Can you write for like all the datesbles in date everything x a dancer reader/ who is a stripper?
Feel free to Ignore!
Airyn | Amir | Bobby Pen | Chance | Curt & Rod | Daisuke | Dorian | Drysdale | Eddie & Volt | Farya I Harper | Hector | Keyes | Koa | Kopi | Lyric | Mateo | Memoria | Miranda | Parker | Reggie | River I Skips | Winnifred | Zoey
Airyn:
She loves to watch you dance. With or without clothes, it matters not to her. The expression of yourself is something she adores to witness. If it’s in your home, that’s great. If you’re making money? Go get it! You look sexy while you’re doing it and she will tell you as such. She has a habit of giving you feedback on what her favorite parts were if you’re using your dance for seductive purposes so you’re never left wondering how exactly to win her over. Although that’s not her intent with telling you this. She just wants to express her admiration.
Amir:
He commits everything to memory. Every curve and stretch of your body is something he follows with his eyes. He’s absolutely enthralled and captivated by you every single time he sees you but especially when you move so fluidly. If you ever offer him a dance, he’s grabbing a mirror so he can watch you from every single angle.
Bobby Pen:
Flustered. So very flustered but they’re trying to pretend that they’re not. They try so hard to keep their eyes on you but they keep darting away. Hands are hovering and they don’t know what to do if you offer them a dance. They just sit there awkwardly, looking the other way, with their hands balled up in fists at their sides.
Chance:
Is convinced at first that you’re just messing with him when you offer him a dance. Then he realizes your serious. It completely goes over his head that you’re flirting with him and he tries to give you money at the end. He’s 100% thinking that you’re just doing what you do for your job, roleplaying that you like someone, and you don’t actually like him. Once he realizes otherwise though, he begins to get more confident. Especially when he sees you practicing. He’ll come up behind you and wrap his arms around you loosely, giving you time to move away before he starts grinding against your ass. His grip tightens.
Curt & Rod:
Absolutely throwing some playful shade at people who are throwing their money your way while simultaneously being people who throw money your way. Standing to the side, whispering to one another while they watch you about how talented you are.
Daisuke:
He writes poetry about the ways in which you move. He’s absolutely going to be there in a heartbeat while you’re practicing if you need someone to spot you. When he’s realized, with his particular line of work he falls in and the way yours has you, the two of you may even end up sitting for hours on end together while being drawn.
Dorian:
He’s less watching you and more watching everyone else who’s eyes are on you. Assessing for threats and drunkers who may have wandering hands. There are times though where he’ll glance your way and his eyes will soften. Do expect trap Dorian to make a suggestion for a private show once maybe.
Drysdale:
He’s watching with the eyes of a fellow artist. He’s taking in your technique and style. He’ll compliment you on it in ways only someone who understand can. Once he’s realized, he may even ask you for advice on how to dance in this particular way or maybe it came up before then. If he’s in a good mood, he may even agree to doing a duet with you.
Eddie & Volt:
Expect to be asked by Volt, even just teasingly, to preform at the club. If you say yes. He’s going to short circuit. Him and Eddie both. Volt will be glued down to his seat the entire time. Eddie will be half heartedly attending to people, eyes flitting between drinks and you. Both absolutely in awe of you. You’re open to preform there any time.
Farya:
She will absolutely watch you practice. She may even be tempted to touch you when you stretch and bend, wanting to feel how your body moves like it does. She’s not the biggest fan of watching you work but the art in and of itself is something she does admire. It’s not that she has a problem with what you do, she just doesn’t like how while you’re working you’re seen less as a person sometimes and more like an object so she’d much rather just watch you as you practice.
Harper:
She is there every single night. Watching you and you better make eye contact with her or blow her a kiss at least once. That’s all she wants in order to relax. A lot of conversations about how this is just your job and something you do for money. It’s not even that she’s worried about you cheating. Her accusing Dirk was less about a fear of him cheating and just of him leaving. She knows better now. She just doesn’t like the way that some people look at you. They don’t look at you the way she does with adoration and affection.
Hector:
Oh, how he adores to watch you. It’s one of his favorite things. To see you so free and expressive without having to fear about himself speaking or doing something wrong. All he has to do is bask in the glory that is you. It’s perfection.
