High Priestess, Page of Cups, Hierophant, Strength, Hermit, 2 of Cups, Queen of Cups, Ace of Cups, King of Cups.
I'm glad the relationship readings I've done so far are turning out pretty positive and cute, if only all men were as evolved as these ones.. 🫠
Very loyal and committed, honest, truthful, emotionally available (why did I speak so formally or idk lmaoo, but I meant he's also one who's gonna be there for you all the time, you can count on him when you need it the most, he knows how to comfort someone, gives good advices, tips, comfort and lovable messages, etc.), likes cuddling and gifting, especially handmade and his person's favorite things(.e.g fav food, fav clothing brand, etc.), very very romantic and gentlemen type. Hermit and Strengthen together are making me think like he'll be that light at the end of a tunnel when you need it most, how cute🫠 As well as that he loves to spend time alone (together?) with his person, only the two of them. I'm also getting he likes to keep his relationship(s) private, intimate, protected, etc., as much as possible, just heard "they can't ruin what they aren't aware of". Sooo committed and likely to believe in soulmate concepts, values emotional connection a lot, and deeper connection as well(back to soulmate concepts thingy). He's not for it if the person doesn't want serious commitment and a real thing. Values mutuality in treatment and feelings and mutual respect as well. He likes people who are similar to him, personality wise and stuff. He likes to spend time together with his person doing what they both like, since they share hobbies, likings and yeah lol.
A few LADS-focused scenarios/hc I don't know whether to put it in a fic or to draw them but I need to get this out regardless
In no particular order!
(putting a page break because this gets long and i don't want to clog the tags)
While they get along well, there were a few very rare times Luke and Kieran squabbled with each other, which then resulted in a series of borderline worrying instances where MC genuinely believed that the twins really want to end the other.
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One of the instances involves Kieran asking for MC's help to get the smallest and spiciest chili/pepper she can get her hands on in Linkon (because he doesn't want to alert a single soul in the N109 zone). Even though confused by the request, MC did so, which is how she finds herself trying to stop Kieran from gobbling the entire bag of ghost chili peppers in one go in her kitchen later that day. Him explaining that its to get even with Luke did not help lessen the confusion.
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Whenever MC wants to get something for Sylus online (regardless whether its meant to a gift or her trying to prank him), she tells him to 'look away' for a certain period of time. It did nothing to hide the surprise from him, but he did uphold his promise.
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On one occasion, Xavier and MC spent the night at Philo for 'reason'. To kill some time, these two along with Jeremiah decided to have a movie night and let MC choose what to watch.
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Long story short, any films, books, documentaries etc related to the story of Hachiko the dog are now banned within Xavier's and Jeremiah's vicinity. Their reaction towards the film was so strong that MC felt guilty for ever bringing that up as a suggestion, but the guys reassured her that it wasn't her fault. They just didn't expect it to hit them hard.
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MC secretly challenges herself to see how many items she can stack on Xavier's sleeping figure before he wakes up. Without him knowing, this challenge becomes a collaborative effort between her and the staffs at Destiny cafe since his sleeping posture there is the most optimal.
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The record so far is; three coffee table books/magazines, on top of that are two stacks of plastic cups, a tray, a great wall made out of paper cups, another tray, 6-tiered paper cups tower, and a small empty pot.
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All of that toppled down when Xavier sneezed and jolted up straight.
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(this is based of an idea for an animatic i wanted to make in the future hehe) Jeremiah and Tara helped Xavier to set up the scene for him to propose to MC. Tara got confused as to why she and Jeremiah had to hide so far from the place the proposal was supposed to happen, and why she was given a pair of sunglasses.
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That night residents in Linkon City are graced with a news report that states: No, the light beam that blasted the whole city that night did not come from a new type of Wanderer. Yes, the Hunter's Association has confirmed it won't attract Luminivores. Yes, there were three people who got hurt during that incident but they keep telling the reporter on site that it was nothing serious.
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Ever since they were young, Caleb and MC have this tendency to say the exact same thing multiple times. It extends to the point of them syncing up their movements with one another (etc using the same hand to scratch an itch, having the same facial reaction, choosing the same option without the other knowing). It became a game between them and their childhood friends to see how far it can be tested. (yes, this is based of FuwaMoco's being in sync with each other and how kpop band tend to mimic their members' mannerisms)
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Of course, post-Caleb's return, MC notices that they both kinda lost that thing. However, it is coming back, though, but gradually.
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(this is my silly headcanon lmao) The reason why Simone reacted that way when she saw Caleb in MC's house is not fully because she didn't expect to see him there, but partially because she sensed his bionic arm due to her Evol. When she saw that there was no weapon around in MC's living room, Simone became wary of Caleb because she suspected that he is hiding a lethal weapon on him that MC doesn't know about.
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because of the way his office is designed, Zayne's glasses does that anime glass thing. This did not escaped MC and she giggles to herself whenever it happened. Still unsure if Zayne realised this, tho.
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(also my headcanon) When MC asked why Zayne likes to wear that black button up t-shirt so much, he said that it's because that was one of the first gifts she ever got for him
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(no, seriously, I'm on my knees begging people to watch the official release PV of the game where we get snippets of the OG Trio, because MC and Zayne went shopping and she choose a black t-shirt and that might be why he likes that damn shirt so much)
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(this is based of my own MC and myself) Thanks to Rafayel, MC picked up drawing again as a hobby, although she went for digital art and sometimes learn how to do certain stuff like color theory or anatomy or theme etc from observing him (or just Rafayel giving his own advice).
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However, this comes with the side effect of both of them getting way too engrossed in their creative ventures. This dawned on Rafayel later on, who appointed himself as Miss Bodyguard's very own caretaker. Multiple nights, the seagulls witnessed the artist pulling a grumpy MC sitting on a wheeled office chair towards the bedroom whenever he realised that they will not sleep if they keep drawing.
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Rafayel, probably: "Look, one of us has to be the responsible one every now and then, and my shift starts now."
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(ngl Rafayel have my gratitude for pulling me out of my one year art block, hence why my very first LADS-related fan art is of him :3)
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Speaking of seagulls, Rafayel once made MC and Thomas sat through a practice presentation a la Animal Planet documentary in preparation to give a speech in one of the upcoming art exhibition.
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Thomas finds himself nursing a severe migraine while MC is trying her best to not fucking die of laughter when Rafayel is done.
Canon and headcanons about how the men in Love and Deepspace carry you. I've provided some in-game screenshots to validate these points, but I've included my own headcanons as well. enjoy!
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♡Xavier♡
❥ canonically lifts you in his arms. His arms support your legs and bum (respectfully), letting you wrap your arms around his neck.
❥ he likes looking up at you. treats you like a little star in his sky.
❥ whenever you need to reach for something too high, he would lift you in his arms to help you reach it, instead of simply getting it for you. romantic, right?
❥ when he wants loving, he will carry you bridal to be somewhere more, “secluded”
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♡Zayne♡
❥ classic bridal style, for sure. He doesn’t do it in public that often. He wants the ”carrying you moment” to just be between the two of you.
❥ Zayne wants you to feel safe in his arms. When seeing Dawnbreaker Zayne carry MC bridal style to the hospital bed, my goodness, he is so loving and gentle, even in his nightmare, he’s so in love and wants to protect you.
❥ when you and Zayne are kissing, he lifts you up on the table with one hand ofc, and even allows your legs to wrap around his waist. His strong hands also support your legs because his number one priority is making sure you don’t get hurt.
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♡Rafayel♡
❥ he doesn’t carry you that often. Not that he doesn't want to carry you, it's more like you're strong enough to carry him around, you are his bodyguard after all. He’s lighter than you think.
❥ when he does carry you, he would do it bridal style. Especially when you get hurt, tired, or faint.
❥ he’s no stranger to more romantic ways to hold you. He would most likely lift you in his arms just to be closer to kissing your face AHHHH. He lifts you to wrap your arms and legs around him like a koala.
❥ if you end up accidentally drowning in the ocean, there's no doubt he does the lifeguard rescue by carrying your body on his shoulders. but, he rescued you bridal style when he transformed into his mermaid form, so that's a win.
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♡Sylus♡
❥ first, can we acknowledge how sweet the jump-to-hug scene was in the Grassland Romance memory? Sylus adores having you in his arms. He is like a huge teddy bear.
❥ we all see how often Sylus carries MC like a sack of potatoes on his back. So silly but very romantic. This kind of gesture gets you giggling, pounding your fists on his back, and kicking. You demand that he carries you differently, but he enjoys parading you around.
❥ this man can carry you with one hand easily, and also your heels with the other hand. goood soup. He would even do the “sack of potatoes carry”, with his overcoat covering your behind, of course. He does this whenever you get tired of walking in heels.
❥ oh, can’t forget that he lets you cling to him like a koala when you’re kissing. Arms around his neck and legs wrapped around that snatched waist.
