May I suggest: when they realize they're in love with you OR... first time they tell you "I love you" with the mashle guys?
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ˡᵒᵛᵉ ⁱˢ ᶠⁱᶜᵏˡᵉ, ᵇᵘᵗ ⁿᵒᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ !!
(reader is gn! reader)
mash doesn't consider his feelings for you to be love or not until his friends ask him out of pure curiosity. he knows that he feels something for you, but that's as far as he considers. you make him feel more than most people do, even when you're not doing anything special. if he were to choose spending time with you over making cream puffs, he'd prefer to make cream puffs with you. it's not that fun making them by himself anymore, mash figured.
besides, it's not like mash really knows what love is. there's no solid description of it, but according to his friends, dot especially, it's a strong feeling that makes you want to spend more time with a certain someone or just be near them at any time of the day.
and to mash, he figures he does love you when you poke your head into your dorm room and his heart does a silly jump, but his eyes light up without him knowing. poor mash, not realizing that he's so wrapped around your pinkie that anyone could practically see a dog tail wagging behind him every time he sees you.
finn wants to implode at the mere mention of love. not because he doesn't love you, no. but because he's not sure if he's ready to say it. he doesn't know if he should admit it because he fears that if he does, he'll scare you off. but finn knows he loves you. more than he'd like to admit. even a mere glimpse of you in the hallways or classrooms sends his heart soaring, but finn knows that he loves you because he feels so safe with you.
you're a home he wished he had in his childhood, back when he thought a home was a building. but finn learned that a home is a person's heart, and he's made himself at home in your heart just as much you've found one in his. and he hopes you'll never leave it. there's nowhere else safer for him than in your arms with your hands in his.
finn knows that things will be okay because he loves you, even if he hasn't come around to saying just yet.
there are very few things lance hesitates about. in fact, one might think there's nothing that would make him stumble more than the knowledge that his sister might get a boyfriend one day. but those kinds of people don't know him. they all assume he only has his sister in his mind and nothing else, but that's not true at all.
no, lance hesitates the most when he considers for a brief moment if he truly loves you more than anna. of course, the argument there would be: it's a different kind of love; there's no comparison! but that's not what lance is questions. he doesn't want to be a waste of your time. he doesn't want to look back and realize you were never his first priority when you should've. he doesn't know if he could handle the heartbroken and disappointed look you give him when you realize you weren't his first priority, the first person he thinks of when he wakes up to the last person he thinks of when he falls asleep.
lance knows you should be. and therefore, he questions his love for you. and when he realizes that you're no mere second or third priority in his life, lance feels comforted. only when he is self-assured can he face you as your lover. because you deserved his full devotion.
of course he does; dot has no doubt in his mind that you are the only thing on his mind for a good portion of the day. he daydreams and dreams about you, spends any spare waking moment wondering what you're doing, if you've ate, if you're sleeping well, if you're having a good day, and so on. to dot, you're on a whole different level of vip, even more than his friends and sister. so yes, dot doesn't hesitate to say bold declarations of love because what else could these feelings be?
dot is the picture perfection description of a simp, down bad, head over heels, and rose-tinted glasses all at once. there's really no question behind it when he's grinning like an idiot at a picture of you and him on your latest date, rubbing it into his friends faces and declaring you as nothing short of his heart, soul, and world. and dot's words are only simple and bold because he sees no need to use fancy, illustrating words for the love that burns for you night and day.
abyss loves you like you're the only reason he gets up in the morning. he doesn't even have to open his eyes to think about you; the darkness beneath his eyelids makes him crave your blinding smile and warm embrace immediately. oh, how he longs for the future days where you can wake up in his arms, the mornings and nights when you're the first and last thing he sees. abyss knows he loves you... he craves you in more than mere carnal ways.
abyss has no need of the sun when he has you; abyss has no need of a large manor that he grew up in the basement of when he has you. he needs nothing else but you, and there's nothing that deters him from knowing that he loves you. and he knows you know he loves you because you're so gentle with him, his heart, his body, his soul. there's no amount of words he could say to describe how you make him feel, but all he knows is that you must be a reward, a blessing from the heavens because he had some great and marvelous thing i his past life.
whenever abyss looks at you, he knows. all the trouble and suffering in his childhood was all the more worth it when he found you in his life. found you in the sunlight, humming and swaying with the sunny breeze, sitting there like you had stepped out of a painting, feeling like you were made of silk. how soft and delicate his love is, but stronger than anything else in the universe.
is there truly a word abel could use to describe how he feels around you? was there really a phrase of sorts, something poetic but simple that he could use to explain how painful yet delightful his love for you is? he wonders, truly.
abel is no genius with his feelings, but he knows that you are what he's been looking for. you are the other half of his soul, the puzzle piece that fits the you-shaped gap in his heart; you're simply so perfect for him to love that abel feels like it is a sin to love you. a sin to love you and desire you the way only he could, to crave you and seek you out when he misses the sight and feel of you, perhaps even the taste of your lips on his.
abel is no genius with his feelings, yet he knows that this love between you and him are for the two of you alone. no one else gets to lay a hand on it, lest this love be a sin to anyone else, a maze of torturous wants and needs that could only be fulfilled by you. but they can't have you. because abel has you. therefore, this love is only for you and you alone.
there's very little wirth feels like he needs to prove. he knows he's strong, he knows he's smart and has wealth that his other peers are jealous of. and he knows he loves you.
but does he? does he love you the way you deserve? are you content being loved by him? are you pleased with the love you've found in hi heart, all for you to take and take with no expectations of giving anything in return? perhaps a glance or two his way and maybe a smile will do nicely, wirth thinks. he'll do just about anything and everything that you wish him to do, just as he had for his father who gave him no recognition and no praise for his hard work. you, on the other hand, gave when you weren't required to. you recognized, acknowledged, and praised him beyond words. you touched his heart when no one else wanted to, and now he's so hopelessly yet willingly yours.
