It Was Strange, How Something So Beautiful And Fun Could Be So Deadly. Laying There On Your Back, You

Write Rivals With Chemistry So Hot It Hurts

╰ Rivalry isn’t hate — it’s obsession True rivals aren't just like, “ugh, I dislike you.” They’re watching each other. Studying. Matching moves. Thinking about each other when they shouldn’t. Hating how much they notice the other person. Rivalry is two sides of the same coin: hatred’s messy little sibling is fascination.

╰ Let them know exactly where to hit—and hesitate The best rivals know exactly where to stick the knife. Childhood wounds. Secret fears. Insecurities no one else sees. But the most powerful moment isn't when they stab, it's when they hesitate. When they flinch. When the reader sees the care underneath the kill shot.

╰ Make every win personal Every victory between rivals should feel like flirting with a knife’s edge. They don't just beat each other; they get under each other's skin. "I outsmarted you" translates directly to "I'm the only one who really sees you." (And no, they're not ready to talk about why that makes them insane.)

╰ Layer the attraction under everything You don't have to write "he found her hot" every five seconds. (Please don't.) Just lace it into the friction. The way they notice each other’s hands. The way a sarcastic smile feels like a slap and a kiss at the same time. Let it be unspoken, which somehow makes it ten times louder.

╰ Give them one private, honest moment and then destroy them for it That one late-night conversation. That brush of honesty. That accidental partnership in a bar fight. That glimpse of trust that leaves them both raw and feral because now it’s personal. Now it hurts. And guess what? Neither of them is stable enough to handle it like adults.

╰ Let them wound each other in ways no one else can Rivals with chemistry are like: “I know your softest place. I know where you hurt. And maybe I’m the only one who could ever touch it.” Terrifying. Intimate. Sexy. Self-destructive. Delicious.

╰ Don’t make it easy to flip to love If they hook up too soon, it’s cheap. If they confess too soon, it’s fake. They have to fight it. They have to screw it up. They have to almost kiss and almost kill each other in the same breath. The reward is sweeter because it’s hard won.

╰ Make them jealous, but make it messy Not cutesy "oh no I'm jealous" moments. Ugly jealousy. Pride-shredding, shame-inducing jealousy. Watching their rival smile at someone else and feeling like they're drowning in acid and denial. Bonus points if they pretend they’re above it and then spiral anyway.

╰ Tension isn’t just in the fighting, it’s in the silences It’s the stare across the room that says “I hate you and I want you” with zero words. It’s the hand that lingers a second too long after pulling them out of danger. It's the unsent text. It's the "accidental" meeting. Sometimes not speaking burns hotter than the screaming matches.

╰ Remember, they don’t want to ruin each other, they want to matter At the core of a rival/chemistry dynamic is one truth: “I want to matter to you more than anyone else does.” And they’ll deny it. And fight it. And wreck themselves over it. (And we, as the readers, will eat it with a goddamn spoon.)

Lost

“…Whumpee,” said Teammate, voice barely climbing above a whisper. “Look. Look up. Look at me. Please look at me.”

“I don’t think he can hear you, Teammate,” said Medic. “He’s been like this since we got here…”

“Please, Whumpee,” said Teammate, ignoring Medic and collapsing onto their knees in the dusty cell in front of Whumpee’s thin, curled form as they searched Whumpee’s face for signs of recognition “Look me in the eye. Please.”

Ever so carefully, Teammate reached out and pulled Whumpee’s chin a little higher, but the rest of Whumpee remained motionless, his half-lidded eyes unblinking and unfocused.

“It’s me. It’s Teammate. Can you hear me? We’ll get you out of here soon, but Whumpee, can you blink, or twitch your fingers, or give me any kind of sign?”

The lack of any response to any of the questions from Whumpee burned like a dark, hot flame in Teammate’s gut. 

