#bunix thoughts

[masked-doe]

I'm thinking of my pookie Mystery again :C

Imagine you're out in public; he's being discreet, not trying to get harassed today, especially not with you standing right next to him. He wanted to show you this library cafe that he likes. It's genuinely nice for introverts or those who simply want some quiet.

Your boyfriend is both of those things at the same time. He's showing you all his favorite spots to read while he drinks his tea. The music is soft, but it's clear through the intercoms.

Then your favorite slow song comes on, and you can't help but sway. You're looking for a book to read, and you can't help but move your whole body to the song; soft swaying turns into a one-man ballroom dance.

Mystery turns into the aisle and watches, your relaxed waltz makes something in him break, a tension he hadn't known was there. Your eyes lock, and you give him a big smile, holding your hand, silently beckoning to him. At first, he refuses, enjoying watching also because he doesn't know how. He tells you, and your eyes sparkle, grabbing his hand anyway.

You rest his hand on your waist and the other in your hand. Your free hand lies on his shoulder. One look at his face says he's nervous. You move with the song, starting off slowly. As he starts to understand better, it takes multiple looks at his feet up to your face and back to his feet for him to feel comfortable.

Soon, you two are dancing in the middle of giant bookshelves. He gets more confident, spinning you and taking charge of the dance.

His chest is filled with joy at your laughing face. He can't help but smile, a full smile. Not the smirk he gives to the other boys, not the soft smile like he's afraid more than that will scare you. A full, toothy grin. One that is so pretty on his lips.

You're both too focused on each other to hear the song change. You're too busy dancing to see that the staff there is recording on their phones and taking pictures, and gasping as Mystery's hood slips down, revealing himself fully. Not like he cares anyway.

He'd do this all over again just to see you smile. Though the PR team is now blowing up his phone with forwarded posts of #Mystery'sGirl and #Mysteriouslyinlove.

At least he doesn't have to hide you from his fans. Now, both of you have to hide from your fans.

[masked-doe]

Mystery Saja being so enamored with you. It not loud, it’s a quiet reverence that you have to squint to see.

You never see where his eyes are, but they are always on you. Watching the way your lips form words, or the way they warp when you smile at him. God please keep smiling at him :(.

It makes him feel less like a monster and more like the prince you think he is.

It’s also in the way he listens and never forgets. You complain about a bump in the rug that makes you trip once, the next hour you look and it’s fixed. When you ask him he shrugs and says it got annoying when he walked over it.

You rant about this new collectible item you are hoping to day on it release day, the day of the release a package comes in and it’s the exact thing you ask for in every color it comes in. You gape and ask the boys they all look confused. It isn’t till mystery goes “I knew a guy who owed me a favor, apparently he works for [company].”

When you ask him why he gives a smirk and walks away.

But you don’t notice how in love he is with you till you come home after a harsh day, marching straight to your room to just lie down and maybe cry you don’t know. But when you walk in there are candles lit and beautifully illuminating the room. Your plushies each have different candies in their hands, all your favorites as well. And you comfort hoodie is on the bed washed and ready to be worn.

He emerges from your bathroom, you can smell lavender and rose from your bath tub.

His body stiffens not expecting you to be home so soon.

“Mystery… did you do all of this… for me.” You step turn towards him, you eyes crinkle at the sides as you smile at him makes his breathing easier.

He gives a nod, scared that his voice would ruin the moment by cracking, or even shifting to his demon voice and scaring you away.

“Mystery! That so cute oh my gosh!” You hold you hands out for him to take. He does so gingerly not wanting to come on to strong in his movements.

He’s so close to you, he want to the floor to eat him alive. Why is it that every time he looks at you his ‘heart’ picks up, his palms get sweaty. It’s like his first crush hundreds of years ago. He’s a demon dammit! He’s strong, he strikes fear into the souls of others.

When you push his bangs from his face and look him in his silver eyes he can’t stop the love sick grin that spreads throughout his face.

“I’d do it for you anytime, anything you want, I’ll give to you.” He sighs as you kiss all over his face.

He doesn’t care about what status he has. As long as you’re here happy and safe nothing matters, the shadows don’t, and neither does the voices that haunt him.

“Thank you Myst, I’m gonna clean up and you can help me tackle these snacks, and maybe watch a movie with me?” Before you can say please the tv turns on and your favorite movie is there, the title of it big on the screen.

“We can also watch your favorite show, a new episodes are out and- hmph!” His eyes widen and you kiss his lips. Your perfect pretty lips. He finds himself leaning in more, soon chasing them as you pull away.

“You’re the best, god I’m obsessed with you!” You rush away to the bathroom squealing at all the cute decor he put out, meanwhile he’s short circuiting in the middle of the room. The candles in the room still lit but now shrouded in the shadows. His face is completely red all the way down to his neck.

Why do you insist on making him even more enamored with you :(((.

