(I feel like I've aged 10 years because of this haha :')) /hj I know that some of the group members wouldn't be pleased but I'm to drained to really care atm. Good news? We managed to do quite a lot yesterday and now we're just organizing everything. Bad news?? We're all super fucking exhausted and are still stressing that we have a very short amount of time for post. bunny face?? I do, but when you go around being too sweet, of course I get at least a few from you >:(( /t)

I slept in so I think thats a good thing, right?? Once I finish this I'm gonna sleep as much as I can.

...ah... WORM???

I do try to be flexible lol, but I really do like that!! I love when colors mix together well, but things such as earthy tones, nude tones, pastel ones, just soft and/or nature-like colors in general I guess?? are some of my favorites. But I really like different shades of them too,, I also like how they all can correlate to some things or match with things as well, I could go on lmao /neu What?? Of course not!! Do I have to reiterate what I said??? /ht

I can't tell which one would be worse <//333– probably the first one times a trillion well of course I'd stay with the box. I think dying in it would be unsightly tho

-panna cotta

ajshjs don't shush me!!! i'm in great sadness, fruitcake wrote to me again, ahahah, do I have to read and be touched again??? how awful :(((( 🤨🤨🤨 look at him, he looks as if he immediately switched from an anxious mood to a complacent one🤨 that is, it's not pinching with me??? I, I feel betrayed; I will try to follow their example!!! obviously, someone (ex. cocotta) react to the method of punishment more than to encouragement, which is very contrary to what the modern school of management says, you know? it's outrageous 3:<<< /t /hj

... you doing??? my brain calms down only when I don't allow anything to analyze or reflect,,,, If I have to communicate or think about myself, it's always making plans and calculating the best moves — especially if it's games or future... on the other hand, I think if you used your brain more, you would be more tired & would understand the principle of sleep, — and would be taller, — so your brain is more of a curse😔 /t /j [work in the sense of "brain activity", not in the sense of "somewhere where they get money or work experience" — I can still afford the life of a rake😋 not counting volunteering, donating blood, working with some documentation...] (I could say the same about our past messages, but given your forgetfulness, I'm afraid I have to make sure that you remember that you sent me a message yesterday🤨🤨🤨) ... wow, is that your social skills & hint recognition getting... better?😦😧😯😲 impossible...... /t /hj /pos

(apparently, now you're the senior sibling instead of me, huh? /t /j well... but this is the experience of working in a very short time. most deadlines at work will sound like "when did we have to do work?" "yesterday," so it's good if you get that kind of experience early, even if it's, um, not the best way to get it</3 just make sure you're not trying to go ahead of the engine and rest, okay? don't make me crawl out of the blanket to carry you there<//3 yes, a bunny face. when you look with frightened innocent eyes, as if you are trying to convince everyone around you with a more temperamental personality to "attack" you; I'm sure when you're nervous and scared, you make that face ://// /t /hj me? sweet? didn't you tell me I was a 'rotten crumb'? so fickle, so fickle~ don't blame me when we both know it's you too sweet<333 /t)

... does this mean that you will sleep 'a lot' or 'a little'??? because in your case, it has a lot of interpretations, even if I'm sure that this cocotta brain probably assumes "a lot" — I know how cunning you are, I can't let you slip like that ://///

you were caught by the tail of course!!! don't you remember how you agreed to become a worm~?<3333 /100% srs & 100% gen hehehe silly forgetful panna cotta >:3333 /t /j /nsrs

... peacemaker<///333 yes, yes, I realized that you are harmless and accept and love any color & shade, stop being so sweet</3 I myself am about to start caries from you</333 /t /j /nsrs pastel shades and gold are the best honestly but what about snails?🤨🤨🤨 what did you say? what won't you say when you have someone??? I can't trust your words — what if I kiss the already taken panna cotta??? I can't be an 'other crumb', I'd rather be not-kissed and lonely, but proud</33333 /t /j

because it's not one of them!!! I know you don't mind, hey, don't be shy<333 we haven't sorted out your clothes yet and the fact that people are naked under their clothes, so don't be so timid, we still have so much to discuss<3333 /t /j wrong. none of them. you didn't pass this test 3:<<< ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? why??? aren't my pocket and my hands better??? I'm going to recognize this as tyranny and insubordination, besides the fact that you've already shown how unfaithful you are!!! 3:<<<<<<

