cy or cinny, she/they, filo, sleep deprived theater major, Layla kin | 【 i write about things I care way too much about】
AND SLEEP IN THIS DIRT WE CALL OUR BED..
MY WORKS.. !
my writing blog will mainly be this one. but I do have @knuvvi for doodles and art stuff, I'll probably post art stuff there if I'm bored.
series: wilting dove 🕊 (soon) , (tba)
Inconsistent updates ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎♡
WARNINGS
this blog is mainly yandere focused. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. i can, and will block someone if you come at me for the shit i write about here. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOU OWN CONSUMPTION.
MASTERLISTS | tags | previously ↺ your lipstick stain.. twst
synopsis; on a dreary night, a nameless band and singer relieves phainon of his homesickness. determined to find her once more, their worlds collide when phainon realizes: his favorite vocalist is his classmate (name).
genres/warnings; smau, college au, classmates to lovers, profanity, timestamps don’t matter, photographs are non-representative of reader, fem!reader.
⤷ [03.15.2026] status; ongoing - updated every saturday.
╰ YOUR LIPSTICK STAIN IS A WORK OF ART ! 💋 vil schoenheit.
you recently ordered a new lip stick, why not let your boyfriend have a little taste of it as well? after all you two would look so cute with matching lips. (and your lips on his)
featuring. vil schoenheit, (x),(x),(x)
ps. this was an old draft but i kinda reworked it to fit my newer writing lmao, my man came home to me TWICE i gotta celebrate his bday somehow :x more notes maybe ooc, reader can be interpreted as fem! reader, reader wears makeup esp lipstick/lip gloss, established relationship, may have some suggestive implications. vil may come out mean but trust me that man is OBSESSED.
you often browse magazines and makeup catalogues in boredom, with your boyfriend being a busy actor, Vil can't accompany you all the time. so when you see this new lip gloss that's going viral on magicam you just have to try it, it's at an affordable price too!
Staring at your own plump lips at the mirror you smack your lips with a 'pop!' It suits you well! you thought giddily.
But upon grazing your tongue on your lips you taste a little bit of cherry soda, a very interesting combination.
Suddenly a thought pops up in your head that you can't help but grin in mischief, if one would look at you they'll definitely suspect you're of the Pinker bloodline (chenya's). You excitedly ran out the room with a spring in your step.
Entering the lounge you saw the figure of your boyfriend sitting on one of the velvet cushion chairs. Vil is reading one of the scripts for his latest film role, so intensely focused he didn't even notice you entering the room.
Dressed in a casual henley top and comfy looking pants, his hair pulled up into a mini bun held by a familiar claw clip (resembling one you swore you lost just about a week ago), his front bangs swept to the right side of his face, with small wisps of strays curling upon his forehead. On the bridge of his nose propped up a square reading glasses. Overall, your boyfriend looks charming as always.
With a hop in your step you loom over the chair, but your boyfriend being Vil, didn't even move an inch, his figure still sitting straight with a regal posture. But you know better, one thing you've gotten good at aside from tolerating your boyfriend's unpredictable temper is that you've gotten good at reading him.
To the way his eyebrow twitches—a telltale sign that he knows you're up to no good, or the way his posture shifts ever so slightly, leaning into the plush of the velvet cushion when you position yourself directly behind him. Leaning towards you. All without breaking his concentration.
"Vivi~" you pout despite knowing that he can't see it with you directly behind him, you hoped it's evident in the lilt of your voice. All you got was a low hum as vil turns another page on his script.
You bet he knows your pouting due to the lack of attention being thrown your way.
"You're a meanie.." you slump over to his side, making sure to throw him off of whatever focus he is on.
"Pay attention to meee—eek!"
You let out a loud squeak when he easily manhandles you into sitting on his lap, all while never once breaking contact with whatever scene he's reading.
Sometimes you forget that your boyfriend also frequents the gym..
Your cheeks heating up at the thought of your partner's muscles, which are caging you into his lap, his hand rests on the small of your back.
"Can you not be a bother for once? I need to finish reading this script by tomorrow, it would be a great service if you stay still for once." he reprimands but without a bite in his voice.
You roll your eyes, despite the harshness of his words the way he's keeping your waist at a tight grip says otherwise. Your boyfriend really needs to learn how to be honest with what he wants.
