forget me not

moadiary.redbubble.com 𐔌^. .^ 𐦯 ⋆˙⟡ shane ⊹˚ she/her ✴︎˚∘ 25

[spring214]

masterlist

love and deepspace

xavier

⋆.˚✰ only room for one

⋆.˚✰ yeah it's simple and it goes like this [ongoing]

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10 part 11 part 12 part 13 part 14 part 15 part 16 part 17

rafayel

⋆.˚✰ spin me around, sweep me off my feet

all 5 LIs

⋆.˚✰ walking with you

⋆.˚✰ my main

[lettersfromlads]

FROM: XAVIER TO: MY STAR

So the packages arrived. I was wondering why you suddenly went quiet.

I assumed you were busy. Maybe resting. Possibly thinking about me.

…That last one was optimistic, in hindsight.

Instead, you were opening boxes. A lot of them, from what I can tell. Characters from your games. Anime figures. Carefully wrapped, neatly displayed, given your full attention.

And then there’s him. Lumiere. I don’t think I like the way you said his name. You didn’t say mine like that this morning.

Interesting... Because from where I’m standing, my star, it looks like I’ve been replaced. Not permanently, of course. I’m not unreasonable.

Just… temporarily sidelined by a collection of very well-packaged rivals. (Some of which, I should note, are currently receiving more affection than I have today)

I watched you pick one of them up earlier. You smiled. Do you know how long it’s been since you looked at me like that today?

…Exactly. I think this is very serious. I might need reassurance. A lot of it. Possibly immediate.

No, I’m not being dramatic. This is a completely rational response to being emotionally abandoned for merchandise.

…Alright, maybe a little dramatic. But still. I’m sitting here, wondering if I should start competing.

Do I need to come in a box? Would that help? Should I stand very still on a shelf and wait for you to admire me?

…Actually, no. I wouldn’t last five minutes. You’d get curious and poke me. (You always do)

Still. I think you owe me something. Compensation for emotional damages. For neglect. For the very clear favoritism I’ve witnessed today.

I haven’t decided what that looks like yet. But I’m leaning toward something that involves you putting all of that aside, coming over here, and reminding me, very clearly, that I’m still your favorite. Preferably in a way that leaves no room for interpretation.

Take your time. I’ll be here. Patiently waiting.

Don’t make me come over there and rearrange your priorities myself, my star.

[keypostos]

caleb is 10 when he realizes that he's a physical touch fiend. the rush he gets when his hand lingers on top of your skin after playing with you is like no other. when he presses into your side while you're reading, his thoughts always circle around one topic: you, you, you. when you would run into his room after a nightmare, caleb was ready to swoop you in his arms and hold you until you fell asleep. every response towards you was involuntary.

caleb is 15 when he realizes that teasing 13-year-old you becomes irresistible. when he holds up your book, pencil, or some other item in the air, he watches as you jump up and down to try and grab it back. he's grown a lot in three years; if he had to estimate, he's a whole head taller than you now—20cm at least.

when you throw yourself onto him in an attempt to get your stuff back, he falters. you're laying against him on the couch, shuffling and moving up and down over his body, and caleb's breath hitches. you're so close and right there.

he's going insane. you can't even stand up for five seconds before caleb pulls you down against him once more, saying something about retaliation or revenge while tickling you to death.

caleb is 20 when he's about to leave for the DAA. there's an air of silence around the house. you've trapped yourself in your room more often, stressing over your senior finals. at least, that's what you've been telling him.

"i'm sorry caleb, i really need to study for this test."

"oh! i totally forgot about that project i had due tonight. shit, i'm sorry caleb. we'll have another movie night soon, okay?"

he doesn't know if you're actually this busy or if you're actually ignoring him. all he does know is that he misses you. he wonders about how he could miss someone who was in the room across from him. you were so close, but so far.

when you found out he was leaving—though you had a grin on your face while congratulating him—caleb knew you were devastated. he wondered if you were secretly mad at him for leaving.

two weeks before his departure, he practically forces you to be around him. he laid down next to you like before. he stroked your hair while you napped on the couch. he teased you and picked you up so you could hit him and grab him like you used to. he always chose to put his arm around you during a movie. he dragged you by the hand all around the neighborhood. he needed to all of that again, a thousand times more.

but at 24, it seems like there may have been a wedge between the two of you. calls are more and more infrequent.