Keyes:
Expect songs composed for you based upon your movement. It’s sped and flow, the way in which you move your hands and hips, your breath’s changes as you go through different motions and the stretch of your muscles. All of these will be included in the songs she composes about you. If you dance to them, she will be enraptured but not once does she miss a single note.
Koa:
Watching you is the epitome of beauty to him. He simply sits and stares, utterly entranced by you. Resting his chin on his hand and watching you with warm eyes.
Kopi:
Oh, she is blushing. Her eyes are flickering between you and what she’s doing, completely and utterly unfocused on what’s in her hands. If you offer her a dance, she is stumbling her way through explaining how she just likes to watch you. She does also like to listen to you explain the intricacies of each little detail.
Lyric:
Writings cannot accurately capture the delicateness of each curve, sway, and dip you do. Each is a feat he enjoys to watch. He’s looking and watching, utterly entranced, knowing there is not a way to describe with words the grace, beauty, and sensuality of which you possess.
Mateo:
When you practice, some of the inanimals are at your feet, trying to trio you up accidentally as they vie for your attention. He tried to keep them away from you at first but when you assured him they were alright and you enjoyed spending time with them while honing your craft, he let them be. He adores seeing the way you expertly avoid stepping on them and sometimes pet them with a hand or a foot while you move.
Memoria:
A glass of wine in one hand is almost a must when she watches you, only because she loves you you’ll pluck it from her and set it down right before moving to hover above her. It gives you a reason to be in her space.
Miranda:
Will you dance with her at one of her shows? Yes, she is absolutely getting distracted but if anything it makes her hit her notes better and adds a breathy note to her voice that people seem to adore. A very attractive aspect of her live shows to her audience.
Parker:
We’ve seen how this man gets about his own body. But yours? Oh, he has no reserves about that. Watching you move is something he makes no effort to hide how much he enjoys. He may even come up to you and make a comment about how with so much skin exposed, he’s tempted to bite it so people know you’re taken. chomp chomp
Reggie:
He hates watching people lust after you and one should know how he feels when he’s hateful. Whispering some things that may be degrading, just a bit. Okay, probably a lot. But when it’s just the two of you? You get back at him by throwing your clothes at his face and oh, how he hates that too.
River:
The back and forth with the grace, bends, swoops, dips, and twirls all remind her of well, herself. So very fluid. She craves to compliment you and may even ask if you’d teach her some of the basics. It makes her feel empowered to be in control of the flow of her body. With your hands occasionally guiding her? Well, it makes it all the more special.
Skips:
Honestly, at first it made him insecure. You had so many people fawning at you day after day. Why would you have any reason to come back to him? Then he’d begin to truly watch you (not everyone looking but you) and realize how your eyes closed during your performances. You weren’t paying attention to them but the feel of your body in the darkness your eyes could give you. He felt better after that realization.
Winnifred:
Oh, she loves to watch you work. Seeing you flirt and get flirted back with fills her heart. It warms her to know just how desired you are not just by her but by others as well.
Zoey:
She’s more of a disco girl, personally, but she understands the appeal when she sees you dance for the first time. It’s much softer and more slow than the fast past and sometimes jerky movements of the disco and she appreciates how it gives time to truly admire your features you put on display. She’d never ask or expect but she would shower you with compliments every time she saw you dance.
soooooo……. Since you said you were inspired for our lovely dateable women, may I ask for a day with yapper Airyn- I mean realized Airyn? Like she’s super talkative once she becomes realized, so it’d be super sweet to be that partner that listens and pays attention to her yapping session 😊
hello!! realized airyn is so adorable omg, such a contrast to her usual self!! thought it'd be fun to take her out to a carnival - i hope you enjoy :))
(it might be a little ooc due to the lack of interactions with her realized form, but i really wanted to lean into her enthusiasm!!)
cotton candy, ferris wheel
pairing: airyn x gender neutral reader
content warnings: spoilers for airyn's Realized route
word count: 1.4 k
You always knew Airyn as someone who delighted in being silent, so it was a delightful surprise for you to see her realized form be anything but. And where better for her to express her joy at her new life, you thought, than by going to a carnival for a day?
