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went through rafayel’s newest card (the bath one…that one) and
why did they censor it. why did they censor his FUCKING card.
why did it keep fading to black.
STOP IT ‼️ STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP PLEASEEEEE
im going to cry why are the devs GATEKEEPING this isn’t FAIR.
FREE ME.
LADS Plushies
ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘓𝘈𝘋𝘚 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘔𝘊?
ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 & 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘖𝘖𝘊
─────────────── ˗ˏˋ ❅。˚ ☁︎ ˚。⋆。˚☽ ˎˊ˗ ────────────────
𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫
The first thing Xavier does is gawk at it, blinking in surprise. He turns the plushie over with care, examining every detail of the creature that so closely resembles you.
He starts poking its cheek, imagining it's your own, a small playful smile tugging at his lips. His eyes light up, filled with tender amusement.
Passersby notice his expression—an uncharacteristically satisfied and innocent smile gracing his face—as he gazes at the plushie.
He looks like a child who has opened their Christmas present early, filled with pure contentment.
Xavier takes the plushie everywhere with him, unable to bear being apart from it.
Instinctively, he holds it close, his protective instincts kicking in as if the plushie were the real you.
He might even tuck it into his pocket as he scouts new places or hunts for Wanderers, a small but significant token of comfort.
The plushie reminds him so much of you, making him feel as if you were with him at all times.
The best part is how soft and fluffy the plushie is, like a miniature pillow. He often rests his head on it, finding comfort in the softness.
As he lies down, he imagines it is your lap beneath him, a peaceful and soothing thought.
He definitely brags about it to Jeremiah.
"Look, it's Y/n," he says, with the plushie perched proudly on his head.
𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞
Normally, Zayne doesn't care for plushies, nor does he like to keep one.
Unless, of course, it is from you. Or, more specifically, if it is you in a miniature fluff form.
With his usual aloof and cold demeanor, he examines the plushie, gripping it with one hand, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
Unlike Xavier, he doesn't carry it with him everywhere.
But the plushie always has a place in his office, a silent but constant presence.
Sitting alone at his desk, Zayne sighs, massaging his temples as he finishes surgery after surgery, glancing at the plushie of you seated on his table.
'Well, it’s like having her in pocket-size. Cute,' he thinks to himself, a rare softness in his words.
𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥
Rafayel immediately takes several photos of the plushie, capturing its likeness from every angle.
Feeling inspired by this miniature work of art, he might sketch or paint it, blending his artistic talents with his affection.
He proudly shows it off, exclaiming, "It's Miss Bodyguard in plushie form!"
As he works on his latest masterpiece, he places the plushie somewhere prominent, ensuring it is always in his line of sight.
Talking to it as if it were the real you, he shares his thoughts and ideas, finding comfort in the imagined conversations.
He doesn't feel odd about this; heck, he’s quite proud of his little confidant.
Thomas might overhear him and think, "Maybe it's a normal artist thing," shrugging off Rafayel's eccentricities.
He definitely calls you, plushie in hand, the excitement evident in his voice. "Y'know, I'd rather have the real thing, but this is a close second."
·❆ ❆ ❅ • . ❆❆• · . ❅
ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ: ᴋɪᴍɪ ɴɪ ᴀɪsᴀʀᴇᴛᴇ ɪᴛᴀᴋᴀᴛᴛᴀ
𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐶𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑏𝑖𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑. 𝐻𝐴𝐻𝐴, 𝐼 𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑧𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑂𝑂𝐶 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑍𝑎𝑦𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑅𝑎𝑓𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑙, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼'𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒.
This is my second request, I love your writings! I hope it isn't too much to ask if you could do another LNDS boys x MC with another plushie headcannons but instead, MC has the boys' plushie? Like how would MC treat the plushie and how would the boys react?
MC Plushies
ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘓𝘈𝘋𝘚 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘔𝘊 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮?
ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 & 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘖𝘖𝘊
─────────────── ˗ˏˋ ❅。˚ ☁︎ ˚。⋆。˚☽ ˎˊ˗ ────────────────
𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫
"Is... that me?" Xavier is taken aback, surprised at the sight of the plushie that resembles him. "Where did you get that?" He gently takes the plushie and examines it.
You explain that you made it yourself, apologizing for your lack of skill, thinking it might not look much like him.
But Xavier is impressed by the attention to detail. Slightly embarrassed, he places a hand on his nape as he glances at the plushie. "It looks good," he says with a small smile.
When you ask if he wants it, Xavier thinks for a moment before deciding you should keep it, believing it would be a comforting companion for you when he’s away.
However, he soon regrets this decision as he sees you carrying the plushie everywhere. He starts feeling jealous of the inanimate object’s constant presence.
The breaking point comes when he finds you snuggling with the plushie in bed. Although it is just lifeless cotton, Xavier almost feels as if it is mocking him. Without hesitation, despite you being asleep, he takes the plushie away, tossing it to the ground and taking its place beside you.
The next morning, you can’t find the plushie. “Have you seen the plushie?”
"No," Xavier answers instantly, "I haven’t seen it."
He definitely had and hid it away, just so he could have your attention solely on him.
𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞
He finds you adding some finishing touches to a plushie, glancing over your shoulder with a hint of curiosity. "What kind of animal are you making?”
"...It’s you, Dr. Zayne-"
"..." ← You
"..." ← Zayne
"It’s flawed. The eyebrow is a bit off, and the eyes on the right side are a little crooked." He points out several details that don’t quite capture him correctly.
You argue back, explaining that you just started sewing and half-heartedly apologizing for the inaccuracies.
Naturally, he asks why you made him into a plushie.
"I thought it would be fun to have a little Dr. Zayne around."
"You really do come up with the silliest ideas," he sighs softly, shaking his head, but with the faintest smile tugging at his lips. His tone is disbelieving, but there's a hint of warmth in his eyes.
"Come on, admit that it’s adorable at least."
Zayne crosses his arms, examining the plushie as he holds it up to eye level. "It’s something."
Feeling a bit defeated, you reach out to grab it back. "Fine, if you don’t want it, I’ll take it back." But before you can take it, Zayne dodges your hand.
"I never said I didn’t want it."
"But you said it yourself, it’s ugly."
"I said it’s flawed," he corrects. "I’ll keep it until you can make another one, once you’ve gotten better at sewing, and then we can do an exchange."
He may sound cold and indifferent, but there's an underlying warmth beneath his exterior.
𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥
Upon seeing you with a plushie that looks like him, Rafayel flashes a charming smile. "I didn't know you were such a fangirl. Should I start signing autographs too?"
He takes the plushie from your hands, examining it with an amused glint in his eye. Striking a pose similar to the plushie, he adds, "Think it got my good side?"
Playfully, he makes humorous comments about its features and how well it captures his "charming" personality. Leaning in, he pretends to scrutinize it with a critical eye. "It's cute, I guess. But nowhere near as handsome as the real thing."
"I think I prefer the plushie version; it’s cuddlier," you tease. "I sleep with it at night."
"Should I be flattered or concerned for your sanity?" Rafayel retorts, though a faint blush appears on his cheeks. Pretending to examine it more closely, he secretly wants to hide his flustered reaction.
"Well, it's not like it captures my charm and good looks accurately," he says, feigning indifference to his earlier statement. "But I guess it’s not terrible for a cheap knockoff."
He tosses the plushie back to you carelessly, but his eyes linger on it a moment longer than necessary. "Just don't go around telling everyone you have a stuffed version of me. I've got a reputation to maintain."
"You’re such a weirdo. But I suppose that's why I keep you around," Rafayel remarks, shrugging his shoulders, though deep down he feels flattered, just doesn’t want to admit it.
·❆ ❆ ❅ • . ❆❆• · . ❅
𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: 𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘟𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥. (𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘺)
𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘡𝘢𝘺𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦.
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦! 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 ♥
Hello hello! The plushie headcanons are sooooo cute. I saw the requests are open and thought I'd drop mine too if that's okay :)
How would the Lads men cheer us/mc up when we're having a bad day? Eg: bad day at work or bad day in general
Bad days
ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘓𝘈𝘋𝘚 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘔𝘊 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺?
ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 & 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘖𝘖𝘊
─────────────── ˗ˏˋ ❅。˚ ☁︎ ˚。⋆。˚☽ ˎˊ˗ ───────────────
𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫
Xavier was adept at sensing your emotions, especially when you felt sad. He would approach you slowly, ensuring his presence was comforting rather than overwhelming.
After a brief silence, Xavier would ask in a soft, steady voice, "Would you like to talk about it?"
Whether you would chose to share or simply shook your head, he listened attentively, attuned to both of your words and body language. His blue eyes showed genuine concern and care throughout.
