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I'm a casual not advanced writer. My works are not masterpieces and I recognize that. I hope to hone the craft the more I interact with it, but there's truly no rush.
I am a very inconsistent person. I try to keep up my posting schedule (1 fic every 2 weeks) and till now it goes very well. I'm getting easily overwhelmed so when it falls apart, it'll crumble completely.
I'm writing "x Reader" fics because I can and it brings me joy. I usually don't do ships.
English is not my first language so there can be mistakes. I'm mostly relying on my own skills in English and my phone's autocorrect of my grammar when I get it wrong. So when there's a mistake I would appreciate you telling me that.
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The warnings: obsession, unprofessional dynamics, implied blackmail and stalking, indebting others, social media
Summary: You're a make-up artist working on set with a third-rate actor, Eric Venue. Both of you seemingly taken a liking to each other, one in a more twisted way than the other.
Povtober 2025, Day 5th [Masterlist]
"Sir, please, do not move your head around."
You chided the blonde actor as you continued applying foundation onto his face.
You are a make-up artist in the entertainment industry who offers affordable prices. The ratio of your experience and rates you're charging is the perfect golden middle that keeps you constantly booked for lots of minor movies who want the quality for a cheaper price. Since you're constantly working, you also get to meet a lot of the lower - and middle tiered actors and become good friends with some of them.
Right now, you are working on the makeup of a third-rate actor, Eric Venue.
You're surprised that he had managed to land a lead role in this movie, with so many rumored scandals behind his belt, but rumors are just rumors, you suppose. And after watching him work for the past few days, you can definitely agree that he is an amazing actor.
You leaned closer to the male to evenly apply the lipgloss onto his lips, distributing the product with the utmost focus. Despite that, Eric's eyes had never left you, even after you finished your job and moved on to another person.
"Cut!" The director yelled through the megaphone. You swiftly maneuvered back onto the set to look over the actors' makeup and fixed the smudges immediately.
And that's how an average day in your job looks like.
. . .
The next morning, the kind and energetic man you used to know him as, looked unusually exhausted. His undereyes had gained this grey-ish color, and it looked like he was battling against sleep when sitting in your chair. Seeing the man clearly struggling, you went over to the buffet area of the set to make a quick blackest coffee possible and handed it to him without a word.
You just nodded wordlessly at his thanks and continued to focus on your work. You had to color correct and apply a heavier concealer under his eyes that day, but thanks to your skills, the cameras couldn't catch the difference. You pointedly ignored the way his eyes were focused on you throughout the entire day.
The movie, if you do say so yourself, has great potential. The story is engaging, the costume designs distinct, and the actors really can act. Where did they get all of those professionals for this cheap? The budget for this project wasn't high at all.
But you have to admit, Eric's acting was truly giving this movie life. Without him, it could never reach the heights it did.
. . .
During the last day of shooting, everyone gathered on the set and thanked each other for the entire experience. You always have been moved during those moments. It always felt like another story coming to an end. Soon after this, you'll have another project to keep yourself busy with, another low-budget action movie, but it won't be the same. It never is the same.
Eric won't be there, you found yourself strangely disappointed at the thought. Throughout the entire filming process, you grew to like the man's presence and looked forward to it. Unfortunately, time doesn't stop for anyone, and both of you have your own lives to attend to and careers to advance.
Just as you were about to leave the building, Eric ran up to you and gave you a bouquet of stunning flowers. "A thank you for the pick-up coffee that one faithful day," he said, a sign of immense gratitude and maybe something more. The blonde made the atmosphere so relaxing, and he even joked that you helped with saving his most important scenes, which you both had laughed at.
You will be missing him, of course. If only you had any idea of how much he will be missing you too.
. . .
"It's all finished, what do you think?" You asked the woman sitting in front of you. You had been in the process of prettying up one of your celebrity friends for an upcoming movie premiere.
"It's perfect, I love it!" Your friend smiled at you, which made you breathe out in relief. You were glad. Fixing this makeup would take forever, and the time was almost up. You both spend way too much time gossiping together. After hugging for goodbye, the woman seemingly remembered something.
"Oh, right! I almost forgot to tell you. There was this one blonde actor guy who kept asking me for your number. He kept saying that he wanted it so you could do his make-up, but I thought it was weird how he was so persistent, and shouldn't he already have access to your business email anyway? I hadn't given it to him, but be aware that this has happened. I'm gonna go now, thank you dear, you did marvelous job as always, take care!!"
The woman said and rushed out of your studio. You stood there shocked for a while, processing her burst of words, and instead shook your head at the situation. You were glad you could trust your friend with the privacy of your personal phone number, at the very least. She was right. If that actor wanted his makeup to be done, he easily could've found my professional email online. What a weird situation, but alas.
