#its always nice when youre close to finishing more than one book at once

[mooooonnnzz]

hiii, saw request is still open and just finished reading forwards beckon rebound and bawled my eyes out.

so i was wondering if you could maybe make something with ford having a kid (reader) who's like really young when he got pushed into the portal and stanley raising reader and reader reminds stanley so much of ford when they were younger and is a nerd like their old man it hurts stanley so much to see the resemblance.

Dream About Me

Platonic!Stanley Pines x Child!Reader

ᰔ 1,8k words!

ᰔ MULLET STANLEYY!!!

ᰔ slight angst? or heavy angst? it's just overall sad really depends on the person

ᰔ gender neutral reader!

ᰔ request are open!

𐒘𝛠 When Stan took you in, he never thought how painful it would be to see all Ford’s quirks and traits shine in you. Seeing his smile on your face made it really hard for him to continue on with his day without breaking down into violent sobs, especially freshly after Stan had accidentally pushed Ford into the portal. Another wound to the heart was the additional finger on each of your hands. He hadn’t noticed until one day during dinner when you were sitting in front of him, coloring within the lines of the coloring book he had gotten you days prior. Your hand was splayed across the page, hand pressing down on the other side of the page to keep it from closing it on you. His eyes brushed past your hand, disregarding the six finger, just like he always did with Ford when his eyes shot back to your fingers, eyes widening upon seeing the extra appendage. He would’ve choked on his food if he didn’t swallow it moments before. 

𐒘𝛠 “Are you looking at my extra finger?” Your fingers curled inwards on instinct, nuzzling them into your palm. “Dad told me to never be ashamed of my extra finger.” You tell him, which sounded more of you trying to reassure yourself than anything. “Did he really?” A wistful smile pulls at his lips, his eyes distantly looking down at his plate. “Yeah. He said that it’s a gift. We both shared our weirdness together.” Your other hand that was holding the crayon was now wrapped in your other hand, the crayon discarded on top of the unfinished page. Stan’s teeth snagged on his bottom lip. This was harder than he thought. “And you-you should treat it like one, k-kid. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” He had tried coming off as stern, but the way he fumbled over his words and how his voice cracked in all the wrong places made it lose its whole empowering purpose. But you managed to get the message. A smile all too similar for Stan’s liking shown on your face. “Do you have an extra finger, Uncle Stan?” You brought your six fingered hand in front of his face, wiggling them wildly. “Unfortunately, I do not.” He pressed his palm against yours, his large hand completely dwarfing yours. “Ah! Five fingers!” You retract your hand away from Stan’s, wide eyes never leaving his five fingers. “I have actually never seen five fingers before!” You comment, flicking his fingers. “Have ya never seen another person that isn’t your dad?” Stan initially meant it as a lighthearted joke, but the way you sheepishly looked down to the ground told him very clearly that Ford had never taken you out of this house. ”Maybe once or twice when I was a baby?” You shrug. “He’s been so busy with everything else he left me to myself.” Sounds just like Ford. He hopes you don’t inhabit that from him. 

𐒘𝛠 Your insatiable curiosity was full force. Everything always needs to have a reason or explanation, and if not, you would forge a plausible reasoning that ties your question into a nice little answer. Seeing this in a different perspective really rattled through Stan. He had found this side of Ford when they were younger plenty annoying, always wondering why his brother couldn’t leave things be, but seeing you do it was a messy mix of bittersweet and gut churning. Hearing you ask all the same questions Ford had asked them when they were younger sent him in for a loop. How could you be so eerily alike to him? Even the passionate twinkle in his eye had passed down onto you. “Uncle Stan!” You padded over to him, book in hand with messy scrambles of your writing. “Look what I discovered!” Stan forced a smile onto his face, stomach twisting into vicious knots. “What did ya find, kiddo?” You eagerly nod your head as you spoke with the same vigor and passion Ford had all those years ago and shoved your book into his lap. Looking down at your book had some semblance of Ford’s cursive writing, but it had seemed that it was a mix of his and Ford’s. “This is really nice, kiddo.” He strained out, rapidly blinking away the tears that were threatening to fall out. “So you believe me? You believe my theories?” You rambled out, oblivious to Stan’s fighting battle with his emotions. “Yes, kiddo.” He pushes himself off the couch, running a hand through his hair. “I need a m-moment. Gotta check on this mullet.” He leaves with that and you’re left wondering what you did wrong. 

𐒘𝛠 When you were about twelve years old, Stan had caught you squinting at him from afar, the same way Ford would look at him without his glasses—he didn’t mean to draw everything back to Ford, you just were an exact carbon copy of him, unfortunately for him. So he conducted an at home experiment where he stood far away from you, holding up a sign with words that looked like a blended mush to you. That was enough to prove to Stan and you that you needed glasses. Getting a pair of frames sent Stan in for a loop. As if you didn’t act enough like Ford, now you had glasses that made Stan’s stomach drop whenever he looked at you. “How do I look?” You smile at Stan, the comically large glasses sliding down your nose. “Maybe we should get smaller ones?” Stan suggested, plucking the frames off your face and setting them back on the display stand. His eyes abruptly landed on ones that looked exactly like Ford’s glasses when he was about your age. He cleared his throat, shaking him out of that weird trance and ambling on to more of the display cabinets with glasses. “What about these!” He turns around and when his eyes lock on you, his mouth runs dry. “A-Are ya sure you want those?” You scamper over to the mirror, a small gasp leaving you. “I look like Dad.” You whisper. Confliction swimming in your eyes. “You don’t have to keep em—“ You wave him off. “It’s okay, Uncle Stan. I-I think it keeps his memory alive, right?” Stan swallows, nodding slowly. “Yeah, maybe you’re right.”

𐒘𝛠 Staring at yourself in the mirror, you flickered your eyes back and forth to a polaroid photo of Ford to yourself in the mirror. There was some resemblance. Especially with you wearing your glasses. It made sense why Stan couldn’t really keep a straight face whenever he talked or even looked at you. You internally fought with yourself, jumping back and forth to liking the fact that you looked like Ford or to hating the fact that you do. You had his eye shape, his nose, his smile, the extra finger, even the stupid need to have glasses. You have his mannerisms, the way you speak is a lot like how he talked when he was your age–told to you by Stan, and so much more that you couldn’t dwell into before you’d burst out into tears. It was both a blessing and a curse. A worn out sigh leaves you, brain spinning and pounding harshly against your skull. This wasn’t going to lead you anywhere. Picking at your features and wishing that you didn’t have them wasn’t going to be beneficial for anyone. You pocket the photo and swing the door open to see Stan right in front of you currently in the process of opening the door. “Oh!” You step back and Stan jolts up. “I didn’t know you were in there, kiddo. I’m sorry.” A sheepish hand rubs his neck. “It’s okay. I was leaving anyway.” You sadly smiled at him, stepping out of the bathroom. Stan raises an eyebrow, catching the melancholy look in your eyes. “You doin’ alright?” You stop in your tracks, hand ghosting the pocket where the photo of Ford was in. “I-,.” The words die in your throat when you notice the concerned look in his eyes. You didn’t want to put any more weight onto his shoulders.  “I’m alright. Thanks Uncle Stan.” Stan looks at you hesitantly before nodding to himself, bidding you a quick goodbye. “You can tell me anything, just lettin’ ya know.” He lastly says, closing the door, leaving you to your thoughts in the silent hallway. You weren’t sure if you were ever going to get the guts to truly tell Stan how you feel. 

𐒘𝛠 As the years go by, Stan had found himself breaking out of his habits of relating you to Ford and saw you as your own person. But there would be times where he would slip up back into his old ways and meddle in his mind. You had adopted a few of Ford’s mannerisms, from the way he spoke to how he fidgeted, you had it all. He’d catch glimpses of Ford whenever he would see your pinched concentrated face. Sometimes you’d walk into the lab to show him all the theories you thought of to fix the portal and Stan would just look at you, guilt and despair heavy on his expression. You would have to awkwardly bring him back and repeat everything you had just said to him. “I’m sorry that I keep reminding you of him.” You fidget with your spinny chair, softly swaying from side to side to ease your anxiety. “It’s not your fault. I promise.” He kneels down beside you, patting your shoulder reassuringly. A moment of silence passes before you turn your head over to look at him. “Sometimes I think you’re going to up and leave because I act like him sometimes.” Stan has had hard times coming to terms with you being so alike to his lost twin. Nights he’d spent crying on his bed, wondering if this is all worth the struggle. There’s times where he couldn’t even look at you without being choked up in his own cries. He wasn’t emotionally stable enough for this and he was doubting his capabilities of taking care of you. But alongside pain, you also brought him joy, you gave him a reason to wake up in the mornings, to smile, to laugh. Stan takes a shaky breath in. “Kid, I’m gonna be honest with ya. It’s been hard, extremely hard. I’m not gonna sit here and tell ya that it’s been all sunshine and rainbows, because it hasn’t. But what I can say is that I have been getting better, with the whole Ford thing. Sometimes it comes back like a slap on the face and I’m left scramblin’ but, at the end of the day, you have shined so brightly and shown me how incredible you are, just as yourself. And no matter how hard it gets, I’ma stay right by your side.” Wrapping him in a bone tight hug, you let out a relieved sob. “Thank you,” you cry out. Stan pats your back soothingly. “You’re also my kid now. Forever imprinted on me. I’m not goin’ anywhere.” 

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just wanted to share that i had the worst food poisoning ever these past few days

[allora1233]

ℍ𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

genre: comfort - drabble

pairing: Viktor x Reader

wc: >1k

a/n: Fun fact about this fic: this is based on something my ex said to me, and I've never been the same since. Also, the pleasant smell of old books is called bibliosmia.

The door creaks as you poke your head into the laboratory, sighing in relief as you see only Viktor standing in the room with a book in hand. You walk in and shut the door behind you before making a beeline for the lean man. He turns around and glances up, eyebrows raised as he was not expecting you to be the one that walked through the door. "Y/N, what brings you he-"

Before he can finish his sentence, you're standing in front of him with your face buried in his chest. Viktor looks down at you, his brows furrowed in confusion and worry. Slowly setting down his book and steadying himself against you to put his cane to the side, he wraps his arms around you. "What's wrong, my love?" You remain silent for a moment, simply wanting to take in Viktor's presence and forget about your day. Taking a deep breath in, your senses are flooded with his scent. It's always a pleasant mixture of coffee and old books, like a library with its own café. And not a Starbucks or some other big brand. An authentic café you can only find at this library.

Your arms float up and slowly wrap themselves around his waist. "Hey." Your voice comes out softer than you expected it to. "Hey. Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not right now. I just want a hug." Viktor nods and holds you closer, his hand rubbing circles on your lower back. You close your eyes, humming at the feeling and melt into him. You adjusted yourself so your head was resting comfortably against his shoulder. A comfortable silence forms in the air as the minutes go by, only the sound of soft breathing from both of you is heard. Neither of you two move, perfectly content being in each other's arms.

Inhaling deeply once more, you slowly pull away from Viktor. But not all the way. You still wanted to feel him close. Your hands move up around his neck as his hands slide back and rest on your waist. When you look up at him, you're met with his gaze already staring down at you. "You know, you are the perfect hugging height."

You blink, not expecting that sentence to be what finally broke the silence. "Really?" He nods. "Mhmm. Your head rests nicely against my shoulder and my arms are long enough to hold you right. I am able to keep my balance with you without my cane. And you are just tall enough for me to do this." Viktor lowers his head just enough to give you a gentle peck on the forehead. You hum. "Yeah, but still too short to properly do this." You push yourself up to your tippy toes and pull him into a kiss that he glady returns. He leans back and smiles at you, an action you happily mirror. "Thank you Vik. I really don't know what I would do without you."

"And the same goes to you. You are my muse, you know?" Your gaze softens as your heart swells with love. How did you get so lucky? "I know." After another moment of pure sugar fluff, you help Viktor with whatever it was he was working on before you came in. You already forgot why you were so upset to begin with.

[wolfish-trickster]

Imagine part 3

@myendlesslyunexistinglove

(Btw should i rename this series?)

Since you went missing Rafayel has turned nearly every stone on the island upside down. Even though his friends already told him it's time to leave he still searched the whole island once more. You couldn't just sublimate, could you? The nearest land is too far for you to just swim over and no sailor had a missing boat. Why would you even leave anyways? He hadn't said anything. Done anything.

"I hoped it wouldn't come to this," he sighed as he stripped and walked into the sea, his purple head getting lost under the waves.

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You closed the book Sylus has given you. It was a nice story. Reminded you a lot about your current situation.

You twirled the feather around your fingers, it must've belonged to Mephisto. When Sylus wasn't around and twins were busy as well he was the one keeping you company.

As if on cue you heard him land outside your window. You let him in. He hopped into your lap, opened his beak and let couple of dried berries fall into your lap. He usually brought you trinkets he found in the streets, food was new. You just shrugged and ate them. Finally some fruit among all the fancy food Sylus has been giving you.

"If you wanted something sweet," Sylus's voice startled you, "you could've just said."

"What kind of a hostage would I be if I dictated what I wanted to eat," you let Mephisto fly towards his master. "I was just happy you at least gave me something."

Mephisto landed on Sylus's shoulder. "Have I given you a reason to fear me so?"

You shook your head. He smiled. "Good. Excuse me," he turned his head and whispered something to his crow. After he was done, Mephisto flew out the window.

"Let's take a walk," Sylus offered you his arm. He always made you feel like a princess.

He took you down the hill from his mansion, through the almost dead city into a meadow. Just like everything here the meadow also looked dead.

"Why did you bring me here?" you asked when he finally stopped.

"The first time you came here you were so dissappointed by the flora of my home. I admit, I would also welcome some splashes of colour in the form of flowers, but it's out of my control. I wanted to show you something else."

He gestured for you to sit and be quiet. Soon enough a doe with its fawn carefully came from the nearby forrest. None of them looked dead like the people in the city, but they didn't look alive either. Both were semi-seethrough with a blue hue. The fawn spotted a blue seethrough butterfly and started chasing it.

You subconsciously let out a lihht chuckle, startling the running fawn. You quickly slapped both of your hands over your mouth but it was already too late. However the deer pair didn't ran away like it normally would. The fawn sniffed around until it found both of you sitting in the grass. After its cold nose bumped into your knee he studied your face a little. Then it layed dawn next to your folded legs and rested its head in your lap. Its mother hesitated, when Sylus stood up and walked a little further away from you the doe walked up to you and sniffed your face.

Now you definitely felt like a princess. "Are all the animals around this friendly?" you asked Sylus as you petted both of their heads.

