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[bnuybitz]

Xavier pours his bong water into his houseplants. Nobody can tell me Xavier hasn't been smoking for CENTURIES

Bong water is AMAZING for plants, probably why his are thriving

Only if it's fresh tho

None of that nasty week old bong water thats been just sitting there.

But yea he pours all his bong water into the plants

[moonlight4angi]

puffer fishy || Rafayel x reader (request)

a/n: this one was a cute request, even though i thought of it wrong the first time 🥹 (request here)

requests are opened !

GENRE: fluffyy

Warnings: MC!reader (idk if it matters), Fem!reader, jelly rafayel

Summary: You were oblivious to any flirting, it drove Rafayel insane. So when a waiter shamelessly flirted with you he made sure to let you know he was jealous and upset.

Word count: 685

‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅ “it’s my right to be helish, i still get jealous”

navigation ‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅

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Rafayel always knew you were oblivious.

He just hadn’t realized the extent of the problem until the two of you started dating.

Because apparently, in your world, people just casually gave out their phone numbers, called strangers gorgeous, bought drinks for people “to be polite,” and asked if someone was single strictly for academic purposes.

It drove him insane.

“You’re pretty today.”

You looked up from your menu with a bright smile. “Aw, thank you!”

The waiter smiled back. “Pretty enough that I almost forgot your boyfriend was sitting right there.”

You laughed politely. Politely. Rafayel lowered his menu very slowly.

“And what can I get for you, sir?” the waiter asked, straining a smile.

“The strength to endure this conversation,” Rafayel replied flatly.

You almost laughed, but instead nudged him under the table. “Don’t be rude.”

The waiter left a minute later, suspiciously smiley and absolutely shameless.

The second he disappeared, Rafayel leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed tightly over his chest. Silent, and very pouty.

You looked up from your drink, “…Are you mad?”

“No.” His lips were pushed forward so much he genuinely resembled an offended puffer fish.

“Rafayel.” Nothing.

“Raf.” Still nothing.

His cheeks looked slightly puffed out now too, multicoloured eyes narrowed at the window like the entire ocean had personally betrayed him.

Poor Raf was sulking.

You bit back a smile. “You look constipated.”

“I look heartbroken.”

“Is there a difference?”

“A significant one.”

You laughed softly, reaching across the table to poke his cheek. It was firm from how hard he was pouting.

“You look like you belong in the ocean as a puffer fish.” A finger still poking at his cheeks.

He let out an offended gasp, “I do not!”

“You absolutely do.”

“I’m suffering.”

“You’re puffing.”

Rafayel grabbed your wrist dramatically before you could poke him again.

“Cutie,” he said with deep betrayal, “that man was flirting with you in front of me.”

Your brows furrowed. “…No he wasn’t.”

Rafayel stared at you for a long moment before dropping his head onto the table with a muffled groan.

“He literally said he forgot I existed because you were pretty.”

“Oh.” You paused. “I thought he was joking.”

“He was testing the boundaries of my self-restraint.”

You smiled helplessly. “I genuinely didn’t notice.”

“I know,” Rafayel mumbled into the table. “That’s why I can’t even be properly angry.”

That was the problem. If you were entertaining people on purpose, maybe he could’ve acted annoyed.

But you always looked so genuinely confused afterward.

You slid your hand into his purple hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. Instantly, Rafayel melted a little, making him finally lift his head from the table.

“Now, why are you glaring at the salt shaker?” You tilt your head to meet his eyes.

“It’s representing him.”

You stared at him for two seconds before bursting into laughter loud enough that nearby tables glanced over.

Rafayel looked deeply offended by your reaction.

“You mock my pain.”

“You compared a waiter to table salt.”

“He was a piranha that was seasoned with audacity.”

That only made you laugh harder.

Rafayel watched you for a moment, expression slowly softening despite himself. Honestly, this happened so often that he should’ve been used to it by now.

Someone flirted with you. You failed to notice.

Rafayel puffed up like an emotionally compromised sea creature.

Then you looked at him like he personally changed the tides, and suddenly he forgot how to stay upset.

A tragic cycle…for him at least.

You leaned across the table, smiling sweetly.“You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

“I am not cute, I’m expressing anguish.”

“You look like you’re about to float away.”

Rafayel narrowed his eyes.

Then, with all the dignity of a dramatic marine deity, he leaned forward and stole a quick kiss from you right there in the restaurant.

Just enough to leave you blinking afterward.