A man of few words, Xavier found solace in actions over words. He would gently enveloped you in a reassuring hug, understanding that sometimes, silence speaks louder than words.
He knows you too well, he'll offer you the solace to rest once you began to relax. Combining two things that Xavier loves—sleeping and being with you—seemed the most natural way to comfort you.
In a cozy, intimate setting, you two would nestle together. His fingers delicately brushed through your hair, soothing you into peaceful sleep. His embrace was firm yet gentle, conveying his unwavering support without suffocation.
"I'm always here for you, today and every day," his voice barely above a whisper, matching the sincerity of the moment.
𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞
Noticing a change in your aura, he first observes you, looking for any signs of distress or fatigue, thinking you might have caught an illness.
Unlike Xavier, Zayne addresses the situation directly with his usual calm and straightforward manner, asking, "What's going on? You seem off today." His tone is matter-of-fact but laced with genuine concern, signaling that he is ready to listen and help.
He attends to your immediate needs first. If you seem stressed, he suggests practical ways to alleviate it. "Let's take a break. Clear your head," he says.
Though stoic, Zayne is not unfeeling. He offers comfort through small but meaningful gestures.
He makes a cup of tea for you, knowing it has some medicinal effects that could help.
"Take your time, I'm here if you need me," he says, giving you the freedom to express your emotions or to have space to collect your thoughts.
Wanting to cheer you up, Zayne reminds you of your capabilities and past successes, like a flower blooming even in the harshest conditions.
“You’ve handled worse,” he says firmly but kindly. “This is just another hurdle, and you’ll get over it, like always.”
"It's just one day out of many. Tomorrow will be better," he says, gently patting your head.
𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥
Rafayel's initial response to your bad day would likely involve some playful teasing. "Did you trip over your own feet again or something?" he might say with a smirk, trying to provoke a reaction and distract you from your troubles.
At first, he pretends not to care, crossing his arms and looking away. "It’s not like I’m worried or anything. I just need my bodyguard in perfect condition to protect me," he mutters. Despite his words, his presence and engagement show he's paying attention.
Rafayel continues to poke fun at you, but with a softer touch. "You look like a sad puppy. It’s kind of pathetic," he says, though the hint of concern in his eyes betrays his true feelings.
When he notices that the teasing isn't lifting your spirits, he shifts to a more subtle form of comfort.
"Fine, let’s go do something fun. But only because I’m bored," he declares, suggesting an activity he knows you enjoy, like playing a game or watching a movie.
Throughout all of this, he gently rests his head against yours, your shoulders touching, providing silent support.
Despite his bratty demeanor, Rafayel finds small ways to show he cares.
He might casually offer your favorite snack or drink, pretending it's no big deal. "Here, take this. It's been sitting around in my fridge anyway," he says, though in truth, he brought it exclusively for you.
Finally, Rafayel tries to bring things back to normal, signaling that everything will be okay. "Alright, enough moping around. Let’s get back to having some fun," he says, his bratty demeanor back in place, but his actions revealing his genuine care.
·❆ ❆ ❅ • . ❆❆• · . ❅
𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒! 𝐶𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑒𝑧𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠.
𝐴𝑙𝑠𝑜, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑛! 𝐼'𝑚 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝐻𝐶/𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒! 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚~
𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦! 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠~!
Welcome Back
ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘓𝘈𝘋𝘚 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦?
ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 & 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘖𝘖𝘊
─────────────── ˗ˏˋ ❅。˚ ☁︎ ˚。⋆。˚☽ ˎˊ˗ ────────────────
𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫
Despite being utterly exhausted from your mission, you took great care in opening the apartment door you shared with Xavier, not wanting to wake him if he was already asleep.
Given how he always seemed drowsy during the day, you assumed he’d be in bed by now. But you had forgotten that Xavier was always up late, hunting Wanderers and attending to his own errands.
Quietly closing the door behind you, you were taken by surprise when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, his chest pressing gently against your back.
“I didn’t wake you, did I?” you asked softly, concerned that your footsteps and the creaking floor might have disturbed his sleep.
He nuzzled into your nape, inhaling your scent, his embrace firm yet tender, as if afraid you’d vanish if he let go.
“No,” he murmured, his warm breath tickling your neck. “I waited for you.”
A twinge of guilt washed over you. “Let’s rest then?” you suggested softly.
But there was no response. Turning your head, you saw that he had miraculously fallen asleep in that position.
Even though he was leaning on you, his weight wasn’t burdensome, but his even breathing and heaving shoulders told you he was sound asleep.
Raising a hand to wake him, you changed your mind and instead began to gently massage his scalp with one hand while caressing his hand on your waist with the other.
He let out a soft, satisfied mumble, melting into your touch.
𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞
Usually, Zayne would be the one who would come home late after his night surgeries, but tonight, it was you.
Opening the door, you noticed a light on in the living room. Zayne was sitting on the couch, a book in his hands, his eyes immediately locking onto you as you walked in.
“You’re late. It’s already past midnight,” he stated calmly, though you detected a hint of concern in his voice.
“Yeah, sorry. I had to finish some documents,” you replied, feeling a pang of guilt for worrying him.
Setting his book down, he stood up, his expression composed but his concern evident. "You should have called," he said, walking over to you with steady, pragmatic concern.
"I know, but I didn’t want to bother you,” you admitted.
He sighed softly, a rare show of emotion. "It's never a bother when it’s about you," he said, gently touching your arm. "Are you okay?"
“I’m fine, just tired,” you assured him with a small smile.
“Good,” he nodded, his stoicism softening as he looked at you. "But next time, just let me know."
Nodding, you felt warmth in your chest at his words. Despite his reserved nature, you knew he cared deeply. “I promise.”
He gave a slight, approving nod before stepping back. "Alright, let’s get you to bed. You need rest."
𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥
"Well, well, look who finally decided to show up," Rafayel quipped, his tone dripping with playful sarcasm as you walked in.
You sighed, closing the door behind you. "I had a job, Rafayel. It took longer than expected."
He raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? And here I thought you were out having fun without me."
Rolling your eyes, you knew he was just trying to get a rise out of you. "Seriously, Rafayel, it was work."
He stood up, sauntering over to you with that roguish charm that never failed to make your heart skip a beat.
"You could have at least called, you know. I was starting to think you found someone more interesting than me," he said, a mock pout on his lips.
"You know that’s not true," you replied, a small smile tugging at your lips despite your tiredness.
He stopped in front of you, his playful demeanor softening just a bit. "Yeah, yeah. Just don’t make a habit of it," he said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "I might start to get jealous."
Laughing softly, you felt the tension of the day melt away. "I’ll keep that in mind."
"Good," he said, leaning in closer. "Now, how about a proper welcome home kiss?"
You obliged, pressing a kiss to his cheek. His teasing nature might annoy and drive you crazy sometimes, but beneath it all, you knew he cared deeply for you.
As you pulled away, he smirked. "See? Was that so hard?"
Shaking your head, amused, you replied, "You're impossible."
"But you love me anyway," he retorted, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Yes, I do," you admitted, sighing softly in defeat at his annoyingly-childish charm.
𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬
"Out late, aren’t we, sweetie?" Sylus remarked coolly, his tone controlled.
The lights were still on, and he was sitting in a sleek armchair, a glass of whiskey in hand, looking completely unbothered.
“Nice to see you too, Sylus,” you said, setting your bag down and rolling your eyes. "The job just took longer than expected."
Standing up, he walked over to you with that confident, almost intimidating grace he always had. "You could have called," he said.
"And miss out on your reaction? Where's the fun in that?" you replied, a playful glint in your eyes.
He chuckled, almost a scoff of amusement, clearly enjoying the banter. "Fair enough. But next time, try not to keep me waiting."
"Impatient and bossy?" you teased, crossing your arms.
He smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement and something more intense. "Assertive, more like." He said, tilting your chin up. "Did you at least have a productive night?"
"It was fine. Just a lot of work," you said, trying to ignore the way your heart raced under his gaze.
"Good," he replied, his thumb brushing against your cheek. "I expect nothing less from you."
Raising an eyebrow, you didn’t back down. "And I expect nothing less than a proper welcome home from my significant other."
He laughed, a deep raspy tone. "Demanding, aren’t we? But I suppose you’ve earned it."
Leaning in, he kissed you in the forehead, a mix of possessiveness and affection in the gesture. When he pulled back, his eyes still twinkled with that ever-present dominance.
"If you keep coming home this late, I might have to start tagging along on these jobs of yours," he said lightly, but with underlying seriousness.
"Like you’d ever leave Onychinus for a night," you retorted, grinning knowing he’d never leave it to the twins.
"True," he conceded. "But for you, I might make an exception."