He shook his head. "They usually just run away from me. But you," he watched as some butterflies circled your hand and sat in your hair creating a crown, "I knew you'd be the one."

"Did you say something?" you asked but didn't pay attention to his answer. Your finger found something on the little fawn's head. A dent. Or a hole. You inspected it a little, the blue fur around it was covered by something dark. Looking over at the doe she had a similar wound, but on her belly rather than her head.

"Sylus, are they-?" you didn't need to finish. He already knew your question. And you already knew the answer. "Why?"

"They don't suffer here," he walked up to you scaring all animals away, making them run back to the forrest. "I don't bring them, they come on their own. Some decide to stay, some don't. But they like you. I'm glad they do."

You hummed and looked away. You could still see the doe and the fawn in the distance. They indeed looked content here.

Before the sorry excuse of a sun could rise and make Sylus go to sleep again you wanted to take a walk in the forrest. Whichever path you took the animals kept eyeing you like curious children. The braver ones approached you, others were wary of your companion and kept their distance.

Suddenly Sylus took you by the hand and lead you down a path, between some trees and bushes, until both of you came to the only alive looking tree. A pomegranate tree.

"Since you wanted some more fruit," he reached up and plucked the ripest looking apple.

You looked at him offering the fruit to you. It was a tempting offer, it's been so long since you've had something sweet and juicy. Then again, this was eerily similar to the myth he made you read. If you ate it, would you be tied to this place forever?

He saw your hesitation. "It's not poisonious," he took the apple in both hands and tore it into two. Once again he offered it to you. "Take it, you don't have to eat it right away."

You took it from him and watched him pick up the juicy red seed to his lips. The both of you went back to the mansion, Sylus ate all of his seeds and you subconsciusly held onto his hand while hypnotizing your half of the apple. If it wasn't for Rafayel you would've eaten it right away. Sylus wasn't as funny or as artistic as him, but he was wise, protective, and wasn't affraid of something as cuddly as a cat.

There were pros and cons to both men. But only one of them wanted you, as far as you knew. Is this the Stockholm syndrome talking?

A pair of metalic wings ruffled above your heads. Mephisto panded on Sylus's shoulder and whispered something in his ear. Sylus' relaxed and almost happy expression turned into a stone cold one you knew very well. You saw it whenever the twins pranked him.

"Excuse me my dear," he lifted your connected hands to his lips and pressed a small kiss to the back of your hand, "I have a fish to hunt."

Part 1 part 2

[essencering]

↳ summary: just the little ways the brothers scent you so when other's are around you that you are under THEIR protection, and you just think nothing of it because hey they are your boys!

↳ Tags: Gender Neutral Reader, Mammon (Obey Me!), Leviathan (Obey Me!), Lucifer (Obey Me!), Satan (Obey Me!), Asmodeus (Obey Me!), Beezelbub (Obey Me!), Belphegor (Obey Me!). SFW, Scenting, Headcanons.

writer's blurp: hc that the boys have a subtle way of making other demons stay away from you whenever they're not around via scenting.

↳ Lucifer

out of his brothers, Lucifer is the most subtle in how he goes about placing his scent on you.

Lucifer's scent on you is always light, but it clings to your clothes when he stops you. something being out of place is what he tells you.

it doesn't happen often, so when Lucifer stops you to adjust your collar, and when he is sure that your jacket is sitting squarely on your shoulders.

sometimes it takes a moment, but once he is pleased that everything is perfect he sends you away with a gentle pat.

he's scent is also subtly weaved its way into his brother's natural scents-- it soothes Lucifer.

his scent is the easiest to pick up by other lower-level demons. even with his brother's scents clinging to you. a silent, but clear warning to not touch you.

↳ Mammon

Mammon's scent seems to be a part of your person at this point. others call him bold with how he scents you, but the two of you are just together often enough for this to happen.

Mammon hardly has to scent you in front of someone or find an excuse to do so. he's in your space so often that his scent is just a permanent residence.

having his scent on you is comforting to Mammon. when he throws his arm over your shoulder or pulls you in for a hug to find how nicely his scent mingles with yours and makes his brain happy.

his scent is like a body spray that clings to your clothes. it's enough to steer anyone wanting to cause a problem.

↳ Leviathan

Leviathan isn't one to consider himself bold enough to just outrightly scent you, but it's an action that helps to soothe his nerves if he's not having a good day.

so whenever he either notices that he's doing this or his brothers point it out Leviathan becomes a cute little mess over it. because he's not trying to claim your person as his own, it just happens!!! he swears!!!

his envy will only play a part in scenting when his own scent is too faint or if someone dared to try and rub their scent over his own. others often forget how powerful he is, and if his scent isn't enough of a reminder then the one who was so bold needs a reminder.

his scent is like holding hands, soothing in its own way and a reminder that you are someone he sees as important in his life.

↳ Satan

tries to be the most sneaky about scenting you, almost like Lucifer, but in his own special way that wouldn't raise any eyebrows or questions if you truly asked what he was doing.

Satan is always careful about scenting you, but sometimes he slips up and just simply allows himself to truly scent you properly rather than being sneaky.

an action that always makes you smile, and sometimes giggle which makes Satan simply lean more into scenting you. losing himself momentarily at the sound and sight of your joy.

he can get snippy whenever anyone points it out, especially Lucifer, but he will often deny it despite how he will rub his wrist against yours all while doing so.

Satan's scent is similar to his books. ancient, comforting, and powerful a clear warning to those, not his brothers or those close to Satan outside of his family with the clear message being to stay away from you.

↳ Asmodeus

is the least subtle about scenting you, but if his closeness should ever truly bothers you he will stop. even if he truly wants to finish scenting you properly.

Asmodeus scents you because he really and truly adores you. his family's special person. Asmodeus scents you because he sees you as a part of their family, even if he hasn't had a chance to paint your nails to truly make it official.

if his scent is pointed out by his brothers he isn't ashamed of it. he just smiles, all cute and happy when he says that it makes you smell like he's welcoming you into their family. no one says anything, the feeling is mutual.

his scent reminds others of his baths, fragrant, but a scent that clings to one's skin. a clear warning to stay away from how it clings to your skin.

↳ Beelzebub

Beelzebub's scent sticks to you from his clothes. you are absolutely swimming in his clothes which tickles a part of his brain just right that he just can't help, but pick you up and nuzzle his face in your hair.

Beelzebub is unaware of how his scent has subtly been clinging to your person until he is laying in bed with you during movie nights with you, Mammon, and Levi. his scent seems to be just as strong in your bed as Mammon's scent is.

you sit there wrapped in his jacket, leaning against Mammon whose chin is resting on your head, Levi's tail wrapped around your leg, while you card your hand through his hair and with your free hand hold onto his.

seeing you wrapped up in his clothes and his scent mingling with your own and his brother's is so comforting. Beel cannot resist just trying to push himself closer to you. which he does, and Mammon makes a fuss but just grumbles with Beelzebub pulling the two of you into a hug.

his scent is very much like the hugs he pulls you into. comforting there and if you should ever need it willingly given.

↳ Belphegor

Belphegor seems to subconsciously scent you when the two of you either sleep together or doze off with one another. even if it's just his head on your lap or shoulder.

Beelzebub is actually the one to bring it up since his scent clings heavily to your person. despite how Belphegor will deny it, saying that he doesn't have a reason to scent you while Beel just smiles at him.

is honestly the most startled to realize that he's been scenting you. the two of you did not start your true relationship on the best foot or the best impression of his character.

not after what he did, but... he still scented you. he shouldn't scent you, but he does it feels wrong to not do it even after trying to actively avoid doing it. Belphegor feels like he can't relax, that he can't sleep unless he lets himself have this one little selfish, greedy thing to feel at ease. once he stops fighting it his own body is able to feel settled once more.

it is comforting. to have his scent on you and even more to smell how his brother's scents mingle on your person. helps him to sleep much easier, knowing that you are safe and knowing his brother's scents are mixed with his own make this doubly so.

his scent is like a warm blanket, comforting and present. a reminder that you are safe with him, and a reminder to others that he won't show those who aim to harm you mercy.

[kennysboxergf]

write smt for niko where reader has nails on and she’s just scratching nikos head and he falls asleep on her and is in awn of him please and thank u

Acrylics ~ Niko Omilana

Ok alright so first of all my apologies i started writing this and then it took a mind of its own and ran away from me so im so sorry if this isnt exactly what you wanted 💔

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Your fingers worked at Niko’s scalp as he lay in your lap. You felt as he sank deeper and deeper into your embrace and as his muscles relaxed under your new acrylic nails. You looked over at him and found only peace and relaxation in his expression, despite that you couldn’t help as your earlier conversation echoed in your head.

--

“How do you do anything with those knives on your fingers?” is the question that pops you out of the book you were reading. You close it shut, knowing this conversation was not going to just disappear, when Niko wanted to know something he usually found out.

“What do you mean knives?” you ask, pretending to not understand the joke so he would drop it.

Of course, he didn’t drop it.

“I mean those long pointy things you’ve stuck onto your already long, pointy, nails” he answered, vaguely gesturing towards your hand with his. 

“My acrylics?” you asked back with a dead-pan look on your face.

“Nuh-uh” came the answer as he shook his head, “acrylic is a type of paint. You have literal murder weapons stuck to the end of your fingers” he finished with an accusatory point at your hands. 

You smiled simply in his direction before extending one long finger (+ nail) in his direction. You bent it towards yourself in a beckoning motion, willing him to come closer. He did so, albeit hesitantly. 

When he approached the couch you were settled on you grabbed onto his shirt and tugged him down. He fell (ungraciously) onto the couch right next to you with an oomph. When he settled he looked at you with a mix between a glare and a confused head tilt. You simply shrugged because you had no idea why you had done that either.

He opened his mouth as if to complain but you quickly shut him up with a finger on his lips. Once again he looked down at the finger in confusion but you didn’t utter a word, just rearranged his tall man limbs into your lap. He went quite easily, but as soon as the two of you were comfortable he opened his big mouth again.

“Your murder knives are stabbing me, y/n” he said once more with a trace of a pout on his lips.

You moved your hand from where it was resting on his stomach up to his scalp. You felt him tense as your nails first trailed through his curls. You muttered a soothing “don’t worry baby, these murder knives can do a lot more than just kill men.”

Well maybe that wasn’t too soothing but he did go from deep freeze rigid to just tense so it was a win you guessed.

And all of that led you to where you were right now. With his head in your lap as your fingers worked into his hair. He was actively just melting into you, his whole body relaxing. You smiled at his behaviour as his eyes fluttered shut.

After a couple of minutes of massaging you heard soft noises coming from your boyfriend. Small gasps and quiet moans of pleasure echoed in the room. He didn’t seem to notice as his head lay still, eyes shut and mouth slightly open.

You stop your motions and he jerks back into reality, his eyes open as he looks at you. 

“Baby, I’ll pay for your nails for the rest of the year if you just keep going right now” he promised quietly.

You chuckled but started with your motions once more, his eyes fell shut again. “No more murder knives?” You tease.

His head starts to shake before he realises he can’t do that with you massaging him. So he just mutters a simple “nothing that makes me feel this nice can be used for murder I take my words back” 

“Ok,” you respond but then continue after a pause, “but you can’t take back the words about paying for my nails” you warn him.

He smiles, “of course.”

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as always requests are open and please come by and say hi <3

[akunya]

"let me do you a favor."

pairings: trey clover x m!reader

summary: dinner tastes best when someone feeds it to you.

tw: FEEDING/FEEDERISM(?), persuasion/manipulation, frottage, dubcon. regression(?), CARETAKER!TREY, comfort, subspace/little space(?). SOMNO, praise, guilt trip, etc.

notes: i have been working on this for a bit, and finally got around to finishing it for his birthday. trey is my favorite twst character so i hope this does him justice.

i feel like its ooc, but whatever. enjoy! : )

"you have to eat, yknow that right?" trey frowned, his eyes never leaving your hunched form. it was late at night, at this point everyone had retreated to their dorms to get some good nights sleep; every student except for you. "its important - much more important than studying."

you shrugged in response, flipping past another page of the heavy textbook in front of you. your desk was littered with crumpled papers, eraser shavings, post-its askew, and everything else that would make riddle scream his head off. trey had taken note of you not being in the cafeteria for lunch. while he assumed you were busy, his mind started to worry as he realized you didn't show up to dinner either. in fact, now that he thought about it, trey hadn't seen you all day.

the upperclassman had always felt the need to take care of others, and you were no exception. while he would deny hi true intentions about being heartslabyuls big brother figure, deeply inside, he knew it was somewhat true. you couldn't fathom why he cared so much about your well-being while he had so much to deal with on his own. wouldn't it be easier to just leave you be? wasnt he tired himself after such a long day? you started brooding in your own thoughts. trey sighed, not moving from his spot next to your desk, hoping that if he stayed long enough you'd eventually give in. your eyes darted from word to word, silent, adamant on finishing your study session before you allowed yourself a bite to eat. you had to pass this time, or it would seriously be off with your head.

you were insistent on finishing your book before having a snack — until trey had spoken up. "what if fed you instead?" your brain had taken a moment to process what he said, blinking a few times. the offer made your thoughts stop in their tracks, ripping yourself away from the book to look at trey with wide eyes. he smiled, pushing up his glasses, unshaken from how surprised you were. "i can make you something and feed you. that way you wont have to stop reading."

you couldn't help but feel embarrassed. the way he didn't even stutter to offer something so domestic (in your eyes, at least) to you made your cheeks flush, clearing your throat awkwardly. was this another one of his jokes? was cater around the corner getting ready to laugh at you with his phone in hand?

before you could hesitate any longer, your stomach growled loudly, making the both of you stare at each other for a moment before laughing. "..s-sure, if you really want to. there's really no need for that though."

"dont worry, its no big deal. i have some leftovers from what i made for dinner. ill grab them and come right back." with a polite nod, you muttered another ‘thank you’ before continuing your boring textbook about potions and whatnot for your test. your fingers tapped on the smooth wood of the desk as you read.

you wouldn’t admit it, but you enjoyed being doted on every once and a while. it felt nice to be cared for — letting your worries slip away as someone else’s hands did the work for you. it was tough having so many responsibilities. thinking again about how trey not only takes care of himself but riddle and the dorm as well, you really wondered how he did it all. shouldn’t you be the one offering him comfort and care? you sighed, leaning back in your chair and staring at the ceiling.