•

•

•

——————

I uhm I wrote this at work today… now I wanna write about him being kissed stupid

[masked-doe]

Imagine romance who loves to have his hair played with.

Like all the thoughts In his brain are gone. His body melts to yours like chocolate to a wrapper on a hot day in July. He clings to you letting you pet him like a cat. He purrs like a cat too.

“Right there, mmh honey you’re working magic with your fingers, thank you huntr/x for letting stay on this side of the honmoon.” He nuzzles further onto you effectively pinning you to the bed.

You giggle at his dramatics, then your fingers catch on his hair. “You brush your hair yet Roman?”

He shakes his head. “Like when you do it. Makes me feel fuzzy inside.”

You roll your eyes and try to separate it with your fingers. Only for them to catch harder resulting in the best accident you could ever discover.

As you pull to break apart the knot which you do, romance lets out the most pathetic sounding moan. You cackle thinking he faked it just to be annoying.

But when you look at his flushed face staring at you, panting and blinking. You stare back. You both stare as it dawns on you, that was real. A completely authentic reaction to his hair being pulled.

He gets up and walks, no, speeds to your bathroom slamming the door shut behind him.

“Wait romance! We gotta talk about it!” You clamor off the bed trying to open the bathroom.

There is nothing to talk about. You just want to do it again. You open the door and see him looking in the mirror aggressively blushing.

“Oh sweetheart, are you embarrassed?” You coo at him smiling smugly as he glares at you.

He scoffs. Embarrassed?! Please he’s a demon who lures his victims in by making them succumb to unfathomable pleasures.

Of course he’s embarrassed, embarrassed he’s never had his hair pulled, embarrassed he liked it, embarrassed you found out the most unattractive way.

“Can’t believe it.” He murmurs. “Why couldn’t we discover this… kink? Is that the word?” He looks to you for confirmation.

You nod and he keeps going. “This kink sexier, like when we tried bondage.”

You flush at the memory.

“Honey, it’s ok. If it makes you feel better, that was hot.” You rub his arm and he looks at you for a second.

“What?”

“It’s hot, you fall apart so quickly when I just-“ you give another hard pull to his hair and he has to brace himself against the sink.

His knees feel weak. “You don’t understand what you do to me.”

“I think I do.” You reply in a whisper against his ear, that makes him grin.

“Of course you do… hey uhm, you think we can keep this between us?” He bites his bottom lip, giving you the cutest puppy dog eyes.

“Ugh and here I was hoping to do that in public-“ he inhales sharply and shifts. Your jaw drops.

“YOU FREAK!”

“WHAT DO YOU EXPECT?! YOU’RE HOT! AND MY NAME IS ROMANCE!” He huffs and flicks his bangs out of his face. He’s the cutest shade of pink.

You laugh as you back out of your bathroom, he follows making tons of excuses, and trying to recover his pride. But if he’s honest he doesn’t mind that you know his weakness, seeing as yourself his biggest weakness. If you told him you hated him the next day he’d fall on his knees and beg, if you still say no, then he’ll let go. He loves you so much, too much to hurt you.

To much to trap you, too much to let you get by without knowing him, the real him. No matter how cheeky or mischievous you are, you are what makes rebuilding and rebelling worth it. Though it would be great if you stopped pulling his hair, he's incredibly hard right now.

I may or may not be very horn knee on main like I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE

[masked-doe]

A SECOND RAFAYEL HAS HIT THE MEMORY DECKS HFBAVDNSJDBJSBDBDBDBDBDBDBDBDBDB

I HAVE HIS OUT FIT I HAVE HIS OUT FIT!!! 💃🏽💃🏽💃🏽

4 ten pulls!! THATS ALL IT TOOK!

Where was this on his birthday event ✋🙄

[masked-doe]

I MISS MY DRAWING TABLETTTT

I want to draw himmmm SO BAAAD

DHJAGSKAGJSKAVSJJAVS I LOVE HIMMM PLEASEEE GOD JUST GIVE ME MONEY SO I CAN BUY A TABLET TO DRAW HIM 😩

[masked-doe]

https://x.com/love_deepspace/status/1788043592969437601?s=46

Am I a Xavier main now?

….

NO NO! I HAVE DISCIPLINE I SWEAR

[masked-doe]

Ok but like quick break from love and deepspace

BUT ISNT HERRY FROM CLASS OF TITANS SO FUCKING FINEEE

I’d let him Kabedon me to hell and back dbahvdkahdj AND THE WAY HIS SHIRT IS JUST TIGHT ENOUGH TO SEE HIS PECKS DEFINITION DKANKSJABL

Artist may I please get a drawing of him and his himbo energy dgajsvkav 😩🙏🏾

[masked-doe]

IM SO NORMAL ABOUT FICTIONAL MEN….

BY NORMAL IMMEAN A FUCKING PSYCHO BRJAGSKABSJBAJABVSJA I NEED HIM I WANT HIM I LOVE HIM I CANT DO THIS