Honestly I miss the old roblox. Like the old Roblox. Like 2015 Roblox where you could join any sort of rpg like Royale High or Robloxian Highschool and you’d instantly become part of whatever goofy ass roleplay was happening. The kind of Roblox where there were really shitty world builds but everyone didn’t care and had fun anyways. The kind of roblox where I argued with another person for 30 or more minutes about the spelling of ‘weird’ being ‘wierd’. I was totally wrong as fuck but it was still funny. Back when we would watch ZaiLetsPlay and ItsFunneh and do royale high roleplays with “Karma/cute/emo/princess/wolf/hybrid/shy” or something.
headcanon: jealous! saja boys x girlfriend! fem! reader
summary: they’re demons, but they’re men too— so who would get jealous if their lover was talking or doing something that was utterly meant for them?
a/n: language, embarrassing nicknames, overall silliness. fluff is so much easier to write and we all need a laugh!
Jinu ! - the visual sulker
he sees you laughing with somebody else? yeah you can see his depression all they way on the other side of the room. he’s sad and he’s looking at you from the distance. he’s a golden retriever kind of boyfriend, so he’s very emotional…better give him the attention he wants asap.
“Yeah!” you exclaim, “I can totally make something up for you!”
You smiled softly at the man before you, who ordered a “florists choice” bouquet of flowers. He had a charm about him, making you laugh almost the entire time you fixed his flowers.
“Hey,” your customer asked with a nervous voice, “Do you know that staring creep over there?”
“Where?” your voice trails as you see at the direction he pointed at. There, lay your frowning boyfriend staring at you with shiny eyes. He held a picnic basket, and then you instantly remember.
Today was park day. Your eyes widen as you quickly rush the order, apologizing to the man as you push him out. You flipped your open sign to closed, and then turned your face to Jinu, who sulked.
“I’m so sorry babe!” you run up to him, holding his squishy cheeks in your hands, “I got caught up with work and totally—“
“You can go haha with him then, since he clearly makes you happy,” he mutters, not bothering to look at you.
“Jinu…”
You raise a brow, already knowing the routine with him. He sees you with somebody and he goes immediately: shock, sadness, rudeness, sadness, guilt. And now, he’s sad as he scrunches his chin.
“I’m sorry, I sounded so rude—“
“It’s okay,” you smile, pressing a kiss to his lips, “I would’ve done the same with you.”
“No, you’d throw me across the room.”
Romance ! - the blatant one
he’s the type to always hang out with you. but when you’re alone and he’s barely catching up? yeah, he’s going to call you embarrassing nicknames, like if it weren’t already obvious that he was yours. (he made sure you wore jewelry saying ‘romance’ all over…)
“My beloved sugar plum!”
A shout was heard behind you, and you turned to see Romance faking a hot jog behind you. His pink hair bounced as he ran, and he smirked as if he was Prince Charming.
The man before you was cringing as he asked, “Do you…know him?”
“Yeah! He’s my…” your voice trails when he calls you again, “My beloved lover.”
Your proclaimed lover catches up to you, not even gasping as he grabs your chin and waist, tipping you romantically, “Oh, my beloved princess of the land above, the one who makes my heart tremble with love, and my pants ache for freedom— however are you here? Far, far, and far from—“
“Sorry to interrupt, but do you still want the strawberries or no?”
You glanced at the vendor, smiling weakly, “Yeah, two boxes please.”
Romance stops his ballad, and his cheeks are a light pink as he whispers, “I thought he was trying to steal your heart from me.”
“Babe, he was just trying to sell me strawberries.”
“Oh.”
Mystery ! - the silent treatment
he’s the type to see, frown, and walk away. he won’t tell you what’s wrong or what hurt him— he clearly expects you to know what. but the moment you cuddle with him at night, you know exactly what’s up and how to fix it.
“My love?”
Your voice gets no reply as you watch your boyfriend tuck himself into bed. His body is gorgeous, but it greatly contrasted with his frown. Huffing, you fall back into the cushion, opening your arms for him.
