#✧*:･ﾟ✧:･yurinna yapping session･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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Notes: He's such a loser husband I love it!

𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 Reca being a total yapper about films, when it comes to the pipeline of making films, what they used to do back when technology wasn’t as advanced as it is now, or just pointing out deep scenes in movies.

Just overall a yapper husband that only you could handle. But the annoying part is his stupid tapes, always running through them and leaving a mess (in the room specifically he made for them). You always lecture him about cleaning up after he gets the urge to look through them all.

Right now, you want a smack on the head. It’s such a pain, you feel a vein pop out, getting stuck in them especially when he decides to rave over how the tapes out you stuck and restrain (the only reason you aren’t ripping them to shreds is because he loves them so much).

“Reca will stop gawking and help!” You feel a vein popping soon while he stares lovely down at you, an amazed expression like one you would make at an art museum. “You’re so pretty like this! Like a movie masterpiece!” He was obsessed over this sight of you, he must, no he needs to capture this sight of you!

Looking at the picture of you like that always makes his nosebleed, it's just too cute! No matter how many times you tell him to throw it away he won’t, worse, he’ll keep it in his wallet for “safe” keeping.

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💫Notes: please...Amphores men are majestic

𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 Phainon devotion to you

"Your eyes, are they alright? you've been staring at me like that."

A look of love, adoration, his life, a gaze only directed at you, even if your expression is full drowsiness, your hair is slightly messy with your clothes ruffled as you sat at the edge of the bed looking down at him on one knee with one of your legs placed on his shoulder under his jurisdiction—even going as far as to lay his cheek against your ankle.

A soft chuckle escapes his lips, muffled against your skin, sending a gentle warmth spiralling upward. “I could stare for hours,” he murmurs, his voice low and reverent. “For once, allow me to be selfish and greedy for you. I want to be the only one who gazes at you like this.”

You feel the heat rise to your cheeks, a protest forming on your lips, but it falters when his gaze locks onto yours. Those eyes—earnest and unyielding—make it impossible to look away.

“You’re ridiculous,” you mumble, the words tumbling out faster than you intended, your tone sharper than you meant.

A smile tugs at the corners of his lips, unbothered by your flustered deflection. In fact, he seems to revel in it, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your ankle as he lets out a soft, amused hum. “Ridiculous, am I?” he repeats, tilting his head slightly, the movement brushing his cheek against your skin.

"you are." you slightly snap, avoiding his gaze as if the floor held some profound answer to your predicament. “Who says things like that? It’s embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing?” he teases, his tone light but his eyes still holding that unbearable intensity. “Or is it because you know it’s true?”

Your lips part to offer up some rebuttal on the tip of your tongue, but he doesn't give you the chance. His hand inched a little higher still until it came to rest just above your knee now, grounding you firmly in this present moment.

“Do you really think I care if you’re messy, flustered, or even rude to me?” he asks, his voice softening, the playful edge melting into sincereness. “I’d take you like this, or any other way, as long as it’s you. That’s all that matters to me.”

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𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 repainting Mydei's markings

"Stay still, Mydei," you mutter under your breath, yet the room is quiet enough for him to definitely. You were tired, he even advised you to not wake up so early did you listen? not this time. You wanted to see him off and the excuse you could use to wake early is the markings on his toned body are beginning to fade—quite literally needing a fresh coat and you will be the person who gives it to him!

Even though every blink you take makes you feel like you're going to fall over—you still go through with it. Taking the paintbrush and drenching in the usually red paint colour, before applying it to his arm as you sat in front of him. A candle lighting up the space since the sun hasn't risen yet.

You glance up at him briefly, catching his gaze. His expression is unreadable, but you notice the faintest twitch of his lips—a smile—which wasn't unusual when he was gazing at you.

"You don't have to do this," he finally says, his voice low and calm. "I can handle it."

"I know," you reply, your voice barely louder than a whisper. "it would be hard for you to paint your back alone. Even if you get a servant I should be the one doing it."