[lilhwahwa]

😳😳😳😳😳😳 i know someone who fits your description so well omgg. He’s the quiet one in his friend group calm and down to earth, nostalgic and poetic , he doesn’t work in the legal field but his insights are very just and he’s very eloquent (not in a manipulative manner). He is passionate about politics and stands against any type of injustice! He’s a Capricorn so the earthy vibes are accurate 🫣 he’s close by and shares the same culture as me as well as his friend group and people I hang with. Even the physical description is accurate he has dark hair and skin but light eyes , he works out and has broad shoulders too with a soft / feminine face.

I felt he’s not very interested but some ppl said he is? But def seems like he’s slow

Idk if it’s him but felt I needed to give this feedback bc it just matches with this person I know it was very scary!!

Might very well be… I was torn with the light and dark features bc they’re were balanced. He’s a person with very true and rightful? Opinions. He’s very calm and earthy. From your feedback.. it seems to be him…

[starryoong]

|— ୨|୧ [ get to know me tag ] ୨|୧ —|

tagged by @bbyquokka (thank you !!) ‹3

1. Birthday?

October 16th!

2. Favorite color?

green and brown, especially sage/olive shades and a good earthy brown... mmm yes

3. How tall are you?

164cm (again, shut up snowy, I will jump up and bite your ass.)

4. How many pair of shoes to you own?

hmm, three? a pair of trainers, a pair of winter ish boots and my trusty pair of slippers.

5. Favorite song?

I always answer these with my current one, so Treacherous (Taylor's version) by Taylor Swift! One of my two favourites by her.

6. Favorite movie?

I honestly don't know? I haven't watched a movie in so long because my attention span goes feral.

7. Who would be your ideal partner?

someone who would challenge me, but still be a comfort place. I'm gonna be real sappy and say that Binnie would fit the role..

8. Do you want children?

nope, I've never wanted them ever since I was a wee kindergartener. It's just never been something I've wanted?

9. Have you gotten in trouble with the law?

nope.

10. What color socks are you wearing?

grey wool socks with little black moose on them hihi

11. Favorite type of music?

My favourites are definitely indie (especially scottish indie, take Vansleep for example, my beloved) and generally I find myself leaning more into anything that has solid rhythm sections, especially bass lines. There's just something about a bangin bass line, man..

12. How many pillows do you sleep with?

Usually one, but since I tend to move a lot, I fold it so it's double if it's not the right™️ height haha.

13. What position do you sleep in?

99% of the time I end up on my stomach with one of my legs up in some angle. Yes, I am aware that I'm very attractive.

14. What don’t you like when you’re sleeping?

I get so fucking stressed if there's movement or blinking lights around me when I'm trying to relax.

15. Have you tried archery?

no, but I wish!

16. Favorite fruit?

peaches <3

17. Are you a good liar?

depends? I don't like lying, but I also don't get the point in being brutally honest all the time if it's a taste thing and it doesn't really matter? Idk

18. What’s your personality type?

INFJ-T (twinning with bestie Aragorn hihi)

19. Innie or outie?

innie

20. Left or right handed?

right

21. Favorite food?

I like sushi and taco a completely normal amount. I vibe with food as long as it's not too spicy or hot (temperature-wise) and the textures are right™️

22. Favorite foreign food?

Sushi and taco, hehe

23. Are you clean or messy?

Usually? A very clean person. I love cleaning and tidying as it calms my anxiety, but when I hit my depressive episodes? Yeah, you can easily spot it from the state of my apartment.

24. Most used phrase?

slay

25. How long does it take you to get ready?

usually like 5-15 minutes?

26. Do you talk to yourself?

not really? not unless I'm really scared and have to physically remind myself of my checklists etc

27. Do you sing to yourself?

all the time.

