#hehe I could write a modern au of this that would be fun

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NO. 1 PARTY ANTHEM feat. MYDEIMOS [1/3]

it’s difficult trying to juggle your college life, a minimum wage cafe job, and the emotional chaos of falling a little bit in love with people you definitely shouldn’t be falling for: the guy who takes the same train as you every morning without fail, the golden-retriever boy with a pretty smile who keeps on buying coffee just to talk to you, and your sarcastic nerd of a roommate who “swears he could care less about your wellbeing” (he is in fact lying).

it’s fine, right? you’re totally fine.

(yeah, no. you are absolutely not.)

other parts: phainon and anaxa (to be added)

content: female reader, modern + college au, reverse harem trope, fluff, hurt/comfort & crack overload, mydei is balls deep in love with you (all three of them Highkey are), reader gets harassed by a weird customer in phainon’s part and has a panic attack, mentions of reader being sick and experiencing the canon event of burnout in anaxa’s, reader overall struggles with the College Experience™ but gradually learns how to navigate it, very self-indulgent and based off of my personal experiences

author’s note: ignore how my most recent fic was posted MOONTHS AGO. im back!! with a newfound love for amphoreus (clearly). i had so much fun writing this hehe <3 my love for these 3 silly little guys is insane. this is just mydei's part and i will post phainon's and anaxa's segment soon so stay tuned!! think of this as a pilot episode if you will :3

wc: 3.5k

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MYDEI – COMMUTE BUDDIES (OR MAYBE … MORE) ?!

there’s this guy you always see on the train every morning, and it doesn’t take long for you to find out that you both go to the same school. he’s quiet and kind of unfairly attractive and you’re totally normal about it. except–spoiler alert–you’re not. like, at all. (but neither is he!)

You always catch the 7:00 train. Sharp.

At least, on the days when you’re not scrambling out of bed and throwing on the most presentable outfit your closet has to offer, with approximately three minutes to spare before you miss the last early train and get stuck in the disaster known as rush hour. Thankfully, days like that haven’t been coming too often for you lately.

It’s always been the 7:00 one. Always the same train car, and sometimes even the same seat—if it’s vacant. Any train earlier than that gets you to campus way too early. Any later and you’re stuck in a shitty crowded car with an onset headache to plague you for the rest of the morning, and that’s the very last thing you want.

The thing about your life lately is that it has you in a damn frenzy most of the time. And weirdly enough, it's routines like this—even something as simple as setting a designated seat for yourself—that keep you sane. A little pocket of normalcy that you think is nice, because it's familiar, and something to expect.

And then there’s him. 

You’ve seen him every morning for weeks now, down to the same train car, even. You’ve seen people from your campus come and go on the 7:00 train, but he’s always in the same one as you. Or at least, most of the time. You almost expect him to be here nowadays (for no particular reason–it’s not like he’s really pretty or anything), and get a little bit disappointed whenever he’s not. He always has that quiet energy to him–hood up, headphones in, and leaning slightly against the window with a huge duffel bag in between his legs that you’re pretty sure would kill you if you ever had to carry it across campus.

He doesn’t talk. You sometimes wonder what he’s listening to, but never dare to actually ask. Other times, you see him doomscrolling on his phone and laughing (at what, you don’t even want to know—Instagram reels are becoming extremely questionable nowadays), yet you feel yourself unconsciously smiling too.

You swear you’re not a stalker. He’s just a friend crush (that’s definitely all there is to it), and you’re just extremely observant.

You’re not totally sure when you realized that you both go to the same school, but one day, you noticed him get off the same stop as you, and watched him disappear into the general direction of your campus building. Now, it just feels like common knowledge. Of course you go to the same school as him. Of course he almost always takes the same train as you. He’s practically a part of your morning routine at this point, which is… weird. But oddly comforting, in a way. You’ve never actually spoken to each other, but you’ve noticed how he glances up at you whenever you board. Just once, brief and subtle. It makes you wonder if he recognizes you, too.

It gets to a point where it starts feeling less of a coincidence and more like a pattern that you’ve started to look forward to.

The day that you finally talk to him for the first time, it’s raining. 

You stayed up far too late finishing a paper that’s already past due, and it shows–everyone on board could see that you’re only running on fumes. You manage to sit down onto the nearest seat with heavy eyes, pulling your hood down with splatters of rainwater all over it. With your earbuds loosely in, you don’t even have the energy to check if he’s on the train, and just let the sound of the rain pitter-pattering against the window gently lull you to sleep.

You fall into a dreamless slumber for the entire train ride. You don’t notice the train eventually slowing at your campus stop. Don’t notice the other students gathering their things, already making their way to leave. 

Oh, but Mydei does.

Ever since you stepped on the train this morning, he’s been a little bit concerned for you. You didn’t even stare out the window like you usually do. Didn’t spare a second glance at your phone, or bother to look in his direction at all. You just closed your eyes and slept like you hadn’t in days (and judging by the way you practically melted in your seat the second you had the chance, maybe he was right).

So when he glances over his shoulder, just as he’s about to leave, and still sees you completely knocked out?

He freezes. And then almost lets out a laugh, not because it’s funny (well, maybe it is a little funny), but because he’d never truly admit it out loud, but you looked a little… cute like that. Which is not a thought he should be having about a complete stranger that he’s never even talked to. What the hell is wrong with him?

The train jerks, and the doors begin to open, and Mydei realizes he needs to act fast–both for his sake and yours. He steps toward you quickly, traversing everyone that’s still shuffling out the doors, and hesitates for only a fraction of a second before gently tapping your shoulder. “Hey.”

Nothing. He’s almost amused. You sleep like a rock. 

So he tries again, tapping a little more incessantly this time as the speaker overhead begins to announce the next station, which is in a completely different city from your campus location… so Mydei’s growing concern starts to become a little bit more warranted. Taking the train back was not about to be a part of his morning, and he’s certain that you don’t want it to be a part of yours, too. “Hey, this is our stop.”

He almost considers shaking you awake, but your eyes finally flutter open, just in time. You blink repeatedly to try and ground yourself. “...Huh?”

“You’re gonna miss the station,” says the mysterious guy standing over you. He almost… looks a little familiar. If only you could see. “Come on.”

Your vision begins to clear, albeit still fogged with exhaustion. He’s… tall, blonde, and wearing a dark hoodie. He also has a nice voice. And he’s kind of–

Wait.

Wait a minute.

You finally register who’s standing in front of you.

Holy shit. Did I die? Is this heaven?

You don’t actually say that out loud, by some miracle. He’s even more attractive when you’re not staring at him from across the train car, and better yet, he’s right in front of you. It’s certainly a pretty sight–there’s warmth in his voice, the same calmness in his expression, and your wildly beating heart is still trying to figure out why he’s talking to you, of all people.

And then—all of a sudden—his words finally catch up to you, and so does the terrifying realization that the train is still very much at your stop, and it will not wait for you to finish gawking at the man in front of you like he’s some sort of eye-candy (well, he certainly is—but that’s besides the point).

“Shit–” you say, immediately getting up on your feet and grabbing your bag from the floor, avoiding the questionable gazes of the other passengers. You hear him laugh beside you, and that’s when you decide that even if you aren’t a dead man yet, you’re certainly about to meet your end now. “Holy shit–thank you so much,”

You step off the train with him in a daze, just barely missing the doors closing behind you. The rain’s stopped, and you heavily consider jumping off the station, or maybe even lying down on the tracks. Any plan works, so long as you never resurface on Earth ever again.

You don’t know what to say as you gradually regain your composure, and you almost want the ground to swallow you whole at this point. 

But then he looks over as you both start walking across the platform towards campus, and finally breaks the unbearable silence. “You looked so comfortable, I almost didn’t wake you.”

You blink up at him, face caught somewhere between amusement and lingering embarrassment. “You really considered leaving me behind? It’s a pain in the ass to get all the way back here.”

“I know. And I thought about it,” he says with a genuine straight face, so deadpan that you almost do a double-take. For a moment, it seemed like he wasn’t joking, but the way his eyes soften–just so very slightly–says otherwise. “But then I figured I’d save you all the trouble, you know? You looked like you had enough going on.”

His words make you laugh, startling you with how easily it comes out. You can’t help it. He’s funny, in an almost unintentional way, and suddenly, he doesn’t feel so distant anymore. He lets out a small smile too, just barely, and there’s a strange warmth blooming in your chest. It’s almost like his gaze (which holds something akin to that of the sun), is slowly cracking through the clouds and deciding to settle there, right under the crevices of your ribcage.

It feels… nice.

“Seriously, though,” you mumble, a little quieter this time. “Thanks. For waking me up. I, uh–didn’t catch your name?”

“Mydei,” he says, and maybe it’s the way he says it, or maybe even the way he’s looking at you–like you’re familiar to him–it makes you feel like a little kid getting their favorite toy on Christmas Day. You say your name in return, and he nods, repeating it under his breath as if he were already familiarizing himself with it. Absolutely priceless. “I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess?”

You pause at that. You weren’t even sure if he’d noticed you after all this time. But now? He’s looking directly at you and waiting, like this little routine of yours was something you really did share this entire time, and it’s something to expect for both of you now. “Yeah, of course. See you tomorrow.”

And for the first time since you started taking the 7:00 train, you’re actually looking forward to it.

It’s silly, maybe. But that’s where it all begins, your little friendship with Mydei, and it's also when things start to change. Your designated seat shifts to the one right next to his. He starts saving it with his duffle bag before you finally board the train, and it becomes another part of your routine that neither of you has to talk about. And you also never miss the way his eyes light up when he sees you every morning, like you’re the one piece of the day that he’s been waiting for. 

With Mydei, there’s never any pressure to fill the space with words–the silence is actually something you find comfort in. Some days, you talk the whole ride to campus about anything and everything, until, much to your dismay, you have to part ways for class (those are the days you love the most). On other days, you rarely talk at all. Instead, you exchange a few words and sooner or later find yourself asleep right next to him, while he makes sure that you don’t miss your stop (like what almost happened before).

But that never happens anymore. Not when you’re with him.

And then there’s the day it happens–the day you’re running on 2 hours of sleep again (unfortunately, days like that have been finding you more often recently, regardless of how much you try and take care of yourself), a vending machine granola bar, and a prayer that you’ll actually make it home without collapsing.

It’s past 8 p.m. when you finally drag yourself onto the train.

The fluorescent lights faintly hum overhead, and the seats are half-empty. It’s currently the awkward in-between hour, but you’re just glad that the evening rush period is winding down, and you’re granted a little bit of peace. Your bag feels far heavier than it should be, your hoodie’s too thin, and for a second, you seriously consider lying down on the seats. Thankfully, the sanitation risks of doing that, as well as your remaining decorum, both outweigh just how tired you are.

For a moment, you’re too tired to scan your surroundings. Your body moves on autopilot–one step after the other–and you don’t even register the familiar tuft of blonde hair sitting in the corner until he lifts his head. “Mydei?”

He blinks. Then, lets out a smile–soft and easy, and you think that sight is perhaps the only good thing to come out of today. You rarely ever see Mydei on the train back from campus, since you have conflicting schedules that never overlap with each other. Sometimes, you work overtime at the cafe if you ever need extra money. On other days—days that you literally have to pray for, your roommate Anaxa graciously offers you a ride home whenever the damn stars align and his schedule allows it (although it rarely does, much to your chagrin). And finally, there are days—grueling days like today, when there are far too many things to do after classes, even though there’s nothing more you want to do than go home.

You think that seeing him for the second time today is exactly what you needed right now. Like for once, the universe had finally granted you a cosmic favor.

“Oh. Hey,” he says, and he moves his duffle bag to make room for you, just like what he always does in the mornings. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Me too,” you mumble, sitting down next to him with a huff. You rub your eyes, which are already thick with exhaustion, and the familiar tiredness almost feels verbatim to that one day when he woke you up. At least the chair gives you a little bit of respite. And his presence–steady and familiar–does more to ground you than you expect. “What’re you doing out this late?”

“Just finished up at the gym,” he replies coolly, and you notice the way his hair is still slightly damp and smells slightly of cedarwood shampoo, clean and warm and way too good for your current mental state. (He’s swapped out his usual hoodie for a black compression shirt, and… Okay. How the hell is he not more popular with the girls?) 

You’re no fool, you wish you could ogle a bit more at the way that tight shirt hugs his muscles for a little bit longer, if only you weren’t running on sheer willpower right now. But still, you make the effort to stay awake. All so you could talk to him. “What about you?”

“Stayed after class. Had to finish a project, and time got away from me.” He nods at your words, doing a once-over at your appearance. It’s not in a judgemental way, it’s never judgemental with Mydei–it’s just in that quiet, observant way that he always seems to do things. 

The train car hums. You notice that you’re not exactly brushing arms with him, but your hoodie sleeve is close enough that it’s touching his whenever the train bumps. The proximity is enough for you to feel safe. Familiar. 

“You okay?” he asks after a beat, a little quieter this time. “You… need to learn to take care of yourself better.”

“I know,” you say, and you certainly do. And that’s the thing. It’s hard to take care of yourself when you’re simultaneously learning how to juggle fifty things at once, when at most, you were only ever equipped to juggle five. But it’s also challenges like these that help you grow a little more as a person. You’re trying. Even when it feels like you’re on your wits' end sometimes, like how tonight has you, you’re still trying your best. And hopefully, it’ll all pay off someday. “I just haven’t been able to sleep much. I’ll be okay.”

Mydei doesn’t push it. He just shifts slightly, letting his shoulder tilt a little towards you as if it were a silent offer. You glance at him, and he doesn’t look back, but you know that he sees you anyway. Really sees you, even though this entire day, you‘ve been feeling nothing more than completely see-through.

You two fall into silence after that, his soft, quiet breathing filling your senses. It’s familiar—the one you’re used to with Mydei, the kind of silence you get when you’re too tired to talk, but want to be there for each other anyway. And it's enough for both of you. It always has been.

You’re not exactly sure when your eyes flutter shut, but at some point in the train ride, the world feels a little fuzzier and a little quieter. The culmination of everything exhausting you’ve felt today finally hits you all at once, and you can’t help but fall asleep.

Then it happens–somewhere in your unconsciousness, your head tips to the side and lands softly against his shoulder.

And he freezes.

