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[snowypi]

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[snowypi]

i think we moved on from neck kisses too soon ...

[snowypi]

❄️🐦‍⬛ anon here! I'll try to rest up and recover soon! Have a nice day/evening/night!

thank you <333 have a wonderful night lovely!

[snowypi]

wait lmao sorry i thought i was being obvious abt who i was its me snowyfishes via etc. hru. notice how u went on a break right after i quit i really am the blueprint

yes . no it was like a guess but i wasnt 100% sure anyways get over here i miss u wtf???

[xlmibby]

rafayel is doing it on purpose.

perhaps, you should be used to his way of teasing you by now. he's always accidentally touching you right where he knows you're particularly sensitive or staring from across the couch right at you. his eyes are unusually sharp, then, dark with an emotion that resembles hunger.

perhaps, you should know better than to trust a merman. perhaps, you should stop yourself years ago when you were slowly but surely getting lured in by his charm.

and yet, you can't find it in yourself to regret it. not even right now when rafayel is trying to tease you again.

your eyes remain glued to the screen of your laptop but you can feel rafayel staring at you. the intensity of his gaze almost burns; and it takes everything in you to play your role and pretend that you're unaffected when all you want to do is to hide. you know rafayel is just messing with you... but for some reason you can't quite explain, it feels almost as if he's a predator, observing his prey - just watching and waiting for the right moment to attack. to devour.

still, when his touch comes, it's soft. feather-light, almost.

you hold in a breath as mindlessly, rafayel starts trailing his fingers along your bare thighs while he’s pretending that he's doing something on his phone. it would look real, almost...

...if not for the sly little smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

every time your body tenses ever so slightly, he knows how much he’s affecting you. he is aware that it takes everything in you to stay still when all you crave is to kiss him senseless and make him stop teasing you because you need so much more than just that–

your brain goes blank when you feel rafayel's fingers sneak their way up your exposed thigh. it's slow; achingly so. you know that if you whine and call rafayel out for being mean, he will only feign ignorance like he wasn’t purposely trying to get you all worked up. so you stay still...

...until his fingers graze the hem of your shorts.

this is all it takes for your composure to shatter completely. before you can rethink your decisions, your thighs press together.

"aha! caught you."

rafayel's whisper flutters on the sensitive skin of your neck, his hand still lingering between your. your heart skips a beat, your breath hitches. you swallow as his arm sneaks over your waist, dragging you towards his chest until you're caged in his arms.

maybe, you should feel bad that you get so, so needy. it was just a mere touch and a simple longing stare, after all. maybe, you should try to fight against your feelings and act more nonchalant like many other people do.

but when rafayel presses a hot open-mouthed kiss against the side of your neck, you know you're not the only one who's shameless. not when he wants - needs - you to be more greedy with him.

only because of him. only for him.

[snowypi]

damn.

[snowypi]

❄️🐦‍⬛ anon here! That's good to know at least 😮‍💨 Thank you for kind words! Unfortunately, I'm still busy & sick 😅 but I'm hoping I will recover from flu soon! I hope life is treating you well!

oh no please get well soon!!! i hope youre having lots of ginger lemon peel and cloves they help a ton!! be sure to get lots of rest when possible okay?

[snowypi]

snowfish enthusiast still in ur bio 😢😢 #we will never be over #snowyfishes lives

WHO IS THIS.

[snowypi]

❄️🐦‍⬛ anon here! Don't worry about it! Life doesn't always go as planned as someone has multiple plans but life refuses to cooperate with 😅

YOUR HAND CRAMPED???!!! 😱 Is it okay? Please don't strain your hand and see a doctor if it's serious 🥺 I understand because I would definitely panic too 🤣

I'm sorry because I won't be able to read my request yet 🥲 I promise you that I will read it when I can because I'm definitely looking forward to it (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

ITS OKAY NOW!! i looked it up and did some exercises. it might be bc im practicing guitar w terrible form lately . orrrr my laptop placement. all good tho! thank you for asking <3 AND ITS ALL GOOD NWS! i hope life's treating you well<333 sylus is coming up next

[hirayalia]

just 20cm apart

fluff! zayne meeting reader again after years of not seeing each other, inspired by 20cm by txt— reader is smaller than zayne here, exam season is finished so expect big things coming hehe

zayne wished he remained by your side. cutting contact with you was the hardest decision he had to make, but he did it for your safety. but after seeing you again in the university halls, it's like time never stopped.

