welcome to tini's library, here you'll find all of my works.
expect more things soon, i'm merely starting out; so if you have any requests or a favorite song - feel free to hit my ask! i can truly work with anything, but for now, i'll walk you through the halls.
rafayel 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼
mosaic floor - short one shot | non!mc / angst
mojabi ghost - one shot | non!mc | heavy angst
fem rafayel collection: one, two, three
caleb ⋆˚꩜｡🍎༘⋆˚.✮🧃ᵎᵎ
needy - one shot | mc / angst
hcs: one
somebody to love - mentally ill!reader
do i wanna know? - part ii to somebody to love
fem caleb collection: one, two, three
xavier ⋆˚☆˖°⋆｡° ✮˖ ࣪ ⊹⋆.˚
greedy - smut drabble | 18+
pervert - smut drabble | 18+
mission's moonlight | fluff
big star, little star | extroverted reader + fluff
we can't be friends | non!mc + angst.
hcs: drunk reader,
fem xavier collection: one, two.
zayne ༘⋆🤍˚ .❄️₊˚ෆ
signal | short one shot + fluff!
fem zayne collection: one, two, three, four, five
sylus ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𓅨⋆｡°✩
haven | mentally!ill reader | heavy angst + comfort
pastel pink | chronically!ill reader | one shot + heavy fluff
casual affection | fluff, drabble.
lie to me | non!mc reader + angst.
fem sylus collection: one, two,
right there | photographer!reader + fluff.
tara 🔮✨🕯️🕸️🌕
is there somewhere? | tara x reader | fluff.
mixtape collection:
am mix | cosmic mix | unrequited love
enjoy your stay and let's all have fun. thank you for reading my tiny little works. it truly means the utter world to me. ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚
i’ve been taking a small break since i feel like i wrote sm during pride, but hi! i’m still around. i was meaning to ask. would you guys like if i wrote about valko? i know some of you guys were really excited for him. i feel like i can kinda grasp a feel of his personality and give it a shot
I adore your fem!lads writing!! I’m not sure if you take requests, but if you ever write service top fem!xavier just know that I will be eating it up 👉👈
bonfire og - fem!xavier x reader (smut drabble)
author's note: i wanted to reply with the draft, so hi! finally around to post this. i've never ever gotten a request before so this, so i'll try my best to deliver. since english isn’t my first language, i hope i got + understood the prompt well lol. if not, feel free to send me anything else via anon. happy pride to everybody but specifically who need fem!xavi urgently.
xavier loved you, so so much.
xavier adored you more than anything.
she's been your king before, she's been your loyal partner and now; in this one; she's been blessed with being your girlfriend. she's been blessed with the fortune of being a woman. understanding tiny quips about each other without a single word being shared.
in this life, she's learned how to read between the lines. society expects us to act certain ways. xavier found herself worrying about things she never had to before. if her hair was undone, she was visibly careless. if her hair was done with precision - she was self-obsessed. there was no win either way.
maybe you were the prize.
no, she was sure you were.
because she doesn't have to pretend. she doesn't have to make a decent face and it's easier when you're giggling in your cubicle. when you catch a snort between meetings and your small laughter can be heard somewhere in the room.
in all this noise, there's only you.
you're blunt and bright. your hair is in curls now and you wear glasses most times. you often switch on colors and she's seen you dressed in purple and black strictly. you have piercings and tattoos.. (it makes her giggle. you used to be so afraid of needles. are you still afraid of needles? do you just suck it up?)
when she saw you looking at her with too much tenderness; she knew that the two of you were fate in that timeline as well. unlike the others, she's going to sink her teeth in you. she's going to follow you like a lost man follows a glowing star.
she is still the lost man and she was never the star. it was always you. it's always you.
it doesn't help that you want to spend every second with her too. you're attached to xavier without knowing. a shoulder brushing. hands touching. you wanted her in her orbit as much as she wanted you.
that's what this lit bonfire reminds her of.
"we should have a bonfire." tara says.
the three of you were currently patching wounds on your apartment floor. the last mission had been absolutely horrid. the wanderers weren't difficult, they never were. this time they simply played with your mental. they always unnerved you. these just seemed posessed. you had seen better days and tara notices how your face falls. xavier hadn't really said a thing as she patched your cheek.
"a bonfire?" you question and xavier's thankful you don't catch the grimace in her face. she didn't even know how to explain the wound on your shoulder. there's anger in her body and if she was frank; she didn't want a stupid bonfire. she wanted to wrap you in bubble wrap and deliver your resignation personally.