“whoever ends up with him is one lucky guy, that’s for sure.” you mumbled under your breath, your eyes drifting close for just a moment before a knock came from the door. “come in!”

trey nudged the door open with his foot, holding it open just enough for him to slip through with the tray of food in his hands. your mouth started to water, your room being filled with the delicious smell of treys cooking. you didnt get a good look at the dishes, but it didn't matter - your stomach was rumbling all the same. he chuckled lowly, placing the tray on the coffee table momentarily. “it’s nothing too complicated. baking is usually my specialty, but i figured you wouldn’t want to eat cake for your first meal of the day.” you shook your head, quick to quip back at his comments. “no no, don’t worry about it! it looks delicious, trey. id eat anything you make.” there was a small moment of silence, and your words had sunken in, making trey laugh again. “is that so, y/n?”

the vice dorm leader’s eyes wandered towards your desk and back to the tray of food. “would you like to move from your desk, or should i scoot closer to you?” either way, you were going to be flustered by the intimacy of his hands holding your chin in place, shrugging nonchalantly. “do whatever you feel comfortable with. you’re doing me the favor after all.” you were in this deep anyways.

trey nodded, starting to ponder about how he should go about this. he didn’t want you to stop reading and studying (although he truly wanted you to take a break from it) since it seemed important to you. however, how is he going to get close enough without dropping food on your precious textbook? it would be a shame to go back on his offer just because it needed some extra maneuvering. with all of the extra problems the students of heartslabyul create, he wouldn't give up that easily. treys eyes practically lit up with a solution. he cleared his throat before speaking up.

“could you sit on my lap, y/n?” if you listened closely, you could hear the tinge of anxiety in his voice. it was a risky offer, after all. you felt your own heart flutter. unable to muster the courage to speak, you nodded instead, getting out of your chair and out of the way so trey could take the seat.

and boy, were you staring at him like a pervert. his bigger build practically dwarfed your worn little chair, filling up the seat nicely unlike yourself. his legs were spread open comfortably, and for a split second you swore you saw something stiff in between them. he was wearing a plain red colored shirt with dark grey pajama pants. how cute.. you smiled, taking note of the little red clovers printed on the fabric. even heartslabyuls hardworking senpai had cute clothes to relax in. the more you stared, the more soft he looked in your eyes.

trey cleared his throat, disrupting you from your thoughts. he patted his thighs, closing them slightly so you'd have somewhere to sit. "if you sit like this, it shouldn't be too uncomfortable." his soft hands moved your legs across his lap, angled sideways as he faced forward. he took the heavy textbook from the desk and placed it on your lap, moving the tray of food to rest on the desk instead. scooting closer, the position would seem uncomfortable to anyone else, but you truly didn't mind. the extra body heat from being pressed so closely to the man made you relax. "comfy?"

you nodded, going back to silently reading your book. why couldn't it be like this all of the time? you felt oddly safe, flipping the pages in your book as you read. trey reached over to scoop some of the food onto a fork, hand holding the small of your back while he moved. your eyes were glued to the page still. the cool metal of the fork tapped at your lips, prompting you to open without hesitation, biting into the warm tasty leftovers you had missed out on a few hours ago. "do you like it? i can use my magic to make it taste like something else if you don't."

you shook your head, swallowing first before speaking. "theres no need to, trey. it tastes really good. you're amazing in the kitchen." it was his turn to blush, not expecting the compliment in such a vulnerable position. having a cute boy sit in his lap didnt happen everyday after all. he didnt say anything in response, feeding you another forkful.

you two stayed like that for a while as you read. the silence was comfortable, to say the least. the upperclassman didnt care asking mindless questions, letting you read in peace as he fed you. while the food was more than splendid, a few forkfuls was enough to make your stomach begin to feel full, so when trey had held the utensil expectantly in front of your lips and you didn't budge, he frowned a little. "what happened? you dont like it?" his hurt face tugged at your heart strings.

you panicked, eyebrows raising in confusion. "thats not it! im just starting to feel full, so..!"

his saddened expression made your heart sink. why did you feel so empty? even though you were reading, the words were blending into one another and you barely processed anything you had just read. why did he look so disappointed? was he actually that worried about you?

"you only have a little bit left. you can do it, right? you barely ate today.." his voice was gentle, almost as if he was convincing you, sweet and persuasive. you found yourself shakily opening your lips for another bite, much to treys delight. he made sure to take note of the blush on your cheeks.

"thats it, good boy. i knew you could do it." the senior praised you, ruffling your hair as he fed you. trey wasn't stupid - he knew he had a way to persuade others while making himself look like the good guy. he's guilty of doing the same thing to riddle more than a dozen of times. if being a bit selfish meant getting what he wanted, then he didnt mind.

embarrassingly enough, your dick twitched at the pet name, too. 'good boy'? no ones ever called you that before. it made you feel.. good, to say the least. small, but safe. you found yourself itching for more praise from trey, wiggling a bit on his lap but not denying any food when he had gathered some more on the fork. trey didnt even bother correcting himself or making an excuse. he saw how you relaxed, how you looked so eager to please. "perfect. just like that." trey mumbled lowly, opening his own mouth to mimic yours.

your eyes looked glossy, void of any valuable thought. its as if you were staring at him, but you weren't truly there. he watched, making no effort to stop you tipping over deeper into that cozy mindset of your own. at some point you even began to lean into his side, relaxing into the upperclassman's firm yet soft chest. trey smiled, brushing some hair out of your face as he set the plate of food down. you looked as if you would knock out at any moment.

"look at that, all finished. i bet your stomach feels better now, right?" you lazily nodded, humming in response as you nuzzled against his neck. he coo'ed at you, taking the heavy book out of your lap so you could rest comfortably. your body was so relaxed against his, so accessible. trey gulped, noting that he could no longer hide the throbbing boner in his pants anymore.

he had been excited ever since you initially agreed to his offer. in fact, he was practically buzzing with energy when he had went over to the kitchen to plate some leftovers from earlier today. treys hands shook with an uncharacteristic amount of nervousness, licking his lips before letting his arm wrap around your small form. even if you wanted to get up, he simply gently nudged you further into the crook of his neck, hand splaying on your thighs. his mind raced with the thousands of possibilities that could happen.

he should leave you alone. really, trey should carry you to bed like the fine gentleman everyone thinks he is, like the normal role model they take him for. deeply, the man wants to do the right thing.

yet, all moral thought flies out the window when he notices you were hard too. your little cock made a proud tent in your pants, straining against the fabric as you slept. you were so quiet that trey didn’t even notice before, but now that it was practically on display for him, he couldn’t contain the groan he let out.

his bigger hand hovered over your bulge. he felt his heart flutter, looking down at your face. you were so calm, so peaceful in his arms. at this point.. wouldn’t it be wrong for him to deny you of your basic needs? the upperclassman has already hand fed you at this point, making sure you were full and taken care of. isn’t this just.. another task that he should handle?

you were too small to do it on your own, a little too dumb. friends do this all the time for each other. besides, you were totally into him too (he was confident on that, at least), so if anything.. maybe trey is doing a favor. a favor that he definitely doesn’t mind fulfilling for you.

“it’s alright, y/n. i got you. you deserve a break.” you had mumbled something in response, trey not catching half of what you said. he shrugged, pushing his glasses up before his hand hesitantly palmed your bulge, making you shudder. he felt his own cock pulse at just how tiny you were. his hand covered a good amount of your cock, squeezing and teasing you through your pants before unzipping them quietly.

trey was thankful that riddle had given you a room in heartslabyul to stay in. you didn’t have any other roommates because it was such short notice, so he didn’t have to worry about anyone barging in and catching him doing something he probably shouldn’t. trey pumped your cock slowly, making sure to flick his wrist and twist a couple of times. he loved the way your back arched, even while you were resting, desperate for more pleasure.

“you’re doing so well, pretty boy.” the praises spilled out naturally, his gaze shifting from your face to your cute little cock. your head felt dizzy, cloudy with dreams and pleasure as you moaned softly. the amount of pre-cum that dribbled out made an erotic squelch noise fill the room. trey didn’t bother stopping, even going a bit faster to get more reactions from you.

he thought about you like this before, but had no idea how to tell you. the mysterious transfer student from a different world was more than alluring to the normal student at NRC. not to mention, you are undeniably cute, winning the hearts of many of your seniors without you noticing. you never really noticed much, most of your schedule filled with hanging out with the first years or studying.

but the way you were now, and the time you were spending in his lap, was solely because of him. treys eyes widened when he noticed you were clumsily bucking your hips towards his hand. even while asleep, you couldn’t help but be so honest. you really were such a good boy.

when you started to curl up and shield yourself away from treys hand, he tutted, unwaveringly pushing your hips the opposite way so he could continue jerking you off. “no no, not that way. we’re almost done. let me help.”

it felt way too good. all of it felt unreal. being coddled so closely, fed so gently, cared for so nicely. it made you moan louder, drooling while you felt yourself grow dumber. trey was so overwhelming, and yet, you didn’t want to leave. you were in and out of your sleep, groaning treys name as he chuckled.

“you’re so sweet when you say my name, y/n. you can say it more. say it as much as you want.” trey kissed your forehead, his hand moving quicker and harder as you started to practically wail from how your body felt. you could feel his breath on your neck. it was hard for him to keep his composure.

when he saw your little hands try and grip the chair, that’s when he knew you were close. why was he so worried before? you clearly wanted this just as much as he did. you were the perfect little boy, listening and letting him do as he pleases. trey groaned, letting you hump into his hand clumsily. “you’re gonna cum, arent you y/n? it’s okay. let it out for me. you’ve been so good.” his voice only urged you further, sweet and soft in your ear.

your mouth was open, but no sound came out when you came, eyes rolling back a bit from your release. your cum shot high, some of it nearly landing on your chin as trey milked your cock, making sure every last drop was drained from your balls. it’s probably been so long since you’ve let yourself relax like this. he made a mental note to do this more often with you.

“see? didn’t that feel good?” his smile was as warm as ever, ready to greet you as you slowly opened your eyes. his face was a bit flushed, holding you in place even as you began to wake up and try to piece together what just happened. your trusty senpai would never do anything so dishonest after all. you could only nod, not wanting to make a fool out of yourself for falling asleep and not listening to.. whatever went on.

there trey goes again, forgetting to take care of his own tasks. his cock twitched angrily, aching to be touched. maybe a pretty boy like yourself wouldn’t mind returning the favor tonight.

[kiwiraccoon]

In the Twilight

Ateez x OC

Word Count: 2678

Summary: She lives with eight men, it was planned by all their parents. They spend hours together and hours apart. They do things together, for each other, and on their own. She reads by her window and they join in. They fall in love first, and she falls harder one by one.

Notes: FLUFF that’s all

part 1

The pages on my book glow in the twilight of the setting sun through my window that I sit next to regularly. The words stick out against the beige pages and I lose track of time while reading. It’s a common occurrence causing the boys to interrupt my time to call me for dinner. If they didn’t I would skip the meal unintentionally.

“Your dress will get wrinkled like that.” A voice calls out from the other side of our decently sized library. He walks into the room with grace that calls attention to him even if he doesn’t want it.

“Will it now?” I jest, a smirk growing on my face as I close my book with just my finger holding its place. He continues walking towards me and I can do nothing but watch his elegance. I’ve learned much from him about etiquette, and how to hold oneself in a pleasing manner. If it weren’t for him I would be curled up on my windowsill and slouching in a very uncomfortable position.

He chuckles, “It will.” He moves to stand near where I sit allowing himself to see the beautiful landscape I find myself wanting to paint from memory many times.

“Did you come here for something?” I ask not out of annoyance, a feeling I never have towards him, but out of curiosity as he usually has something in mind for us to do when he does gain the courage to interrupt my time.

“I’m just enjoying the view.” He says softly looking out to the landscape and I look down smiling, opening my book once again. I know he has an idea but refuses to pull me away from my book when I am not at a perfect stopping point. He understands my love for words on pages and their stories better than any of the others.

“There are other windows, Seonghwa.” I say with a small laugh at his antics, but continue reading as to finish the chapter quickly.

“But none have this beautiful view.” He says simply, and without looking I can feel his eyes on me rather than the view outside causing a small smile to form on my face.

“It is quite nice isn’t it.” My pages turn as he ponders his next words. I can feel the way he wants to ask me a question but his morality refuses to let him ‘bother’ me. I always found it cute how he would wait for hours if he had to just to be sure he wasn’t intruding on my time alone. The way he would either grab a random book of his own to occupy his mind with or simply just sit on one of the couches and enjoy the ‘view’ before him.

“Indeed,” he breathes in for a moment obviously fighting his inner turmoil. “Uh… Do you have a book mark?” The way his voice shakes but also peaks in both curiosity and worry makes my smile grow once again and pull my eyes to him.

A chuckle escapes my lips, “nope.”

“Well then,” he clears his throat and steps closer to where I sit, “do you mind remembering the page you are on?” I see the way his Adams Apple bobs as his swallows down his stress. I never truly understood why he felt so scared or uncomfortable with gaining my attention. But I admire his consistency even if I do wish sometimes he would just give in to his desires and whisk me away without a question.

“May I ask why, Seonghwa?” I put emphasis on his name as I memorize my page number and close the book. Without missing a beat I hear a slight laugh blow through his nostrils as I haphazardly toss my book into my windowsill and turn my body to face him more. 

His hand reaches out in request for mine, “I would like to show you something.” The smile on his face never fails to make my heart stutter, he has one of those dazzling smiles that anyone would give their all to see again. Or just leave them wishing they could have the beautiful image painted in their mind just for them to see.

“Oh alright then.” I take his slightly larger hand in mine and let him pull me from my seat. He places my hand in the crook of his elbow as he leads me out of the room and to this mysterious place I can’t wait to see.

“What were you reading?” He questions breaking the silence and creating a comforting atmosphere, well more so adding to it as I have never found myself even slightly on edge in his presence. Over the years we have grown close, maybe it was because we saw each other often through our parents meeting or maybe just because for some reason we are just puzzle pieces who only fit comfortably with one another.

When our parents sat us down and told us we would be taking over the residence we both smiled to each other and silently agreed to celebrate later alone. This was before we found out about the others, but even then we still celebrated in the moonlight with our favorite wine. “ A beautiful romantic scene.”

“Will you tell me about it?” He smiles down at my encouraging me to tell him about the scene he so wishes he didn’t drag me away from but couldn’t wait much longer.

“Well, a charming prince took his beautiful princess to the gardens in the middle of light rain to dance… and then you showed up” I smile back up at him to show him that I didn’t mind and simply enjoy his presence no matter the time.

He slightly squeezes my hand against his arm, “I’m sorry to interrupt.”

A soft giggle escapes me and causes me to cover my mouth before responding, “I like your interruptions.”

“Is that so?” His smile grows more and we make our way out of the long hallways and into the larger rooms of the main area.