wirth knows he will never be happier with anyone else. they could never provide him with what you give him, even if you didn't need to. all your sweet words and touches, warm eyes and hands, down to your very breath seems to sing praises to him, and wirth thrives.
oh please, please ask rayne if he loves you. please ask when he knew he loved you. he begs. he begs and pleads and waits for the day you walk about to him with the cutely curious glint in your eyes, adorably asking him when he knew he loved you because he has an answer. an answer that's been holed up in his pocket like a housekey waiting to be brought out at the end of a tiring day of work.
rayne knew he loved you the moment you came to him in tears, apologizing over and over again until he was more worried you were going to pass out from the lack of air in your lungs than whatever you did wrong. he found it so silly yet lovable that you were so sorry that you spilled your morning coffee on his rabbit handkerchief, knowing he cherished it. but there was nothing more he cherished than you. rayne loves you more than all the money in the world, all the wealth and comfort the world and its people could lay at his feet. why would he need all that when he has you right beside him? don't be silly, he has no thoughts of leaving you, so you shouldn't be either. you were his for the taking to day you sobbed into his chest over spilled coffee on his handkerchief. you were his to love and cherish and keep when he tilted your head up and had the first taste of your lips against his.
there's no love like rayne's, and rayne knows he got you hook, line, and sinker.
ah yes, the one man who acts like you don't mean anything more to him than a housemate and a coworker. orter is insufferably emotionally constipated, so please bless him if he can't show his love for you properly. orter has considered telepathically sharing his thoughts with you whenever he thinks of you and fawns over you in his head, but he doesn't because he knows neither of you will get anything done. you're better off having blind faith that this guy loves you because while you and him think he's being sly and sneaky, his coworkers and especially his brother can see otherwise.
how do you now know that he covers the table with his head when you go under to grab something you dropped? how do you not realize that he has memorized your coffee order top to bottom? how do you not see how he knows how you like your eggs, steak, or any food order that you've made at any restaurant? how do you not see orter madl going above and beyond for you?
the answer is simple: he's never given you a reason to expect anything less. orter, from acquaintance to marriage, never gave you a reason to expect anything less from you because he knew when he met you that you were going to be something else to him. cringey, i know, and he knows too, but there's really no other way to explain it. but because that's the case, you don't see his efforts because orter doesn't want you to. he doesn't want to be praised for something he sees elementary, basic, and put promptly, the lowest standard.
when you have an itch on your back, you flop down on top of him and whine about the itch, writhing like a dog trying to scratch your back against him, begging him for help. he pulls a face, reels his hands back as you squirm, “why must you come to me with such demands? are you not a whole grown adult?”
“because you scratch my back the best,” you whimper. “please?”
he clicks his tongue and puts his phone to the side, “i totally wasn’t in the middle of anything, it’s fine, sure,” he grumbles, but ultimately, he lowers his hand to indeed, scratch your back, hands coming under your shirt to gently, barely, dig his nails in to quell the sensation, listening to your directions of ‘up, left, little lower.’ you mewl and relax against him as he hits the spot giving you the most trouble, and you hear him sigh.
“you’re literally like an animal,” he mutters, but you hear the smirk in his voice.
“woof,” you offer him, stretching happily as the hand scratching your back slowly stops, leaving his thumb to gently smooth over the now warm skin.
“and for the record, i shouldn’t just be the best one who scratches your back- i’d better be the only one.”
you smile and nod, not making a move to get up as his other arm rests on your back, using you as a prop to keep his phone in his hands. he doesn’t say anything, merely keeping one hand to smooth up and down your back, the other thumbing through his phone as you slowly feel your eyes grow heavy from the soft touch and the love in the air.
to be in love with you is to adore you. worship you. to cherish whatever is there about you. to make there sole existence about you and only you.
note: finally writing for mashle and a new addition to my collection!
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ MASH BURNEDEAD !
he likes how smart you are. if he makes up for the strength then you complete him with your intelligence. he loves how everything becomes easy with you. how he doesn’t have to completely rack his one brain cell to do something when he has you. he likes to rely on you — which he doesn’t realise he does. he absolutely adores how quick witted and brilliant you are. he 1000% trust your decisions without a second thought.
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ LANCE CROWN !
he absolutely adores the way you are so caring. so kindhearted and tender. so warm and gentle. most of his life he was not as cared for as his sister was, so when he found himself returning to you again and again to get his wounds fixed and healed. he became attached to your caring attitude. in no time he was absolutely down bad for you. he would time and time again find himself under your care and he wouldn’t deny that he liked every bit of attention he ever got from you.
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ FINN AMES !
it’s your patience. the way you give him time to calm himself down after a breakdown or a crash out. you would sit beside him and just give him all the time in the world to compose himself. he wondered why you have stayed for he was not someone who didn’t fear anything, he was a crybaby yet you would sit with him through it all, like an understanding and patient being. he can only wonder how much patience you hold. how calmly you do things. he can’t help but find himself attached to the comfort you bring.
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ DOT BARRETT !
let’s be honest. he likes cute girls. has a thing for damsel in distress but gosh it’s just something about a woman who could fend for herself that is just too hot — he denies that he doesn’t find strong women hot. he is a big fat liar. he is absolutely taken with how fearless you are. that fighting spirit of yours just turns him on, sending shivers down his spine. the way your hold your ground when fighting it’s just so cool. he could never take his eyes off you. gosh, he is absolutely smitten with you.
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ KALDO GEHENNA !
he is undoubtedly in love with your cooking more than he in love with you. but there is a reason he absolutely adores your cooking is because of his sweet tooth. he likes to pair almost everything he eats with syrup or honey, so when you had for the first time during your relationship cooked him a hearty meal that had the use of sweet syrup he was absolutely smitten. he has almost eaten all the foods you cook. it just satisfies his stomach and his sweet tooth. since than he has stopped pairing combos and eats whatever you cook — except for the sushi and syrup combo he snacks on time to time.