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♡Caleb♡
❥ Caleb gave you piggyback rides then, and he still does now. You may be grown, but he reminds you that you're never too old for piggybacks. He knows how often you skip sleep or overwork yourself, so he carries you to bed this way.
❥ whenever you get hurt, even with a tiny knee scrape of all things, he insists on carrying you bridal style. He will not let his pipsqueak stand or walk with a scraped knee. so extra, but we love him for that.
❥ imagine when you two hug, he lifts you up a little bit, making you stand on your tiptoes on his feet.
❥ back when you were kids, just to tease you, he held your legs over his shoulders with your body completely upside down, like you were his backpack. He also did this to help your blood circulate back to your head.
There were some couples videos that I've seen online, where the girl challenges her boyfriend/husband to see how long it took for him to take off her sweater, by only raising her hands above her head. I can imagine how MC would do this challenge with the LADS men. So, I wrote some headcanons and scenarios about how the boys would react or what they would do when their girlfriend approaches them with her hands above her head without explanation.
【for context, here is a video link of the challenge】
❥ he first assumes you want him to pick you up. As you were lifted off the ground in his arms, you shake your head and giggle while your hands remain above your head.
❥ he pats you down, trying to find something that you might be hiding. You tell him that’s not what you wanted him to do.
❥ then he takes one of your hands to twirl you around like you're dancing. You smile at the sweet gesture, but you tell him again that wasn’t it.
❥ he then tries to tease you. “If you’re trying to touch the stars, you need to reach much higher.”
❥ Xavier closes the distance and gives you a small kiss on your forehead. Then he asks if you’re feeling hot as he slowly removes your sweater. You sighed in relief and congratulated him for guessing it right.
❥ Zayne adjusts his glasses and asks you what you were up to. You giggle but don’t give him an answer. Your goal was to make him guess.
❥ he intertwines his fingers with yours, gesturing a rainbow above you with your hands. You give him a wry smile and tell him to try again. This leaves him puzzled, but he is fully indulged in this charade.
❥ he gives you a warm hug, ending up in dismay that you didn’t return it. He smooths out the wrinkles on your sweater as he states, “you shouldn’t keep your hands above your head for too long, your arms will get sore.”
❥ he cups your face in his hands and gives you a sweet kiss on the lips. You feel yourself melt in his kiss, but tell him that he didn’t guess it right.
❥ he then eyes your sweater, and carefully removes it. He smiles as you finally tell him he succeeded in your guessing game.
❥ you walk up to him while he is painting. He turns to you and is slightly surprised to see you raising both of your hands above your head.
❥ he asks you, “what’s up, cutie? Are you cheering for me? Or did something exciting happen?”
❥ you left Rafayel’s questions unanswered, confusing him. With a smile, he places his palms flat on yours, enveloping your hands into his. He leans down close enough to where your noses touch. You blush but tell him that he has to guess what is going on. Before he withdraws, he peppers your cheek with kisses.
❥ Rafayel hums as he circles around you. His first guess was that you were trying to model for him for his painting. Then, he notes that your pose would be too difficult to maintain for long.
❥ he continues to inspect you, his hands caressing your hips. His warm touch reaches under the hem of your sweater, resulting in him finally taking your sweater off. He finally sees your amused reaction and tosses your sweater over his shoulder with pride.
❥ Sylus raises an eyebrow upon seeing your hands lifted above your head. He walks up to you and pretends to shoot his finger gun to your chest, he whispers “bang”, assuming that you were surrendering.
❥ your arms remained up and you give him a tiny smile, hinting that he did not pass the challenge. He spins your body in a 360-degree turn, trying to find anything that might be stuck on your clothes.
❥ then, he picks you up in his arms and spins you around. His disappointment was immeasurable as you remained silent and did not wrap your arms around his neck like you usually do.
❥ after he puts you down, he gives you a peck on the cheek, in hopes of it being the correct answer. Once again, you don’t say a word and wait for him to guess again.
❥ Sylus peeks down at your exposed stomach from your sweater lifting up. He finally understands and takes off your sweater. He chuckles and expresses his amusement. “Very clever of you to use the silent game, sweetie. You always find new ways to challenge me.”
❥ first, he gives you a high five on both hands. Shaking your head with a smug smile, you tell him that wasn’t it.
❥ then he pokes your armpits and sides, tickling you. You laugh and try to withstand his playful attack while keeping your hands up. While Caleb managed to get a reaction out of you, it was clear that was not what you were looking for.
❥ next, he thinks that you want him to lift you in the air with his gravity Evol. You immediately shake your head no and bounce up and down to try giving him a hint.
❥ Caleb’s gaze is drawn to your sweater as it was slightly revealing your stomach from your constant movement. He finally takes it off and asks, “that’s what you wanted me to do?” You nod and give him a thumbs up.
❥ he laughs and pinches your nose. “All that just so I can take off your sweater? Next time, use your words pipsqueak.”
"I love you so much, please, always stay by my side!!”
ZAYNE-
- Zayne’s obsession with you has grown to the point where he doesn’t want to see you with anyone else
- “I love you so much, please, always stay by my side!”
- He says this with a fierce desperation in his voice
- Zayne isolates you from friends and family keeping you all to himself tending to your every need and want
- His eyes visibly darken if anyone tries to get close to you
SYLUS-
- Sylus’s love for you is manifested in a calculated manner
- When he pleads with you by saying, “I love you so much, please, always stay by my side!!", he’s already made plans to keep you by his side forever
- Sylus can be twisted in his passion and by saying this he shows you just how obsessive and selfish he can be
- He uses his intelligence to manipulate situations and make you feel like you can only rely on him
RAFAYEL-
- Rafayel’s obsession is founded by his insecurities that he manifests into your relationship with him
- Rafayel’s pleas of "I love you so much, please, always stay by my side!!" Is raw and vulnerable
- He resorts to emotional manipulation to get you where he wants you
- Thus making you feel guilty for even considering leaving him, and using his charm to keep you ensnared
XAVIER-
- Xavier’s love is intense as well as a bit overwhelming at times
- "I love you so much, please, always stay by my side!!" Is his plea that he begs you almost daily to remain by his side
- Xavier is commanding in his tone as he says this
- He is physically possessive, always needing to touch you or be near you, and he's not above using threats to ensure you never stray from his presence
CALEB-
- Caleb’s obsession with you is hidden by a layer of sweetness that is sickly sweet
- His pleas of, "I love you so much, please, always stay by my side!!”, has a sinister undertone despite the sweetness that he lays out when he says it
- Caleb uses his charm to subtly control you in little ways
- This is to ensure that you are forever dependent on him at all times and in all circumstances
A/N: Reblogged a post a few hours ago asking where were the Yandere/possessive stuff for LaD so I'm here to deliver, starting with Caleb!
⇒ Possessiveness, Obsessed Caleb, mentions of fighting, yandere stuff, jealousy and all that good stuff (that is actually a massive red flag irl but we're here to indulge so have fun and be responsible.) Not NSFW but a little suggestive.
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He’s been overprotective ever since you were kids but around High School he became a but more…obsessive
Not that you mind, he’s very careful of your boundaries, but to anyone who crosses you he isn’t forgiving at all.
More than once you’ve seen him pick fights in school because someone looked at you the wrong way.
He doesn’t really want to follow a career where he has to travel, but he really wants to make money so he can come back and build a family with you so he really has no choice!
He thinks about asking Zayne to watch over you, but he gets jealous at the mere thought of it and drops the idea.
He settles for calling you every day while he’s away and insists you text him all day long.
Also, the necklace you gave him? It is his most cherished possession, he loved how you looked so shy while putting it on for him, so flustered, and all for him!
Once he’s back, tough? Glues himself by your side, you won’t go to a corner store without him.
Maybe he watches you sleep too, maybe. But so what if he does? He just misses you!
One day he convinced you to cuddle on the sofa and if he was a little too entertained smelling your hair then that’s no one’s business.
Oh, back to Zayne, once Caleb discovers that he’s your care physician he feels extremely jealous and discourages you from trying to befriend him again. Out of all the other lads Caleb is more jealous towards Zayne (Rafayel is a close second place tho)
He hasn’t asked you to make it official yet, he wants to make it perfect, but he basically acts like your husband already.