“why not?”
she had arrived a few hours earlier to help the others set up. you had made eyes and begged your sweet girlfriend to help set up for the bonfire. truth be told, she didn’t need so much buttering up. she’d do anything you’d ask.
she did enjoy seeing it though.
you had opted to help tara get her makeup done. your best friend had proclaimed that she was going to make a move on simone and xavier pouted twice at the space between you for the nearing hours.
odd. it seems like in this timeline, you’re the farthest thing from that white gown and crown. you’re a hunter. that seems to be a constant. but it almost seems like something dragging you on instead on motivating you. he couldn’t see traces of the white gown and crown in you either. your birthmarks had been scattered around differently but god should know that xavier would find you every single time. she wouldn’t allow being too far from you.
you treat her like a princess. xavier sometimes feels as spoiled as she once did in a past lifetime. she sometimes feels just as she once did with her portraits when she sees your lockscreen as it’s a photo of her. you’ve saved her under your phone as “my soul” — you buy two of everything. you even keep a photo of her in your wallet.
xavier thought she knew what being adored once was, but she was all wrong. it always is. you always manage to change her entire structure with your love alone.
so, how can you not be the center of her adoration?
you’ll always be her adoration. especially when you’re being yourself. especially when you’ve just arrived with tara and she peeks the waist chain. when you’re only wearing a simple bikini top with some loose blue jeans and she feels the utter need to devour you whole. god.
you’ll be the death of her.
“pick your chin, soldier.” simone teases before rushing to meet tara. xavier’s left with your shy wave and she can’t help but stare. no. not stare. but gawk. you still have the eye-patch and still, the moonlight on your skin — makes her heart run to yours. it wants to dance under the stars with you and you alone, away from prying eyes.
she needs to breathe. manually. she can’t be rash. it’s a nice beach. there’s a nice fire. she’s pretty sure she heard from the corridors that jenna was going to try to swing by. she can’t just grab your waist and disappear for twenty-five minutes.
could she?
she could.
you’d always agree.
“baby. baby. i need you to be quiet. they’re not lighting the fireworks yet.” xavier whispers.
truth be told, the two of you were too deep into the beach to be seen or heard. xavier had played the music under the guise of getting the party going and the excited chatter seem to drown everything out. she just liked playing with you. .
xavier had you pinned to a palm tree; your bare back to the cold log and her sneaky marks all over your breast. she had nipped and sucked jealousy. could you blame her?
xavier’s hand is comfortably in between your legs, blue jeans drenched with intention and she wasn’t going to stop until everybody understood you hers. her baby. her girl.
her teeth graze your nipple again and you can’t help the whine — she laughs —
“you’re so mean.” you moan out or more so, choke out. your thighs tremble with want as xavier laughs in amusement. she’s always so innocent looking. her pretty blue eyes. she’s hunting her prey and you want xavier to consume you whole.
author’s note: who said we can’t enjoy aus anymore? i’m gonna be honest, this wasn’t a draft. i got posessed and wrote this. this is very much a modern au, so fem!zayne = actress / reader = baker. i love tara, so reader is heavily implied to be mc. enjoy! <3 let’s enjoy the last days of pride 2026.
are you seeing anybody?" the reporter asks. the lights are flashing and no matter how much zayne tries, she never gets used to the annoying questions. she's been in the spotlight for years and years. a reknown actress that brought blockbusters and success. it didn't matter what she did. zayne li's talent was one for the ages.
while acting, she finished her degree and never complained. never slouched. if anything, it wasn't until she was actively participating in discussions that anybody ever found out. zayne's natural beauty brought eyes from the whole world and the fact that she naturally enjoyed fashion; made her an absolute gem. every single eye was on her at times.
heavy rumors followed zayne... at least that's what her manager yvonne would often say. in all of her years in the spotlight she wasn't ever seen with a man. she wasn't ever rumored with a boyfriend. the press were saying that zayne might grow up to have thirty cats. that one made her giggle a little.
"can't you... comfort us a little?" her manager asks and zayne looks up. they're on their way to the current red carpet and she had thought to read through the possible attendees. maybe she could see old friends. who knew. the both of you were working late tonight anyways. (boo.)
"comfort us?" zayne questions, utterly amused by the question. "you mean tell the world i like men." it's a bold assumption. yvonne has never asked her for anything ever. nothing close to that. so when she's shaking her head and dismissively waving her off-
"i'm worried about the cats, zayne. i'm allergic to cats and i throughly enjoy my job." yvonne laughs nervously and zayne can only feel a little softer.
maybe she's terrified over something that hasn't happened. she's terrified that her friends will change when she opens that part of her but she's glad that yvonne is never changing. maybe she can give this a chance.