“Mmhmm.” I hum, “you always take me somewhere nice.” It’s common that he would whisk me away to a nighttime stroll through our garden, or even through our many halls just to let us get time alone and enjoy each other's presence. But other times he would take me out for a horseback ride and we would find ourselves in a beautiful landscape that would make me gasp and him laugh. I would spin around and dramatically fall into the grass laughing while he would slowly walk over and look down at me as if I hung the stars. He believes it to. Especially when we stargaze at night, he swears I placed each star just for him to look at, and I wish I did but I would do it so much better.

“Are there any interruptions you don’t like?” He asks.

“Wooyoung, Yunho, and Jongho sometimes.” I admit chuckling as he gasps when I say Yunho’s name. “Let me explain. Wooyoung always takes my books away when I’m at the best part then reads them himself, Jongho just sits there silently and stares I usually don’t mind but sometimes I can only feel his eyes and I can’t focus, and Yunho. Well, he makes the silliest jokes at the worst times. I will be reading a really intense or sad moment and all of the sudden he’s making a joke about one of our cats falling earlier in the day.” 

“And yet you never tell us to go away.” He shakes his head and pulls me towards our massive ballroom leaving a confused look on my face. 

“I could never… the ballroom?” I ask now pulling away from his arm and spinning a round the open space that has recently been cleaned. I can see decorations around the room along with the placement of large tables specifically for the food and drinks to come.

“We have the ball tomorrow.” He reminds following me around the large space elegantly.

“Ah right, tomorrow. I almost forgot.” 

“You forgot. Do you have a dress?” He corrects, and asks me a question he knows the answer to. Seonghwa is always prepared, possibly even weeks in advance. Sometimes I worry if he even spends time just to himself and not worrying about what’s to come and how to help all of us to prepare.

I laugh at his question, “I know you have made me one already.” More often than not he spends most of his time creating clothes for us, but he enjoys making me dresses the most. I remember him saying that creating dresses gives him more room for creativity than a simple suit for the guys. And I can’t help but agree and have zero rebuttal.

“You know me well.” He pulls me to him softly be the arm and smiles down at me. I swear his smile if enough for me to die happy but I would be doing an injustice to all the other guys in this estate. All of them hold a piece of my heart whether they like it or not. 

“Always,” I whisper patting his chest before looking around the room and smiling to myself. “It’s beautiful in here.”

I see him shake his head slightly in the corner of my eye. “You light up the room more than you know.”

“Oh really?” A blush finds its way creeping up my face and I turn away from him pretending to look around the room again. I don’t know why but suddenly I feel nervous under his gaze. Maybe it’s the intimate moment we are sharing, but we have shared many before. So many that compliments are normal conversation topics for us, and even though I get flustered never once has my blush made me want to turn away.

“Yes.” He places a finger under my chin and turns me to look at him once again while giving me a small smile with a smirk mixed in. He clears his throat, “do you have someone accompanying you?”

“All of you usually accompany me throughout the night, you know, I never have just one.” I state smiling at the memory of what they all tend to do throughout the night of a ball. Hongjoong accompanies me during the toast and first dance. Yunho makes me laugh when I grow bored. Yeosang and I whisper amongst ourselves about the music. San helps me relax when I feel there are too many people. Mingi steals me for a dance when he feels I haven’t danced enough. Wooyoung tugs me to the balcony at just the right time to get fresh air and chat. And Jongho takes me to my room when he notices my fourth yawn. Finally, Seonghwa makes me feel like I belong yet stand out all at the same time.

“Would you mind if I whisked you away for a dance this time?” He asks knowing he rarely gets a chance to dance with me thanks to the others. And for some reason he now feels the need to do so, but I can’t help but think how cute his invitation is.

I smile and tuck a piece of hair behind his ear and whisper, “I would never mind, Seonghwa.”

He leans his head down to connect with me and close his eyes letting out a sigh of relief, “good.” 

In the moment I can’t help but think how perfect it would be to just give in to temptation. “How about a dance now?” I ask pulling away to look into his eyes that always remind me how pure he really is.

“There’s no music?” His eyebrows furrow causing me to let out a small laugh and shrug.

“We don’t need music.” I pull him into position and start a simple dance enjoying the moment of peace and serenity with the one person who gives me that feeling just with his presence. He leads me into the dance and we hold eye contact the whole time, fully embracing a moment we claim as ours.

“Is this like your book?” He questions with a little smile on his face.

“No this is our own moment not written on pages but in history. Everything that is done is history whether it was written down or not.” I explain fully believing my words and hoping he understands what I mean. I want us to make history together, our own history that maybe no one else will ever hear but it doesn’t matter to us.

His teeth shine through his smile, “you have a way with words.”

“Well I do read and write often.” I jest smirking at his smile. Our relationship will forever amaze me at how we can be serious yet challenging to each other in a joking way no matter the situation. Whether it’s alone in the middle of the night or in the dining hall with the others watching our interactions. Of course one would insert themselves and steal our thunder but we wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I could listen to you speak all day.” He admits leaning our heads together once again letting his vulnerable side show in this moment. He has shown it many times with me and every time I can’t help but do my best to memorize every single moment even if it’s only fleeting.

“My voice would grow hoarse.”

“And yet I would still listen and when you can’t speak I will still be near.” He replies swiftly throwing me for a loop, it usually takes him a moment to think of what to say and now he knew exactly how to respond. With words that left me stumped and flustered more than normal.

I pull away and look into his eyes with a furrow in my brows, “now it is you who has a way with words.”

He laughs at my response and continues our dance. There is nothing but our breath and footsteps creating the music around us. Music would do nothing but pull us away from our own thoughts that run wild in the intimate moment that I can’t quite understand is doing to my emotions. “Would you like to see your dress?”

“No,” I reply simply.

“Why not?” His brows furrow as his spins me around in front of him.

“I know it is beautiful because it is you who made it.” My words catch him off guard and I can only tell by the way he only slightly loses his footing. 

He again clears his throat before regaining his footing and meeting my eyes. “Why do you think that?”

I send a smile his way and grip onto him a little tighter hoping he can feel my emotions through my touch. The emotions I can’t quite understand fully myself. “I always follow you because I know that whatever you see fit for my eyes to lay upon must be beautiful in your eyes and I wish to appreciate all the things you find worthy.”

“Yourself?” He asks quickly looking into my eyes more seriously and pulling me slightly closer.

My head tilts slightly to the side quickly, “what about myself?”

Our movements slow as the dance reaches its end. “I find you beautiful.”

The blush I had just cleared my face of rises once again and I can’t help but lean into his chest to hide away. He chuckles at my response and rubs my back to soothe any embarrassment I might be feeling. “And I appreciate myself maybe not as much as I appreciate you and the others but enough.”

“Appreciate is not the word I would use.” Our dance ends and we just hold each other close as we finish our conversation.

“What word would you use then?” I ask and start to pull myself away but he refuses to let me go pulling me in closer.

“Admire, adore, treasure, the list goes on.” He admits.

“Then I do ado-“

“Ah there you are! I have been looking for you!”

[stopaskinf]

Nostalgia

Things BTS Boys Remind me of:

Summary: ^ top explains it’s all.

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 0.8K

CW: Mentions of drinking and of being parents (reader is gender neutral), like one sentence mentioning injury in Jungkook’s

AN: I might make this a series cause I have a lot of thoughts. Enjoy 🫡

Jin:

Going on vacation:

Exploring somewhere unfamiliar, feeling the heat blaze down on you as you explore the local areas. Neither of you speaks the language well, but the friendliness shown through native people’s actions are enough to make you feel at ease. Going back to your hotel and drinking pina coladas in your bathing suits. Looking on at the parents and their kids play in the cerulean water. The image starts up conversations of your future together. Eventually, the sun vanishes and you both return to your hotel rooms to prepare for the resort party later.

Yoongi:

Fall:

Sitting outside the steps of your new home while he takes up the leaves that piled up the previous night. It’s too warm for a sweater, but the wind is too strong for you not to insist he wears a scarf. His hair is a jumbled mess, so he wears the old beanie you gave him. Besides, those kids down the block don’t need any more reasons to make fun of him. Said kids catch a glimpse of the mountainous piles he’s made and take the jump. He exasperatedly scolds them while they whine and you snicker.

Hobi:

Summer nights:

It’s too hot to sleep, so you both decided to get some ice cream and enjoy the night. The absence of the sun makes the heat bearable. You two pull up a couple of chairs from storage to sit outside. He decides the sound of screaming kids and parents talking to each other while crickets chirp a homely beat isn’t enough stimulation, so he grabs his phones and starts up his playlist. He slurps his Spider-Man ice cream as he sits next to you in his baggy shorts and slides while the fireflies buzz around you two. You suggest that you should catch a couple and keep them in a jar. Something to do with luck you say. He gives his signature cackles and agrees, but only after he’s finished his ice cream.

Namjoon:

Laying on a hammock while reading:

Spring makes for the perfect scenery. He wakes up that morning feeling refreshed, but lowkey. He grabs himself the book you bought for him recently. He heard you run on about how much you thought he would love it. Something about it exploring the philosophy of how we live our lives. How ego and capitalist greed overshadow our virtues. He steps outside the house, barefoot.You would have nagged him about it had you been awake. However, the decently sized hammock was strung up less than a couple feet away. Besides, the feeling of grass, dandelions, and the warm concrete felt nice. It comforted and grounded him. As he does with most things, he boorish throws himself onto the hammock and starts the first page. The sun blazes down on him, however its effect is lessened by the shade of the trees nearby. He’s sure you’re soon to follow him when you awake. Still, he’s more than happy to wait for you. As he always does.

Jimin:

Afternoon naps:

Nothing eases the soul better than rest. Especially after the tumultuous time you’ve both had. The soft thud the bed makes as you both hit it. The cozy feeling that settles as you nuzzle into it. Even in outside clothes, the homeliness and security still wash over. The guilt free feeling of closing your eyes slowly and falling. Of knowing that even if the time together is short, it’s wonderful.

V:

Chasing after the ice cream truck:

The chaos of clambering limbs as you both rush inside the house. You have to find the money before he leaves. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity! The signature music blares outside while children line up to the truck. The hurries rushes of “Go, go, go, go” that sours you both to fly down the steps. You probably dropped some change in your haste, but that’s a different issue. The contrast of sweat that begins to pool on yours and his submitted skin to the boxy, crescent eye smiles you both share as you finally get to the truck. Victory tastes so sweet.

Jungkook:

Playing as kids:

Roughhousing is a natural part of childhood. Ideally, your parents would have preferred if you never fought, ruined your clothes, or threw mud. However, the freeness that you two felt whenever you wrestled after the rain settled down in the afternoon? The feeling of picking up bugs and pebbles to ambush the other while they were off guard? Nothing compares to that.Expect, maybe the smaller, sweeter moments. Crying after scrapping your knee, so to comfort you, he gives you the popsicle he got from his mom. Your obsession with special rocks that he always remembers when he finds one on his way to your house. The picture worthy shot your moms got of you two laying on the floor in your pjs cuddling after failing to stay awake past your bedtimes. Nothing compares to the simple bliss of that.

[awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands]

Hiii could you do a Vince Neil from Mötley Crüe x a male stripper Reader? And like they meet at a strip club where the reader is performing and he’s the only male stripper there and catches Vince’s attention?

A/N: Helloooo, so sorry for the late replay but between university and internet problems it took a bit. But still thank you so much for thr request I had so much fun writing it, I hope you'll enjoy it as well <3 Also yes, I named a character after a wrestler BUT IT JUST MAKES SENSE OKAY?!

Warnings: sensual moments

One of Vince’s favorite things to do when visiting a new city was to check out the strip clubs. It was even better when he was alone,because as much as he loved the Terror Twins, they weren't always the best company.Sometimes he just wanted to get a drink or two or four and enjoy some nice ladies showing off their goodies, without having to worry about Nikki lighting Tommy's hair on fire. 

The swinging bat was a strange name for a strip club but it was not like Vince was going to judge a book by its cover: as long as he had excellent service and alcohol it was fine by him.

The loud music hit him as soon as he got inside. The club wasn't the biggest he had ever seen but it could defend itself, the interiors were black and red but the lights hit them in such a way that the blond felt part of a movie. It was a shame they already shot the “Girls Girls Girls” music video at the Seventh Veil because this one would have been perfect. 

“Please give it up for Destiny!” The speaker said, making Vince’s head immediately turn towards the stage. 

Destiny was a nice blonde with a red bikini who showed off all her curves. Vince immediately felt his eyes following her movements but he didn't get close, enjoying the show from far. She seemed to have already a group of faithful clients who were launching their money on stage and the singer was more than happy to start slow. 

He wasn't shy. He just didn't want to waste his money immediately, making him seem like an easy target. However this didn't mean his body wasn't starting to get hot and his lips turned into a smirk once Destiny decided to do a split to end her dance. 

The line at the bar wasn't incredibly long which the singer was grateful for. He ordered some Jack Daniels while the second girl started to approach the stage.

“Omg, are you Vince Neil?” A voice screamed, thankfully coved to anyone else by the loud music.

Vince turned his gaze to find a redhead girl in a leather jacket and shorts staring at him, with her head tilted as she waited for him to talk. His eyes immediately wandered up and down her body and he took a sip of his drink. Certainly he imagined his night to go differently, but who was he to complain? Work smarter and not harder, if the girl came to him it meant he had to take advantage of the opportunity.

“Yes. If you want an autograph, unfortunately I don’t have a pen. Unless you do.” He leaned in closer.

“A drink is just fine, I have an employee discount anyway.” She giggled.

“You work here? Shit, did I miss you?” Vince scratched his neck while passing a hand through his hair.

The redhead brushed her hand over his shoulder quickly, almost as she wanted to comfort him. It was so quick that someone could barely notice it but he most certainly felt it. 

“It's okay, it’s my day off.”

“I’m glad. I would have hated missing you. But if I have to offer you a drink, at least I should know your name.” Vince said with a charming smile.

“Felicia” The woman said, putting a piece of hair behind her ear.

“Felicia, is that a stage name? 

“Maybe… who knows.” She replied with a smile. Her eyes went to the stage for a moment then back to Vince. 

Vince’s arms bumped with her, while he gestured to get the bartender's attention. 

“Another Jack and Cola and for her….”

“Tequila, thanks” She added while the singer handed a bill to the bartender.

Vince finished his previous drink and immediately went for the second one as soon as it arrived. The singer didn’t say another word but his eyes were definitely doing all the talking. He made sure Felicia would catch him  doing a double take of her and then quickly drawing his attention to the stage nonchalantly.

