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~! ♡