he approaches you nervously, only to sigh in relief when you remember him too as you hug him. he cautiously wraps his arms around you, his heart pounding as he realises the height distance between you and him.

you almost jump into his arms, getting up on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck as you rest your head on his chest.

and it was at that moment, he knew he would always want to stay by your side.

you sit next to him in the library, the scent of your strawberry shampoo tickles his nose and all he wants to do is gently pat your head lovingly. the feelings of something more than friendship bloomed in his heart, unsure of whether to contain them or selfishly tell you how he feels.

but as you began to know each other again, he couldn't help but notice every single thing about you. the way you would write cute notes as encouragement, check in to see if he got enough sleep, the way you look so small next to him.

for every day zayne goes another day without confessing, the longing, yearning desire in his heart only gets stronger.

so when zayne comes to you, the stoic walls he selfishly built up come crashing down. when he looks at you as if you hold all the answers in this confusing world, asking if you would consider him as more than a friend, how could you say no?

taglist: @snowypi @starkissedxav @mrsqins @jellyelle @violasepals @xinghuisknight @shionsunny @txtworlddom @erenophilic @vxnillabxn

[snowypi]

AWWWWW THIS IS SO CUTE WHAT

[snowypi]

guys loredrop but while writing bloom anew my right hand cramped up so bad i literally could not stretch or move it. i panicked so bad i was like OH MY GOD THE FIC

[snowypi]

hihi pie my cutie I lvoe you mwah

lyt type shi Heh #nonchalant #2swag4skl #badboy

[snowypi]

❄️🐦‍⬛ anon here! Don't worry about it! Please don't force yourself to be fast if you can't though 🥺 Especially when you have other things that's more important!

HI MY LOVE HERE'S THE ZAYNE PART OF YOUR REQ!!! i am SO SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY ONCE MORE i hope you like it!!

[snowypi]

‧₊˚ bloom anew .. ও

summary: beaten down by the world, you thank zayne for being the only one who does the opposite instead. pairing: zayne x non!mc reader tags: angst, fluff, comfort!!!!, self deprecation, insecure!reader, non!mc fem!reader, domestic, emotional turmoil taglist: @xinghuisknight, @hirayalia, @violasepals, @snowyfishes, @mrsqins, @txtworlddom @thewrldx a/n: this is a request made by my lovely snowcrow anon! and also first work after hiatus. i sincerely hope it delivers. as i was done writing i realised it wasn't in the conventional format but this is the snowypi special so i hope you enjoy regardless! also the cologne is canon; versace pour homme dylan blue

The faucet leaks gently onto the sink, a rhythmic tap-tap-tap echoing off of the walls. Your knuckles are turning white with how tightly you're gripping the porcelain. The stone digs into your palms almost painfully. You still don't let go. The bathroom mirror is fogged over. Your silhouette is a cloud of colours under texture, blending with the smooth monotone tiles of the walls. It looked like how you felt: a swirl of hues lacking detail and vigour, not clear enough to see. Not clear enough for anything, really. Just not enough. Never enough. You bite your lip as saltine droplets pool over your lash line. The steady sink slips from under your grip and you stumble, stepping back just in time to avoid a fall.

Stupid. 

Stupid stupid stupid-

A loud ringtone resounds in your ear right as you close the bathroom door. The phone is heavy in your hands, your footfalls even heavier. Sliding up against a couch pillow, you clear your throat and muster something other than a tear-streaked scowl as you glance at the Caller ID.

…Zayne?

The dam nearly breaks twice. There's a dull throb in your head as you hold back the sobs, throat constricting painfully. These tears were different, though. You could count on one hand the number of people in your life who had ever made you feel like you were someone worth more than an afterthought. Someone worth more than being categorised as a simple existence in a sea of mediocrity dubbed by social conventions.

Someone worth more than being thought of as less, if thought of at all.

You watch as the melody from your phone ebbs away and your screen darkens— before brightening almost immediately, ringtone louder than ever.

You're quick to swipe on green this time.

Zayne's dulcet voice is laced with concern. "You didn't pick up my call. Are you upset?"