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ORTER MADL !
he doesn’t like to accept such trivial things but he adore the way you perceive things. it’s just your ability to read through everything and be able to have a broader perspective upon almost anything. it must be this inability his, to perceive things, that makes him find how insightful it could be to see things with a perception such as yours. he is always interested in how you see through things and are able to decipher and break it down for him. he always comes to you for a second opinion when he is not sure of himself at times. he would never accept it but when he hears you talk to him to fix the estranged relationship between him and his brother. he dreams to try. he wills to change.
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ RAYNE AMES !
there are many things he likes about you, but there is this one thing in particular that he seems to adore about you. it is but the way you seem to remember the even most trivial of things he chooses to ignore. you keep track of everything and by everything he means from the smallest detail to the biggest detail are but remembered by you without a doubt. you are but a great sport when he forgets his brother’s birthday or a divine visionary meeting. he likes how you resemble a guiding light for you show him the path and clear out the obstacles, that are not clear to him but to you they stand like thorns in his way and you finish them before he could. you are but his special person.
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notes. i don't think this has been done before so here it is. these are all toe-curling fluff gn! reader headcanons btw !
𖥔 ݁ ˖ MASH BURNEDEAD
he likes to kiss your hands. not really great with his words or with his actions, he prefers the most unawkward part to kiss you. out of the blue, mash will take your hand in his and play with it a little, maybe even rubbing some circles with his thumb. then... he'll quickly kiss it. that's only at the start of your romance with him. as your relationship progressed, he'll leave longer kisses on your hands because honestly he loves it when you cup your face with those hands.
𖥔 ݁ ˖ FINN AMES
definitely your cheeks. he finds your cheeks very plum and nice to kiss. it's nice to play with your cheeks too! it's like squishing mochi except it's a very cute mochi and finn absolutely loves this mochi. he's so precious and cute that sometimes he'd lightly rub his cheeks against yours when he hugs you. very much likes to poke your cheeks too. this boy will never stop playing with your cheeks he just loves them so much idk why but i feel like he's into chubby people or people w round faces...
𖥔 ݁ ˖ LANCE CROWN
forehead kisser! when you're busy doing your homework, he goes down to smooch. when you're talking to him, he leans down to smooch. when you're just existing, smooch. his forehead kisses are quick, but they are filled with love everytime. will do it in public, no shame. probably has a dangerous addiction with kissing your forehead everytime. it's like he cannot live without it. after those kisses, lance will always compliment with whatever that's like cheesy enough to make you giggle. he's so prince charming mmm
𖥔 ݁ ˖ DOT BARRETT
lips lips lips. will do anything just to kiss your lips even if it meant to trick you. dot's very sneaky about getting those kisses too. to him, he won't really kiss anywhere else cuz he believes lips are the only way to properly kiss and transfer his love and affection to you. whether it's a quick or a makeout session, he never fails to pour so much love in them. oh yeah he gets red after kissing you so much and covers it with his pride while telling himself he's cool and stuff. this boy is the type to lean his forehead on yours just to look into your eyes after he's done kissing you too.
𖥔 ݁ ˖ LEMON IRVINE
lemon loves to kiss your entire face. she cannot resist cute things or the sort, and you're so very cute to her. of course she'd shower your WHOLE face with kisses! every day, lemon gets a cuteness overload upon seeing you and just boom. shower kisses all over your face. if she wears a dark shade of lipstick, your entire face will be full of her kisses imprints, not that you mind though. she gets extremely shy after bursting with those kisses though, so make sure to show the same amount of love for lemon babygirl!
𖥔 ݁ ˖ RAYNE AMES
this is weird, but anywhere with your moles. he finds moles very interesting and endearing, believing in the mole myth where your past lover kissed you most on your mole spots. if your past lover kisses you at that one spot so much, that means that's the best spot, rayne believes so. your moles do not lie though, he finds it lovely to kiss your moles. who knows... maybe he loves to kiss the moles under your fabric too 🤫 he doesn't only kiss those specific mole spots though, he'll kiss your lips a lot too.
𖥔 ݁ ˖ ORTER MADL
a classic temple kisser. aka, the side of your head. orter will gently grab your chin or head or move your shoulders to the side jusso he could kiss your temples. he'll shift your hair aside too, if they're in the way. after kissing your temples, he pulls you in a long long insanely long hug. just for him to kiss your temples or your head even more. for some reason he likes to quietly rub your temples for you too. yay, free temple massage from the best massager himself!
𖥔 ݁ ˖ ABEL WALKER
i feel he'd be clingy in a way, yk. so, when abel clings onto you, he adores kissing your shoulders. he's not really good with kissing elsewhere because he thinks that he'd end up doing something wrong but if it's your shoulders, he doesn't mess it up. it's a comfort thing for him to do, to lean his chin on your shoulders then bury his face into your shoulders to kiss them. very often the lang prefect will sneak up and hug you from behind and ofc, kissing your shoulders.
