#lnds thomas

[hes-sunshine-im-midnight-rain]

where do y'all sit?

[love-and-deepspace-incorrect]

Rafayel: Everyone thinks you suck.

Xavier: I think you have the wrong number…

Rafayel: Thomas?

Xavier: Nope. Xavier.

Rafayel: Well, you probably suck too…

[scottiexmariee]

Pants

Pairing: Rafayel x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Suggestive content

Masterlist

Prompt: “Explain why a character is not wearing pants in a situation where they definitely should be,”

“Nope. Nuh-uh. You are not depantsing me in the middle of the hallway,”

Note: I discovered this prompt while searching for inspiration and immediately thought of a Rafayel scenario. I laughed so hard writing this. I hope you guys enjoy!

The last few days had been…interesting, to put it mildly. 

Rafayel was, yet again, MIA in a likely attempt to dodge the launch party for his new exhibit. This wasn't a new thing. You were more likely to see a ghost than to see Rafayel at his own gatherings. It would take more than begging and pleading to get him to make even a brief appearance, and if he did show he would definitely just be complaining the whole time. 

Thomas, who was beyond done with Rafayel’s antics, had cornered you after work recently and all but got on his knees and begged you to intervene. 

“You’re the only one he’ll listen to,” He pleaded, his voice thick with exasperation and distress. “He has to at least make an appearance at this one. The President of a huge art museum overseas is flying over for this. This one is important, (y/n). Please talk to him!” 

Truthfully, you’d rather pull your own teeth out, one at a time, than try to convince Rafayel to do something he didn’t want to do. He was way too dramatic, and he had a nasty habit of being a bratty little fish boy when he was cornered. However, seeing Thomas so desperate stirred enough guilt in your stomach to have you reluctantly agreeing to try, despite the gut feeling that it wouldn’t go well. 

And it didn’t. 

You’d gone to his studio, only to find the door locked. When you retrieved your key ring, you were surprised—and infuriated—to find out that your personal studio key was missing. 

That little urchin stole your key back so you wouldn’t come find him. 

With a very long sigh, you trudged around to the first window you could find. If he thought simply locking the door would deter you, he severely underestimated you. 

Of course, the window was unlocked. He obviously hadn’t thought that far ahead. You climbed in, trying to swallow the burning irritation in your throat as you scanned the studio. At first glance, it appeared to be vacant. 

Your footsteps echoed off the high ceilings as you entered the room further. There was the usual disarray—paintbrushes scattered around, splashes of paint here and there, canvases strewn about—but no sign of Rafayel. 

A pink sheet of paper taped to his bedroom door caught your eye as you continued to sweep the area for him. You approached, only to find the most infuriating note you’d ever seen taped there. 

In Rafayel’s handwriting, three simple words were written boldly on the page, followed by several exclamation points: “NO (Y/N)S ALLOWED!!!!!!”

“You have got to be kidding me,” You grumbled, ignoring the childish note and pushing the door open. “RAFAYEL!! Stop hiding!!” 

Silence. 

You shut your eyes and took a steadying breath, trying to cool your rapidly accelerating frustration. 

If this man was flawless in anything, it would definitely be ‘getting on (y/n)’s nerves.’ 

“You’re going to give Thomas stress wrinkles!” You called, taking another slow step into the bedroom. You strained, trying to listen harder for any faint trace of sound, but there was still nothing. 

This was getting old. Fast. 

Just as you were about to leave to search a different area of the studio, the closet door caught your eye. It was typically left open, but it just so happened to be shut. 

Got you, you little shit. 

You crept up to the door, careful not to accidentally step on or kick anything in your path, simultaneously listening for any stirring or shuffling from the closet. The moment your fingers wrapped around the handle, you yanked the door open, eyes immediately landing on a startled Rafayel. 

“Seriously!?” 

He blinked up at you from his spot on the closet floor, his shock quickly morphing into brattiness. 

“There was a sign,” He said, his tone dripping with sass and irritation as he gestured toward the note he’d left on the bedroom door. 

“What are you, four?” You retorted, wrapping a hand around his arm and attempting to pull him up. “Handwritten notes aren’t laws,” 

He allowed himself to be pulled to his feet, but let out an indignant huff. “They can be,” He argued, pulling his arm away from you and crossing them in front of his chest. “I could call the police, you know. First, you’re trespassing,  and now you’re harassing me,” 

You pinched the bridge of your nose in irritation. 

“Rafayel,” You ground out, forcing yourself to stay calm, “What will it take to get you to go to the launch party?” 

He studied you for a split second before turning his head away. “Nothing, because I’m not going. Nuh-uh. Nope.” 

Your palm met your forehead with an audible slap. 

You were about to strangle him. 