You don’t see it–how his breath hitches, how his jaw tenses and then quickly softens. How he’s afraid to move a single inch, in fear that he’ll wake you. How he swallows hard, like maybe if he pretends to be calm, he can stop his heart from racing. But damn, it’s racing like hell, and he’s anything but calm.

Because here’s the thing: If you’ve started falling for Mydei after all those shared mornings with him, he’s already a step ahead because he’s definitely fallen harder. He’s had a teensy little crush on you… for a while. It’s the easy, slow kind—the kind where you’ve begun to bury a little hole in his heart, and he doesn’t notice until you've already sunk your teeth in and he’s too far gone to just back out. You’ve carved such a special place within him without even trying… and now he’s got you asleep on his shoulder, like it’s nothing?

And maybe to you, it truly is nothing. But to him? It feels like everything right now, and more.

He has one hand hesitating in the air before carefully resting it on the seat behind you–not quite touching (no matter how much he wants to put his arm around your shoulder), but enough to shield you if the train ever sways. He’s so careful with you. Like you’ll break if he does something wrong. Like this moment matters, and that it’s far more than just you being exhausted. A part of his mind is trying to convince him that this was purely accidental, and that you didn’t mean to fall asleep on his shoulder. But then another part of him says that you trust him enough to be in this close proximity with him, regardless of whether you meant to do that or not.

And yet, he can’t help but take this opportunity to really look at you—as if you hung the stars yourself, because he knows that he’ll keep looking at you that way, even if you didn’t mean to do any of this. Even if you don’t know just exactly what you’re doing to him. 

And then you shift.

You nuzzle in a little closer, nose brushing the edge of his sleeve, and mumble something into his shirt that sounds a little something like, “...You’re really comfy.” 

Fuck.

Mydei literally forgets how to breathe. 

Because now, his suspicions were just confirmed–this was, in fact, not accidental, and he doesn’t know how long he can keep pretending that this is all casual to him anymore. Because this is anything but casual. You mean something to him, and that something is deep, even though he's only known you through these shared mornings and train rides. Moments like these are so simple, yet he wouldn’t trade them for the world.

And this is also the moment where he has his second realization: He needs to tell you how he feels, and soon, before he completely loses it. Before being your shoulder rest on the train is the closest thing he ever gets to holding you. To ever being truly yours.

Because if this keeps happening—and you keep looking at him the way you do, keep dozing off against him like this, mumbling half-asleep about how comfy he is to lie on…

Yeah, he’s gonna be a complete goner. 

And the worst part? Mydei doesn’t think he minds all too much.

[winteryreads]

Hi Winter! ❄️ I had a cute little request idea for Dr. Ratio. What if he tried out the triangle method on the reader?

The Triangle Method btw to save you the Google search: It involves shifting your gaze between one eye, then the other, and finally to the mouth, creating an implied triangle on the person's face.

Hope you have a lovely time zone 🩷 (sorry had to borrow your thing)

let me admire you so -dr. ratio x reader

synopsis: your lover did some research on the triangle method. he just wanted to test the method and gauge your reaction to see how you feel. he's just a whipped man on a mission.

warnings: possibly ooc ratio, but honestly... he's probably so soft and whipped for his s/o so who cares! but none! 

word count: 486

author’s note: thank you for requesting, ive, hopefully i captured your idea correctly! i even did a little research but still don’t think i did this right haha! do let me know if i did, in fact, write your request properly! but i had so much fun writing this, hehe! anyway, this is set in a modern au! hope you enjoy and you have a lovely time zone as well! <33

taglist: @axolotsofluv, @sqgeism, @vyyper, @your-sleeparalysisdem0n, @cmiru, @corvies, @sheyfu, @threnodians, @sswrillya, @raiinydayz, @chokifandom, @sillyseraphie, @riaruu, + @m1ckeyb3rry! let me know if you’d like to be added! 

your lover is arguably the most observant person you know. especially when you start talking. and god forbid you start talking excitedly and use your hands to wave around or demonstrate how an event happened.

Veritas typically arrived home around an hour or two after you did. you took time to rewind and think about anything and everything. you sat down on the couch in the living room and turned on the tv before grabbing a book. some background noise is always nice. you open your book and start reading, looking up occasionally when a cute animal on the screen is shown. the fact that an animal documentary is what the tv was set to before being turned off the last time gave you the impression your husband was up late one night and wanted something to lull him to sleep. but anyway, you read your book and get kinda immersed in it; it helps that it’s your favorite genre. you’re also taking in the noise. honestly, you just like listening to the documentary- it’ll be interesting to see if you get any information out of it. besides, your husband wasn’t home, so it’s not like you could bug him with everything that happened today.

Veritas would get home in about thirty or so minutes. you decide to take a break from your book and start watching the documentary a bit more closely. next thing you know, Veritas arrives home, opening the front door and greeting you with a kiss to the top of your head. 

“hi, love. long day?” he asks playfully, noticing you were watching an animal documentary. he sits down next to you on the sofa, getting comfortable quickly. he’s sitting next to you but his eyes are following your eyes, his own flickering down to your lips occasionally. but he almost eagerly awaits your response.

“something like that. did you know otters hold hands while they’re sleeping? it’s so they don’t lose each other, that’s really sweet!” you explain. Veritas is listening, he really is, but he can’t help the way his eyes keep glancing from your right eye, to your left eye, and then down to your lips. he’s stuck in a trance– he can’t help that you’re just so captivating.

“hey, why are you staring at me like that?” you ask, a bit flustered and now noticing how intently your husband was looking at you.

“i read somewhere where using the triangle method, gazing from one eye to another and then down to their lips, was effective. i simply wanted to test it out and gauge your reaction.” he replies.

“Veri, are you flirting with me?” you asked playfully.

“Is it working?” he replied just as playfully.

you then proceeded to tell your husband random otter facts for the next hour and a half. eventually you fell asleep curled into his side, but Veritas wouldn’t have it any other way.

©winteryreads 2025.

[chastiefoul]

valentines gone wrong ft. childe, scara, and neuvilette

a/n: yes. you read that right valentines work on september!! this is just something random i wanna write one day when i'm lying down and ofc i can't wait until february next year (also how is it alr almost 2 months since i posted something???) tags: just fluff, light-read, and everything in-between, modern au (?) just don't think too much abt it hehe - summary: it's valentines and of course you have plans to give sweets to your lover. however because one thing and another, you had to entrust it to someone else in hope it will be handed safely to them. what happened when it didn't?

childe

you went home excited, anticipating his reaction to your handmade sweets, however what greets you at the door was a sulky childe, who avoided eye contact as if his life depended on it as he limits himself to a a sentence everytime you ask him something.

“something happened today, babe?” you asked him worriedly, the chocolate was the back of your mind seeing the state of your boyfriend in. “oh something definitely should have happened,” he quipped, his lower mouth sticking out slightly. “that sounds like a dig at me, did i forgot something?” you asked as you follow his gaze to what he thought must be the most interesting flower vase ever. he shrugged, refusing to give you more.

frustrated by his rejection to tell you what’s wrong, you held his face with both of your palm, turning his face to yours. although the move met no resistance, childe still refused to look at you in the eyes and only now his childish grumbles turned into such a sad expression.

“baby? please tell me what i did,” you were gentle with it, rubbing your thumb below his eyes. “...late.”

“what?”

“chocolate. where’s mine? i saw you gave your friends one so i don’t think im crazy to expect one too, especially as your boyfriend.” he pouted and you swore it looked so adorable and so out-of-character of him that you wanted to kiss him—wait.

“huh? but i did give you one!” you claimed, confusion rose inside you. “huh? but i didn’t get it...” childe’s face matched your expression. “well technically i gave it to scara to give it to you.. did he not... give it to you?”

“i wouldn’t be this insufferable if i got one, you know that, but no he didn’t say anything—and also really babe? scara? the guy who hates and made fun of me every chance he got?” he crossed his arm, raising an eyebrow, as he questioned your questionable decision-making. “hey give me a break, i was in a rush there thinking i couldn’t give you the chocolate in time. and he made me say please three times before he said he would consider doing it-oh i see how i was wrong there.” your line of ramble humbled you, the silence was loud.

“maybe he just put it in your bag or something?” you offered. “you really think he’s someone who’d do that?” he asked. “in desperate times i’d give even scara the benefit of the doubt,” you stated, opening childe’s bag. and there it was, put nicely at the very top, your chocolate for your lover.

you smiled, for all the shit-talk scara gave everyone on a daily basis you knew you could count on him. “see? i knew he’s actually a big softie for stuff like this.”

childe practically runs to your side. “my chocolate? aw babe so you really didn’t forget me!” he peppered kisses all over your face, then clasping the sweet to his chest like it’s a new-born baby. “of course i’d never. but maybe next year i’ll just give it directly to you.”

“yeah? please do, today’s event just wasn’t great for my heart.”

neuvilette

“welcome home, dear.” you greeted him cheerily as he just arrived home. it was quite late, and you had entrust the chocolate you were supposed to give to him at a reasonable hour so he could enjoy it instead of giving it to him at home.

he kissed your temple in return, a smile you’re still head over heels for on his lips. but it doesnt quite reach his eyes. 

“what’s wrong?” you asked carefully. “nothing is wrong,” he replied, somehow looking nervous. “yet it’s strange for you to be looking so fidgety. tell me?”

“well,” he paused a little, stroking your hair as he pondered the best way to approach the sentence he’s about to say. “i saw you today giving chocolates to navia and wriothesley.. i couldn’t talk to you because i was in a rush to deal with an urgent case,” he said, not looking at you on the eyes. “oh, did that bother you? it’s just they’re such good friends of mine and it’s only friendship cookies-“

“no, dear of course not. i know you’re a loving person who always appreciate those around you, it’s just..”

“just?”

neuvilette looked like he didn’t hear the rest of the words after that you did make some for the white-haired male. a smile bloomed on his face as he shook his head. “no problem i will ask them about it tomorrow. i’m just delighted you kept me in your thoughts.” a gentle expression was loyal on his features. “well of course neuvillete, you hardly ever leave my thoughts, don’t you know?” he chuckled. “i’m familiar with that you see, considering you never leave mine as well.”

the next sentence was almost audible as he spoke. “do i not get one..?” he asked ever so softly sounding a little sad, his calloused hand ran across your arm, tracing along your vein as it touched your fingers and you're sure there's something wrong in your head because all you could think about that second was how adorable the usual charismatic man was being. yet you held your smile.

“of course you do! did it not reach you? i asked the guard in front of your door because i afraid i’d bother you at work hours. sorry neuvilette, i promised i made some for you, and i was so proud of it too...”

scara

“no i’m not.” he said, with the worst frown you’ve seen on him for a while and that’s saying a lot.

“you’re definitely sulking,” you said. “shut up,” he grumbled. “hey i was supposed to be one who’s doing the sulking. we’re nearing the end of the day and you haven’t even mentioned about the chocolate i gave you today!” you retorted out of frustration but most of all confusion because you had no idea what made your lover fall into such a bad mood.

“what.”

“what?”

“say that again,” scara said, “that i gave you chocolate?” you asked. “no you didn’t, you liar!” he complained, his frown deepened if that’s even possible. “wait what? i swear i asked childe to give it to you earlier today! i was ambushed by customers today at the shop so i was scared i couldn’t give it to you on time so i asked him. did it not get to you?” you explained.

“i came home empty-handed didn’t i? also really, that dense fool?” his displeasure was obvious upon the new information you couldn’t help but chuckle slightly. “don’t look so disgusted, he’s not that bad.”

“sure, although you know what’s bad? that i don’t have my chocolates right now.” he crossed his arm, fuming almost looking like a child who got their toys taken. “alright enough of your pouting. we’ll interogate him later. for now, i seem to have leftover ingredients, i’ll make you a new one.” you approached him, combing through the back of his hair as you planted a gentle kiss on his cheek. he replied by pulling you closer as he nuzzled into your neck. “it better be good,” he mumbled.

at the end you didn’t even make it to 5 minutes before scara followed you to the kitchen, insisting that he made it together too because he was ‘watching over you so you don’t mess up’ but personally i think he just felt bad because you need to make a new one and wanted to help you any way he can. that’s something he’d never admit even if there’s a gun pointing at his head, though.

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Dancing In The Shadows ~ LF [MATURE WARNING]

CONTINUATION OF THIS PIECE

WORD COUNT: 5.4K

GENRE: mafia AU, hacker reader, felix technically kidnapping her, insta love (sorry but its fun to write hehe) enemies to lovers? Cute, fluffy, SMUT MINORS DNI, protected sex, public sex (kinda) links into the other stories too ehe

PAIRING: Felix X Fem!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - February 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

Felix sat behind his imposing mahogany desk, his eyes fixed on you as you stood before him, pulling on the sleeves of your hoodie nervously as you waited for him to say something. You were the reason for his recent financial troubles...well, not really, Felix had more money than he knew what to do with but you'd been the one with the balls big enough to steal from him. The one who had infiltrated his bank accounts with such skill and finesse that even Felix had to admire your audacity. Felix wasn't stupid though, he'd done his research before he'd "hired" you, taking you from your boss with the impression he'd bring you back but it simply wasn't true.

Once he had you he simply wasn't going to just throw you back, you were a once in a lifetime catch and he wasn't dumb enough to drop that. In the hacking world, you were simply known as Firecracker. No one knew who you were by physical appearance but the jobs you would do told people what they needed to know. 

You stole from the rich to give to the poor, a real modern-day Robin Hood. If Felix wasn't so rich he would have been pissed off at you for trying it on him.

"You've got guts, I'll give you that," He finally spoke, his gravelly voice breaking the silence and making butterflies flutter inside of you, you hated them for it. Ever since he'd taken you from work you couldn't stop the tingles in your back or the butterflies whenever he'd touch you or speak to you. 

"Hacking into my accounts takes some serious skills. I should be mad, but I'm impressed." All things he'd already told you in the office but was going back over on his own, leaning forward he studied you closely. He wanted to know more about the elusive Firecracker that no law enforcement or underworld man had been able to catch. 

"So, what? You're going to kill me now?" You'd seen the man standing outside of his office with guns, he might have promised you a job when you were at work but who was to say it wasn't just some ploy to get you to go with him.