“C’mere.”
Your voice is soft, and he doesn’t have to be told twice as he plops down on you. You cradle his head, legs wrapping around his waist as you play with his silver locks.
“What happened this time?”
You received no reply. Sighing, you tried running back your memory from earlier today. You woke up, you ate, you talked to him, you helped on stage, you laughed with—
“Oh,” you grin, lifting Mystery’s chin, “Did you get Jealous because I was talking with Romance?”
“No.”
His reply was the only thing you needed to know, and you simply reassured him, “My love, my heart and soul belongs to you— there’s no one else but you.”
“Then why were you laughing?”
“It’s because he had dogshit under his shoe, and he accident smeared it onto his pants when he danced.”
“Shit and shit, who wouldn’t have guessed?”
You push a lock behind his ear, kissing his forehead and trailing your lips all over his face. You could’ve sworn he purred, but you didn’t push it tonight and simply cooed;
“Does my love want kisses all over him?”
“My balls too?” he hummed, his sly grin returning to his beautiful face.
“Absolutely not.”
Abs ! - the big baby
he’s kind of like jinu when he gets jealous, but he literally cries. he thinks you’ll leave him and it makes him look like a twink. but you love him and know how to pamper him with love so he never forgets where your loyalty lies.
“I’ll have two sherbet ice creams please!”
You watch as the man assembles your order, his hands expertly rolling up the frozen treat and handing them to you. However, you nearly drop one of the bowls down, making the man react fast to hold your hand.
You had to hide your grimace, but you thank him nonetheless. When you look back at the door, you see your boyfriend with his jaw dropped in disbelief.
Oh my god.
He points a finger at you, the action making him puff his chest and make a button from his shirt go flying off, “You don’t love me anymore!”
Abs runs out of the stall, sobbing as you sigh. You find him after numerous searches around the park, I mean, it wasn’t too hard finding a burly man hunched over a bench and crying his eyes out.
“Baby,” you call out, catching his attention, “I have your ice cream!”
He pouts indefinitely, huffing and not bothering to look at you.
“Abs, if you don’t look at me this instant and hear me out, you will be left here without a ride.”
He looks now, his turned brows furrowed, “I saw him touch your hand, explain that to me really quick.”
“A bowl almost fell is all.”
“Which one did he touch?”
You motion at the left one, and before you could even ask why, it’s immediately slapped out of your palm. Your jaw drops too now, scoffing at your grinning boyfriend.
“Guess that means we have to share, huh baby?”
“No!”
Baby ! - the immediate glarer
this man does have a baby face, but it doesn’t mean he can’t give a mean glare. he sees you with someone? he’s glaring. he sees you smiling at a dog? he’s glaring. he sees you watering a plant? it’s gone now.
“Baby!”
You begin to look around, holding one right flip flop and one right shoe. It just so happened to be the morning you go out with your friends, and all your left shoes are gone. And you certainly don’t want to wear a right on your left and look ridiculous.
You were practically fuming as you see your boyfriend eating some spicy chips as he watched Dora the Explorer on the T.V.
“Where the fuck are my shoes?”
He glances at you, replying disinterestedly, “You’re holding them.”
“No, I mean my left shoes. There all gone!”
“So there’s nothing left?”
You take a deep breath, exhaling all the air that was about to be used to say the most vile and evil things. You were already running late and you didn’t have time for sarcasm.
“Baby. Where. Are. My. Shoes.”
He stares back at the screen, yelling at the character, “It’s right there you stupid—“
You stand right in front of the T.V, glaring as you don’t let him finish. He glares back. And you glare back.
“Can’t let you go in that dress, it makes you look cute.” He said defeatedly, rubbing his temple, “So I just hid your shoes.”
You held back your blush as you asked, “And where are they?”
“Ask Dora.”
You turn back at the screen, listening to her;
That’s right guys! He’s in the fire!
You didn’t even let him breathe as you pounced on him.
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