28. Are you a good singer?

idk? I used to sing in choirs and weekly one-on-one training from 4/5 to 16, but I'm pretty rusty these days. I have a goal to join a choir again this year 🤞🏻

29. Biggest fear?

two potentially very triggering topics that I'm not gonna air out on the internet. oh and also eels. cannot stand the fuckers.

30. Are you a gossip?

oh god, I hate gossip culture so much. I come from a town where everybody knows everybody and I hate it.

31. Long or short hair?

short

32. Favorite school subject?

norwegian, english and psychology

33. Extrovert or introvert?

a massive introvert ;-;

34. What make you nervous?

anything involving people. the fact that I am an adult supposedly able to take care of myself when I feel like a traumatised eight-year-old still.

35. Who was your first crush?

I didn't really do crushes, but I remember wanting to be paul waaktaar-savoy so bad

36. How many piercings do you have?

none right now! I've had my nostrill, septum, vertical medusa, medusa, smiley and earlobes pierced before, but I took them all out to heal last year. I wanna start fresh this year, bridge and some ear piercings are on the list.

37. How many tattoos do you have?

I've genuinely lost count.. A lot <3

38. How fast can you run?

very slowly.

39. What color is your hair?

a weird mix of semi-blonde, brown and my natural brown-blonde-grey ish colour.. idk man.

40. What color are your eyes?

blue/grey

41. What makes you angry?

mostly societal injustice. atm, I'm fucking fuming at the national healthcare system in my own country for refusing to offer non-binary folks help because we're not "trans enough".

42. Do you like your name?

I feel disconnected from both my deadname and my new name. Slowly unpacking that with my therapist. Starry feels more like a safe space though.

43. Do you want a boy to girl as a child?

I don't want children, but if I were to have one - it would honestly not matter. I would try to treat them as genderlessly as I could until they could choose for themselves, so it genuinely doesn't matter.

44. What are your strengths?

right now, I don't feel like I have any tbh. but normally, I think I try my best to make people feel seen and heard?

45. What are your weaknesses?

we're not gonna open that door right now

46. What’s the color of your bedspread?

white with brown/red lines

47. What’s the color of your room?

where I am now, white. in my apartment, light grey.

I'm too tired to tag anyone right now, but feel free to say I tagged you if you want to do this! 🫶🏻

[danpuff-ao3]

CONT. via more info from @felixantares!!

Mercury: Scorpio, Libra: Venus, Virgo: Mars

idk if I said this anywhere, but it definitely occurred to me looking at these submissions: "hmm, Sun in Scorpio. I wonder what their inner planets look like. Could be more Scorpio, or Virgo, or Libra even." And you've got all 3! I love it.

And ONWARDS.

"obsessive love of research and knowledge"..."I like research when it's things I find interesting or that are useful", yeah that tracks. Sorta feeds into the Gemini love of learning and variety, but paired with Scorpio's obsessive, deep nature. Less about being a "jack of all trades", and more the "master of my specific niche interests." Which I respect.

Which brings us to...me working backwards again.

Mars is action and drive. In Virgo, the perfectionist. Virgo is about service. Structure. Health. Order. Virgo is earth. Hard-working and reliable. Ten points for Hufflepuff. Virgo also gives Ravenclaw vibes, I think. This need for correctness and orderliness. This need to know; so they know what they're doing, they know what their standards are, they know how to achieve those goals...or is it Slytherin ambition and determination? Hmmm.

Virgo is critical, practical, sensible, loyal. The sign of service. Driven by a need to serve and help. Driven by a need to create order and structure. That earthy groundedness, yeah? But for Virgo it's not ambition so much as rightness. So I'll give the point to Ravenclaw, though I still say Hufflepuff overall.

Venus in Libra. Venus is domicile in Libra, so she gets a boost! Libra is an air sign, of the Social & Intellect, so ten points for Ravenclaw. Libra is about balance, and justice. And peace. Libra is friendly and calm and charming, but also when push comes to shove...they value what is right. They value law and order. And fairness. Venus' domain is love and pleasure. So: relationships, hobbies, etc. Venus loves chitchat, getting to know people, a nice aesthetic. Libra Venus cares about compromise and collaboration and creativity. Libra the diplomat. Learning for the benefit of others, and learning from others.