Your first kiss was probably with him, he said it was “practice” but he just wanted to kiss you. He probably used the same excuse for other firsts too iykyk.
love and deepspace men when you keep telling them you love them
ft. zayne, xavier, rafayel
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zayne
“is that how you’re going to reply to anything i say today?” he asked in a serious tone, although the slight twitch at the corner of his lips betrayed him. you smiled just a tad wider, gaining a reaction from the man whose lap you’re sitting at. “i love you,” you say once more, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. zayne just looked at you, he gazed at you so adoringly with eyes that told you millions. a hand cupped your jaw as you leaned into the touch, his hand felt warm. his thumb rubbed your cheek, then he let out the slightest smile to himself. “i can never win against you, can i?” he asked, kissing your lips as you could feel his smile against yours he mumbled, “i love you too.”
xavier
xavier offered you his sweetest smile as he stared at you. “i think i like this game.” he pulled you close, his arms around your waist as he leaned it, his breath ghosting over the skin of your cheek. you laughed at the ticklish feeling. “and i think i love you,” you replied, grabbing a hold of his face with both of your hand to stop his mischievous movement. xavier smiled once more, to a point where looked like he’s practically beaming. “again,” he whispered. “i love you, xavier.”
he chuckled happily, the sound filled your chest with an overwhelming sensation. “again?” he rested his forehead against yours, a gorgeous smile still loyal on his lips. “i love you so much, xavier.” xavier closed his eyes, as if basking the happiness that he thought could last for two eternities. he pressed a kiss on your lips, “i love you.” he pulled away before leaning in once more. “i love you, (y/n). always.”
rafayel
he looked almost smug on the first one, a coy smile painted his feature. “i know that,” he said as he crossed his arms, looking a tad too proud of himself. “rafayel, i love you,” you said once more as his demeanor changed slightly from the confident man to someone who looked a little unsure. “oh.. uh.. y-yeah you said that already,” he rubbed the back of his head, a pretty color of pink rose to his cheeks. you chuckled quietly at the expected reaction. you put your arms around his neck as you once more said, “have i told you that i love you so much rafayel?”
his blush now has spread all the way to the tip of his ears. “yes, yes you did, enough please!” he face palmed, trying to cover half of his face which proved to be futile since he left enough space so he could still look at you. “you never have mercy on my poor heart,” he mumbled, finally reciprocating the embrace. you squinted your eyes, expecting a certain sentence to be said back. “fine, fine. i love you too. happy?” he said, teasing. you exaggerated a frown as he laughed. “i love you, (y/n).” he said sincerely, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.
It’s movie night and they’re all snuggled up under the blankets…until she hears a weird noise. “Babe, wtf was that? Can you go check?”
Written for Caleb, Zayne, Sylus, Xavier, and Rafayel
Word count: ~1K for each lead
cw: lots of...kissing, I don’t know if I’d genre it as horror; I tried my best to make it scary, but it’s also just straight crack.
A/N: I saw this tiktok and have been laughing ever since imagining how the boys would react to MC asking them to check on a strange noise, and they’re met with that. Fair warning, I have included the scary pictures from the filter. So…no freaking out (they're not that bad). I had so so much fun writing this, i was fucking shitting my pants laughing. Anyway, here’s da link to the tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@...twill/video/7469968509217312043?_r=1&_t=ZS-8tqutQlM2cB
Caleb
“Caleb, did you hear that?”
He cocks his head towards her, taking his eyes off the laptop between them. “Hmm? Hear what?” She furrows her brows, pausing the movie and sitting up much to his dismay. He’s still lying down, empty arms gesturing for her to come back. But she stays still, hunching over like it would help her hear better. Then she hears it again.
A sharp grating noise, like nails being dragged across a chalkboard.
“That!”
Caleb sits up now, brows creased. “Okay, I heard that…” he says cautiously. He waits for it to sound again, but there is only silence. “Maybe it’s the saucepans moving around. We used a lot of pans for dinner.” She shakes her head, lips pulled taut. That was no saucepan.
Creeeek.
She jumps, clutching at his bicep. “Babe, go check.”
“I’m sure it’s nothing.” He goes to wrap an arm around her, flashing her a smile, but she slaps his arm away.
“I’m serious, Caleb. Please, can you go check?” Well, how can he say no to that pout? He rolls his eyes, pulling the blanket off of him and hauling himself up.
“Okay, okay.” He saunters over to the door. He turns the door knob and opens it confidently. “Be back in a second, pipsqueak. Don’t play it without me.” He leaves the door ajar as he leaves and she watches as the darkness engulfs him.
Her breaths are uneasy. He’s been gone for at least two minutes. What was taking him so long!? She slides her legs out from under the blankets and shuts the laptop. The whole time he had been gone, she had heard nothing. She pushes herself up and waddles to the door, gripping the wall tightly.
“Caleb!?” she whispers into the darkness.
Nothing.
She sucks in a deep breath, holding her fists out in front of her as she takes a tentative step into the hallway. “Caleb!” she tries again. She can hear her own heartbeat pounding in her chest. It’s thrumming in her ears. Every breath she’s taking is like a shrill drag in the silence of her house. She can feel something behind her. Eyes peering at her that she can’t see even when she looks over her shoulder shakily. No, no, there’s nothing there! She makes it to the end of the hallway before trying to call for him again, wetting her lips before parting her lips. But a weight crashes into her, enclosing around her chest like a vice.
“RAHH!”
She screams, thrashing in his arms. Caleb can barely hold in his laugh as he pulls her closer to calm her down.
“Caleb!” She kicks out at his shins and he yelps. “Fuck you! Seriously!?” His whine struggles into an open laugh.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” His voice is still breathless from laughing. He presses kisses into her hair, stroking her arms. He feels her frantic pulse through his palms, and it compels him to leave more guilty kisses all over her.
“You are not sorry.”
“I am. I am,” he reassures her. He kisses at the juncture of her neck, his hair tickling her cheek.
“Okay, enough. Seriously.” She tries to wriggle in his grasp, guiding them back towards her room to no avail. He only hugs her tighter. He loves holding her like this, her scent flooding his senses. Her warmth, although no match for his, soothing his palms. His biceps. His chest. He feels a warmth fan at his nape. And he smiles even wider into her nape.
Wait.
A chill runs down his spine. Who the fuck is behind him? He whips his head around and is met with a chalky face gleaming down at him. Its lips are bloodied and spread into what he can only describe as a carnivorous smile.
“WHAT THE FUCK?” Caleb throws her forward away from the snarling beast behind him, maneuvering his body quickly to face it. The girl frowns before she screams, eyes latching onto the monster towering over them. Its eyes are a cloudy blue, bulging at its sockets. And its eyebrows are thin and sharp. Her throat is hoarse from that singular scream and she latches onto the back of Caleb’s shirt, boxing her shoulders in.
Caleb punches it square in the face, bouncing his weight back and forth as adrenaline pumps through him. The monster recoils with a snarl. Its lips quiver before it lurches forward towards them. The girl screams, squeezing her eyes shut. She hears him land another punch. And she hears the monster squeal in pain. Caleb is panting hard, pupils blown as he holds his fists close to his face.
“What the fuck,” he rasps before slamming his fist into its jaw, “is this!?” The monster lets out an angered shriek before backing up, bracing itself. Fuck-
“It’s gonna charge at us!” Caleb throws his arm back at her, pushing her further down the hallway. “Get back!” She scrambles backwards, hands still gripping his shirt tightly. He turns to run, arms out to sweep her. But as he moves, their legs tangle and they’re both sent crashing into the floor.
The monster is snapping at Caleb’s legs despite his barefoot attempts at clocking it in its jaw again. His palms haul his weight down the hallway in escape.
“Oh my god!” The girl screams. Scrambling to her knees, she hurls a nearby book at it. It barely hits its head. She throws a vase. An odd shoe. Anything her hands can latch onto. The monster snarls up at her, puss and blood dripping from its mouth and onto the wood.
“What are you doing!?” Caleb screeches at her. He almost loses his toes. “You’re making it worse!”
Tears blur her vision. She doesn’t stop launching objects at it. One even hits the top of Caleb’s head. “Well what the fuck am I supposed to do!? It’s trying to eat you!”
Caleb thrusts his palms out and an invisible force pins the monster down. It flails and struggles, teeth snapping at the air. Arms snatching and clawing just shy of Caleb’s legs. She sees him visibly sigh, throwing his head back at her.
“Shit, get your gun.”
The girl gapes, wobbling to her feet. “What!?”
“What do you mean ‘what’!? We have to get rid of this shit!”
She shakes her head. “I don’t have it here! I left it at the association!” He throws his head even farther back before wrapping his spare arm around her and tugging her against his chest.
“Caleb, what-” His hand covers her eyes and he breathes into her ear.
“Just…close your eyes for me. Cover your ears too, if you can.” She does as he says, shaky hands pressing over her ears.
Despite it, she hears the unforgiving squelch and crackle of bones crushing. Of the floorboards breaking and the wood snapping. Of fluids spurting out and smacking against the walls. Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels the splatter of hot fluid on her legs.
When it’s all over, Caleb one handedly scoops her into his hold, his other arm still over her eyes. When he finally removes it, she’s seated on the kitchen counter, his arms on either side of her legs. He grabs a cloth and begins wiping the blood off her leg, offering her a small, hesitant smile.
Zayne
She digs her face deeper into Zayne’s chest and he presses a kiss to her forehead. There’s a dip in the audio of the movie playing from her laptop as the characters creep along the walls of the haunted house. She grips onto Zayne’s forearm, lifting it to semi cover her eyes, eliciting a soft laugh from him. Truthfully, he was no better at horror movies than her. Cautiously, he lowers his face into her hair, using the top of her head as a shield. And he prays she won’t notice.
