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Ambient drone mix. 👇
1-Trevlad-Brushed Sunrise
2-Chris Otchy-El Chapo
3-Scanner-Deer to Village
4-Roel Funcken-Part 2
5-Arbee & v e n n-HP10 [Meditation]
6-loscil-Upstream
7-theAdelaidean-Floating
8-Stellardrone-Ultra Deep Field
9-IDRA-Lighthouse keeper
10-Sulk Rooms-An Old Friend Returns
11-Jeremiah Chiu-Eighteen
12-Simon McCorry-Daydream as the Rain Gently Falls
13-John Haughey-Abyssal Benthic
14-Inner Vision Laboratory-Ended
15-René van der Wouden-When the Coastline hits the Sea
16-Nils Frahm-Right Right Right
#ambient#instrumental#sleepwithme#nerdsleep#nowlistening#nowplaying#nerd sleep#sleep#electronic#trevlad#chris Otchy#scanner#roel funcken#arbee#venn#loscil#theadelaidean#stellardrone#idra#sulkrooms#jeremiah chiu#simon mccorry#john haughey#inner vision laboratory#rené van der wouden#nils frahm#Deep Electronics#Funckarma#Mystery Circles#Projekt Records
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His name is Zorro, and he's a paid* actor!
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Am I pretending Tim is drinking coffee from a horn in vaguely medieval times? Maybe.
Only the tiny spiky child is to come. I am excited.
#I don’t know how I feel about silver and yellow#but I don’t hate it#Tim needed silver he’s the techy one#pretty little nerd#it’s probably 3am in this picture#Tim go to sleep#batfam#batkids#batboys#clip studio paint#digital art#gotham#bat family#tim drake#tim drake fanart#red robin#red robin fanart#dc#dc fanart#dc au#medieval au
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When your boyrfren is a morning person.
(Idk if Connie's not a morning person, but it'd be funny if she isn't.)
Connie doodles (and a Steven!)
#When you wake up already feeling tired 😭#Steven gave her a new blade again.#Pretty knife = Happy wife#Oh my gosh I actually finished a commission today. I;m behind again I only got six hours to draw this week TT-TT But at least I can#sleep early tonight I can finally catch up with my sleep hours#Lol I just realized Connie's new clothes make her look like an overachieving nerd XD#Imagine if she still wears her big round nerd glasses. 'Erm actually it's a [insert what specifically the type of dagger she has now]☝🤓#connverse#Connie Maheswaran#Steven Quartz Universe#Ah nerdcore fashion young adult Connie would be amazing 🤩 . I already headcanon she'd be a more scruffy one tho. 🤔 Guess#that's another alternative style to go off of 🤷♀️#Steven Universe#He gonna hit her up with the 'Hello morning glory! ☀️🥰😘🥰💕' and Connie be looking like a nest#SU#my shiz#animated gif
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#the graham norton show#michael sheen#ian mckellen#michaelsheenedit#gif#shakespeare nerd 🤝 shakespeare legend#how very sweet#this was a fun lineup actually well done#ambika's (unintentional) story about sleeping with her eyes open
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How long was it between when Iroh convinced Zuko to take up the Fire Throne, and Sozin's comet? A day? Less??
AU where Iroh convinces Zuko to be the next Fire Lord MUCH earlier in the series. Zuko, who hasn't been in formal education since was 13yo, understandably panics. He barely remembers his lessons on How To Be the Fire Lord, and they were all focused on how to rule during wartime. Not peace. What does an international peace treaty even LOOK like and how does one go about making it???? How does trade work when you're NOT trying to eradicate every other nation????
Book 3 Zuko spends all of his time teaching Aang firebending, interrogating the other members about their culture's traditions and politics, going on Blue Spirit journeys to raid any passing libraries, and reading everything he can get his hands on. He barely eats. He doesn't sleep. He's info dumping about the DRIEST political texts. The gaang are THIS close to holding an intervention or having Toph sit on him until he sleeps.