"oh? And why is that?" your reasoning was going to be adorable, especially in this drowsy state like this. "Why should another person do it when I’m right here? I do it better anyways." you continue, trying to steady your hand as the brush moves smoothly along his skin.

"Of course you do,"

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OKAY GALLAGHER MR RECA AND MOZE REACTING TO US CALLING HIM HUSBAND TO TEASE HIM IN PUBLIC HEHEHEHE

"𝓒𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓲𝓶 '𝓱𝓾𝓼𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓭 ' 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮—𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝔃𝓮, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷’𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓹 𝓫𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰."

💫𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Gallager, Mr. Reca, & Moze x Gender-Neutral reader

💫𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: calling him husband in public to tease him

💫𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Fluff, & Spelling Mistakes

💫𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈: Great minds think alike 😏

💫𝒢𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒶𝑔𝒽𝑒𝓇 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑒𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝒪𝒻𝒻𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓇 𝒪𝒻 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝐹𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎"

You always had the habit of showing up at the near end of his shift so you could walk back home with him. Which made every second and minute very painful while you sat there and teased him a little about how obviously he wanted to get this last over with. And of course, you're enjoying it since you get free drinks from the bartender as a benefit of being with him.

“At least make it look like you want to be here, or else you make customers run away.” You gently tease while stirring the straw of your drink, resulting in small bubbles and fizz sounds coming out. He groans at those teasing words.

“Not when you're the prize I get at the end.” He says softly while mixing a drink for his custom all while eyeing your pretty face from the corner of his eye. “Wow, does my husband not know better? Talk about that and you lose customers and business. Even a novice knows that.”

“You think I won't catch up on that.”

Pouring the colourful drink into a glass before passing it to the person who ordered it. He quickly switches, landing his, arms on the table as he leans till your face is inches away from his.

“Your ‘husband’, you really think I’ll let you get away with it.”

“Really? So sensitive over a word, you should use that time to help your customers,” 

Against that teasing tone, you used as you took two fingers and pressed them against his forehead to push him back. 

“Careful you might just go broke.”

💫𝑅𝑒𝒸𝒶 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝐹𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝐹𝒾𝓁𝓂 𝒟𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒸𝓉𝑜𝓇 𝐼𝓃 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒞𝑜𝓈𝓂𝑜𝓈"

“You should really calm down. No need to stress so much.” you gently reminded him, even going as far as to land your hands on his shoulders and gently massaging them. The tension in his shoulders didn’t ease immediately, but he didn’t shrug you off. Instead, he let out a quiet sigh, leaning into your touch ever so slightly.

“You’ve got blessed hands, you know that?” he said, his voice warm despite the stress underlying his words. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’ve been practicing just for me.”

You smiled at his attempt to lighten the mood. “Maybe I have. Someone’s gotta make sure you don’t completely fall apart, my dear husband.” you gently tease him, not trying to mean at all, only lighting his mood.

He completely freezes at your words.

.

 he noticed it

.

You just called him.

.

“Maybe I have. Someone’s gotta make sure you don’t completely fall apart, my dear husband.”

.

“My dear husband”

He's your dear husband! Which leads to him hiding himself in your neck while gushing about marvellous and cute you. (you really know how to bring his mood).

“Ah, my darling!” he exclaimed, his voice muffled but brimming with excitement. “How can you just say something so perfect, so utterly delightful, and act like it’s nothing?”

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as he continued his dramatic display, his breath warm against your skin. “I-I didn’t mean anything special by it,” you stammered, though your flustered tone betrayed you.

“Oh, but it’s too late now,” he said, pulling back just enough to look at you, his face lit up with a bright grin. “You’ve called me your dear husband, and now I’m yours forever! No take-backs!”

💫𝑀𝑜𝓏𝑒 “𝒮𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌 𝒢𝓊𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒳𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓏𝒽𝑜𝓊 𝒴𝒶𝑜𝓆𝒾𝓃𝑔”

“You should stay away from him.” 