"i'm currently seeing you." zayne says dryly and she's trying to feel the same ease she felt easier. the reporter is around the same age as her, a young man with eyeliner in his eyes. "if you're inquiring about my relationship status... i am in a serious relationship."
zayne swears that the reporter's eye light up. unsure if it's because of the scoop that's landing right on her palm or if it's simply the fact that zayne's actually taking the time to listen to them. she knows some first time reporters say that she looks a bit... scary.
she earnestly hope it's the latter.
"who's the lucky person? an actor? actress?" the reporter inquires and that thought alone makes zayne laughs. god, why does she feel so bubbly?
it feels so easy to be honest. it feels so easy to be free.
it feels like the fear that's frozen zayne for years; now is the one that shoves her forward. drives her straight ahead. the fear of being honest - loving without a single fear and just... being her. why is she so afraid?
"not a celebrity, no. they're probably watching this right now."
and that, you are.
you're currently buried under pans and you swear that there's butter on your hair. you're currently sitting in your apartment, you're maybe stress baking - it's zayne's first trip overseas and you can't sleep a wink. you hope it goes well and you avoid the interviews. you're overly emotional and too protective of zayne. it's silly. she hovers over you.
so you're in here, in the kitchen. yes. you're currently stress baking. maybe a little. only a little. truth be told, you were always baking. it was the reason that zayne met you and it was what guided your life.
as silly as it may sound to some, you did find peace in your pastries. you enjoyed making small snacks that ended in special moments. you enjoyed listening to children talk about their favorite flavors. you truthfully enjoyed waking up early and opening your small little shop. you also lived for the thrill of weddings and the adrenaline of a long day of a big wedding.
you weren't a star. you weren't a lover of cameras and dramatics; but you loved watching zayne's face light up when she tried your cakes.
"y/n. y/n- y/n!" tara whispers, or more so yells.
the two of you are in community college and it's way too early to be dealing with a woman as beautiful as zayne. your headphone were still dead from the night before and you had already burnt yourself twice with a pan. the fact that zayne was standing there with a halo over her head was a plus.
wait— oh my god.
“aren’t you-”
“yes.” tara can’t help but answer as she’s awestruck. the two of you had seen her on a billboard on your way to school. it was crazy at the time. how the gorgeous woman from the billboard, that happened to go to your college was currently —
"are you- did you make this?" she asks and your face is so red. you nod and you’re holding onto your apron to still your shaky hands.
"it's extremely good. do you do bulk orders?"
you nod, once again.
"could i have your number to place the orders?" she asks and you truly can’t think of anything. she’s stunning. zayne often is. her jet black hair. her pretty green eyes.
so you can only say—
"only the orders?"
tara covers her face in embarassment and god, you wish you could do the same. zayne laughs and you swear that it’s so faint yet it tugs your heart.
"i was trying to be discreet." zayne quietly hums. her eyes go to the student id on your uniform and he hums. “miss y/n.”
"oh."
"oh indeed."
tara can’t bear it. so she only scribbles your number on a piece of paper and hands it to zayne without sparing you a gaze.
"we make banana bread even. custard too, it's good! y/n’s the best!”
"it's not on the menu, tara! what are you offering?”
"do you have a message for her?” the reporter asks zayne and she can’t help but smile.
“you won’t see this until tomorrow morning but thank you for the treats you’re baking and i can’t wait to see you. i love you. thank you.”
lie to me ♡ sylus x non mc! reader | angst, happy ending.
cw: blood mention + implied smut.
sylus and you had potential to be great.
that was nothing short of the truth.
however, you were aware that in his heart... lived a woman he thought of daily. a distant memory he'd say sometimes. the woman you had never met but lived to envy at times. other times reason why your coffee tasted too bitter in the morning and the utter reason that sylus could never be kind to you.
(you wanted his heart in a platter and he'd only exchange flesh. it wasn't what you wanted, but it wasn't something you didn't care for either.)
"get up." sylus orders. he makes you furious. he only takes and takes sometimes. yet you're not innocent in your complicity. you're hunting him on white sheets and as you sink your teeth into his shoulder, you make sure he remembers you. you make sure that even when he's with her - he'll find traces of you. you won't let him lie to you too. he's dedicated to loving a memory but you can see the softness in his eye when it comes to you.
that's why the last time that you see sylus, you draw blood.
your teeth breaks his skin and he doesn't even wince. instead he hums in delight.
"you're greedy tonight. are you leaving me soon?"
your silence gives him your answer and in his ruby eyes, there's an ache.