“If you think I won’t drag you there unconscious, you’re wrong,” You warned, placing your hands on your hips. “You’re stressing Thomas out, and now you’re stressing me out. This one is really important, Rafayel. I will owe you one favor, no denials, if you go.” 

He turned his head just enough to cast a lethal side-eye in your general direction. This idiot was pouting. 

You mimicked his posture, folding your arms over your chest and raising an eyebrow at him. “Well?” 

He turned to fully face you. “Two favors,” He said, extending a hand for you to shake on the deal. 

You bit back a sigh and grabbed his hand, sealing the deal. While it did put you in debt, you had succeeded in getting him to go. Thomas, for once, would get to rest easy tonight. 

Rafayel, with a satisfied smirk, released your hand. 

“Favor number one, Miss Bodyguard, you’re coming with me,” 

As it turned out, the two of you would have been better off if neither of you had attended. 

It started off smoothly. Thomas had been tremendously grateful, nearly collapsing with relief when you showed up with Rafayel in tow. Rafayel mingled for roughly a half hour, and then essentially glued himself to your side when he decided he was done socializing. He’d nod his head in acknowledgment when someone spoke to him, but complain under his breath the second they were out of earshot. 

“Can we leave now? I’m tired.” 

“(Y/N), run away with me. This is awful,” 

“If I wanted to interact with people this much I would have been a cashier,” 

You eventually managed to find a table with some wine on it, and you happily indulged. Rafayel followed suit, retrieving a glass from the table and catching your arm with his free hand. 

“Good idea. Let’s go take a breather,” 

He lead you away from the crowds and the stragglers, all the way to a secluded (and nearly hidden) spot in the back of the building. 

That was when things started to go a little less smoothly. 

Instead of stopping to “take a breather,” Rafayel continued walking….right for the emergency exit. 

“Absolutely not,” You grumbled, digging your heels in and refusing to move any further. Rafayel looked back at you, confusion on his features. 

“I made my appearance,” He began, gesturing toward the door. “I never said my breather was temporary, or inside this building,” 

He turned again, hand still firmly clasped around your arm. 

Without thinking, you yanked your arm back in protest, effectively pulling an unsuspecting Rafayel back toward you. 

To your absolute horror, you heard the unmistakable sloshing of liquid in a glass—the wine in his other hand—and you realized, way too late, that you’d made a mistake. 

Rafayel froze, immediately glancing down at what used to be a completely white outfit. He turned, slowly, and stared at you in disbelief. 

Your eyes nearly popped out of your head. 

You had no idea how expensive that outfit was, but Rafayel wasn’t one to buy cheap clothing. You began to sputter, staring at the ridiculously huge red stain on his pants. 

“I—oh my god. I am so sorry. I can fix this,” 

Rafayel’s brain finally started working again, and his mouth started running. 

“Fix this?! Who are you, Mr. Clean?!” 

“Oh, I’m definitely leaving now,” 

“I knew I should have skipped town,” 

You began to panic. 

You dropped to your knees in front of him, desperately rubbing your sleeve over the stain. It did absolutely nothing. 

“Just…hold on,” You pleaded. 

“For future reference, you pat dry, not rub, you menace,” Rafayel sneered. “And that isn’t working. Let’s just get out of here—“ 

“Wait! A sink!” You called, eyes landing on sign for the bathrooms down the hall. “Rafayel, take these off,”

His eyes nearly popped out of his head. 

“What?!” 

Your fingers found the button of his pants, unfastening it before he could protest. 

“Most people would consider taking me out to dinner first,” He complained, staring at you incredulously.

“Shut up,” You snapped, tugging down his waistband. Thank god he wasn’t commando. When Rafayel realized you were serious, he caught one of your wrists, his eyes wide with panic. 

“Nope. Nuh-uh. You are not depantsing me in the middle of the hallway,” His other hand fumbled with his waistband, battling to pull his pants back up against your resistance. 

“Stop it! I said I can fix this! I can get this stain out if I do it now!” You cried out, swatting his hand away and fighting for control of his pants. 

“The one time you actually want me out of my pants, and it’s because of a stain?” He placed his hand on your head, desperately trying to push you away from his legs. 

You ignored his comment and the warmth of a blush creeping into your cheeks, the hand on your head doing nothing to deter you from your mission. Just as you thought you were making progress, a voice rang out from around the corner. 

“Rafayel? (Y/N)? Are you guys back here? It’s almost time for—“ 

Thomas rounded the corner, immediately stopping dead in his tracks at the sight in front of him. His mouth hung open, caught on the sentence he didn’t get to finish. His eyes flitted between you and Rafayel, and it was only then that you realized how horrible this actually looked. 

Rafayel, completely frozen, hand on your head, his pants halfway down his thighs. 

You, staring at Thomas like a deer caught in headlights, on your knees in front of Rafayel, quite literally halfway through the process of pulling his pants down. 