“Doctor Zayne, are you scared?” Of course she would notice. He breathes into her hair with a chuckle. “You’re cool and collected on the operating table, but a cheap jumpscare is enough to unsettle you?” Her voice is barely above a whisper as she teases him. Despite being so tense herself, she insists on teasing him.
“I admit, horror movies are not something I usually watch. On the operating table, at least I have the security of anesthesia to prevent my patients from jumping out at me.” He kisses her hair, wrapping his arms tightly around her. “As a hunter, you must have a lot of experience with scary monsters. Does this mean I should entrust myself in your care?”
She rolls her eyes, leaning into him as their attention returns to the movie. She can almost taste the jumpscare about to happen. The characters on the screen wear fearful expressions as the camera zooms in on their shaky lips. The camera pans around them, setting up for the appearance of the monster behind them. But as the screen moves she hears a stretching noise, like the expanding of elastic, followed by the rip of tape. But it sounds right outside her door. She immediately flings out her hand to pause the movie, looking back at Zayne.
“Did you just hear that?”
It sounds again. Exactly like a balloon inflating. The crinkle of latex. The heavy breath of air like someone exhausted.
“Are you sure it didn’t come from your laptop?” She shoves the laptop so he can see it better.
“It’s paused!” She sits up, removing the quilt. “It came from out there.” She points a shaky finger to her closed door. She turns, shooting him a pleading look.
“Can you go check?”
He rubs his neck, letting out a humourless laugh. “Maybe a light’s blown. Do you really want me to go have a look?”
“Yes,” she whines. “What I said before…I was kidding. Please.”
He gives in, kissing her once more on her forehead. “Okay, I’ll have a look. Don’t worry so much; it’s most likely nothing.”
Just as he wraps his fingers around the door knob the strange noise sounds again. Zayne halts and she slides to the edge of the bed, slowly getting to her feet. She stands a good two metres behind him, hands over her heart. He offers her a reassuring smile, twisting the handle down and letting the door creak open. The hallway is pitch black besides the trickle of light from her bedroom.
He pauses. It’s silent for all but three seconds until the horrid stretching noise echoes down the hall. It’s quieter this time. She sees Zayne visibly swallow before peering out to the left. He stays there for a few seconds before turning back to her. One foot still in her room while the rest of his body is engulfed in the darkness.
“It’s alright, sweetheart. I didn’t see anything.” She creeps closer, sighing out before lowering her hands from her chest.
“I’m sorry, I was being silly. It was probably my neighbours.”
“Don’t be sorry.” He ruffles her hair. “Would you be more comfortable if I closed to door-”
As he speaks, the sound interrupts him and she sees a pale, white monster rise behind him.
“Zayne!” The man whips around. As he throws himself back into the door, it flings open fully, revealing the monster in its entirety. It has a small, smiling face upon a balloon-like body. Inflated and looming over them. Its head nearly touches the roof yet its feet are planted on the floor, engulfed in its huge body.
“Oh what the fuck !!” Zayne’s voice is a struggle between his usual, even tone and surprise. He spins his body around properly, taking a protective stance in front of her. A pointed ice shard fires towards the monster before breaking against the wall besides its head.
He shoots another but it misses the monster by a mile. He pushes up his glasses before wiping the back of his hand over his upper lip. A ring of icicles circles his wrist, rotating like arrows ready for release. He fires one more but it shatters on impact against the beast’s chest.
“Zayne! What are you doing!?” He lets out an exasperated gasp. Almost like he’s holding back a laugh. She was right.
“Oh my god. What am I doing?” he thinks. He manages to compose himself momentarily, gripping the door and shutting it before the monster can close in on them. He crashes his back against the wood, facing her with his mouth agape.
He rubs his palms down his face, exhaling shakily. “I’m sorry,” he apologises immediately. The girl struggles to her knees, hands covering her mouth as she laughs. She was this close to pissing her pants. In both fear and from how incredibly, mortifyingly funny the situation was.
“I’m sorry,” he apologises again but she only waves her hand through her laughs. “That caught me off guard.” Another burst of laughter. Oh Zayne. “Okay, I’m going to open it again. Are you ready?”
Wait what?
She stops laughing, eyes widening. “What? Noo!” Before she can protest further, he’s already turning the handle and she has to hurl herself up on her feet. When the door opens again, the monster is still there. It’s smile hasn’t moved. And its wide, unblinking eyes look directly at her. Zayne directs his arms outwards as a blinding flash of aqua lights up the hallway. She feels the sudden chill wrap around her as the room’s temperature drops. The monster is frozen away in its personal ice prison. Its creepy smile immortalised in the doorway of her bedroom.
Zayne sighs, pushing his glasses up again. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” she says quickly. Her laugh returns to her, though it is more in relief than anything. “What are we going to do with it?” She asks. He runs a hand through his disheveled hair before kneeling at her bed and dragging her laptop towards them. The screen had gone to sleep in the chaos.
“I’ve never seen anything like it. Surely there must be reports of it.” He clicks the keyboard to wake the laptop up, but in doing so he resumes the movie. The bloodied face of a clown lunges towards him, a shrill scream blaring out from the laptop’s speakers.
“FUCK!”
He slams the laptop shut before burying his face in his hands. Oh Zayne.
Sylus
She had managed to convince Sylus to join her for a movie night in her cramped Linkon apartment, the two of them barely fitting on her bed. His arm is wrapped loosely around her shoulder, not wanting to smother her. Unfortunately, her laptop had lost charge, so their movie night was on its last legs; the two of them peering down at her phone screen. He didn’t mind, though. To be honest, he wasn’t even paying attention. His eyes watching her reflection when the screen would go dark.
“Sylus, you’re squinting,” she laughs in his face. “You old man!” Sylus can only groan, rubbing at his temple as he opts for just shutting his eyes and resting his head on top of hers.
“If you’re going to insist on us watching movies like this, at least let me upgrade your phone.”
“No way. My phone hasn’t failed me once in the seven years I’ve had it.”
“Sweetie, It’s definitely outdated.” She pauses the movie, maneuvering herself on top of him.
“Are you free tomorrow?”
He cradles her jaw, kissing her nose. “Are you asking me out on a date? What did you have in mind?”
“Let’s go to the optometrist.” He groans, pushing her away playfully. “It’ll be so much fun. We’ll get your eyes checked. And I’ll help you pick out some new glasses.”
“You’re killing me, kitten.” She giggles, swatting his hands away and giving him a kiss. Her thumbs brush away the hairs in his eyes, tracing along his eyelids up to the arch of his brows.
Crash.
She halts, and he supports her weight, gripping her waist. They both look at the door then back at each other.
“What was that?” She asks. He sighs, beginning to soothe the back of his knuckles down her sides.
“It was probably Mephisto.” The girl narrows her eyes.
“I thought you said Mephisto was out keeping tabs in the N109 zone.” Now it’s Sylus’ turn to pause. He cocks an eyebrow.
“Did I say that?” he asks genuinely. She nods.
“Yes, you did.” They hear another clutter, like plates knocking against each other. She leans back onto her ankles, tugging him forward. “Sylus, can you go check?” She puts on her best pout.
“What, are you scared?” His voice is slow and even, taunting even as he pushes forward to the edge of the bed anyway. “Between us, wouldn’t you say you have more experience as a hunter dealing with situations like this?”
“Sylus,” she whines. She follows behind to the door, comforted by the way his broad back fully blocks her view. He twists the handle and the door opens with a squeal. He shoots her a crooked smile over his shoulder before heading down the hallway.
She sighs out, crossing her arms in the warm light of her bedroom. She can hear his footsteps quieten as they get further away. After a moment, she hears them fade back into focus and he stands at the doorway.
“There’s nothing. Come see for yourself.” He offers her his hand and she hesitantly slides her palm into his. She walks out into the corridor, putting one tentative foot in front of the other. It’s not that she didn’t trust Sylus, but she had heard something moving in her kitchen. She feels the thump of her heart beat against her chest as she braces herself along the wall. Turning a blind corner like this always made her cringe into herself.
“Boo.”
She jumps, her shoulder hitting his jaw and eliciting a painful ‘tch’. Despite the fact that she was still holding his hand and she knew he was right behind her, her nerves were still set alight.
“Sylus!” He rubs at his chin, laughing into the darkness.
“I can’t help it. It’s cute when you’re all worked up like-” Her eyes latch onto a face in the darkness, pale and long. Oh, now she is definitely freaking out. She yelps, throwing Sylus in front of her. His arms jerk out to balance himself before he looks up.
The face is bulbous in shape, and its tethered by a long, thick string where its neck should’ve been. Its mouth is agape and stretched unnaturally lengthwise. Suddenly, the face descends down towards them, a ghastly sound leaving its mouth.