"I gave you my word. I take that seriously," Felix said as he leaned back in his chair, a sly grin playing on his lips as he watched you. While you were faking confidence he could see the nerves seeping out of you and it impressed him more than he would have liked to admit.

"I want you to work for me," He declared, you arched an eyebrow at him. 

"You've proven yourself to be quite the asset, and I could use someone with your talents, you already stated my computer security sucks...So fix it." He turned his desktop computer around and you blinked at the screen before turning back to face the man who was watching you closely.

"And if I refuse?" It wasn't like you had much of a choice but you wanted to know the repurcations.

"Then I'll have to resort to less pleasant methods of persuasion. But trust me, you'll find it much more lucrative to be on my payroll." Kissing your teeth a little you looked back at the computer. Despite your better judgment, you found yourself intrigued by the offer. You'd never worked for anyone but yourself in the security way before, but the idea of being affiliated with one of the most powerful crime families in the city was undeniably tempting.

"I have conditions." You weren't dumb, you were going to do this with rules in place. You'd seen enough movies and read enough articles about the underworld that you had to be prepared.

"I would be surprised if you didn't." A slight smirk played on his lips as he watched you scramble to think of something but he couldn't help but think about how beautiful you were, how cute he found it whenever you'd play with the sleeves of your shirt.

"I want full access to your network. I need to know everything about your system if I'm meant to be fixing it." He nodded at you, it was his full intention to give you anything you asked for. Hell, he'd give you a house and a more stable job if that was something you wanted from him.

"Okay. What else?" He got out a notepad, ready to write down a list of everything you wanted but you just stared at him,

"Lastly. Once I've fixed it, I'm out. No strings attached." The pen in his hand stilled as he stared down at the notepad, it had never occurred to him that you would want to leave but he nodded,

"Fine. But I have a feeling you'll want to stick around." He tried to make it seem as though he was joking but you shook your head.

"Nothing will make me stay, Mr Lee." You sounded so sure of yourself and maybe you were but now that Felix had you there was no way he was going to let you go so easily.

"Hmm. We'll see." He mumbled, getting up and readying his office for you to use.

With determination and skill, you set to work. You fortified Felix's digital defences, erecting layers of encryption and implementing state-of-the-art security protocols. It was insane how poor his security was for someone who was supposed to be the best of the best. You thought you would have been working alone but Felix watched you work the whole time. You spent every night in your own room in his huge house, the two of you would eat meals together giving you time to get to know each other which was something you were feeling unsure about.

The more time you spent with him the more you wanted to leave, growing attached to someone was never an option for you and getting attached to a criminal? Never. 

But Felix found himself falling for you and hard, every day you'd work he would watch you with a mixture of fascination and admiration, impressed by your intellect and resourcefulness.

But as the days turned into weeks and your job neared completion, Felix found himself growing reluctant to let you go. He had his men ruin some of your work so that you'd stay around longer but it was getting harder and harder to do that with how good your work was. He had grown accustomed to your presence, your sharp wit and unwavering confidence a welcome distraction from the monotony of his daily life.

You pushed your chair away from his desk, smirking to yourself. You were unbelievably proud of how well you'd done your job, despite the obstacles that had been thrown in the way. 

"I've fixed your security systems, Lix," You announced, Felix's smile dropped from his lips as he stared back at you. He knew this time would be coming but he thought he would have more time than this. 

"It's time for me to move on." You stretched in the chair, your heart breaking at the thought of leaving him but you weren't going to listen to it. Felix's heart sank at the thought of losing you.

"I- I still need your help," He stuttered a little, he hated that he was stuttering but you were the one person who turned him into a nervous wreck with just one look.

"I fixed everything Lix, everything is unbreakable." You weren't going to allow yourself to stay any longer, you'd already felt yourself falling and you wanted to stop it in your tracks.

"Firecracker...Come on, you're the best of the best. I need you around," He sounded desperate but he honestly didn't care, he didn't want you to leave. Not when he was so close to you now. As soon as you were gone he'd be alone and the thought of that terrified him.

"You'll find someone who's just as good." You shrugged, you knew people who could replace you and if he really wanted you could get him their names.

"I can't let you go." He said simply as the door to his office opened,

"You promised." Your voice was strained as you realised what he was going to do.

"I'm sorry."

"You said you kept your word!" You screamed as two of his men stood at the door, holding their guns another led you to the room you'd been staying in.

"I hate you!" You screamed at the door, Felix' stared down at the floor. He knew he could get you to like him, he just needed a little more time with you.

You were trapped, despite your skills, you'd been no match for Felix and his powerful organization. Reluctantly, you resigned yourself to your fate, knowing that you were at Felix's mercy.

It had been a few weeks since Felix had taken you in, every day you were forced to spend meal times with him. You hated him but at the same time, your heart was still falling for him, despite him taking you hostage. 

"Yn, you have to speak to me eventually," Felix stated as he watched you walk away from him. You'd spent most of the meals in silence, with Felix taking the conversations and talking about his day mostly. 

"Why? You want me to be some trophy in your grasp, trophies don't speak." You mumbled. It was the first time he'd heard you speak in weeks and even though it was a mumble it was music to Felix's ears. In the dimly lit confines of the home, tension hung heavy in the air as you turned on your heels to face him.

On one hand, you hated him for taking you but on another, he had taken you away from everything you hated about the real world. You were given the freedom to explore - with an armed guard by your side. You had no bills to pay, no responsibilities, it was nice...It would have been nicer if it hadn't been against your will.

"Yn, you have to understand," He pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation as he tried to justify his actions as if that was even possible. 

"I didn't take you hostage because I wanted to. I did it because... because I couldn't bear the thought of losing you." You scoffed a little, your eyes flashing with anger as you met his gaze, your fists clenched at your sides. He was unbelievable.

"That doesn't excuse what you did," You retorted, your voice sharp with reproach. 

"You can't just kidnap someone and expect them to forgive you because you're afraid of being alone." You grumbled at him, folding your arms across your chest, you weren't just going to forgive him for kidnapping you just because he gave you some piss-poor excuse.

Felix winced at your words, the weight of his guilt pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket. He knew that he had crossed a line, and had violated the trust of the one person he cared about more than anything else in the world. Even though he'd barely known you, part of him knew the two of you were meant to be together and he wanted it to work more than anything.

But if he'd let you leave when you were supposed to, he never would have seen you again and this had been the only logical part his brain could come up with. 

"I know I messed up,"  He admitted, his voice thick with remorse, it was now or never to make it up to you. 

"And I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, I swear. But please, just give me a chance to prove that my feelings for you are real, that I'm not just some monster trying to control your life." Your anger softened slightly at his words, your heart aching with the weight of his confession. 

"I love you...I have a shitty way of showing it but I do." You blinked at him. Love? He barely knew you. 

"Your idea of loving me is to kidnap me and force me to stay against my will?" A pang of guilt shot through his chest as he stared at you.

"I'm sorry, Yn, I know I messed up and I'll do whatever it takes to make it right, but please...Just...Just give me a chance to prove to you my feelings are genuine." You wanted to believe him more than anything in the world but it was hard when everyone in your life had used love as a weapon.

"I want to believe you, Felix," You whispered, your voice tinged with uncertainty.

"But you have to understand that trust isn't something you can just demand from someone. It has to be earned, and right now, I'm not sure if I can ever trust you." Felix's heart sank at your words, the realization of his mistakes hitting him like a freight train. 

"I'll do whatever it takes," he promised, his voice trembling a little, he was willing to do anything to get you to agree to be his. 

"I'll make things right, I swear. Just please... please don't give up on me." You stared at him, biting the inside of your cheek as you thought about it.

"I'll have conditions." If you were going to give this a real chance then you were going to do it with your own conditions and speculations.

"Anything." He breathed out, relief sounding in his voice as you finally agreed to him.

"I want to go out more. Alone." You stated plainly, that all you wanted was time alone. Time to go out without someone watching your every move.

"Anything but that." He bit off a little, his tone unsure of what to make of that. What if you ran? What if you found a way out and never came back?

"You said you want me to trust you but you won't trust me," You snapped at him angrily, the anger bubbling over and finally spilling.

"Yn-"

"That's the only thing I want. Time alone." He sighed a little and rubbed the bridge of his nose, looking back to you before nodding.

"Fine. You'll come back?" You knew running would be useless but part of you didn't even want to run.

"I promise." You whispered as he watched you, his eyes narrowing a little as if he were trying to figure out if you were lying or not.

"There's a ball coming up. A charity one, you can go shopping for a gown and accessories." He told you,

"I don't have money," With that, he handed you a black car with a smile on his lips.

"Buy yourself something nice," You stared down at the black card. Oh, you were planning on buying something nice, but it wasn't just going to be one thing.

You found yourself decked out in silk and diamonds, courtesy of Felix's card that you'd kept on you ever since you'd gotten back from your little trip. Felix carefully walked you through the grand hall and smiled as he looked around, the event was in full swing as people began to mingle with one another. But you were the only person Felix wanted to spend all night talking to. Felix escorted you through the grand ballroom, all of these things had become to the same for him over the years but he would always make sure he came to them to donate a wealthy sum before leaving.

Only tonight, he wanted to stay. He wanted to take you out on the dance floor and show you off in the stunning dress you'd worn and let everyone know that you were his.

"This place is so beautiful." You gasped out, you couldn't believe your eyes. The opulent chandeliers cast a soft glow all over the room, soft music played through the hall and people chatted among themselves. 

"You look beautiful," He whispered in your ear, smiling to himself as he looked at you. Ever since you'd walked down to him that night he hadn't been able to keep his eyes off you, not that he ever did before. Your attention slowly turned to Felix who was dressed in a tailored suit, looking as handsome as ever.

"You look handsome," You whispered, part of you wanted to hate him for keeping you hostage but after almost maxing out his card - or so you'd hoped - you were starting to feel a lot better about everything.

Felix began to navigate through the crowds of people and the more you walked the more out of place you began to feel. All of the people in attendance were wealthy and powerful people, you were a hacker who had a chance incounter with a man worth more than you could possibly think about. The further you walked the more aware you were of the curious glances and whispered rumours that were being passed around. Felix didn't even seem fazed by them as he reached for a tray of champagne and handed one of them to you.

"To a wonderful night," He cheered to you, both of you drinking from your glasses until his phone started to ring inside of his pocket, smiling weakly he pulled it out.

"Hello...Yes, this is he," He mumbled into the phone before turning to look at you, and you smirked already knowing what the phone call was about.

"200K...Hmm," He hummed as he stared at you, he had to admit he was a little impressed with how much you'd managed to spend on the card he gave to you.

"No, not to worry. That wasn't fraud, just my future wife throwing a tantrum. Alright, thank you."

"Future wife?" You giggled a little as he licked his lips slowly and shook his head at you,

"200K? What did you even buy?"

"A whole computer system, a whole new wardrobe and some diamonds." You showed him the earrings you were wearing and he couldn't help but laugh to himself.

"You didn't give me a spending limit," You shrugged it off, you expected him to get mad but Felix was quite impressed. He never thought you'd be able to spend that much in one day.

"For you? There's never a limit baby," He smirked before kissing your lips softly. For a fleeting moment, you forgot about the dangers that lurked outside the ballroom walls, or that you'd been taken hostage by Felix. You just allowed yourself to feel happy, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and kissing him back deeper this time. 

Tonight, you weren't just some hacker girl that Felix had brought along to the ball to play Cinderella for the night and you weren't his captive. You were simply a woman lost in the enchantment of the moment, captivated by the enigmatic man at your side.

As you slowly pulled away from one another there was something different in Felix's eyes, 

"What's wrong?" You were almost scared your kiss had been bad but he shook his head at you, hesitating for a moment as he thought about what he could say to you. He wanted to let you go, to let you leave the home if that was what you truly wanted but part of him was scared you'd never come back. Taking in a deep breath he reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he cupped your cheek,

"Yn, there's something I need to tell you." Your heart skipped a beat as you stared at him, waiting for him to say something but your heart raced faster with anticipation. 

"What is it?" Your voice barely came out above a whisper as you stared at him. With a sigh, Felix searched your eyes, his gaze intense and unwavering. 

"I know that our relationship began under... unconventional circumstances," he admitted, making you smirk a little.

"But as I've come to know you, I've realized that you are so much more than just a skilled hacker. You're intelligent, brave, and fiercely independent—a woman unlike any other I've ever met." He had no idea where he was going with this, it wasn't something he'd rehearsed. But your heart was fluttering at his words, your chest swelling with warmth you'd never felt before.

"And...I find myself, drawn to you in ways I can't quite explain." Your hand slowly moved to cup his cheek and you felt how hot he was getting,

"You've become an integral part of my life. And I don't want to imagine a world without you in it."

"Felix..."

"I know I technically held you captive so...I understand if you don't want to stay with me but I needed to let you know my feelings are true." He looked at you, swallowing a lump the size of a boulder in his throat,

"But I'm going to let you go. You can leave the house, you can move out."

"Lix," You whispered, your voice trembling with emotion as you stared at him. His confession washed over you as you watched him closely, you felt the same way for him and hearing him say he was willing to let you go made you only want to stay.

"I feel the same way, I-I never wanted to...I always thought love was   just a weapon but you..." You didn't even know where to start with him.

"You care for me more than I ever thought possible." You whispered to him before Felix' blushed,

"Dance with me?" You added before he nodded, taking your hand in his.

As you swayed in each other's arms, the world around you faded into insignificance, leaving only the gentle embrace of the music and the warmth of your shared connection. Your head was rested against Felix's chest, your heart racing with a mixture of nerves and excitement. Despite the lavish surroundings and the curious glances of the other guests, you felt safe and protected in his arms, as if nothing else mattered but the two of you at that moment.

Felix held you close, his touch gentle yet possessive as you moved together in perfect harmony around the floor. With each step, he felt the weight of his past sins and regrets fall away, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment that he had never known before.

"Lix," You breathed out as you stared up at him, your eyes sparking a little as he stared down at you. In a moment of unspoken understanding, your dance slowed, your movements becoming more intimate as you gazed into each other's eyes. The soft melody continued to play, wrapping around you like a cocoon as you drew closer, your breaths mingling in the air.

With a gentle touch, he cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin as he leaned in, his lips hovering just inches from yours. your heart raced in anticipation, your eyes fluttering closed as you surrendered to the inevitable. You'd kissed before but now there felt a sudden pressure for this one.