“This is why we should have just left!” Rafayel hissed. 

“This….looks way worse than it is,” You explained, rising from your knees and holding your hands up in a placating gesture. 

Thomas, bless his heart, looked like he was on the verge of a mental breakdown as he experienced several different emotions. 

Shock. Confusion. Disbelief. Exasperation. 

“I spilled wine on him!” You squeaked, wildly gesturing at Rafayel’s pants as he pulled them up. Thomas seemed to untense slightly as his eyes landed on the huge wine stain. “I was trying to fix it, but he was trying to leave. I swear,” 

“Yeah, so she manhandled me and tried to rip my pants off in the hallway,” Rafayel added bitterly. You shot him a glare. 

Thomas was silent for a long moment. After what seemed like several minutes, but was likely just a few seconds, he rubbed his forehead and sighed. 

“I have an extra pair of pants in the car,” He said, turning on his heel. “Stay.”

Thanks to Thomas, the situation was quickly rectified before anyone else saw something they shouldn’t have. 

Rafayel reluctantly stayed a bit longer, although the two of you were unable to look each other in the eye for the remainder of your visit. 

When the two of you were finally granted permission to leave by Thomas, you wasted no time. 

You climbed into Rafayel’s passenger seat, eyes fixed on the dashboard ahead of you. 

He started the car wordlessly, but you could feel him sending an occasional glance your way. 

After several minutes of silent driving, he finally spoke. 

“(Y/N),” 

You turned your head to look at him. “Yeah?”

Though his expression was neutral, you could see amusement twinkling in his eyes. 

“Next time you try to rip my pants off, can you make sure we aren’t in public?”

I truly hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it <3

[rafayelbiter]

rafayel dump idk everything nice nd funny reminds me of him have i reached the peak of parasocial madness

[manikas-whims]

enough time has passed..

Jeremiah and Thomas deserve the Luke and Keiran treatment 😪

[skynapple]

Madi Caught Slipping: aka "How Jeremiah falls for every character in the book"

Scroll to find your favorite characters. Some are kinda crack ships. Have fun.

The girls:

Tara: This one's easy. They caught each other's eyes through MC and Xavier. He's at Xavier's place, they met in a common area. Jeremiah is trying to be a good wingman but he knows better than to use old tactics of flirting with MC on purpose to make Xavier act out in jealousy, he can do that when the trio is alone. That day he directed his attention to Tara, some small talk and flirting, maybe slung an arm around her shoulder to drag her to get a bucket of ice or anything for the other two to be alone. But she's adorable and he thinks, what the heck, a date won't hurt. She's pretty, and again, it's a good excuse for causing more circumstances to fall into place. The last thing he expects is to fall in love but it doesn't take much. She's earnest, tightness, selfless, and sweet. And look, who else is he going to gossip about Xavier and MC with? Good luck, Jer. Crystals in his pockets. He doesn't believe in any of her witchy stuff but doesn't mind it if it helps her feel like she's connecting to him or keeping him safe somehow. His religion he feels doesn't really affect it, he's only semi religious anyway. Cute planned dates. Flowers on her desk. Starts carrying some things of her recommendations in the shop. It's an easy, refreshing, comforting, and syrupy sweet relationship. Like two kids giggling in a pillow fort.

Jenna: This one's not easy. But, she's Xavier's "Captain" which, ok, Xavier is Jeremiah's "Captain" so there's the good soldier dynamic. There's a chance -depending on how Infold wants to play it- that Jenna and Jeremiah have a already met. It may be through Backtracker work, anti-Onychinus logistics, Jeremiah's research, something. If they have, it's an easier door. Either way, all they do is talk logistics and mission stuff to begin with. Then it's random small talk. Jenna is fun, and always thinking of others. There's a sense of "we're in this together" that bridges a gap. Maybe he senses that she's overworked. Maybe he hears from Xavier that they lost a hunter on their team. He sends her flowers. Then just keeps sending her flowers so she always has something to brighten her day, because he feels some compassion for the stress she's under, and secretly he's grateful that someone else is looking over Xavier. It's a slow burn. It's dependable, and sweet, and then it's a strong. They're a candle that keep others going, just trying to make it another day, but they keep that candle burning together.

MC: See Budding Romance. Anyways. This one really only works if like, MC has eyes interacts with him a lot more than Xavier. Because Jeremiah is always realistically going to be putting Xavier's needs first? And he really has shipped those two for centuries. He's probably absolutely had it up to here with them (imagine I am gesturing to something really tall for the metaphor.) But it also only works if he realizes he's loved her, because he has to get past a sense of 'She's Xavier's but I want her too.' It also only works if Xavier's holding back a bit, like he senses there may already be something going on between them? If he's confusing MC and she gets comfortable with Jer enough, then maybe, maybe. OR, she is just a version of MC who just doesn't have interest in pursuing Xavier at all, similarly to the MC's that end up with literally any other love interest, this MC would just... be particularly inclined towards Jeremiah to begin with, regardless of meeting Xavier first. Which, Jer would still have to get past whatever he's going to deal with, but once they're together, God. The manic things I've thought.