You didn’t expect those words from Moze. Is he jealous or something? Jealous? Moze of all people, is jealous of a guy who just talked to you…No way you’re not going to tease him out of his mind. It’s just so funny!

“Are you jealous?”

He just groans and stares back at your grinning face, it's so obvious, no matter how he wants to keep that poker face on. Moze crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. Despite his best effort to maintain his stoic demeanour, the faint twitch of his lips betrayed him.

 “I’m not jealous,” he muttered, his tone cool but laced with irritation. “I just think you should be more careful about who you trust.” You couldn’t help but giggle, stepping closer to him with a playful gleam in your eyes. “Oh really? Because it kinda sounds like you’re jealous to me,”

“But it’s fine, I wouldn’t pick anyone aside from my husband.”

Moze froze, his arms uncrossing as he straightened up. His usually sharp expression faltered for a split second before he schooled his face into something resembling his usual calm. Only the faint blush creeping up his neck betrayed him.

“...Husband?” he echoed, his voice lower than usual, as if testing the word out in disbelief.

You couldn’t suppress your laughter, stepping even closer with a grin that only widened at his reaction. “That’s right, my dear husband. Who else would I pick?” you grin, leaning into him.

“You really like pushing your luck, don’t you?”

“I do, what are you doing to do about it?”

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Notes: He's in my head...

“Kiss me.”

He says those words so shamelessly and without any sense of embarrassment corroding his face, yet it leaves you unsure of what to do because of an insane and out-of-place sentence like that. That plea in his eyes, begging you to touch him or just do anything to him, he can take it.

Your hand goes to his six-dotted yellow necktie, grasping it tightly, before yanking him down roughly, your lips clumsily pressing against each other, as if this were your first time (it’s not). You felt a shiver when he grabbed you and drew you against his body, even when he pulled back, sparkle in his eyes when he looked down at you with half-lidded eyes—as if he was drunk out of his mind.

“Fabulous, Absolutely fabulous! Mwa, mwa, mwa.”

He really does know how to ruin the moment…

Now, you’re left in his grasp while he caters to you in dramatic kisses, letting out a “mwa” sound each time.

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i just saw ur post of mr. reca being a loser yapper type husband and ur so right!!! that one scene of him in the trailer on his knees 😇 (he’d definitely worship the ground his lover walks on)

I know loser husbands when I see one (sorry Moze, every new hsr male comes out I switch up). Like on his knees street up kissing leg whenever you wear any remotely that shows your legs, or JUST IN GENERAL, kissing any part of your skin that out. you're the only one to ever to accept his crazy obsession and behavior.

on his hands and knees if you asked him so nicely in that tone of voice that gets him fantasizing during work when he shouldn't be. this man is def cheesy too like the type to kiss your knuckles or do something romantic out of a movie!

super sloppy too! when it comes to anything, sometimes his ideas to have a romantic moment like in the movies don't work out too well, yet he's no man to give up, even if it's pure embarrassing.

I love dorky loser husbands so much! I'm sorry I had to rant a little

don't worry sometimes going to come out soon (or today, but don't quote me) about him

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"𝔀𝓮'𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓸𝓽 𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻!"

💫𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Phainon x Gender-Neutral reader

💫𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: he challenges you to see who can last longer in a super hot bath—only to find himself losing to you

💫𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Fluff, & Spelling Mistakes

💫𝒫𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓃𝑜𝓃 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑜 𝑜𝒻 𝒜𝓂𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓊𝓈"

He might’ve regretted saying that now. He can handle every challenge, every time he asks Mydei, he sometimes wins—it’s a challenge that needs to keep on going! but…with you, the water might cook him alive. Since you insist on going, he can’t back down from a challenge—even though his pearl-like skin now looks sunburned.

“You can give up, phainon, seriously, you look like you're about to be cooked alive.” You earnestly and slightly cocky, you were going to beat phainon at the game he suggested.

 “I’m perfectly fine, don’t worry about me at all.” 