𖥔 ݁ ˖ ABYSS RAZOR
wherever you let him. he doesn't know what to do when it comes to kissing or affection at all. you're always the one kissing him and showing him love so he doesn't really have a favourite spot to kiss you. if he does want to kiss a very specific place, he'll ask for you and you'll allow him, since he rarely ever kisses those places. i think he prefers hands or somewhere on the face though, like your cheeks or nose. well abyss is still learning and trying 🥹
synopsis. rayne ames can’t stop staring at you tonight, which is strange, considering the fact that he loathes your guts.
pairing. rayne ames x fem!reader, | wc. 4.1k | genres. haters to lovers, tension, jealousy, rayne's hot and obsessed and reader's in denial | warnings. reader wears lipstick but it's mentioned once at the end, they make out what's new (it's good for my the soul), a bit suggestive
notes. tbh this wasn't supposed to be as long as it is. what a yap fest. blame my hormones and the weeknd. this is ugly and i hate it but it will have to do while i continue working on other fics.
you can’t comprehend why he’s here. the rest of the student body can’t either because the moment he walked through those doors all eyes were on him.
you’re positive that rayne ames had to have some devil whispering in his ear. how else would he be convinced to attend a grand event such as this one? dancing? socializing? it’s not his style, especially when he knows that every guy and girl within a ten foot radius would be jumping at the chance to have his attention.
you’re point is proven right in the next three seconds. you can already spot girls batting their eyelashes at him. you can see them trying to coerce him into a dance. on any other day you’d scoff at their fawning over an asshole like rayne.
however, you can’t seem to bring yourself to say that tonight. rayne’s half blonde, half jet black hair is styled in a wet curtain cut with long loose strands falling in front of his forehead. he wears a black two piece suit with the coat sporting various decorations.
there are two sets of silver chains that are pinned just below each one of his shoulders. each set is comprised of five chains. one directly connects a line between two metallic circles. two chains of varying lengths begin at one button before swooping a short distance down the front of rayne’s coat before linking back to the second circle that hangs lower than its counterpart. the remaining three chains follow the same pattern except they droop down the side of his arm, nearing the peak of the dip at the middle of his upper arm and rising back up to the coat’s shoulder pads that have sleek silver suns on top of them.
under the jacket, the visionary dons a white dress shirt that is tucked into his pants. however, the piece is damn near transparent, and the top buttons remain undone, exposing some of the skin of his torso. to finish the look off, rayne wears one singular necklace with a sword pendant.
you hate it, and you hate whoever styled him because tonight he's a dangerously gorgeous devil that's making your heart pound at an embarrassingly alarming rate. your eyes are glued to him no matter how badly your mind screams at you to look away. yet just as you can't tear your gaze away from him, rayne is equally unable to focus on anyone else that isn't you.
he inhales a deep breath of air before carving a path to your position at the food table. the alarms in your head go off in panic. you can't exactly play off the fact that you were so blatantly ogling him so instead you own up to it, masking your flustered expression with a glare in his direction.
"well if it isn't the devil himself." you taunt when he nears, soaking in the half blonde's formal look one more time. "what made you decide to crawl out of hell tonight?"
"i could ask you the same thing." rayne answers bluntly, and you scowl because he knows that you hate when he turns your snarky comments back on you.
"why'd i even bother?" you roll your eyes with a scoff, directing your attention to bite-size appetizers in front of you.
"let me know when you find the answer to that." the visionary responds, causing a muscle in your cheek to twitch in irritation.
rayne doesn’t move from his spot. in fact, he’s standing so close to you that your arm brushes against the black fabric of his coat and the cold silver chains on the side of his arm.
"can you move?" you snap, annoyed because now your senses are being filled with his scent—an intoxicating mix of cinnamon and cardamom that makes your mind go fuzzy.
"i can't have food?" rayne cockily raises an eyebrow at you before randomly picking up a tomato basil puff off the plate. he chews it thoughtfully, and through the micro expressions of his face, you come to understand that he is pleased with its taste.
you bundle your fists tightly to release some of your nerves. a breath of air enters your lungs to steady yourself. you remind yourself to not get swept up in his games. rayne ames will not ruin your night. all of these affirmations lead you to the decision to leave him by the food table.
however before you can do that, the music slows to an end, and people take it as a sign to scramble for a partner before the next piece starts up again. as for you, you're immediately confronted by a tall blonde boy in your grade. he kindly extends a hand out to you that’s shaking very discreetly. "may i have this dance?"
you mentally grimace because you're still on edge due to rayne, but you don't have the heart to turn the guy down when he so obviously worked up the courage to come up to you. reluctantly, you accept his offer with a meager nod, and as he takes you by the hand, you involuntarily glance back at rayne, who has been staring the entire interaction down like a hawk.
the boy leads you to an open spot on the dance floor and doesn't hesitate to take the lead once a graceful waltz composition begins. you try to pay attention to the guy's little ramblings about duelo as you glide across the floor, but your mind wanders back to rayne.
what would it be like to have his hand on your back or your hand interlocked with his? would it light a blaze upon your skin? why do you even want to find out?
your eyes drift across the expanse of the enormous ballroom, scanning for that half blonde pain in your ass. after several moments of searching, you find rayne standing off to the side, back leaned against one of the pillars. he switched his food out for apple cider in a champagne glass. he stands with max land and other faces you aren't familiar with. whatever conversation they're having, rayne isn't following; his sole focus is on you and only you.
there's something dark lurking beneath his eyes. the intensity of his gaze generates shivers down the line of your spine. you think that the glass in his hands might shatter in his grip.
"are you alright?" your partner questions, and it brings your concentration back onto him. "are you cold?"
you present him a tight grin. "i'm good. you don't have to worry about me."
the boy in front of you accepts your answer without any suspicion and continues leading the dance until the song finally comes to an finishes. yet even when the waltz ends, and you thank your partner for the dance, he sticks by you. that's fine. he’s a nice guy who means no harm, but because you're severely distracted right now, he is the last thing on your mind.
he gently guides you through the room, keeping a hand on the small of your back protectively as you squeeze between the crowd. you force yourself to engage in conversation with the friends he introduces you to. you laugh at the appropriate times and give your two cents into a topic should it be deemed necessary, all in attempt to ignore the burning sensation of eyes drilling into the back of your neck. each time you catch him, rayne doesn't dare to avert his gaze. he’s shameless in that matter. he'll maintain this eye contact with you until you're the first one to tear away with your face a burning mess.