The way he's loved her for centuries, even if platonically before, to stay at her side in unwavering devotion for centuries, to abandon everything he knows on a chance of saving her, being her second-in-command, probably being the one to hold her tears when she could've easily felt very alone. He knows MC inside and out, TOO. And I think it would be very easy for him to want to slip back into a sense of companionship and want to by her side in any capacity of her life. Jer needs to feel attentive and needed, and I think it would be easy to want to stay by "his commanders" and "his Queens" side purely out of loyalty, and maybe... there's a sense of: It's always been me, I don't want it to be anyone else.

Yvonne: This one's funny. It definitely has to be a coincidental meeting. Jer's not going to any hospitals anytime soon. They have to meet outside work before, either on accident or she's a patron of his store, something like that. But the energy, please. She's beautiful, snarky. He can get behind that. She's also probably overworked. It's easy for him to be a sounding board, listen to all the gossip, or the frustration of incompetent patients. It's easy for him to be a comfort, patients get under your skin sometimes no matter how high the walls. Losing patients is never easy but god if Jeremiah hasn't been used to losing people all the time. It's easy for him to go along with antics. Prank bouquets to unwitting hospital members. And maybe if he's comfortable, he's appreciating that he actually knows a nurse. He teaches her how to care for Philosian differences in physiology, because there's probably things that are different and things he's had to DIY. Oh she'd absolutely shred him an earful if she finds out he's doing something stupid post-Wanderer hunting excursions. He absolutely makes her vision of beautiful custom scrubs come true.

Talia: Lord, Jeremiah as her nth husband? Sure. She's definitely ordering a lot of flowers to pester at Rafayel. Or she's getting flowers for her nth wedding. Maybe Wedding Planner style, it doesn't work out, but hey that florist is kinda--. And honestly, Jer probably picks up on some things. She's not from around here, neither is he. There's a certain vernacular Lemurians use, and there's a vernacular Philosians use. Maybe it's easier to tell earlier on. Kinda like Hispanics and Filipinos can immediately just pick each other out of a crowd. (Source: Is Hispanic). So there may be some companionship in, hey we're not here by choice, something drastic happened. And she's,,, way older century-wise probably, but he's not actually young, and they both have the bodies of a twenty-something. It's fine. They probably can find things to relate to. Old stories, old myths, old movies, old music. It's nostalgic and sweet. Maybe she likes the fact that he's not going to die, unlike her previous human boyfriends.

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the boys:

Xavier: I could write a book but. Just the constant companions and devotion. The loyalty. The "I'm with you to the end" and the fact that Jeremiah was someone he immediately told everything about MC. How, despite Xavier's jealousy, he still depending on him to look after MC and still needed him. Honestly, Xavier needs Jeremiah a lot more than I think he lets on. Vice versa. Xavier wasn't there for him when Jer lost the love of his life, and unlike Xavier's who reincarnates, he's never getting her back. It's a very permanent grief that Philosians seldom had to deal with. I'm sure Xavier feels a sense of regret. At the same time, it just makes Jer more fiercely loyal. I said it above, he deeply needs to have a sense of duty. He desperately needs to be needed by Xavier, to be ordered around and feel like he's contributing. He doesn't want to let him down, and he desperately doesn't want him to ever go through what he has. They know mostly everything about each other. They do love each other, already, so much. It doesn't take much. One or both could've already questioned things. Or they're in a universe where MC already chose someone else, so it's a matter of comfort and redemption and trying to let Xavier heal and grow into someone independent of MC. Also. I think about the fact that in CANON Jeremiah specifically made sure that he brought Xavier's favorite flowers with them from Philos and if that's not love I don't know what is. In this essay I will---

Zayne: This one is the most crack to me because again. Jer and medical staff? Probably not going to mix. They must meet at an outside time and place. Jer can't know Zayne's a doctor until later. It definitely has to be a universe where MC is pursuing someone else, but that may not stop Zayne from buying her flowers? Especially if she's not dating other guy yet, and on her birthday, something like that. So they could meet at the flower shop. It's not love at first sight, it can't be. Jer gets him with sweets. He uses one of Bella's old recipes maybe when he's mourning her death's anniversary? Zayne has plenty of loss experience. He's just a customer that day but he takes comfort in letting out the story a little bit. Zayne makes a recommendation. Jer makes him something else to thank him for his patronage. Its just sweet sharing back and forth until they actually decide to go somewhere after work. Not a date. They're too manly for that. Both assume the other is friend zoned. The crowd is banging through the floorboards at these two. Jer baking a lot, Zayne eating and tending to Wanderer wounds. Very slow but, comforting and sweet. Pun intended. Cause that's what it would be. They heal each other in more ways than one.