"sorry, space signal sucks," he'd type.

"sorry, i was busy with training!" you'd reply, 2 days later.

he thinks that he would do anything to go back to before. he hasn't felt you in months. he sees you only twice a year.

it's hard. it was excruciating during the first few weeks. not only was he dealing with bootcamp, but he always found himself looking to his side, thinking you'd be there with him. at night, you were there, right next to him in bed.

he imagined that you would whisper words of reassurance in his ear. you'd hold onto him like you used to, when you had nightmares, and wrap your legs between his. there were days where we stroked his necklace, wishing that it was your hand instead. what he would give to have you next to him.

all he wants is to be able to feel you again. he chastises his 10-year-old self for taking you for granted back then. he wants to feel the apples of your cheeks when he caresses your face. once,—when he was 13 (you, 11)—he did that, and he thought you had a fever the way you warmed up. if he could, caleb would build a time machine to go back to that.

caleb is 25 when he is out of your life.

he thinks about you every day. it reminds him of when he was in bootcamp five years ago. it takes him back to when he was fifteen; you were on top of him, and his brain was fried to a crisp. caleb wonders if he's always been this way, because he can recall that at ten, you were still the only thing consuming his mind.

even during his arm repairs, you're there throughout all the pain.

when you discover his metal arm, all of caleb's instincts point to the door. he's spent so long trying to hide it from you: it's the constant long-sleeves (even though they made him incredibly uncomfortable), or making sure to only touch you with his left-hand (even though he wanted to pull you in with both hands).

but he stays. because it's you.

you freeze momentarily, listening to his writhes and moans of pain. caleb only notices you're there when he feels your hands brush his shoulder. he jolts back in surprise, and he sees you looming over him.

he stammers something, not even sure of what he said because you're here. you see him. you see it.

caleb's wanted this for so long. he wanted to see you again, in a state where you were both vulnerable, like old times. however, that moment probably wouldn't have come if he doesn't confess about this, so he relays the details.

you listen attentively, eyes wide with shock as caleb goes on. your hands wrap around his metal one, and he feels nothing. it's agonizing. he sees you examine him so gently. your fingers trace over bolts and plates of metal, lightly stroking up and down his arm. and caleb feels nothing.

how often has he dreamed of this? for you to be touching him again, so intimately and softly? he's stayed up countless nights wishing for you to be here, just so he can put his arms around you in a crushing embrace, only to be incapable of feeling you on one side of his body.

you pull away from his arm, asking if the fleet was accountable. when he doesn't say anything, he feels your weight lift off the bed and go towards the door.

whatever happens next is involuntary. he uses his flesh arm to pull you back, caging you between his forearm and his chest. there's no thought to it, no rationalization. it's just you and him. and he's been deprived of this for so long.

he breathes into the crevice of your neck, and he has half a mind to place his entire face there. he wants to breathe you in after being away from you for so long. no conversations, no contact, no touching. the last time he was this close to you was years ago. he needs this, caleb thinks.

the feel of you against his bare chest is something he cannot seem to describe. it's like he's his teenage (or even kid) self again, where he seems to short-circuit whenever he comes in contact with you. you're still small compared to him, but you fit perfectly like you did a decade ago.

he lets you go after he feels you trembling. you don't hesitate to place your hands on his waist and tackle him onto the bed. you catch him off-guard as you pin him beneath you, looking straight into his eyes.