as the night progresses, you're losing the patience to withstand it. the guy in front of you. rayne. thoughts of rayne. your head is swirling in confusion, and you need new air and silence in order to calm yourself.
when you're sure rayne isn't watching, you dismiss yourself from your partner with a pathetic excuse that you need to quickly use the washroom that he buys instantaneously. and when the crowd hides you completely, you sneak off in the total opposite direction of the restroom.
you navigate your way through the venue until you find the exit that leads to gardens in the back. you pay no mind to party raging behind you, only straying yourself further and further from the noise until you're met with silence. it's only then that you're able to feel your heart slowing down it's pace.
you continue wandering until you find a gazebo hidden deep within the gardens. the structure is surrounded by flowers of varying colors and species. its posts are wrapped in vibrantly green vines. there are no seats built into it, but it will have to suffice as a place to rest and cool your head.
you lean back into one of the wooden posts, shutting your eyes as you inhale the scent of cold, wet, grassy air. when the brewing storm in your mind finally calms, all that remains is a certain divine visionary.
never in all of your years of knowing rayne ames would you have ever thought your emotions involving him would end up conflicting like this. you loathe him; you have since the day you met. so you can't seem to fathom what changed tonight. can it really be all because of a mere suit and new styling of his hair? how pathetic.
and his eyes… those damn yellow eyes that follow your every move. how can they ignite a fury of butterflies in your stomach?
and you don't even have the time to figure it out before your ears pick up on the sound of frantic footsteps and rattling chains that encroach closer and closer to you. your eyes fling wide open, and your body instantly freezes at the sight before you.
rayne ames stands in front of the garden gazebo, chest quickly rising and falling as he pants out breaths that turn visible in the cold winter air. his styled hair isn't as kept as it was before. it's lost its volume and his loose strands of hair cling to his skin, most likely due to the thin coat of sweat that you can barely see under the dim moonlight. yet, he still looks so incredibly breathtaking. the half blonde's eyebrows are brought together in a mix of relief and worry, and you don't know what to make of it.
you don't get it anymore. what is he doing? what is his goddamn game? why, just why, is he standing before you?
the reason behind rayne’s appearance at the winter ball is so incredibly petty that he’s ashamed to even admit it out loud. he had overheard a blonde on the duelo team claim that he was going to dance with you that night.
the irritation that arose in the pits of his stomach during that moment could not be described. did that fool really think he stood a chance with you? you were completely out of his league.
the thought of you dancing with another man haunted rayne for days. each time it crossed his mind, he’d get so annoyed that he’d snap the quill he was writing with into two pieces.
it was stupidly impulsive to come to this ridiculous school ball. rayne knew that, but a part of him was desperate to find out what would happen. could the blond fool pull it off, and what were you going to do if he did? he's well-aware that you aren't his lover or his friend, and yet that didn't seem to stop him from being concerned about matters involving you.
it’s truly a puzzle because rayne is so positive of the fact that he hates you, but the moment he walked through the entrance, all certainty of that fact became debatable again.
he stands before you, separated by the crowd of students who are just as shocked as you are. he can tell that you hadn’t expected for this. and with your eyes locked onto each other, you both enter a new dimension—one where everyone else fades away.
in a sea of blurred, barely present faces, you are the only one that was clear, a face so beyond the words of beautiful. rayne feels like he had the air knocked out of his lungs. is his heart speeding up, or is it stopping? he can’t tell anymore. he’s losing his senses. to combat that, he takes a deep breath of air.
rayne doesn’t even see the girls tugging at his arms or the guys trying to start up a conversation. it’s only you, and like an iron attracted to a magnet, his feet pull him to where you are before he has the chance to realize it.
you’re quick with your snarky comments that attempt to drag him, but even then, you're beautiful. it's baffling how hopeless of a fool he is for you. it’s a miracle that rayne has half the mind to retort your jabs, and he is definitely glad that the food table acted as a cover up.
however, the visionary’s mood sours when that damn blond duelo player comes up to you, asking for a dance a whole lot earlier than he anticipated. rayne can’t make out your expression, but he does notice the nod of your head and the way you extend your hand to slide onto his, but not without giving the half blond a glance back.
rayne's gripping the edge of the table so tightly his knuckles go white. as you leave, another girl walks up to rayne, and he flat out ignores her, picking off a champagne glass from a server that happens to walk by him.
trying to cool his head, rayne ames finds max land in a matter of seconds, and he opts to stick by him. he doesn’t engage in any form of conversation with max, despite the multiple times his best friend has been trying to get his attention.
he'll apologize for it later, but every drop of focus that rayne possesses is on you as you move along the floor. the blond is talking your ear off, and the visionary is aware that you aren't fully listening because your eyes keep drifting back to him.
the fact that rayne doesn’t ever tear his eyes off you has you looking away in nervousness. it’s so unlike you. you’re always so confident in your confrontations against him, but it appears to be different tonight. it seems like everything is.
the longer he stares the more rayne hates the hand that is gently wrapped around yours. he hates the smiles that the blond duelo pulls from you simple because he is simply not worthy of them. he hates that even after the stupid waltz is over you're dragged to meet his friends.
the visionary has no right to be feeling like this, especially after all the verbal arguments and harsh words. but each time you look at him tonight with those star-filled eyes, rayne swears that he'll make it up to you for the rest of your lives.
"rayne, the suit is amazing. where'd you get it from? i haven't seen anything like it." one of max's friends asks, which finally drags the half blond's attention away from you.
"ryoh grantz." he replies dryly.
"you got this from the light cane?!"
"that's what i said, didn't i?" the visionary glares, visibly annoyed.