"Blah blah, who cares about your script? you can finish that later." You dismissibly waved, "I need to show you something first."
"What is it?"
You frown when he doesn't even look at your direction, his eyes are still glued to those damned monologues. you're adorable when you’re frustrated y/n.
"Look at me first," you whine cupping his cheeks with your palms and trying to tilt his field of vision to no avail. "Vivi!"
"You know how I hate that damned nickname, right?" he frowns, his perfectly arched brows creasing ever so slightly in annoyance.
Fuck. Why does your boyfriend have to have such a stunning face?
"So? it's cute either way, plus~ you like it when i call you like that~" you giggle, vil has this weird way of showing what he likes.
He may act like he's disgusted by your entire existence but the perks of being his beloved girlfriend is that you can get away with anything, well mostly unscathed.
"You don't even want me to call you like that in public, remember?"
"Because it's childish." "No, it's not!"
"Just get on what you wanted to show me, or get out." He sighs, defeated by your unyielding stubbornness.
your cheshire like grin returns as an idea made its way to your mind.
"Okayy~"
**chuu ~
You laughed. It’s cute the moment your lips left his skin his head immediately snapped to your direction, and taking advantage of his momentary shock you also kissed the corner of his lips.
that lip gloss is pigmented by the way, and now you've left a glaring kissmark on your boyfriend's face. It's very worth it.
"Do you like it? It's cherry soda flavored and it matches your lipstick." you bat your lashes with a cheshire grin, suppressing a giggle at your victory of getting him to look at you.
"Hm, is it?" his violet eyes narrowed slightly, a darker glint passing through them. His posture shifted to a much straighter form before he placed the script on top of one of the arm rests.
"I didn't quite catch the flavor you speak of, why don't you do it again? properly this time." His lips curled into a smile through gritted teeth.
You blink at his tone of voice, your mischievous grin disappearing to a slight gap. Suddenly having a moment of realization that this may be a big mistake.
You know that tone of his, and you're so very sure you wouldn’t be moving from this position unless he's done with your discipline.
But hey, you got to finally have his attention away from that damned script of his~! ♡
Jason heard from a distance just in time for an axe to wedge itself into the head of the guy he was fighting. Jason staggered as the body fell towards him with the axe firmly lodged in their skull.
In a daze, Jason pulled the axe out of the goon's head and looked down the alleyway to find no one in sight. You had perfect aim. The goon died immediately rather than letting them suffer. He scanned the rooftops and found you. You were sharpening another axe as if nothing had happened.
You had a belt of hatchets and axes like some medieval fighter, which you were going for. You were leaving from a Renaissance Festival, and you looked the part. You wore a full costume that you were quite proud of.
You look like a viking with war paint, a fur pelt wrapped around your shoulders, a padded leather outfit, and chainmail armour on top of the leather chest piece. Your helmet was sat by your side alongside your leather belt of hatchets and axes.
You looked almost bored with your legs dangling off the edge of the rooftop and the axe in your lap. You had stumbled upon the fight by chance, on your way home, after drinking too much alcohol at the festival.
"Halló, stranger."
Jason said as he eyed you. Did you step out of 800 CE? Is he going to have to expect more drunk axe-throwing vikings during patrol? Where is the rest of the group? Or were you the organiser of the festival and simply coming home at the end?
"Halló. Hvernig er glæpabaráttan?" (Hello. How is the crime fight?)
Jason didn't know how to respond. You were dedicated to the part. You learned another language just for a few weeks out of the year. He felt speechless. You stood up and jumped from the low-hanging rooftop.
"I best be on my way. Gangi þér vel, hermaður." (Good luck, soldier.)
He watched you stumble away. He was still holding your bloody axe in his hand, but you didn't seem to notice. What just happened? He knows he's going to have to fingerprint the axe, but part of him wants to hand it back to you directly.
The only problem? He has no idea how to find you. Your face paint made your features almost impossible to make out. He seemed to realise this almost too late. As you round the corner, he shouts,
"Hey, wait!"
You staggered as you turned around to face him. You had too much alcohol, but it was the last day of the Renaissance Festival, so you didn't particularly care.
"What do you want, Hood?"