#the gaang: morning zuko how did you sleep?#zuko (600 pages into an ancient text on the economic significance of grain farmers in the rural earth kingdom): a... agriculture....#avatar#atla#atla headcanons#i am obsessed with feral nerd zuko#the kid finished formal education at 13!!! against his will!!!#i know iroh was probably teaching him as much as he could but ngl zuko was NOT gonna sit and listen for long when he had an avatar to find#he's panicking and info dumps about ancient international law the second someone looks at him#hakoda is worried about zuko being nervous around him since he's a Father Figure#but zuko skips straight past the trauma and zeroes in on hakoda being an actual political leader!!! who knows stuff!!!#teach him sifu hakoda!!!#my posts
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not a SINGLE day goes by where i don't think about that post with the photo of andrew's death grip on alex's waist. you know the one
(i have, regrettably, once again, lost the damn post. if anyone has any clue as to its whereabouts i would be much obliged if you could drop the link lol. but at the very least i had the presence of mind to download the photo so here yall go xDD:
#star trek#star trek fanart#garashir#garashir fanart#ds9#star trek ds9#ds9 fanart#elim garak#julian bashir#andrew robinson#alexander siddig#garak x bashir#surprisingly drawing works better on more than 5 hours of sleep. Who woulda thunk?#but as always minimal refs <3333 love bad drawing habits 😌#i drew em sorta wearing each other's colors because im a nerd like that#but i can feel the ds9 polycule attachment growing in my head#yippee#can you tell where my adhd took over and i blacked out and rendered something completely unrelated to the nature of the ship art#yeaaaaaah whoops but also not whoops because it turned out fine so im all fine and dandy <333333#dust medibang paints#the fact that i accidentally matched the colors in the picture is so funny to me
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#yeah yeah its an old meme whatever get stick bugged nerd#tw flashing#worshitposting#sleep token iii#sleep token memes
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F808z on insta
#health & fitness#muscular#black men#astethic#ebony muscle#health#bodybuilder#humor#posing#nerd#geek#blue#baby#all might#come here often#zyzz#split kak#shinobi#windmill#icarus#sleeping monk#elephant avenger#this sick beat#f808z
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Beautiful Dreamer - P x Reader
Notes: This is a bit of a shorter fic from me and it's pure unadulterated fluff and sap and nobody gets stabbed! Which is really stretching myself as a writer, to be honest. You guys know I love nothing more than a good life-threatening injury. Anyways, no warnings for this one! Enjoy the cozy vibes <3
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It seemed somewhat magical in the beginning.
Pino came running to you once, at the very break of dawn when you had just barely opened your eyes; too-bright sunlight stinging them as the puppet shook you from sleep. It was difficult for you to grasp what he meant, at first, to wrap your head around what he was trying to describe. His speechless manner of communication and your general grogginess certainly didn’t help matters. But through a series of signs and expressions from Pinocchio, you came to understand. In his slow but sure gaining of humanity the boy had begun to dream at night.
You were vaguely aware that he did not dream before, and didn’t exactly sleep in the way humans did (although he did something similar enough that you personally couldn’t tell the difference).
“Is it… pleasant?” You asked him, genuinely quite curious as to what a strange thing dreams must seem to someone who had never known them. It had the potential to be wondrous and peaceful, but at the same overwhelming and utterly confusing. P seemed to take your question into careful consideration, really mulling it over. His eyes shone bright as he finally nodded decisively.
For all his excitement over this newfound ability, Pinocchio was frankly dreadful in his attempts at describing his dreams to you. You tried earnestly to follow along, but his gestures and expressions would eventually become too complicated and frenetic for you to follow and so you found yourself utterly lost in his recollections. It was after one such frustrating night that you gifted him a pocket journal to write in. This was much preferred for both of you, and you came to enjoy the routine of him eagerly handing off his scribblings for you to interpret in the morning. You would sit elbow to elbow at the table, sipping morning tea and reading his writing aloud, while he listened and nodded along captivated, his chin resting over his hands on the table.
His writing was uncharacteristically scratchy, with words often misspelled or crossed out implying that he was simply transcribing for speed and not coherence. Now and then there would be an addition of a crude drawing, sometimes the vague outline of a rabbit or a rushed impression of beaming stars.