·❆ ❆ ❅ • . ❆❆• · . ❅
𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑆𝑦𝑙𝑢𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝐷𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠. 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑟/ 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠 (𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑) 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦, 𝑋𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟.
Rainy Encounters
ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘈𝘋𝘚 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯?
ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 & 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘖𝘖𝘊
─────────────── ˗ˏˋ ❅。˚ ☁︎ ˚。⋆。˚☽ ˎˊ˗ ────────────────
𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫
The rain wasn't heavy, but the light drizzle was enough to make you seek shelter under the awning of a nearby café. You mentally kicked yourself for not bringing an umbrella, though you considered making a run for it.
"Y/N," a familiar voice called out. You instantly recognized the gentle, comforting tone and turned to see Xavier approaching.
"Xav, I didn’t know you were around," you said, a smile spreading across your face.
"I was by the bus terminal," he replied, gesturing towards the waiting shed. "Then I saw you."
You realized he had moved just to be by your side, even though he already had shelter. His quiet dedication always amazed you.
"Do you have an umbrella?"
"No," he answered, seemingly unconcerned about being stuck in the rain with you.
You chuckled, typical Xavier—content as long as he was with you.
"Look, the bus is arriving," he said, cutting your laugh short. Before you could suggest waiting for the next one, he removed his jacket, revealing a black turtleneck underneath.
Draping his jacket over your head, he gently took your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as he led you towards the bus.
Your footsteps echoed softly on the wet concrete, and though his hair and clothes grew damp, he remained unfazed.
His priority was your comfort and protection, always putting you first above everything else.
𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞
As the rain caught up to you on your way home, you were surprised to see Zayne's car parked outside, waiting for you.
He knew you were too stubborn to bring an umbrella, despite his warnings about the weather forecast.
His gaze swept over your slightly soaked appearance with a slight frown. Holding an umbrella over your head, he guided you to the passenger seat.
"You’re going to catch a cold if you stay out here. Let’s get you somewhere dry and warm. I’m not letting you get sick on my watch." His concern was genuine, though expressed pragmatically.
"I thought you were working," you said, raising an eyebrow as you settled into the car.
"And I thought I told you to bring an umbrella," he retorted, stowing the umbrella behind the seat.
"I thought the weather forecast was overreacting," you admitted sheepishly. "It wasn’t in my plan."
"I suppose getting drenched was part of your plan for today? Next time, maybe consider an umbrella."
"I will," you laughed. "But I’m fine, I promise."
He gave a small hum and nod, then turned to you with a hand towel, gently drying your hair with a delicate touch.
His words might have sounded stern, but you knew he was just looking out for you, he always had been.
𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥
With an umbrella barely shielding you from the rain, you stood outside the art studio, waiting for Rafayel. You probably could’ve intruded but you didn't want to interrupt his creative process.
"You look like a fish out of water," a familiar voice remarked, making you turn around to see Rafayel approaching.
"Enjoying the weather or waiting for me?" he teased, his bratty attitude shining through.
"I’m enjoying the weather," you retorted, matching his tone with a playful huff.
"A child could lie better," he smirked, leaning in to examine you closely. "You could have called me. I wouldn’t have known you were here."
"It’s fine, I didn’t want to bother you," you replied. "Besides, I wanted to have dinner with you."
He flashed a small, almost smug smile and took the umbrella from your hand, holding it for both of you. "Let’s get out of the rain before you catch a cold."
He raised his elbow, and you wrapped your arm around it as you walked together.
The umbrella barely covered the two of you, but he made sure you got most of the space, not caring if some raindrops fell on his shoulder.
He could have grabbed another umbrella from the studio, but missing out on having you close?
No way. Not even the rain could keep you apart.
𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬
You glanced outside, seeing the rain pelting the association’s glass panes. You texted Sylus about rescheduling your plans due to the weather but received no response. You assumed he was busy with his own agenda.
However, as you walked outside the association, you spotted him leaning against his motorcycle, fixing his gloves, completely unfazed by the danger of being near the association that wanted him.
You hurried to his side, whispering, "What are you doing here?" while looking around nervously.
"Is fetching you wrong now?" he scoffed, his arrogance once infuriating but now oddly captivating.
"No, but—" You were too busy scanning around to notice he used his Evol. Suddenly, you found yourself mounted on his motorcycle, red mist swirling around you.
Sylus wasn't worried at all. He glanced at you, gently placing a helmet on your head, his eyes reveling in the thrill of the situation.
"I don’t want to wait," he said firmly, his voice commanding. He removed his leather jacket and wrapped it around your petite form, the large garment enveloping you.
He was most definitely impatient, but when it came to you, he'd always make time.
Not even the weather would ruin your date.
·❆ ❆ ❅ • . ❆❆• · . ❅
𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑠ℎ 𝑢𝑝 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑍𝑎𝑦𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑦𝑙𝑢𝑠. (𝐼'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝑆𝑦𝑙𝑢𝑠 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑒 :<)
𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑜 𝑠𝑦𝑙𝑢𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛'𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔.
𝑀𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦~ 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.
Love Language
ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘓𝘈𝘋𝘚 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴? (𝘎𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨)
ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 & 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘖𝘖𝘊
─────────────── ˗ˏˋ ❅。˚ ☁︎ ˚。⋆。˚☽ ˎˊ˗ ────────────────
𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫
Giving: Acts of service & Physical touch
Xavier often struggles to articulate his feelings with words, so he relies on his actions to communicate his love.
He might fumble for the right words, but you can read his emotions through his body language, which is where he’s most sincere.
He’s always willing to help you, his acts of service might often go unnoticed because he doesn't draw attention to them. However, you knew him well and understands that these small, consistent efforts are his way of expressing love; whether it's packing your lunch (though let’s be honest, it’s ready meals) or running an errand just for you.
He cherishes physical contact with you, savoring the tingling sensation in his hand and the butterflies in his stomach whenever your hands are intertwined.
He doesn’t mind if you’re busy on your phone or reading a book; he just wants to hold you close.
He loves to cuddle, resting his head on your chest to listen to your steady heartbeat, which reassures him of your presence and your shared moments.
He finds comfort in nuzzling into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent, and imprinting it in his memory.
Receiving: Physical touch
Just as he enjoys giving physical affection, he loves receiving them as well.
He might not show overt emotional reactions but there will be subtle signs such as his faint smile, relaxed posture or his eyes softening.
Physical touch has a calming effect on Xavier, it helps him feel grounded and connected with you.
He doesn’t ask for much even, to the point that kissing him and caressing his cheek takes him aback, prompting him to shyly look down while scratching his nape, a mannerism of his endearment for you.
He adores when you take the initiative, like holding his hand in public to ensure he stays close; especially on crowded areas making sure he wouldn’t get lost, or vice versa.
In private moments, Xavier would be more open to receiving physical touch, allowing himself to be more vulnerable and affectionate. He would appreciate gentle caresses, holding hands, or being held, finding comfort and reassurance.
𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞
Giving: Quality time & Physical touch
Despite his demanding schedule as a surgeon, Zayne always carves out time to be with you.
While he might not openly express his enjoyment, his appreciation for quality time can be seen in his willingness to make time for you.
No matter how exhausting his day of consultations and surgeries has been, it all fades away the moment he sees you.
He's usually reserved at affection, most likely to be subtle and reserved. Simple gestures like a gentle touch on the arm or reassuring hand on the shoulder.
However, you can tell he's had a tough day when he comes home still in his doctor coat, walking straight to you and pulling you into a tight embrace, his head resting on your chest as he sighs softly.
His strong hands wrap around your waist, gently caressing your back in a possessive yet tender gesture, as if he’s silently conveying that you are the most important part of his life.
In an intimate setting, Zayne kisses you almost greedily, his hand on your cheek, blending his desire with his patience. He wants all of you, yet he’s careful not to push you.
Receiving: Gifts/ Physical touch & Quality time
Zayne treasures the gifts you give him, no matter how small or silly. You might think he’s put them away, but you’ll often find them on his desk, a constant reminder of you.
He loves seeing the little things you’ve given him; they make him smile and think fondly of your thoughtfulness and humor.
While he appreciates physical touch, he values the time you make for him as well.
With both of you having busy schedules, he may not always voice it out, but he deeply appreciates the moments you set aside just to be with him.
He didn’t mind that the things you do together were the simplest, he wasn’t an extravagant person after all.
Watching a movie in the comfort of your home, his arm being cradled by you; that was more than enough.
𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥
Giving: Words of Affirmation & Physical touch
Rafayel may often come across as bratty and snarky, but over time, you’ve learned that it’s his unique way of expressing love.
Sometimes he’ll deny sweet statements or act like a classic tsundere, making you chuckle and tease him about it. He might glare and cross his arms, but deep down, he loves it—especially because it’s you.
