Twinkle

just for fun!

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Match Found

You give your knuckles a quick crack before getting comfortable on your current seat. Your current seat being Xavier’s lap as he plays a few rounds of some shooter game. Watching him hit headshot after headshot with a quick snap of his wrist was one of your favorite pastimes.

Except this time you wanted to try something different. Sliding on the headset you glance up and give him a grin. He skims a quick kiss to your head.

“You ready?”

“To be called slurs for being a girl? Never been more ready.”

Today, Xavier would be playing while you sat and talked in the voice chat, giving comms and just talking for him.

At first it was funny, the first few rounds of the game, your teammates would drop you pretty skins and heal Xavier first. You guys had a little banter while Xavier absolutely decimated in kills.

The second game though, the first few rounds in, a dude decided that a woman being a gamer was an insult to every game ever made and starting giving you shit. From at first just being rude in chat to blinding and sabotaging Xavier’s gameplay.

“Yo, small dick guy can you not?”

A colorful array of words were stated in chat. Along with the century old and overused phrases like “go back the kitchen” and “make me a sandwich”

“Snore, heard that before try thinking of something else please, or maybe focus on that the fact you’re going 0 kills and 12 deaths rn”

Another array of distasteful words spill from chat. You grin, ragebaiting was too easy.

“Can’t hear you from up here, the podium’s as high as your IQ”

Fastfboyz:you stupid b*tch this is why women deserve belong in the kitchen

“Maybe you should try it, then you’d be able to cook up a better comeback” you snark back.

“Your kill count is probably how many girls talk to you huh, no wonder you’re so bitter”

Fastfboyz: 1V1 me rn

You glance up at Xavier who grins and gives you a nod as the game ends and shows him at the top. As expected, Xavier completely obliterates the dude in every round with a serene look in his face. With quick fingers he types just before he ends the match.

Starluvboy: This went better in you head huh? try respecting ppl next time and maybe U can improve at something other than being a dick

You let out a laugh and watch as he blocks the dude. “That was fun huh?”

He looks down while sliding the headset off your head, “as always we make a great team.”

Guess what game inspired this lol, hope you enjoy :3

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Xavier smelling your clothes

You’re changing and dumped your worn clothes on the counter and come back to see him with his face buried into the heap.

“uhhh whatcha doing?” you deadpan, “There’s probably 48 hour deodorant and sweat all over that.”

He takes another sniff, “it smells good, it smells like you.”

You don’t question him and decide now is a good time to vacate the bathroom and leave him to his strangeness. You’re just about to step out when two solid arms wrap around you. A face is buried into your hair, inhaling deeply before nudging into the crook of your neck. He gives another sniff.

You grin and pat his head, “the real thing is better, isn’t it?” He replies with another inhale, “yeah”

dunno where i was going with this but hope u enjoyed :3

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Fashion student Rafayel x reader

Rafayel sees you on a crisp, early autumn day at your town cafe where the clouds act as a layer of sheer fabric over the sky, letting in light but barely enough to make shadows. It’s chilly enough that it requires a jacket but not some puffy monstrosity. He dons a patterned cardigan over a button up shirt and he’s deep in thought about his next design project when he sees you. You enter wearing an outfit that drapes and clings perfectly to your body and is so utterly unique and irreplaceable he has to stop and stare. You order and then sit a table away waiting for your drink. He finds himself picking up his pencil and sketching you, glancing every so often to not make it obvious. The barista calls out your name and sets a steaming to go cup down. He jots your name down next to his sketch as you leave.

Third time’s the charm. Rafayel has been to this coffee shop 3 times this week in hopes of catching a glimpse of you. It’s cloudy and cold and he’s a little irritated when the door opens and a breeze sweeps in and sends a shiver through him. But when he looks up he freezes, because it’s you. In a different but still uniquely pleasant and uniquely you outfit. He feels he can decipher your personality and thoughts with the way you dress alone. The cafe is filled to the brim like an overflowing coffee cup, buzzing with energy and heat. You look around, unsure of where to sit, and Rafayel feels himself open his mouth and invite you to his table. You smile and thank him and set your stuff down before ordering a drink. He’s just being friendly is what he thinks but he watches the way you warm your hands with a cup of tea and smile to yourself. He watches as you pull a book from your bag which was perfectly curated for your outfit.