“Whumpee, please…”

Medic laid a careful hand on Teammate’s shoulder. “We lost him such a long time ago, Teammate. Look at what was done to him. Think how long he’s been here. It’s more likely than not that he’s never coming back–”

A single finger curled around Teammate’s wrist, making the chains around Whumpee’s wrists jangle, and Medic broke off sharply. 

Teammate didn’t bother to look up.

Tired eyes were searching their face.

“Whumpee,” Teammate whispered, not blinking, hardly breathing. “Whumpee.”

“…Teammate,” Whumpee rasped back. 

i’ve gained so much respect for chan and the humbleness he has shown. he works so hard, and stray kids have gained so much popularity that it could’ve been very easy to get cocky. however, he and the rest of the guys are so humble. also, for anyone that might be going through a rough time and that stray kids is one of their emotional support, just know that the guys (and I even if we’re strangers) love you and appreciate you all very much.

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I am a(n):

⚪ Male

⚪ Female

🔘 Writer

Looking for

⚪ Boyfriend

⚪ Girlfriend

🔘 An incredibly specific word that I can't remember

Protective prompts:

“Get behind me.”

“Hold my hand, okay? It’s gonna be over soon.”

“Close your eyes for me love.”

“When I say run, I need you to do as I say without looking back and don’t wait for me.”

“It’s all going to okay, they would never hurt you again.”

“I swear to you, that as long as I’m alive I won’t let a single soul ever harm you.”

“Listen to me.  . . take deep breaths, yes follow my breathing just like that. There’s no need to panic, I’m right here now, aren’t I? You’re safe.”

“When you love something, you protect it with your entire life at stake, and right now, my guts tell me to do the same.”

“I’ll be back very soon, but don’t come out. Stay there hidden until I come back and try not to make a noise, hmm?” *forehead kisses being a must here*

“I’m so so sorry! I wish I would’ve never left you alone! If I knew this would happen, I would never leave you alone.”

perfection = Qian Kun

00line: mark’s old lol 00line: *realises they’re adults too* wait a minute…

playing hard to get [pt. 2]

as you were a person of bubbly character, he'd gotten used to your bright and cheerful nature, and the ridiculous shenanigans that came along with it. that included your numerous tries to woo him into dating you, with each attempt ending in failure. you weren't too depressed by it, returning to your usual jovial personality even after rejections... and he'd taken that for granted. he didn't expect you to do the “push-and-pull” tactic on him, and neither did he expect it'd work so well.

includes: zhongli, albedo & kazuha

pt. 1 - diluc, xiao & childe

pt. 3 - ayato & heizou

ZHONGLI, despite his tendency to forget his wallet in times he offered to pay for dinner or his shortcomings regarding with romance in general, still managed to grasp the hearts of men and women alike. it wasn't odd for the ferrylady to knock on his door and tiredly brief him about yet another visitor eager to see him, and he had to wave them off if they weren't a client for the funeral parlor.

there was one person he couldn't possibly fend off, though. you.

it's not that ZHONGLI didn't want you to leave. it was more of his inability to urge you to do so. his stern rejections didn't deter you from continuing to court him, thus you were unafraid to see him once more even after yesterday's answer being a firm “i can't reciprocate your affection.” your tenacity was impressive, he'd give you that, but that wasn't an actual compliment, was it? he was only calling you a stubborn fool, one way or another.

it didn't help that you were closely acquainted with the funeral parlor's director, hu tao herself. your presence was greatly welcomed in his workplace, as her good friend, and nobody could turn you away. ZHONGLI could understand why you got along so well; you were both troublemakers in your own right.

when you came over that afternoon, he had already prepared himself for a terrible time. you often pestered him to go on a date with you, and he regularly turned down the invitations without a second thought. the thing is, you could take “no” for an answer... but the reason you assume behind that rejection was “he doesn't like the place” instead of “he doesn't want to go with you,” hence you pestering him to visit a more agreeable location. you knew he'd eventually give in if you annoyed him enough.

but that didn't happen. you headed straight to hu tao's office without offering him a single glance, papers in hand, and he assumed it was work related. that meant you wouldn't come disturb him anymore: a cause for celebration!

yet that didn't pull a sigh of relief from him, much to his surprise. he only felt... conflicted. his muddled feelings mixed into a sense of unease, and it wouldn't leave.