"oh. y-yeah." the guy chuckles awkwardly, rubbing the nape of his neck. it's then when he realizes that any attempt of conversation with rayne ames is futile so he switches the topic.
when the half blond drags his eyes back to you, he nearly loses grip on the champagne glass that he's been holding for a while. "she's gone." rayne mutters to himself, yet somehow over all the noise, max hears him.
max land peers over the crowd, finding the spot where you last stood. the blondie you were with is huddled with his friends, but you are no longer in sight. the brown haired boy hums. "i think your staring scared her off."
rayne narrows his eyes at his friend who only raises his hands in defense. the divine visionary scans the entire room, expecting you to be gathered with a different group of people, but you're not. you're not in here at all. "damn it." he curses with a hiss, ditching max to search for you.
if his best friend protests or calls for rayne, he doesn't hear it. max is the least of his concerns right now.
he leaves the empty glass onto the nearest table and begins a distraught search. he does a lap around the entire room, thinking that it'll make you appear again, but his efforts bear no fruit. he wanders up and down the halls, giving everyone he passes a quick glance, only to find that they're not you.
rayne finds an entrance that leads to the back gardens, and he's praying that you're somewhere there. he doesn't know how long he spends running around. his dress shirt is sticking to his skin, and his hair is falling out of place. the venue for the ball is so far behind him to the point that he can't even hear the music or noisy chatter anymore.
despite the burn in his calves, he pushes deeper into the gardens, jogging until a gazebo catches his eye. it's hard to see in the moonlight, but rayne swears that he sees the shadow of a figure. it's his last hope; he's praying that it's you.
the half blond jogs up to the steps. the chains of his suit rattle as he does so. he realizes then that it is you. relief, worry, and anger hit him all at once, but in your eyes, he can't say the same. there is no malice, only confliction, and rayne decides right then and there.
he's going to open his heart to you.
"what are you doing here, rayne?" you ask, practically defeated.
"what about you?" he snaps back harsher than he ever has before. he takes angry steps up the stairs. "it's fucking freezing, and you decide to come out here alone. do you even realize how far the venue is right now? do you know how much i was-" rayne stops himself mid-sentence, curling his fists by his side.
"no, tell me." you demand, walking closer to him. "what is it? you are always so blunt. what's stopping you now, huh? spit it out."
"i was worried about you." he answers quietly.
your heart swells when you hear it, but you choose to suppress it instead because that can't possibly be right. "worried?! why on earth would you ever be worried about me? you hate me, rayne ames, and i hate you. all we ever do is torment each other. it's exactly why you kept staring at me tonight. i couldn't focus on anything but you. that's what you wanted, right? you wanted me off my guard? well, congratulations asshole. you won. now leave me alone."
"no." the boy in front of you sternly denies.
"no? god, you have some fucking nerve-" you fume.
"i'm not leaving you alone." rayne clenches his jaw, staring deep into your eyes. you force yourself to swallow. "i haven't left you alone since the day we met, and i'm not leaving you alone now."
you scoff, trying to push past rayne, but he blocks your path. "move, rayne."
he ignores you altogether. "you want to know why i'm so worried about you, hm? here's your answer." rayne's voice is low, almost dangerous as he speaks. he steps closer to you, nearly pressing your bodies together. the heat that radiates off him is electrifying.
"you've been stuck in my head for the last week, and it's all because of that blond buffoon on the duelo team." rayne scowls. "i heard him. i knew that he wanted to dance with you, and it pissed me off. i couldn't imagine his hand on your back or his hand on yours without feeling my blood boil, and i hated every second that you were with him tonight. it was torture."
"jealousy?" you breathe out, trying to belittle him as you do so, but you fail miserably when your eyes dart to rayne's lips. "you might as well be obsessed with me."
"maybe i am." rayne's hand reaches up to trail the pearls of your necklace. his hand then moves further up your neck, fingers gently tickling your skin as they pass before resting on the side of your throat. "i might've been obsessed with you the moment your pretty little mouth started talking back to me. hell, i might even be in love with you."
in that moment, you feel your breath hitch. your eyes open wider in disbelief, and that doesn't deter the divine visionary in front of you at all. you try reading him, trying to find any sort of sign that this whole thing is a joke, but deep down you know. you said it yourself moments earlier. rayne's honest and blunt to a fault. he wouldn't say something he doesn't mean.
"the sight of you is enough to bring a man to his knees. you have me wrapped around your finger, (y/n). just say the word, and i'll be yours."
you don't know when rayne's face had gotten so close, but you can feel his breath fanning along yours. you can indulge in that cardamum and cinnamon scent that brings your brain to a high.
"rayne..." you whisper, brushing the loose strands of hair away from his forehead even though they return to the same place they were once before.
and as he admires you with those eyes, eyes that look at you as if you created the world and spun it on its axis, you surrender. you close the gap between the two of you because you're tired.
you're tired of acting like the thought that you want him has never crossed your mind. you're tired of acting like he's isn't stupidly hot whenever he puts you in your place, you're tired of pretending that you've never wanted to slam your lips against his just to shut him up.
rayne said he might've been obsessed with you from the moment you started arguing with him. well, you might've been obsessed with him when you realized that he wasn't going to tolerate any of your attitude. it's probably why you constantly picked fights with him. all the tension and unspoken words and lust came as a result. it was bound to boil over eventually.
you told yourself to not get swept up in him, and yet here you are, completely drowning. you chase each other like you're both starved. the kiss so desperate and powerful that rayne backs you up into one of the gazebo posts. the contact makes you gasp, and rayne uses it as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. you'll have to press him about this later. for a guy who avoids women like the plague, he sure knows how to kiss you to euphoria.
your senses are so overloaded that you grip onto the open fabric of rayne's white dress shirt to keep you up. it effectively pulls him closer, making him groan. you lightly trail your nails down the exposed skin of his chest. you feel the visionary shiver before you, and you know that he's putty in your hands. you continue that path down, feeling the faint outline of his abs through his shirt.
rayne pulls away only to continue burning hot kisses down your neck and onto your collarbone. he nips and sucks on your skin, and you know that it's sure to leave marks, but in the moment, you can't help but whine his name. you let him have his fun until the feeling of missing his lips on yours is overbearing.
you force rayne up by his chin, and he almost looks disappointed. you smirk once you notice the smearing of lipstick on his face and the uneven rhythm of his breathing.