He seemed to hesitate. Now he was uncertain. You were shorter than him, but your viking costume and persona screamed intimidation. You were cute now that he can see you up close. Your face paint was smudged, and the runes were almost completely rubbed off from the long day, but you looked perfect in your imperfections.
You rested a hand loosely on the hilt of one of your hatchets as if to remind him that he's within hatchet distance. He smirked and rested a hand on the handle of one of his guns. Two can play that game then. You seemed feisty and ready for a fight even against a fully trained vigilante. He almost laughed at the thought of you fighting him. He might even let you win if it ever did come to blows.
However, that fight will not be happening tonight. He awkwardly held up your axe in his other hand like a peace offering. A truce, then. You took it back just as awkwardly with a shy smile. You made your axe yourself, and you'd go on a warpath to get it back. The hours it took to engrained the symbols on the metal took far too long, and your back will never be the same again, but it was worth it.
You holstered your axe after trying to flick off the blood. It wasn't all of the blood, but you will clean it when you get home. You'll be furious if you can't get rid of the blood. He said,
"Thanks. For taking care of the goon. They were trafficking children."
Your eyes unnerved him. You looked like you could see through him despite his helmet and mask. You softly replied,
"Velkominn, Jason." (You're welcome)
He felt even more exposed now. Who are you and what else do you know? He was beginning to wonder if he'll have to put a bullet into you, but something made him pause. Any other day he could have without a second thought. Instead, he asked,
"How did you...?"
You gave him a small smile. He's the most obvious of the family. Most people in Gotham aren't as big as Jason Todd, and the few who are don't have enough money to be Red Hood.
"I've never see someone built like you in Gotham. Unless Red Hood was outside of Gotham, it had to be you."
Jason blinked in confusion. He can't exactly hide his muscles and height, however. Touché, stranger. You continued as if it was completely normal,
"The rest of the family is more complicated. Dick is Nightwing, obviously due to his mysterious disappearance from Gotham only to reappear in Bludhaven following Dick's move to Bludhaven, Robin has to be the youngest so Damian, that leaves Tim as Red Robin, Cass is Orphan because she's the only one who rarely speaks, the others I'm filling in the blanks still."
Jason was stunned again. Is he really going to have to silence you? He was starting to actually like you. You shrugged at him with a small smile. You said softly,
"I'm not going to say anything. I've known for years."
Jason breathed a sigh of relief. He really liked you in the short amount of time he's known you. You kissed his helmet and drunkenly hobbled your way into your apartment building nearby.
"Hood, report."
He heard Oracle say in his ear. He shook his head. He said gruffly as he watched you enter your apartment.
"None of your business."
Tim immediately knew what was happening. He could hear the smile in his voice as he asked,
"Who is it?"
Jason huffed while the others laughed. They need to know now.
"I don't know what you are talking about, moron."
Tim smirked on his end. He'll find you. He already saw the CCTV footage after Jason didn't reply to their questions, and now he can find you by your address.
"I'll find out, tough guy."
Jason snorted an amused laugh. He's certain of that much. Your face paint smudged onto his helmet, so there is no way to deny your existence to his family. Jason muttered,
Medical Prodigy Series: Yan!Platonic!Batfam x Neglected!Underground Doctor!F!Reader, Yan!BatVillains x Doctor!F!Reader ; Taglist
Warnings/reminders: may contain dark themes, violence, language, gore, age gap relationships (reader is 18-19 in the current timeline/major love interests are aged down)
hai. look who finally got to learn html coloring (⁎˃ᴗ˂⁎) I literally remade my theme cuz I got tired of the old one 😪 guess who's stuck in cosplay hell lmao. I have a photoshoot by the end of aug, and sept is when my classes comes back lol. (I did gfx all day instead of working on my cosplay lol)
also I'm now addicted to ror, so another one for the masterlist yippe. I'm also removing other fandoms I don't rlly write abt much just cus hyperfixation 🤷♀️ and some other smau masterlist would not be able for now cause I wanna work on redoing them :3 but another thing tho is that I definitely will have stories not here on tumblr, mostly ror cause I want to have a book feel (I refuse to go back to wattpad) and that's my life update ehe ✌︎( •͈ ᗜ•͈ )✌︎.