The girl went along: she would catch his eyes, looking down, and then back up from under her lashes while sucking her drink through a straw. Vince knew he had probably been the first to give up so that she could feel important and wanted, but was curious to see how much their staring game was going to last.

“So are you on tour? Or just enjoying your break?” Felicia broke the silence first. 

Vince couldn't help but smile in victory.

“I’m gonna leave in a couple of days for Dallas. Life on the road, you know? Gotta take every opportunity to enjoy the finer things in life… like you.”

 “You gotta do better than that! The clients are usually more original!” She playfully nudges his arm as she giggles.

“But are any of your clients the frontman of the hottest rock band around?” Vince placed his hand on her knee, just for a second.

“Touché. I’ve never performed in front of a famous star.” Felicia said, finishing her drink.

 “Maybe you can show me around the town and I can come see you here,tomorrow.”

Whatever answer the redhead was about to give, it got drowned by the loud voice of the speaker.

“Ladies and gentlemen give it up for Goldust.”

The unusual name made Vince’s head turn. He had never heard a woman choosing a stage name so unique and there was a reason for that: the stripper who came out wasn’t a woman. It was a man.

A guy with blonde hair, very similar to Vince’s but longer, a golden robe and matching heels that would make Vince’s band mate Nikki blush. For some reason the singer couldn’t take his eyes off him, attracted like a magnet by the intriguing figure.

“Is that a man?” He asked Felicia, gulping his drink down.

“Oh, Goldie. He is a new acquisition. A true hit with the girls and the gays, the boss doesn’t discriminate. Money is money.” Her tone seemed a bit annoyed but Vince didn’t care, his gaze was still fixed on the man who still wore his robe.

“So, what about we get out of here and I show you a nice club down the road?” Felicia ran a knuckle down his forearm, in order to get his attention.

Vince bit his lip. A part of him was begging him to stay and watch Goldust, especially since he had never seen a male stripper, however another part knew that the risk of losing the night’s score wasn’t worth it. It wasn’t like he could have taken Goldie to his hotel room, meanwhile Felicia was head over heels for him and he would have received a free dance the next day.

Goldust finally took his robe off to show a predictable golden slip and body glitter all over his chest. His fishnet tights were more visible now and contributed to give a splash of rock to the full glam look. God, was this what people thought Vince looked like? No wonder this man was so fucking hot, he reminded Vince of himself so much.

What he had seen was enough to convince him to make a choice. And like many times in Vince’s life, he didn’t make a decision with his brain but instead with his instinct ( and possibly his dick too). So he stood up, completely disregarding Felicia, and walked towards the stage.

A conspicuous group of people started to leave for the bar but Vince kept going as if he was in a trance-like state. The music, the smell of beer, tha chatter of the guys all seem to blend in muffled noises. He had a goal and he wasn’t going to stop. However he didn’t realize how empty it got around the stage until he found himself standing directly in front of Goldust.

Oh fuck. Why did his legs look so attractive?

Vince started to feel hot which he blamed on the temperature. He had never been embarrassed to sit in the first row before, actually it always made his chest puff with pride knowing that he was  the privileged one, the cool rockstar who could have all the girls and made them fall at his feet. But there was something about the blond guy that made his brain short circuit.

Goldust started to thrust his hips with such fluidity that the singer was impressed. The pole was positioned right behind him however the stripper seemed to enjoy teasing the crowd by brushing it. Goldie knew the power he held and Vince was feeling the full effects of it.

When finally the blonde dancer decided to hop on the pole, making his gold boots shine against the metal, Vince’s eyes bugged. It was something so different from what he was used to yet totally inebriating. Goldust's body went up and down, occasionally rolling on the floor with precise movements.

“Woahhhh” A guy’s voice squealed. 

“I can feel you buddy” Vince wanted to say but instead he stayed silent.

The stripper fed on the attention and span faster while his long hair fell messily around his face. Fuck, that made him only sexier. Vince had to pass a hand in his hair since he was suffocating due the heat and sweat forming on his forehead, even if in this way he missed Goldie getting off the stage and through the crowd.

“Nice to see you, Greg” He heard someone say before a flash of blond hair brushed next to him.

“Fuck, he’s here. Notice me, please.”

The stripper's eyes locked with his for a second and Vince’s heart started beating faster but he tried to hide it by showing his usual smirk. There was no way the other man could resist the rockstar’s winning weapon of seduction. Goldust held eye contact almost as a challenge but he never arrived, instead he waved to a guy on the opposite side.

“I need to work harder” The thought flashed in his mind and he patted his pockets. If his pretty face didn’t work then a tip would do the trick.

When the stripper came back to his side, Vince was too slow to stop him but he was repaid by the guy’s hand brushing against his knee. What a fucking tease, the singer’s blood went all to one place and it was hard to focus on not having an accident. He wasn’t a 14 years boy who just learned what sex is, for fuck sake.

“Hey blondie, I got a little tip for you if you come here.” Vince mastered the courage to yell, while several of the people next to him turned their heads. 

Goldust’s body did a 180 and his eyes lit up, he marched to Vince and tilted his back in surprise. The singer held a twenty dollar bill above his head and stared the other man down, his heart once again beating against his ribcage.

“You play hard to get, uh?” Vince scoffed.

“My attention has a price. That’s why we have the privé section.” The stripper shot back nonchalantly.

“And how do I know you’re worth the privè’s cost?”

Before Vince could register it Goldie sat on his lap, earning a few whistles from the crowd. His crotch moved closer to the singer’s while his arms went around Vince’s neck. He forgot when it was the last time he felt so needy with someone, usually he would expect the girls to jump on him but in this case he felt like the first time in a strip club all over.

“Thank you for the 20, sweetie.” Goldust whispered in his face before snatching the bill from Vince’s hand, putting it in his slip and getting back on stage.

The last few minutes of the exhibition were a blur for the Motley Crue singer, his mind still focused on the way Goldust’s hand felt against his body. But it wasn’t only that. He was livid at how easily he was wrapped around the other man’s fingers, how pathetically he tried to keep control only to melt once he felt the weight on his lap.

What was happening? He was Vince Neil, he was the one using girls like toys and not the other way around! He always criticized those guys who would get scammed by strippers spilling money out of them, yet he turned into one just for an ounce of attention from a guy he didn’t even know.

“Alright, five minute break and then get ready for our wonderful Kitty.” The speaker’s voice grounded Vince back to reality.

My attention has a price. That’s why we have the privé section.

The sentence kept swarming in his head as he made his way towards the bartender. It was probably stupid what he was about to do but since when has any Motley Crue member done something smart?

“A gin and tonic and how much for a private event with Goldust?” He asked.

“Ten dollars for the drink, 50 for the meeting. Show this to the bouncer and he’ll tell you anything.” He said, handing first a ticket and then the drink. 

Vince paid and headed towards the red curtains of the private section, where soon a tall man dressed in black stopped him.

“Do you have a ticket?”

“Here.” 

“Third door on the left. The dancer will tell you his rules, don’t make me come to enforce them.” The bouncer threatened while Vince raised his hands in surrender.

The room was definitely soundproof since it reminded the singer of many of the recording studios he worked at. It wasn’t unusual for a club but it also showed how fancy the establishment was, since in the center of the room there were two red chairs and an equally red curtain which seemed to cover another section.

He sat down, taking a deep breath and started to tap his fingers on his thigh. Now there wasn't much to do but wait.

—

Realistically no more than ten minutes were passed yet Vince started to feel like he was going insane. His leg kept bouncing and his hands ran up and down his leather pants in the faint hope of drying them.

Goldust wasn’t going to leave him there, was he? The singer had no idea how he would react with rejection because he never had to worry about it. A flirty smile, a cheesy pickup line, a heartfelt compliment or some goody money usually always work the trick. Then why did he start to bite his fingernails? 

The door cracked open and the singer immediately fixed his hair, making sure his face looked as laid back as possible.

“Sorry sugar, I got caught up in something but I’m here.”

Goldust was wearing a white crop top and some daisy dukes instead of his stage gear, which Vince didn’t mind because he managed to look even hotter somehow. He stayed silent for a second just to admire him.

“Making a client wait isn’t exactly a hot move.” He looked the other man in the eyes but quickly regretted it when he saw the challenge in Goldust’s eyes.

“You’re a rockstar… Kiss, right? Oh no wait, maybe Bon Jovi.” The stripper changed the subject.

“Fuck you.” Vince’s face heated up. He could handle some teasing but being called Bon Jovi was too much.

“No wait, Vince Neil? I couldn’t recognize you without all that makeup!”

Usually the singer would have punched whoever dared to insult him but Goldust’s sarcastic tone only made his voice hotter. He was joking but still he recognized him which was something Vince could use at his own advantage.

“I know. I look hot with and without it.”

“Sure you do, sweet cheeks. So what brings you here? I never knew you liked guys.”

Neither did Vince or at least he thought it was a phase that ended in highschool when he let a guy, who had mistaken him for a girl, kiss him in a club.  If he focused enough he could still remember the taste of beer on the man’s lips, the strong cologne he was wearing and the strong arms who held him close.

“Sorry to break it to you but I’m a guy” Vince told him, once the kiss was broken off.

“Don’t worry. I swing both ways.” It was the man’s reply.

It was the first time Vince heard of the possibility of liking guys and girls. He took in the information and then shoved it in the back of his mind, thinking he could ignore it as long as possible. It did work but occasionally a guy would catch his attention, even if he never acted on it.

“Curiosity, I guess.” The singer’s eyes traveled all around the room in the attempt to not look like a scared puppy. “ I’ve never seen a male stripper before.”

Goldust’s face softened for a second. His mouth curved in a small smile and he tilted his head in curiosity which only made Vince feel like he was sinking in his seat due shame. He just exposed himself as a rookie instead of the playboy he usually was, serving to the other man the perfect opportunity to treat him like a toy. Which didn’t exactly bother him as much as he thought but still it was irritating enough to make his head fuming.

“I have to go over the rules, it’s standard. Number 1: no biting or scratching or anything too violent. I work with this pretty face and body so I can’t look like I got robbed. Got it?” Goldust’s tone was firm so Vince promptly nodded.

“Number 2: Nothing too messy so no piss or wax. Unfortunately if I mess up this room I’ll have to pay a cleaning fee and I don’t intend to.” The stripper looked at him again and Vince couldn’t help but move his head in agreement again, like a good soldier.

“And lastly: if you want to do anything that involves touching your dick, we are using a condom. Break any of these three rules and I'll have to call the bouncer. Understood?”

“Yes.” The singer's voice was barely a whisper. 

Any joke, any rebuttal or remark was whipped from his head by Goldie’s authoritative tone. He hated how easily he could paralyze him, he bit his lips in the desperate attempt to find something to say but instead he was left with silence and millions of doubts floating in his head.

“So, what do you want me to do?”

Oh God, probably everything. Or nothing. Or both. 

If some neurons were left in Vince’s brain by any chance, they were definitely burned after such a question. The whole butterflies in his stomach and rising heat in his body were getting ridiculous now, after all he was just a guy. An incredible, sexy, intimidating guy who Vince paid to be his for an hour. He was in control, even if the other person was a man.

“A lap dance,I want to feel you close like before.”

Goldust chuckled and disappeared behind the curtains and after a couple of seconds a very generic music started softly playing in the room. It wasn’t exactly the best but he put him in the mood which was enough.

“Sorry, we don’t have Crue songs. Maybe next time you can bring me a CD.” Goldie came back with a feathered boa which made Vince’s eyebrow arching. 

The stripper ignored him and simply started dancing all around Vince’s chair. Just like before he loved to tease him: touching him with the boa, letting his fingertips touch his hair, bending down behind the chair only to quickly get up when Vince’s gaze turned. He made sure the singer got a taste of him but never quite enough, railing him up even more.

“Fuck, you’re terrible.” Vince groaned which earned a laugh from Goldust.

The performer seemed to have pity on him and finally decided to sit on Vince’s lap. They stared at each other for a moment, both of their cheeks red but for different reasons, before Goldie started to thrust on his leg. The singer’s eyes got bigger and his breath hitched but he didn’t dare to touch the other man even if his hands were begging to. 

He just had no idea where to start.

“Do you want me to undress? Or should I do it?”

Instead of answering, Vince’s fingers automatically went to the hems of Goldust’s crop top and pulled it over his head only to discard it on the floor once he was done. His gaze indulged on the other man’s torso, which prompted Goldust to grab his wrist and run Vince’s hands over his side.

“God I love your siren tattoo.” He traced it carefully, sending a shiver of pleasure down the singer’s spine.

“Do you have any tattoos?” Vince wanted to facepalm himself but any of his cerebral functions were probably clouded by the sensation over his forearm.

“Two little wings, right above my panty line.”

Seizing the opportunity Vince slowly unzipped the daisy dukes, watching Goldie’s face shift in relief. Two inked wings popped up against the golden slip, simple yet beautiful. Fuck, he was really a fallen angel ready to join him in sin. This time it was Vince who traced the tattoo which only made the stripper thrust against him quicker.

“I love when people touch it, ugh. I put it there for a reason!” He enthusiastically said and stared his client in the eyes, waiting for the next prompt.

The singer’s mind went back to his first kiss with a guy. He felt the same longing sensation, the same knot in his stomach that desperately needed to be sorted. His mouth was dry, his face was on fire and he needed to drown his doubts.

So he got his face closer and crashed his lips on Goldust’s.

Without any hesitation the Goldie moved his hands into Vince’s hair, his mouth moved with as much ferocity as he received but the singer didn’t seem to back down and instead deepened the kiss. The more their lips moved, the more they felt the need to get even closer by touching the other’s body parts: hands running on arms, thighs and cheeks, quickly but never violently. It was just a desperate attempt to feed an insatiable beast.

When his lungs felt like fire and the air hunger became too much Vince broke the kiss. The sound of discontent that left Goldust’s mouth made him regret it, but the singer didn’t think he had anymore in him at the moment. The stripper seemed to notice because he started to rub circles on Vince’s arm, waiting for his next instructions.

“Are hickeys okay?” Vince asked.

“Usually I’d say no but I’ll make an exception for you. Just not too big or Cindy will kill me for finishing her concealer”.

The singer’s mouth approached Goldie's neck, his fear completely disappearing the moment he felt the skin under his lips.  He tasted like body mist and hairspray, somewhat familiar to what Vince was used to over the years as a Motley Crue member. Just like the kiss the more he tried to satisfy the urge and the more it grew, leaving his head just spinning uncontrollably. 

“Mhhh” A moan escaped from the other man’s mouth and Vince’s whole world stopped. His ears started to ring but he didn’t care and instead focused all his attention into his job, while his face started to turn red whenever he could feel Goldust’s vocal cords moving. He was so close to losing control and just deepened the kiss even more, but the giant waiting to beat him at the door was a good reminder to not push his boundaries.