Your lips met in a tender, electrifying kiss—a silent declaration of the feelings that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long. Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourselves in each other, the world around them fading completely as you shared a moment of pure, uncontrolled passion.

"Follow me," You breathed out, grabbing his hand in yours as you made your way through the crowds, ignoring the people who were staring and mumbling. Right now you needed Felix and you didn't have time for pleasantries as you made your way through the hall.

"Here?" He chuckles as he lifts you up onto the countertop of the bathroom you'd just dragged him inside of, your heart racing as you watch him closely.

"What if someone comes in?" He arches a brow at you before you drag him closer to you by his tie. He knew no one would come in, his men had followed him to the door and were no doubt waiting outside refusing anyone entry if they tried.

"Then they'll see we're busy and leave." You grumbled before kissing him, this time the kiss was deeper and more intense as you pushed off the blazer he was wearing onto the floor and worked on the buttons of his shirt.

"Someone's very needy." He chuckles to himself as you glare at him, you weren't in the mood for any games, you needed him and you weren't afraid to show it.

"Shut up and do something about it then,"

"Gladly." He groans, his hands rolling up your dress until he exposes your bare core and he smirks to himself,

"No panties?" He arched his brow at you and you giggled spreading your legs for him to get a better view. His eyes run down your body, his tongue darting out to wet his lip.

"You're so fucking beautiful," He groans, his hands drifting to your thighs, his knuckles catching on the edge of your pussy making you whimper.

"You take my breath away," He tells you breathlessly,

"Prove it." You demand, spreading your legs, his eyes drop to your pussy and he groans instantly falling to his knees. You were the only woman he would ever drop to his knees for like this. Having the great Lee Felix on his knees for you sent a power trip through you like no other. You grab his head as he trails his tongue along your slit making you whimper a little at him,

"Please." You plead with him, your hips bucking a little toward him as he chuckles softly sending vibrations all over your body. His tongue touches your clit, circling it, then tracing it down your centre and dipping inside of you, lapping you up hungrily. Your hands tighten in his hair, pushing his face closer to you as you grind against his tongue. Your eyes fluttered shut as your head rolled back against the mirror behind you.

"D-Dear God, Lix, please." You moan out as he removes his tongue, licking his head to look at you as he licks his lips.

"You taste like paradise," He groans before dropping his head and eating you out like a man starved, His eyes meet yours as he keeps his face buried between your thighs, your hips trying to get more friction as you cry his name out loudly.

"Felix!" You scream, his teeth gently biting on your clit as he sends you over the edge. Ecstasy washed through you as your hips shuddered beneath him, a giant smirk toyed on his lips as he got up from the floor.

"That was fucking hot," He moans out before kissing you deeply, your legs wrapped around his waist as you yanked him closer to you. The kiss was desperate, raw, filled with a need so strong you began to grind against his pants.

"You'll make a mess, firecracker," He chuckles softly before you pull away, unbuckling his belt and kicking his pants down leaving him bare in front of you. Felix was quick to reach for his wallet, grabbing a condom from the inside and rolling it onto himself as you wiggle your eyebrows at him.

"This is going to be quick," He winks at you, he could hear a commotion happening outside but you smirked at him. The two of you were at a ball filled to the brim with rich people and you wanted them to hear you getting fucked by him. 

"Lix, don't make me beg," You whine before he slams into you, holding you tightly as you groan, throwing your head back against the mirror so hard you were afraid it was going to break. You scream his name out as he pulls back and thrusts into you again, your legs wrapped around his waist as you bring him closer to him.

"Felix!" You cry out as the door handle jiggles, making you giggle as Felix chuckles to himself.

"Felix! Is that you?!" A man yelled from outside the door, you whimpered a little but Felix only continued to plow in and out of you.

"I'm busy fucking my girl, we'll be out soon!" He calls out before slamming into you again, your head rolling back as your hips bucked toward him. You dig your heels into his ass urging him on and his hand presses onto the mirror behind you, the other on your hips as he fucks you. His thrusts wild and hard as he groans your name out.

"L-Lix." You moan out as he continues to drive into you, your hands digging into his shoulders as you yank him closer to you, your release drawing closer as you cry out his name.

"I've got you, you can come, firecracker," He moans out, reaching his hand down and rubbing your clit roughly. Your release rushes over you unexpectedly as you cry out his name loudly, whimpering and bucking uncontrollably. Felix chuckles to himself, completely in love with the way you come undone around him but he doesn't stop.

He continues to fuck into you, one leg over his shoulder as he hits you at a different angle,

"G-God, YES!" You cry out as he smirks to himself, his fingers rubbing your clit as you whimper his name out, your third orgasm of the night already fast approaching as you whimper his name again and again.

"Come for me, firecracker. One last time," He grunts, thrusting harder as you cry out his name, your stomach clenching as you cum around him once again, clenching so tightly you send him over the edge and he spills into the condom.

The two of you stay like that for a few seconds until Felix carefully lowers your leg down and leans his forehead against yours, panting heavily as you let out a tiny giggle.

"Think people will stare when we go out there?" You leaned back against the mirror and watched as Felix smirked and nodded.

"Who cares?" He chuckled before slowly dressing himself. A loud banging sounded on the door as you rolled your eyes, someone was clearly desperate for the toilet or for Felix's attention and you hated them for it.

"I've got info for you!" Someone yelled from outside the door as Felix stuffs himself back into his trousers, did himself up and checked that you were dressed before opening the door he wasn't going to risk anyone but him seeing you.

"Minho," Felix greets with a smirk on his lips, the man glances in your direction before looking over his shoulder.

"Kitten, take Felix's date to the girls for a chat. The men need to talk business." You glanced at Felix to make sure it was okay first and he nodded, kissing your cheek quickly before you ran off with the woman Minho had spoken to.

The girls you'd been standing with were all so friendly and each of them had been telling you about their dates, you since learnt that all of them were with a criminal madman which had made you feel a lot better about yourself and Felix.

"I hate you," You grumbled, jokingly as Felix stood behind you, his lips brushing against the skin on your neck making your body shiver. The bathroom sex wasn't enough, you wanted to go back home and fuck until you saw the morning sun,

"I hate you more, my little firecracker" Felix smirked down at you before you swatted his hands away from you, but he successfully managed to get his hands around your waist and he smirked.

"Excuse us, ladies but we have some making up to go and do." Felix chuckled before dragging you away without a second to even say goodbye to them all.

"Hey I was having fun, who knows when I'll see them again?" You pouted a little, but Felix spun you around and pulled you into a tight embrace.

"You'll see them at our wedding no doubt." He shrugs as if it was the most casual thing in the world for him to say and you roll your eyes at him,

"You're that sure I'll marry you?" You quipped, he was. In fact, he was willing to put money on it.

"I'm sure I can convince you after a few more orgasms," He winks before you shove against his chest and make your way out to a car.

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SILVER HAIR AND MELODRAMA — SPIKE (BTVS)

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pairing: spike (btvs) x reader [modern au]

description: spike begins to regret buying the games console currently residing in your room when you develop a slight obsession with baldur’s gate 3 and one character in particular. now, he’s finding himself jealous of a pixelated blonde british vampire.

warnings: this is a bit silly but i couldn’t get the idea out of my head lol, bit of swearing, bg3 spoilers maybe for astarion, suggestive themes at the end, it’s also pretty short n sweet

author’s note: I’M BACK BABY! was plagued with this idea so had to write it. please let me know what you think and if you want more spike fics (or some astarion hehe). not sure how i feel about this bc it’s been unfinished for so long but hopefully you like it!!!

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“Oh bloody hell, again?”

You turned to peer at your boyfriend who had just climbed into your window, watching him lean against the sill with a pout on his face.

You paused briefly to shoot him a smile, before turning back to pause the game and engage in full conversation with him.

“Listen babe, you bought me the Xbox,” you hummed teasingly, “You basically encouraged this. And you got back just in time for the next Astarion romance scene!”

He scoffed, “Oh gee golly, lucky me.”

You laughed, shaking your head with a roll of your eyes, “C’mon sourpuss, come sit down.”

Reluctantly, he made his way over the couch and sat himself down beside you, momentarily softening as you leaned into him before huffing again when you resumed play.

“Can barely remember the time when I used to climb in through your bedroom window and be met with kisses ‘n’ love,” he tutted, “Now I’m competing for your attention with a bloody cluster of pixels on a screen.”

“Hey, no competition,” you shook your head, pressing a kiss to his temple before sticking out your tongue teasingly, “Not much, anyway.”

He scoffed, “What d’you even see in the bloke? He’s all silver hair and melodrama.”

It was your turn to scoff now, looking across at him with eyes that practically screamed ‘are you kidding?’ as he rolled his.

“My hair is blonde,” he folded his arms over with a grunt, “And I am so not melodramatic.”

You reached out to rub his forearm, “And yet here you are in a strop because I fancy a cluster of pixels on a screen.”

In that moment, your screen showed a small exclamation mark atop Astarion’s head at camp.

You giggled as you folded your legs so they were crossed and sat up straight to start the dialogue with your favourite character.

“Bloody shameless,” Spike narrowed his eyes, “Gettin’ all hot for him when I’m right here!”

Nudging him slightly, you let out a small laugh, “I am not getting hot for him! I’m just enjoying my game and happen to have a type.”

“Oi!”

Throughout the game conversation, and the romantic cutscene that followed, Spike spent the whole time continuing to grumble and making fun of things Astarion would say.

“Who’s this evil fella he’s whining about,” he gestured towards the screen after Astarion mentioned his desire to defeat his master Cazador, “and why don’t you fancy him instead if he’s so big and bad?”

“I’m assuming you’re saying that because you still consider yourself a big bad, babe,” you chuckled, “So can I remind you that pre-soul evil you… I was so not interested in.”

He gasped, “Hey! I could still be a big bad if I wanted to. And you so were interested in me. I saw you always giving me googly eyes and all that.”

“Googly eyes?”

“Lookin’ at me all like you wanted to either marry me or rip my clothes off,” he smirked, running his tongue over his teeth, “Not that I’d have minded either way, love.”

You’d paused your game now, eyes fixated on your boyfriend, who was matching your gaze intently.

“Well I’m not blind,” you discarded your controller and crawled into his lap, the game music quietly ongoing in the background as his arms curled around you and he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Well you fancy this silly video game bloke so your taste ain’t all that good, love.”

You peered up at him, “He’s a blonde — fine, silver haired—British vampire, with a satisfying redemption arc, a good heart deep down and a pretty face to top all that off.”

Spike seemed thoughtful for a moment, his eyes narrowed as he pulled you tighter to his chest, “He’s not even a proper vampire!”

“For someone who hates him so much, you’ve paid a lot of attention to his storyline, baby,” you teased.

He grunted, “Gotta size up the competition, duh.”

You giggled as you leaned up to nip at his jawline with soft kisses, showering him with the affection his silly jealousy seemed to have left him craving, “Like I said, he’s not real and not competition.”

Spike hummed in appreciation, hand curling tighter around your waist as he tilted his head down to capture your lips with his.

You matched the feverish passion immediately, hands curling around his neck as you shifted to straddle him now.

He pulled back for just a second, pouring like a petulant child, “See, I’m the one you should be gettin’ all flustered for. It’s only me who gets to actually make you feel like this.”

Your cheeks stained crimson at his words, lashes fluttering up at him as his warm breath fanned over your face and his hands moved down to cup your thighs close to him.

“You are, you idiot,” you whispered, kissing the corner of his lips, “It is.”

“Mhm, you can forget about Asterix or whatever his bloody name is,” the skirt you were wearing was completely ridden up now, his hand underneath it and palming the soft flesh of your thigh, “Wastin’ your time playing that game when you’ve got me here to take care of you.”

You laughed, “Need I remind you that I was playing it ‘cause you weren’t here. And it’s Astarion.”

“Ah so you’re replacing me with the pixel bloke, huh,” the teasing in his tone was still tinged with with a little tint of jealousy, “Go do good for five minutes and you need to get your rocks off watching animated you getting it on with an animated vampire.”

You shook your head, “Stop making this weird you jealous idiot,” another chuckle escaped your parted lips as you leaned over to turn the Xbox off.

“Jealous? Pfft.”

“It’s a game,” you hummed against his jawline, now pressing kisses along it again and down the length of his throat, “But this isn’t.”

Your hands brushed down the expanse of Spike’s back, gripping his t-shirt and removing it in one swift motion as he raised his arms and smirked at you.

Returning his hands to your thighs, it was his turn to laugh, “Oh I know that, sweet thing.”

Your lips met again, eyes fluttering shut as he kissed you like he really did need to show you he was better and more important than the silly crush you had on your favourite character.

He scooped you up, carrying you over to your bed quickly and gently placing you down on the bed beneath him, climbing over you immediately.

Your hands flew up to his bare chest, hooking round his neck to pull him back in for a kiss.

He smirked into the kiss, withdrawing his head for just one second as he began to unbutton your blouse, “That’s my girl.”

You loved how possessive Spike could be. How obsessed he was with showing you how he felt about you and just how much he’d do to make it known you were his.

“I love you, Spike,” you smiled, breathlessly mumbling the words as his hands kept you close to him.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he replied between kisses, pausing for a moment to shake his head as he remembered the previous conversation that had led you here.

“And I still don’t know what you see in him!”

“Would you just shut up and kiss me?”

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this has been in my drafts unfinished for SOOO long and i’m still not happy with it. but i hope you enjoyed — PLEASE request some more spike fics, i love writing spike so much !!! in the meantime, here is my masterlist <3

[eggluverz]

hello!! would like to request a modern au with blade, where he’s a idol and due to him being busy with work, he didn’t have the time to visit/spend time with the reader (can be gn! or fem!). hence, he took it upon himself to surprise his s/o

bonus points if they are in a secret relationship and let’s say the reader works as a barista, so imagine the chaos the cafe will be if they see idol! blade having a lover SHSHDHDH

take ur time to write it hehe :3

— EVERYTHING I NEED

In which you’re feeling down about not seeing your boyfriend in a few months and Blade takes time out of his busy tour schedule to surprise you.