Unlike Xavier, Rafayel is adept at conveying his feelings through words, though not always straightforwardly. He expresses his emotions through stories or obscure comments.
He never gives direct compliments, but his playful teases about your quirks show that he pays close attention and values you.
While he might push you away playfully, he loves physical touch. He enjoys subtle closeness—standing near you, leaning in while talking, or initiating contact under the guise of annoyance.
His playful shoves and pokes are his way of being physically affectionate without seeming overly sentimental.
Rafayel always wants you close, never wanting you out of his sight.
In moments of genuine concern, he becomes protective, pulling you out of harm’s way or holding your hand to show solidarity, despite you being his bodyguard.
Receiving: Acts of service & Quality time
Rafayel may not openly express his appreciation for your acts of service, but he deeply values them.
His bratty attitude might downplay your efforts, but inwardly, he feels cared for and understood.
He enjoys the attention and care you provide, even if he pretends not to care or brushes them off with a teasing or snarky remark.
Rafayel cherishes your undivided attention. He never wants to share what’s his, and your focus on him is one of his favorite love languages.
Whenever you’re together, he doesn’t want you distracted by anything else—he craves your sole attention.
𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬
Giving: Gifts & Words of Affirmation
Sylus loves to spoil you rotten, often handing over his card and encouraging you to pamper yourself with whatever you desire.
He’s never stingy with his gifts, showering you with everything from expensive brands to the finest jewelry.
When his busy schedule keeps him away, he leaves you gifts as a token of his affection, making up for his absence.
Though Sylus is cocky and arrogant, he has a way with words, honed from years of making deals and running businesses.
He’s blunt and unfazed by emotional nuances, delivering his words of affirmation with a dose of brutal honesty.
He doesn’t sugarcoat his compliments, which makes them impactful. When he says something affectionate, you know it’s genuine and sincere.
His rare, heartfelt words carry weight, adding depth to his expressions of love.
Receiving: Physical touch & Quality time
Physical touch is one of Sylus's primary love languages. While he doesn’t like public displays of affection, it’s a different story when you’re alone together.
He loves intertwining his fingers with yours, reveling in the sense of superiority from the size difference and the feeling of fitting together perfectly.
Sylus is possessive and greedy, disliking the idea of you being with anyone else.
Though he may appear calm and collected, the slight narrowing of his crimson eyes reveals his disapproval.
He treasures the quality time you spend together, craving those private moments where he can hold you close and feel your presence.
·❆ ❆ ❅ • . ❆❆• · . ❅
𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐻𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠. 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒-
Grief
ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘓𝘈𝘋𝘚 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴?
ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, & 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘖𝘖𝘊
─────────────── ˗ˏˋ ❅。˚ ☁︎ ˚。⋆。˚☽ ˎˊ˗ ────────────────
𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫
Xavier is unraveling. He refuses to accept the brutal reality of your absence, his mind rejecting the notion that you’re gone. Every day he clings to the desperate hope of finding you, even if it means chasing an illusion. Jeremiah pleads with him to let go, to find rest, but Xavier hasn’t slept a single night since you disappeared. The world insists you’re gone forever, but he can’t believe that. Somewhere, he convinces himself, you must still exist. He’s willing to turn the world upside down to see you again, despite the gnawing certainty deep inside him that you’re lost to him forever. He will never stop, not until his body collapses from exhaustion. Losing you once was unbearable; he won’t let it happen again, no matter the cost.
𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞
Zayne appears composed, his emotions meticulously controlled, his expression unchanged. But the mere mention of your name sends ripples through his calm facade. When alone in his office, the dam breaks. Tears fall freely as memories of your smile flood his mind, shattering his composure. Your disappearance haunts him, and he blames himself for not protecting you, for not being there when you needed him. It takes years for him to begin moving on, and even then, the wound never truly heals. He will always carry the pain of losing the one person who mattered most to him, a scar that time can never erase.
𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥
Rafayel descends into despair, his mind a tangled mess, his heart shattered beyond repair. The thought of you forgetting him pales in comparison to the agony of losing you completely. He was content just being near you, even if you couldn’t remember. Now, faced with a life without you, he breaks down, collapsing to the ground as sobs wrack his body. He retreats from the world, locking himself away in his studio, which becomes a prison of his own making. What good is anything if it’s only half? That’s how his heart feels—torn without you, the other half of his soul.
𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬
Sylus explodes with rage. Always the controlled one, he now finds himself consumed by a fury he can’t contain. You were his unexpected source of gentleness and warmth, and now you’re gone, ripped away from him. The news of your disappearance drives him to violent outbursts. He flips tables, shatters glass, and destroys furniture, his shouts of frustration echoing through the mansion. Luke and Kieran keep their distance, knowing better than to approach him in this state. The loss of you makes him question everything. What’s the point of keeping the peace, of holding back? If he’s lost his world, he might as well set fire to the entire world in his grief and anger.
·❆ ❆ ❅ • . ❆❆• · . ❅
𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑎-𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑠; "𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑣𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑒𝑓𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑋𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑦𝑙𝑢𝑠." 𝐼𝑇 𝑊𝐴𝑆𝑁'𝑇 𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑁 𝐼𝑁𝑇𝐸𝑁𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁𝐴𝐿, 𝐼 𝑆𝑊𝐸𝐴𝑅 𝐴𝑆𝐾𝐷𝐻𝐾𝐴𝑆.
Hi! Can I request Lads boys react Mc who's a big fan of k-pop boy band idols to the point their room is filled with their merchandise or if she have a chance she go to concert too? Her delulu and fantasy may or may not make the boys jealous because it make her oblivious to their court. (any of the idols choice is yours)
Thank you!
K-pop Idol Reaction
ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘈𝘋𝘚 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘬-𝘱𝘰𝘱 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘯?
ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 & 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵
─────────────── ˗ˏˋ ❅。˚ ☁︎ ˚。⋆。˚☽ ˎˊ˗ ────────────────
𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫
You accidentally left your door open when you grabbed the mail. Xavier, passing by, noticed the open door and his protective instincts kicked in seeing a figure. He entered your room, only to be greeted by a large poster of your favorite K-pop idol.
Hearing footsteps, you turned and panicked, “X-Xavier!” You tried to pull him away, but it was too late. His eyes roamed the room, taking in the walls plastered with posters and the pictures stuck to your floor-length mirror.
Unfamiliar with the K-pop craze, Xavier looked at a poster and asked, “Do you know these people?” He tilted his head slightly, inspecting it with curiosity.
You felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you. “Well…” It was a yes and no.
“I’ve been following them for a while now,” you admitted, scratching your cheek and avoiding his gaze.
Xavier misunderstood, thinking you meant they were relatives or significant acquaintances. “Do you want my photos?”
“… What?”
𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞
Zayne knocked on your door, inviting you to eat with him after cooking a meal. However, you couldn’t hear him over the latest album from the K-pop boy band you’ve followed since their debut.
When there was no response, Zayne entered the room. You jumped up, hastily removing your earphones and hiding your phone. The door opened widely, revealing Zayne’s curious gaze. He took in the numerous posters on your walls.
“This—” you stammered, searching for an excuse.
“I didn’t know you were such a fan,” he mused, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. You blushed lightly at his comment and gave him a wordless glare, questioning his sudden intrusion.
“Food’s cooked. Eat with me while it’s still fresh and hot,” he said, answering your silent question. He looked around again, assessing your dedication to the band. Knowing their concert was approaching, he added, “I’m free next month. We can book tickets and attend the concert together if you want.”
“Really?” Your eyes lit up with excitement. Zayne nodded.
“Make sure you get enough rest if you want it to happen, and eat your meal soon.” It was a compromise you were absolutely willing to take.
𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥
You always made sure your door was closed to prevent Rafayel from seeing your room, which was entirely covered with photos and posters of your K-pop idols. But today, he forced his way inside, frustrated by your constant seclusion.
“What’s this?!” Rafayel exclaimed, pointing at a floor-length poster of an idol.
“Surely you’ve heard of them, right?” you replied, feeling like you had just been caught red-handed.
He seemed upset, and you thought it was because you were a fan of a K-pop boy band. But then he surprised you by saying, “Why aren’t my photos here?”
“Huh?”
“I’m quite famous too, y’know!” he argued, “Why aren’t my photos glued to your walls?”
"..." He was definitely jealous, just not in the way you thought.
𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬
With Sylus and his Evol and Mephisto around, nothing escaped his notice. You didn’t bother hiding your love for the Korean band, openly humming their songs and buying merchandises even with Sylus by your side.
At first, he didn’t mind, even giving you his card to spend as you liked. But when you planned to attend a concert instead of accompanying him to a business meeting, it ticked him off.