Libra also has Hufflepuff vibes, all those "peace and love" feels. Also has that shared connection to Taurus, which is the other sign ruled by Venus.

And we end with Mercury: chart ruler. Yeah, remember that? Gemini Rising makes Mercury the chart ruler...and Mercury is in Scorpio. (The Scorpio energy cannot be stopped, I stg.) Mercury is about...information. That's my one word association for a very broad scope. Mercury is the receiving of information (learning), and the sharing of information (communication.) Mercury covers travel and technology, as well. Mercury is the messenger of the gods, after all.

Scorpio gives a very intense and obsessive energy to this realm. Laser focus, yeah? It's not a detached sort of curiosity, but a deeper connection (cuz Scorpio.) It's not "hey sharks are cool" it's "for reasons I don't want to say, it is vitally important that I know everything about sharks."

Then you end up with sharks with friggin' laser beams attached to their heads ahem.

Scorpio is secretive and subtle. Not blunt, so much as cutting; very sarcastic and clever. It's the way you express yourself to others. Not letting on too much; very controlled in what is relayed to others, and how. While, at the same time, hyperaware of what others are saying and doing and maybe reading too much into it. At least, that's one way Scorpio might showcase itself in Mercury. It's that very dark and deep nature fueling how you receive and share information.

It's 100% staying up to 4 AM reading about sharks energy. And laser beams, of course.

So...still mega Slytherin points, but also Ravenclaw-ish vibes.

Which means...

I have no idea. It feels more balanced now, but I'm still inclined to give Slytherin the win. By element association alone you have 3 planets in water signs (and THE most Slytherin of water signs, no less!), 2 in air signs (Ravenclaw), and 1 earth (Hufflepuff.) Not to mention one of those water planets gets extra points for being the chart ruler!!

Big time a snake in eagle's clothing, for sure. Which is QUITE Slytherin of you, I must say.

omg okay I don't wanna add to this if you've got a lot of asks so absolutely feel free to ignore this if you don't want to but I'm so interested where you'd sort me based on my chart alone: I've got Scorpio for both my moon and sun and Gemini for my rising!

Ooh hello! For sure:

SLYTHERIN!!!!

But let's examine this a bit more.

Gemini rising makes Mercury the chart ruler, but I don't know Mercury's placement. You appear very Gemini to people. That's the vibe people get when they meet you. That's the energy you give when you react to the world around you.

Gemini is an air sign, which would link it to Ravenclaw. It's a very airy air sign. Very sociable, very curious. Gemini is a very playful, bouncy energy. It's charming, and fun. It needs to be stimulated, and entertained. Gemini is the jack of all trades, and collector of fun facts.

And while they are quite Ravenclaw, I also get Gryffindor vibes? There's an adventuresome spirit there, I find. Easy flowing, searching for new interests and experiences, learning new things, meeting new people. It's very vibrant and sunny, to me.

Then, the moon (emotion and subconscious) and sun (core and ego) both in Scorpio! Which is Mega Slytherin vibes, as I stated in another post. A water sign for the water house. Specifically (I've always wanted to share this) Scorpio gives me sea creature vibes. It's this mysterious being that lurks in the depths of the sea, guarding itself and its treasure, and ultra aware of its surroundings.

Scorpio feels deeply. It's full of intrigue and intuition. It's stubborn and mysterious. Driven to protect itself, and those it loves (self preservation + fraternity); driven to accomplish its goals and fill its needs (determination + resourcefulness.)

But according to traditional rulership, Scorpio was ruled by Mars, as is Aries. So there's a shared sense of aggressiveness there, better hidden and controlled by Scorpio. A shared sense of purpose and call to action. Mars, god of war. Aries the warrior, and Scorpio the spymaster.

There is a sense of Ravenclaw there, I think, in that curiosity and perceptiveness. A draw to learn...but it is very purposed and inwardly driven. I think there's more Gryffindor to it. That really fierce passion. A darker sort of heat than Aries has. Bold and brash in its own ways, for its own reasons. Hmmm.