"hold me," you plead, "with your right hand."

caleb lets out a shaky breath. there are voltages of electricity flowing through him—literally and figuratively. his skin sparks alive when he feels you. will it be the same with the metal arm?

slowly, caleb raises his mechanical arm. he wraps it around you, and feels the movement of your back shift downwards. you released a breath you didn't know you were holding. caleb held his.

you wait patiently before caleb starts running his metal hand up and down your back. you watch him exhale as he continues. you press your forehead on his, and you breathe in tandem with him.

caleb is 25 when he discovers that he loves physical touch.

wow like i didn't expect this to get so long... but like here we are???

i think we need to start embracing touch-starved caleb in all of our fics. this man hasn't seen the love of his life in YEARS (infrequently, anyway) so i think once she touches him (like INTIMATELY) for the first time in years he goes a little cray.

also sorry the ending was rushed i wanted to get this over with bc i intented this to be like 500 words but obviously it got way longer than that. what can i say... this freak has dug into my brain.

[enthusiasticarsonist]

fuuuuck I'm glowing pink in the night in my room again. fuuuuck

[suiyuzu]

panty sniffer loser caleb, yes, but consider…panty sniffer otaku zayne…

a/n: your idol side questing leads you to sell some of your underwear. icky, but you’re not about to turn down a fat check from zayne_905

zayne practically jumps the poor delivery guy the moment he hears the doorbell ring.

heavily breathing, he rushes to sign off the piece of paper held out for him to confirm he’s received his package. the delivery guy awkwardly takes a small step back as zayne, eyes bloodshot, blown wide, mumbles a low ‘thanks’, grabs the box and ducks back into his darkly lit home.

zayne would sooner rip the layers of the package apart to unbox his precious gift buried deep inside, but he holds himself back. no, he mustn’t risk the possibility of doing any damage to the precious fabric just because he’s desperate. there would be plenty of time for that later.

practically shaking, zayne undoes each layer of tape carefully, to reveal…a perfect pair of delicate lace panties.

yours.

he falls to his knees as he nose dives into the fabric, the base of the panties pressed against his mouth and nostrils like a mask, his chest heaving, letting out a groan of relief as he twists and turns onto his back so he’s laid flat on the floor, panties held to his nose as if he’s been deprived his whole life.

he’s hard, probably has been hard the minute the package arrived on his doorstep. zayne tries to calm down, but how could he? these panties were once worn by you, maybe even on stage as you preformed. they had brushed against your soft thighs as you pulled them up towards your hips, they had been graced by the presence your folds, they had rubbed against your pelvis…god, his pants were practically burningly tight.

you’ve sprayed perfume on this pair of panties before you sent it off to him (he’d rather you didn’t, but he doesn’t mind). zayne is familiar with this scent, actually. he smelled it on you when he shook your hand at meet-n-greet no.52, the same event where he gifted you a little light up snowman and you signed his album. you’ve also left a kiss mark in red lipstick in the corner.

zayne takes a long, deep, lick across the crotch of the panties. he smacks his lips afterwards. hm. is that discharge he tastes?

he desperately wants to wrap them around his dick and jerk off to it, but again, he holds back. he doesn’t want to ruin the lace with pools of his sticky semen…yet. so he keeps licking, sucking, sniffing the fabric like a whiny dog on the floor, with one hand deeply entrenched in his pants, relieving himself.

just as he cums for the third time, hips lifted off the floor, the door opens again.

“what the hell?”

caleb stands in the doorway, having woken up after a long nap, dragging his body pillow of an anime girl into zayne’s bedroom.

“dont…you can’t look at me like that…” zayne heaves, before trying to regain some of his composure and sit up. “you’re just as bad.”

[bisonwares]

Showing off the Arapaima I made! (Pattern also made by me)

This was the test of the new pattern and I love her. 🎏💕

[apatheticfluorescence]

some hyper famous artists like Van Gogh transcend overratedness and become underrated because they're so normalized. Like I'll look at a van Gogh and I'm like wait this really is amazing you guys don't get it

[headspace-hotel]

Shakespeare is like this

[insufferablepirate]

Every time I see a Van Gogh that’s not one of his better known pieces it absolutely blows me away

Have you seen this shit my liege? smh unreal

[subcondeeznutz]

fih

[sirrellin]