“Nice bag”

“Oh this? it’s thrifted” you exclaim excited. “Like $6”

And then you compliment him back.

“I like you outfit, it suits you a lot!”

“Thanks”

And then you ask him what he’s drawing and all of a sudden he’s explaining to you the perfect ratio of silk and satin and why cotton is overrated and linen is underrated and how people don’t know how to use texture to bring out their body shape. You listen thoughtfully, genuinely listening, when he reels himself back, and asks you about yourself. You chat for a while about everything and you look at him in awe when he tells you he’s a fashion student.

“That’s genuinely amazing, like the devil wears prada typa thing cool”

“What you do is cool too though”

“Nah, I think art trumps stem any day, anyone can learn to use a few formulas”

You exchange numbers that day.

The next time he sees you, you’re a few blocks away petting a stray cat. It head butts you and you pat its head adoringly.

“Hey, Raf, whatcha doin so far away?”

“Cats are the bane of my existence”

“Why’s that?”

“They’re little monsters that leave once they don’t need you anymore duh” he then adds “and cat hair, the enemy of clothes”

You squint at him and smile, “you’re kinda fussy like a cat, you have a lot more in common than you think” His face contorts in offense and you laugh.

He texts you that night asking if you would model for him, be his muse for his next project. You’re elated the guy you kinda like is giving you this opportunity but also does he only see you as a prop for his studies? You get along so well you’re waiting for something to happen.

You ask him why he chose you.

“Cuz you inspire me cutie, you’re a great muse ya know, you just don’t see it”

You guys meet up to chat while he takes your measurements and plays with designs on a nearby mannequin. Sometimes you sit and dow your own work while he sketches quietly beside you. When he brings you the final piece and sees you in it, it’s like the sun has burst through the clouds. All of a sudden it’s spring and he’s almost done with this project. What if this is where it ends? What if your friendship dwindles from here?

He texts you after a week

Highest score in the class

Good work!

I mean it’s all thanks to you so good work to you, cutie

Let’s get something on me? How bout seafood?

Does sushi count cuz that’s what im in the mood for

You’re flipping through a sketch book a brought while shoving a piece of seared salmon into your mouth. “God your sketches are so pretty, you make me look so elegant”

“That’s just you cutie”

“What’s that saying though? Beauty’s in the eye of the beholder?”

“You think I don’t behold you?”

“Who knows what you behold if you don’t like cats”

He huffs at that. Suddenly you stop, flipping his ever first sketch of you.

“That’s me…” you say a little awed because how did he make you look so beautiful in such ordinary clothes? When you look up Rafayel is blushing and clearing his throat yet there’s a warm look in his eyes you never noticed before. “I saw your beauty a long time ago ya know, I was hoping you would realize sooner” he smiles, “can we call this a date?”

You decided before he even asked.

Do not repost and i hope you enjoy! Wrote this at 1AM but i need fashion designer Rafayel so bad

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LADS guys and what type of bird they’d be (im bored and dont wanna go to class):

Sylus: a peacock, I think this was more obvious, it has that flare and smugness he radiates

Zayne: a crane (lowk thought of penguin too but i think this fits him as well), calm and sharp

Xavier: a swan, elegant and peaceful and quiet just chill vibes

Rafayel: the greater loraphina (a bird of paradise) dramatic and full of flare and wants your attention all to himself

Caleb: a mother hen, caretaker and very attentive

As i finished writing this i saw the notif that my class was cancelled anyways and i just drove an hour for nothing 🥹

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how far do you read a book before you dnf? cuz im not feeling it but what if it gets really good yk

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do not ask me about a bf rn, the only D i need is this degree, literally nothing else matters

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Reading Once Upon a Broken Heart and i feel like im watching an episode of Ever After High, it’s so nostalgic

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the silly, dramatic guy x more serious, has-her-shit together girl >>>>>

Jinshi x Maomao

Rafayel x MC

Wendell x Emily (from the Emily Wilde series)

Howl x Sophie ( both the book and movie ones but more so the book characters )

Tamaki x Haruhi

i just love them, pls drop any others

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TOMADACHIII LIFE i want it so bad

but imagine playing and you make yourself and xavier and a few other people yk but ur character rejects xavier and ends up with someone else (god forbid it’s Charlie or sm) so he’s just pouting in the corner

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A truly unfortunate accident, when you left your glasses off to take a nap. Leading now to haphazard swinging and flinging hard earned plushies from the claw machine and the cozy patterned sheets when you hear a… CRUNCH! You freeze releasing a groan then a sigh of acceptance when finding the broken lenses and bent frames. Oh well, you were due for a new year pair anyways.