“Oh shit!” He punches it reflexively. He blindly reaches behind him, pushing her further back. Red rings conjure around his wrists as he takes a protective stance. The head jerks back upon the impact and takes a second to balance itself before descending again. It’s slow in its motions. Almost dumb-looking. Sylus sends a whip of energy towards it, but it only fades through the monster’s face. He tries again. Nothing.
Sylus cocks his head. “Okay, what the hell.” Without a second thought he shakes away the energy links and moves towards the head. He wraps his hand around the slimy string and pulls it down before sending his fist straight into its face. She hears it whine in pain, a breathy hollow sound as its face begins to lose shape. Sylus furrows his brow, letting go of the string and shaking the fluids off his hand. The monster just floats there, its expression having not changed.
When it rushes down towards him again, he lets it. And yet as it closes in on him, it doesn’t harm him. Only circles and inspects him. Its eyes move to the girl, giving a tentative swish before floating towards her. She holds her head back, breath shaky and arms ready to throw a punch if necessary. It doesn’t seem to want to harm them. But it’s still this unknown, hideous creature in her fucking kitchen.
One look at Sylus is all it takes. One look that conveys ‘I don’t want this shit in my fucking house’. Sylus has taken on a relaxed posture, hands in his pockets. He throws a kick at the face, slamming it into the wall. He doesn’t let it get back up, using his legs to knock it down into the ground. Through its whines she almost feels sorry for it. One last kick and the face deflates completely, like a balloon released. He grinds it into the floor with the toe of his shoe. And just to be sure it’s really gone, he gives the shrivelled face a couple of nudges.
The girl breaths out, smoothing down her hair in relief. “What the fuck…” she sighs out. He matches her gaze before moving towards her and giving her a reassuring pat. “You told me nothing was there. How did you miss that!?”
He can’t even laugh, instead settling for a grimace. “I’m sorry, kitten. Truthfully, I have no idea where that came from.”
“We seriously need to get your eyes checked. I’m booking the appointment right now.”
Xavier
It’s a rare chance of divine, cosmic intervention wherein both she and Xavier had coinciding days off. They had spent the day out, window shopping then trying every second restaurant they saw. Now, she’s snuggled up with him in her bed, watching a nature documentary: a Symphony of Life. Her fingers play with his hands, tracing around his knuckles. The veins that protrude at the back. The heft of his wrist as she turns it over.
“You seem awfully interested in this documentary.”
She breathes out through her nose quickly, not bothering to look up from his hands. “What can I say? Butterflies are my favourite insect.” She feels him press a kiss into her hairline.
“Yeah, I think we moved on from butterflies about thirty minutes ago.” He rolls onto his side, pushing the laptop to the side before settling his knee between her legs. His hand slips from hers and she finds them wrapping around his biceps as he leans over her.
“You’ve got the energy to keep this up?” She asks, smiling up at him. “I thought for sure the hot pot we had for dinner would’ve put you to sleep immediately.” He smiles sheepishly at her, planting a kiss on her cheek.
“What am I going to do tomorrow while you’re off with another squad, traversing the disassociation area?”
“Hey, I don’t make the rules.”
He kisses down her neck, nipping lightly at the skin. “I guess we’ll just have to make the most of tonight.” Her hands travel down to the hem of his sweatshirt, sneaking her palms over his stomach. He breathes out over her, grabbing her wrist.
“How did your hands get so cold so fast?”
She laughed into him, sliding the fabric up further. “Xavier, I think you might just run really warm.”
Scraaatch.
Her hands freeze much to his dismay, and she leans back.
“Did you hear that?”
He kisses the corner of her lip. “Yeah, I heard that.” The awful creaking noise sounds again. She sits up forcefully, knocking him back. He rolls onto his back with a groan, arms reaching blindly to grope at her.
“There it is again!” She climbs over him, looking around her room.
His head follows her as she paces around, shuffling things on her desk. “I don’t think it came from in here, baby.” His arms are splayed out on her bed, and his eyelids are starting to droop.
“I know. I’m looking for my gun.” This wakes him up a bit.
“Why would you need your gun?” His laugh is soft. He struggles to sit himself up, stifling a yawn.
“Xavier, I am like ninety percent sure there is something in my house right now.” She brushes her hair behind her ears, sucking in a few deep breaths. “Xavier, won’t you check?”
He blinks at her but gets up nonetheless. He stops her frantic pacing, twisting the door handle. Before he steps out, he gestures for her to follow him. “Won’t you come with me, partner?” She swallows and nods. They are hunters after all. In the eerie hallway, there’s nothing but the light shining from her room. That’s what she got for trying to save on her electricity bill. They step out together, shuffling down.
She hears the achy scratching noise again, like the cry of a door hinge mixed with the squeal of nails across a chalkboard.
“Are you scared?” Comes Xavier’s voice in the dark, she can see him faintly beside her as her eyes adjust to the dark. “Do you want me to hold your hand?” Her chest is pounding with resounding thumps that she is sure he can hear. Nevertheless, she inhales sharply and shakes her head.
“No, I’m not scared.” Maybe she says this in an attempt to calm herself, because there is undoubtedly something in her house. And she prays that it’s an animal of some sort. Preferably a neighbour’s cat. Or maybe a bird. A squirrel maybe? But she can’t fathom how an animal could get into her third floor apartment.
“Really? Then, can you hold my hand?” She looks back at him and his smug smile comes into focus. She rolls her eyes before sliding her hand into his, their fingers interlocking.
“Do you feel better now?”
He brings the back of her hand up to his lips, planting a kiss. “Much better.”
They step into the living room, backs turned slightly into each other. She listens out for the creaking sound again. It’s faint but constant; and she can’t exactly pinpoint where it’s coming from.
“Hey,” Xavier’s whisper brings her attention to his finger, pointed at the closed laundry door. She hesitates to take the next step forward so Xavier does it for her. He holds out a protective hand in front of them, as he walks towards the door. The scratches are intermittent now. Gnarly and mean. That’s no neighbour’s cat. Just as his hand wraps around the door knob, it bursts open almost knocking him back.
A creature shrouded in darkness emerges, claw marks etched into the wood of the door. Though her eyes had already adjusted to the dark, she could not make out the features of this monster. Almost like light did not reflect off of it. It was pure darkness with the exception of its glowing, white eyes.
“AHH.” Xavier screams first, stumbling back into her. Her own scream is shrill and interrupted by a fearful hiccup. What the hell is that? The creature moves sporadically, its arms and elongated fingers digging frantically into the wood. It lurches forward, breaking into a sprint towards them. It doesn’t help that they’re within arms distance of it, either.
“Holy fuck. I’m too tired for this shit.”
“Xavier!” Her voice snaps him out of his fear induced daze and he scoops her up, throwing himself back through the house. The creature scuttles after them, its footsteps heavy and shaking the walls of her apartment.
Once she finds her feet, she leads him towards the entrance. She isn’t even sure if they’ll be able to outrun the motherfucker. They’re backed up against her front door as she’s frantically shoving the wrong keys into the keyhole.
“Xavier! Do something!” She cries. His body covers her and he wipes his brow, looking around hysterically.
“Yeah, fuck, hold on.” He throws his palm out and encloses it around the air before the creature. A flash of golden light surges through her apartment, forcing her to shut her eyes. When she can open them again, she sees the hilt of his sword wrapped tightly in his hand. He drags his index and middle fingers up the blade and a rune of light projects forward.
The creature is livid now, arms enclosing around them. He feels its inky coldness surround him. Can feel it cut into his cheek. But he’ll be damned if he lets it touch her.
“Comet trail.” A projection of his sword slams into the creature and the apartment goes white around her. She feels the rumble of the ground beneath her and is swept off her feet.
When she comes to, she sees the broken headboard of a bed on her dining table. Then the total obliteration of her ceiling. She recognises Xavier’s belongings: like his lamp, his full-body mirror (now shattered), his kettle, even parts of his fucking couch, blown to bits and scattered around her barely recognisable apartment. What. The. Fuck. In his endeavour to take down the creature, he had also annihilated half the complex. At least his own apartment--right above hers--incurred the most damage. How was she not dead, was the more pressing question. She has her answer when a hand helps her to her feet.
“Sorry about your…”
“Xavier, what the fuck.” She watches him tiptoe around the rubble that was her home. There is a stain of pure darkness where he had exorcised the creature. He kicks the debris around it, squatting to inspect it closer.
“That’s a shame. I thought at the very least it would drop a protocore.”
“That was no wanderer.”
Rafayel
The girl reaches up behind her, playing with the out of place strands of Rafayel’s hair. He feigns a frown, swatting at her fingers.
“You’re blocking the screen, cutie.”
“Hmm?” She hums, reaching again and poking at his cheeks. She’s lying on his chest, head tucked under his chin as an old movie plays on her laptop.
“This is my favourite part.”
Her mouth falls open and she rolls onto her side. “Hey, you said you hadn’t seen this movie before!”
He turns her face towards the screen by her jaw, locking her in place with a tight hug.