There's a fair bit of Ravenclaw. A surprising amount of Gryffindor, too. I still think it comes out to Slytherin. That Scorpio energy is too loud and proud, I think. But I can see a strong case for Gryffindor, for sure!

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Can you write a little scenario where Malcolm falls asleep in the office and when he starts having a night terror, the reader is the only one who can calm him down and lull him back into a peaceful sleep? I actually recently did this with a friend of mine who has ptsd- all I could think of to do was hum a song, and she woke up a while later and was like 🥴 "wow that was the best nap I've had in a while". And she thought it was just her being at my place with me, and I didn't have the heart to tell her she had a nightmare, because that was the one time she didn't remember it. 😭 Also I think I might be in love with her, idk how this ask ended up as a confession

Hum Me Something Soothing

(Malcolm Bright x Gender-Neutral Reader)

Warnings: Mention of nightmares

Word Count: 571

A/N: First of all—HOLY SHIT! Second of all—I hope you don’t mind that I used your confession as inspiration for this. I also need an update. Did you tell her? What’s going on? I am fully invested in this saga and am shipping it so hard! And thank you for the request and for being so patient! I really hope you enjoy it!

Working with Malcolm Bright was a little like working with a cross between a child and a German Shepherd. He was duty-bound and protective, mixed with unpredictability and chaos. Also, like a child, he would run himself until exhaustion. However, you couldn’t blame him.

These cases had kept the entire precinct up for the past few days. Really, it was a miracle Malcolm was finally sleeping. Gil basically had to lock him in his office and order Malcolm to nap on the couch.

He’d been in there an hour now. You sat at your desk beside the window into the office, your view of Malcolm partially obstructed by the blinds.

You leaned back to stretch and noticed movement from inside. Malcolm seemed to be curling in on himself, his fists clenched and sweat glistening on his forehead.

Your heartbeat picked up. You knew about the nightmares and how secretive Malcolm was about them. So, as calmly as you could, you slipped in and shut the door, kneeling beside him.

You weren’t entirely sure how to soothe him. All you could think about was how you wanted to comfort him. Then you remembered that song your parents sang to you before they tucked you in. They always switched off every line or so, and it never failed to lull you to sleep.

With a deep inhale, you hummed that song as you stroked his hair off his face. The creases in his forehead slowly smoothed out, and his hands and shoulders relaxed.

His hair was soft beneath your steady touch, and he still smelled of his cologne even after being here all day: earthy and sweet. You rarely saw him vulnerable like this, and a selfish part of you wished you could keep him this way. Maybe then he’d find a little peace.

A few minutes had passed, and he had yet to fall back into that terrible space in his mind. You carefully rose and retreated back to your desk. Hopefully, he’d sleep a bit longer.

Finishing your reports was simple enough. A half-hour later, you were ready to take your turn on Gil’s couch when Malcolm emerged.

He walked over to the chair against the side of your desk and sat.

“Good nap?” you asked, closing out your computer.

“Best I’ve had in a while.” His brow furrowed in confusion, trying to figure out why that was when he had slept on Gil’s couch a few times already. It never held back the nightmares before.

You kept a neutral expression. You didn’t want Malcolm to know. Best in a while. You were happy to let him believe he had a dreamless sleep—he deserved that much.

“Maybe I should take it for a test run then,” you joked, meeting his gaze. 

Malcolm let out a small laugh. “Guess it depends on if you want a stiff neck.”

You scrunched your nose. “I’ll pass.”

He chuckled again and checked the time on his watch.

“Want to go grab a bite? I’m starving,” he asked, looking at you through his lashes.

You nodded. “Diner down the block?” You both stood.

“Their burgers sound great right now.”

You walked to the exit side by side, waving goodbye to your coworkers. As Malcolm held the door open for you, you gave him a small smile in thanks. 

And at that moment, looking into his soft eyes, you realized something.

You were in love with him.

[caroldantops]

No cause after being so overstimulated all day I am once again projecting along w my need to have Nancy be her cute soft dom self and make my brain shut up. Day just sucked just been huffy and quiet and sensitive, not knowing what to do, feel like she'd know exactly what to do.

