author's note: this is like my first time writing in a WHILE please bear w me ( ³﹏³ ).｡o (i said to myself id make my first post aa related but i fear ratio has come back to haunt me)
genre: trinkets and collectibles
tw: none !
Veritas Ratio was not a very emotional man to the crowd's eye. The average onlooker with no real ties to the scholar would dismiss him as a prideful man who views himself galaxies above others due to his intelligence.
Veritas Ratio was not a rash man by any means. He often turns to the more calm and logical manner of solving his problems, scoffing at the face of idiocy of his peers.
Veritas Ratio didn't know when he began to feel this way. Perhaps it was in the little ways they manage to wriggle themselves into his schedule. Or maybe it was the irrational moment of finding solace in his.. coworker. During a rather embrassing overstimulated breakdown of his.
Veritas Ratio noticed the way that he— almost instantaneously— relaxes in their presence. Be it simply them lounging around doing Nous knows what in his office as he grades papers; to them accompanying him on his scheduled lunches and early morning jogs.
It wasn't long until they, utterly and irreversibly, wormed their way into his daily routine; falling into subconscious tandem to one another as they go about their usual tasks. "Ah," one might think, "does this not contradict the image of the esteemed scholar"
Perhaps.
Which is exactly why the 'cruel' professor prefers to show his affections within his latibule, where the man can feel most at home with his dearest.
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thinking about katsuki being obsessed with your tits it's like his own stressballs he would be ranting about his day while you are lying on his chest hands to your breast fondling them and squeezing all his anger out
It’s like therapy for him. He just has his eyes closed as he lets the words flow from his mouth and your flesh squish in his hand. He honestly looks forward to it when he comes home.
The first time it happened he wasn’t thinking about it. You were sitting in bed, him up against the headboard with you leaning your back against his chest while you typed on your computer. His hands were rested on your stomach, his fingers playing with your shirt.
He was ranting about his agency and how they wouldn’t give him a break. He was so irritated and angry. As he kept talking his hands slowly crept up and soon were cupping your breast’s. He kept talking and talking and soon just was squeezing away.
You didn’t say anything at first, not really caring. But eventually he started getting more aggressive and squeezes too hard, making you jump and wince.
“Katsuki, if you’re gonna squeeze them be gentle,” you say, turning your head a few degrees to look over your shoulder before going back to your work.
He pauses in his sentence, now noticing the flesh in his hands, your hard nipples poking his fingers. He didn’t really know what to do, so he left them there and continued talking, eventually starting to squeeze the flesh again, and he realized how much he enjoys it.
Now later on, he’s gotten more into the habit and you’ve noticed how it helps as he talks. Plus you don’t mind, it’s not sexual, it’s just for comfort.
As he keeps doing it more and more, even when he’s not necessarily talking, he’ll just lay on your chest when a hand on each tit. He won’t talk, he just needs them in his hands and lets it all out that way, even if he’s too tired to talk.
Sometimes, if he can’t necessarily put it into words what’s upsetting him, or he doesn’t get time or gets home let, he’ll do it in his sleep. It’s grown to be a real action to comfort him. In his sleep, he’ll just scoot close and unconsciously hold them in his hands, and it helps him sleep.
pronouns: you (but the dance is usually done by women)
warnings: none
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many people will disagree with you if you tell them that dance is a form of art, you weren't one of those people and neither was vil schoenheit
dancing is something that requires a certain charm, a certain magic some would say, that not everyone has. you of course didn't lack that charm, but vil didn't know that until he saw it for himself
it was a simple day in twisted wonderland, when vil had a bit of free time, not having as many errands as usual. when he realised that, he decided to give the little magicless prefect of ramshackle a visit, a student he had grown quite fond off
and so he did, leaving pomefiore, going through the hall of mirrors and at last arriving at the ramshackle dorm
to his surprised, the door was slightly open, and he could hear the sound of music and.. faint tapping? to say he was confused wouldn't be wrong. so he entered the building, only to freeze in his tracks in pure shock
there you were, having pushed the furniture of the lounge aside as you were dancing in the middle of it all
unbestknown to him, you were dancing the swan lake solo, a dance number you learned back in your world
he watched mesmerized as you danced with such elegance, smoothly moving your hands around as you raised on your toes and jumped with a wave of confidence
his silent watching came to an end as you did your last pirouettes and stayed still on your final pose. the music came to an end as you sat down on the floor, panting with a confident smile on your face
he slowly clapped, catching your attention as he approached you, a few compliments leaving his mouth. getting compliments from vil wasn't so common, so your smile git even bigger. that smile was the one that made him fall for you when he first saw it, and if complimenting you was enough to bring it back then great seven know he'll compliment you
dancing is a form of art, one that makes you feel like you are under a spell when watching a dancer. vil schoenheit learned that first-hand when the magicless prefect he adored so much seemed like an ethereal being during their dance
and well, let's just say that you started doing duo numbers shortly after that day with a certain blonde with a purple ombre
in another timeline and universe i did ballet..and sucked at it :P
but I recently rewatched "barbie in the pink shoes" so take this
could i request for tyler from turning red x male!reader? i need more tyler appreciation up in here >:[ i don't have any particular plots but just something fluffy? thanks a ton <33
Arguments? — by Valen-tyne-ghost
Tyler x Male!reader
Warnings/Tags : Cussing, mentions of blood, mentions of bruises and scars, mentions of fighting, Highschool Au, Highschool Au Tyler being stupid, went from funny to kinda sad to fluff lmao (and i don't even know how I did that)
A/N : Hello! Thank you for requesting! This was a bit short and I added a bit of angst lol, hope you don't mind that.. I just couldn't help myself!