It worked out well. Valdivian was holding their annual “Forget About Our Capitalistic Ventures” summer festival, situated near the beach; you were invited despite being fired, likely as a plea from them to not sue, and encouraged to bring a plus-one. Airyn was coincidentally free at the same time, taking a well-deserved break from her stellar auctioneering career, and when you proposed the idea to her she did a somersault right into your arms.
Just heading to the carnival is enough to get her going. The whole way there, she vibrates in her seat, speculating at length about what could be at the carnival (you didn’t tell her, wanting her to go in blind) and talking to every stranger you meet along the way.
The minute you step inside, she squeals, and she grabs you by the hand to stare open-mouthed at each booth one by one. You laugh, startled, as you’re pulled along, and let her enthusiasm fill your ears.
She’s so beautiful when she’s like this, you think dreamily to yourself as you walk together. Of course, you had loved her when she was only an element, got to know her as intimately as your own breathing (since, after all, she literally was your own breath), but now she’s flesh and blood, you’re able to see that she’s really come into her own.
Her voice is still deep, rich, and alluring when she wants it to be, but it never masks how excited she gets when chirping hi to you over the phone, or how she gets misty-eyed when she sees a puppy in a stroller, always gushing to you about it and everything else afterwards when you next reunite.
Everything speaks to her, and so she speaks about everything at length. But she’s never once gone off-track - she finishes her train of thought immediately before beginning another one, determined to expound on each topic of conversation to its end.
You loved her as air, just getting to hear her voice when she let you, but god, do you love her even more now when she tells you whatever is on her mind. And you couldn’t be happier that you have a front row seat to it.
‘Look look look look look — over there!’
Airyn’s voice snaps you out of your reverie as she points at the centerpiece of the festival - a massive Ferris wheel, cabin seats segmented all around with the Valdivian logo stamped everywhere. It’s garish, corporate, and frankly ugly, but you bite back any criticisms you might have in favor of her smile as she turns to you, eyes sparkling.
‘We should absolutely go! It looks so cool — doesn’t it look cool?’
‘Oh, most definitely,’ you chuckle, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. ‘But maybe we should check out the other attractions closer to the ground first? And,’ you whisper, leaning toward her ear and pointing at a cotton candy machine over her shoulder that she’s not caught yet, ‘I’ve been told they have some pretty good sweets here, too…’
She shrieks, ’Sweets??’ and practically barrels over to the machine, her light, translucent outfit flapping around her as she runs. You see — and hear — her asking the bemused operator if she can have the flavor “all” from far away, and, grinning, jog over to join in on the fun.
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The day passes in a flash, but you remember every moment as if its own photograph. In one, Airyn’s auctioneer habits take her over as she gets into a loud public bet with the carnival barker, and they successfully manage to almost double the number of people attending. In another, you get on the flying swings ride and are reminded of her boundless energy as she soars through the air — even when she’s yelling and whooping at full speed, it seems as if her voice hasn’t been affected at all.
The cotton candy is so good you decide to get it three times, teeth be damned. Though Airyn gets a different color combination each time, you stick with pink and blue — the swirls in it reminds you of her hair, both now and what it was before, and it melts in your mouth as you savor the taste.
It’s evening by the time you finally get around to the Ferris wheel. The sky pinkens and reddens above you, allowing the clouds to shimmer and drift more lazily across the sky. As you climb into one of the cabins, Airyn latches herself to the window and begins talking excitedly about everyone she can see from it: ‘the little kid with his 4-flavor ice cream cone, the couple in cargo shorts and graphic tees who’ve just won a giant stuffed lion, the carny who got knocked into the dunk tank…’
You begin to ascend as other people are loaded onto the ride, and Airyn stays where she is for a few minutes, taking in the view as you’re positioned higher and higher. Eventually, she turns back to you, still beaming, like you’re the newest amazing thing she wants to comment on.
‘Ahhh, this is so wonderful — I haven’t had this much fun in ages! Although I have fun at every auction. And every time I wake up and breathe. But this is a different kind of fun. It’s thrilling.’ She settles back into her seat. ‘And before today, I hadn’t ever considered how much weight I actually take up here. Have you thought about that? We’re going to be up in the air, at the mercy of gravity, and aghh it’s just so cool — the finite human experience.’