"why?"
the lick of your lip - he catches how you lick his blood and it now rests in your system. it has you revealing the truth. he has your heart. it's all his. you've fallen for the leader of onychinus too. somebody else that isn't her. how pitiful, he wants to think yet his heart is breaking in half due to his vow. he doesn't understand.
"i didn't mean for that to happen." he says, oh so softly and you can only blink. you're scared that the wrong words will tumble out of your mouth and it seems like this was the perfect outcome. sylus seems disappointment but there's no anger. understanding, if anything and your eyes can't help but water.
"you never do. one just does." you say and you don't know if it's the right thing to say. you don't catch the airiness in your tone. if this is the last time that you speak with sylus then let these be the words to sink in his memory. "it's not hard to fall in love with a person as bright as you, sylus. that's just the honest truth."
. . .
it's 3:00am and sylus was long gone. you had fallen asleep hours ago. you don't remember falling asleep. you simply remember the ache in your chest as you remembered the reality. your small arrangement with sylus was broken because you had fallen in love with him. if you changed the mindset -
you didn't have a chance with sylus. you never did. you only fooled yourself into thinking you could possibly change his mind. you were an idiot.
movie nights and toothpaste - fem!caleb x reader | fluff drabble.
author's note: i saw a fem!caleb fanart and well, now we're here. i'm trying to get out all my drafts in time for the 31st, ah!!! enjoy.
when you told caleb that you wanted to watch a movie before bed,
she had already programed that she was going to have to carry you to bed afterwards. that's how it usually ends. the main protagonist is solving the final piece of the puzzle and when caleb's so close to figuring it out ; your snore breaks in. it catches her attention instantly.
so tonight, she was more than impressed, as you stood up from the sofa.
...now she's a little less impressed.
she can't keep her eyes off you. your dark eyes keep falling and there's toothpaste dribbling down your chin. you've got a mess on collar of your shirt and it's almost like the smell of overwhelming smell of mint doesn't seem to register in your mind. your fighting agaisnt your eyelids too much to think.
"y/n-" she tries at first. her eyebrows are furrowed and she's rinsing herself off before starting with you. "if you were sleepy, you could've just-"
"are we done?" you mumble, half-asleep.
she sighs and soon, a smile is on her face. "you sure are. look at this mess, baby."
"i don't care, i'm tired." you whine and she sighs. this is her fault. she had the opportunity to tell you you were rude while the two of you were strictly friends. instead, she wanted to be the only one who dealt with it. what an insane woman, especially over you.
"hurry up." you grumble and she's blinking.
"are you waiting for me, oh sweet princess?" she quips.
"shut up. carry me." you order but there's rose on your cheeks. even if you're shaken with sleep.
there's something so utterly infuriaring about you.
if you were being absolutely honest... you couldn't figure out what was going in your mind when it came to him. it seemed like a very tight knot came undone in a matter of seconds when he smiled to you. there's something so infuriating about him and you don't know what it is.
it wasn't the way he dressed. sylus although heavy into darker colors; he always looks so handsome. so it can't be that. it can't be the color of his hair nor the softness of his eyelashes. it can't be his intense eyes. they're like staring into absolution. your shoulders would relax when you stood by his side. so it wasn't any of those things.
you'd often sit at night - asking yourself the same question. over and over again. you just needed to figure it out. did you hate him? did you want to be his friend? what were these things that you were feeling?
and soon enough, you understood it.
a man like sylus was honest and you couldn't fathom that. he was sweet as nectar. not even on a good day could you think of a solid insult for him. having that thought alone seems insulting at times. he could annoy you, but you respected him.
he was n109's terrfying feat but,
he was so sweet.
fuck, you shouldn't have accepted this outing.
the beach waves crash in your ears and you stare into the sea.
this is why you avoid sylus.
he's always so honest. he doesn't care about anybody else and you had never cared about anybody else. you were sharp to society's standards with women and you couldn't afford a misstep. you were in the highlight of your hunter's career (let it be for better or worst.)
but now, until the beach's red lights - you can't help but be lost in him. he's enjoying the music that plays from your phone. you were sure that he'd hate this sort of thing. you wanted to find something, anything that proved your point but it seemed like all he really cared about was being with you.
"you're having fun." sylus says, matter-of-fact. and if you had more fire in you, you would've argued back.
but when everything's stripped to core, he was right.
you enjoyed being with sylus.