"You gotta stop getting yourself into fights!" (Name) placed a damp cloth onto the scar on his boyfriend's face "Do you know how worried I get whenever you just enter my home with bruises all over you!?" He went on as the Taller male infront of him hissed at the painful feeling on his skin, specifically uh– everywhere on his body, heh
"Atleast ask me if I'm alright or if I won the fight or something" Tyler rolled his eyes and looked away...... "...Well, did you?"
"Huh?" ..... "Did you win the fight?" (Name) asked nonchalantly as he continued to tend to The Blasian's wounds..
"Y-yeah! Duh" Tyler rolled his eyes once again, obviously bluffing about his "win"
The two Highschoolers sat in silence for a few seconds just staring at each other, both having different expressions ; one with a deadpan on their face and the other with a nervous one, trying to convince his boyfriend to believe his lies..
The shorter boy broke the silence "You didn't, did you?" To wich Tyler responded quickly with a "Yeah.."
The (Haircolor)–ette sighed "You are such a dumbass" and then stayed silent after that statement. He was clearly annoyed by Tyler's actions..
The wounded male observed (Name's) disappointed/annoyed expression, he felt guilty for having to cause him so much trouble... Lately, their relationship hadn't been so great. Tyler and (Name) started dating in middle school and it was all sweet and nice until they went into highschool, it all went downhill from there. Tyler kept getting into fights and (Name) would always scold him for it, this would then lead to arguments..
"(Name) I–" "what?" "I... I'm sorry.." Tyler fiddled with the hem of his shirt, (Name) looked slightly surprised by the sudden apology.. "I know you're disappointed but I just... I'm sorry, I'll try not to get in to too much trouble anymore" He added with a sigh and looked down at the floor.
(Name) stopped for a minute, sighed, then engulfed his boyfriend in a hug.. "I'm sorry too, I don't mean to be so harsh on you.." He mumbled into the Blasian's shoulder "But I just get so worried whenever you get hurt."
Tyler didn't say anything and just hugged back. The two stood there for a few minutes just hugging when Tyler felt (Name) lean on to him more and it was as if his body went limp... Is he dead? Tyler immediately went into panic mode until he realized that his boyfriend was infact not dead and was very much alive Oh he fell asleep...
Tyler carefully shifted his arms from (Name's) waist to under his legs and upper back, carrying the smaller boy bridal style
He walked through the halls of the (LastName) residence to (Name's) room, wincing everytime his bruises or scars would start to feel sore as (Name) had not finished patching him up..
The curly haired male laid his partner down on the mattress and glanced at the window beside the bed.. It was late, he wouldn't be able to get home tonight.. He slid his hand in his pocket and took out his phone, Tyler quickly sent a text to his parents that he'll be staying at his boyfriend's house for the night...
He borrowed some clothes from (Name's) closet to change in, it was nothing special, just some hoodie that Tyler used to own that (Name) never returned and some oversized sweatpants. Tyler laid next to his boyfriend.
"Mmh.... Tyler..?"
"Yeah?"
"....Love...you.."
(Name) sent a small tired smile to Tyler before falling back into slumber... The other boy chuckled at this.. Tyler pulled (Name) closer to him, it only took a few minutes before Tyler too succumbed to sleep.
Now, I may have left out a few things before. The couple always had arguments– but they weren't frequent and they always made up in the end... They weren't unhappy being with each other, arguments in relationships are normal and they can hurt... But you'll eventually learn that this happens to everyone, some more than others and some less.
Now how do we argue less with our partners? If you learn how to live with the arguing from time to time then you're already halfway there! The last thing is to communicate properly, no yelling, just y'all talking about the problem and how to fix it... Of course, it's not just that easy, it takes time and patience!
Did I add a whole ass lecture/lesson at the end? Yes, absolutely lmao– but I'm kinda right tho, my proof? My parents, they always arguing but somehow.. they haven't divorced yet, and they still seem like they're still genuinely inlove with each other even after 13 years of being married! Anyways– I had a hard time writing this cuz I usually do angst wich gave me a hard time attempting to write fluff like— how am I even—? I tried a few other ideas but they just didn't give me that spark I usually get when writing something. Anyways, im not that proud of this one but I hope that you still enjoyed reading it!!