“Cutieee, what’re we doing today?”

“I’m gonna be looking at glasses, I don’t know what you’re doing,” you say, phone pressed between ear and shoulder as you ease on a pair of socks “I broke them.”

“Well then it’s obvious that I’ll be joining you. You’re gonna need someone with an artistic eye”

“Totally right, you know anyone with one?”

Rafayel lets out a pouty huff through the phone at your teasing, “haha very funny but just know your eye wear choice rests in the very capable hands of yours truly!”

The sleek store front is quaint but full of variety. As soon as you both step inside, Rafayel takes your hand and immediately pulls you to the displays. Deeming himself your appointed stylist, he begins picking frames.

“These rectangular shapes suit your face shape cutie, try them or actually let me,” carefully setting them on your face, Rafayel reaches to shift the hair around your face.

“Mmm eh, it looks okay,” you turn your head, examining your face from another angle in the mirror.

“Not to fear, it’d be no fun if the first pair was your pick, try this next” he hands you another pair among a small collection he’d picked out. It continues like that for a while, no pair feels perfect but you’ve selected out a few. Honestly, you’re ready to just pay and leave, after all you’ve never really liked your face with glasses. Of course, he notices, Rafayel can notice the color change between aquamarine and teal.

Poking your cheek he asks “what’s wrong? You look like an unhappy puffer fish.”

“I don’t really care for this ya know, I don’t even really like how glasses look on my face.” With a fake gasp, he pinches your cheek, “I’ll have you know you look beyond words in anything, and even if you can’t see it, anyone with working eyes can.”

He lets go and presses his palms to your cheeks. You smile at the warmth. “You’re just obsessed with me.”

“I am beside myself with you cutie and if you can’t see it then I’ll remind you each time.” A blush rises to your face, slow and soft.

“Okayyy okayyy fine, I pick this one, and now I think your artistic eye is tired and we should go get a sweet treat?” Rafayel grins, “you read my mind.”

do not repost and hope you have some fun reading this <3 first fic too!

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Xavier x bookstore owner reader ݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆

⋆｡°✩ Xavier visits Jeremiah’s flower shop every first saturday of the month and they catch up and reminisce like old friends do. This saturday brightly colored signage decorates the storefront right across the street, it reads “Little Miss Bookshop.” Xavier inquires about it and Jeremiah replies that there’s a bookstore moving in.

✮⋆˙ The next time he comes, the store is set up. Flowers sway softly on the windowsill, revealing within, a quaint book shop with soft lighting and cartoon art painted on the walls. What catches his eye the most though, is the figure standing at the front, tending to the blooms.

“She seems nice, asked to buy some flowers for the shop and which ones were cat friendly” Jeremiah says.

“Cat friendly?”

“Yeah, I think she has one, it’s the shop’s mascot”

⋆˙⟡ Your first meeting occurs on the rainy afternoon that Xavier decides to walk home. He decides it wouldn’t hurt to wait outt the weather and your shop looks so warm and inviting. The tinkle of a bell chimes to announce his entrance. You sit at the front desk bathed in soft ambient lighting, reading a book while petting a snowy white cat. You look up as the bell chimes and give him a smile.

“Hello, welcome in, please let me know if you need anything?”

Xavier nods in acknowledgment and begins to browse, it’s a comfortable silence. You’ve gotten up and now pace around the store restocking shelves. You’re a little ways away from him when you speak again, “I like that book, it’s super cozy and the romance is light but really meaningful. If you want I can give you some recommendations?”

Xavier nods, “sure”

With that you start pulling books from the shelves and briefly explaining their plot and also questioning which books he enjoys. Xavier enjoys hearing you talk, you’re passionate but also curious about his tastes as well. When you finish he asks, “Why’d you open a bookstore?” and you grow bashful as you respond “uhh well I graduated with a literature degree and used to work at a publishing company until I realized I wanted a more…simple life ya know? How about you?”

“I’m a hunter”

“Ooo dangerous stuff, thanks for your service though. What’s your name?”

He responds and you grin and reply, “Thank you, Xavier, come back soon”

The weather has cleared and as Xavier returns to his quiet apartment he feels a warmth climb into him.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ “What’s his name?”