“You’re telling me, you’re letting Luke and Kieran take your place at a business meeting with me because the date of this ‘concert’ aligns with the day?” he asked, arms crossed as he stared down at you.
“Yeah, why?” you replied without hesitation, not seeing the issue.
He sighed, pinching his temples in frustration. “Maybe I’ve been too lenient with you, sweetie.”
He then added, “I can just sing you a song instead,” he offered, either oblivious to or ignoring the fact that his singing was ‘out of this world’.
“… That’s not the same thing…” you sweat-dropped. “I’m sure Luke and Kieran will love that, though.”
·❆ ❆ ❅ • . ❆❆• · . ❅
𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝑌𝐸𝑆. 𝐷𝐸𝐿𝑈𝐿𝑈-𝑁𝐸𝑆𝑆. 𝐼 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡, 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑛! 𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑~
Hello, if it's ok with you we could have a reaction of the LaDS boys reacting to hearing the reader's sneeze for the first time and she sneezes like a kitten? (my body is ready for Sylus's part
Kitten Sneeze
ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘈𝘋𝘚 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯?
ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 & 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘖𝘖𝘊
─────────────── ˗ˏˋ ❅。˚ ☁︎ ˚。⋆。˚☽ ˎˊ˗ ────────────────
𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫
Upon sneezing, you sounded remarkably like the cat that Xavier feeds outside the apartment. He paused mid-action, his expression inscrutable as he observed you wiping your nose with a handkerchief, curiosity flickering in his eyes.
“What…?” You asked, blinking at him in confusion.
“I thought I heard an actual kitten,” he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. Xavier had a soft spot for kittens, often stopping to pet strays whenever he encountered them. He wouldn't even pull back if a kitten decided to nibble his finger.
“I didn’t know you were capable of mimicking a kitten,” he chuckled softly, the corners of his lips curving into a rare, gentle smile. His eyes softened, exuding a warmth that made your heart flutter. “It was very cute.”
𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞
“Are you alright?” Zayne's voice carried a tinge of concern as he glanced at you, his brow furrowing slightly. Before you could respond, you sneezed again, the high-pitched sound eerily similar to a kitten's meow. As a dedicated doctor, his initial worry was whether this was a respiratory problem, but the consistency of your sneezes reassured him it was just a quirky trait of yours.
“Drink water,” he murmured, gently rubbing your back in slow, soothing circles. With his other hand, he held a glass of water to your lips, which you gratefully sipped. “I’m worried that you might be catching a cold or an allergy.”
“No, I’m okay,” you reassured him, sniffing a bit.
“Mm.” Zayne subtly nodded at your words; his concern not entirely dispelled. Though he wouldn’t openly admit it, he found your sneezing adorable, its kitten-like quality endearing to someone who secretly had a soft spot for such creatures, like him.
𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥
“A-Achoo..!” Your sneeze, sounding like a tiny cat’s meow, made Rafayel flinch visibly. He wasn't fond of cats, a fact you were well aware of, but his reaction still caught you off guard.
He stared at you with wide eyes and a furrowed brow, looking genuinely bewildered. “Was that you?”
You wiped your nose, sniffling as you met his incredulous gaze. “Yeah, why?”
“…” His frown deepened as he slowly backed away, his expression a mix of concern and annoyance. “This is why you aren’t supposed to come near those fur-monsters! They’re already affecting you!”
“…” You rolled your eyes at his dramatic antics, only to notice him dialing something on his phone. Realization dawned as you saw he was calling an ambulance.
“Rafayel-!”
𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬
Hearing your adorable kitten-like sneeze, the first thing Sylus did was chuckle, his deep and raspy voice resonating throughout the room. He had been engrossed in a book just before you sneezed, but the unexpected sound captured his full attention.
“What was that?”
“What was what…? I sneezed…”
“Seems like I’ve been right all along,” he mused, his crimson eyes locking onto you with an amused glint. You frowned slightly, unsure of his meaning.
“You really are my kitten,” he declared, his voice laced with a possessive endearment that made your cheeks burn. His straightforward claim left you blushing profusely, his intense gaze making your heart race as he reaffirmed your place in his life.
·❆ ❆ ❅ • . ❆❆• · . ❅
𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦, 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑆𝑦𝑙𝑢𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛 (𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑋𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟) 𝐻𝐴𝐻𝐴. 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑆𝑦𝑙𝑢𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡- 𝐿𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝐻𝐴𝐻𝐴𝐻𝐴.
Hii, can i request the LADs boys reacting to mc avoiding them after they kissed for the first time?? Thank youu
First Kiss
ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘈𝘋𝘚 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴?
ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 & 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘖𝘖𝘊
─────────────── ˗ˏˋ ❅。˚ ☁︎ ˚。⋆。˚☽ ˎˊ˗ ────────────────
𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫
The first kiss with Xavier was featherlight and gentle, imbued with a tenderness that was unmistakable. You could see through his body language how his tensed shoulders eased the moment your lips touched; his hand intertwined with yours while the other cupped your cheek with delicate care. He was cautious, ensuring he didn’t surprise you or cause any discomfort.
You melted into the kiss, feeling the warmth and sincerity behind it. As he pulled away, those tender eyes gazed at you with a softness that made your heart flutter, the corner of his lips curving into a small, endearing smile. Overwhelmed by the intimacy, you felt a rush of embarrassment and flusteredness, instinctively turning away to excuse yourself. Your heart raced wildly, threatening to burst from your chest.
Xavier stood there, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. He processed the situation, momentarily worrying that he had done something wrong to provoke such a reaction, unaware that your response was born from sheer flustered-ness.
You didn’t avoid him outright, but whenever you spoke, you averted your gaze, the memory of his lips lingering each time you met his eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he finally said, his voice tinged with guilt. He felt he might have made you uncomfortable, and though he cherished that first kiss, he was ready to restrain himself if it meant ensuring your comfort. His expression was akin to a bunny with drooping ears, vulnerable and earnest.
Xavier’s tendency to blame himself led to numerous apologies, but as you explained your side, his eyes gradually lit up. Hearing you admit that it was embarrassment and not discomfort that fueled your reaction, his imaginary bunny ears perked up.
He didn’t mind your initial avoidance, and knowing your true feelings now, a genuine smile spread across his face. The fact that he could elicit such a flustered reaction from you made him quietly elated.
𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞
Zayne’s kiss was surprisingly intense, a stark contrast to his usual cold exterior. Many assumed his gestures would be distant and minimal, but his kiss was the complete opposite. His hand gently supported the back of your head while the other cupped your cheek, his lips pressing against yours with a passion that was almost overwhelming. His kiss was full of emotion, conveying a depth of feeling that his reserved demeanor often hid.
You were utterly flustered, even more so when he pulled away and his eyes softened, examining your dazed expression. Everything went blank in your mind, the intensity of your emotions making it hard to process anything.
For hours, you were lost in that moment. Even when he tried to speak to you, waving his hand, you barely responded, leaving him to think you were deliberately ignoring him.
“Y/n, are you angry?” he asked, his direct gaze snapping you out of your trance momentarily.
“W-What? N-No,” you stammered, trying to gather your thoughts. He remained silent, staring at you with an expectant look, prompting you to confess your feelings.
You explained that it was a pleasant but overwhelming feeling, not something you could immediately process. His expression softened, and you swore you saw the corner of his lips curve into a rare, fond smile, making you blush even more.
“Next time,” he began, “let me know.” His tone was calm, but his words carried a gentle insistence. He wanted you to communicate better for the sake of both of you.
𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥
Despite his bratty nature, Rafayel’s kiss was calculated and surprisingly tender. It was both of your first kiss, yet it felt like he instinctively knew what to do. You expected his gestures to be limited to holding hands, but his kiss was a revelation. He seemed to hold himself back, his longing and devotion palpable in the way he kissed you. It felt like he was pouring his heart into that kiss, desperate yet controlled, as if he was trying not to overwhelm you.
The rush of emotions took you by surprise. Your wide eyes, cheeks tinged with a pink blush, and racing heart betrayed your astonishment. As he pulled back, Rafayel scanned your expression, frowning slightly, unsure of your reaction.
“…What?” he asked, his confusion evident.
“…I…” You trailed off, struggling to form coherent words. Rafayel’s brows knitted in curiosity and confusion.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t like that,” he said, his signature annoyed expression appearing as he crossed his arms.
“What? No! I did!” you quickly reassured him, knowing how dramatic Rafayel could be.
He turned away with a huff, unconvinced by your words. In the end, it was you who needed to explain your reaction. Before you could avoid him, Rafayel would confront you, demanding clarity.
Despite his bratty demeanor, which you found endearing, Rafayel took full advantage of your reactions, using them to his benefit. His charm lay in his ability to be both frustrating and utterly captivating.
𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬
Sharing your first kiss with Sylus was an intense, straightforward gesture. Once he had your consent, he held nothing back. He intertwined his fingers with yours, making you feel his dominance as he crashed his lips against yours. His kiss was deep and demanding, his grip on your hand tightening as he leaned in further. It was rough and aggressive, leaving you breathless and taken aback.
When he finally pulled away, his grip on you loosened slightly. You excused yourself quickly, feeling the embarrassment and the pounding of your heart. The encounter left you flustered and speechless.
For hours, you avoided him, feeling awkward whenever you crossed paths in the manor. You gave him no explanation, leaving him puzzled and annoyed.
Eventually, he cornered you, pulling you close so your chest pressed against his. His towering figure and intense gaze made you even more flustered.
“I don’t appreciate being ignored, sweetie,” he said, his tone slightly annoyed. His hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. “If you didn’t like it, you can simply tell me.”
The close proximity made you stammer, but you managed to explain your reaction despite your stuttering. His frown slowly eased, replaced by a smirk as he realized the effect his kiss had on you.
“I should increase that effect then,” he concluded, his gaze narrowing in amusement.
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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐼 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡! 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑛~ 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒, 𝐼 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡!
Lip balm
ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᯓ❅ ┆ synopsis┆ : Chapped lips are always a hassle, but you found a solution to it.
ᯓ❅ ┆ tags┆ : short fiction, soft, fluff & possible OOC
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𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫
You grumbled softly at the uncomfortable sensation of your dry lips. It had been a constant problem lately. Fortunately, you always carried a chapstick with you. You shifted slightly from Xavier’s warm embrace, where you had been cuddling, and his eyes followed you, curious. As you rummaged through your bag, he silently observed your movements with a calm fascination.
Pulling out the chapstick, you removed the cap, the pop sound breaking the silence of the room. You applied it slowly, biting and plucking your lips gently to ensure the balm spread evenly. When you turned back, you found Xavier watching you intently, his eyes filled with a curious softness, as if he were studying something new. He looked almost childlike in that moment, an adorable curiosity lighting up his features, which made you chuckle.
Returning to his side, you snuggled back into his arms, and he welcomed you without hesitation, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and pulling you in closer, his warmth enveloping you again.
“What was that?” he asked, a hint of curiosity lingering in his tone.
“Lip balm,” you replied casually, looking up at him with a playful smile. “For dry lips.”
He nodded thoughtfully, his usual composed expression softening as he mused. That’s when you noticed his own lips, slightly cracked at the edges. “You’ve got some dry lips too,” you pointed out, mimicking the motion on your own lips.
Xavier blinked, touching his bottom lip absentmindedly. You reached for the chapstick again but paused, a mischievous idea forming.
“Xavier,” you called, drawing his attention with a sly tone. He looked at you, still innocently curious, and you cupped his cheeks gently. Leaning in, your lips met his in a soft kiss, the balm transferring smoothly onto his lips.
When you pulled away, you couldn’t hide your triumphant smirk. His reaction was priceless—his ears turned a faint shade of red, and a soft blush crept over his cheeks. He blinked a few times, his gaze softening as he smiled at you, as if you had just made him fall for you all over again.
“Again,” he whispered, his voice even softer than before.
“What—”
“Kiss me again.”
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𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞
“Ugh… my lips are cracked again,” you groaned in frustration. The cold, rainy weather lately had done a number on your skin, especially your lips. It was becoming annoyingly routine.
Zayne, sitting at his desk reviewing surgical documents, sighed softly at your complaint. Without looking up, he shook his head in mild exasperation. “You should drink more water. Hydration is key.”
You pouted at his statement, knowing full well you’d been drinking plenty. “I do drink enough,” you countered, unconsciously licking your lips, which brought a brief but welcome relief.
Zayne glanced up at you from his papers, his sigh a bit louder this time. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a tube of lip balm and handed it to you. “Don’t lick your lips. When the saliva dries, it’ll make things worse.”
Accepting the balm, you stared at him, your eyes narrowing as they landed on his lips. “Wait, do you usually use this stuff?” you asked, a little surprised.
“I do,” he answered simply, his attention shifting back to his documents. You couldn’t help but notice how smooth and slightly glistening his lips looked, a fact that made you impulsively want to lean in and kiss him. You leaned forward slightly, but Zayne was quick, placing a firm hand on your shoulder before you could close the distance.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his tone calm but knowing.
Caught in the act, you huffed in mock annoyance, retreating with a playful pout. “I wanted to kiss you since you’ve already got balm on your lips…” Your voice trailed off, a little embarrassed by your boldness.
Zayne didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he set his papers aside, cupping your cheek with one hand as he expertly uncapped the balm with the other. He applied it to your lips with a gentle touch, the cool sensation of the balm contrasting with the warmth of his hand.
Just when you thought it was over, he finished applying the balm, then leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a soft, lingering kiss. The kiss was tender, yet it left your heart racing, as if it had been your first kiss all over again.
“There,” he murmured, pulling away, the corner of his lips curling into a faint smile. You were certain you’d melt into a puddle right there on the spot.
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𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥
“Rafayel! You need to put some lip balm on, your lips are cracking,” you said, arms crossed as you lightly scolded the ever-dramatic mermaid.
He huffed in response, crossing his own arms in an exaggerated manner and turning away from you with a sharp flick of his hair. “No! I’ve never used that stuff, and I don’t plan on starting now. You’re my bodyguard, not my nanny!”
It was impossible not to laugh at his theatrics. Most of the time, you felt more like you were babysitting him than anything else, whether you were on duty or spending time together outside of work.
Rafayel narrowed his gaze when he heard your chuckle. “Are you laughing at me?” he asked, a suspicious edge to his tone.
“Not at all,” you said with a smile that betrayed your denial. “But seriously, if you don’t use something, your lips will start bleeding.” You held out a tube of chapstick, but he shook his head vehemently.
“I’ll survive,” he retorted, turning his head stubbornly.
You rolled your eyes and opened the tube, stepping closer. He backed away immediately, like a startled cat. “I don’t need it!”
“You do!” you insisted, gripping his chin gently, but he kept squirming and moving, making it impossible to apply the balm. You probably smeared it on his cheek at this point.
“Stay still!” you laughed, struggling to keep up with his evasive maneuvers.
“No!” he whined dramatically, but you had a trump card. Without warning, you leaned in and kissed him, catching him completely off guard. His eyes widened, and he froze in place as your lips met his, allowing you to finally apply the balm.
Pulling back, you smirked and gave him another quick peck. “See? Now your lips are nice and smooth whenever I kiss you.”
Rafayel was left speechless, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He blinked, clearly malfunctioning from the surprise kiss.
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𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬
Sylus chuckled as he examined your collection of lip balms, spread across the bedside table. His deep voice resonated in the room, a soft echo in the intimate setting. “Why do you need so many different lip balms?”
You were lying on your stomach, scrolling through your phone, only half-listening. “In case I lose one,” you said nonchalantly, barely glancing up.
“Uh-huh,” Sylus drawled, clearly amused. “And you need two extra pairs?”
“They smell different,” you added, more engaged in your screen than the conversation. When you finally glanced up, you saw him inspecting the melon-flavored balm you used most often.
He twisted off the cap, raising it to his nose. “Smells like melon, all right,” he commented.
“Don’t you use one?” you asked, tilting your head as you studied him.
Sylus raised an eyebrow, leaning against the edge of the bed. “Not really,” he replied smoothly. His eyes flickered with interest as he glanced at your lips. “What flavor are you wearing now?”
“Strawberry, I think?” you replied, a bit unsure. You touched your lips, trying to catch the scent.
Sylus smirked at your uncertainty. “Why don’t you try tasting it?”
Your brows furrowed, about to respond when Sylus leaned in, pressing his lips to yours before you could say another word. His hand found the back of your neck, pulling you closer as his tongue darted out, grazing your bottom lip.
The kiss took your breath away. When he pulled back, his signature smirk was firmly in place. “You’re right,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “There’s no taste.”
Your lips tingled, and you could only stare at him, still processing what had just happened. Sylus motioned to his own lips, now coated with your chapstick. “Guess I use lip balm now too.”
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╰。 Author's Note: I had this idea for a while now HAHA, glad to have written it off. For once, I didn't stumble much on Zayne's part actually. Also I apologize for the different blog designs (especially my pinned post) but I was trying to keep the designs more minimal since at some websites and especially in phones there's some symbols that can't be seen. I hope I eliminated that one.
I probably should work more on my tags as well.
Kitchen
ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᯓ❅ ┆ synopsis┆ : How does the LADS boys handle themselves in the kitchen?