One day, when it was particularly gloomy, you and Pino wandered to the library. Silence between the two of you was not uncommon, nor was it in any way awkward or uncomfortable. With the heavy fall of rain against the roof on this day, you found the quiet between the shelves especially peaceful. By the orange glow of a lantern, you turned the pages of a dream-interpretation guide. It was a small and somewhat battered thing and had been picked up eagerly by Pinocchio of course, who sat on the floor with crossed legs, chin resting in the heels of his hands as he listened to you, enthralled. In hushed tones, you ran down bulleted lists of common dreams and all the cryptic mysteries they may contain.
“Here, how about this one, have you ever dreamed that your teeth were falling out?” You asked, pointing to a passage in the book. P slapped a hand over his mouth and shook his head vigorously, looking suddenly very concerned with keeping said teeth firmly in his mouth. You couldn’t help chucking as you turned the page.
The day wore on, and the oil in your lantern burned down to nothing, the dim light flickering across an eerie illustration. You’d been leafing through an art book of the romantic era painters and left off on a Fuseli painting of a tormented woman being peered upon unknowingly by some manner of devil. You found the page quite off putting honestly, and closed the book.
“I figure that’s enough of that. What do you say, Pino-oh.”
As you addressed your puppet companion in the dark, you came to see that he sat on the floor still, slumped against the foot of your chair. His cheek was sunk into his left shoulder, eyes shut, breathing soft and shallow. The serenity of the scene warmed your heart some, and you leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. “Pino…” you whispered, and ran a hand through his hair in an effort to wake him. But he didn’t stir, seemingly in a deep sleep. You were sorry for the uncomfortable condition he seemed to be posed in, but you didn’t want to disturb the poor puppet. You gathered your things and left quietly, shuffling off to your quarters.
It was around midnight that the puppet woke with a panicked gasp. He was surprised to find his legion arm held up defensively, as if in anticipation of an invisible attack. His eyes searched his surroundings frantically, and only when he recognized the library did he hesitantly lower his arm. In the darkness he felt quite uneasy and disoriented. He tried to recall your soothing hushed voice. It had put him into quite a state it seemed before he eventually drifted off. It was in stark contrast to the current thrumming of his mechanical heart and the uncomfortable quickness of his breaths. He had dreamed something wholly unpleasant, and with some sadness realized this new facet of humanity came with drawbacks. He did not care much for these dreams at all.
Pinocchio made his way down the corridor to your quarters, his steps echoing eerily. He threw pointed glances over his shoulder frequently, half expecting some monstrous creature to appear suddenly in the halls of Hotel Krat. The simple casting of shadows had never before made him so on-edge. When he reached your room, he opened the door slowly and peered inside. You lay there in the dark beneath silk sheets, curled in on yourself and sleeping soundly. With great care not to startle you, he knelt by your bedside and nudged you in the back. Your head flinched momentarily, but you otherwise remained still. With some urgency he took your shoulder and shook until you stirred. Rubbing your eyes wearily, you rolled over to face him.
“Pino, it’s ah…it’s late isn’t it? Can’t it wait til morning..?” You grumbled. He shook his head almost apologetically and squeezed your shoulder. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you were able to make out unfamiliar anxious creases in his expression. You willed yourself into a greater awareness and sat up promptly. “What is it, what’s wrong?” You asked, your tone softening significantly. P gestured in the direction of the library and rummaged around in his pocket for a moment. He retrieved the pocket journal you’d given him and pointed several times at the most recent entry. You squinted. On the left page he had simply blacked out the entire thing with a pen, and on the right page the phrase “strung up” was written several frantic times with increasing disregard for legibility.
When you looked up at him to clarify, he raised his hands limp above his head and dropped his chin to his chest. The image was admittedly shuddersome and he cast a long and spindly shadow across the wall.
“I see.” You said, closing the journal. “You had a nightmare, hm? All strung up like an ordinary puppet.” Your heart fell for the poor boy. It must’ve been terribly frightening for him.
Pinocchio nodded solemnly, not meeting your eyes. He stared off blankly and rubbed his wrists, as if easing a phantom feeling of restraints. You took note of this and hummed softly.