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[rafayelspet]

Hihi, how do you think the lads would react to Mc getting into a situation where they get hurt and basically get up and walk away from it. Like they fall down the stairs or like trip and just pop right back up acting fine cause it was embarrassing.

you good ?

looooool that's exactly how i would react. i don't know why i feel so embarrassed getitng hurt or falling down ... anyway, here ya go ! thanks for your question :)

tags : zayne , caleb , sylus , xavier , rafayel x reader , not proof read

zayne

really depends on how bad your injury is. if you miss a step and fall down, he knows that the injury might be minor, but the embarrassment is bigger. in that case, he shakes his head and gives a sigh, like an exhausted father that has witnessed the 3948458th fall of their kid

he'll ask you if you are all right afterwards, in a low and subtle tone as to ensure that you can still keep your pride in check lol

won't be laughing at it because zayne is a serious doctor that hates seeing people get hurt. and seeing you hurt is even worse

might actually become physically more bossy with you, as to prevent more falls and accidental trips, like having his body closer to yours, a hand gently resting against your lower back as to guide you, his eyes constantly glancing your surrounding and the path that you are walking, etc ...

i think deep down, he likes to see you stand strong and nonchalant towards pain ; it's almost like a proof to him that you are going to be all right in the event that he isn't there

in the case that you are truly hurt, zayne becomes a doctor real fast : he's analyzing your injuries, questioning you about the pain and any symptoms, what treatments you need , etc ... forget about using humor to get yourself out of this situation. zayne's entire focus is to heal and make you well again

he's also wondering why you got injured in the first place : were you not paying attention ? are you feeling weak, faint or shaky ? did you eat enough ? are you well hydrated ?

caleb

best friend energy, laughs at you if he knows you're not really in pain. teases you while tending to your wounds

i honestly think he'll dramatize your wounds a bit more than what it really is. why ? because that means he can take care of you longer, and it also means that he might become more dependable in your eyes

like if you missed a step and fell down the stairs, caleb will tell you that you might have twisted your ankle even though you only got a small scratch on your knee. he'll insist that you hold his hand while walking, or have him carry you around the house, or that you hold his arm and lean against him so you can avoid putting pressure on your "twisted ankle"

forget about acting all nonchalant when you get lightly hurt : he's going to ragebait you

sylus

similar to zayne, except that he won't verbalize his worry as much and instead, analyze the cause of your injury. is it truly as simple as just an accident, or is there something more behind that accidental injury (like your head is elsewhere because of a problem ? any weakness or recent injuries that could have caused this ?)

a mix of zayne and caleb, will tease you while tending to your wounds

forget about acting all nonchalant, he's carrying you in his arms, makes you sit somewhere (preferably on his lap) while taking care of you. will tease you about how cute you look acting all tough (but deep down, admires your strength and strongness)

also, if this accidental injury happens again, you can expect sylus to modify the environment. like if you fall down the same steps / stairs, sylus will 100% change to another type of stairs

he'll suggest that you take a day off and chill at his house, because why do you even need to work when he is here ? especially now that you are hurt (even if it's just a small wound)

xavier

not buying your nonchalance and tough act, will right away carry you and tend to your wounds quietly, all while ignoring your nagging and squirming

he's a little bit like caleb, but in a more possessive and serious tone : he'll use that fall as an excuse to hold your hand. he'll twist this fall into a more serious tone, insisting that you need to hold onto him or you're going to get hurt again

if you are seriously injured and you try to dismiss it, he'll get frustrated and mad. you're not leaving his hold and his field of vision, won't let you lift or do anything that he deems worse for the injury

once you are feeling ok again, xavier will subtly ask for some compensation, reward or gratitude back ... not in words though. he'll say something along the lines of ''you're my partner and so it's normal that i take care of you, baby ... but you know, you can always show your gratitude if you want'', or ''you're my partner, so it's normal that i take care of you. it's also normal that you take care of me as well'' (and he's not referring to any of his injuries)

rafayel

laughs at you, will for sure try to record or take a picture of you

will think it's even more hilarious if you try to act all nonchalant and tough afterwards ; he's a mix of sylus and caleb, in the sense that he'll ragebait and annoy you (like caleb), but under his teasing and playful remarks, he's also a little bit worried and analyzing if you're truly ok (like sylus)

amongst his playful and loving insults, he's also complimenting you. something like ''how can someone even fall so gracefully?'', or ''you looked so embarrassed earlier, cutie -- so cute !''