ᯓ❅ ┆ tags┆ : prompt, soft, fluff & possible OOC
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𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫
Xavier in the kitchen was almost a disaster waiting to happen—no exaggeration. He had a knack for forgetting to turn off the stove or neglecting to set a timer, leaving his meals charred and inedible more often than not. While eliminating Wanderers with effortless precision was second nature to him, cooking seemed to be his weakness. Typically, Xavier gravitated toward quick, easy meals—cup noodles, ready-to-eat options—and never fussed over what he ate.
Despite his mishaps, he genuinely put in the effort to learn, committing to recipes and working to improve. With time, practice, and a few burned pans later, he eventually became efficient in the kitchen. Once he mastered the basics, he started preparing large meals, focusing on quantity so you’d never be short of options, making sure you had plenty of your favorites to choose from.
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𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞
Zayne embodied the perfect image of husband material. Though his job as a Linkon doctor kept him busy with back-to-back surgeries and long hours at the hospital, he never failed to make time for you—especially if you were craving his cooking. Despite his demanding schedule, he made it a priority to prepare meals whenever he came home, often late into the night, just to see your face lit up with each bite.
Zayne was meticulous in the kitchen, his precise nature extending from surgery to the ingredients he handled. Aside from his disdain for carrots, he had an impressive knowledge of different vegetables and how to bring out their natural flavors in every dish. Whether he was baking or cooking, he always followed the recipes to a tee, ensuring every detail was perfect, particularly when trying something new. His care and precision in the kitchen mirrored the way he treated you—attentive, thoughtful, and deeply considerate.
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𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥
Rafayel may come off as bratty and spoiled, but beneath that exterior, he harbored surprising culinary talent. It wasn’t something he flaunted, considering that most of his meals were either prepared by Thomas, brought or ordered online. But when the mood struck him, Rafayel could whip up a dish with flair, though he often relied on instructions and recipes to guide him. His creativity shined through, however, as he loved experimenting and adding his personal touch to any recipe.
You were always his first taste-tester, the one he’d eagerly present his latest creation to—sometimes a surprisingly delicious innovation, other times an odd combination that left you questioning his choices.
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𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬
Sylus, much like Zayne, could easily be considered husband material, though he typically didn’t need to lift a finger in the kitchen thanks to his personal chef. Yet, when the occasion called for it, Sylus was more than capable of preparing a meal. Confident and knowledgeable, he rarely consulted recipes, instead relying on his sharp memory and expertise.
While patience wasn’t his strong suit, he made an exception when you were involved. If you were there to taste his dish, Sylus would put his full effort into crafting a meal that catered to your palate, making sure each seasoning and flavor hit the right notes. For someone who thrived on power and control, cooking was one of the few activities where he allowed himself to slow down, focusing intently on every detail. After all, he wanted it to be perfect for you.
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╰。 Author's Note: There's significant parts that are definitely inspired by Infold's Special Chapter; "Ways Of Making Chocolate" chibi report on this prompt.
I'll be working on some requests (specifically a continuation of Grief) by next week since preliminaries are approaching soon, I'll be off from writing for a few days.
Hi! I just read your story Grief, on how the LnDs guys would react to us disappearing from their lives. It was so good, I was just wondering if you’d be willing to make a second part to it. Like how the boys would react to finding us, or something?
Found
ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᯓ❅ ┆ synopsis┆ : How does the LADS boys react if they found you?
ᯓ❅ ┆ tags┆ : prompt, soft, fluff, comfort & possible OOC
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𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫
You were more than just his Queen—you were his beacon, his anchor in a world that had nearly torn him apart. The moment he saw you again, the overwhelming relief nearly brought him to his knees. He had lost you once, a wound he carried with him every day, and he couldn’t bear the thought of facing that agony again. Exhaustion, both physical and emotional, seeped into him after searching for you for so long. All of his strength seemed to drain away, but not before he pulled you close, wrapping you in a fierce embrace, his knees hitting the ground as you struggled to hold up the weight of your bodies. He pressed his face into your hair, breathing you in, your scent embedding itself in his memory. He held you like you were the only thing tethering him to this world, refusing to let go, afraid that if he did, you would vanish again.
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𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞
You had never seen Zayne like this before, his icy, composed demeanor crumbling right before your eyes. His lips trembled; his brows furrowed in uncharacteristic vulnerability when he finally saw you. You barely had the chance to explain before he pulled you into his arms, holding you with a desperation you had never felt from him. His chest heaved against yours, each breath heavy and ragged as if he were on the verge of breaking down. The walls he had carefully built to shield himself from the world, from his pain, had melted away. His apology was barely a whisper, raw and aching, full of guilt for not being there, for failing to protect you. He had carried the weight of your disappearance alone, hiding his grief behind a mask of stoicism, but now that you were back, he didn’t need to pretend anymore. With you, he could let his guard down, the burden finally lifted.
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𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥
At first, he thought he was hallucinating—he had been haunted by your memory for so long that seeing you now felt like another cruel trick. Your disappearance had shattered him, leaving his heart fractured, half of it missing wherever you had gone. But when you softly whispered his name, that familiar voice pulling him out of the darkness, he didn’t care about anything else. He collapsed against you, his arms locking around your waist, pressing his face into your chest as if trying to merge with you, to make sure you were real. Even if this was just another illusion, he wouldn’t care—he would gladly live in this dream if it meant keeping you close. When you wrapped your arms around him in return, his whole body seemed to melt. You could feel the wetness soaking into your shirt, and though he made no sound, you knew he was crying. You were his lifeline, the only thing that had kept him going, and now that you were back, he wasn’t sure if he could ever let go.
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𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬
The fire of rage that had consumed Sylus, that made him lash out at everything and everyone around him, flickered and died the moment he saw you. You were the calm to his storm, the one force that could soothe the fury burning inside him. The rage that could’ve razed the world to ashes was extinguished in an instant. He didn’t care if his subordinates saw him like this—his vulnerability exposed for all to witness. All that mattered was you, here, in his arms again. His embrace was fierce, almost desperate, like he was afraid that if he let go, the storm would rage once more. Now that you were back, there was no way he’d let you out of his sight again. His protectiveness might even turn into possessiveness, and he wouldn’t mind one bit, as long as it meant keeping you safe from harm. You were the only thing grounding him, the only thing that mattered, and he would fight the entire world to protect you.
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╰。 Author's Note: Preliminaries has finished last week, I'm quite free this week so I decided ahead and made another one of the requested fictions. Technically you don't need to read Grief to have a grasp in this one but nevertheless, thank you for requesting it! I hope you enjoy it as well~
THE MORNING AFTER - TEXTING THE LOVE AND DEEPSPACE MEN
Warnings : mentions and references to the first time having sex together, reader is gender-neutral!
Genre : fluffff <33
Additional notes : These men would be absolute SAPS the morning after, you guys can’t convince me otherwise. They’re just made to love wholly💗 To anyone else reading this, my requests are still closed!! These are just old requests I had in my inbox🫶🏽
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Rafayel: Glub glub.
MC: ...
MC: You've been fed five minutes ago.
Rafayel: But I'm bored.
MC: *sigh* What do you have in mind?
Rafayel: It's not my job to brainstorm.
MC: ...
MC: Isn't it because you have the mind of a fish?
Rafayel: ...
Rafayel: *sad pout* You're insulting me now?
MC: Shit— No, don't—
MC: *ends up wearing a penguin costume just to cheer him up*
Rafayel: Now do a little dance~. Make this fish happy.
MC: Damn you.
MC and the boys eavesdropping on a couple fighting
Just in a silly goofy mood. Nothing heavily rated besides language? I changed the color of the arguing couple's text to try and lessen confusion.
Sorry for any mistakes I didn't catch
Xavier
"Bun what's got you so preoc-,"
"Shhhh! Come here. The neighbors are fighting again." Your ear firmly placed against the patio door as you listen to the not so subtle argument from your neighbors. It was the third time this week and boy did you find it entertaining.
"You shouldn't listen, it's rude." Xavier whispers as he takes his place next to you. He crouches below you, peeking out the blinds nonchalantly.
"What's rude is them having this conversation for all to hear. I might as well tune in."
"What are they arguing about this time?" He asks while playing with the hem of your shorts. His eyes still focused on the couple on the neighboring balcony.
"Mr. Zhou hired another female secretary after he promised not to."
"Are my words cheap to you?! Do you know how much of my life I've wasted on you, on this marriage?"
"Damn." The two of you say in unison.
"She's really letting him have it." Xavier takes a moment to peek up towards you before turning back.
"As she should. They've been married for fifteen years."
"I didn't say I wouldn't. I said I'd think about it! Besides, she's my boss' daughter, I can't exactly tell him no."
"Sure you can, matter of fact I'll do it myself!"