"what a mess you are." you tease, toying with rayne's bottom lip with your thumb.
"do you really have to do this right now?" rayne complains lightheartedly, all while placing kisses onto the inside of your palm, making you giggle.
"always." you wink, and your hands wander back down to his chest. "kiss me?"
rayne cups one half of your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. "always." he replies, diving into the addiction that is you once more.
A/N: Starting S2 cause I'm emotionally depressed and I can't wait for S3. Reached ep 4 so I don't know all of what's happened so forgive me for this mess.
Pairing: Mash Burnedead x Otherworldy!F!Reader
CW: Kinda spoilers for the show I guess but I have gotten spoiled on some things of my own free will watching compilations of this cutie bean~
SFW short fic, fluff, angel/demon/otherworldly cosmic reader whipped for Mash, some swears, and creampuffs.
NO REPOSTING, PLAGIARIZING, TRANSLATING, AI USAGE AND OR BOT/AGELESS BLOGS ALLOWED. Reblog like and follow please and thanks.
"What are you exactly?" He naively asked you, the young lady floating from on high with singed skinny wings one day while he was working out in the forests surrounding his home. "Are you what they call an angel?"
Your smitten smile got him feeling all warm and fuzzy inside for some strange reason as you floated down slowly, your eyes flashing eternal night with the pupils of sapphirc splendor. "Sure let's go with that."
"Would you like some cream puffs? I made them myself." He suddenly pulled out a wrapped basket right out from behind. His eyes sheened with delight at how your face literally glowed as your stuffed cheeks turned pink.
"These are the best things I've ever had~!" Your wings wrapped around him in the sense of an embrace, his heart racing at how close your smiling face got. "You're cute, strong, and can cook. You're perfect." You kissing him on the lips truly did made his mind short circuit and drool as he stuttered like the cutie bean he truly is.
So many days followed suit spent the same way. You admiring him whether it be his workouts or him cooking when his Pops wasn't around. You asked him to keep your hangouts a secret and he agreed straight away so long as you could taste test his creampuffs with him.
The last time you saw him was the day before everything changed. Blessing him with a ring on a chain you had him hide under his attire. "This is my promise to you. That I love you. As my friend, confidant, and chosen other. I hope in time you too feel the same way. Until we meet again, my beloved Mash~" Your parting kiss to him left him stunned yet heart lorn at watching you turn into literal feathers, blown away by the sudden cold winds.
So he carried you in his spirit as he was thrust into the story of his life, from attending Easton Academy to striving to become a Divine Visionary in order to return to his peaceful life together with Pops. He could still feel you with him through all them twists and turns, watching from afar and on high, knowing he would be all right in the end.
Then came the day when all hell broke loose. Literally. When Lemon, dear sweet Lemon, kissed Mash fully on them lips. Your self-restraint broke. Your already singed feathers floating down from the stormy skies eroded into cosmic dust as said dust swirled together and fused into your physical form, literally coming in between those two, outlined in envious fury.
"Whether it's the Magia Lupus, the Divine Visionaries, or all of Absolute Zero, I will decminate any who dares try to take him away from me!" Your layered demonic voice causes the grounds to quake, shattering windows, cracking the walls, as otherworldly magic to rival that of God's struck down from the stormy skies and energy waves of the etheral and infernal kind knocked everyone else back, on their knees, in anxious fear.
"Please don't hurt my friends." Mash's calloused hand always felt gentle when he touched you, patting you on the head. "I've missed you." His comfy embrace literally deflated your towering monster form back to human as you wept, clawing at his back desperately as you missed him too, as the world started settling down once more.
"There there, it's okay." His usual monotone was dabbed with understanding and care. "Here, have a creampuff." Pulling a big one out from under his uniform robes, he looked so elated watching you eat with tears of joy running down your face when he gestured to you for his alarmed friends. "This is Y/n, my guardian angel."
Finn was gobsmacked, white as a ghost sheet. "Your angel is a literal demon!"
"That's fine by me." Mash retort dully.
"SERIOUSLY!?"
Dot was straight up pissed. "HOW COME YOU'RE LANDING GIRLS LEFT AND RIGHT, HUH!? SAVE SOME FOR THE REST OF US, YOU JACKASS!"
"You're desperate, man." Mash bluntly put it.
"EVEN THE HERO GETS LONELY, MAN!"
Lance looked the most calm besides Mash about this. "Honestly, this isn't the most surprising thing that's happened. You always draw in all kinds of people, don't you?"
Mash blinked owishly, cocking his head to the side, a bulb lighting up above his head. "Uh ... I guess so."
"Still as air headed as ever."
Lemon screeched, broken hearts in her eyes. "Mash! Why didn't you tell me you were already taken!? You're supposed to be dating me, marry me, have kids with me! How could you do this to me!?"
"Lemon, you're my friend. That's enough for me."
"IT'S NOT THOUGH!"
"But," he pulled out the worn out chain with the plain ring glinting from the sunshine as he held it between his fingers. "This is a promise." He turned to you, tints of red on his cheeks, as he held the ring to you. "And now I make it my promise to you. As friends, confidants ... and my chosen other. Because ... I love you too."
Your tears of joy water up your smile as you hugged his neck, nuzzling your wet cheek against his. "Mash, thank you."
Lemon fell to her knees, waterworks of dismay creating puddles underneath, as the others passed out in utter shock. Onlookers comprised of their schoolmates spotted the magicless Mash getting smothered by the mystery glowing lady doting pecks all over his melting face as his friends looked so done.
featuring: dot, , abel, rayne, odler, mash, lance. finn x gn! reader
note: I opened a patreon if you want to support me, and also there will be extra , spicier and special content that I will post there <3.
summary: will mashle boys gift or receive roses?
genre: fluff || event || patreon
✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇
-Because mash is someone who values honesty, kindness, and simplicity, and he would likely see roses as a traditional and romantic gesture to express his affection he would more likely gift roses rather than receiving.