Rafayel: If I speak- ok. Listen. Talia or fans still is ordering a lot of flowers for Rafayel. Jer gets used to dropping them off. He knows Rafayel is probably hiding something, again, vernacular, however I've seen Rafayel tends to hide his better. But those muscles are way too toned for Rafayel to be some random painter. Pls. I know too many art majors. Jeremiah making Rafayel clothes. Because he's talented (hello Lumiere costume) and can definitely do some cool stuff (fireproof, effect stuff). Also, Jeremiah like,,, is on the dark web scouring for content for stuff to build ship parts and also keep an eye on wayward Backtrackers. There's no way he doesn't know Rafayel's wanted. Maybe he helps take care of it. You know Lemurians and debts. Idk. Just lots of snark. Lots of trying to take care of each other. Cooking together. Maybe even fighting together. Jeremiah being weirdly assertive with Thomas, a la "He said no pickles" style. Again, very easy to slip into a loyal companion mode. Very easy. Plus like. It's a very, very acts of service relationship. They squabble a bit but only cause they care. Also, same dynamic as Talia, they've been around a long time, they'll be around a long time from now. There's comfort in that.

Caleb: If Maverick himself is alive somehow, it either comes through mutual connection like MC wanting to introduce her "brother" or Caleb maybe stalking out people in "his sister's" life. So honestly he may have met him at a party. Its a work party. Everyone gets a plus one. MC brings Caleb, Xavier brings Jer. I have a hc Jer is a hopeless drunk, but nothing happens at this party cause earth beverages from what we've seen with Xavier don't honestly have much effect. Unless... Caleb himself gets.. yeah. Maybe he retaliates that MC is showing Xavier a lot of attention when he's s'posed to be the date. Fine. Two can play at this game. He goes after Jer. Sloppy kiss. Jer would be... admittedly weirded out, and probably more concerned about the guy. Next day some kind of humiliated apology at the flower shop spurred on by MC. But Jer's soft, and sweet, and kinda teasing. Oh no god help Caleb. They might bicker a lot, but they both care about MC and later on each other deeply. They might just start hanging out for the sake of it. But they both have soldier's hearts, and are protective people. They become protective of each other. Jer starts watching the sky scanners, keeping up to date on any relevant threats. Secret information passed along through a channel Jer engineers. Caleb frantically watching his watch that's connected to Jer's when he assumes Jer goes wanderer hunting. Fishing trips, cooking. Arcades. Nostalgic movies. Somehow they have synergy. Somehow.

Nero: Jer's an alien so that's cool. Honestly, I wonder if they already know each other. Not in person? But online? If Jeremiah's ever submitted anything for private analysis and Nero's the wanderer expert. He might've been connected just through accessing Xavier's portal to the deepspace organization. They start meeting in person to trade stuff. It's very secretive. Nero catches him out and about. Doesn't recognize him, couldn't possibly begin to, but he knows that voice anywhere. And oh no Jer's beautiful. He starts doing his own investigation. Shows up at the flower shop once he's sure, and slides him something only they would know. Jer's incredibly impressed. Wants to hang out more. They talk nerdy, and honestly it's probably worse the more Nero knows. Like, you mean there's alternate timelines and dimensions? You mean you can pull a sword out of your arm, too? You mean this metal is from another planet? You mean there's even more wanderers? You fell through a black hole?? Just on and on. Jer doesn't mind the obsession, it's nice to be open and talk about home. It starts as just kinda friendly besties but they grow to actually care about each other. Maybe they worry about each other somehow. They definitely try to outdo who does more for who. It's very relaxed, and not constrained. They don't have to be together all the time, it's comfortable.

Thomas: Again, something to do with deliveries to Rafayel. He starts being around. Maybe Thomas contacts him to do an event and Jer is just? Helpful? A nice guy? Hey Thomas looks like he needs a drink, that's all. Or maybe Thomas forgot something, requires Jer to back and like. They just?? Talk? For a long time. That kind of comfort bond builds first. Jer is easy to talk to. Jer's also like, nice and insistent enough if he finds out Thomas is an artist like, insists he wants something from Thomas specifically and wants to trade for some kind of arrangement. Well how about a drink? It's just relaxed and comfortable. This is a relationship Jer might withhold some of the aliens from outer space stuff a little longer, just until he's more sure of things and outcomes. But it's easy, and he likes hearing the stories. Thomas tries to paint what he thinks Philos looks like based on his descriptions. Jer cries. Jer cultivates a specific type of rose after Thomas. It's very luxurious type of relationship. Doesn't have to be money consuming but. Museums. Botanical gardens. Whiskey nights. Private lounges. Jeremiah makes him a custom suit. Just a lot of gift giving back and forth.