PAIRING. idol!blade x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 1780

GENRE. modern au, idol au, fluff

NOTE. thank u for the request !! <3 i chose gn reader btw :) this was soooo much fun to write ٩( ᐛ )و i enjoyed this sm but warning it’s so very cheesy heh if u don’t like fluffy romcom cringe look away :3 hope y’all like it xx sof

It wasn’t always easy having a long distance boyfriends of sorts. A busy long-distance boyfriend who you sometimes didn’t see in person for months on end. 

You knew he was busy, but you also knew he dedicated most of his free time talking to you. The relationship was important to the both of you— There was no doubt in your mind about that. Still, there were times the sadness and loneliness crept in. 

Today was one of those days. 

It wasn’t a “special” day as one would say. It wasn’t your birthday. It wasn’t Blade’s birthday. And it wasn’t even an anniversary. But still, you missed him so much. 

You had gone months without seeing him. Your only solace was knowing Blade has gone just as long without seeing you and missed you just as much. He has been in and out of the recording studio whenever he had time in between performances, which limited your ability to call or even text each other even more. 

You were aware the life of an idol could get hectic at times, you knew that well before the two of you started dating. But at times, it took more of a toll on you than you would expect. 

“What’s gotten you so down in the dumps?” The voice took you out of your negative thoughts.

You turned to look at your close friend and coworker, Serval. You sighed, thankful afternoon rush hour had just died down so only few customers were at the coffee shop. “Nothing, really. Just missing Blade.”

She patted your back sympathetically. “I can only imagine. It’s hard enough barely seeing my brother because of military service.”

“How is Gepard, by the way? I haven’t seen him in ages!” 

“He’s coming back for a bit next month! We’re having a little party if you want to come,” said Serval excitedly. “But back to you and Blade. When is the last time you saw him?” 

“Over two months,” you said with a pout. You knew some people in long distance relationships would view that as nothing— Some would even be grateful that a month of not seeing their partner was a long time. But that wasn’t you and you felt yourself growing more dejected each day. “We haven’t even video chatted or called for longer than ten minutes in the last few weeks.” You tried to look on the bright side. “But at least I know he’s doing what he loves. I just hope management isn’t pushing him too hard.” 

“That’s a big ask for money-hungry corporations,” Serval said dryly. “Poor boy is definitely overworked. Have you seen their back to back show dates? It’s all over social media. I’m sure he’s using any possible moment he can to spend time with you without being too obvious and letting the press know about your relationship.” 

You nodded, trying to cheer yourself up the moment you saw a group of customers walk in. It was the end of work hours for most office workers around here so you mentally prepared yourself to give your best customer service smile. “I know he is doing his best. I just get sad about it sometimes, but I know it’s all worth it.”

“There you go.” She smiled. “And you’ll see him in no time, I’m positive. But for now, get ready for the evening rush!”

“One step ahead of you,” you sang, already at the cash register prepared to take the orders. 

As you greeted the hoard of customers and helped your coworkers make drinks if they needed extra hands, you realized the rush lasted longer than normal. 

“Is today international coffee day or something?” you asked as you passed by Serval. “It’s crazy busy right now.”

She shrugged, placing two drinks down at the ready table. “Not that I’m aware of. But this has been more than a rush hour. The sun isn’t even out anymore.”

“And people are coming in without buying anything or sitting down?” 

As you wondered what was going on, you heard a loud, high-pitched scream coming from outside. The sound was followed by more and more squeals of excitement. 

You and Serval looked at each other. 

“Speak of the devil,” she said, shaking her head with a grin. “What a grand entrance.”

All reason left your mind as you were filled with hope and joy. You looked back at Serval, asking for permission to leave the cash register. 

“Go,” Serval laughed. “I’ll cover the rest of your shift.” 

“Thank you! I love you!”

With a big smile on your face, you rushed out of the coffee shop and pushed through the crowd outside. Standing tall above the group of fans, Blade stood there with black sunglasses and a face mask— A poor disguise that did little to nothing to protect his identity. 

You lifted your hand up and waved from the back of the crowd, unsure if he would even be able to spot you amidst all the people. You wondered, even, if you should acknowledge him like this in public. You knew the press was crazy and the fans could be even crazier. Blade’s manager thought it was for the best he keep your relationship away from public eye. 

But he was right here. And you didn’t want to wait another second before running up to him and giving him the biggest hug. Still, you refrained. 

You did not want to jeopardize his image, no matter how much you wanted to give him a kiss right now.

Blade looked around the crowd before his gaze landed in your general direction. He lifted his shades to expose his captivatingly red eyes. When he saw you, he gave you a crooked smile. 

“There you are,” he called, his deep voice rumbling over the muffled chatter of his fans. “It’s been too long.”

He maneuvered through the crowd, ignoring all the photos his fans were taking of him. The only thing Blade was paying attention to was you. Not caring you were in front of a large crowd, Blade immediately takes you into his arms. Time stops as you feel yourself melt into his embrace. The scent of his expensive cologne filled your senses, your face warm as it laid flushed against his chest. 

“I missed you,” he murmured into your hair. 

“I missed you, too,” you said. “But when did you get here? I thought you were in another continent? And are we allowed to be like this in public?” 

As happy as you were to be with him, you didn’t want to get him in any sort of trouble with his management company. 

“I got here just a few hours ago.” Blade rubbed slow circles on your back, not releasing you from his embrace. “I have a show in two days but I needed to see you. And, yeah, I might get in trouble by management but who cares?” 

You pulled back urgently, looking up at him in concern. “You should care! I don’t want you to put your career in danger.” 

Blade frowned and closed to distance between the two of you once more. “Management has worked me to the bone for years, if they want me to keep working for them, then they’ll have to put up with this being public. I’m tired of hiding you.” 

Your arms wrapped around him, a small giggle escaping your lips at how ridiculous this must have looked to the public. You didn’t like being in a secret relationship either. You knew it was for his work, but when you happened to watch his interviews and had to hear him lie and say he was single, it hurt your heart, just a little. 

“Besides, at this point in my career, I’m sure they need me more than I need them,” he said with a cocky look on his face. Even with his mouth and nose covered by the mask, you could see it in the crinkle of his eyes. 

“That’s my Bladie,” you teased, running your fingers through his tangled hair. “Mr. Popular and you know it.” 

“And I also know I want to be alone with you right now,” Blade said with a smirk. “Is your shift almost over? Let’s go back home once it ends.” 

“Serval said she’ll cover the rest of my shift for me. We can go home now.” 

“Thank you, Serval,” he said happily. Blade held your hand as he lead you to his car. “I might have to drive a little fast to lose the fans that’ll inevitably try to follow us. Is that okay?”

You noted his mischievous smile and laughed. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say the thought of escaping them excites you.” 

“I’m a simple man.” He opened the passenger door for you and gave you a small slap on the ass as you crawled in. “Buckle up, baby.”

“I can’t believe you did that with everyone watching!” you cried as he gently shut the door. You shook your head even though you knew he couldn’t see it. “It’s a good thing I love you.” 

˖⁺‧₊˚❀˚₊‧⁺˖

When you woke up the next morning, your phone was filled with texts from your friends. You opened Serval’s first. 

Serval: LOL guess who’s famous now

Serval: #CoffeeShopASScape #BladieOnTheLoose ... all the trending hashtags are about you and Blade

Serval: I wish you luck LMAO

You stifled a laugh, only mildly concerned about what people had to say. As you shuffled around on the bed, Blade stirred awake. He inched closer to you and lazily draped his arm around your waist. 

“G’morning,” he mumbled. 

“Good morning,” you greeted, kissing his forehead. “Blade… Have you checked your phone yet?” 

“Yeah, when I woke up an hour ago. My manager let me know just how much chaos I caused over voicemail. Then I decided to go back to sleep with you and deal with it later,” he said simply. 

“Blade!” 

He noticed the furrowed crinkle between your brows and he rubbed it away with his thumb. “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll get it all sorted out eventually. All that matters is I’m here with you right now.” 

“You’re right. Let’s enjoy this before you have to go back on tour,” you said, placing your phone on your nightstand and ignoring the notifications lighting up your phone. “And if damage control is too hard to deal with, know that I’m always here for you. I’ll answer your call even if it’s in the middle of the night here.” 

Blade cupped your face and softly kissed your lips. “What did I do to deserve you?” 

“I ask myself the same thing,” you said with a smile. “Now, wanna get some coffee?”

[gel-cubes]

Jayvik RP Request

ok this could be a long shot but im gonna try it out anyway!

i have critical brain worms.

im looking for folks into a jayvik rp

i am 25 so i would prefer 20+

i am in the EST timezone

i work fulltime but will try to get one reply done a day bare minimum. if we're both active i do enjoy knocking a few replies out at a time

my casual typing style might be a lil scary if you like lit style like me, i am happy to share samples of my writing to soothe your anxiety that i dont know how to use punctuation or how to capitalize letters lmao

would also prefer to rp over discord but we can figure somethin out if that doesnt work. if we do discord i can make a server for us

i do prefer to play Jayce, i can do Vik if needed but im much stronger playing Jayce

love ooc discussion!! i love to continually work on the plot and generate plans and ideas together on progressing forward. also fine with periods without much ooc discussion.

i only do lit style rp, 3 to 5 paragraphs on average. can be less depending on the scene but that tends to be the usual, though i am more often known to get carried away with my replies than to be short.

i do prefer smut not be the goal of an rp but i absolutely do enjoy it. love a slow burn tho for sure. this ties into the 20+ only tho.

PLEASE do not use AI to generate replies i beg

i would LOVE

anthro/furry jayvik (maybe basic but i would adore dog anthro Jayce and cat anthro Viktor pls pls pls pls)

abo (again basic but its a classic and im a sucker for tropes i enjoy)

literally not a plot but need to include i love trans jayvik. trans jayce, trans viktor, idc i love them.

contract marriage (love a fantasy setting for this, magic and dragons and potions hehe but im a sucker for the old "i have no control over my life, only who i may possibly marry, i promise to never love you" trope. again doesnt have to specifically be this, def could manifest in a diff way but contract marriages are so fun for a lil angst)

Dragon Age rp (blood mage Viktor? blood mage Jayce? champion of kirkwall Jayce? Templar Jayce? Inquisitor Jayce or Viktor? Warden Jayce and/or Viktor? Qunari Jayce. listen the possibilities are endless and i am so so open to ideas if you are into DA au but not these ideas)

Also would be into!!

now i am not typically a modern au fan... but a roommate au could be cute. just throwin it out there. maybe they adopt some cats

swinging back to the fantasy au... bc i am a fantasy slut... lotta room here to play. apothecary Viktor x knight Jayce? blacksmith Jayce. dragon slayer Jayce. could also do diff fantasy crossover aus. like im not super knowledgeable on lotr but if ur patient w me we could do that. i also love the Harper Hall Trilogy by Anne McCaffrey and the Books of Pellinor by Alison Croggon, aus based off those would be so fun.

skyrim au? anyone? elder scrolls in general?

post canon cottagecore. maybe they adopt some cats

Zaunite Viktor? like where he stays in Zaun. Zaunite Jayce? love those fics where they coparent the Zaun kids and specialize in making/repairing/maintaining prosthetics and assistive equipment and tools for the people of Zaun

howls moving castle au. Viktor as Howl. Jayce as Sophie. Blitzcrank as Turnip Head or Calcifer

vampires... vampire husbands... vampire x werewolf?

red dead au... cowboys au.... yknow i also just read that fanfic, The Hat Rule by lukewarmoatmeal. what a fucking masterpiece that is btw go read immediately. but yeah no horses, cowboys, i would like to stay away from brokeback mountain levels of angst if you please but yea

also i realise i made this focusing on jayvik but... if theres anyone wanting to rp hammerhound... my dms are open

im happy to do crossover aus of fandoms im less familiar with (some exceptions may apply, i'll let you know if its a fandom or plot idea im not comfy with). just make sure to lmk if i miss any details or get anything wrong, i will happily correct and keep in mind going forward. i do try to research on my own but it does help if you point me in the direction of what you would like me to focus on.

anyways feel free to pm if this is of any interest! i am very open to ideas as well so feel free to share your particular brainworms if you have any.

[ilyuu-archive]

right where you left me.

synopsis : it takes years to build up feelings and memories that means the world to you and him, and it all takes one evening for it to break down and leave nothing but time standing still and a relationship that could've been. (or you recall the night you broke up with kazuha, thinking it all over again.)

tags : angst/no comfort, modern!au, childhood friends to lovers to strangers, mentions of getting high, light swearing, ambiguous ending.

wc : 2500+! (2635.)

a/n : and yes this is all based off of taylor swift’s right where you left me from perse!! along with that, please do excuse any grammar and formatting mistakes

for the saudade event by the all amazing and angsty creative @soleillunne! the first half is written by the wielder of cat pics, @https-furina, and the second half from yours truly. ready your tissues because in spite of the beautiful and vivid wording from verse, it hurts (in a good way, of course)! nonetheless, i hope you'd enjoy this as much as i did! &lt;3

also, perse, thank you; i had so much fun writing this! the possibilities were endless for me, and reading your part when trying to get a feel for this story made me roll up in a corner and cry (not actually though, so don't worry about me, hehe),,

There's idle chatter and the faint clinking of cutlery and wine glasses, almost drowned out by the harsh winds and rain that batters the restaurant's dimmed windows.

The lights are soft and subdued yet hold a warmth that hugs every living being inside the building - some sheltering from the rainstorm, others rekindling with their lovers or families. That should be you, rekindling with a lover that was never yours in the first place.

To your left, you hear the gossip of two friends; a couple in their friend group recently broke up, "good riddance," one girl chirps, "she deserves better than him." The conversation promptly shifts to that of one regarding marriage and weddings. What would you have looked like on that fateful day with white veil and a glittering ring on your finger, the thought makes you grimace.

"What a sad sight," an elderly woman whispers to her husband from where they're settling at a table not too far away, she's gazing at you with a sorrowful look, "poor girl."

The words shift a small crack of a smile onto your face - is that truly how you looked to the unknowing bystanders around you? Did they think you'd been stood up on a first date?

If only.

The more you stare at the empty, red crushed velvet chair in front of you, the more the realisation starts to hit even harder than before that he isn't going to magically turn up, dressed ever so handsomely in smart casual attire with his silver hair in its usual messy ponytail.