“Here, may I see?” You asked, and pulled his arm towards you. You made a show of inspecting it and tapping your chin thoughtfully. Holding his arm with one hand, you stuck up two fingers like a pair of scissors and pretended to snip the invisible puppet string. You repeated this mimic on his other arm and then took his hands in yours, placing a kiss on the back of each.
“All gone.”
Pinocchio looked at you with a kind of boyish wonder. He raised one fist to the crown of his head with a smile, making a�� pshhh sound and opening his hand, giving the impression of a miniature explosion.
“Think you’ll be alright for the rest of the night?”
At this he shifted a little. His fingers busied themselves, twisting in the bedsheets. He was obviously still shaken up somewhat. You could understand that, although it was a bit of a surprise to learn that someone so nearly indestructible could be afraid of the dark.
“Alright,” you sighed, lifting the sheets. “Get in here.”
P’s chin jutted forward and his brow furrowed at your offer. You just gestured to the space beside you with your head. “Go on, before I change my mind.” You teased. At this, Pinocchio clambered up into your bed and nuzzled his face into the pillow. As he got settled. You pulled the sheet over his shoulders and snaked your arm up around him from behind. Your nose pressed against the nape of his neck and you breathed in the smell of him, like fresh rain.
“Have no fear, my puppet.” You said sleepily against his skin. “Your trusty human won’t let anything steal you away from me in the night.” You heard him snicker at this, but you knew without a doubt he felt safer here with you and vice versa. It was sweet, really.
By the time the sun rose you were both still sound asleep, all tangled in each other’s limbs, looking like lovers in the warm morning light. The day could wait a little longer.
#originally this fic was called sing me to sleep bc I was listening to the suckerpunch soundtrack version of Asleep on loop#so if you want the full experience queue that song up while you read#lydia dropping art history refs like a fucking nerd#extremely soft pino#lies of p#lies of p fanfic#lop#lies of p x reader#pinocchio x reader#lies of p fanart#fluff#my writing
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Just sleep
#ambient#instrumental#sleepwithme#nerdsleep#nowlistening#nowplaying#nerd sleep#sleep#electronic#experimental#chill#chillout#mixtape#mixcloud#music#put me to sleep
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your blog is amazing, which is why you're getting attacked with paws
#boop#boops#gifs always were the best responses#I crunched some numbers and apparently I have received approximately 0.002% of all boops given so far#which is way way more than I expected#one in every 50000 boops??#for little old me#thanks nerds#you are appreciated#even if I don't boop you back because#(1) I'm supposed to be working on a grant right now#(2) I'm actually supposed to be sleeping right now#(3) I'm really happy with the three boops I have given#threefogsinatrenchcoat#answers by Mark
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I think rin is actually an early riser or at least was cuz he liked making breakfast for everyone but since demons are nocturnal his powers getting unsealed completely ruined his internal clock
#i love when people make fics of rin's demon powers ruining his life cuz its a big and sudden change to his body#fun stuff#i never saw rin as the kind of guy to stay up really late on purpose tho#i mean obvi he doesnt he sleeps 11 hours a day#he seems like a nap type of guy#rin insomnia truthers are right tho and im one of them#i feel like rin used to get up hella early and do all his chores make breakfast help out his family#and also that he actually got to school maybe not on time but early and just left midway through at lunch#just for the record i think yukio is a night owl and hes just trained himself to wake up early#supported by his 4 hour average#he prolly got a reading light smh nerd#blue exorcist#ao no exorcist#rin okumura#yukio okumura
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uhhh hey sleep token tumblr, y’all good??
#i was simply trying to view some jpgs perhaps a gif or video of my favorite masked nerds. why this#sleep token#worshitposting
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Strip Club Owner!Vessel x Reader
feat. Bartender!III, Manager!II, and Bouncer!IV
attempted sexual assault, eepy boys to the rescue, comfort with Vessel, non-descript reader outside of wearing eyeliner and simply having hair (though no specified length), author has never been to a strip club
a/n: this is mostly unedited so I apologize in advance for any errors, I simply needed this to stop haunting my drafts. it was intended to be a blurb but... uh.... I might have gotten a little carried away.