Greyson: Like Zayne, there has to be some circumstance outside of work. But Madi you wrote that for Yvonne too. AND I'M SAYING IT HAS TO. But if it doesn't for some reason, let's say Jer overdoes it, gets kinda beat up, some citizen finds him and he gets dragged to a hospital. You know how Philosian heart beats are slower? God, imagine? Oh they think he's on his way out. Rushed to the ER. Jer just like, coming to cause maybe the sedatives don't work the same, grabbing Greyson by the wrist like, begging, desperate, Don't hurt me. And oh no. Deepest shade of blue eyes on pools of hazel that are desperate. He might break. He doesn't want to become a science experiment. Ok that's dramatic. YEAH. Like does he break out of the hospital? Does Greyson flip out and have A Moment™️ with the other surgeons in the room? This is literally what Jer's been dreading for 200 years he's shaking he's terrified inside but he's also a soldier. He bites down that fear and idk maybe gets out of there. He thinks he's safe. Freaking runs into Greyson at a cafe or something super what-are-the-chances. And before Jer can run Greyson grabs him like, hol' on a second. ANYWAY. I'm just saying. It has to be dramatic or super mundane, for it to work. But if it does work out (somehow) then its. Cowboy and Alien. Jer is very doting, he can get to Greyson's cheesiness level. Who can outfluster who? who will survive? Dad jokes. Tormenting friends. Prank wars. Teaching Greyson to bake. He thinks he'll teach Jer how to ride a horse, surprise he was a Knight and already rides bareback. It's a fun dynamic.

[lisharchivez]

Greyson, Thomas, Jeremiah's moment post : All possible outcomes

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[primalxeyes]

Taken from a thread on Reddit.

I think I found a new favorite theory.

[sayangrafayel]

Thomas: Turns out children don’t care about model trains.

Rafayel: Not only children, I’m beginning to think NOBODY does.

*scene cuts to Rafayel on the phone*

Rafayel: MC, you are not gonna believe this. Thomas put Lo-V IRT Pullman rolling stock on a ballastless track. I was dying, MC, DYING- Yes, you can hang up now.

[rafayel-fishie-moving]

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[tumbling-through-deepspace]

Is this necessary?

Picture edited on Canva.

They didn't know how they found themselves in this situation. No, wait! They did. One word... Thomas.

Rafayel wanted to strangle his manager for this, and Lyssaa wanted to be anywhere but where she was.

What gave this man the impression that the two of them an item? The last time she and the artist corresponded was months ago, and that was concerning him being targeted. They were mere acquaintances.

"I blame you for this."

Rafayel's eye twitched. "Just take the picture, and you can be on your way. Indulge him a bit, and he'll be out of your hair.

"You indulge him too much, hence why I blame you for this. Your manager has no boundaries."

"Gods above, just take the picture. You own me one."

Lyssa shot him a glare, not masking her irritation.

"I don't owe you a dam thing."

Making an attempt to walk away, she quickly found herself facing the camera, one hand trapped behind her back as a result of being pressed again Rafayel's side.

Her other hand moves to stop the artist's approaching one, folding it into a cuff.

The pair glared at each other. Thomas chuckled as he took witness to their antics. He couldn't help commenting that they fought like an old married couple.

The looks aimed at him were picture worthy, and he laughed before leaving the two behind, satisfied with what he set out to do.

Lyssa untangled herself from Rafayel and stormed off, grumbling about bratty artists and deceptive managers.

Rafayel groaned upon realizing he had been set up.

[rolesplay]

・┆✦CONFESSIONS — a Thomas/OC fic.

or: how amelia found that she can like art, after all (a/n: highly inspired by Honeyworks' Friday's Good Morning, Sunday's Secret and other works.)

She was meant to confess today. Yet, nothing seemed to go her way: she overslept, the cake she endeavoured to bake emerged less than perfect, her hair refused to behave, her phone suffered water damage, its speakers destroyed, and her favourite teacher was absent, replaced by a rather dreadful substitute. And that was merely the beginning. The school day unfolded with an array of challenges she simply had no energy left to confront.

Now, it was pouring, and she had forgotten her umbrella. She longed to return home for a good cry. With Caleb held up at varsity practice, her only option was to face the downpour. Inhaling deeply, she hoisted her bag above her head, bracing herself to dash to the station, when suddenly, someone called out to her.

❝　Freshman. Where are you off to?　❞

The voice was unmistakable. Her crush.

Her heart raced, her cheeks flushed.