"Woman are you crazy? And lower your voice!"
"Do not call me crazy! And no, I hope the whole world hears! The neighbors seem to be enjoying the show anyway!" At that, the pair of you break away from the door, each of you inspecting a random item nearby.
"I told you it was rude. " Xavier says in a hushed tone as he feigns interest in a nearby plushie.
"Shut it mister."
Rafayel
You weren't usually one to seek out drama or gossip, but the young couple arguing in the gallery was quite a show.
Rafayel stood next to you, joining you in leaning over the railing. He silently sipped his drink as he observed the show.
"Fuck you! I don't even like art! I never wanted to come here anyway. You never go where I want to go for my birthday."
"Fuck me? No, fuck you! I always try to do nice things for you and you shit on it every chance you get." The man's chest rose and fell erratically. His conflicting emotions ever present on his reddening face.
"Oh boy, what a drama queen. " Rafayel says, earning him a scoff from you.
"I don't want to hear that from you." You spoke with finality as you take a sip of your drink.
"As least I have the decorum to not do this in public." You snort.
"Whatever you say pal."
You focus your attention on the young girl below once more as she begins to storm out the gallery.
"You don't do nice things for me, you do stuff that you know you'll enjoy. I'm out of here! Get yourself a new girlfriend loser." She storms to the door in her hot pink pumps. Her auburn hair bouncing with each step. She stops for a moment at the door, turning around to make eye contact with Rafayel. "And you! Your art sucks!" With a turn of her heel, she was out the door.
The whole situation caught you both by surprise. Rafayel brings his hand to his chest, partially scandalized.
You couldn't help but let out a laugh.
"Hey! That's not very nice babe. I'm wounded here." His smile never leaves his face though.
"I'm sorry, it's too funny." You bring a finger to your eye, wiping away a tear.
"Now you owe me, the only way I could possibly recover is if my girlfriend kissed me."
"I can do that. "
Zayne
It had been a few days since you've seen your hard working lover. There had been a rise in Wanderer activity and as a result, more patients coming in.
You were finally graced with a day off so you figured you'd bring your man a packed lunch. Lord knows he doesn't eat as much as he should.
That was the plan. However, the shouts from a nearby room lead you astray from the familiar path to Zayne's office.
You quietly joined a nurse outside the door, the pair of you peeking in.
"I haven't been in the hospital a full week, and you've already cheated on me! The audacity to fuck my nurse!" Oh shit.
"And what are you two doing?" You jumped in surprise. Looking back, Zayne stares at you eyes full of judgment.
The nurse is first to break her silence.
"Oh hush and join us. It's getting good." You nod in agreement, pulling him towards you.
"I don't think our patients would enjoy-"
"Hush!" The two of you whisper bitterly.
"I mean, you heard the doctor, they don't even expect you to make it the rest of the month. Isn't it better I did it with someone you can trust?"
Wow.
"What a degenerate." Zayne whispers. You give a soft giggle surprised that he's one for gossip.
"Thank the God's you're in a hospital. Maybe these doctors will be able to put you back together after I rip you apart!" In the blink of an eye, the patient leans forward in her bed, jamming a pen into her ex lover's penis.
"Shit." You watch as Zayne and the nurse leap into action, not letting this progress any further.
"I'll have to come by here more often when I'm bored."
Sylus
"How long have they been at it?" Bitterness ever so evident in Sylus' voice.
"Three hours now..."
You had somehow convinced Sylus to stay in your average hotel room instead of his penthouse suite. He would never make that mistake again.
"At least if they were fucking I'd understand." Sylus spits. The couple next door had been arguing for hours now.
Apparently, the woman had been eyeing other gentlemen all night, Sylus one of them at one point. It was enough to have her partner crash out.
"I don't want to hear it, Jessica! It's every time we go out! If you don't want to be with me anymore, just say that."
"We're going in circles at this point! I told you I was only looking. There's no harm in that."
"How will he handle this?"
"No better than he has the last few hours kitten. I think I'm going to say hello." Sylus raises himself from the comfort of your chest, hints of rage dusting his eyes.
He already hadn't been sleeping too well these days.
"Absolutely not! Sit your ass down." You yank him back into place. You're completely aware that was something he allowed you to do. He was strong enough to have his way.
"I'll give them thirty more minutes...it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out she's probably been cheating on him for months."
"Sylus! Don't say that." Sleep covers his chuckle.
"It's true. You saw the way she was eyeing me. That's not the look of a woman who isn't getting fucked elsewhere."
"And how do you know that look?" Sylus' silence is loud.
Before you can ask him to reiterate, a loud bang hits the wall.
"You lying bitch! I knew you were fucking him!"
You look down at the smug look on Sylus' face.
"Bingo." He closes his eyes once more, burying his face into your neck.
"Sir you better answer me."
Just a funny little idea that came to my mind. This made me think of doing one about MC on a cruise ship with the boys. I should have that one done not too long after I post this.
Anywaysss byee
Moments Posts - Rafayel
Random posts on the TL w/ boyfriend Rafayel
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seagod_raf_: My Muse
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misshuntermc: THATS MEEE???? 😧
↳ seagod_raf_: THATS YOOUUU ↳ misshuntermc: I look like a model ↳ seagod_raf_: you are a model …. My model 😘
thomasthomas_: don’t mind me just boutta go lay on some train tracks
↳ liiisa_: wait up 🏃🏻♀️ ↳ talkthat_tara: I’m on the way 🫠
misshuntermc: don’t be fooled guys he tackled me into the ocean right after
↳ seagod_raf_: shouldn’t have started running ↳ misshuntermc: YOU STARTED SPRINTING AT ME FULL SPEED OUT OF NOWHERE ↳ seagod_raf_: had to get to you as fast as possible 😋
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seagod_raf_: abstract painting kind of day
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misshuntermc: I have the best teacher in Linkon 😘
↳ seagod_raf_: You boutta make me act up 🥰😍
talkthat_tara: Anyone else see the waist???
↳ liiisa_: I don’t see anything because it’s GONE ↳ imjenna: body so tea I can’t figure it out ↳ talkthat_tara: JENNA WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT 🥴
nene.nero: not the toes for free
↳ misshuntermc: why are you looking at my feet 😐
thomasthomas_: Can I put this in the next exhibit?
↳ misshuntermc: My art amongst Rafayel’s??? In public??? Good sir with a steady heart I have to decline your offer 🤗 ↳ thomasthomas_: why not? ↳ misshuntermc: stop trying to embarrass me
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misshuntermc: Why is my man so good at taking candid photos?
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seagod_raf_: An adoring fan do you want an autograph 😚
↳ misshuntermc: nvm he's annoying who wants him ↳ seagod_raf_: babyyyy stop ↳ thomasthomas_: MC please don’t push your problems on the rest of the world like that
liiisa_: mc your art is getting so good 😍
↳ seagod_raf_: any compliments for the teacher? ↳ liiisa_: this ain’t about the teacher 🙄 ↳ seagod_raf_: 😐😐
talkthat_tara: we need to do a sip and paint soon
↳ liiisa_: YES PLEASE ↳ misshuntermc: I’ll bring the wine 😌
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seagod_raf_: Im trynna bite that peach 🍑🤤
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misshuntermc: guys he wasn’t kidding he really bit my ass
↳ seagod_raf_: tasted like peaches ↳ misshuntermc: I’m going to punch you ↳ seagod_raf_: if you’re going to flirt with me slide in my DM 😏
liiisa_: Well damn mc I wanna bite too
↳ misshuntermc: stay back 🤺
talkthat_tara: why are you double cheeked up on a Thursday afternoon?
↳ misshuntermc: Tara 😭😭
misshuntermc: stop talking about my ass
↳ seagod_raf_: tell your ass to stop talking to us ↳ nene.nero: her ass leaves the room 2 minutes after her ↳ liiisa_: that peach is waving at us from around the corner
talkthat_tara: God knew not to give me a pretty face and a fat ass she knew i'd act up daily 😩
↳ liiisa_: girl me too
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misshuntermc: A never-ending promise
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seagod_raf_: It’s a forever kind of thing
↳ misshuntermc: 🫶🏾😘
talkthat_tara: is that my bracelet?🤔
↳ liiisa_: is that my ring ? 😐 ↳ misshuntermc: can you two not ruin the sentimental post?
thomasthomas_: IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THAT JACKET RAFAYEL
↳ seagod_raf_: you couldve just asked me where it was ↳ thomasthomas_: give it back ↳ seagod_raf_: I’ll let you borrow it next week ↳ thomasthomas_: borrow my own jacket????
imjenna: two little thieves
↳ misshuntermc: 🤭 ↳ seagod_raf_: 🤭
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