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No one's ever seen the owner of the Pink Pony Club, there's a name listed on their business certificate and an owner's office tucked away in the corner, and the light is on six nights a week. Some of the regulars have caught a glimpse of his shadowed figure slipping out the back door, but they'd never know for sure it was even him. Most business in the club was conducted through the general manager, II. He hired the dancers and the staff, running final decisions through the mysterious owner, Vessel. Every night II keeps a watchful eye on the floor of the club, reporting back to Vessel throughout the night.
On this particular night though it was the bartender, III, who caught the commotion at the far end of the bar. The pristine white suit jacket caught III's eye instantly, the only customer to come in wearing such a bright white was some Wall Street scumbag who was already on his second strike at the club. He watched a streak of white as the asshole reached out to grab onto one of the dancer's arms as they walked by, yanking them back to stand in front of him.
III clocked the startled look in their eyes, the panic in their eyes was accentuated by their heavy eyeliner, giving them a similar look of a deer caught in the headlights. It was only their second week at the club, and he could tell by their reaction that this was the first time they'd encountered a more aggressive customer. III grabbed the walkie talkie from behind the bar, radioing for II to come to the bar, but got no response.
Shit. He's probably on his smoke break. III thought to himself.
He glanced back over, seeing the man's hands running along their waist, fingertips digging into their sides in a tight grip, evidenced by the wince on their face as he pulled them closer, their nose crinkling at his rancid breath. III tried calling II one more time, eyes trained on the pair at the end of the bar as he watched their attempts to wriggle from the man's hold. When he saw the anger in the man's eyes, he knew he couldn't sit around and wait for II's response.
III quickly signaled to the other bartender to watch the end of the bar while he slipped out, his long strides carrying him to the back office in seconds, knocking rapidly.
The door cracked open, a chain keeping the office door from opening all the way, when Vessel saw his best bartender bouncing on his heels at the door he raised an eyebrow in silent question.
"Fucking Kingpin's back." He explained. It was a nickname Vessel himself had coined after the main villain in the Daredevil comics, known for his pristine white suit.
"II?" Vessel asked.
"Not answering."
"What's he doing this time?"
"Got his hands on Y/N." He stated quickly.
A dark cloud passed over Vessel's eyes. If there was one thing about Vessel, it was that he genuinely cared about his employees. He knew they exposed themselves to a certain amount of risk by working at the Pink Pony, and he would stop at nothing to make sure they were safe under his supervision. It was why they'd hired on a new bouncer not too long ago after business started picking up. IV was a retired rugby player, and had no issues literally tossing drunk assholes out onto the street.
"Where." It was more of a growl than a question. He'd approved their paperwork only a few weeks ago, remembering how II described them.
"End of the bar."
The door slammed shut, and III heard the chain sliding out of place before Vessel's looming from appeared in the doorway, brushing past III as he made his way to the bar. He watched as Kingpin's head dipped into the crook of their neck as they tried pushing him away again, and he was seeing red.
"Hey!" He barked, stalking closer to the two at the end of the bar, Y/N's face melting into one of relief at the owner's appearance. When Kingpin didn't move, his lips grazing the skin of their throat as they tried to squirm away, Vessel closed the distance in three easy steps, his hand forcefully yanking his shoulder back and effectively separating at least his mouth from the newest dancer.
"There an problem here?" Kingpin slurred, clearly not registering the pure ire on Vessel's face.
"Yeah. There's a fucking problem. Get your hands off my dancer." He growled, eyes flicking to where the man's hands still gripped Y/N's body, dangerously close to their ass.
"D'worry, I'm good to pay." He said, his voice dripping with arrogance.
"Afraid you're looking for services we don't offer here." Vessel sneered, his grip tightening on the man's shoulder, a flicker of pain flashing across his face.
"I'm willing to pay extra for this one..." The predatory grin on Kingpin's face had Vessel setting aside his good business sense and shoving the man from the stool, releasing his grip on Y/N in the process.