You hadn't seen his face since that night, how pained he seemed as he watched you smash the empty wine glass adorning your table, his eyes trained on the way it shatters into a million pieces on the white cloth. It was almost a perfect metaphor for your heart at that exact moment.

"You know we're here because we need to talk, right?" His voice is familiar, nostalgic almost as he places his blazer over the back of his chair. He hasn't changed since you were children, sneaking after school to the nearest McDonalds until your curfew, "y/n.."

"Do we have to talk?" You respond quickly with a sharp tongue, your hands shaking as you find anything to do with them, this even includes unfolding and folding the napkin in front of you repeatedly. Conversations are whispered all around you, some followed by short laughter.

Kazuha almost winces at the tone of your voice but he knows it's deserved. You had been friends since you could remember, joined at the hip no matter what happened. Your mothers always commented that you were inseparable, never found without the other close behind - so how did it come to this?

It came to this because you had became attached, craving his presence at all times even as you went to university. You wanted him and nobody else could even remotely compete with the man that Kaedehara Kazuha had grown into somehow from that clumsy toddler you'd wrapped around your chubby fingers all those years ago.

For a while, the rebellious teen thought the exact same about you. He would ponder over the hours the two of you spent together in his dorm room, sharing a joint as you forget the stress of the exam season you'd just barely managed to survive.

He would reflect on the nights he'd carry you on his back, taking you back to your dorm after an exceptionally rough night clubbing with your friend group, who always roped you into unbelievable scenarios.

He had expressed his concerns over your friend group more than once but you had shrugged him off, flashing him that playful smile he couldn't get enough of. "It's fine, Kaz," you reassure him as you apply a layer of mascara to your eyelashes, "we only live once, right?" When you'd responded with that, Kazuha initially thought 'yeah, we do.'

Nights under star scattered skies sharing joints would only last so long, after all Kazuha was at university to study business management, the heir to his father's publishing company. With this future responsibility came the family reputation and the eventual arranged marriage to another rich family - that was a criteria that you had never fit in and pre-emptively, you never would.

"You know it's not my decision, y/n," His voice is almost breaking when he takes the seat in front of you, clammy hands clasped together in front of him on the clothed table. You scowl a little, it had never been his choice, had it? "we should seen this coming."

"We?" You repeat, narrowing your eyes at him, "you - you should have seen this coming."

Kazuha lets out an exasperated sigh, closing his eyes for a moment as he listens to the bustle of the restaurant around the pair of you. He starts to consider that a restaurant was not the best location to be having a lover's quarrel.

When he reopens his eyes, they fall to you across the table. Your eyes are glittering like the chandelier that hangs from the ceiling in the centre of the room and he can almost make out the tears starting to pool in the corners of your eyes.

"I never wanted to hurt you, you know that, right?" For some reason, those words hurt your heart more than he most likely intended.

They feel like knives, sharpened daggers that plunge deep into your most fatal organ and tear it apart in ways that Kazuha would never be able to grasp. In that moment, you nearly wish that you could inflict this kind of pain on him so he could feel how your heart ached at that exact time or how the tears stung at your eyes, blurring your vision to the point where you could barely make his figure out.

Even with a singular tear running its uneven path down your cheek, you find the chance to smile, turning your gaze away from him as you let out a soft, pained laugh.

"If that's true, you should have known it would have hurt less for you to have turned me down instead of giving me a chance like you did." Your words bite at Kazuha more than you would ever know.

He hides the way his nails press into his skin, digging into it so hard they leave red, crescent moon marks and almost draw blood. Kazuha chews down on his tongue, the metallic taste of his blood flooding his mouth when he conveniently suddenly finds it hard to swallow, leaving him to succumb to the consequences of his own actions.

His mouth is dry when he opens his mouth to speak but words don't come out, just a simple exhale as he processes the back and forth argument that will continue for the rest of the night, "I've met her already."

"And? Is she nice?" You reply shortly, holding your tongue. There are thoughts running through your mind, hundreds in tens of seconds that you can't even grasp yourself. His family was wasting no time in selling this marriage to the media, gaining that social coverage they crave as socialites.

Kazuha lets out a small hum as if the energy had suddenly shifted back to normal between you.

"She's alright," Kazuha starts and you part your lips to speak, quick witted and sharp but Kazuha holds a hand up, silencing you before he continues, "but she isn't you."

"No, you don't get to get to pull that shit now, Kazuha," you laugh, it's bittersweet and causes Kazuha to visibly wince, "you damn well don't get to say shit like that anymore."

Kazuha's ruby eyes fall to how you are gripping an empty wine glass on the table, one that was supposed to be filled with a dark red liquid by now, its fruity taste becoming bitter on your tongues.

You have every right to be angry with him and Kazuha is drowned in remorse when he catches your knuckles turning white before the stem of the wine glass cracks in your palm, dropping the bowl of the glass onto the white cloth decorating the table as it shatters into sharp, broken shards.

The visual of glass breaking causes you to blink quickly, suddenly back to reality as you realise you're gripping at your phone in your hand with almost the same strength you'd put into the wine glass that night. Your muscles relax, leaning forward on the table as you rest your head in your hands.

It’s time to go.

So? There’s nothing much you can do now, and as much as it leaves such a bittersweet taste on your tongue that you can’t bother to swallow at all, it’s as much as the truth. Not as if some miracle can fly across the sky and everything will end in a happily ever after like in a fairytale. To rely on that, really, is desperation (is it really?) as its finest. Or maybe that’s your feelings talking. Maybe that’s just the lifetime worth of memories you held with him, sweeter and lighter than this entire evening has been, that’s making you want to hold onto that thin, fragile string of hope that means nothing in the grand scheme of things.

You feel your chest ache, a familiar feeling lately that you’d rather disappear, fade, or just… vanish. Really. Just anything to make this go away; it’s more of a reminder than anything that makes it twinge whenever you run through that night in your head too many times to count, each small detail almost nothing, a blur, when all you see is the way Kazuha looked at you. Pained? Helpless? A combination of something you couldn’t pin on in the midst of your own heated thoughts?

You wipe the corner of your eyes with each hand, your warm palms something of a comfort. Not the time.

A moonless night bears witness to the two of you lying atop of the roof of your apartment complex, years felt like days, from your school days, with how clear the memory of Kazuha looking over to you with such adoration swirling in his eyes along with the faint stars.

Your shoulders start to tremble.

The embrace of a familiar warmth wrapping around your waist, the blanket slipping onto the floor from the edge of the couch nothing compared to the comfort seeping into your skin.

Muted colors play across the two of you from the movie - it’s nothing but a backdrop anymore as you find yourself a bit more focused on his hand, your fingers wrapped in his, the pad of your thumb lightly caressing the back of his. You feel his breath, a huff, waft over your neck from that.

You try to let go of a sigh. It only comes out as a broken whimper.

His lips shifting against yours, soft, so sweet, as quiet sounds are shared between two of you. His shallow sighs of your name dripping with every nights’ worth of what ifs, every waking days’ worth of thoughts that crossed and blurred a line between friends and something more.

A chance, a hope, a dream - all of it was woven into the few words Kazuha murmured against your lips, over and over, bounding it with you in his hope that it’d make it real.

You know it all meant something to Kazuha.

Every mote of sand of time that fell within the two of you meant something to him, cherished it close and closer to his heart than anything else. You know that much. It was obvious - so obvious, too obvious - in every word he said that carried gravity and care to you, in every act he’s ever done for you for the sake of making you smile. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

He loved you. Kazuha loves you in every sense of the word. It was only that very love that led to this, as much as the two of you shared in it. This is the best for the two of you.

You know that, and he, of all people, especially knows that. It meant something to him, and so he just had to go ahead and say yes, let you into a world that was only for the two of you, and led you on until the edge of the world and into the reality you’re in now.

Do you blame him for that? For all of this? You’re not sure anymore.

Sure, of course, on that night, he knew where… this, the relationship, was going, how it was going to end. Kazuha could’ve prevented this if he hadn’t held your hand on that one day, stared into your eyes long enough for you to see that he felt the same - he instead gave you, this, a chance.

Things might’ve been better if he didn’t.

You click your tongue. Nope. Don’t think about him, or just don’t think in general - your thoughts are bound to come back to him regardless, no matter what you do. There’s no use thinking about this, no use in even giving it a second of your evening like this.

You stood up. The chatter stirs around you, aware or not, fades to the backdrop. It’s not exactly ideal to stay here, especially since you feel as though you’ll start crying at any given moment. You pick up your umbrella leaning against the leg of the chair, still dripping a bit.

In your thoughts, in your dreams, in your what ifs, yes, but this is neither of those things - this is the truth. This is your reality (how many times will you say that to yourself until you finally realize it?), and the reality is, amid soft, crackling candlelight, a gentle coat of companionship, cottony velvet rolling across the cushions, decor ivy slithering on the walls, just that - a rather pretty veil over your eyes to try and cloud the emptiness that sits with you across the table.

He’ll be alright. Of course he’ll be alright. He’s Kazuha.

You hadn’t realized you were already outside. The light jingle of the bell atop of you fades, leaving a lonely echo. The thrum of the rain felt underneath your feet, clearer than it had been inside.

There’s a heaviness in the air you can’t quite place either, or maybe that’s just all you and the feelings you can’t seem to leave behind (not that it’s easy to do so in the first place.)

For some reason, whenever it rains, you’d feel as though you can finally breathe (he’d know that). You try to smile. It’s weak, shy of breaking down, and to the point that even you don’t believe in it, but it’s a smile nonetheless; it makes you feel a bit better.

You bid goodbye to Kazuha, the thought of him.

You bid goodbye to the man you love.

You bid goodbye to the memories you know you’ll visit later whenever anything and everything reminds you of him.

Will he be happy? Will he be alright? You know you’ll find yourself thinking about this some time later, but you try to find comfort, even as thin as it is, in the idea that he’ll think of the same things you’ll be - that’ll he find that pseudo happiness in a past that’ll already be too far to reach into.

You open your umbrella, the panels springing open. The canopy you’re under trickles with rainfall, pelting said umbrella in an almost melodic symphony if you try hard enough to hear it. You take quiet pleasure in that as you walk out and into the tears.

You’ll be alright. He’ll be alright. You both will be alright.

(He doesn’t like the rain that much.)

The rain itself drowns that one out.

[bytedykes]

Meme thing: Yue Qingyuan, and whoever your favorite MDZS and TCGF characters are (one from each).

this took me forever to write down and then even longer to post because i had to wait until i was on my computer since tumblr didn't let me copypaste it on mobile lmaooo

i've actually answered this ask game for yqy before, so this will be fun to see how my opinion on him has changed!

Sexuality Headcanon: i dont think he's attracted to women. beyond that… nothing concrete really, im open to a lot of different interpretations of him… i definitely think he has issues w/ feeling sexual desire and allowing himself to want things though

Gender Headcanon: i usually think of him as a cis man but honestly i dont think it matters that much . he has bigger things going on lol

A ship I have with said character: yqy/mqf is a longtime fave hehe but more recently ive gotten more into crossfandom shipping so ive been thinking about yqy/lan xichen a lot… can two miserable guilty sect leaders really find comfort in each other…?

A BROTP I have with said character: yqy and sqq always !!! they have such an interesting relationship raghhh me and the guy who isnt my brother but deeply reminds me of him and i care about him as well… i reread the ending of v3 recently it kills me. it kills me!

A NOTP I have with said character: still qi/jiu

A random headcanon: modern au yqy does not have real furniture in his apartment. either he has uncomfortable minimalist crap he doesn't use or it's just empty. his office is more furnished than his bedroom is

General Opinion over said character: i love him so so much. he is in my brain and he is not going anywhere. he's such a deeply tragic complicated character and i really like dissecting him. i wish more people were open to actually caring about him as a character instead of just using him as a prop for their sj-centric fics

rest under the cut!

i dont think i have a Favorite mdzs character but jiang cheng has been eating my brain all week so i'll do him. would love to do this ask game for other mdzs characters at some point though… theyre all special to me…

Sexuality Headcanon: i dont think i actually have anything concrete? he can be anything. if he's into men i don't think he knows until it's literally knocking at his door. very fond of aro jiang cheng however

Gender Headcanon: in canon cis male but ive been thinking about transfem jc a lot lately i think it has so much potential. could be something really good. all his complexes mixing together And she looks like her mom… really really good

A ship I have with said character: jiang cheng/crumb of joy. other than that none of them i think every jiang cheng ship is reductive and boring. however at the same time every jiang cheng ship has potential if you're not a boring coward about it. recently ive been thinking about xicheng as friends who have sex longterm

A BROTP I have with said character: i mean obviously jc&jl and jc&wwx, right? in general i like all of jc's familial relationships, they're so juicy… but he and jl are very special to me. i love how much they love each other

A NOTP I have with said character: every jiang cheng ship which is very obviously just pairing the spares. jc/wwx also like im not disgusted by it but im just so deeply not into it. very frequently i find that ambiguous relationships which other people interpret as romantic are so much more compelling to me as a platonic relationship and this is very much the case here. like it hits so hard because they're brothers… they're family…

A random headcanon: i have a few hehe. 1) jiang cheng having chronic migraines is very very funny 2) in the same vein i generally think giving him little ailments is funny. low iron 3) he would be such a good lavender marriage husband. i know this in my heart 4) sexual dysfunction babyyy… i love giving it to him

General Opinion over said character: i like him soooo much. so many people are so fucking mean and stupid about him which i just dont understand. like. i like him so much… yes he sucks but that's the appeal. hes not a horrible person he just sucks and he's always going through it and he's fucking miserable!! forevar!! yay! i love torturing him both physically and emotionally

for tgcf im going to do xie lian bc i like him so much :)

Sexuality Headcanon: veryyy aspec just so deeply aspec. demi i guess but like come on just look at him. obviously he is aspec

Gender Headcanon: male but like he also has other things going on + i think he's flexible about it but still secure in being a man + lots of interesting stuff to say on how xianle's nontraditional gender norms affect his presentation and self-perception still

A ship I have with said character: hualian is such a good ship they really are just so so good. i love them. very well written romance. very awesome for then. and im also going to take this moment to spotlight my insane polyship nobody else cares about. hualian/fx……… listen. it could be something great ok? so much potential here. me and my husband and our boyfriend who is my ex-loyal knight now-reconciled friend. huafeng itself is also very interesting to me but this isnt about them

A BROTP I have with said character: xl&sqx :) they're so sweet. i like them so much, they really bounce off each other so well and have a great dynamic. right away sqx was friendly and welcoming to him and i think xl really likes her too. they're so fun in volume 2 but their dynamic in blackwater arc is also super good. post canon as well! i just think they ultimately do like hanging out together and work well when they do

A NOTP I have with said character: xl/jw……… i just hate it lol. i understand why people ship them but i just disagree so deeply. like, whatever, but their dynamic is pretty explicitly parental to me. jw is literally his toxic dad, i do not see any romantic or sexual feelings between them on either side. also like, hasn't xl been through enough ajsgdjd he doesn't deserve this

A random headcanon: childfree forever ❤️ god i cant think of anything else rn

General Opinion over said character: i genuinely like him so fucking much. he's so chill. he's so stressed. he has the worst life in the world. he almost did genocide. he still practices kindness despite being deeply embarrassed about preaching it. he still wants to save the common people despite everything. he's a dumbass. he has insane relationships with every character. he's celibate until he isn't. he wanted to read mingguang rpf but didn't because of the celibacy. he's kind and he's a huge fucking bitch!!! he's very flawed but still tries so hard every day! i like him soooo much!!!