“Maybe we should stop… before ya know…” Vince snapped back into his body and slowly backed away from the neck. He didn’t realize how much he was lacking oxygen  until he found himself taking a huge breath.

“Awww” Goldie complained but didn’t protest.

The singer admired the red mark on the other man’s neck, the sign of his presence and property. All the shyness seemed to dissolve into the small smirk forming on his lips, this was the proof he still got it yet he didn't feel complete. 

“Can you…” He vaguely gestured at Goldust’s collarbone. “ Can you return the favor?”

Goldust’s face turned into a triumphant smile and Vince knew he was enjoying this so much.He was basking every single moment in which the singer was destroying his rockstar facade to turn into a needy bitch. It pained him to pronounce those words but Vince was too desperate to care, and he could always count on booze to turn this night into his usual routine.

“Sure.” Goldie filled the awkward silence and adjusted himself comfortably to reach the other man’s neck. 

Goldust’s lips lingered over the skin, sending little shock waves through Vince’s entire body as anticipation was eating him alive. He closed his eyes just for a second but he quickly realized it was a mistake, the desire to see the strippers’ face working on his neck was spreading quickly, so he snapped them open. 

When finally he felt Goldie’s lips on his skin, he squeezed the other man’s thigh to fight the urge to scream. Everything was perfect… until the next song came on and it sounded awfully similar to a bell. Suddenly the spell was broken and Goldust’s mouth left him before they could even start.

“It looks like our hour is over.” The stripper said but his lips only slightly curved into a smile. 

Vince’s blood froze into his vein and he had to physically restrain himself from wrapping his arms around Goldust. Since when he was so clingy towards a stripper?

He’s different though and you know it.

Of course he knew it and he also hated himself for that. He hated his brain for bringing up old feelings about guys who could only complicate his fucked up life more but he despited even more the childish butterflies in his stomach when he thought back to what have just happened. 

“You should probably go.” Goldust whispered with a sigh. 

“Do you want to see each other again?” Vince didn’t even realize the words exited his mouth until his brain processed them a couple of seconds after. 

His whole face whitened as Goldust’s eyes just bugged out. He just ruined everything, probably flushed the possibility of becoming a regular down the toilet because how could they even look each other in the eyes after this? Vince wasn’t even sure he could have gotten out of there without banging his head against the wall. 

“Like on a date?” Goldie’s tone never sounded so uncertain which only made Vince’s heart beat faster.

“Yeah. Or it doesn’t have to be. We can just hang out, maybe grab a coffee tomorrow morning?” The singer played with his rings.

“Okay. Let’s meet up here at 10 am.” 

“Yeah, great… cool.” Vince nervously laughed.

Goldust smiled genuinely for the first time then he leaned closer and kissed Vince’s cheek.

“Now get the fuck out before the bodyguard kicks your ass” He said, pushing Vince towards the exit.

When the door closed behind him, his knees almost buckled and his head kept spinning. He felt so stupid yet so free. He was fucking screwed but he was going to make sure to enjoy every moment of it.

[ijwrite]

Female mothfolk x Female reader

Designer lamps, salt lamps, standing lamps, chandeliers, you name it. You had it all. A nifty little shop on the corner of a bustling city, your little space of peace. Customers came in a steady supply, everyone needed a lamp once in a while, and you were content with your calm life in the middle of the busy city.

You were spending a rainy day at your shop, sitting down with a nice hot beverage and a book, expecting a very slow day, when the chime rang, signaling a customer. It was a person covered head to toe, long coat, hat, gloves, sunglasses and a scarf obscuring their identity. You wondered shortly if you were about to get robbed, but the figure began nervously fidgeting around one of your himalayan salt lamps, before grabbing one of them and marching over to the counter. They put it down quietly and pulled out their credit card. You rang them up with a smile and wished them a good day as they rushed their way out into the streets.

Now, it was a fairly cold day, so you didn't think too much about the mystery person for a month. Until they appeared again.

Once again it was raining as they came into the deserted store, nervously looking around as they fiddled with their fingers. This time they chose a globe with a light inside. It wasn't normally what you would carry, but you found them neat as you were ordering your stock for the month, and now you were happy that you did. The person was still silent as they paid for their lamp and left. You once again wished them a good day and went about your own.

The third time it was raining again, but there was another customer in your shop. The mystery person just managed to close the door before freezing as they saw someone else at the counter. It was just a sweet elderly lady who had to have a cable replaced on her old reading lamp.

The person went through your shop quickly, always peeking at the lady who was still talking about what happened to her lamp as you finished the simple repair.

"-So I was very confused when I heard foofy give a yip and so I of course went to check on him, and I swear, I have not laughed that hard in ages, all his fur were standing straight into the air. Turns out he had chewed on the cable, and I simply can't go to sleep without reading before bed, so I had to come out in this dreadful weather-" she rambled on and you smiled at her story. It wasn't the first time someone had a pet bite an electrical cord, fortunately no animal had ever gotten more than a scare. Well except that one dwarf hamster, but they die if you sneeze in their general direction.

You gently handed the repaired lamp back to its owner and she thanked you graciously, paid and left.

The mysterious person saw their chance to get out of the shop and hurried over to the counter with a box of fairy lights. You rang them up, wished them a good day, and once again they left without a word.

This became a regular occurance during the spring, they visisted around once a month, bought a light and left silently.

It was soon summer, and a hot one at that. The mysterious stranger hadn't been around since it became warm, which kinda made sense. You don't know why this person were so insistent on staying anonymous, but you were never one to pry. You were sitting in your usual spot behind the counter, a pitcher with ice cold water beside you and the ceiling fan on max, when you saw the stranger once again. You were quite surprised that they were still wearing the same outfit they used during spring, which would be unbearable in the heat of summer. It looked to affect them too, they staggered slightly when they walked and kept tugging on the collar of their coat. You were slightly worried for them, they didn't seem to be doing so great. They leaned on one of the shelves before their knees buckled under them and they fell to the floor. You jumped out of your chair and hurried over to them. They must be having some kind of heat stroke. You heaved the surprisingly light person to your chair behind the counter and sat them down.

"I am going to take off your outer clothes okay? I am trying to help you" You tried to calm them as you took off their hat and scarf. What greeted you were antennae and a short buzz of white fluff, going all the way down from their head, to under their shirt. You also pulled off the heavy raincoat and gloves, before filling a glass with cold water. You put the glass in their hand, still keeping yours on it, and helped them lift it to their mouth. They drank greedily until it was empty. You turned around to fill the glass again, and as you did so, you heard a slight flapping. You turned around and promptly covered your eyes. The person- woman had taken off her long sleeved shirt and were now sitting in only her bra as her wings were flapping slightly.

"Uh... Ma'am? I think you should go I to the back before someone else enters" You squeaked out, apparently waking her up from her daze.

"Yeah... Okay" The sweetest voice you ever heard in your life answered you. You took your hands away from your eyes, though you still keot your gaze at the floor, and offered her your arm. She groaned as she stood up.

"Urgh... I feel sick" She sounded miserable. You opened the door to the back and led her in.

"Yeah, heat can do that to you. You can cool down back here and I'll go get you some more water. If you need to throw up, I have a trashcan by the door" You sat her down on one of the boxes and went back out into the shop. A customer has entered while you were occupied with the woman, so you quickly told the person that you would be back soon, before hurrying the pitcher of water out to the woman. She grabbed the pitcher and started gulping water like there was no tomorrow. Satisfied that she seemed to be slightly better, you tended to the customer. As soon as the transaction was over, you grabbed the discarded clothes and went to check on the woman in the back. She was holding the empty pitcher close to her as she was looking around. She had taken off her sunglasses, and you could now see her large pitch black eyes. Paired with the wings and the fluff she had on her whole body, you quickly determined her to be a mothfolk. She looked back at you, before quickly looking at the floor.

"I- I am sorry, please don't tell this to anyone" She sounded very ashamed.

"Hey, don't worry. I usually don't run around talking about how people almost fainted in my shop" You gave her the clothes you had taken from her earlier. She looked up at you and looked away again. She bit her lip.

"That's not... I know it's funny. A total stereotype for a mothgirl to frequent a lamp store. I get it. I won't come back again" She sighed and hang her head.

"Why would it be funny?" You asked quietly, not really understanding her apprehension. She curled even more into herself, hugging the pitcher as if it was a stuffed animal.

"I can't sleep without looking at a light, but I keep breaking them. This is the only place that doesn't know who I am. But I guess that is over now" She sounded as if she was close to crying. You sat down on the floor in front of her.

"I don't think it's weird. I like light too. I mean, I opened a whole ass shop about it, so I kinda understand what you mean" She looked at you.

"I don't really know the stigmas about mothfolk, but I don't mind you visiting. As long as you don't give yourself a heat stroke again" You gave her a gently smile, which she hesitantly returned. You then cleared your throat.

"Well, I will let you get dressed again. Use as much time as you need to cool down back here. There is more water in the fridge over there" You stood up and left a slightly flustered mothgirl behind.

After your first official meeting with "Clarrisa" as she told you to call her, her monthly visits continued. You learned a lot about her, how she really liked oranges, that she worked as a programmer and how she always fluttered her wings when she giggled. You had developed a friendship over the autumn, and Christmas was around the corner. You wanted to give Clarrisa a gift, though you had no idea what it should be. You had been wracking your brain trying to come up with something, but it only came to you as you were absentmindedly browsing a catalogue for new items for your store. A Bluetooth lamp, which projected a coloured night sky onto the ceiling. This would be the perfect gift, you just hoped that she would like it.

With the gift neatly wrapped and placed under your counter, you waited for Clarrisa. Christmas was a fairly busy time for your shop, and you made a good amount of money by selling Christmas lights. But all you could think about was how Clarrisa would react to your gift.

As the days passed, you became more and more anxious. Clarrisa had not been in your shop for a couple of weeks, and you started to overthink the past couple of interactions with her. Had you come off too strong? Did she not feel comfortable in your shop anymore? Had she found another lamp store?

All the questions were driving you crazy, and it only got worse the closer you got to Christmas.

At the last day your shop was open, you resigned yourself to the idea that Clarrisa wasn't coming. You were just putting on your jacket as you heard frantic knowing on the front door.

"We are closed!" You yelled over your shoulder, but the knocking persisted.

"I said- Clarrisa?" and it was indeed her standing out there, and you hurried to open the door. She was standing in the snow, no coat on and breathing heavily. You ushered her in, closing the door after her.

"What are you doing out in this weather without proper clothes? I'm starting to think you have misunderstood the idea of coats" You brushed some of the snow off her fluff.

"Well I..." She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, and you gave her time to find her words. She sighed deeply, shuddered, then looked back up at you.

"I wondered if you would like to come have hot chocolate at my place?" She asked, then looked back down at her feet.

"I mean, if you have the time, it doesn't have to be now, I just thought-" You placed you hand on her shoulder and smiled.

"I'd like that" You said softly. She smiled back.

"Though, you are borrowing one of my jackets, you must be freezing" You went into the back to get a jacket for yourself and her, sneaking her gift into your pocket.

She shook her wings free from snow and tucked them under the jacket you lent her, still looking slightly flustered. You turned off the rest of the lights and followed Clarrisa outside.

Clarrisa lived in a small and cozy flat in the outskirts of the city. It was filled with personal touches, small things that made the space feel lived in. She had a 3d printer occupying a portion of the small living room, her walls had pictures of family members and the entire place smelled like her citrus perfume. She nervously cleared a bunch of papers from the coffee table with a muttered apology and asked you to sit in her small sofa while she made the hot cocoa she had promised. You could hear her moving around the kitchen, the distinct whirring of a microwave being started before she suddenly spoke up.

"I'm sorry I haven't been to the shop this month" You turned around to face her.

"I have been working on something, but I couldn't quite get it right. I panicked today when I realised that it was the last day I could see you" She moved over to her desk and pulled out a small packet from behind her computer.

"I wanted to give you this. Merry Christmas" Her hand shook as she gave you the gift. You opened it carefully and a small 3d printed figure fell out. It was a little cat figurine.

"God, it is such a lame gift, I understand if you wanna leave now or something" She scratched the fluff on her neck nervously as you inspected the small figurine. It was very well made.

"Well, I like it. It is cute. Thank you" She looked at you surprised for a moment before giving you a bashful smile. You then plucked out the present from your pocket and gave it to her.

"Merry Christmas" She took it with a curious expression, turning it in her hands before opening it. She gasped as she saw what it was. She looked from the gift to you, and then back again. And then she launched herself at you, engulfing you in the most comfortable hug you've ever had.

"Thank you" She whispered. You hummed in confirmation. The moment was interrupted by the beeping of the microwave and she slowly let go of you, not looking you in the eye.

"I'll just uhh... Get those" She mumbled and went to fetch the mugs of cocoa.

A few minutes later you both had your steaming cups of cocoa with whipped cream on top. You quickly fell into comfortable conversation, the earlier nervousness forgotten. You both talked for so long that it had gotten very late, and it seemed that the both of you had fallen asleep on the sofa. You woke up cuddled into the softest fuzz and felt more warm and comfortable than ever before in your life. Clarrisa had her hand securely around your waist, still snoring softly into your hair. You could get used to this

[cursedvibes]

Rules: Share snippets of your work containing each of the words the previous poster selected for you. Then select four words and tag friends.

Tagged by @voxofthevoid Thanks for the tag! I had a lot of fun with this the last time as well. Really like this sort of thematic approach.