He can’t give up yet; he’s competitive! especially when you have him struggling. He thought he could be nice and let you win (which he does sometimes to see you happy), but right now, you're absolutely violating him.

Phainon wipes the water from his face, his usual composed expression cracking just slightly as he playfully glares at you through damp lashes. “Oh?” You tilt your head, the corners of your lips twitching upward. “Then why do you look like you’re about to collapse?”

“I don’t,” he insists, even as his legs feel like it's about to give out.

“You can always give up,” you remind him sweetly. “No shame in admitting you can’t handle it.”

Phainon inhales sharply through his nose. The challenge in your voice, the smugness of your expression—he can’t let you win. He just can’t.

Even if he has to suffer through this ridiculous, borderline hellish endurance match, he will not lose to you.

“…I can handle it,” he says, forcing himself to straighten despite the dizziness creeping in.

“Try not to pass out, I doubt you want to lose your dignity to me when your knocked out.”

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𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 how Moze is always busy as a shadow, yet he tries his best to see you whenever he can, even if it meant sneaking away from the people he was with just to catch a second with you.

This time he wanted more, even stopping you in an alleyway where he ends up cornering you against a wall with an odd mask on—as if you were his next target—yet that wasn’t what he wanted from you. Pulling the mask down just to give you a “peck” on the lips, even though it was meant to be a peck he didn’t want to let, not wanting to go back, just feeling your soft lips on his makes him feel that he's on cloud nine.

The moment ends as his lips pull away and he pulls the mask back up, his final words for you were. “wait for me.”

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Thinking about Dr. Ratio and you being rivals. Always arguing like nerds talking about what antimatter is or some other nerdy stuff, everyone is so confused about what on earth you’re talking about but who cares about what everyone else thinks. He believes his theories are correct so he’ll do anything to prove to you. (He’s desperate)

Aventurine seems to be third-wheeling the entire conversation. He’s just in the corner sipping his drink while all this goes down. 

You & Veritas: *arguing about a scientific theory*

Aventurine: what are you both on about?

Okay, both of you have things for each other, the problem is none of you are going to admit such a thing since you’re rivals! You both wanna kiss each other so badly, it just makes you two so-called geniuses look stupid. 

When Aventurine realizes the tension between you, he just stops showing up to your daily meet-ups, telling Veritas that he’s busy maybe instead of going to a cafe, he will take your pretty self to a fancy restaurant instead of that basic cafe. Don’t worry your smart brain Aventurine is amazing at matchmaking couples & you both shall be his next big hit.

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"𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝑀𝑜𝓏𝑒"

💫𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Moze x Gender-Neutral reader

💫𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: bathing with him while he's "unclean"

💫𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Fluff, mentions of blood, & Spelling Mistakes,

💫𝑀𝑜𝓏𝑒 “𝒮𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌 𝒢𝓊𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒳𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓏𝒽𝑜𝓊 𝒴𝒶𝑜𝓆𝒾𝓃𝑔”

He’s filthy.

His hands are filled with complete filth, not just his hands, but his entire body is filthy no matter how many times he cleans it, he can still imagine the blood on his body of the bodies he’s killed. He’s doing what he's supposed to, being a guard, no amount of overthinking could change the life he’s picked. To survive was what he had to do.

Even looking at the reflection of the water, the clear liquid has gotten a slightly red hue to it.

Why do these thoughts exist now? Maybe because you're in his life now. The filth on his body, he can’t afford to touch you when he’s like this, not even if you begged, it’s too much if the dirt of the shadows gets onto you as well.

Even now he feels uneasy bathing with you, your head against his chest, while he had his arms to the side. You insisted on bathing with him, with complete confidence this time, refusing to take no.

“See, doesn't this feel nice,” You smile, looking up at him to see him looking like a wet little cat which you laugh at.  “You look like a wet cat.” Giggling, gently messing his wet hair, while he grimaced, not at you but it felt wrong to him, it’s him that’s the problem.