“Her name is Lumi” you correct as Xavier strokes Lumi’s soft fur, “I got her in college and she’s been with me through, like almost everything.”

“That’s a cute name”

“Thanks, it was either that or Twinkle or Ham or Bandaid.”

“Bandaid?”

“Hey I thought it was unique man, it has whimsy to it.”

Xavier chuckles, “it’s definitely out there.”

Xavier begins to frequent your shop, it’s cozy and so welcoming. Sometimes he naps in the bean bag chairs spurring you to wake him when need be. He listens as you read to the kids that come in for your designated reading to children sessions on fridays.

๋࣭⭑ He’s come to greatly enjoy and appreciate your company. You’re friendly and caring but never overbearing. You both talk about books you’ve enjoyed and he smiles as you chatter on about your favorite books, silently filing away the romance books you especially like and purchases them later. At some point you exchange numbers and you talk about everything and nothing. He tells you about the wanderer they faced that morning and the dreadful paperwork that came after. You text him when you can’t sleep and you chuckle as he tells you how maybe all you need is a light midnight snack and some sheep counting.

Maybe you just need some hotpot

Xavier, in what world is hotpot a light snack?

It’s light enough for me

✶ Today you call him and rant about a loud man bothering customers and another awfully picky customer you were helping. He listens thoughtfully, “Would me coming to see you make it a little better?”

“I meannnn if you’re not busy and you insist,” you chirp back gleefully.

He stops by Jeremiah’s shop and asks which flowers are cat friendly. “What do you need flowers for? Are you finally asking her out?” Xavier simply gestures across street, “she had a bad day”

“You guys have been getting awfully close ya know. Are you gonna ask her out?”

“Ask her out?” Xavier hums in thought. He likes you that’s for sure and he also enjoys basking in this quiet warmth you’ve formed together. “Maybe I will” is all he replies.

⛥ Yet when Lumi purrs and rushes him at the entrance and you come up laughing to greet him and gasp at the bouquet he knows exactly what he wants to do next.

Do not repost! and i hope you enjoy :3

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Xavier x bookstore owner reader ݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆

⋆｡°✩ Xavier visits Jeremiah’s flower shop every first saturday of the month and they catch up and reminisce like old friends do. This saturday brightly colored signage decorates the storefront right across the street, it reads “Little Miss Bookshop.” Xavier inquires about it and Jeremiah replies that there’s a bookstore moving in.

✮⋆˙ The next time he comes, the store is set up. Flowers sway softly on the windowsill, revealing within, a quaint book shop with soft lighting and cartoon art painted on the walls. What catches his eye the most though, is the figure standing at the front, tending to the blooms.

“She seems nice, asked to buy some flowers for the shop and which ones were cat friendly” Jeremiah says.

“Cat friendly?”

“Yeah, I think she has one, it’s the shop’s mascot”

⋆˙⟡ Your first meeting occurs on the rainy afternoon that Xavier decides to walk home. He decides it wouldn’t hurt to wait outt the weather and your shop looks so warm and inviting. The tinkle of a bell chimes to announce his entrance. You sit at the front desk bathed in soft ambient lighting, reading a book while petting a snowy white cat. You look up as the bell chimes and give him a smile.

“Hello, welcome in, please let me know if you need anything?”

Xavier nods in acknowledgment and begins to browse, it’s a comfortable silence. You’ve gotten up and now pace around the store restocking shelves. You’re a little ways away from him when you speak again, “I like that book, it’s super cozy and the romance is light but really meaningful. If you want I can give you some recommendations?”

Xavier nods, “sure”

With that you start pulling books from the shelves and briefly explaining their plot and also questioning which books he enjoys. Xavier enjoys hearing you talk, you’re passionate but also curious about his tastes as well. When you finish he asks, “Why’d you open a bookstore?” and you grow bashful as you respond “uhh well I graduated with a literature degree and used to work at a publishing company until I realized I wanted a more…simple life ya know? How about you?”

“I’m a hunter”

“Ooo dangerous stuff, thanks for your service though. What’s your name?”

He responds and you grin and reply, “Thank you, Xavier, come back soon”

The weather has cleared and as Xavier returns to his quiet apartment he feels a warmth climb into him.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ “What’s his name?”