Nancy almost immediately notices what happens and does the sweetest things with such a firm, knowing, hand. I feel like she always picks up on the little things, like all your tells are thoroughly highlighted in the book of her mind.

"No baby, it's time to listen to mommy now. You don't have to talk anymore, just let mommy think for you."

So sweet but firm, talking you down more than talking down to you, encouraging your needs by setting a gentle tempo herself.

Lots of touching idk if it's just me but I feel like it's so grounding, trusting her to help you calm down, sometimes more physically than figuratively, like with helping you lie down, slowing your movements one at a time.

When in her room she's turning the radio off, maybe shutting off a light or two to keep it dim, surrounding you with one of her blankets that undoubtedly smelled like whatever earthy and floral perfume she decided to wear, maybe sitting you down in one of her chairs and kneeling before you with your hands in hers, maybe joining you on the floor at the end of her bed, cuddling one of her throw pillows.

She's close again before you notice how she'd shifted the rooms atmosphere to be so much more quiet, above you, the center of your attention as she's decided to seat you on the edge of her bed, your hands fiddling with her plush comforters.

Nancy's standing just in front of you, tucking her hands into your hair, maybe rubbing the back of your neck whilst scratching your scalp gently with her endlessly warm hands. It's enough to make your eyes flutter close as she unravels all of the worry with her nimble fingers.

"Yeah, look at you honey," she's almost pouting, just in realization of how much anxiety had built when your muscles relax stubbornly at her touch. "That's it, mommy's here," she lets your head fall against her stomach as she comforts you standing between your legs, humming lightly.

The hand rubbing your neck slips a little lower for just a second, pinky swiping over your rigid back and she takes note of the small whine you let out as it caresses over the tense muscles of your shoulder blades.

You push your head further into her, eyes burning with emotion and frustration at being unable to directly and accurately vocalize why you were so overwhelmed. Your face rubbed against the soft cotton of her blouse, a small, distressed 'mama' leaving your mouth as you hid your face in her shirt.

"It's okay, sweetheart, you have me, I'm right here," She leans down and pecks a few kisses into your hair, hands still soothing you, one traveling under your shirt and to your tense back. She soothes your skin in wide, warm, rhythmic, circles.

Nancy grows unsatisfied with how little contact you'd made, guiding you up to the middle of her bed and removing both of your shoes, practically burying you under her comforters.

The movements of her tugging at her shirt threw you on her intentions until she'd gotten it off and all but forced you on your stomach. You felt the blooming heat of her bra clad torso on your back, her arms pulling you flush against her as she soothed her hands down your arms and stomach, shushing your brief whines. You'd completely melted against her then, her head tucked over your shoulder gave her mouth direct access to your ear, her voice low and murmuring sweet reassurances. She kissed you every now and then, soft and innocent. With your legs tangled and bodies flush, surrounded by her pretty scent and soft blankets, her voice grounded you through the evening until you grew tired and your mind felt quiet.

"S'okay baby, let me hold you." "Mommy's here for you baby." "You're my sweet girl, so good for letting mommy hold you." "M'gonna stay here as long as you need honey." "We'll stay like this till it all feels okay." "Such a good little girl, baby."

SWOOOOONNN.

There's tons of back rubbing and soft reassurances I keep imagining that make me melt into a fucking puddle I just want to hoLD HER.

THIS MADE MY HEAD NUMB IN THE BEST WAY IM GONNA TREASURE THIS FOREVER THANK YOU

[marc-spectorr]

Callie, I miss you 🥺❤

Because I'm working on a wedding photo album for my brother currently all I can think about is how the moon boys or Poe or even Santi would feel at their wedding day???😄 Would you write headcanons for them? I wonder about big and small weddings, what they're wearing, who would cry, just idk... all I'm seeing is the boys getting married (and they all deserve it 🤧)

Love youuu ❤ I hope your week started good, are you alright? Drink enough water & take care sweetheart 😘

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heyyya sunnie my love 🌻💛

sorry it took me a while to respond! i decided to do poe for your headcanon idea since i’ve been itching to write something for him :)) hope you enjoy 💞

poe dameron on your wedding day

poe, the always-so-confident, and cocky commander, is quite a nervous groom on the big day itself.

it’s a good thing you and him agreed not to see each other before the ceremony. you would have been terribly worried about how much of a jittery mess he’s been all morning.

but he simply wants this day to be absolutely perfect. 

as perfect as the way you envisioned it.

as perfect as the way you are.

the ceremony starts at exactly noon, and poe could feel himself sweating underneath his formal uniform regalia, which you’d requested him to wear.