ZHONGLI perked up when the office doors swung open an hour later, unknowingly anticipating your figure to strut through. “do you want to go out for lunch? i heard the restaurant nearby got a new menu. my treat, since i received this month's salary,” you grinned at hu tao, who brightened upon the news of free food.

meanwhile, ZHONGLI did the opposite, slumping over his chair. he'd heard of the new menu. in fact, he thought it sounded delicious, fitting perfectly with his tastes. he assumed you'd ask him out like you always did. he wanted you to ask him. no, hold on a second... why was he feeling this way?

“a tempting offer, but...!” hu tao sighed loudly, catching his attention. with an inconspicuous wink, she said, “i'm afraid i have a pile of work waiting for me! hey mr. zhongli, would you mind coming for my stead?”

he was sure you'd think hu tao was helping you court him and not the other way around. that was okay for him, too.

“...it's fine,” he said, settling his paperwork off to side of his desk before standing from his seat.

“nope, don't be so fast to reject me, ZHONGLI! if you don't like that restaurant, then we can- huh?” you blinked at him owlishly, in utter disbelief. he almost chuckled fondly at your strange expression.

(he steeled his resolve to end this “push-and-pull” once and for all.)

it was of no surprise to know ALBEDO despised anyone who'd dare disturb him in the middle of his studies, and yes, perhaps you were the sole exception, but you were on thin fucking ice. even klee had to stay out of his room when he was busy. he'd been patient at first, politely requesting you to leave for the time being or wait until his work was over, but it was hard to remain as generous when you were... plainly speaking, being a bother. everybody knew it was taboo to intrude his office, and really, you were only a distraction he didn't need to be around.

sucrose had been the poor recipient of all his grumblings, left with no other choice but to awkwardly laugh whenever complaints spilled from his mouth. still, she noted the hint of fondness lacing his words; annoyed nonetheless, but not to the point that it gravely upset him.

“is it that bad for me to visit? i try not to talk...” you inquired one day, pouting as ALBEDO was clearly occupied with mixing an oddly colored concoction. he sighed, explaining that even only the presence of another could be a hindrance. he pointedly left out the part where he'd end up getting distracted by your pretty face, which was actually the real reason behind his actions.

that moment, you simply nodded in solemn understanding, but he didn't think better of it. yet when the next day came, you didn't swing by; ALBEDO was elated, assuming it was just a lucky day, but you didn't visit the next day either. or the next, or the following days after that. when a week passed and there was no sign of your whereabouts anywhere near his office, his concerns grew tenfold.

it was, admittedly, humiliating to turn to the door excitedly whenever he heard a knock, only to be crestfallen to see sucrose. honestly, what was he expecting? she was his assistant, so of course it'd be her and not anyone else. that was how it was supposed to be in the first place without your meddlesome presence.

ALBEDO was certain she picked up on his disappoinment, though, if her amused giggle was anything to go by. “i heard [name] traveled far to fetch the flower you wanted to examine since forever,” she informed, kindly pretending not to see the embarrassed flush of his cheeks. “we should give a gift in return!”

“...yes, you're right.”

he didn't miss you, not one bit. absolutely not.

...that being said, he should probably practice his poker face before you returned to mondstadt.

KAZUHA, as carefree as he might seem on the surface, was more cautious than everybody gave him credit for. he didn't respond to your advances not because he didn't like you back, but because he didn't deem himself fit to be your significant other when he'd often leave liyue with the crux fleet to explore. he couldn't promise you a stable relationship, and he thought you deserved someone better than a boyfriend so quick to abandon you.

he told you as much, but you never listened, firm in your decision to stay with him. no matter how long his trips lasted, or how many other people asked for your hand — you wouldn't budge at all.