‘I’m glad to hear it.’ You sit back, too, and watch her gracefully, yet giddily, clasp and unclasp her hands each time she wants to make a point. ‘It’s really nice how you have such a zest for life now, you know? I remember when you thought this was beneath you, and you preferred the silence.’
She gasps at that. ‘Are you kidding? That’s because never realized how wonderful life could be before!’
You feel a lurch underneath your feet as the cabins start moving upwards again, the ground falling away under you. Airyn jolts, unclasping her hands, but chooses to place them at her sides instead of buzzing.
When she speaks again, her tone is just as excited, but it carries an air of contemplation - there’s a certain wistfulness you spot in her that you haven’t heard since she was an air current.
‘I never really realized before how much life had to offer until I got to taste the air as others did. It’s funny how I used to worry about fading into nothingness, but now I know I can leave something tangible behind.’
She laughs, breathy, and sweeps a hand through her hair. ‘And even then, I still haven’t left my old self. The air is everywhere. It carries the gulls across the boardwalk, it swish swishes through the grass, it helps push the waves you hear along. There’s so much to talk about. And if it’s something that lets me be who I truly am without letting go of who I used to be — then why wouldn’t I use every breath I take to the fullest?’
You lean over to kiss her lightly, then, planting your hands to your sides as well and tilting yourself as far as you are able - you’re only able to get around halfway, stuck in place with your lips out as if they’d touched a frozen pole. Airyn giggles and closes the rest of the gap, meeting you in the middle. Her mouth tastes like cotton candy, too, sweet and sugary and light, and like everything you love about who she’s become.
You stay like that for a few moments, perfectly in equilibrium.
Suddenly, you can feel the cabin stop, swaying from side to side, and shift your eyes over to look outside the cabin door. You can see the beach in all its glory here, and the lights of the Valdivian carnival below - and, below that still, a thousand little black specks moving like ants, each one of them another person with their own fulfilling lives to be had.
‘Airyn.’ She looks at you, mouth parted, pale cheeks flushed, white eyes blinking at you.
‘Look down.’
And Airyn, as she does with everything else in the world she’s ecstatic to call home, looks, gasps, waves, and yells with the never ending supply of air present in her lungs:
‘HELLO DOWN THERE, EVERYONE!!’
a/n: after two weeks, it looks like i finally remembered what an em dash was
Heyy I love all ur works sm, I'd like to request for a match up, in the form of head cannons or reason, you can pick!
Characters I'm not rlly comfortable with: Fantina, Hector, Tina and Dishy...
If it's okay, I'd prefer male/non-binary characters, but if you think I'd match with a female character better I'm okay with it too!!
I'm considered short (?) at 162cm, I'm Chinese and have long hair with some blue streaks! (Dyed ofc), I use she/her pronouns
I lovee reading and writing, I daydream in my own world and doze off A LOT, too much actually... I'm interested in a bunch of animes, typology, Date Everything (obviously), and also playing instruments! Preferably drums. My fav dateables so car are Doug, Daisuke and Dunk. (They all start with the letter D, we don't talk abt that shhh)
I'm pretty quiet irl and don't exactly talk much, I usually just write and write non stop about some form of world building scenarios that I'll probably never share with anyone. The only time I do talk about it is just me laying down on my bed, staring into thin air and just yapping to myself lmao
I don't really like people who are loud and obnoxious, not because they did anything to me it's just they're usually way too much for me to handle yk?
Some fun facts about me! I own 7 cats, and I love each and every one of them. I loveeee V-kei and rock music.
OKkayyy that's all from me ヾ(＾-＾)ノ
- 🍏 Anon.......
I pair you with… Σ(°ロ°)
Airyn! 💨
Shared introspection : You both find meaning in reflection, literally, with Airyn and figuratively, through your writing and journaling. She’s observant and thoughtful.
Elegant and calm presence : Airyn’s vibe is graceful and understated, nothing flashy or loud, which aligns with your dislike of overly hyper personalities.