In an instant, IV appeared behind Vessel. Vessel glanced over his shoulder at the bouncer before just giving a simple nod of his head. Iv wasted no time in leaning down, grabbing the man by the lapels of his jacket and hoisting him to his feet. He yanked him forward before stepping behind him, a firm hand on his collar as he ushered him to the exit.
Vessel could hear Kingpin's protests, but one glance at IV proved that the situation was handled as he forcibly shoved him out the door, landing flat on his face against the sidewalk. If he'd been paying closer attention, he probably would have seen the way that IV spat at (not on, he was a professional after all, but that didn't mean he didn't have a distaste for drunk sleaze balls) him before slamming the door shut.
But Vessel's attention was on Y/N in an instant, checking them over for any visible injuries. His stomach lurched at the sight of the red mark against their collarbone, and he reached out a hand, which they hesitantly accepted before Vessel led them back to his office. As he passed the bar, he gave III a thankful nod before stepping aside to let Y/N into the solace of his office.
When the door closed behind him, the thumping music of the club faded to the background, and Y/N couldn't help the tears that sprang in their eyes.
"Are you alright?" Vessel asked in a surprisingly gentle tone, given the events that had just transpired. They nodded their head weakly, not wanting the owner to think they couldn't handle the job. But as a rebellious tear slipped down their cheek, Vessel slowly took a step forward to tentatively reach a hand out to cup their cheek, his thumb wiping the tear away.
"Are you alright?" Vessel repeated, voice barely above a whisper as they observed the dancer's delicate state. He remembered the way II described them, how upon meeting them he was unsure because of their gentle demeanor, yet watching them on stage he had seen a completely different person. They'd said this would be their first official dancing job, and imagined they'd yet to face some of the harsher realities of their position.
When they shook their head, he slid his hand along the side of their face to cup the back of their head, bringing them forward into a tight, comforting embrace. Their face fell into his shoulder, and he could feel their hot tears seeping through the material of his shirt as he stroked their hair gently.
After a moment they tugged their face away, and he let his arms fall to his sides as they stepped back, wiping the smudged eye makeup from underneath their eyes.
"Sorry, I'm just... He caught me off guard. That's all. I'm fine." They said, though the slight waver to their voice told Vessel differently.
"Are you sure?" He asked gently, tilting his head as he took in their quivering appearance.
"Y-yeah. Fine. Promise." They said quickly and Vessel just shook his head.
"You don't look fine to me, sweetheart." He didn't miss the slight panic in their eyes as he passed them to open his desk drawer.
I'm getting fired. He doesn't think I can handle this and he's going to fire me.
"Let me take you home." He said, and they shook their head furiously as he produced a set of car keys from the drawer.
"No, really. I'm fine. I got this." They said, trying to reassure him despite the new tears threatening to spill down their cheeks. Vessel sighed, setting the keys down on the desk to stand in front of them once more. He slowly reached his hands out to grasp their bicep, giving them time to flinch away, but when they didn't he squeezed them comfortingly.
"Sweetheart, it's okay. It's an unfortunate aspect of the business, it's happened to everyone," he says with a deep sigh. "It's okay to be scared, uncomfortable, whatever you're feeling. What isn't okay is you trying to pretend it didn't bother you. No one will think any less of you for wanting to go home, least of all me. It's part of my job to look after you, and that's what I'm doing." Vessel finished, looking deep into their eyes as they slowly nodded their head.
"I can't, I can't afford to-"
"That wasn't my question," Vessel interrupted. "Now, do you want me to take you home?" he repeated and his heart squeezed as he watched them bite down on their bottom lip, nodding their head shyly. A small smile crossed his lips, pleased that they were willing to accept his offer.
"Alright. Go get changed, pack up your stuff, I'll meet you by the back entrance." He said, his hands sliding down their arms to squeeze their hands encouragingly.
He'd spotted II back on the floor and gave him a quick rundown of the situation, explaining that he'd be back in a little bit. About fifteen minutes later the back door swung open, Y/N standing in their comfortable change of clothes and, as promised, Vessel was standing right outside the entrance. He leaned against the wall, scrolling through his phone until he heard the familiar squeak of the hinges.