A blonde actor guy? Could it really be? You shouldn't hope like that. Eric was just friendly with you, the same way he was with the rest of the staff. You were no exception. You opened your phone to keep yourself grounded and up to date with the newest trends.
To your immediate surprise, your main page had been flooded with so many posts mentioning the movie that you and Eric worked on together, becoming the most popular # on several social media apps.
. . .
The movie turned out to be a massive hit! The premiere was a success. The first week has sold so many tickets, and it has gotten so much positive feedback and even more traction thanks to everyone talking about it. It became an indisputable success who had boosted everyone's fame to the heavens!
The actors starring in the film had rapidly risen in ranks and gained more fans. The producers made millions of thaumarks, and all of the staff members were just delighted to watch it happen! Yourself included, of course.
You weren't expecting to get any boost out of this movie. After all, you were just an uncredited make-up artist on the set. There was no chance for you to get elevated. So you were pleased with watching the joy of others all around you. Everyone has worked so hard on this project. You're glad to see everyone is getting the recognition they deserve.
At least that's what you thought would happen, so imagine your surprise when your previous coworker, Eric Venue, had started to mention you in every single one of his interviews!
Suddenly, your name had gotten traction, and your business flourished! With rows of A-list celebrities coming forth, you could now afford to be picky with your clients and not worry about your finances anymore.
And yet, the second an offer of working together with the blonde man again had appeared, nothing else mattered as you cleared out your entire schedule just for him. As a thanks for the boost he had given you, you thought.
And it was so comforting, the atmosphere in the studio was so relaxing and enjoyable. You were positively glowing with the joy of your work being finally appreciated. And the man sitting in your chair had been the reason.
His eyes became incredibly softer whenever he saw your bright smile. Making a matching smile appears on his own lips, too.
And... Eric has asked you out on a date!!! And he has also asked you for your phone number, since he couldn't obtain it before...
In your euphoria, you forgot that the same man who had helped to elevate you could just as easily bring you down.
Hiiiiii this is my first ask kinda nervous, what about numbers 3, 4, 14, 17? Also congrats on 500 follows!!🎉🎉
-🪩 anon
WAAAA HELLO THERE 🪩 ANON!!! Thank you for the ask💗💗 And the congrats🥹🫶
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3 ⧽. what's something you like about your writing?
I love how spontaneous my writing can get and how I can go from a blank page and no idea to a full fic with an interesting plot I hadn't even thought about! Thinking of all the ideas is the best part tho, and getting to execute them properly brings a great satisfaction.
4 ⧽. is there an au or trope that you haven't written before, but would want to try?
There's so many AU's I haven't partaken in yet, and I'd love to try them all out! I'm currently mostly interested in Idol and Self Aware AU's, but since I've done the self aware already, I think I'll aim for the idol or the classic coffee shop instead!
14 ⧽. is there anything outside of your normal content that you want to write?
I've only written a fraction of everything I could've written so there will be many more things from many genres that I plan to partake in. For the longest time I've been aiming for a looong fic, with a 10k words or so, but I've never had the focus or motivation enough to sustain such a big project. In the future maybe?
17 ⧽. are there any songs you want to write a songfic for?
There's like a LOTT of them! I love so many songs and they all have so much potential for an amazing story, it's truly amazing! Picking only one would be a crime.
No because what the actual fuck was that decision?
You mean to tell me months—if not YEARS—of development.
…and your solution was to throw the ENTIRE SIXTH LOVE INTEREST into the trash?
ARE YOU SERIOUS?
I'm not saying people shouldn't have been angry about the 731 reference. They absolutely had every right to be. Unit 731 is one of the darkest chapters in history and if that reference was made carelessly, then yes, people deserved an apology and an explanation.
But explain to me how Valko became the sacrificial lamb here.
Who exactly does this help?
The people who were hurt by the reference? They still deserve accountability.
The people who were excited for Valko? Congratulations, you just told them to go fuck themselves.
The developers who spent who knows how long creating an entirely new LI? Their work gets deleted overnight.
So what was the goal here?
Because this doesn't feel like taking responsibility. It feels like corporate damage control.
Fix the story.
Rewrite the chapter.
Delete the offending reference.
Delay the release.
Fire whoever thought using 731 and 611 was acceptable if you have to.
But deleting an ENTIRE CHARACTER because of a mistake in ONE PART OF THE GAME is such an absurd overreaction that I genuinely can't wrap my head around it.