"i am."
for a second, you can see the surprise on his face. the feral kitten had let herself be pet. you think he'll say - that he'd tease. but instead his cheeks flushes. your heart pounds at the unexpected and you found yourself looking away as well.
how cute.
both of you are so weird tonight.
your shoulders are brushing together and you feel like a teenager with a crush. when you're trying to read his body language and it seems like everything you know about flirting is dust. it makes sense that you do. you've never liked anybody before sylus.
"do you like the moon?" you ask timidly and sylus can only hum.
“and then, i went to the little trinket shop and i was trying to find mocha— you know, the one i was telling you about.” you’re rambling. it comes a point in the night where you can't stop rambling and everything is oh, so amusing. the words spew faster than your thoughts and you can't do anything but blame caleb.
she had a mission that involved being out of orbit for a few days and you were left with too many thoughts. you often told your girlfriend every single thought that graced your head. after all, she is your girlfriend. why wouldn't she hear you babble on?
and as odd as it may soon to some, caleb needed to hear all your thoughts. she was given the opportunity to be the solace of your thoughts and she wouldn't dare push that away. she loved it. she loved it more than anything.
however, she didn't enjoy missing you nor not knowing where you were. she'd grumble under her breath and tighten her gloves too many times. you loved her enough to make his soul never lonely because she saw that no matter the soul doubts in her head, you loved caleb.
more than anything.
she’s only been in the room for fifteen minutes, had barely changed and you had already crawling into her personal space. caleb can't help but stare as you talk. your legs over her own and she can't help the love that ooze from her eyes.
serene night - fem!rafayel x reader | fluff drabble.
author's note: the party has not stopped. let's get gayer. happy pride!!! <3 - extreme fluff. alcohol mention!
sometimes rafayel needed inspiration.
she'd have you try different drinks, different flavors and see how your cheeks dotted with color. the olive grazed with a tint of pink, she catches how your big brown eyes seem to get darker and she can't help but note it all. after all, you're her muse.
rafayel knew you couldn't handle your liquor.
after two drinks, she'd find you resting in between her legs as she draws. you're looking up at her and she's absolutely stunned by the adorance in your eyes. it makes you choke. tonight, she had set up an easel and you were sitting across her.
a giggle leaves her mouth as she catches you. you look so pretty. her heart can't help but speed up and rafayel sets the brush aside. the piece is done. you're asleep in the sofa, elbow on the sofa and fist crumbled in the crook of your neck. she catches the uncomfort instantly and she's standing up.
"up you go." rafayel says quietly, she leans down and moments like these were rare. they were intimate. they were all rafayel wanted.
when the two of you were together - rafayel had no doubts. you were heaven. loving you came with a lot of guilt. she often thinks about lemuria, destiny; but even in this universe, even in this body - you love her.
she's no longer the tall man he was, instead; a woman paints you and you look at her with the same love. you look at her with the same face.
when rafayel dies; she will force god to entwine your fates. even if she is the saddle you ride with. she will be with you for all eternity.
she leans down and you're instantly swarmed with rafayel's sweet scene. you hum sleepily and you're burying your face in the crook of her neck. "'m sleepy."
"i told you were a lightweight."
"am not." you try to argue but she can tell you're too exhausted to argue about the visible truth. "it was really good. i had a lot of fun, rafi."" you add on.
you were as sweet as sugar when you were drunk. she knew that the two of you were still nervous - shaky feelings of excitement and messing up - but she enjoyed seeing you. no, she loved seeing you like this. sleepy, giggly, loud - oh, she loves you in your more intimate moments.
"do you want to stay?" you ask and rafayel can't help the pout on her face.
luxurious - fem!caleb x reader | ( 18+) smut drabble.
author's note: june and caleb's birthday? yeah, this was a given. i'm a few days late but! happy birthday to caleb and to those celebrating, have safe fun lol. reader is implied to be black and there's a strap somewhere. happy monday! <3 (i hope this makes sense, this gave me some trouble lol.)
sometimes caleb wonders if she likes skyhaven.
she comes to the deduction that she absolutely fucking hates it.
but the final opinion is that she absolutely loves when you come over to her side of the world. let it be skyhaven, let it be linkon, let it be anywhere
did she enjoy saying goodbye to you? absolutely not. caleb felt like her heart was being pressed when you were hurting. when you looked at her with your big brown eyes puddled with tears and your damp eyelashes.
yeah, she'd rather do a double mission than watch your lip quiver.
her opinion had changed drastically since the second you landed and sunk into her... you automatically shifted into comfort. you could let loose. your hypervigilence was there but you both knew that before anything could happen to you, caleb was there.
that's what she loved.