“Whaaat? I don’t remember saying that.”
“Rafayel, you liar.” She tries swatting at his face in her cramped position but he quickly stifles it.
“How else would I get you so eager to have a movie night with me? You’re always turning me down.” Now it’s her turn to scoff.
“I do not.” He ‘yeah yeahs’ over her, pressing soft kisses into her hair to get her to quieten down. As they settle back into the movie, there are sounds of footsteps outside her door. She shifts uncomfortably peering up to see if he has any visible reaction. He only looks down at her with a smile and leaves a kiss on her nose. Then she hears it again. They’re quick, scurried footsteps. Okay, now she has to sit up.
“Rafayel, I hear something.”
“What is it, cutie?” She pauses the movie, turning to face him fully with a serious expression. He recognises this and cups her cheek, cocking his head slightly to the side.
“Listen…” she holds her finger up. Sure enough, the footsteps sound again. Like something walking up and down the hall, stopping right outside the door, then going away again. His expression hardens to match hers.
“Scaaary.”
“I’m not hearing things, right? Babe, can you go check on it?” He gapes at her.
“You want to send me out there?” She can’t tell if he’s pretending to be scared or not, the way his heart is beating so evenly despite the fact there was something outside her bedroom door. But her confusion dissolves as she sees him slide off the bed and walk casually to the door.
“Miss bodyguard, don’t you think you ought to be coming with me?” She rolls her eyes with a huff, getting off the bed. She wasn’t usually this jumpy when she heard strange things. She was never this jumpy on the job, in fact. “If there is someone in your apartment, we’ll have a better chance taking them out together.”
He takes her hand in his before opening the door. He looks left and right before stepping out first. The hallway is pitch black and the light switch is all the way on the other side. He shoots her a reassuring smile, snapping his fingers and lighting a pink flame between them. Its light can only go so far, though. They walk down the hallway reaching the end and entering her living room.
“Don’t worry, cutie. See? There’s no one here.” It’s true, she can’t hear the footsteps anymore. Maybe their ears were playing tricks on them.
As he turns them around to go back up the hallway, his flame extinguishes and the smoke carries off menacingly in a gust of wind. She feels her heart drop. Wind? In her third floor apartment? In a hallway with no windows?
“Rafayel, did you…”
He’s quick to reassure her, even though his brows are now knitted and his heart is beating a little faster. “It’s okay. It’s nothing.” Before he can take another step forward, something emerges out of the door in front of them. It turns its head to look at them. Rafayel yells, backing up immediately.
“GET DOWN!”
The figure takes on the appearance of a woman, but as its face comes into focus its mouth is wide open and stretched inhumanely wide. Darkness enshrouds its pale, hollow eyes. It’s a ghost. It has to be a ghost. With a real, physical body. A real, physical body that is coming towards them.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” He pushes her blindly, in an attempt to get her behind him, but instead she’s launched into the wall. “WHAT THE FUCK!” Rafayel stumbles backwards, despite the ghost’s advances. It has a gnarly shriek, like its crying out. She almost wants to cringe from how harsh it is against her ear drums, but there’s no time. The adrenaline forces her to her feet.
She can feel sweat break out under her arms. On her brow. All over her body. She braces her fists, wrapping them tightly before sending it flying at the entity. It screams in its recoil, so loud she swore it shook the house. It’s head jerks back with a resounding crack. But it refolds itself with that same menacing crack, unfazed. Its arms are clasped together in front of it. It looks almost scared of her, but she dismisses the thought.
“Oh my God, don’t touch my girl!” Rafayel throws a punch at it, sending it back into the wall with another crack. He’s frantic, bouncing his weight back and forth on the balls of his feet. His head turns to look at her. “Shit! Hold my jacket!” He tears the fabric from him, handing it to her before returning to his defensive position. The girl grabs it on instinct, but her brows are furrowed.
The ghost clambers to its feet. Its hands are now braced against the wall, supporting itself. She doesn’t know what to feel, torn between the fear pumping through her and the churning of gears in her head that insist that what she’s seeing doesn’t line up. Rafayel advances on it, pulling his hand and threatening a punch. She watches the creature cower back, boxing its shoulders in.
“Rafayel, wait!” He doesn’t listen to her, landing the punch and sending it into the ground. She runs up to him, wrapping her arms around his flexed bicep and pulling him back. “Wait! Just wait a second.” His breaths are heavy and ragged. She can see his wrists shaking as they cool down. They watch as the ghost staggers to its feet again. It almost turns away, taking aimless steps in the hallway.
“I think it’s more scared of us than we are of it,” she says. Rafayel sucks in a breath, rubbing the sides of his mouth. He realises it too, lowering his swollen fists. The creature’s cries are broken now. He takes a step towards it and it flinches. It makes him cock his head.
“Fucks sake. Well…” he rubs his temple, suddenly feeling guilty, “what do I do now? Take it outside?”
“Huh!?”
“Do you have a better idea? I’m all ears.” Rafayel’s voice is rasped. Honestly, she’s stumped.
“Okay, that sounds like a good idea.” She tucks her hair behind her ear. “I mean, should I call anyone?”
“You’re the hunter here, Miss bodyguard.” Right. He’s right. She turns the hallway light on, instantly eradicating anything scary left about the situation. Now, there’s just a ghost in her hallway, whining pathetically from having endured getting suckerpunched three times.
“Right, well, can you get it to the front door? Then we can deal with it outside.”
He shot her an incredulous look. “I’m not touching it. Do you have a walking stick or something?”
She leaned a hand on her hip. “Now, really, why would I have that?”
heyy can i request a LnD and how the boys will react if them and the reader are in a heated argument, and they accidentally said something extremely hurtful to the reader, which made the reader cry? thank youu
OH, SHIT…
notes: of course. sorry for the long wait, love. ❤️ at first i tried to make is like a story, but i changed my mind and so because you did specify what exactly you want (headcanons, oneshots, etc) i decided to make it this way.
contains: love and deepspace boys x reader, crying, mean words, reaction, angst, strong language.
ZAYNE
at first he didn’t realise what he had done, but realisation hit him when he saw your tears.
“sweetheart, you know i didn’t mean tha-“
he didn’t really get to continue his conversation because of a slap he received from you. he was shocked, eyes wide and mouth open.
“just shit the fuck up, zayne. i do not need your ‘medical advice’ again” you said, making your way outside his office.
and so you refused to answer his calls, texts, facetimes all day, staying in your apartment crying.
after his shift, he regretted all his actions and how he made you cry. the stress and anxiety got the best of him, and so he decided to surprise you with some flowers and chocolate, making his way home ready for another slap and to give some explanation.
“i really, really hate you” you too him, looking at the chocolate he got for you, too angry to eat them.
“i know. i’m sorry. it’s not going to happen again, i promise.”
RAFAYEL
when the first tears appeared on your face, he knew he was fucked. he didn’t really mean what he said, the deadline of his painting stressing him out.
he said your name, putting the paintbrush down and looking at you, with fear in your eyes. ‘i fucked up. they are angry’ he thought, trying to make the distance between you two a little bit shorter.
“just… i’m going to leave. if i’m so annoying to listen, then i’m shutting up and leaving. have a great day, rafayel.”
and so he was left alone, with an unfinished painting and tears in his eyes, thinking that the fucked up his relationship with you.
later in the day, when he made a plan to win you over he called you, asking where you are and what are you doing. he surprised you with something, apologising and saying he was an idiot for snapping at you.
“i love you, darling. you know i need you like a fish needs water.”
XAVIER
two stubborn people. he was wrong, he didn’t really want to say it out loud. seeing you tears after, he realised he fucked up and all his thoughts vanished in a moment.
“baby. i’m sorry, i didn’t mean-“
“no. xavier… just. go back.” you told him, leaving him behind in the forest, looking for wanderers.
“no” he shouted back, running after and you taking your hand. “i didn’t mean that.”
“you did. you just said it. that i’m not good enough? that i’m not a good hunter? i should quit?”
“no. fuck.” he said, taking your face in his hand. “i’m just worried.”
“you don’t have trust in me. i hate it, xavier.” was your response, not wanting to look at his eyes.
and so you had a serious conversation in the woods, xavier apologizing and explaining why he is worried. in a way, you understood him, but you didn't want to think that you were a weak hunter.
How LADS men react to finding you in their kitchen just standing and eating cheese at 3am
I got this request and just went "this one. I want to do this one." and so here we are!
Sylus, Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne, Caleb
Sylus
As we know, he doesn't sleep at night. By that logic, you're in the kitchen WITH him eating cheese.
"I don't understand, why do you like eating cheese at 3am?" "What's wrong with eating cheese?" "No, that's not the part I'm confused about.."
Luke and Kieran would definitely join you guys in the kitchen, it became a little family supper!
Xavier
He's a heavy sleeper.. but he notice quite fast when you're not with him in bed.
Sleepily walks into the dark kitchen that was only illuminated by the fridge light.