“I’m dirty, my body is dirty…I can’t touch you like this.” He mutters, freezing up at the feeling of your arms wrapping around his body as he speaks. “Moze you aren’t dirty, you're as clean as clean can be,” You press your head to his chest and hear the beating of his heart.

“Please touch me, moze. Even if your hands are dirty they won’t taint me like you think they will.” 

Those words were his invitation for his arms to slowly sneak around your bare skin, wrapping them firmly around your body. It felt very nice to him. No, amazing to him. He doesn’t want the filth of his world touching yours.

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𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 Moze’s scars beneath the fabric of his many layers of clothes, so many layers of clothes to the point the tips of his ears turn red when he’s bare before you. Kissing every scar on his body, whether its big or small, your lips will still connect with each damaged part of his skin.

Your eyes look up at him while you peck your lips on the scar near his thumb. He doesn’t understand you at all, the parts of scarred his skin are just marking (and reminders) of his failures as a guard yet you treat them like their trophies. Every kiss gives one of his failures another meaning, which makes him less ashamed.

It amazes him how you always love every part of him, even the ugliest body parts are deemed beautiful in your eyes. He wishes that your loving gaze will always be on him, that you’ll say those sweet sugar-coated kisses and words to him.

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You hear his teeth grit as his eyes scan the messy books, scattered papers, and random supplies tossed all over the room. It was clear he hated the mess, but that's honestly you not having enough time to clean. If it bothered him, well great..you didn’t even have to try to get under his skin.

You flipped through a pile of papers, barely looking at them before tossing them aside—you'll clean it later. Pages floated to the floor, landing on top of books and other clutter. His jaw tightened, and his fingers twitched like he was holding himself back from cleaning everything up.

"Hmm… doesn’t look like it’s in this stack," you said, dragging out your words. "Maybe it’s in this one?"

Without a second thought, you grabbed another pile and scattered the papers everywhere.

You can’t be serious right now. He’s going to lose his mind with all this mess. Immediately going off for your break right after handing him those papers. Funny. when you come back to your office, it's all clean as if it was new?! you were only gone for a little while?!

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𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 the hours before you meet Jiyan’s mother. Jiyan has always been close to his mother, sending her letters about his life and how the conditions were on the battlefield when he became general (not too much detail to worry her) to even talking about you, he shares every part he finds beautiful and his mother was eager to meet you through her replies.

She knew all about your pretty face, personality, and the parts he loved about you.

It’s funny how you worry about meeting her. You’re not sure what to say, do, or act! You can feel your stomach twist and tangle with nervousness as if you were going to be thrown into a pit of snakes. 

“You’ll be perfect, my mother will love you,” Jiyan reassured you, kissing the back of your neck, glancing at the mirror in front of you while you were making sure that everything looked perfect. “Are you sure? Will your mother like it…my hair isn’t messed up is it?! I should change it!” He doesn’t get annoyed at words, his gaze softens, his hands gently make their way up to land on your shoulder, and gives a firm yet gentle squeeze.

“Your hair is perfect, take a deep breath, my mother will love you.”

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𝐵𝑜𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓁

Thinking about enemies to lovers with Boothill, where you're an outlaw with a big ego, all the crime you’ve done without getting in trouble with the law for any of it. You laugh every time you get away with it, but Boothill seems to be so “fun” that he always ruins the fun by causing fights with you.

And it ain’t even your fault, he just loves to rain on your pride whenever he’s got the chance which pisses you off every time. he’s calling you some sort of knock version of him with the hat and the cowboy look. Hah! He thinks that you would copy that basic outfit.

Honestly! You're just itchin’ pull your gun at him and wipe that smirk on his face.

Giving so much of your energy to him <3 He might ask what kind of relationship you both have with each other. Are you sure you’re not secretly in love with him? He just might drag you out of the bar just to spend some “fun” little alone time with you to find out your answer…not so cocky now with your little insults and mockery when not in front of your drunk friends.

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𝐻𝑒𝓇𝑒'𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓀𝑒𝓉; 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑒!

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