being reminded that you love her as much as she loves you. being reminded of how much you miss her. being reminded why she's even doing all of this. she loves you so greatly and she can only think of doing what she does, for a future where the both of you are happy. safe, more importantly.
caleb might not enjoy it by herself but the second you were alone with her and you shifted into comfort. it seemed like you could let loose. the sense of security was there and you were absolutely foolish. caleb loved it. she loved walking behind you in a small club; one where nobody knew either of you.
in skyhaven, you're not a hunter. in skyhaven - you can drag her by the belt-hoop and caleb's hand can rest on your ass as you walk in. her fingers are tugging on the short, way too short skirt, that was currently on your body. truthfully, she wanted to grab you and throw you over her shoulder. take you home away from the prying eyes.
until you're you're tipsy enough to lose your social anxiety and you're grinding on her. you're messy. she's constantly trying to tug your skirt and trying to take a peek. the two of you are horrid. neither of you are bending wills and neither of you are using words. it's all shared glances and shared shots. see how far the other will take it. the night keeps moving with the trail of saliva. the heavy bass music in the system thumps in your ears.
"aren't you a treat tonight?" caleb asks, leaning into your ear and you can't help the hum that leaves your mouth.
"am i?"
"what's the celebration?" she asks, bringing the empty glass to yours. it's merely a few hours later and she's burning. she needs to absolutely wreck herself. and by wreck herself, she means kneeling infront of you and receiving praise. she's a dog and in her eyes, the only person that could possible understand her - is here with her.
"don't be silly. it's your birthday." you say gently. in the haze of seduction and the dancing, there's sincerity. she looks over and your eyes are sparkling with so much love. "i'm dancing with my girlfriend for her birthday. when do we get a chance?"
you're insane. why would you say that to her? do you not know that she only wants you? that if she died today; the aftertaste would be sweet as your perfume.
caleb leans in your ear, her heart can't handle this anymore. she needs to do something. anything. so she boldly whispers, "why am i sharing my present?"
"do you want to leave?"
"i have only two hours left of my birthday, let's go home. i want to cuddle." she says and she's wrapping her arms around you. she presses tiny kisses on your cheek. "please?"
"alright. let's go." you say, returning a peck. "guide me home."
. . .
click!
"it's my birthday... you don't mind, right?" caleb asks but her voice is full of insincerity. she knows you won't complain. she knows that you like it. caleb keeps too many tabs on you, she knows what you like and what you don't. she knows you better than anybody else. you were the one that suggested cameras during sex, after all.
you can't speak. nothing leaves your mouth except moans and attempts of your sweet girlfriend's name. you can't feel anything except the softness in your skin and the tightness in the pit of your stomach. caleb had the bright idea of a pretty red strap-on. something sweet.
"do you like the red, baby?" caleb asks. the fun thing about her evol is the fact that caleb's currently thrusting into you and you're still in one position. your tits are on her face and she can't help but bite.
there's a mess of fluids; mostly yours. the vibration rings off the walls and the stains on the pink sheets makes caleb euphoric. caleb swears she's never seen a prettier girl. she holds your chin, making you look straight into your eyes. your eyelids heavy.
every time I read ur fem Zayne fic my Bi heart jump with joys <3 🩷
omg omg omg. i’m at work currently and this just made me so so happy :( i’m absolutely glad you like it. pride month is for all of us and i have very heavy thoughts of fem!zayne!! i hope you have a lovely pride & know there’s more fem!zayne coming soon!! <3
we can’t be friends — xavier x non mc!reader | blurb, angst.
"i would like to not see you anymore, xavier." you say. oh, so gently. oh too loudly. it's the peak of midnight and the two of you are sitting in his car. he's parked outside of your too shaby apartment and the two of you are talking. it feels just like the beginning, but it is nothing but the end. you had to stop this madness.
it's been three weeks after your breakup and it's odd. all the two of you did afterwards, was just this. xavier wouldn't say anything about the cigarette smoke and you'd ignore the fact that his phone wouldn't stop buzzing. it's funny how things are.
"i know you said we could be friends, but i can't do this." he's staring at your chipped nails as you speak. they're black. he should've known something was bitter. you hated dark colors in general. you hated anything that could throw you into a spiral. maybe you were starting to hate him too.
“why not?” xavier asks and he’s reminding himself to breathe.
“xavi" you say quietly and he can’t even look at you. he’ll crumble. fold into his own words. “you know why."
you're still in love with him.
"you're my best friend."
it's the first retaliation. you knew he wasn’t going to make this easy.