Trying to mask the roughness of your vocal chords, you reply softly. "Don’t worry about it. There’s, um, there’s something I need to tell you, though."

"I'm on my way home. If it is serious we should talk about it in person." 

“O-oh,” you stutter, deftly wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. Hold it together. “Okay.” 

“See you soon, my love.”

"See you soon, Zaynie."

Barely ten minutes pass before you hear the mechanical clicks of your front door unlocking. You wave from the couch, lips stretched in a smile. Zayne beelines straight for your general direction, shrugging off his coat while pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. You can’t help but giggle when you feel him nudge a warm drink into your palm.

“Coffee at 10PM?”

He sidles up beside you, holding an identical paper cup. “This is hot chocolate from that French bakery you like.”

“Did you get this before or after you assumed we were going to have a serious talk?”

A small smile plays on his lips. “Before, of course.”

You laugh. “Of course.”

There is a peaceful silence that follows, broken momentarily by the soft shuffle of the paper cup as you bring it to your lips. The dense chocolate bursts on your tongue, thick and gooey. It warms you from the inside out like a tender caress, easing the soreness of your throat and the cold that had settled in your chest.

Sinking deeper into the couch, you catch Zayne's expectant gaze.

"Right, so...I just…I just wanted to say thank you, you know?" You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to meet his eyes. "Thank you for always being so… appreciative. So affectionate and so kind to me. You love me in a way that's like— like this warm hug I can just melt in— and I'm so thankful, Zayne. It means everything to me."

You mean this so sincerely that you can feel the return of the waterworks. Blinking away the intruders, you bite your lip to focus on a different sensation.

“It just… It just always feels like everyone around me thinks I’m this…substandard sort of person. And maybe I am?”

Zayne gazes at you with all the softness of the world, listening intently.

“I feel like I'm bad at everything I do, if not terrible, and I don’t know if I’ve even been like more than average at anything but when I’m with you, it’s like none of that even matters." Cradling the paper cup, you thumb at the protective lining, feeling the seams of the fragile cardboard. “You’re the only one who makes me feel this way. And– and I just wanted to say thank you for that. Thank you so much, Zayne. That's all.” Pursing your lips, you take a nervous sip of the hot chocolate. It's lukewarm now. You feel the softer tendrils of warmth ebb away to a quiet frost. You steal a look at the man beside you, only to be met with an expression that's utterly unreadable. The soft smile he was sporting prior is absolutely wiped from his face. Did you do something wrong? You shift your gaze to the paper cup, and then to the TV console. Hell, you could hear the cicadas outside. This silence, characteristic as it was, felt more like an anvil being dropped on your chest than anything.

There's one thing left to do. Damage control.

You mentally gear up, ready to dismiss the depth of your confession and repackage it's message— but Zayne beats you to it.

"Y/N,"

Uh oh.

"Yeah?"

His voice is laced with a sternness you don't often get to hear. "How long have you been carrying such a fallacious belief?"

"I...uh, I wouldn't say it's a just a belief? This is how it's always been, Zayne."

He quietly slips his slender fingers into your own, thumb rubbing along the backside of your palm. You lean in by habit, shoulders brushing, head falling to rest on the arch of his shirt-clad shoulder.

"You are wrong." Zayne states.

"What?" "Some say the odds of running into your soulmate are 1 in 10,000, however..."

You fail to hold in your giggle. "Soulmate, huh?"

Zayne clears his throat. You smile, feeling his cheek press on the top of your head as he continues. "However, if we factor in the size of the global population, age ranges, geography, and mutual attraction, the probability of crossing paths with that exact, single person in our lifetime is mathematically considered near impossible. In addition, we had special circumstances, so I'd argue it truly was intended to be impossible."

You hum in thought. "So against all odds, I met you."

"Correct. Against all odds, I met you."

"So you're saying that I'm an anomaly?"

"I'm saying that you're extraordinary. That you're the antonym of everything you just described yourself as. That you're not defined by the words of people who are blind to your incredible character. That you're one in a billion, Y/N, and there is nothing in this world that could prove me otherwise."

If Zayne was facing you right now, he'd definitely glimpse the rosy blush that had powdered itself across your cheeks. You're left gaping like a fish out of water, a familiar warmth blooming in your chest. Great. Now you're hyperaware of how close you two are. You're leaning on his shoulder and his chin is resting tenderly on your head, hands laced together with one free to hold your respective cups. He smells good, you think. Like antiseptic and an earthy kind of cologne.