Avoiding his gaze, she mustered a single word: ❝　Home。　❞

❝　Without an umbrella?　❞

Gazing despondently at the relentless rain, she bit her lip and responded,

❝　Yes。　❞

He exhaled, unfurling his umbrella.　❝　Come on, then。　❞　

❝　Pardon?　❞

❝　We catch the same train。I've noticed you。Let's go。　❞

He had noticed her before. Truly noticed her.

Side by side, they walked under his umbrella, her mind a whirlwind. Silence prevailed until he broke it.

❝　Do you like art?　❞

❝　Not particularly.　❞

His brow furrowed in confusion.

❝　But you're always in the club, freshman. The President even urges you to join.　❞

❝　I'm not fond of things I don't understand。　❞ She absentmindedly placed a hand over her heart. Her cardiac condition had always mystified people, including the best and the brightest of cardiologists, and she disliked that. She disliked the unknown. Yet, she smiled. ❝　Much of art… it's beyond me. I don't get get it。　❞

❝　Why frequent the club, then?　❞

Her moment had arrived. She could confess, right here, right now.

And so she did.

❝　You。　❞

❝　Excuse me?　❞

A pause. Then, she began to ramble.

❝　I know this came out of nowhere, and I hope it's okay to say… but I've actually been wanting to tell you that… It's just that… I've had this crush on you. I've always watched you and it's… When you paint, it's like the world fades away, and it's just you and the canvas. It's like nothing else exists, and that intensity, that focus—it's captivating. I find myself watching, not the art you're making although obviously I do it too, but you. There's this crease you get on your forehead when you're really into your work, and I don't know why, but I find it adorable. It's like a signature of your dedication, a little mark of your passion. And I guess… that's what drew me to you. Your passion, it's inspiring. I—　❞

❝　I- It's fine; I understand。I get the idea。　❞ Now it was his turn to blush.

❝　Oh。　❞

The rain persisted, and the awkward silence resumed. He said no more. Her earlier confidence crumbled. Still, she persisted. ❝　Y- you know? You don't need to reciprocate。I just wanted you to know。　❞

❝　Alright。❞

He remained silent thereafter, even as they left the rain for the station shelter, even on the train. They sat near, yet she kept a respectful distance, her heart feeling heavy. She yearned to return home, to embrace her grandmother, to weep.

As her stop approached, she readied to disembark, but then—someone grasped her hand.

She whirled around in astonishment.

❝　I can explain, if you want。　❞

❝　About what?　❞

❝　The paintings。The artworks。All of it。　❞

Her heart quickened. His hand enveloping hers felt vast. She was overwhelmed with emotion, predominantly elation.

❝　Amelia, would you like that?　❞

He addressed her by name. He knew her name.

She had thought him indifferent, but—

The train slowed to a halt. It was now or never.

She squeezed his hand, then released it. ❝　I- I would love that。　❞

Alighting at her stop, she found her grandmother awaiting her, the neglected umbrella in hand. She faced a gentle scolding for her forgetfulness, but Amelia couldn't suppress her smile.

[love-and-deepspace-incorrect]

Aunt Talia: What are you getting MC for the holidays?

Rafayel: I don't know. It's kind of hard buying a gift for your wife when she already got everything she could've ever wanted when she married you. So I'm not sure yet.

Thomas: I'm getting MC a divorce lawyer.

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[torusdove]

These men would happily watch any Barbie movie with you. Will they admit that? No, absolutely not. Will they, however, watch the film from beginning to end without missing even a single second? Yes, absolutely.

They might've been skeptical the first time you offered it, but overtime they didn't complain and instead.. fully enjoyed the new Friday tradition. In fact, if you get into bed and put something else on, they might ask you themselves to put on a Barbie film instead.

"You enjoy them wholeheartedly, sweetheart. I like spending time with you regardless of what we're doing."

They're full of crap, and you know this too. Still, they're your own little princesses which you'd do anything for to amuse them.

That includes "believing" them when they tell you they enjoy watching the films for you, and not themselves.

Satoru Gojo, Yuuji Itadori, Choso, Tetsurō Kurō, Tadashi Yamaguchi (he does admit it, though), Tōru Oikawa, Takahiro Hanamaki, Kōtarō Bokuto, Rintarō Suna, Atsumu Miya, Kazuha, Thoma, Childe, Kaeya, Itto, Rafayel (lnd) + your favourite.

[eternallyei]

smut, men x f!reader ♡

Being bent over a poor desk, while it does it’s best to not break under your body and his. His both hands weakly but confidently placed on both sides of your chest while your arms barely find the strength to hold your back upright.

That little dazed head of yours lazily placed on the desk in front of you, forehead moving as his hips constantly rut into yours.

Your pantie laying on the floor between your legs, soaking wet from both yours and his juices, whereas he seems to barely have taken the time to strip from his own sweatpants.