I'm just so unbelievably disappointed. because Infold's response was somehow even worse than the original mistake.
We lost a character.
The developers lost their work.
The fandom lost something people had been excited about.
What an absolute fucking waste.
wow so valko got cancelled. i'm flaming all the valko haters out there. mind you, the people working at infold spent more than a year to create his character design + lore + memories + trailers. basically, all their hard work went to waste. and, it's not just them. all the voice actors for valko who were probably looking forward to voice him lost the opportunity because of the cancellation.
1 ⧽. if you could sit down and finish any one of your wips without anything stopping you (time, tiredness, etc), which fic would you choose? tell us about it if you want!
2 ⧽. if you could sit down and finish any completely new fic without anything stopping you (time, tiredness, etc), what would you write? tell us about it if you want!
3 ⧽. what's something you like about your writing?
4 ⧽. is there an au or trope that you haven't written before, but would want to try?
5 ⧽. is there a certain kind of fic that feels the most satisfying to finish? any reason why?
6 ⧽. if you were to write a part two/sequel to a fic, what fic would you want to write it for?
7 ⧽. is there a fic you wish you received feedback on, but didn't get any/much? this ask game is asking someone else to then give feedback on said fic, pretty pretty please!!!
8 ⧽. what part of [insert fic] is your favorite?
9 ⧽. tell us about a wip/idea that you're excited about!
10 ⧽. what genre is generally the easiest or most enjoyable for you to write? which is the hardest?
11 ⧽. if you were to rewrite [insert fic] with [insert different character/ship] how do you think it might change?
12 ⧽. what's a song or two you associate with [insert fic]?
13 ⧽. do you have any writing projects/goals/plans you're working on/want to work on?
14 ⧽. is there anything outside of your normal content that you want to write?
15 ⧽. if you wrote a fic called [insert title] with [insert character/ship] what do you think it might be about?
16 ⧽. if you wrote a fic called [insert title] what character/ship would you want to write it for?
17 ⧽. are there any songs you want to write a songfic for?
18 ⧽. how do you want your writing to feel to your readers?
19 ⧽. give a hint/teaser about something you're writing without any context or explanation! tease us haha
20 ⧽. answer any one of the other questions that you want to!
Tags: crack fic, funny, lighthearted, comedy, fluff kinda, second hand embarrassment, embarrassment, the laugh is pure amusement and joy don't mistake it for mocking.
Summary: You're tired after school. You constantly trip over small rocks on your way back, and that one time you fell onto Minajael!
It's been another long day at RSA. So long, in fact, that you had almost fallen at least 5 times over teeny tiny rocks. You had no energy to even lift your legs properly when walking.
It's been an incredibly long and tough lesson of PE, which was supposed to prepare the students for the incoming Interschool Tournament. It was working, yes, but by Sevens, it was exhausting.
There are only a few steps left, and you'll reach the mirror chamber and will finally head back to your dorm. Then, enter your room, and finally rest for all of the laps you had to run.
Just as you've been walking through the mirror, you have tripped over its frame on the bottom and fell down onto a fellow student on his way out of the dorm.
That managed to wake you up real quick, as you immediately jumped away and started to apologize profusely, not even daring to look up.
This moment will keep haunting you awake for the next 30 nights.
"It's fine, don't worry about it." Said a warm and reassuring voice, which made u pause. You know that voice. When you finally dared to lift your head, you were met with a prince of the Scalding Sands, Minajael Tealrajah.
After seeing your face, the man couldn't help but laugh, which he quickly stifled as he stared at your pure mortification. Quickly regaining his composure, he'd calmly reassured you that everything was good.
And when you thought it was all over, just as you both were to part your ways, you had stumbled on the uneven pavement tile and fell straight into the man's arms, leaving both of you laying on the ground.
IF YOU EVER COULD LIVE DOWN THE PREVIOUS FALL, THEN THIS ONE WAS A TOTAL DISASTER. No rescue. The soul leaves your body.
At that point you wished for the ground to swallow you up completely, or to faint at least.
Please, let me faint, please PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!!!!
You weren't bestowed mercy like that.
Your face had found itself against the prince's chest, your torso against his hips, and your legs laying uselessly on the ground.
You were so red, your face was practically burning, and you're pretty sure he could feel the heat, too.
This time, Minajael couldn't hold in his surprise and burst out in a hearty laughter, the one with the tears at the corners of his eyes, one that made it hard to breathe. You stared amazed at him. It was such joyful sound, so full of life.
Since you were still lying on his chest, you could feel the vibrations in his chest when he laughed, making you fluster even more.
What wasn't helping was the circle of nosy students who were looking at the interaction of you two. Yeah, your social life is done now.