KAZUHA became content with that, deep down in his heart. he didn't want you to date someone else either. but it wasn't like all his thoughts would be shown to the entire world, so he could choose his words carefully, pick the most rational option. and that option was to let you go, since that would make you happiest.

still, he loved it whenever he saw you waving enthusiastically at him from afar each time the alcor arrived at the harbor. he loved it when you jump into his arms, eager to touch him again after weeks without seeing a glimpse of him. he loved it when you bury your face into his neck, unable to see the pure adoration reflecting in his eyes, the fond expression he had to hide all the time when you were around.

he loved you.

but he had to restrain himself for your sake. that was for the best, wasn't it? he couldn't be selfish. binding you to a relationship wouldn't do you any good. it was far better for you to meet someone else who could actually stay by your side, someone who wouldn't trade you for anything else. someone who could treat you right.

but something in him shatters when he doesn't see you at the docks. the alcor finally returned after a month, and he was near enough to recognize faces from afar, but you weren't there. you were nowhere to be found, and he was growing frantic. you didn't have to be there, but he felt nauseated without your presence. where were you? he hopped off the ship, landing gracefully on steady ground, and he didn't hesitate. his eyes swept across the entire area, searching and searching and searching, and-

who was that man beside you?

“oh, KAZUHA, you're back!” you exclaimed with familiar cheer, grinning widely. he couldn't bring himself to force a smile. “ah, i'm a bit... busy at the moment.” you gestured towards your companion, who nodded at KAZUHA in greeting. “but i swear i'll come once this is over, i promise.”

“it's fine. take your time,” the words managed to escape from his mouth despite the uncomfortable feeling lodged in his throat. you frowned at his despondent countenance, reluctant to leave him as is. you glanced at the man accompanying you, and he took it as his cue to walk ahead.

awkwardly, you shifted your weight from one foot to another. “w-well, i'm... uh...” you were unsure of what to do to lift his spirits. still, you raised your hands to grasp at his shirt, taking a deep breath to prepare yourself. you pecked him on the cheek, successfully snapping him out of his stupor, and he yelped in surprise, his whole face erupting into a shade of crimson. before he could compose yourself, you hastily stepped away from him, waving farewell. “w-we'll be going now! don't miss me too much, okay?”

dumbfounded as he was left behind, he cupped his cheek, the skin where you made contact with tingling beneath his fingertips.

you were just in front of him seconds prior but he already wanted to see you again, so it seemed that he couldn't follow your instructions, unfortunately.

— MAKE UP? MORE LIKE MAKE OUT

pairing: blade x gn! reader.

word count: 479.

thinking about making out with blade. blade’s kisses are fierce, ruthless and intense to the point it leaves your head spinning. he kisses the way he fights, showing no mercy to his enemies and cutting them down with his bloodstained weapon.

thinking about how blade knows what to do to reduce you to a whining, breatheless and squirming mess. he knows which part of your body to touch. he knows what to do to make you gripped on his clothes for support. he knows what to do to hear you whimper, pleading him to continue kissing you.

“please, don’t stop,” you let out a pitiful whine, fingers desperately clutching his shirt.

blade chuckled, his minty breath fanning your lips. he loves how pilant you become after kissing you. he loves how his touch was like a drug to you, always pulling you in for more. what he loves the most, is how you are wrapped around his thumb.