"What.. what are you doing..?" "Xavier! You surprised me!" "That's my line..."
Rafayel
He probably has messy sleeping schedule too, painting and chasing deadlines.
When there's a noise from his kitchen, he sets his paintbrush down and called out your name.
"Cutie, did you hear that..?" "..." "Cutie?" "...Hey." "What is wrong with you!!?"
Zayne
I FEEL SO BAD. THIS MAN NEEDS HIS SLEEP. So imagine his surprise when there's suddenly noises from the kitchen.
Calms down after he notice you were gone and were probably being a little rat again.
"I didn't know I needed to set rat traps all over the kitchen." "Zayne! How dare!"
Caleb
He puppy. He follow you wherever you go.
You suddenly get out of bed without saying anything? Oh he's getting out of bed too then. Whatever the emergency is, he shall help you. That includes devouring a block of cheese at three am.
"Should I make grilled cheese?" "Oh, yes please!!! Thank you!" "I am your personal chef after all."
Xavier is reserved and composed in his response. He might initially appear calm and collected, but underneath his calm demeanor, his heart skips a beat. He never realized how badly he needed to hear these words from you. He might take a moment to process the confession before giving a thoughtful reply, acknowledging your feelings while considering the implications for your relationship and the shared dangerous mission you have. Xavier would be sincere in his response, but also express relief.
"I didn’t expect this… but I’ve felt something for you too. Thank you for telling me.”
— “Can we talk, Rafayel?”
Rafayel would respond with a touch of playfulness, pretending he didn’t hear you the first few times only to hear you repeat those heartwarming words again. A grin would be plastered on his face as he studied your features, trying to read whether you were sincere or just messing about. He might tease you a bit to lighten the tension, but beneath his teases, he is giddy. All of this was real, his favorite person in the whole wide world had confessed to him— no more lonely nights in his studio nor wondering whether you were really on a mission or spending time with some other man while he eagerly awaited your texts…
"So, you’ve finally admitted what I’ve known all along? I’ve been drawn to you from the start, it only made sense for you to feel the same way."
— “I know it’s late, but I need to tell you something, Zayne. Please listen.”
Zayne would take a moment to absorb the confession, his usual calm and thoughtful demeanor keeping him grounded. The doctor’s first reaction would be a gentle, contemplative silence, as he carefully chooses his words, not necessarily out of hesitation but more so out of a desire to be as sincere as possible. Zayne’s maturity and sense of responsibility come through first as he only wants what’s best for you. Even if that meant falling for someone else but him, but fortunately, his feelings were returned.
“You’ve always been important to me, more than you know. If you’re sure about this, then I’m ready to be by your side…"
— “Sylus, do you have a minute?”
Sylus would respond with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. He’d take a moment to let the weight of the confession hang in the air, enjoying the tension before making his move. His voice, smooth and patronizing, his steps slow, before he came to a halt in front of you.
“Is that so, kitten?” Sylus chuckle softly, his hand lightly brushing against your cheek, the touch both possessive and teasing.
“You’ve intrigued me from the start. You’re not like the others who fall in line without question. That’s why I won’t let you slip away. You’ve caught my attention, and believe me, I don’t intend to let go easily, sweetie.”
Request: Hii!! I love your writing so so much (pls never stop)!!! How do you think the lads men would react to the following scenario: mc makes one of her girl friends dress like a guy and post that on her story/moments (to ward off an annoying co-worker, like what Caleb did in uni, but mc didnt want to bother the guys with this request so she asked Tara or another one of her girl friends). The picture, though, is convincing enough to make even the lads men question if she actually does have a partner and who tf is he. I think Xavier would absolutely malfunction since they are also neighbours lol
AN: I am taking a break from the ship event to gather some inspiration. But this was super fun to write. Thank you for sending in such an amazing idea.
Warning: Potential Spoilers. Be Mindful 👺
Pairing: Lads boys x fem reader
Genre: fluff and angst
(I do not own these characters)
Summary: Waking up after an amazing girls' night, you and Tara spent the morning taking silly photos, making all kinds of concerning faces, until inspiration struck.
"Wait, wait, hold on," Tara grinned, pushing her short hair back. "What if—"
Moments later, you were both giggling uncontrollably, staging fake hard launch photos in your bed. The blurry, cozy results? Surprisingly convincing.
"Oh, this is gonna blow up at work."
Tara rested her chin on your neck, wrapping an arm around you for the final shot. The picture was better than you imagined, so naturally, you posted it to your story before the two of you rushed to get ready for work.
And just like that, your social media went up in flames.
Rafayel:
623 missed calls.
200 texts.
82 more missed calls.
All hours after your post.
Who is he?
Why are you in bed with him?
Is he your boyfriend?
What is his name?
You barely have time to breathe after your meeting before the onslaught of texts floods in. Even the comment section of your post hasn’t been spared.
Thomas is already on the case. Rafayel is whining, sobbing, crying and absolutely not afraid to play dirty to get you back.
He's already planned a hundred ways to nip this budding romance at the root.
He thinks he has the upper hand, feels kinda smug about it too.
Still… there’s a twinge of heartbreak. A little ache for having to wait longer for you, for the idea that you might have chosen someone else. But if nothing else, Rafayel is persistent.
So, of course, he’s already forgiven you.
But don’t think, even for a second, that he won’t complain about it.
He’s still mulling over it, dramatically painting all his canvases black, getting ready for his villain arc, when you finally call him back.
"A prank?"
He is indignant.
He cried over a prank.
All that effort… for nothing.
"IT’S BEEN 800 YEARS. JELLYFISH ARE WALKING.
NAKED SEA TURTLES ARE CLIMBING TREES.
SHARKS ARE EATING GRASS—FOR FREE. "
AND RAFAYEL?
RAFAYEL CRIED OVER A PRANK.
HE WENT FULL VILLAIN ARC FOR A LIE.
HIS CANVASES ARE BLACK.
HIS PLANS FOR REVENGE? RUINED.
ALL BECAUSE YOU AND TARA WANTED TO PLAY GAMES.
He might never recover. Might. But first, he needs to call Thomas back before his "investigation" starts a national crisis.
Xavier:
He had just returned from a long night of fighting Wanderers when his phone chimed with an alert.
Half-asleep, he smiled at the sight of your name, already thinking of how he'd respond once he changed and collapsed into bed.
That smile froze the moment he saw the picture.
The phone slipped from his fingers, landing on his face. But he didn’t even wince. Too numb to feel it.
His vision blurred. His chest ached. Tears welled, unbidden.
Genuinely heartbroken. So weary. So tired. For a moment, he was shattered.
Did he have the strength to wager another lifetime?
His time was already running out. His strength faded with each passing day. He had selfishly wanted this spring with you...but this was better for you. You were too kind, too caring to bear his loss.
Perhaps this was for the best. His lips trembled at the thought.
You had someone now, someone who would not bring you grief. And you looked so happy in that photo. He stared at the blurred curve of your smile, tracing it with his gaze.
Somehow, he managed a small smile too.
And then he folded into himself. And slept.
For days.
So long that you started to worry, noticing his absence at work.
Until, finally, you barge into his apartment, breathless and frantic, only to find him asleep, moonlight spilling across his face, eerily still.
Your heart plummeted.
"Xavier." Your voice trembled as you rushed to him, fingers shaking as you took his hand.
For a terrible, suffocating second, he didn’t move.
And then, his brow twitched.
Air rushed back into your lungs.
Zayne:
This was to be expected.
He was never what you needed.
He often failed at words. His gestures, too vague to be understood.
You deserved someone who loved you. Someone who had the courage to say those words out loud.
Not him.
Not someone who could hurt you. His scars only grow deeper with time.
So he accepts it. Buries himself in work.
If he could not be your lover, then he would play his part as a friend.
Pays extra attention to your health. Pours over your reports. He must. Because he is no longer close enough to watch over you himself.
And weeks later, when you finally visit him, he keeps up the act—cold, distant, unbothered.
He does all the tests. Runs all the checks. Everything is routine.
But you see it.
The dark circles, deeper than ever. His skin, paler. Cheeks, sunken. His shirt, unwashed.
"You're coming home with me."
Your voice leaves no room for argument as you take his hand. "You never call. You only text about my reports and nothing more. We need to talk."
You tug him forward. He follows, until he stops.
"Your boyfriend won’t like it," he murmurs, staring anywhere but at you.
Silence.
"What boyfriend?"
You blink at him, dumbfounded.
Sylus:
Sylus spits his coffee, choking as he stares at the pictures.
Does not buy it.
That’s clearly not a man.
Yet somehow, he keeps going back to it, again and again.
It’s only when Luke and Kieran peer over his shoulder that his denial starts cracking.
"Ooooh, boss has got competition," Luke chimes.
One minute, they’re laughing. The next, they’re outside the mansion, the door slamming shut behind them.
Luke blinks. "That explains..."