When Minajael had finally looked down at you, with a redness on his cheeks from the laughter, so out of breath that he was panting. You couldn't bring yourself to say a single word. You tried. You just couldn't.
His hair was slightly messy, his cheeks had a reddish tint, his chest was heaving trying to catch a breath, and that oh so stunning smile of his, wide and showing teeth. He looked divine, otherworldly, untouchable.
Well... He would be untouchable if you hadn't been lying down on him...
At the realization, you immediately lifted yourself off of the man and just hid your face in between your hands. The victim of your "tackling" just laughed at your reaction again.
He quickly got back onto his feet, cleaning his attire from any dust from the ground and lending you a hand with a still amused expression, yet it wasn't mocking.
"Are you okay?" Minajael asked as he helped you up, your face still burning. You couldn't help but avoid his eyes and shake a little from nervousness. His hands were so soft that you couldn't help but melt a little.
Then, as if waking up from a dream, you shot up when he squeezed your hand a bit and looked at you with concern.
"Y-Yes! Yes, I'm fine! Thank you for catching me, and I'm sorry!" You said very quickly and immediately turned around to run away.
... And you fell over another pebble. The prince's laughter had rung out once more. That pure unrestrained laugh of pure happiness, one you couldn't get enough of. You suppose you wouldn't mind making an embarrassment of yourself just to hear that sound once more.
The warnings: obsession, manipulation, being forced to eat food, unconsenting kiss
Summary: During the Firework Fest you meet a younger sister of your schoolmate, and she caught a crush on you.
Povtober 2025, Day 6th [Masterlist]
"Awhh, come on! You can still eat a bit more, right?" Said the girl enthusiastically, trying to hand-feed you curry, the spiceness well beyond what you could handle. The spice tolerance of Vipers is absolutely no joke.
Your apparent struggling had been pointedly ignored by the entire family, while the girl had been giving you heart eyes this whole time, holding up the spoon full of food while giggling. And just when you were about to say no, the glare of the young man in the corner had effectively made you swallow up all of your complaints.
But how did you even got yourself into this situation in the first place?
. . .
"Hey! Wanna come with us to celebrate the Firework Fest in Scaliding Sands?"
You said yes, obviously, and together with a few of your schoolmates you went on this trip!
The climate and sights were amazing, nothing like anything you had seen before. The architecture and the mixing of different cultures on the streets, created a chaotic yet endearing atmosphere that took your breath away.
And when all of you had decided to take a break and order food, a little thief had appeared, stealing Jamil's shawarma..!
Lo and behold! It was such a cute woman, standing there and eating the stolen food, as if that's the most natural order of things and..
SHE IS JAMIL'S SISTER?!?
Oh yeah, her stare is identical to his, yeah no, they're 100% related, makes sense.
After chatting with Najma for a while, and Cater introducing everyone, you could feel her gaze lingering on you. When you noticed her staring, trying to be friendly you smiled and waved at her, which in turn made her immediately fumble with her words and turn her head the opposite direction. Red coloring her cheeks. That's cute.
Less than a second later you felt sudden shivers travelling down your spine, and when you turned around to check the source, you saw Jamil glaring daggers at you. He's absolutely terrifying... You gulped down nervously.
. . .
During your visit to the Zahab Market, when you were trying out scarfs in different colors and patterns, you felt someone puffing a cold breath into the back of your neck, which immediately made you jump away with a scream.
You snapped your head, only to find a familiar giggling woman standing in your previous place. Her giggles quickly turning into a full blown laugh at your reaction, clutching her stomach and bending down in half.
Due to her shaking from the laugh, a part of her hair had fallen out of her hairdo, which instinctively made you go closer to her and tuck it neatly behind her ear.
When you realized what you had done, it was far too late, as you stared at the now stuttering and heavily flushed Najma.
You immediately started apologizing, to which the girl had kissed your cheek and then ran off?? You stood there dumbfounded in place, not knowing what to do.. You just hoped Jamil won't find out or else you are going to be dead meat.
. . .
After the fireworks show all of you had been led back to your accommodations in Kalim's Estate. All except Jamil, who had decided to spend the night at his family's house.
He was supposed to go by himself. That was before he had asked you to accompany him.
Which in truth, made you confused and a bit awkward, intruding on someone's family time like that is just plain rude. However, after thinking about how much Jamil had done for you and your friends today, serving as your guide etc. You decided to give in and follow him.
Now, do not get Jamil wrong. He hates that he's witnessing this blooming romance of his sister with his schoolmate, however he knows that Najma needs him in this situation, so he gives in with a sigh and an incoming headache.