My Words: rough, sever, call, fruit

Your Words: delicate, tongue, tearing, hurt

rough Apocrita (Tsumiki & Yorozu):

A tutting sound broke past her lips. “How annoying.” It was a harsh voice, raw and rough as it croaked out the words. The sound was garbled and the intonation so foreign, that it took Tsumiki a moment to realise it had come from her vocal cords. Before she had time to grapple with that realisation, an exhilarating sensation, hot but refreshing, shot through her body. What muscles she had left tightened under that cleansing fire. It almost seemed like her skin was glowing from within with a faint blue light. Her body pushed itself up again. This time it stayed on its feet, the burning force from within giving it enough strength to press on past its natural limits. One shaky step forward. Another one. Slowly and meticulously she put one foot in front of the other and managed to cross the room without stumbling. Tsumiki quickly recognized the destination the foreign will had in mind. There was a small bathroom by the side with a sink and bathtub inside. Despite the new power, her arms sought out the edge of the sink for support and leaned forward. Her limbs were inspected once more, muscles flexed in a test. An almost imperceptible tremor ran over her skin at any moment. Maybe a sign that this supernatural strength wasn’t endless or that her body would eventually buckle under it. The heart hammering in her ribcage became more and more demanding as well, crying from overwork. “This won’t do.” Her voice again. Not quite as rough anymore, she recognized it far earlier this time, although the way the words were phrased still felt wrong.

sever Reluctant Conception (JinKen, not sure if and when I'll finish this one):

They made themselves comfortable on the double bed. Quite a simple and unassuming location for what was about to happen. Washed out light blue sheets and the mattress already felt flat and thin at places. All that in a regular bedroom. A closet in the corner, a small dresser next to it, filled with brushes, hygiene products, a wrinkled shirt and random books and notes. Nothing special. But that was how it had always been for them. The most important steps of their plan tended to happen in the most unlikely places. That’s what had gotten them to this place, they presumed. Kenjaku pulled off their tank top and briefs and threw them to the side. Now completely naked, they leaned back on their hands and stared up at the ceiling absentmindedly. It was exhilarating to think how close they were. Just a little over a decade and they had reached their goal. It was almost within their grasp. There was the Zenin with the Heavenly Restriction capable of severing even a millenia old binding vow done by Tengen, they were zeroing in on the location of the Prison Realm and the kid with Curse Manipulation was developing nicely as well. The pieces were ready, they only had to be brought in motion. Then the Tomb of the Stars would open to them and their old friend had nowhere to hide anymore. A shuffling motion could be heard from the other side of the door. The last piece. Their medium to bring Sukuna back and depending on the results, maybe also the source of an exciting new experiment.

call TakaKen No Curse AU (I had another WIP with specifically the word "call" in it, but I like this one more):

The person was dressed in a nurse outfit with a long ponytail hanging out from under the cap stating their profession. An interesting outfit, not so much because of the theme but execution.  It was more practical than the average Sexy Nurse costumes you would find off-the-rag. Their make-up was toned down with only a subdued eyeliner, no imitation of the typical drag look, but the dark red lips together with the shorter than usual skirt still made the intentions clear. There wasn’t even any cleavage visible and no breast forms or hip pads, however the slightly over-the-top style, realistic with a little twist to it, intrigued him. It felt like they weren’t dressed for the club but being risqué at the job.  And then there was that ragged scar on their forehead, faded but still noticeable. Was that the inspiration for the costume? A play on someone gravely injured going into the medical field? A Frankenstein callback? The subversion of expectations was more attractive to him than any skin-tight clothes or an exposed chest. They didn’t look like they were waiting for anyone, just wasting time like Fumihiko himself. Taking a deep breath, he gathered his courage and mentally reviewed his arsenal of opening one-liners. Once settled on a plan for approach, he slid closer and leaned in slightly to make his presence known and voice heard. “Is that a banana in your pants?” Nervously, his gaze flickered down. “Skirt, I mean.”

fruit New Beginnings (JinKen, Kenjaku doesn't take over Kaori but another woman AU, pretty old WIP):

"Have you ever tried sex on the beach?”  Jin nearly knocked over his drink as he whipped his head around, eyes wide in disbelief at her statement. His unspoken questions were answered when she nudged the untouched cocktail over to him. “Oh, uhm,” he gathered his thoughts, acutely aware of how her smile had turned sly. Heat was lighting up his cheeks. “I haven’t. I don’t drink cocktails that often.” “Try it,” she encouraged again. “Not that I know much about you, but I think this is more to your taste.” After a hesitant pause, he grabbed the tall glass, pulled it over and stirred the black straw through the colourful liquor and ice cubes. The barkeeper had saved on any other decoration you might expect with these beverages. As he lifted the drink to his lips, the woman reached over and helped herself to his almost full glass of beer. Taking a few long drags from the straw, he watched her give the ale a try, apparently not quite as bothered by the taste as he was. His borrowed cocktail tasted quite good. Fruity but not too sweet. It was like drinking orange and mango juice but with a slightly biting aftertaste brought on by the alcohol. Definitely better than beer.

Tagging (only if you want): @kaitakushi @hxhhasmysoul @frankenjoly @urostakako

[lizzieraindrops]

After the conclusion of Season of the Witch, Ikora and Eris spend some time together in the library discussing the Harbinger, the Darkness and the Light, and just maybe, talking about what is between them.

Presence and Absence - Chapter 1 (1564 words)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

"This is nice," Ikora said over the rim of her teacup. She set the little porcelain bowl down on an end table as she browsed the bookshelf for a title.

A contented sigh answered, a sound made unfamiliar by the one who uttered it. "Yes," said Eris Morn softly. "It is." She had once more sunk into what was clearly a favorite library armchair and was truly ensconced. Wrapped cozily in her soft green hooded tunic and pants with her charms about her brow, she held her own steaming cup close in both hands.

It had been a week since Eris had struck down both Savathûn and Xivu Arath, renouncing the Hive's vicious sword logic even while felling them from the unthinkable height of power she had gained within it. In that renunciation, she had felled herself, too, losing every scrap of potency that had briefly made her more powerful than any Hive god had ever been.

But she did not appear diminished. No, to Ikora's eyes, the sight of Eris now—tired and comfortable and unarmored and soft in a way she had never before seen—she was both more formidable and more beautiful than anything Ikora had beheld. She was a woman who had walked away from godhood with confidence. So grounded was she in her self and her purpose that she had no more need of the Harbinger's terrible splendor. Eris sitting in a musty old armchair and cursing quietly as she spilled a drop of tea on her book was an apotheosis, not of violence, but of the impossible accomplished—of peace demanded, wrested, and won from a legacy of cruelest torment.

Ikora looked away from her and resumed pretending to look for a book. She ignored the odd ache in her chest. "You said you were tired. Have you found any rest?"

"Some. More than I expected. And yet, I think it may take many years to plumb the depths of such weariness. I am not unwell, do not fear. But I have been..."

When Eris did not finish her thought, Ikora turned back toward her with a single step. "Been what?"

"Not restless, for recently I have slept deeper than in decades. But even so, it has been somewhat difficult to simply...relax. As one might expect. Perhaps 'unresolved' is the word."

A twinge of unease impelled Ikora to the armchair nearest Eris' favorite. She picked up her teacup from the little table between them and let it rest in her palms. "What else is there for you to do? Yes, there is always more to do to keep the Hive at bay, but that is the work of many. It doesn't rely on you the way all of...this…did."

"It is true. In my mind, that is clear to me. My long purpose against the Hive has been satiated. Yet I think I still struggle to feel, to understand, all that has happened. This has changed me, Ikora."

"Yes." Ikora considered her, considered Eris considering her back. They watched each other's eyes. "Yet you remain Eris, now as throughout it."

Eris nodded slowly, thoughtfully. "Did you ever fear that I was not?"

Ikora leaned forward on the arm of the chair and studied the precise shade of the pale green infusion in her teacup. Past the silence in her throat, her voice came out low and tight. "I feared that you would not remain so, the longer that ritual went on." The shame of her own doubt stung. Yet she continued to speak.

"You've done the impossible so many times, but always at such cost to yourself. I—have spent so long fearing that you would finally throw yourself against a challenge so great that its price would be your final death." Eris knew this, of course, by inference if nothing else. But something about the admission made Ikora unable in that moment to meet that unblinking gaze full of stolen soulfire. She looked up at Eris without raising her head, obscuring direct eye contact with her lashes. It was almost amusing, the absurd way Eris had always made her so unsure. She was acting practically shy.

Ikora forced her gaze upwards again despite herself, and spoke while looking Eris in the eyes. Their alienness was so familiar to her as to be a comfort. "I thought you had reached that point. And I've never been more pleased to be wrong. I'm only glad I didn't hinder you. What you've accomplished...it's incredible, Eris. I'm so proud of you. But perhaps you can forgive me for being somewhat relieved when you said you meant to rest."

Eris stared at her, tea and book forgotten. "You did this for me. Despite all the doubt and pain I've caused you," she said in a soft voice. "Know that it is not a gift I have ever accepted from you lightly."

"I know." And she did. They understood each other. Eris had never taken her for granted. Many did, but never she. Any favor she asked was requested with the knowledge that it might be refused. After all the rejection Eris had faced following her dramatic return from the Hellmouth, she almost seemed to expect rejection more than aid. When Ikora had been unable to bring herself to condone the use of Stasis, Eris had accepted her silence without resentment. And for her part, Ikora had had to accept that Eris would proceed with or without her help or approval.

Most recently, the opposition of Eris' ambition and Ikora's fear for her had brought them to raised voices and Ikora nearly to tears. But Ikora had gone into this final trial prepared to help Eris travel this dangerous path in any way she could, even if she could not convince Eris to turn aside from it. As she had been so recently reminded, this was who Eris was. Tenacity incarnate, true to the very last dregs of herself and far beyond.

"So,” Ikora said in a voice that barely breached a whisper. “Anything you need, now. All you have to do is ask."

"I know," Eris echoed.

They looked at each other. They drank tea in silence. Eris looked at the book in her lap. Then she shook her head and flipped its cover shut with a soft thump that broke the surface of their stillness into action.

"Will you come with me?" Eris said plainly.

"With–?" Ikora blinked twice. "Where?"

"The Lucent throne world. Briefly."

She stared. "You want to return to Savathûn's throne world." Centuries of self-discipline snapped back into place, and her voice was as undisturbed as windless water, betraying nothing. To Eris, that probably betrayed everything.

"Yes. Not the Spire, nor the Altars," she assured her. "I do not think that would be wise for me, at this point. And I have nothing more to gain in the Athenaeum. But there is something I must ascertain before I may truly rest."

The fact that Eris did not clarify further told her that she would not get an answer to her next question. So she merely said: "She will be watching you, now."

"Yes." Eris' voice was solemn, regretful yet resigned. "That is why I want you to come with me. I do not care to be alone with her."

The way she framed the request did something to Ikora's lungs. They contracted in a way that she could not pinpoint as either pain or joy. Somehow, this was such a far cry from every other time Eris had come to her.

The first time, she had arrived fresh from the Hellmouth, begging to be believed. Her eventual vindication had seen two gods of the Hive broken and ground underfoot. Then, despite Ikora's pleading to rest, to stay in the City, Eris had swung away again like a comet into the far reaches of the system, trailing aches behind her like cosmic dust.

When she at last returned to Ikora's orbit, Eris had continued to plead her truth again and again, to Ikora among others, even as she delved into the Darkest secrets they had yet uncovered, from the Pyramids themselves to the chilling power of the unsettling ice offered within.

And only days ago, she had entreated Ikora, specifically, to once more believe, to trust, to uplift her so that she might succeed where all else had failed. To help her ascend in a terrible, apotheotic glory of violence in the name of ending it. And she had made good on her promise, to an extent beyond Ikora's most speculative dreams.

But for the first time, as Eris made her quiet request in this library, it was different. The motions of this long dance between them remained superficially the same. Yet beneath the surface, they had both changed, and they both knew it.

This time, rather than preparing to rush ahead alone, Eris was waiting for her. This time, despite the shock of the request, Ikora did not have to fight down her fear to coax her trust back to life. It already thrived with such unaccustomed ease in the face of uncertainty that it made her feel light-headed.

Ikora drained the last of her tea and set the cup aside. Rising to her feet in a single motion, she extended a hand to Eris, palm up.

They considered each other.

"Shall we?" Ikora asked.

[allyphase]

MARK IN FÓDLAN.  ✧

( og source link ) (thank you N for the inspiration!)   

PERSONAL INFORMATION

NAME. Mark

GENDER. Female

AGE. 21

HEIGHT. 5’4” 

BIRTHDATE. 1st of the Pegasus Moon

CREST/HOLY BLOOD. None. 

CLASS. Golden Deer Student

AFFILIATION. A wanderer of Elibe. 

BIOGRAPHY. A girl born to nothing, destined to walk history unnamed. Began her life in Bern, but abandoned one army for another when she followed Lyndis’s radiant light. Fought alongside Lyndis, Eliwood, and Hector for a new dawn. Enrolled in the Officer’s Academy to finish her tactics education formally. 

INTERESTS. Chess, birdwatching, ballroom dancing LIKES. Old books, Sacean striped warblers, strawberries, rescue strategies DISLIKES. Pranks, too many people talking at once, the sicilian defense, ambush reinforcements STATUS. Former tactician to Houses Ostia and Pherae  CLOSE ALLIES: Sain, Kent, Lady Lyndis

DINING HALL PREFERENCES

LIKES. Beast meat teppanyaki, grilled herring, saghert and cream, sweet and salty whitefish saute, sweet bun trio, fish sandwich, daphnel stew 

DISLIKES. Small fish skewers, sauteed jerky, cheesy verona stew, country-style red turnip plate, cabbage and herring stew, fried crayfish

DINING HALL NOTES

FAVORITE DISH.  ✧

“Oh, this smells delicious! Thank you for offering me a place at your table.” 

LEAST FAVORITE DISH.  ✧

“Food is food, I suppose...” 

TEAM TIME GUIDE

FAVORITE TEAS. Rose-Petal Blend - A faintly floral, sweet and elegant drink with the bitter bite of black tea behind it. Perfect for academics with a bit of a soft side. / Honeyed Fruit Blend - This tea is almost overwhelmingly sweet, more a dessert than anything. The lack of caffeine makes it a perfect evening treat. 

CONVERSATION TOPICS.  A new gambit... Evaluating allies... Someone you look up to... Equipment upkeep... Plans for the future... Shareable snacks... The last battle... Strange fish in the pond... Mighty weapons... Our first meeting... Books you read recently... The ideal professor... Your ambitions... Things that bother you... Close calls... Capable comrades... You’re doing great work... Exploring the monastery... Thanks for everything... A word of advice. 

TEA TIME QUOTES

GREETING.  ✧

“Thank you for inviting me here.” 

FAVORITE TEA.  ✧

“This is my favorite! How did you know?” 

FIVE STAR TEA.  ✧

“What a nice blend... Are you sure you want to drink this now?” 

INTRODUCING OWN TOPIC.  ✧

1. “...hmhmhm...”  Answer: Sip tea

2. “Sometimes I think the theory of chess is more interesting than playing the game.”  Answer: Nod, chat

3. “Do you believe I’m doing well, professor?”  Answer: Commend, nod

4. “Do you believe in love, professor?”  Answer: Laugh, agree, disagree

5. “I think there is value in keeping your ideas close.”  Answer: Sip tea

OBSERVING.  ✧

“I’ve always thought my face was very forgettable.”  “My uniform looks like my tactician’s clothes, doesn’t it?” 

ENDING.  ✧

“Thank you for the gracious invitation. I hope I can return the favor sometime soon.” 