he's also like xavier, in the sense that he will want some kind of gratitude back for tending to your wounds. except that he isn't as subtle as xavier : ''what would you do without me, cutie ? you're so lucky that i'm here and taking care of you. look at how well i'm putting the band-aid on !''

just like when rafayel is sick or hurt, he'll get extra clingy and use that fall as an excuse for you to stay closer to him. he'll take this opportunity to insist on you taking days off and rest with him (even though it's just a small cut or bruise)

[ooppo]

I remember one time I got INSANELY high off of edibles while playing Among Us, and it quickly became apparent to the other players online. I forget how honestly but literally anything "sus" I did was ignored by everyone because I was so fucking high. I tested this theory by standing in front of a body and the person that actually reported it didn't even mention me. The funniest part was when I was trying to do wires, I kept fucking up over and over again, so I was just standing in front of wires for actual minutes trying to figure it out. A small crowd of players gathered around me to watch and would get mad every time someone reported a body or emergency meeting because "she's never going to get her tasks done if you keep interrupting them." I don't think anyone cared about winning at that point, they just wanted to see the high crew mate succeed in her tasks.

[the-infinite-casmos]

[ooppo]

THIS IS 1000% ACCURATE LMFAO. Thank you op

[ooppo]

Ohhhh yeah

Reblog to let prev know their presence is wanted

[milflaralorvan-deactivated20231]

when you see your little kitty walking toward you at a leisurely pace and say "hi baby!" bc you're excited to see her and she starts trotting a little bit faster 'cause she's excited to see you too. that's what life is all about i think

[maidthings]

"this is unbecoming of me" is genuinely a useful thing to have in your mental toolbox

[fake-lancelot]

[lettersfromlads]

FROM: RAFAYEL TO: MY CUTIE

You’ve been frowning at your photos again. Don’t try to deny it.

I can see the way your expression changes, like you’re looking at someone you don’t quite recognize, and you’re not sure you like what you’re seeing.

I wish you could see what I see. Not the angle. Not the lighting. Not whether your hair fell perfectly or if your outfit sat exactly the way you imagined.

I see the way your eyes move first. How they catch on everything... colors, shapes, little details most people walk past without noticing.

I see the way you exist in a place. You don’t just stand in it, you soften it. You make it warmer. More alive. And somehow you think a still image, one second out of thousands, is supposed to capture that?

That’s not fair to you. Photos are… stubborn things. They flatten everything. They miss the way you laugh right after the picture’s taken. The way you shift your weight, the way your expression changes when you think no one’s looking. They miss the best parts.

And those outfits you were excited about?

They didn’t betray you. I promise. You were glowing when you put them on. I remember.

You had that little spark in your eyes, like you were stepping into a version of yourself you really liked. That doesn’t disappear just because a camera didn’t catch it the way you wanted.

…Cutie. You are not “wrong.” Not in those photos. Not in those clothes. Not like this. You’re just used to seeing yourself through a harsher lens than anyone else ever would.

If I had been there, I would’ve taken a hundred pictures of you. And not the careful, posed ones. The real ones. You mid-laugh. You turning away. You not ready. Those are the ones where you shine the most.

So don’t delete them. Even the ones you don’t like. Especially those. Because one day you’ll look back and see what I see now.

Or, if you don’t, you can hand them to me. I’ll remind you. Every single time.

If you think you look wrong, then I must be completely hopeless. Because I haven’t been able to look away from you for a second.

[cesavi99]

Deepspace hunter

[minyoonjin]

how can anyone be so soft, so boyfriend shaped...💜