Since she's too soft to take things into her own hands, he'll help her. After all, he is her older brother.
. . .
Right after entering through the doorstep, you were hit with a pleasant warm air and the scent of spices floating around the room. When Najma came forward to greet Jamil, and instead had caught a glimpse of you, she immediately dropped the plate with food she had been holding, making a mess on the floor, that she had immediately knelt over by to clean up.
Jamil had also quickly went over to the place of the accident, chiding his sister, and helped her to clean up the glass.
You stood there awkwardly to the side, you didn't want to do nothing, but inserting yourself into this situation also seemed inappropriate.
What you didn't notice, were the words that the two family members shared with each other, when they were hunched together over the broken glass.
Maybe that's better for you.. They said that not knowing is a bliss.
Tags: crack fic, funny, lighthearted, comedy, fluff kinda, second hand embarrassment, embarrassment, the laugh is pure amusement and joy don't mistake it for mocking.
Summary: You're tired after school. You constantly trip over small rocks on your way back, and that one time you fell onto Minajael!
It's been another long day at RSA. So long, in fact, that you had almost fallen at least 5 times over teeny tiny rocks. You had no energy to even lift your legs properly when walking.
It's been an incredibly long and tough lesson of PE, which was supposed to prepare the students for the incoming Interschool Tournament. It was working, yes, but by Sevens, it was exhausting.
There are only a few steps left, and you'll reach the mirror chamber and will finally head back to your dorm. Then, enter your room, and finally rest for all of the laps you had to run.
Just as you've been walking through the mirror, you have tripped over its frame on the bottom and fell down onto a fellow student on his way out of the dorm.
That managed to wake you up real quick, as you immediately jumped away and started to apologize profusely, not even daring to look up.
This moment will keep haunting you awake for the next 30 nights.
"It's fine, don't worry about it." Said a warm and reassuring voice, which made u pause. You know that voice. When you finally dared to lift your head, you were met with a prince of the Scalding Sands, Minajael Tealrajah.
After seeing your face, the man couldn't help but laugh, which he quickly stifled as he stared at your pure mortification. Quickly regaining his composure, he'd calmly reassured you that everything was good.
And when you thought it was all over, just as you both were to part your ways, you had stumbled on the uneven pavement tile and fell straight into the man's arms, leaving both of you laying on the ground.
IF YOU EVER COULD LIVE DOWN THE PREVIOUS FALL, THEN THIS ONE WAS A TOTAL DISASTER. No rescue. The soul leaves your body.
At that point you wished for the ground to swallow you up completely, or to faint at least.
Please, let me faint, please PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!!!!
You weren't bestowed mercy like that.
Your face had found itself against the prince's chest, your torso against his hips, and your legs laying uselessly on the ground.
You were so red, your face was practically burning, and you're pretty sure he could feel the heat, too.
This time, Minajael couldn't hold in his surprise and burst out in a hearty laughter, the one with the tears at the corners of his eyes, one that made it hard to breathe. You stared amazed at him. It was such joyful sound, so full of life.
Since you were still lying on his chest, you could feel the vibrations in his chest when he laughed, making you fluster even more.
What wasn't helping was the circle of nosy students who were looking at the interaction of you two. Yeah, your social life is done now.
When Minajael had finally looked down at you, with a redness on his cheeks from the laughter, so out of breath that he was panting. You couldn't bring yourself to say a single word. You tried. You just couldn't.
His hair was slightly messy, his cheeks had a reddish tint, his chest was heaving trying to catch a breath, and that oh so stunning smile of his, wide and showing teeth. He looked divine, otherworldly, untouchable.
Well... He would be untouchable if you hadn't been lying down on him...
At the realization, you immediately lifted yourself off of the man and just hid your face in between your hands. The victim of your "tackling" just laughed at your reaction again.
He quickly got back onto his feet, cleaning his attire from any dust from the ground and lending you a hand with a still amused expression, yet it wasn't mocking.
"Are you okay?" Minajael asked as he helped you up, your face still burning. You couldn't help but avoid his eyes and shake a little from nervousness. His hands were so soft that you couldn't help but melt a little.
Then, as if waking up from a dream, you shot up when he squeezed your hand a bit and looked at you with concern.
"Y-Yes! Yes, I'm fine! Thank you for catching me, and I'm sorry!" You said very quickly and immediately turned around to run away.
... And you fell over another pebble. The prince's laughter had rung out once more. That pure unrestrained laugh of pure happiness, one you couldn't get enough of. You suppose you wouldn't mind making an embarrassment of yourself just to hear that sound once more.