MISCELLANEOUS DIALOGUE.

GIFT GUIDE

FAVORITE GIFTS. Tasty baked treat, stylish hair clip, lavender, board game.

DISLIKED GIFTS. Hunting dagger, dapper handkerchief, training weight, ceremonial sword.

GIFT QUOTES

DISLIKED GIFT.  ✧

“Thank you.” 

LIKED GIFT.  ✧

“You’re sure you have no need for this? Thank you!” 

FAVORITE GIFT.  ✧

“This is for me? How did you know...? Thank you, so much!” 

LOST ITEMS

FIELD GUIDE. A guide to birds from a faraway plain. Each profile has a small watercolor drawing of the bird as well as a pencil sketch of its silhouette. It probably belongs to someone with an interest in birdwatching. 

FOLDING CHESS SET. A small chess set, suitable for travel. The pieces are mismatched from being replaced or lost. It probably belongs to someone who studies tactics. 

LAVENDER CANDLE. A candle burned down halfway, scented faintly of lavender. It probably belongs to someone who has trouble relaxing. 

LOST ITEM QUOTES

OWNER.  ✧

“Oh, you found it! I’ve been retracing my steps all day trying to find where I left that...” 

NOT OWNER.  ✧

“Sorry, that’s not mine.” 

BATTLE QUOTES

MOCK BATTLE RETREAT.  ✧

“Ah... I must have missed something... I must fall back now. I’m sorry.”  ( Byleth specific  ) “You are truly a wonderful tactician...! I must ask you... later...” 

FIRST KILL.  ✧

“...so this is how it feels...” 

MONASTERY QUOTES

CHOIR PRACTICE.  ✧

(1)  “I’m not a singer, but I will do my best.”  (2)  “I- don’t know if I can be louder...” 

COOKING.  ✧

(1)  “I can do my part, but nothing fancy.”  (2)  “Are you sure this is the role you want me to fill?” (3)  “I’m much more used to cooking over a fire than a stove.” 

TUTORING

INSTRUCT

BAD.  ✧

“Oh... An embarrassing mistake.”  Critique:  “I see. Thank you.”  (AFFECTION UP) Console:  “I don’t need your pity. Show me what I did wrong.”  (AFFECTION DOWN )

GREAT.  ✧

“As expected.” 

PERFECT.  ✧

“That’s it! It must be!” 

PRAISE.  “Thank you, professor. It’s all thanks to your guidance.” 

TASKS

STABLE DUTY. ✧

“With how many cavaliers I’ve known, you think I’d be better at this...”  (With Kent or Sain)  “Will you show me what your horses like?” 

WEEDING.  ✧

“...oh! Sorry, lost in thought...”  “Do you know this plant? I haven’t seen it before.” 

SKY WATCH.  ✧

“...I don’t think I’ll be very helpful here...” 

CERTIFICATION EXAMS 

FAILED.  ✧

“Oh... I was so close, I’m sure...” 

PASSED.  ✧

“More knowledge is always a blessing.” 

UPDATE GOALS

REASON.  ✧

“I would like to do more than stand at the back and watch. I’ve always been afraid of another arrow being shot my way, and I’d like the chance to fire back. Would you teach me to defend myself and my friends?” 

HEAVY ARMOR.  ✧

“Perhaps a better strategy to protect myself on the battlefield is to not be hit in the first place. Lord Hector’s resilience is truly something to behold, and I would like to try to emulate him somehow. Will you help me learn how to move in that armor?” 

SWORD.  ✧

“Lady Lyndis and Lord Eliwood are both more than proficient with the sword. I admire them, and would like to learn something like them. Will you teach me the sword?” 

LEVEL UP

0 TO 2 STATS UP .  ✧

“...embarrassing...” 

3 TO 4 STATS UP .  ✧

“I need to do more.” 

5 STATS UP .  ✧

“Perfectly average.” 

6 STATS UP .  ✧

“Yes!” 

UPON REACHING LEVEL 99 .  ✧

“I have reached the summit, but I cannot pause here. Onward!” 

BUDDING TALENT

“I could never see myself mastering this!” 

NEW SKILL

“This new talent will serve me well.” 

RECLASSING .  ✧

“A new role for me to play? I will do my best.” 

BATTLE QUOTES

WHEN SELECTED

FULL/HIGH HP .  ✧

“Guide me as I guide you.” 

MEDIUM HP .  ✧

“Watch my back.” 

LOW HP .  ✧

“Pull me back!” 

ENEMY DEALS 1 OR NO DAMAGE OR MISSES .  ✧

“Not now!” 

CRITICAL ATTACK .  ✧

“Checkmate!” “You are known!” “Textbook example!”  “Fade away!” 

GAMBIT .  ✧

“With me!” 

GAMBIT BOOST .  ✧

“Like this!” 

DEFEATED ENEMY .  ✧

“I’m sorry.”  “You were in my way.”  “...it shouldn’t be me.” 

ALLY DEFEATS ENEMY .  ✧

“Excellent work.”  “Just as I predicted.”  “Let’s keep working together.” 

ALLY HEALS/RALLIES .  ✧

“Thank you.”  “Appreciated.”  “I can keep going.” 

DEFEAT QUOTE

CASUAL .  ✧

“I must- retreat... tend my... wounds...” 

CLASSIC .  ✧

“Sometimes... a piece must be sacrificed...” 

THE ADVICE BOX

“I fear that I am purposeless. My former position no longer exists, and I fear that without it, I’ll lose sight of what I want to pursue. Is there any way to keep myself going on this path without it being set for me?” 

> Self motivation is key!  > You can be more than one thing at a time. (affection up!)  > Try to get your former position back. 

[notquitecharlie]

7/22/23

Dear Friend, 

I know that I’ve written a few times and I feel like every time I write it’s like an introduction explaining these letters and how I’m going to write them and who I am. So if you actually read these, I’m sorry. This is probably gonna be close to another one. 

I feel like I write too sad. If that makes sense. If we met and talked this is not how I am. I could tell you everything about myself and I think if we met in person you would never connect me and this blog. That’s why I write this I guess, it’s to be the other side of me. But it’s not even really another side it’s like… I was thinking about this last night…it’s like every person is an ocean. A really nice one for most people. From a distance you see the joy and beauty of being an ocean. Even if you dip your feet in you still feel like you know this place, this person it’s happy. But the ocean knows otherwise, it knows of the waves and the sharks and it tries to hide them to keep everyone around them happy and safe. It doesn’t mean the oceans a bad place or crazy or anything, I think it just means that there’s more to it than it shares all the time. Mostly to protect people and themselves, whether the other people deserve it or not. Does that make any sense? I hope it does friend. I honestly think I’m happy pretty often, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have my dark moments here and there when it feels like the world is going to crash and it’s all my fault and everything every person has ever said to me is stabbing my brain with its words pointy edges, but the storms pass, telling you about them just helps. So, thank you.

This week has been a pretty good week. I did a magic show for a playgroup on Thursday which was fun. I went to the library to take my college ASL summer final and did good enough to pass the class with a A. I’ve been driving more and doing pretty good, I have a pair of Crowley style sunglasses I wear when I drive and funny enough that helps. This week I read “Graveyard of Lunatics” by Ray Bradbury (I think that’s the title), “The man who was Thursday” by G.K. Chesterson, am almost done with “Once upon a tome” by Oliver Darkshire am rereading Good Omens and reread most of Trigger Warning by Neil Gaiman. I’ve also been listening to the Coraline audiobook (I got it on cd for my 16th birthday because I adore it and love cds) for the millionth time while I rearrange all the bookshelves in the house. I’m also set to start at a “real” high school this upcoming year but can’t think about that without spiraling so I won’t talk about that right now. This week I also had a volunteering event, I volunteer with this group that plans events for kids and teens (especially those highly impacted) with special needs and pairs them up with a friend (while there are some exceptions the “friends” aren’t neurodivergerent for the most part) and this week was my favorite events, the public pool one and it was a lot of fun, I’d never met either of the people I got paired up with and they were just really fun to be around. I normally just call the volunteer group buddies, I’ve been doing it for a few years and it’s probably my favorite thing I do. I’m sorry this ended up being so all over the place (I went through and cut out about 4 paragraphs explaining why the books I’ve read/am reading are wonderful because I talk about books too much). I started this at 11:45 on July 21 now it’s a half hour into July 22nd so I’m gonna read for an hour or so and go to bed, unless the book gets ridiculously good then I’ll just finish it first. Sorry I brought up books again, that might be the biggest difference between melancholy posts and more happy ones, I talk about books 😂

Sweet dreams,

Love always,

Athena

[bridgyrose]

Here's an ace-week prompt: Weiss studying while overhearing Blake and Ruby talking about their asexuality, and asks them more about it, questioning her own~

Weiss couldnt keep herself from overhearing Blake and Ruby talk about Yang and Sun and the way they made them feel. Sure, she liked guys and girls just like the two of them, but for the life of her she never could understand why they seemed to see so much more in people than she did. She could tell when someone looked good, in fact she couldnt deny that she didnt think Sun and Yang were both attractive. But even when she had been dating Neptune, it felt like there was something missing, something that everyone else felt that she didnt. 

“Nope, dont want to hear it,” Ruby said as she covered her ears. “I dont care what you and my sister get up to, but I dont want to hear it.” 

Blake rolled her eyes with a smirk. “And you think I *want* to hear what you and Sun get up to? You do know he’s like a brother to me.” 

“Didnt you have a crush on him just a few months ago?” 

“And then I went on one date with him, got to know him, and it faded away once I realized he wasnt into me the same way.” 

Weiss finally closed her book with a heavy sigh. “Okay, what am I missing?” 

Blake paused. “What do you mean?” 

“What exactly is it that you and Ruby see in Yang and Sun? It feels like the two of you have something with them that I was missing with Neptune and… I dont know… it still feels like he wanted something that I just… didnt see.” 

“Well… Sun kinda gives me this warm feeling when I’m with him,” Ruby answered. “My heart starts to beat hard in my chest, I get sorta sweaty and nervous around him, but then when he holds me, it feels… nice? And… well… then I start to feel… you know… needy…” 

Blake sighed and threw a water bottle at Ruby. “Please dont go into any more detail about how thirsty you are for him.” 

A deep blush ran through Ruby’s cheeks. “I’m not thirsty!” 

“You’re crossing your legs like you do every time you try to get alone with him.” 

Weiss giggled a bit as she watched Ruby cover her legs with a blanket and quickly took a sip from the water bottle. “Then, what about you Blake? What exactly is it that you see in Yang?” 

Blake blushed a bit and moved a strand of hair behind her ears. “Well.. she certainly knows how to work her-” 

“Do not finish that sentence.” Ruby covered her ears again, the blush fading from her cheeks. “That’s more than I want to know.” 

“Then you can leave the room while Weiss and I talk about it. There’s nothing wrong with talking about who you want to get intimate with.”

Weiss went quiet as she listened, the small smile on her face started to fade once she realized what she had been missing. As much as she liked dating, she had never felt the need for the same intimacy that Blake and Ruby had for their partners. Even with Neptune, every attempt he made was met with her pushing him away. “So… that’s what’s wrong with me…” 

The half mumbled sentence managed to get the attention of Blake and Ruby as they looked towards their teammate. 

“W-what? N-no, there’s nothing wrong with you.” Ruby looked over at Blake with a nervous smile. “Right Blake?” 

Blake nodded and looked over at Weiss. “You never felt anything like that with Neptune?” 

“Or… anyone else.” Weiss laid down on her bed and pulled her pillow close to her chest. “Maybe I am broken or just… i dont know… missing something.” 

“Or you’re ace.” 

Weiss, Blake, and Ruby all looked at the doorway as Yang walked in and sat down. Weiss hesitated for a moment. “Ace?” 

Yang nodded and sat down next to Blake. “Just means you probably dont feel attraction the same way these two do. And you’re not alone. I am too.” 

Blake looked Yang over for a moment, her face scrunching up in confusion. “But… you and I always… you know…” 

“Just because I dont mind it doesnt mean its something I’m always looking for.” Yang pulled Blake in close and kissed her cheek. “Besides, I like seeing my kitten happy and I made peace with this a long time ago. You dont need to worry.” 

Weiss slowly laid back down and kept her pillow close to her as she watched Blake blush once more in Yang’s arm. “I’m not sure I understand as much as you think.” 

“Then dont worry too much about it. Just know there’s nothing wrong with not feeling the same way these two do about others. And, if you’re up for it, I know a group you can talk with. You know, to maybe help you figure yourself out.” 

Weiss nodded and smiled. “That helps, thanks.”

[thefoulbeast]

📚🚫💘🖤👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 (for any oc of your choice)

well i am currently utterly obsessed about maggot so thats who ill talk about!

📚 BOOKS — what level of education has your oc most recently completed/is currently in (GED, undergraduate, grad school, phd, etc)?

Just about the basics! He barely finished highschool, not that there were options for higher education in the New Town, other than vocational education in the form of interning for various local businesses.

🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

Both, in spades. It's something of a stalker pastime to drink and smoke, especially after a hard raid in the Zone. He does prefer cocktails to straight spirits but when the Boys are drinking vodka from the neck of the bottle he lets his tastes take second seat.

💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

His team! They've all mostly been friends since childhood and he shares so many memories and firsts with them that it would be very difficult to unwind their lives from one another.

And, well, after many events of his life that leave him sort of lost and aimless, Scarab.

He also of course cares about his family, but they've become very distant with him due to him choosing to become a stalker after his older brother died on a raid.

🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust?

Yes to both! Maggot isn't much of a fighter, but he also doesn't just let anyone walk all over him. He's killed mutants, bandits and other stalkers all. Though he much prefers incapacitating enemies rather than murder - lets him sleep a little better in the night.

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 FAMILY WITH MOTHER, FATHER, SON AND DAUGHTER — how many people are in your oc's immediate family? how many people are in your oc's extended family? do they have aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, etc? who in their family are they closest with? are they close with their birth family, or do they have a found family?

Immediate family - Mother and Father. Older brother died when he was a teenager. I haven't given much thought to his extended family, but I don't imagine its a big one either way. A lot of the Kin died during the Visitation or soon thereafter, even if they were more spared than the regular population. He never knew his grandparents, and his mom was a single child. Mother used to tell stories of her childhood and it always sounds so dreamy and nice. Father's family he isn't close with. Has an Aunt, his dad's sister. They barely speak - she thinks stalkers are the scum of the earth.

His team is sort of found family once he was more or less disowned for becoming a stalker, and he even shares a flat with the unnoficial leader of the team, Dirt.

Thank you for the questions i had a lot of fun thinking about it!