“There,” he said smugly, sitting back down. “Now everyone knows you’re taken.”

You touched your face, flustered.

“…That was unnecessary.”

“And yet highly satisfying.”

His pout had completely vanished now.

You squinted at him. “You just wanted attention.”

He shrugged, “Fine, I surrender!” He had a cheeky smile stuck on his face.

a/n: how is it…hopefully you guys liked it! i found this super cute, i would love to make more jealous raf in the future.

[bnuybitz]

Would it be bad of me to say Rafayel kinda likes it when a girl is kinda "ugly" like how I like it when a guy is kinda ugly

He finds the features are cute, methinks..

[bnuybitz]

👁👁 supporting evidence

[bnuybitz]

Would it be bad of me to say Rafayel kinda likes it when a girl is kinda "ugly" like how I like it when a guy is kinda ugly

He finds the features cute, methinks..

[bnuybitz]

Rafayel is that weird category of straight guy that you SWEAR is gay the first time you meet him and then you hear the words "my girlfriend" come from his mouth and ur whole worldview temporarily shatters

Im gonna do the unthinkable, and forgive me for this

I dont even think he's a smidgen into men

Straight, but doesnt shut down men flirting with him bc he low key likes the praise and attention

Like

Yes, please keep telling him how hot he is

[ihaveaskeleton]

I generally agree, but I think he would be a bit hurt by the insinuation that he would be so unserious about romance that he would choose playing along over shutting things down.

This man does NOT play about romance. He flat out refused to kiss his own girlfriend because the situation wasn't romantic enough for a first kiss.

[bnuybitz]

Very fair

[bnuybitz]

Rafayel is that weird category of straight guy that you SWEAR is gay the first time you meet him and then you hear the words "my girlfriend" come from his mouth and ur whole worldview temporarily shatters

Im gonna do the unthinkable, and forgive me for this

I dont even think he's a smidgen into men

Straight, but doesnt shut down men flirting with him bc he low key likes the praise and attention

Like

Yes, please keep telling him how hot he is

[bnuybitz]

I think Caleb still has some toxic masculinity stuck in his head

"Man of the house", so he cant be vulnerable in front of MC, he's the one taking care of *MC*, not the other way around and that's how it *should be*

N things of that sort

He's definitely not aware it's a problem either

Just feels thats his "natrual role" as a man

I think this is heavily amplified by him being in a military position

He's not insecure in his masculinity, but he definitely feels like he's under some obligations on the basis of being a man

Like obvs he's not full traditional, but he does carry some traditional ideas

[syluses]

thinkin about caleb and how his initial (and only) reason to start working out was so he could protect his meimei <3

when he’d started hitting the gym, it was to assure both himself and you that, if danger were to ever come, he’d have the advantage against it. it’s a surprising bonus, though- by no means an unpleasant one- when he really starts to shape up and you notice.

you order him around heavy furniture and he works like a willing dog, no complaints given whatsoever. you get the feeling he enjoys it, actually.

when you make comments that his big strong arms will have no trouble finding that new coffee table a home in the living room, he positively beams. it’s a little weird because you genuinely don’t know why it makes him so happy... instant mood booster. you’re not complaining though; he’s infinitely helpful. caleb’s always been the cheerful type, especially with you, but it’s a different kind of elation he reaches when you ask him to carry you on his back during your walk home because your legs are tired.

he hoists you up on his shoulders- his broad ones that are just as sturdy as they look- so you can see over crowded plazas and totes you around no different than a prized handbag. he preens and puffs out his chest when you tell him to lift his arm so you can feel his muscle- not a hint of shame on your face (because he’s your gege, this is perfectly normal) as you do- and feels his heart skip when your little fingers give his biceps a curious squeeze.

he hardly breaks a sweat as he lugs around new pieces of your bedroom decor, and all the toiling is more than worth it when your eyes widen and thoughtfully skim over his physique. oh yeah, he’s gotten bigger, meimei- can you tell? oh, he says it like it’s no big deal. but it is a VERY big deal to him, do not be fooled. he desperately wishes you’ll gawk and ogle him to your heart’s content, even if he knows your admiration is far from lascivious.

and don’t you worry— he’ll only get stronger, only get better, might even drag you to the gym with him so you can see live demonstrations of his favorite chest workouts (with a thin tank, of course, but just because he sweats a lot, no other reason) and the proper form for certain exercises so you don’t injure yourself. anything to impress his sweet lil pipsqueak 🫶