Zayne squeezes your hand. "I am as appreciative as my sincerity allows me to be. I should be thanking you, Y/N."

He pauses.

You don't see the tips of his ears redden, or the timid smile that involuntarily shapes itself on his lips. But you do hear his voice shift to an almost-whisper, slow and careful. "I can no longer imagine a life without you by my side." Zayne confesses.

You feel him press a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, and then another.

"You complete me. There is no story, no universe I would rather be in than this one... with you. And only you."

© snowypi 2026 do not steal, repost or translate

[snowypi]

❄️🐦‍⬛ anon here! I hope everything will be fine with no issues this time 😅

MHM I HOPE SO TOO but slight delays bc of it :( i hope thats alright nonnie :(((

[rmstitanics]

THEME: Nautical, Ocean, and Beach

made from resources found on pinterest

no credits needed, but reblogs are always welcomed!

[snowypi]

❄️🐦‍⬛ anon here! Oh no 😱 Is there's anything that you can still do to save it?

lost a portion of my edited draft :((((( but it will be okay! rewriting as we speak <33

[xinghuisknight]

໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞𑁬｡ 沈星回 : you're not allowed to be insecure in front of xavier.

synopsis.⠀you're struggling with low self-esteem and you're too shy to talk to xavier about it. he won't let you dwell in those feelings any longer. tags.⠀sfw, hurt/comfort, implied king of darknight!xavier (couldn't help myself sorry), gn!reader, descriptions of reader being insecure, self-doubt, all that stuff.

Don’t you just walk around endlessly! Come on, you have things to do!

You nag yourself. Over and over, till the drops of sweat slowly forming on your forehead seemingly teleport to your cheeks. You don’t like that feeling. Hell, sweating because of this doesn’t help your … current situation, either!

That elegant mirror right in front of you looks as if it’s looping your reflection around yourself, and it only amplifies that dreadful feeling. You don’t like looking at yourself—nor do you like the feeling of knowing someone is looking at you. Especially someone you admire and hold on a high pedestal.

It makes you feel small, in a way.

Some eyes see beyond the sweat clinging to your skin, beyond how poorly you believe your face synergy to be. Those eyes always hide themselves, and you can’t tell what they actually see just by simply staring into their depths. So, in other words, you’re just drowning in confusion and self-doubt.

And you’re sure as hell you can’t tell what Xavier is thinking when he lets those wide orbs of his land on you. He always keeps that stoic look on his profile. Which is why, usually, you’re better off waiting for his actions to speak for him rather than his glances.

Or… er, words.

Forget your face. Not even your gown would stay still. Those elegant robes that he specifically acquired, just for you, feel like grisly rags when they glue themselves to your skin. You huff, trying to adjust it to the best of your abilities. But, yet again, it just doesn’t even sit as it should.

“…Fuck,” you gruff to yourself, refusing to make eye contact with your reflection in the mirror. It’s just that humiliating. You don’t want to hold him up, knowing he’s waiting for you on the other side of the door. Regardless, you keep the nasty words you have to yourself.

But you do have a feeling he’ll somehow hear. He’s unpredictable. Whatever, you think to yourself that worrying about him is useless—it'll be more of a disgrace to show up looking how you are right now.

It’s not a matter of whether he will be disappointed in you or not. It does play a small part in it all, but it’s not the entire reason. You’re the one who doesn’t feel comfortable in your own skin. Explaining it to him would be rather difficult, and you’re not even sure you want to in the first place.

“Starlight, is everything okay?”

This is how you lose track of time.

A simple knock at the door, your boyfriend’s voice cuts through, and it feels like he just stabbed your heart. You remain silent for a while, trying to decide on what to say, before another knock follows right after.

You can only hear his muffled voice from then on, disconnecting yourself from reality as much as you can. This is a disaster, and you don’t have time to panic.

But he never pushes too much. He never enters without your permission. However, your unresponsive state is worrying him. He calls out your name one last time before you manage to snap back to reality, fists clenched, awkwardly tapping the wooden floorboard with your foot.