"jeremiah's your best friend. you need to be nicer to him." you say playfully, but you haven't looked at him. you can't. xavier owns your soul. truthfully. you had never loved anybody ever like you loved him. what a silly thing. you couldn't look him in the eye. that's exactly the thing that gives you away.
"are you leaving the flower shop?"
that's where the two of you met. you sometimes helped jeremiah. a sweet florist that kept xavier's silly days bright. you were bold, you danced and spun around the shop. he sometimes came over to simply watch you. you had so much... color.
you shake your head, "no. but, if you know i'm there - give me the heads up. i'll leave."
"i don't want to make you uncomfortab-" he tries and he's so sweet that it makes you furious.
"xavier." you say, "i'm still very much in love with you."
"please. you're my best friend." he begs and you wish he'd ask for you back. it'd make this all so much easier. that's why you have to rip the bandaid-
"i'm sorry. you have jer and mc-"
"don't."
"right. of course. it always is with her, right?" you say, so sadly and he feels his heart being stomped on. god. fuck- "i have to go, xavier. i'll see you around."
he doesn't have the strength to stop you. he watches you walk away and you wonder, for a long time -
your girlfriend | fem!zayne x reader (fluff drabble)
author's note: somebody tell me that pride month doesn't mean fem!zayne month and to write somebody else. i just have soo many hcs with zayne. i'm sorry. i'm in love with her. music doesn't help.
when zayne and you were starting to date, you had tried to read by her side.
it was something both of you could enjoy with such hectic schedules at times, and doing it together didn't seem that bad. it seemed sweet. you found yourself daydreaming about it at work. until it comes. there's a huge problem.
the problem was the two of you together, in one bed, attempting to read and fighting with urge to just stare at each other. you're wearing her shirt and your legs are stretched on top of hers. her hand rubs circles on your knee and at least one of you is reading. you can't focus. you can't help but just... stare.
your crush on zayne never once subdued. you're unsure if you're angry or pleased with her. her hair is pulled into a ponytail and her signature glasses rest on her face. she has the prettiest green eyes you've ever seen. no, scratch that. she had the prettiest eyes you had ever seen.
she still brings that biting sharpness that makes your cheeks burn. it never went away. you don't think it could ever go away. it just seemed to get worse. you'd make eye contact at times and you'd have to look away.
"you're staring. i can't focus on this word." she says but you catch the curve of her lips.
"i know. sorry." you say, snapping your eyes to the ceiling and she's slapping the book shut. her eyes fall on you and she can only ask,
"are you apologizing for looking at your girlfriend?"
your heart flutters so slowly and you can't help but tsk. you're trying to shake her off. your eyes moving to the picture of the two of you on her nightstand. "shut up, don't say that."
"am i not your girlfriend?" she asks and there's lightness on her face. she's pressing her face close to your own and you whine loudly. you can't help but cover your entire face whole.
i have very fond feelings about these extremely specific headcanons so if you do any of these things too... this is for you lol. gen z lads btw.
zayne knows the whole high school musical soundtrack. he truthfully wishes it was because he liked the movie, but no. you were simply obsessed with it. it had been years since you saw the first one. he remembers seeing you gush about it at eight years old and now, once again - in your twenties. you know the dances by heart and even though you're not a good singer, you sing all the songs. you try hard not to bother him, truthfully. that's why he has his own study. but he can't get much done when you're in the hallway, although lipsynching and being in mute - you're expressive. your eyebrows furrow to the beat, your legs move and he's a fool if he doesn't enjoy this side of you. it's not every single day that you two have a free day and have a time to not worry about the hundred of things that surround you.
xavier loves going out with you. in every sense. but this time he means literal. you always get so excited the hours leading to it. he's very much a homebody - or so you thought. he surprisingly goes anywhere you go, but you have a theory he just likes following you around.
sylus is your biggest fan. truthfully. it's hard to believe you ever hated the guy. whatever you do, he truthfully supports. after a bad accident, you're left with a lot of free time and you're realizing that all you really do is work. you don't really do much except when you visit sylus. he tells you that you genuinely have rhythm and you should consider dancing. you laugh and tell him it's silly. until you do it. and suddenly, missions are excrutingly long. all you want to do is go home, put the pretty outfit that sylus bought you and dance until it was time for dinner. sylus enjoyed it just as much, truthfully. you were branching into so many music styles, his vinyls were being used and suddenly the two of you are having a much better time around each other. you wouldn't tell him but sylus brought some color to your... somewhat Odd life.
author's note: not labelling it as smut since it's steamy at most. i have many thoughts about fem zayne. enjoy them.