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he loved the mood, he loved the traditions, he loved scaring the people to his heart's content, you get the point. but he also loved it for another reason
every Halloween, many ghosts would interfere with the people of twisted wonderland. some wanted to prank and scare the alive ones, some wanted to explore, some wanted to see what changed or stayed the same
they wanted to visit Lilia
who are they? well, that is an easily answered question
you see, let me tell you the tale of a fae that foolishly fell in love with a human
decades ago, our beloved fae met a human. they got closer and closer, you see they didn't care that he wasn't human and they held no grudge against him. they stuck around him no matter what
and that's what got him to fall for them. every day, lilia waited for the young human to see him, send him a letter, anything. he saw them grow from a teenager to a young adult, eventually to an adult. and he would've seen them grow older if it weren't for the rivalry between fae and humans
one day they stopped coming to meet him, they stopped sending him letters. he visited their house, only to see a tombstone on their yard. he would never forget that dreaded piece of stone that signaled the death of his lover
he mourned for them, and tried to detach himself from them, until the first Halloween after their death came around
you see, sometimes, if a ghost is attached to something or someone in the living world, they return as ghosts until that attachment, that "issue" is solved
the day of Halloween we woke up to the voice of his dead lover. he opened his eyes and stood up straight, thinking he was hallucinating. he saw someone who was supposed to be dead with his own two eyes, they were just a tad more grey-ish comparing to the lively skin colour they used to have
he started crying and tried to hug his beloved, he almost fell through them. the once solid shoulder he used to lie on and relax was now barely solid, and the warmth was now replaced with a chilly feeling that almost sent shivers down his spine. that didn't stop him from clutching at their spirit-like form as much as he could
after that day, it became a habit for them to meet on Halloween, spend the day together and then leave eachother in the morning. lilia started counting the days till halloween every year after that
ever since silver remembered himself on halloween, he remembered that ghostly presence he would see every halloween. his dad told him that the ghost was someone very treasured to him, that traveled a lot and could only come back on halloween. as a kid, he didn't understand why they were gone for so long, but he knew that his dad was very happy whenever they came home
once he was in night raven college, lilia was scared that they wouldn't find him. oh but they did. he was ecstatic on that first halloween of his as a first year when he saw the oh-so familiar ghost in the door of diasomnia
when they swore they'd find him wherever he went, year after year, lilia felt the most loved he had ever felt. even if his lover had long left the mortal realm, they still stuck with him, they still found a way to him, even for a single day, and that was enough for him
Halloween was an important and beloved holiday for all, but for the two lost souls that didn't care for the realms of death and life, halloween was truely special.
WHOOO OKAY, THIE STARTED AS FLUFF WITH A HINT OF ANGST BUT UHHH, I THIS IS MORE ANGST THAT FLUFF. anywho uhhh yesh, slay lilia and his ghost lover, lilia has so many writing options tbh
a/n: I got a mint flavored lip gloss and I'll make it everyone's problem
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they say that every person has a certain scent or flavor that you can attach to them. if you asked silver about his partner's he'd tell you that it's mint
at first he started catching glimpses of them putting on a certain lip gloss from a small tube that they always seemed to have in their pockets. well, whenever he was awake that is
they had to explain to him what lip gloss is and what was its appeal. they even tried to put on him, only for him to wipe it off quickly and once again ask them why they seem to like it so much. they claimed it was purely for hydration. they were a liar
soon after, he started waking up with a weird feeling on his forehead and cheeks. whenever he used a mirror to see what it is he saw small lip smudges, which were shining under the sun. they were translucent but almost had a blue hue in them
he started asking them about it but they feigned innocence. but well, they couldn't hide the fact that some parts of the lips, coincidentally the ones that come in touch when you give a peck to someone, were not as shiny
at some point he got used to the feeling and didn't wipe of the shiny lip smudges. once he forgot to wipe it off before going into diasomnia. sebek was less than pleased when he saw silver with a shiny lip stain on his cheek. lilia on the other hand was amused
but his favorite thing was kisses. oh sevens, kisses
whenever he kissed his partner he loved the fact that they wore lip gloss. he could always feel it the second his lips met theirs, the mint leaving a tingly feeling on his lips. the more they kissed, the more he could taste the mint, and great sevens did he love it
he always licked his lips after every kiss with his partner, trying to catch the leftover mint on his lips, which always caused them to giggle at him, or I suppose on the fact that he was adorable
silver never understood the appeal of lip gloss. he didn't like the feeling of it, he didn't u derstand why someone would spend money on it and he didn't understand what was the big difference that it made
that however doesn't mean that he didn't like the mint flavor that came with every kiss his partner shared with him
im still alive, hi hello. halfway through writing this I remembered that idk how to write fluff soooo slay me :D