“please what? hm? if you want something, all you gotta do is ask,” he purred, raspy voice dropping an octave lower. blade teasingly brushed his chapped and calloused lips against your neck, drawing a sensitive and desperate whine from your throat.

you threw your head back, resting it against the wall behind you. your eyes were squeezed shut in heavenly bliss. you remained oblivious to blade's eyes focused on your expression, patiently waiting for you to say something. one thing about blade is how he loves to tease and push you to the edge, until his name spills from your lips.

you plucked up the remaining pride left, giving him the win. "... please keep kissing me," you whispered, embarrassed with your current state.

blade pays no mind to how humiliated you became. he was pleased with your words and rewarded you with a searing kiss. he hungrily pried your swollen lips apart with his tongue and forced his way in. it was a losing battle for you, especially when it comes to a man like him.

you would have collapsed to the ground if not for blade supporting you with one hand possessively wrapped around your waist. he had you firmly pressed against the wall. his other hand slid his way under your shirt, rubbing circles on your increasingly warm skin.

you gasped when blade harshly bit your bottom lip, drawing blood. your knees buckled when he sucked on your tongue and he finished your makeout session by pressing a chaste kiss on your lips. blade pulled away, smirking to see you panting with your face all flushed and how misty your eyes became.

blade leaned in and blew hot air into your ear. he knows your ears are extremely sensitive. a surge of pride flowed through his veins when he saw how you instinctively flinched at his action.

"how about we continue this somewhere, hm? what do you say, darling?"

note: oh to make out with blade... this might probably be the only suggestive fic i write... or not ;) who knows tbh

could you do jing yuan with a s/o whose yanqing’s older sibling?

pairing: jing yuan x gn! reader.

word count: 526.

i strongly believe yanqing will be a protective younger brother. he may see jing yuan as a father figure, respect him with his entire being for taking him and his older sibling under his wing and all, but yanqing doesn’t really trust you with jing yuan. don’t get him wrong. the young boy’s merely worried about you, that’s all. 

it doesn’t help with how he had heard rumors of the general’s nicknames: dozing general, due to him having the tendency to sleep during working and after working hours. yanqing cherishes you a lot, always wanting to be by your side despite how you’re working under lady yukong in the sky-faring commission. 

it’ll take yanqing a while to realize how different you’re acting whenever you’re around jing yuan. the first thing he noticed was how you were more cheerful and how you were more attentive to the general’s needs. yanqing saw how your eyes and face literally brightened up at the mere mention of your name. he saw how you unsubtly quickened your pace to approach jing yuan upon whatever request he had. 

the second thing he noticed was how jing yuan’s eyes followed your figure, no matter where you went. he caught the way his mentor’s expression softened in adoration and something else, when he saw you walking past them while carrying a stack of papers that had to be delivered to somewhere else. yanqing caught the way jing yuan’s hands seemed to rest above yours, when he thought no one was watching. 

the boy was tempted to pester you for answers, but he knew there was a reason why you’re keeping your relationship on the low. yanqing respects your choice but eventually, curiosity got the better of him. 

“(name), when are you going to tell me about your relationship with the general?” he asked out of a sudden, when the three of you decided to have dinner together. 

you nearly choked on your food upon hearing your younger brother’s question. jing yuan chuckled, amused with your reaction. he reached over to gently pat your back in easing your choking. the man decides to play along, for he loves teasing you to see how you would react. 

“he’s right, (name). i thought you’d have told him about us now. why? is it embarrassing for your one and only sibling to hear you dating the general?” he snickered, unfazed by the glare thrown his way. 

you sighed, placing your bowl of half-eaten rice and chopsticks down. “look, yanqing. i’m sorry for not telling you about this in the first place. and it’s not because i don’t trust u or anything. it’s just i’m not sure how i should tell you about it, since i know you see jing yuan as a father-” 

yanqing’s face instantly flushed red when the general raised a curious eyebrow. 

“(NAME)!” the boy exclaimed, successful in interrupting you but it was too late. 

jing yuan hummed, a smug grin on his face. “i didn’t know you saw me as a father figure, yanqing.” 

the young lieutenant could only groan and covered his face out of pure embarrassment, unable to utter a single word. 

note: i went with the idea of yanqing waiting for you or jingyuan to tell him about your relationship, since it wasn't specified with in your request. hopefully this was enjoyable!