WHEW all done! this was sm fun to answer tysm sage!!

[vividiana]

For the writers truth & dare🖤

🦴, 🧩, 🌵, 🕯, 🥤, 🎲, 🌿!

Sending lots of love with the questions hehe

oh wow thank you friend!! sorry it took me so long but some of these stumped me

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?  it's the obvious answer, but BG3 inspired me to pick up creative writing again after years of not doing it, and I am so so grateful for that. other than that, I'm inspired by music, especially sleep token and hozier. I also like weaving lines from my favorite movies and shows into my prose sometimes (*cough* gone girl *cough*)

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately? answered here, that's really the only thing that will make me click away immediately. other than that, there are some things/phrases especially in smut that can totally take me out of the story, but I can still enjoy the fic overall. this is highly subjective of course, but one thing that always gives me pause is when characters compliment each other's genitals, WHICH HAPPENS SURPRISINGLY OFTEN. if character A tells character B "you have such a pretty cunt" I'm like "DO THEY, THOUGH?? IT'S A CUNT. IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE PRETTY." idk, I guess I just find bodies kind of neutral in that way, but whatever floats your boat of course

🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love shameless self-promo time! here is a playlist that Astarion made for Eve after their first totally-not-a-date in my modern AU. I wish I could share part 2 already but I can't, because spoilers 🤭

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that? honestly like a 7? I find that editing is a lot more fun than actually finishing a draft. of course sometimes it gets frustrating because I'm looking at a sentence and it *feels* wrong but I can't figure out how to make it better. but luckily I have a lovely beta reader who I can pester about things like that

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love most of the fics I read and reblog are about Astarion, so I would like to take this opportunity to branch out of the vampire bubble and recommend a Halsin x OC fic titled "Kestrel MacDuff Writes a Bad Romance" by @funniestbitchinfaerun. it's a delightful rom-com that has brought me a lot of joy over the past few months. it has great dialogue, found family, and sooooo much pining, and Kestrel is easily one of my favorite OC's I've read about 💕

🎲 ⇢ what stops you from writing more in your free time?  mostly my health, mental and physical. mentally, there are days when I just need to focus on doing the bare minimum and I don't have the energy to spare to do anything creative. also my immune system is kind of in shambles right now so I get sick roughly every month and a half which doesn't help either

��� ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity I think it's a balancing act between taking time off and pushing through. sometimes you just need to step away from a project and focus on other things, let yourself experience new stimuli, get inspired by other projects or media or other things/people in your life. I think a lot of new ideas can come from giving yourself that space and then coming back to a project with a fresh eye. but then there comes a point when you just need to sit down and start writing and give yourself permission to write badly, because a bad first draft is better than a perfect first sentence followed by blank pages. I also find that once I start writing a scene and once I'm in that mindset, I start getting more ideas and it gets easier as I go

thank you again, these were a lot of fun to think about an answer. sending lots of love your way!! 🫂❤️

writers truth & dare ask game

[skullytotheark]

Clear Skies 75

Setting: Different states of America

time setting: late 20th century, From 70s to 90s

Why I made it: Hehe creepypasta but oc au

Inspiration: 70s and 80s slasher mixed with creepypasta characters / creepypasta characters set in the 80s

goal: Possibly make an ARG series, But for now it’ll be in silly writing i do every now and then. Similar to creepy hornets

Description:

The Rot of the woods is slowly but surely making it’s way pass the treeline, The Horrible reality where monsters and things that go bump in the night are more common than you could ever imagine.. Deep in Montana and Colorado these nightmares hide within the woods, Awaiting for any lone hikers and the innocent to walk into their sight. For they hunt for sport and to survive…

Ever Since the start of the 70s, More and more of these creatures and psychopaths are beginning to crawl out from the bed to strike. Their goals and motives being a mystery to people like you and I… There’s only a burning ember of hope that there is good amongst the bad, But then again. who says they’re any better than those they fight??... Only god can save you from whatever is tapping at your window, The strange towering silhouette standing in the corner of your room or the sound of heavy footsteps heading straight for your bedroom door.

Welcome my dearest of friends and stalkers of the night!!!

Allow thy to introduce you to a World of many nightmares and terrors beyond your imaginations.

Clear Skies 75!

For a good while you've might've heard me just ramble or mention this AU in at least one or two of my posts, But Allow me to show you what I've been brewing for awhile!

For a good while I've been sitting in my little snowy room, Thinking of different scenarios and plotpoints involving these characters! Now personally I'm not ENTIRELY SURE, If I'll do as much "fanfics" or writing as much as I would do for Creepyhornets but You'll def probably see me write about this au Every now and then! I more or less really wanted to just, Have characters based off of some of the pastas or characters i've come to love growing up in this silly community!!

Introductions.

The Watchman.

"A Modern Tale for those who go wondering in these woods son. They say it's a Eldritch God of sorts or a "angry spirit"... Me?? I think it's a force of nature, Not something you can fight... But you'd have to adapt to.. trust me, I know..."

The great watchman! The Slenderman of this canon as you can tell and the main "big bad" of this canon, I more or less imagine that this entity is not your sterorypical slender that we're used to seeing in writings. Returning to the older versions such as the Operator and when Slender was simply a being of unknown nature and sudden movements...

"The Butcher"

"I had a run in with that fucking freak. Cackling and getting a kick out of my fear as he chased after me with a fucking machete.. One day he'll fucking learn what's it like when the roles change... One day..."

The Jeff The Killer stand in for this canon! More or less depicting him as a cruel but sloppy killer, Although he has a big reputation, He's a amature and a prime example of "human scum" in this canon. No goals or motives, doing it for the fun of it. Also im just thinking of naming him "Geoff" cuz it'd be a really funny bit imo

"The Pyromaniac"

"I remember when he was still young.. A cheerful little boy who still needed mommy to tie his shoe laces... But then things changed... He never got along with his stepdad... But then he went missing one day and.. I get a call that My husband was killed... Then I knew.. He wanted to get back at him for everything Frank had done to us... But it should have never ended like this.."

The Ticci Toby stand in for this universe!!!. Felix/Cody robinson is a child of abuse who is short tempered and rash, Often acting and thinking later. Although he's a valuable assest to The Watchman's following. Even though He hates it and wants to go home.

"Doll-Face"

"I still remember when "Bryan" took me up to that cabin... God I should've known I was just another lamb for the slaughter.. How did this end up like this Ma?..."

Doll-Face is of course the Masky inspired character! His story heavily follows the idea of "get away at the Cabin goes wrong and now all of my friends are trying to kill eachother" trope.

"Null"

"I'm alive... I shouldn't be but I am... After everything I've done.. I'll make things right this time... I'm so sorry Tommy.."

Null is a combination of both Hoody and Skully into one character! And is also the "Alex" of this scenario. Bryan's family was haunted by the watchman for generations, When he was older the entity began to pick away at his sanity and commanded a blood sacrifice for his family using 'it's children' for resources when building their cabin / property in the woods.

"The Stalker."

"I could've sworn, He was standing right at my bed when I was asleep. I don't know why but he was... He killed dad but... Why not me?... Was he... Taunting me?.."

And the final member of this cast [ATM] the Stalker! The eyeless Jack stand in for this series who draws heavy inspirtation from the og eyeless jack design. Atm I had the idea that he was a journalist in diguise pretending to be a demon of sorts who profits off of his crimes by taking photos of the aftermaths. Buttt I do also like the idea of him just being a demon. His story is still a WIP atm.

Until next time!

Sadly that is all the characters i have so far :(

But I do plan on making more characters such as Zalgo, Jane, Nina and a whole bunch more!! Ofc I plan on making a word doc for this au that'll have links to each of these characters butttt i gotta finish Stalker and "Geoff" before i do!

But until then keep an eye out on my tiktok *COUGH* Skullytotheark *COUGH* for a bunch of arrttt and wips of more characters!!!

See you all next time :)

[hyukascampfire]

Hiiii! I am wondering if the fae in your work have wings? I am assuming not because it wasnt mentioned?I didn’t realize the terms fae and fairy are interchangeable until recent and so it got me thinking… Unless I might be completely wrong!

But on the topic of wings, how do you picture yj and th to look like? Also, if they do not, did you think of them having wings? Or maybe they appear sometimes? Ahhhh sorry if this is an odd question or I’m completely wrong with the fae/fairie. I’m just so into tsfawc and I love fae aus. I also love hearing from the author the image of the characters they have in their head while writing

A little extra just sharing about my personal life hehe… Convinced my lil friend group to go as fairies this Halloween… Theyre all thinking I based myself on winx club but little do they know 🤭 Yes I’ll be thinking of yj and th all night at the halloween party

OMG THIS IS SUCH A FUN QUESTION!!

Not all of them, but some def do!! The fae/folk in my world are a bit different from the modern interpretations of ‘fairies’! I base most of the faeries that appear in my story off of European folklore, so they’re a bit more grotesque and strange! A lot of my inspiration comes from an author named Brian Froud—I own his books ‘Faeries’ and ‘Good Faeries/Bad Faeries’. You can look up his name and maybe see a bit more of what I had in mind!! There are absolutely more whimsical ones, too, like crystal skin and glittering hair or insect wings on their back. The fae in TSFAWC come in a range of ways—as the typical pixies you imagine as ‘fairies’, as goblins and other creatures, and the more human appearing ones like Taehyun and Yeonjun!

The ones like Taehyun and Yeonjun can have a variety of features as well—think of anything, like green hair or scales or tails or honestly anything you could think of. But, for those two, Yeonjun has just pointed ears and Taehyun had pointed ears, at some point. I often describe them as beautiful in a way that can’t be described—I kinda mean that to MC, they just have this air of grace and beauty to them in her human mind. That’s just the effect that the fae have. I took a lot of inspiration for the more human characters from Holly Black’s The Cruel Prince! I adore those books! They’re the biggest reason I’ve fallen in love with faerie stories as well, and I can’t quite find another story that gives me a similar world!

Taehyun and Yeonjun don’t have wings in my mind, but if you’d like to imagine that, you’re of course welcome to! I think that would be super whimsical!

ALSO THE DRESSING UP AS FAIRIES LMAOO YESS!! I love WINX but also…. dressing up as a faerie and imagining I’m going to Court with TH or YJ… yeah 🤤

I was thinking of making a pinterest board for you guys to help with visuals and just to see how I envision the world. Would you guys be interested????

Here are some of the extra concepts banners I made for TSFAWC, if that helps you envision some of the little critters I have running around throughout the series! LOL!

[uwusillygirl]

UWUSILLYGIRL’S GNARLY, NICHE, ANNOTATED, PERVERSE LIL KINKTOBER EXTRAVAGANZA!!!

hi, friends! it’s uwusillygirl! resident hellcheer BDSM pervert! :) i am hosting a little kinktober this year, for anyone interested in joining! i will be writing through it all as well, and would love to chat with y’all while we chug through it!

what i want most is for this shit to be fun and messy and flexible. being involved can include a cohesive story, it can be a bunch of blurbs, it can be just one sentence a prompt, or some other artistic interpretation!

i wanted to try and bring in some trickier/lesser tapped into kink prompts (in fact, i am nervous about writing some of these), and not all of them are kink-based, some are scenario based or kink-adjacent hehe. these are also so, so open to interpretation! please go at ‘em however you want. (and if you’re totally stuck and just wanna write pee-pee stuff post-Hoard trailer for 31 days, i will still read your shit and cheer you on. henry winkler “i love you, you’re beautiful” GIF etc. etc.) 

still weighing the pros and cons of creating an official collection on ao3 (if i did, it would almost certainly be unmoderated), and i will let you know about that closer to the date!!! really hope to read some of your stuff!!! 

prompts (and some notes, ideas, annotations, because i cannot shut the fuck up) under the cut, and FEEL FREE TO DM ME, CHAT WITH ME ON DISCORD, LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU'RE WRITING, ETC! CAN'T WAIT!

negotiation (this can be precursory negotiating of a scene or kink, negotiating mid-way through an act, or maybe a naughty lil’ “I’ll give you ___ if you give me ____”)

gender bend (can be both of ‘em, can be one of ‘em, can be gender fuckery, can be Freaky Friday body swap, do what you want!) 

erotic humiliation or degradation (can be verbal, can be an action or task) 

voyeurism (one of them is watching the other solo! or one of them is watching them with someone else! or both of them are watching something! or something else!) 

cuckold/cuckqueening 

involving something very hot (temperature)

involving something very cold (temperature)

phone sex (bonus points if one of them is in public or pseudo-public!) 

free use 

hate sex 

modern!AU (could include something like but not limited to: an “extremely online” type-kink, a sex toy that would have been developed/perfected/made common in the last decade or so, a type of virtual sex that would only work with relatively modern tech, a cosplay or costume that is relatively recent, etc.)

spit

body modification 

paraphilia (clothing/garment fetishism)

pet play

discipline 

spectrophilia (attraction to ghosts) OR robot fetish

sex with a mirror involved 

hypnokink 

24/7 BDSM lifestyle 

bottoming from the top (or a traditionally perceived “dominant” action done submissively — enacting pegging, breath play, etc. under the instruction of the more dominant party) 

hybristophilia (fetish or erotic fixation on a criminal) 

tickling 

bimbofication 

crossdressing 

electrical play 

cosplay or costume sex 

feet

sex work 

“we saw you from across the room and we liked your vibe” (ANYONE CAN BE SAYING THIS TO ANYONE IN ANY PAIRING OR GROUP BUT UWUSILLYGIRL WOULD LOVE IF IT WAS A COUPLE COMING ONTO SOMEONE ELSE) 

free space!!!!!!!! u did it!!!