((fighting for the resistance while planning a wedding proved to be an arduous task. there wasn’t enough time to go off-world and find a fancy suit. the two of you had to make do with the things you already have though it isn’t much of a problem.))

((what matters the most is that you and poe exchange vows and commit to each other for life while surrounded by your close friends who have become family.))

“nervous are we, commander?” leia, who’s officiating the ceremony, whispers as the live music starts to perform the entrance song.

“nah, of course not. why? is it that obvious?” poe chuckles, fumbling with his hands in front of him.

finn lightly taps on his shoulder. “you got this, dameron. if you can easily fly an x-wing with your eyes closed, then saying ‘i do’ is pretty much a walk in the park.”

poe hums quietly, seemingly agreeing with his best man. he doesn’t admit it out loud, but flying an x-wing with his eyes closed was a lot less nerve-wracking than this.

“hey, don’t worry. you’re going to do just fine! any moment now, the love of your life will walk down the aisle, and all you’re going to think about is how you’re the happiest man alive,” rey soothes him calm.

thank the maker you chose her to be the maid of honor. she always seems to know what to say.

a fond smile makes its way onto poe’s face at the thought of you, and the fact that you already make him the happiest man in this galaxy and far beyond.

the small crowd's gentle aww's fill the lush open air of ajan kloss as your flower droid r2-d2 ambles down the pathway, tossing red, white, and pink petals all over the earthy ground.

bb8, the adorable ring-bearer, soon follows, rolling towards the end of the aisle and beeping enthusiastically to the melodic tune playing in the background.

when the guests stand, poe holds his breath.

finally, he sees you, gracefully making your way to him with the most radiant smile on your lips.

beautiful, just breathtakingly beautiful, poe thinks. his heart swiftly beats against his chest as your gazes meet, and he swears it feels like an absolute dream.

a tear slips out from his eye, one that he doesn’t make an attempt to hold back.

poe’s love for you is cosmic. you’re the sun, and he’s your planet, orbiting around you for an infinite time.

and he’d forever proclaim that around the base to anyone who would listen.

“hi,” you softly greet, slipping your hands into his.

hands that he will forever hold. hands that he will forever cherish.

“hi,” poe replies sweetly, finding himself speechless at the wondrous sight of you.

he doesn’t need to say anything more. his lovestruck eyes told you all which you needed to know.

the rest of the ceremony is almost a blur to poe until it came time to exchange the vows you and he wrote yourselves.

although his voice was shaky, he made it through his entire speech with minimal tears.

poe’s vows make you cry.

and as you read yours for him, it makes him cry, too.

perhaps a little harder than you did.

then, there’s the ring. his mother’s ring.

it dangled on a silver chain around his neck for many, many years.

poe still remembers those late, lonesome nights when he’d wonder if he’ll ever find someone who was worthy enough to give his late mother’s wedding ring.

and now that same ring adorns your finger, serving as a symbol of his eternal promise to you.

to have and to hold, till death do us part.

i do, i do, i do...

“it is my great honor and happy privilege to introduce to you the damerons!” leia announces gleefully at the end. “commander, you may kiss the—”

“way ahead of you, general,” poe’s laughs before wrapping his arms around you and dipping you down slightly, leaning in close. 

i love you, sunshine, he mouths silently, cheeks wet and beaming oh so brightly.

i love you, too, you return, your voice a mere breath that tickles his lips.

poe kisses you, pouring all of his love and joy into it as your found-family cheers endlessly.

today had truly been the best day of his life.

and poe could only imagine the exciting adventures the universe has in store for the two of you.

a/n: pls be gentle with me on this. im still getting a feel for writing poe ;-;