“Her name is Lumi” you correct as Xavier strokes Lumi’s soft fur, “I got her in college and she’s been with me through, like almost everything.”

“That’s a cute name”

“Thanks, it was either that or Twinkle or Ham or Bandaid.”

“Bandaid?”

“Hey I thought it was unique man, it has whimsy to it.”

Xavier chuckles, “it’s definitely out there.”

Xavier begins to frequent your shop, it’s cozy and so welcoming. Sometimes he naps in the bean bag chairs spurring you to wake him when need be. He listens as you read to the kids that come in for your designated reading to children sessions on fridays.

๋࣭⭑ He’s come to greatly enjoy and appreciate your company. You’re friendly and caring but never overbearing. You both talk about books you’ve enjoyed and he smiles as you chatter on about your favorite books, silently filing away the romance books you especially like and purchases them later. At some point you exchange numbers and you talk about everything and nothing. He tells you about the wanderer they faced that morning and the dreadful paperwork that came after. You text him when you can’t sleep and you chuckle as he tells you how maybe all you need is a light midnight snack and some sheep counting.

Maybe you just need some hotpot

Xavier, in what world is hotpot a light snack?

It’s light enough for me

✶ Today you call him and rant about a loud man bothering customers and another awfully picky customer you were helping. He listens thoughtfully, “Would me coming to see you make it a little better?”

“I meannnn if you’re not busy and you insist,” you chirp back gleefully.

He stops by Jeremiah’s shop and asks which flowers are cat friendly. “What do you need flowers for? Are you finally asking her out?” Xavier simply gestures across street, “she had a bad day”

“You guys have been getting awfully close ya know. Are you gonna ask her out?”

“Ask her out?” Xavier hums in thought. He likes you that’s for sure and he also enjoys basking in this quiet warmth you’ve formed together. “Maybe I will” is all he replies.

⛥ Yet when Lumi purrs and rushes him at the entrance and you come up laughing to greet him and gasp at the bouquet he knows exactly what he wants to do next.

Do not repost! and i hope you enjoy :3

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A truly unfortunate accident, when you left your glasses off to take a nap. Leading now to haphazard swinging and flinging hard earned plushies from the claw machine and the cozy patterned sheets when you hear a… CRUNCH! You freeze releasing a groan then a sigh of acceptance when finding the broken lenses and bent frames. Oh well, you were due for a new year pair anyways.

“Cutieee, what’re we doing today?”

“I’m gonna be looking at glasses, I don’t know what you’re doing,” you say, phone pressed between ear and shoulder as you ease on a pair of socks “I broke them.”

“Well then it’s obvious that I’ll be joining you. You’re gonna need someone with an artistic eye”

“Totally right, you know anyone with one?”

Rafayel lets out a pouty huff through the phone at your teasing, “haha very funny but just know your eye wear choice rests in the very capable hands of yours truly!”

The sleek store front is quaint but full of variety. As soon as you both step inside, Rafayel takes your hand and immediately pulls you to the displays. Deeming himself your appointed stylist, he begins picking frames.

“These rectangular shapes suit your face shape cutie, try them or actually let me,” carefully setting them on your face, Rafayel reaches to shift the hair around your face.

“Mmm eh, it looks okay,” you turn your head, examining your face from another angle in the mirror.

“Not to fear, it’d be no fun if the first pair was your pick, try this next” he hands you another pair among a small collection he’d picked out. It continues like that for a while, no pair feels perfect but you’ve selected out a few. Honestly, you’re ready to just pay and leave, after all you’ve never really liked your face with glasses. Of course, he notices, Rafayel can notice the color change between aquamarine and teal.

Poking your cheek he asks “what’s wrong? You look like an unhappy puffer fish.”

“I don’t really care for this ya know, I don’t even really like how glasses look on my face.” With a fake gasp, he pinches your cheek, “I’ll have you know you look beyond words in anything, and even if you can’t see it, anyone with working eyes can.”

He lets go and presses his palms to your cheeks. You smile at the warmth. “You’re just obsessed with me.”

“I am beside myself with you cutie and if you can’t see it then I’ll remind you each time.” A blush rises to your face, slow and soft.

“Okayyy okayyy fine, I pick this one, and now I think your artistic eye is tired and we should go get a sweet treat?” Rafayel grins, “you read my mind.”

do not repost and hope you have some fun reading this <3 first fic too!