He slipped his phone into his pocket, a gentle hand on the small of their back as he guided them to his black sedan parked in the alley. He opened the passenger door, ushering them inside before closing it and jogging around to the driver side.
He had them type their address into his phone, driving in silence save for the classic rock radio station playing softly through the car's speakers, street lights illuminating Y/N's face as they leaned their head back against the headrest, fidgeting with their fingers.
"If it's any consolation, you're not the first dancer I've driven home after an incident like that." Vessel said quietly as the traffic light turned green.
"Really?" Y/N asked meekly.
"Really."
"So... You don't think I'm completely pathetic?"
"Of course not," Vessel stated firmly, glancing at them out of the corner of his eye, hesitating before continuing. "I know what it feels like."
Y/N couldn't hide their surprise at his revelation. "You do?" they asked, Vessel nodding his head.
"Why do you think I want to take such good care of my dancers? I was not so lucky, the first time anyone ever grabbed me like that... The owner just told me to suck it up because it's part of the job. But I don't believe that."
"I had no idea that you used to dance."
"It was something that wasn't a pleasant experience for me, because of the place I worked in. Customers could get away with just about anything for the right price. When I bought the Pink Pony, I wanted the experience to be different."
"Wow..." They mumbled, looking at him closely now. They'd obviously noticed how attractive the owner was in their brief meeting, but they hadn't considered the fact that he had ever been something other than just a businessman.
"So, really. It's okay to need to go home. I wish I had been given the same offer."
"I'm so sorry. I... Thank you." they said sincerely, and that small smile reappeared on his face.
"Of course. It won't be reflected on your paycheck, either. I don't want you feeling like you have to suffer just to make ends meet."
Fresh tears sprung up in their eyes, their heart melting for the man across from them. How could someone be so kind and generous, yet work in such a sleazy business? His heart was too pure for what he'd been through, he didn't deserve to be put through that kind of suffering. They reached a hand out to lay atop of his hand resting on the gear stick, squeezing gently.
"Thank you, Vessel." They said softly, and he turned his hand over, squeezing back.
"It's never a problem, Y/N."
The rest of the ride was quiet until they pulled in front of Y/N's apartment complex, Vessel shifting the car into park and turning to look at them.
"D'you want me to walk you to your door?" He asked, and they really thought the fondness in their heart for him couldn't grow any stronger.
"No, no it's alright. I can do this part by myself." they said. They smiled sweetly at him before gathering their bag into their lap, hesitating for a moment before leaning over to press a chaste kiss to his cheek.
Vessel froze, the simple gesture unexpected but not unwelcome. They didn't give him a chance to say anything else, popping the passenger door open and clamoring out of the sedan. They leaned down, resting their weight against the door.
"Good night, Vessel. Thank you again, I feel very lucky to have someone like you looking out for me."
"Always." he replied, watching carefully as they shut the door, walking quickly to the front door of their complex and unlocking the door. Just before they stepped inside, they turned, smiling to see that he was still watching and offered a small wave. He waved back, waiting until they had disappeared into the elevator to shift back into drive, getting ready to return to the club.
The next day, Y/N couldn't hide their surprise as they found a small bouquet of flowers sitting at their normal spot in the dressing room. They asked the other dancers, who said that they'd already been there when they arrived. When they looked closely, though, they found a small notecard reading simply
We're lucky to have you, too.
#yes i named the strip club pink pony club. yes i was listening to pink pony club when i came up with this idea. what about it?#also yes vessel might own a strip club but he's a giant fucking nerd still. it is inseparable from his character.#i don't know if we'll be rocking with this one gang but i'm putting it out there anyways do it scared or whatever#sleep token fanfiction#vessel x reader#sleep token vessel x reader#em's stcu
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when i make a pop culture reference i expect people to be like “wait oh my gosh you’re so funny that’s so fitting for this situation +10000 aura btw give me a kiss” but usually nobody gets it and they just give me a weird look instead
#pop culture#reference#aura#shes the girl next door#she sleeps on the couch! she’s a coucher!#i’m so funny please laugh#tv lover#tv interest#movie lover#movie interest#tv nerd#movie nerd#im a nerd#nerd#community nbc#community tv#doctor who
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