Kieran yanks him into a chokehold for getting them banished for the day.
Inside, Sylus switches to wine.
The day has been too much.
Not a man, right? he muses, scrutinizing the photo, before accidentally pressing the heart button.
And then, he all but chews the glass in his hand.
He’s not worried.
He just suddenly feels the urge to burn his entire closet because nothing looks good enough.
He doesn’t care.
He’s just made a few calls, just to make sure you’re not involved with anyone sketchy. Unless, of course, it’s him.
Then, like an absolute idiot, he gets a panicked call from an associate.
The only person who’s been in your apartment? Tara.
Sylus stares at the image. Facepalms.
That evening, when he picks you up from work, he looks exhausted.
As if a few hours have aged him years.
When you ask, he waves you off, dodging every question.
You raise a brow. "Are you sure? You look—"
"I said it’s nothing," he snaps, before sighing, dragging a hand down his face. "...Can we just go home
Caleb:
Storming to Linkon.
Geared up to blow up the entire apartment complex.
Spends five minutes struggling with the locked door before finally getting it open.
Marches in.
Stops. Sighs in disapproval at your empty fridge.
Good thing he packed snacks. Leaves them on your counter. You’ll thank him later.
Then, back to the mission.
Collects all forensic evidence needed. Marches out.
No time to waste.
Supervises the DNA administration.
Hair sample. Used coffee mug. Both next to yours.
He will find the bastard. He will take him out.
And then, he will whisk you away to Skyheaven, to console you once you learn of your tragic, mysterious loss.
Grief will bring you closer.
Every intern running tests is sweating.
So are the lead scientists, who have been personally forced to oversee this insanity.
No one is messing with the colonel today.
And then, finally, the results land on his desk.
Caleb stares. Dumbfounded.
Is he to fight both men and women for you now?
You better watch out for Tara because he does not discriminate.
getting hit on while they're in a relationship (bnd) ˚ · .
ot6 reaction, fluff, this is a little unserious, established relationship
warnings: reader is referred to as girlfriend
more under the cut!
a/n: i had way too much fun writing this one >#<! thank you for requesting, anon!!!
sungho ˚ ⋆｡˚
𐙚₊˚ he'll be waiting in line to grab your favorite cafe order on his way home when someone suddenly taps him on his shoulder
𐙚₊˚ the girl would be like "hi. i'm sorry if this is weird, but you're really attractive. can i get your number?"
𐙚₊˚ sungho would probably handle it normally, smiling politely before shaking his head
𐙚₊˚ he'd simply say "i have a girlfriend" before turning back around, but then the girl goes "so what?"
𐙚₊˚ he spins around so quick, gravity literally stops, his eyebrows furrowed and his head cocked because huh?
𐙚₊˚ "excuse me?"
𐙚₊˚ he's genuinely so offended, and the girl just smiles at him before nudging her phone at him
𐙚₊˚ he'd be like "you're insane." before leaving the cafe, immediately calling you in a huff
𐙚₊˚ he's so fired up, just recounting the entire event to you and you're giggling from the other end of the line because he's so cute when he's upset
𐙚₊˚ "are you laughing at me? seriously?"
𐙚₊˚ and you'd just be like "so does that mean i'm not getting my coffee...?"
˚ ⋆｡˚ riwoo
𐙚₊˚ he's waiting for his churro order to be called while you secure a spot in the long ferris wheel line when a girl taps him on the arm
𐙚₊˚ at first, he thinks its you and that you just got bored of waiting, so he turns around with a big smile
𐙚₊˚ his smile drops so fast when it's a stranger, holding out her phone with an empty contact screen
𐙚₊˚ she'll be like "can i get your number?" with a smile and riwoo starts wishing you could teleport here to scare her off for him
𐙚₊˚ he immediately starts to internally freak out because this never usually happens to him so he's just blinking at her
𐙚₊˚ he's literally about to pass out, palms getting sweaty
𐙚₊˚ he hates confrontation so he just quietly bows a bit and goes "no sorry." before quickly grabbing his order, scurrying off with the churros in tow
𐙚₊˚ as soon as he makes it back to you, there's the biggest pout on his face... he literally saw his life flash before his eyes
𐙚₊˚ he confesses right away because it makes him feel even more anxious to not tell you, so he goes "someone tried to get my number" before pursing his lips
𐙚₊˚ you'll laugh a bit and be like "did you give it to them?" and he'd be like "no??? baby don't joke like that" ><
jaehyun ˚ ⋆｡˚
𐙚₊˚ mr. "LEAVE ME ALONE!!! I'M MARRIED!!!"
𐙚₊˚ one of his old friends from high school would approach him at some group hangout, heavily flirting and hitting on him
𐙚₊˚ at first, he would nervously laugh and look around at all his friends because he thinks she's just joking
𐙚₊˚ like he's genuinely so confused that someone would hit on him because he thought he was pretty vocal about being in a relationship
𐙚₊˚ when he realizes she's genuinely trying to get in his pants, he quickly backs away and puts his hands out in front of him
𐙚₊˚ he'd be like "i'm in a relationship" and if she persists, he gets pretty upset
𐙚₊˚ like does she really think he'd cheat on you, the most perfect person on this plant? hell no.
𐙚₊˚ "should i call my girlfriend and have her tell you herself?"
𐙚₊˚ and the girl would be like "yeah, go ahead and call your 'girlfriend'." and that would just piss jaehyun off so much, he's facetiming you right away
𐙚₊˚ smiles proudly when you cuss that girl out through the phone, successfully scaring her away
𐙚₊˚ would probably blow a bunch of kisses to the screen and say he'll be home soon so he can thank you <3
˚ ⋆｡˚ taesan
𐙚₊˚ if a girl approaches him while he's at the store, he'd literally just ignore her for as long as he can
𐙚₊˚ she'd be like "you're cute. can i have your instagram?" and he would pretend that his headphones are too loud and he can't hear anything
𐙚₊˚ (nothing's playing)
𐙚₊˚ side eyes her to keep watch like a cat, subtly trying to move further and further away from her to avoid confrontation
𐙚₊˚ in his short moment of peace, he'll text you and be like "this girl is trying to hit on me lol" and you'd be like "i told you i should've came with </3 i can't let my sexy boyfriend out in the wild by himself!!!"
𐙚₊˚ if she taps him on his shoulder, he puts on the meanest face (you guys know the one) and monotonously goes "i'm not interested."
𐙚₊˚ she'd go "well, how can i make you interested? ;)" and taesan would give her the most blank stare ever
𐙚₊˚ he'd say "fight to the death with my girlfriend and sees who wins." and then disappears down another isle before calling you
𐙚₊˚ "baby, i think i just sacrificed you on accident"
𐙚₊˚ "taesan what."
leehan ˚ ⋆｡˚
𐙚₊˚ a girl will approach him while he's at the mall buying you a gift, subtly trying to rizz him up by complimenting him
𐙚₊˚ leehan would take the compliments with grace, trying to hide his confusion as to why she's being so persistent
𐙚₊˚ finally, she'll pull out her phone and be like "can i have your number?" and that's when it'll finally click that she's hitting on him
𐙚₊˚ he just laughs a little and goes "my girlfriend wouldn't like that." and she'd go "well, your girlfriend doesn't have to know."
𐙚₊˚ his kind smile would drop so quick and he'd just look at her like ??? who the hell is this freak
𐙚₊˚ "i'm not interested. now, if you'll excuse me..." and then he's slipping past her, pulling out his phone to text you about what just happened
𐙚₊˚ smiles to himself fondly when you send a very verbal, very vulgar text cussing her out
𐙚₊˚ "read that out loud to her"
𐙚₊˚ "i'm not going to do that. i love you though."
𐙚₊˚ "i'll read it out loud myself. i'm omw."
˚ ⋆｡˚ woonhak
𐙚₊˚ when a random girl asks woonhak if he's free after school, he's immediately on edge because 1. he's never seen her before and 2. she is not you
𐙚₊˚ she'd shyly be like "i've had a crush on you for a long time and wanted to get to know you better..." and woonhak would just blink at her before shaking his head with a small smile, waving his hands
𐙚₊˚ "oh, i'm sorry, i'm already in a relationship," he'd tell her and instead of her getting sad, she'd get angry
𐙚₊˚ "i don't even know why you like her." and that would set woonhak off
𐙚₊˚ he'd sit up straight and look directly into that girl's eyes with the most fiery look before defending you for at least a minute straight
𐙚₊˚ "you will never be y/n, so keep her name out of your mouth. i love my girlfriend! how dare you even----" and he just goes on and on and on and on
𐙚₊˚ the girl would probably leave the room in tears, rushing past you as you enter the empty classroom to meet woonhak
𐙚₊˚ "what was that about?" you ask as woonhak comes over to hug you, resting his chin on top of your head with a small smile
𐙚₊˚ "no idea."
𐙚₊˚ "woonhak, what did you do?"
𐙚₊˚ "...i did what was necessary..."
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