Respect for creativity : You love writing, reading, and daydreaming. Airyn complements that beautifully: she reflects more than she speaks, making her a perfect companion for your quiet world-building sessions.
Comfort in solitude : Both of you are comfortable in quiet moments: Airyn as a the air, silently breathing, and you doing your creative work in peace. This mutual appreciation of space creates a safe emotional resonance.
Headcanons
You lie down on your bed, journaling your latest world-building idea. Airyn leans gently against the wall, carefully watching your pen’s movements, mirroring your thoughtful pauses.
When the room heats up (literally or emotionally), Airyn tilts slightly to catch the cool breeze, and you smile, knowing she senses your need for quiet comfort.
You type out dialog in your head for your characters. Airyn reflects your text as you read it aloud: accurately and encouragingly, like a supportive echo.
Airyn cracks a gentle wink when you mutter a snarky note to yourself, a small but meaningful acknowledgment of your sense of humor.
You lean against her while typing. She shifts just enough so your can see yourself in her translucent skin so you can see “both versions” of yourself in comfort.
When you blush after writing something deeply personal, Airyn’s surface warms slightly, as if she’s quietly acknowledging your vulnerability.
On sleepless nights, you catch your reflection in the mirror, then see hers slowly brighten, as though to say: "I'm here, even when you're tired."
You doubt your voice: that your world-building and writing will never be enough. Late at night, Airyn softly breathes the words “Yours is a world worth exploring,” right onto your page.
When you drift off mid-sentence, Airyn blows air towards your writing so the pen stays close: not to interrupt your flow, but so your ideas don’t stray.
On days you feel unseen, you stare into the air, wishing for clarity. Airyn directs the airflow towards you, letting the cold seep through your skin, reminding you that you're already seen, deeply.
PLEASE WRITE FOR REALIZED RIVER AND AIRYN X FEM READER
PLEASE FEED ME PLEASE PLEASE
Every single day she comes back home, she begins with a recount of what’s happened during her day.
She’s come to learn she’s something of a verbal processor and if she doesn’t tell you, she may forget.
She tells you about all the smallest, tiniest things that made her smile and angry.
She never loses her train of thought.
She’s always on track with what she wants to say but when it’s her turn to listen, she is the best at it.
She’s engaged, asking you so many questions. It gives you insight into your day that you didn’t even know that you needed because you will be telling her about your day.
Often times she’ll go through her day, voicing her thoughts beneath her breath in a way that says she doesn’t realize she does it.
It makes it all the easier to figure out the things on her mind because she’s never really cross with you.
All the talking leads into great communication, in fact she does listen to audiobooks on the subject because she wants to learn how now that she can freely.
Of course, there are moments of fumbling, but if there’s ever the slightest thing you or she does that causes the other to be disgruntled, it’s almost immediately dealt with due to how much the two of you speak.
There are moments of silence, yes, but those are normally when you’re both doing your own respective things.
She would absolutely love it if you’d cuddle with her on the couch and introduce her to your favorite shows.
You’ll catch her sometimes, simply staring at herself in the mirror. Twisting and turning to get better views of herself, so very happy how nothing really has changed.
She likes to take her fingers and press them into both her own and your skin just to watch it bounce back into place.
She comes home smelling like all sorts of different things which normally leads to her heading straight into the shower to rinse off.
She has a habit of using non scented shampoos, conditioner, and body wash.
This is something that does also bleed into your own habits because she’s constantly surrounded by essential oils and artificial smells, she just loves to smell the true scent of your body.
And oh, how she loves your body.
Do not expect to go long without being marked in a place that she will get to see often.
Maybe not other people but get used to wearing low necklines because she really likes to look at this lingering evidence that she was there.
In contrast, she actually doesn’t really care much if you leave a mark where people can see.
If anyone asks, she’ll just take it as an excuse to begin talking about you.
She does not understand fully how this will make it awkward when you eventually meet this person if you do or if she does she just gets so caught up that she doesn’t remember she should care.
Yes, she’s had her own insecurities about what she’s looked like but that’s because she was always changing in ways she couldn’t control.
She asked you to do this, encouraged it, and wanted it. If someone asked, she was going to tell them.