“i miss you." zayne's voice cracks through the pink laptop.
it's currently nighttime. the stars are peeking through your hotel room and the only light in your room is zayne on your screen. the two of you were currently on a work trip and for the first time, zayne was nowhere near you. you never commented on it but zayne was always close. let it be a convenient mission or her not letting you go alone.
the association sent you to train for a few weeks a little too far from home and zayne had been called in for a favor in the arctic. you remembered her face when you told her and she instantly scrunched her nose.
"i do not enjoy that."
she's resting in the opposite side of the world, a soft lilac tank-top on her skin and you can see her cleavage. you tighten the tie around your robe and you can't help but laugh quietly. oh, so loving. oh, so nervous. you had never done this. you had never been bold… but zayne was so far away. and as needy as she was, you were so much worse. god.
“hi, zayni.” you say softly. you catch how the camera blurs and you lean forward. a shaky breath leaving your body as you discreetly tug the band. you're rubbing the lense as the robe slowly exposes the pretty lace on your skin. "i miss you too. what are you doing?" you ask once you're pleased with the camera and give it a soft smile.
you were being a pain. you knew that but all you wanted to hear was..
the quiet sigh leaves zayne's mouth and you're fighting the smile that wants to escape you. so she is as needy as you. "the camera, y/n."
"i know. i want you to see."
zayne looks up, the glasses - her light blush. the fluster last a second before she's cocking her head. an amused smirk on her face. what a dog.
"what else do you want me to see? is there a reason you're so pretty?"
you nod and your heart is hammering in your chest. "tara and i got some permanent tattoos. what do you think?" you ask as you stand. the robe is falling to the floor as zayne's drowning in the sight of the flowers on your hip; that drags all the way to your ribcage. a beautiful flower. if she was thinking straight; she was sure she'd get it. "i was thinking about getting it done for real." the baby blue lace, every single curve on display. you're bold even - the loss on her words has you turning for her.
"fuck, y/n." she hisses and you can't help but giggle.
is there somewhere? | tara x reader (drabble / fluff!)
author's note: i'm a tara enjoyer. so guess what? happy pride to the best friends to lovers troupe enjoyer (me!) and happy pride to the best friends we all fall in love with. note: @starflcwr - lowkey for you! i love talking about tara with you. cheers to our sweet girl.
you're figuring out a lot at the moment.
under the hotel room's neon lights, you're trying to remember if you packed your fuzzy pink socks. you're unsure if the television behind the two of you worked and you're trying to piece in your mind in what moment of the night - you fell in love with tara.
it's one of those rare missions that you're not paired off with xavier. tara and you were pitched together for the first time in a long time. you couldn't say no. you wouldn't say no. so you were swept to a city with flashy lights. heartbreaker seemed to have some loose ends here that jenna needed checked. it was nothing but a routine check; yet the neon lights and alcoholic drinks are so sweet that you're swept with emotions.
tara has matching socks. she has her yellow tube socks on and she's dancing to the song that's overheard from the room over. you're aware that you're drunk. you're aware that the two of you took the trip a little too loose - but,
has tara always looked this pretty?
her eyes are brown, that's what you'd answer if anybody ask. when you were alone with your diary; you'd describe her as honey. tara is sunlight and you want to surround her. constantly. you're staring at her and your heart wants to dance with hers.
her hands are in the air and the two of you, for a brief second, make eye contact.
is your heart aware? why does it want her so bad?
you can’t help but look away. your eyes are on your hands and you can’t help but frown. you're always pulling back. you're always afraid. you're always holding back. you're so afraid. you're so afraid of loving freely. you're so afraid of ruining everything between tara and you. she's your best friend. she's the constant in this messy world. through the memories and visions; confusions - she's the only thing that's honest.
you've had enough.
you stand and she's smiling widely at you.
"do you want to dance with me?"
your fingers lace easily. tara has soft hands, her nails are always so pretty; yet she has tiny papercuts. you assume she's clumsy with her hands. odd since she does tarot cards. where did this girl come from? why do you feel so easy when you're with her? you can't help but spin her. there's a giggle leaving her mouth.
"what are you thinking about?" tara asks, "you look happy."
"i'm thinking about you."
. . .
"can you say it again, please?"
the lights are low. you're in tara's bed and your heart can't stop pounding. you're sure that you're drunk. love drunk. that's the only thing that can describe it. tara and you are laying in the same bed; staring at each other - her fingers playing with yours. your tube socks are linked together and you've never felt so happy. you've never felt so light.
"i'm thinking about you." you say quietly, shyly.
tara smiles softly, "well, are you?"
you nod and she's instantly wrapping her arms around you.