You manage to call out. “Sorry! Sorry, I’m… I’m fine, Xavier.” But you’re not. You’re not at all. You can’t bear looking at yourself; you can’t handle staring at your own reflection or even seeing a single strand of hair in your field of vision. It’s disgusting.

What are you supposed to do?

“You’re not.” His flat tone makes your heart sink. You do notice his worries, and you know you can’t lie to him. It’s sweet, but you’re still drowning in that pessimistic feeling. “May I come in? Please.”

The way he says it somehow reorders your brain. You haven’t even noticed the small drops gathering on your waterline before they start to gracefully fall—you tremble slightly.

Regardless, you decide to open the door. Slowly. It creaks under your carefulness, but so do you. You refuse to look Xavier in the eyes.

He doesn’t like that.

In response, his soft fingers brush against your shoulder, rubbing it faintly, comforting you as he sees fit. Once he hears your frail little sobs, he falters for a moment, letting out a soft breath himself.

In a swift motion, he steps in front of you and kneels down a little to look at you. You still move your face away from his.

That won’t do.

“What’s wrong?” Xavier asks, practically mewling before you. His voice is so soft, so comforting, that you can’t help the tears at all.

You still don’t respond. You’re afraid, frail, and vulnerable in front of him. It’s even worse. Now he has to deal with all your snot.

He notices that. Of course he does. Hiding something from him is quite literally impossible when he’s solely focusing his attention only on you—which is, at this point, all the time. That makes you even more insecure. If he’s staring so much, there’s no doubt he’d find all of your imperfections on—

“Talk to me, please.” His voice breaks your trail of thought again.

You sniffle, finally looking at him. You just can’t help it. Likewise, you’re unable to resist him.

“I just—” a broken sob leaves your throat, scoffing at yourself shortly after. “I just don’t think I’m… I think I’m disgusting. I can't—I can’t look at myself in the mirror without… getting this gut-wrenching feeling. I’m sorry,”

Xavier, in response, gently grabs your cheeks with both hands. He runs his thumb over your soaked skin, caressing you, quietly anchoring you to him. His thin eyebrows furrow, tilting his head to the side in utter confusion. How could you even think of that?

“Who said this to you?”

“…Me?”

Silence breaks in right between you two. Xavier stands up, your face still resting in his hands, before he starts taking off his gloves. You’re confused as to why he’s doing such a … small thing, but you’re too unstable to actually bring it up.

He then plasters his bare hands back to your skin, his forehead following shortly after to connect to yours. He stays there for a moment, rocking you left and right gently. You don’t understand anything. Why’s he doing this to you right now? Can he even look at you without gagging?

But you notice that even as he’s doing this motion, his eyes are fixated on you. His eyes are glued to yours. Still, for some reason, he’s looking at you and he won’t break that contact for even a mere moment.

“Xav–Xavier, what…”

“Don’t say such treacherous things about yourself again.” He cuts you off. “To what end would you utter such a thing? Did the Revenants render you sightless?”

You open your mouth briefly, then close it, looking away as if you’re stuck again. You can’t reply to him. You can’t explain it.

Still, though, you try. “N–No. Just… look.” You break contact with his forehead, taking a few steps back so he’d be able to see the full picture of you.

“I don’t understand.”

You scoff. “Don’t you see? Look, the gown isn’t even sitting on me properly. And, and, my… face is so uneven.” You begin pointing at yourself as you explain, but Xavier just stands there, wide-eyed and confused.

“I don’t.”

You want to protest, but he cuts you off again.

“I’m not letting you go anywhere looking like that. This is only for my eyes to see. I assure you, you are far from the labels you bestow upon yourself.”

Xavier takes a step forward to close off the distance you created. His steps are as royal as ever, as eloquent as you remember. How could you ever challenge that? How are you able to step on equal footing with him like this?

“I… I,”

“Not a word. Please.” He cuts right through you, kneeling back down before getting a hold of your hand—planting a soft, lingering kiss on it. “If you still don’t believe me,”

“Shall I demonstrate my full devotion to you?”

a/n.⠀hehe i'm back ... who gaf. requested by 🔭 anon, tysm! i didn't proofread this one properly so it might be choppy. i'm sorry about that,, next few posts will be on @hrmits cause papa needs to experiment with smut. thank you sm for reading ><

... no tags this time. i'm too scared jelp

[snowypi]

AW HELL YEAH this is so sweet omg