His head falls forward, his wet hair caressing your back as he thrusts his red and angry tip on your cervix, making you forget how you drool on the desk under you.

Slightly and weakly opening your eyes to see his hands clenching into fists, his fingers curling as his breath pick up a quick pace, basically panting over your shoulder before a whimper escapes his soft lips.

You smile, enjoying his big boy moans as much as his precious cock buried inside you, brushing every delicious spot through your walls.

“S-.. agh-nnh.. fuuck”

Uncontrollable whines coming out your throat as he quickens his pace, feeling both your orgasm and his build up as he keeps going.

His hips rutting into you at a desperate pace, one hand sliding to your waist to hold you close, another broken moan escaping his sweet lips that devilishly turn into that one unexpected smirk.

He chuckles under his pants, eyes dazedly closed while he fucks himself deeper and harder into your hole, his hips becoming suddenly precise through his pace.

“a-ahh.. nghs- aah-ha!”

One noise echoing louder through your throat and he’s bending down to be over your ear, your small figure shadowed by his chest over yours. His breath brushing your cheek as he weakly gulps, moaning.

“‘m s..sorry”

His deep voice echoes in your glazed mind, only followed by more of those wet slaps that the violent contact into your two anatomy make and your two pants and moans synchronized.

Apology immediately accepted and long forgotten when the squeeze of your walls around his length make him groan under his breath. Making you raise your head in near shock at the sudden sensation.

It feels so sudden and quick, his hand quickly sliding on the desk, resting next to your breast to support his weight. While his other hand makes a quick travel across your side, a gentle brush over your trembling thighs and his fingers are quick to find your clit.

His finger tracing your clit a few times before he circles his digit over your sensitive bud. Legs shaking under a wave of overstimulation, after yet another time of having him fuck through your nth orgasm.

Also his because, his cock is just too sensitive inside your cunt. His tip pre-leaking every time he barely thinks about being inside you.

His beautiful hands working perfectly over your clit to make you squeeze around him again, before it builds up. Weak and deep moans escaping your throat while he desperately tries to hold back his soft whimpers.

“fuck.. fu-ahh”

“mmh.. ahh-ngh”

Few thrusts are enough before he’s spilling his sweet cum inside you yet again, painting your walls as his hips slowly stop. His hand quickly coming back to your sides to support his body, while you both catch your breath.

He chuckles again, his lovely smirk raising on the corner of his lips, his precious blush showing up. He softly bends down, coming next to your face.

Your cheek tiredly placed on the desk, as he kisses the visible one, brushing your hair to the side. He smiles at your fucked out expression; or more so, non-expression.

He slowly pushes his hips further to trigger you, or see any reactions from you.

“another round ?”

He whispers through a tender chuckle, his dick still buried inside your cunt, perfectly wrapped inside your soft and warm walls. You weakly whine, raising up your head to gather the small strength left inside you to whisper to him.

“Please no..” You giggle but you physically couldn’t accept, even if your heart and mind screamed otherwise.

He’s quick to brag your body, circling your waist with his arm to help you up and against his bare chest, your eyes still closed and tired when his lips brush against your ear.

“Alright..”

He sweetly groans, slipping out of you, the mix of your cum and his, dropping down your thighs all the way to your ankles, soaking your pantie on the floor yet again.

You grab the edge of the desk for support, taking a deep breath at the feeling of your hole being empty from his cock again when he slips it back into his boxer, that was already painted in his pre-cum.

As you turn around to look up at him, he pulls out his lovely and innocent smile again, as if he wasn’t trying to break the desk under you just minutes ago.

His gaze scanning your naked curves before his eyes meet with your half lidded ones. Your lips quickly finding his when you step forward, your hands crossing behind his neck.

His lips kissing you softly and sweetly, his tongue losing no time to travel to your mouth as his hands caress your waist, one hand falling to stay over your bare ass, making him smile over your lips.

“i love you”

He utters under his breath, marking a pause through the kiss as he hugs you, his lips next to your ear.

“i love you too”

He kisses you again, breaking the hug with a smile.

“let’s get ourselves cleaned up”

He says, looking into your eyes dearly as if this wasn’t all part of his plan to ruin you like he had seen on those filthy videos when you were away.

Cause gosh.. his hands don’t feel like your walls do.

— SUGURU ♡ yuuta thoma XAVIER rafayel leander atsumu kazutora MARIUS —

— AND YOUR FAVS ♡

it just so happened to cross my mind, didn’t it ? had an idol in mind while writing that lol, his name began with an S too so Suguru just had to be first… sigh, that damn man.

hope you appreciate this one! likes, rb and comments are appreciated, thank you lovelies ♡

@eternallyei. please do not copy/translate/use as your own.