[artficlly]

love love love your writing!!!! i just finished “this is not fine” and omg I need a whole ass book. Can I ask who are your favourite writers/ inspo?

hi lovely,

thank you so much! i'm glad you enjoyed my madness. i feel like i could write more for those characters if i had an idea of how i would like to progress the plot. i have a lot of other projects i'm juggling atm though so it would be awhile. as for fave writers/inspo, i'm actually so bad for reading recently. between uni, working, life stuff and writing i spend a lot more time watching tv which i think is more where i get my inspo from. i also play a lot of video games (i am a video game art major after all) so also huge inspo from those.

heres just a list of random shit i've been enjoying recently, some of these i rewatch/read/play every year hehe: the hunger games (books and movies), 10 things i hate about you, queens gambit, alias grace, 1883, westworld, the craft, the crow (new and old), god of war (4&5), red dead redemption 2, the witcher (books, show and games), the last kingdom, game of thrones, vikings & vikings valhalla, the white queen etc (books and shows), peaky blinders... i also really enjoyed a thousand blows & the artful dodger. rivals was also pretty awesome, i haven't read the books though. i read the books of bridgerton and they were kinda insane. the show is fun though. the buccaneers, the law according to lidia poët. lord of the rings, obvs. i recently rewatched how to train your dragon and i wanna do a dragon rider! fic so bad... so many of the ghibli films too - nausicaä of the valley of the wind is my fave. the empress, i also really like the story for the dragon age games. i also watch a loooot of video essays on youtube / podcasts while working so i get a fair bit of inspo from there too.

so many more that i've missed but as you can tell i'm a sucker for a period drama or anything fantasy. i do want to get into writing more aus with period drama / fantasy worlds. i know that modern more close to canon fics are more popular but i am unfortunately a fiend for a good medieval fantasy plot.

[ibunyang]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA TONTON HCS ANON AGAIN YOU SHOULD DEFINITELY WRITE ??!?!?!???!!?!?! giggling and kicking my feet reading your answer and I Demand More Please!!!!!!!!!! either more about general hcs or more about your fav skinships...... modern au...... ANYTHING.........

HELLO AGAIN ANOONNN!!!!!!!!!!!! AHDJASHDAKJ THANK YOU for letting me yap!!! i used to write, but i orphaned all the fics i made on ao3 when i was 18 or smth when i wrote them now its hard to look at it without feeling shy.. HAHAHJDHAD embarrassed i might take another shot at writing for this ship again tho HEHE

BUT ANYWAY my favorite skin ships… oh.. my favorite skinship is moleswift (soo normal about them definitely.. )

I wanna blab about them here..

< norton just got out of the mines accident and mike also just survived the fire of his circus is what i like to think for moleswift to happen, except they didnt get invited to the manor and instead found each other to somehow lift each other up.

mike who basically had nothing but the clothes on his back and the shit ton of money that Bernards untimely death gave him, hes still actively looking for the other survivors, but he found Murro and he's the one that somewhat convinced mike to give up on his quest for revenge and live life to the fullest, essentially telling him to rise from the ashes. (nod) and with this resolve he gets to doing it.

it was hard for him to give up on searching for the person he thinks is responsible for the fire, so he still has that one guy (i forgot his name rn) to search every possible corner, but at some point they did lose natalies tail. he doesnt want to say hes given up but he has no choice but to look towards the future of his own circus.

i see him as someone who always wanted to be the ringleader, and while he was already the main star of his previous one i dont think it was the same as having his own circus to run, having this chance given to him even though it was through dire circumstances was a god sent gift. so i know he gets to work finding all the acts hiring all the people, and finally his mole.

HIS MOLEE AUGDHAHGDHAD

norton has been looking for a job, sees the advert looking to hire an assistant for the circus (he probably thought of it like man power, or smth) but he takes the job he needs money, he knows how to follow the scent of money. his resume doesnt look as good as the other people being interviewed but the moment he stepped in the tent mike knew found the other half of his act.

Everyone he was interviewing didn't seem to mesh well with him, and he would like someone he could have fun with. Personal preference.

norton obviously wasnt as sure anymore at this point, since the job description was far form the work he was used to doing (and he did think it was mostly manpower for a job) but YOU KNOW he convinces him with the riches that mike already has, "i can give you more than this you know, I see you eyeing it… and Its clear to me that your greed has no filter Mr.Campbell" WITH A SMILE.

Initially Norton doesnt like how Mike is, hes bold, brazen, and thinks that everything that he wants should be fulfilled at the drop of a hat, like??? does he think he has super powers to magic up the fund for something that he wants so out of the blue? But of course Norton is as stubborn as a mole, he can and will do whatever it is thats asked of him. Hes willing to do whatever it takes to be able to prove him wrong and even sometimes surprise Swift with what he can accomplish.

"What we accomplished together." Swift would say.

Norton ignores the throb in his heart as he looks at Mike who was looking around in awe at the decorations in the main tent, thankfully with his connections from doing VARIOUS odd jobs all his life apart from mining, he has a pretty good network.

Its safe to say that I think these guys are literally two halves of a whole OTL there can never be a Swift without his Mole and vice versa !!!!!!!

Mole whos admiration turns to worship, even if he doesnt know it and Swift who cherishes him, and never wishes to part. They both helped each other reach the best outcome of their lives !!!!!!!!!! Norton having a stable job and never having to fear when he gets to eat again and Mike back in the circus where he belongs under the spotlight.

TLDR THIS IS MY FAVORITE SKINSHIP EVER.

< i joke about them being divorced husbands but honestly its more like the old married couple vibes in the long run, they banter and they yell sometimes they pull at each others hair but its all in good fun. they have a drink together with swift on moles lap as they run through the circus expenses together. (a love language) < i dont know WHEN exactly they would have gotten together. bc to me they were married from the start??? i dont know how to explain it it just happened. <mike probably just casually mentions he loves him at one point.. or something along the lines of "i want to keep you forever. I wouldnt know what to do without you by my side." and mole just assumed this was when they start dating seriously because HE is NOT leaving. EVER. < "then keep me forever" < cue MAKE OUT MUSIC. < they have a little two man act sometimes on stage, mole usually prefers to be off the stage because he doesnt want to steal swifts spotlight (where he thinks he shines brightest) < "but i shine the brightest when im with you" referring to his head light. but mole just dies on the inside i think TEEHEE

[fictionblossom]

Let's Not Fall In Love

Summary: He had to end it before the world breaks her apart. He would rather crumble his own world than see her getting hurt. [Modern AU] 

Pairing: Uchiha Itachi x Haruno Sakura 

A/N: I’ve always been a sucker for Doctor!Sakura x Mafia!Itachi hehe. I hope you'll have fun reading it as much as I had fun writing this prompt!

Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14272608/1/Let-s-Not-Fall-In-Love

He sits by the window, a small nook allowing for one to stare at the skyscrapers outside. The city lights illuminated his figure as they brightened up the night sky. He places his right hand on the flatten platform of the window. He swirls and periodically takes his time to inhale the scent of the glass of wine he held in his left one. A pair of onyx eyes looking at the figure before him, the petite, frail and feminine outline of his lover. 

“If you’re here, I assume that you heard it?” he mutters. He does not dare to look directly into her eyes. He fears that his resolve would crumble if he sees how frail she looks at the moment. How fragile she stands before him. The unshed tears glistening her eyes as they threaten to fall without her control. 

“There has to be another way,” he hears her whispers. He doesn’t like how small she sounds before him. So unconfident and full of doubts. It is uncharacteristic of her. He takes another gulp of the drink before him. It is not supposed to be this way. She is supposed to be happy. With or without him. He is supposed to leave before things get worse, for her, for him and for them. 

He made a pact with Sasuke and Naruto, her most overprotective, loving and caring friends in her circle. They told him not to get near her, not to be anything beyond friends with her. They told him once she was in his life, he was putting her life in danger. That the once he introduced her into his life, he was calling for the enemies to scratch, grab, harm her. He promised the boys that he would end the relationship the moment that he could not protect her any more. The nature of their work does not permit for romance and weakness. 

Yet he refuses to listen to them. Even to himself. He cannot bear the thought of being away from her. He cannot, in every sense of his being, reason that he would not keep his eyes on her, knowing that she would be safe with him. 

But that’s the kind of reasoning he always holds on to. When he asked her for that date by the lake on a chilly Sunday in winter, he thought he could do everything for her. He thought that she would be safe if she was near him. That he would be able to protect her. That he could demand the attention of the underworld, given that he was the heir and would soon be top of it now. The mafia lord who overtakes the Uchiha business upon Fugaku retiring. 

Another instance of his foolishness manifests when his own father told him that life for her would be difficult. Even if Fugaku supported the relationship, it would fail eventually. Fugaku’s own marriage had almost failed him when Mikoto was targeted by their enemies, and the trauma that forced itself onto his mother kept her in their home for years.  

He refuses to listen. He reasons that his father was not at his level when he courted his mother. Unlike his father, Itachi is the best strategist. He has the sharpest analytical mind, he is one of the members who had the most fighting experience, and his skills are so massive equivalent to if the entire organisations’ members skills combined, as his cousin would say. He is unbeatable. He makes sure of that. He trains day after day, he completes his fathers’ tasks dutifully, never missing not one of them. He eliminates who requires to be eliminated, he washes off those who come to the Uchihas with lies and betrayals behind their back. So it doesn’t stand to reason that he couldn’t protect her and keep her from harm. 

He stands his posture. His body is stiff, his eyes are hard on the floor, hands remain the same as they are moments ago. 

“Please, Itachi. There has to be another way. I’ll be good, I promise. I…I’ll learn to defend myself. You won’t have to worry about me. I can help you,” he sees her slowly coming to him. Her footsteps, doubtful, scared, but they keep coming to him. He furrows his eyebrows. 

‘Stop,’ he thinks. 

‘Don’t make this hard for me.’

“I can’t let you live like this. I can’t be selfish.” he whispers. His body subtly cowering away, as if trying to tell her to get the message. 

That she needs to get away from him. 

Telling her that if she comes any closer, he will throw everything away - his name, his inheritance, his duty to the Uchiha business - and take her in his arms. But he can’t. He cannot let her be the centre of harms’ way when he can prevent it. Even if it means that he has to fall behind the business and only see her from afar.

“I don’t need your help, Sakura.” his eyes turn cold. 

He will not demand such an effort from Sakura. She doesn’t deserve to throw her world away just for him to remain in his. 

She deserves the softness of life, being able to buy coffee when she wants to, being able to walk off the streets without fearing that someone would snatch her, being able to make friends with anyone without displacing mistrust that they will be out to get her in order for them to grab Itachi’s attention. That she continues being a doctor and saves lives without fear of losing hers because of him.

Her dainty fingers reach out to him. She is unsure of herself. When he asked her to be with him, she knew that there was only one correct answer to that. 

Because how could she deny their exchange of stolen glances, hoping to find each other in their social circle and the sea of people in the city.

The subtle smile he shows her when he thinks that no one is looking. The shyness he tries hard to cover as he denies yet embraces his feelings for her.

His hands on her small back as he walks with her.

His fingers tucking away the small strands of her behind her ears when they spend time together. He seems very fond of doing so, as a sign of his affections for her. 

When his hands cups her cheek and he tells her that everything will be okay even if it is hard to see things clearly.  

Especially, when he took the multiple beatings for her as the enemies held her captive and threatened to end her if the Uchiha organisation did not accede to their demands. When he shielded her with his body when the gunshot was just seconds away from her before they ended up in this predicament not long before they ended up in this position. 

How can she not fall for him when that is all he does, even when he doesn’t realise it?

“You can’t help, Sakura. I’ve decided. This relationship will not go anywhere beyond this. Let’s not fall in love anymore,” he turns his head to the side. He hears her sniffing, he knows he is about to break her heart. 

“This is not what I want. My ambitions have always been to take over my father. Even you can’t stop that-” she puts her arms around his neck, her entire weight on him. 

“Please. Don’t do this. You’re lying,” she muffles her words against his neck. She holds onto him tightly. He grips his glass with more force than necessary and that any tighter the glass will break in his hand. 

Notwithstanding her embrace, the turtleneck sweater that he wore started to feel suffocating. He needs to end this before he falls back on his words. Before he becomes childish, idealistic, and foolish to want her more than he should. 

To want to keep lying to himself that he could protect her over and over again. 

To want to be selfish to have her with him and yet expose her to times when the enemies will force her to see flashes of her life. 

With uncertainty, with fear for her life, with the risks of breaking his own heart, he turns his body and places the glass on the window platform. He extends his arms to keep a distance between them, as if signalling her that such a distance is there is all to them. 

His eyes harden against her. 

“It’s over. Go home, Sakura. I don’t need such frivolous things to keep me from power.” 

Slap. 

Her slap against his cheek is as hard as his words stabbing her. He deserves that, he thinks to himself. He deserves to feel hurt when all he is doing is to break her apart, day after day, if they are together. 

“Frivolous?! This relationship… frivolous?” she chuckles, not one of humour, but one of hurt, heartbreak and betrayal. 

“I should have figured. I was just for fun. All these months together. Of course the Mafia Lord, Uchiha Itachi has no time for silly little me.” 

He stands idle before her. 

“Thanks for nothing, Uchiha.” He sees her backing away from him and grabs her bag. 

This is it. 

They were breaking apart, with her hating him, with him hurting her even when he swears to himself that he will never do that to her.

“Don’t you dare make yourself known to me,” she wipes the tears on her face, as if she has now come to a resolution of her own. 

The door slams as she exits their place. 

“Forgive me, Sakura,” he whispers to himself as he clumsily wipes his own tears.   

/End/

A/: Intend to make a continuation of this. I'm a sucker for angst and I hate it :|