-He would approch the situation with genuine sincerity, wanting to express his affection in a clear and uncomplicated way.
-Mash would take the time to carefully select the roses, choosing the freshest and most beautiful ones he can find.
-Since he is a new one to buying roses he might seek advice from others or do some research to ensure he picks the right color and variety that symbolizes his feelings.
-He would probally add a personal touch to the gift, such as adding a little handwritten note expressing his feelings in his own earnest way.
-When delivering the rose, Mash would likely do so directly and without any grand gestures. He might approach his partner with a genuine smile and hand them the bouquet, simply saying something heartfelt like, "I got these for you because... well, because I like you a lot."
✦ 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄
-Lance would want to make a memorable and grand gesture to express his affection. He might plan an elaborate surprise to ensure that the moment is both romantic and unforgettable.
-When choosing the rose Lance would opt for a large bouquet of roses, maybe in a vibrant and eye-catching color like red or pink to convey passion and romance.
-He might even go the extra mile to find rare or exotic varieties to impress his partner.
-He would choose a picturesque location or create a romantic ambiance for the occasion
-Lance would likely accompany the gift of roses with a heartfelt declaration of affection. He might express his love in a bold and poetic manner, leaving his partner in no doubt about the depth of his feelings.
✦𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍
-Given Finn's reserved and serious demeanor he might be more likely to receive roses from his significant other rather than gifting them.
-He is not be as comfortable with openly expressing affection in grand gestures like gifting roses.
-So when he received the roses, he expressed a quiet surprise and a slight blush.
-Finn would thank you, and he will convey his appreciation with a genuine smile and a soft-spoken "Thank you," showing that he values the sentiment behind the gift.
-He takes his time to observe the rose appreciating their beauty and symbolism.He might reflect silently on the significance of the gesture and what it means for his relationship with his partner.
-While Finn may not be one to openly express his emotions, receiving the roses would likely touch him deeply, so he expressed his feelings
-He would probally put the roses in fresh water to keep them around him allowing them to brighten his surroundings and serve as a reminder of your love and thoughtfulness.
✦𝐃𝐎𝐓
-Being a perceptive and observant person, Dot , would first notice that their significant other admires roses or finds them meaningful.Dot might pick up on subtle cues or expressions of interest from their partner.
-He would do a meticolous planning, in which he ensures that every detail is gone through.
-He would research every type of roses and their meaning to select the most appropriate variety for their partner.
-He would choose a quiet moment to present the roses, perhaps during a private and intimate setting where they can express their feelings without drawing too much attention.
-He would accompany the deliver of the roses with a sincere heartfelt expression of their feelings choosing their words carefully to ensure they resonate with their partner.
✦𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋
-He is more likely to gift roses than to receive them, because he considerate it a gesture of affection and aprecciation.
-Abel would take the time to carefully consider the gesture, wanting to ensure that it's meaningful and well-received. He might pay attention to your preferences and interests to choose the perfect moment for the gift.
-He would choose the bouquet with care opting for a bouquet that reflects his partner's personality and style. He might select a mix of your favorite colors or varieties, or he might choose a single type of rose that holds special significance to you.
-He most likely add a personal touch to the gift, perhaps by hand-picking the roses himself or arranging them into a beautiful bouquet.
-He would also include a handwritten note expressing his feelings and appreciation for his partner.
-He doesn't often smile but for you, he will. He would present the bouquet with a genuine smile, conveying his affection through his actions and words.
-He would also say a few words to express gratitude for your presence in his life and the happiness you bring him.
✦𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄
-He has a thoughtful and considerate personality, this makes him likely to express his affection through meaningful gestures like giving roses to someone he cares about.
-Rayne would pay close attention to your preferences and interests, including any hints you may have dropped about liking roses or flowers in general.
-He would carefully plan the gesture considering the timing and presentation to ensure it is meaningful and well-received.
-He would take the time to select the perfect bouquet of roses, choosing a variety that holds significance or symbolism for your relationship.
-He would also add a personal touch, by making a little love letter to you. Expressing his feelings and appreciation for you.
-He would choose a quiet and intimate moment to present to you the gift allowing you and him to to share the moment togheter.
-Along with the roses he would express his love and gratitude for you verbally , emphasizing the depth of his feelings and the importance of your relationship to him.
✦𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐑
-He would most likely be direct about his feelings and his love gestures.
-First he would approach the situation with confidence and decisiveness. He wouldn't hesitate to express his feelings and intentions clearly.
-He would select a single rose, likely in a bold and vibrant color like red to convey passion and intensity.
-He would also choose a high-quality rose to reflect his own standards of excellence.
-Odler would deliver the rose with a boldness and determination making his intentions clear since the begging.
-He would approch you with a direct gaze and a confident stride, holding out the rose as a symbol of his affection.
-He would also accompany the gift with a sincere expression of his feelings. He would speak from the heart, conveying his admiration and appreciation for you in his own assertive way.
-He would also be likely to fill your bed with roses in a valentine day and make love right there with you.
✦𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐎
-He would plan an extravagant and elaborate setup for presenting the rose to you
-He will choose a picturesque location or create a romantic ambiance with decorations, candles, and music.
-He would also carefully select the perfect rose, opting for a luxurious and visually striking bloom.
-He would choose a rare or exotic variety to impress his partner and make the gesture even more memorable. Like blue roses.
-He would also accompany the gift of the rose with a poetic and romantic declaration of his feelings
-He might recite a heartfelt love poem or deliver a passionate speech expressing his adoration for his partner.
