#sakuverse jonah

[aestheticpearl]

asking them for a kiss

✧·˚feat: kayson mayer, jonah, xanthus claiborne, andrew marston, issac rhoades, elias, zaros athat’lin, luca pearce, rowan

✧·˚genre: fluff, suggestive

✧·˚requested: yes!

✧·˚a/n: i did steal your meme kieran cause it actually cracked me up and i just had to use it lol

.love always <3 pearl

.texts masterlist

[lil-binuu]

What did they go to prison for? / ZSakuVA characters

did i miss anyone?

@xzhdjsj @belladonnadawn @kieran-rhoades @peppymintdreams @xxminxrq @dollsprincesa @xxluneilaxxaus @penelopesbaby @shelllyy

[zsakuva]

[M4A Audio RP] Tipsy Boyfriend Can't Stop Teasing You

Happy Holidays! Enjoy your time with a tipsy Jonah who might allow liquid courage to confess some sincere truths.

[passionclocksblog]

Sleepy jonah

[claiestve]

ꨄ sakuverse tweets ! pt. 5 :

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

well hello pickle

[thea1chemy]

not true actually

[literary-motif]

Pick Me Up

Jonah x Reader

An interaction with a rude customer leaves you a little rattled.

Warnings: harassment

Working at the bar would not be half as bad if it were not for the small percentage of horrible customers. The majority was alright, some were even memorably polite, but at the end of the day, you always remembered the outright rude ones, making every pleasant customer interaction sink to the back of your mind. 

You could still picture the face of the woman who had sneered at you, telling you that the Vodka Martini you had served her was made with cheap Martini — as if you had any control over the beverages your employer chose to supply his establishment with. 

You remembered the man who had rolled his eyes at you, clicking his tongue before telling you that you were horriblyorganized because you told him the licorice was out of stock — as if it was your job to walk to the store and get it.

When being served, people often forgot the basic structure of the establishment they were sitting in. 

It was normally not the bartender who was responsible for the limited option of drinks at the bar — it was their employer. It was not the waiter’s fault if the portion of the food was insufficient, they were not the ones in the kitchen preparing it. 

It was not you who made the prices, but the boss who occasionally helped himself to the tips of his staff. It was not your fault if you were out of every type of whiskey if your boss refused to buy new ones because their prices had skyrocketed. 

The only problem was that it was you, interacting with the customers. It was your face they saw. It was you representing the establishment, so naturally, it was you they blamed for every little inconvenience they could think of.

Still, it was alright. 

You had learned quickly not to take these things to heart, and it was not an unusual occurrence for you to return home late from one of your shifts, find Jonah still awake, and spill your guts about the trashy customer you had had to deal with that day. He always listened attentively, laughing alongside you at these people’s weird sense of entitlement, and offering commentary on the situation. Together, you often came up with the most hilarious replies to people’s snide comments that had you howling with laughter. 

If rude customers were rare in the majority of people you interacted with daily, there was another fraction who was rarer still: the people who made you genuinely uncomfortable. 

Every once in a while, maybe every two months or so, a person would fall into that category. Sometimes, they tried flirting with you. Sometimes, they made inappropriate comments. Sometimes, they reached over the counter and gave you a confused look when you sprung back. 

Most of the time these people were drunk, having indulged in a little too much alcohol. They tried fighting your decision to stop serving it to them, and only begrudgingly walked out of the bar after you remained stubborn. 

Rarer still were the times when someone completely sober was sitting on the stool before you, watching you like a hawk as they tried chatting you up. 

“You have a pretty face,” he said, keeping his gaze on you as you prepared his Espresso Martini. He wore a tailored suit with a striped tie and must have bathed in cologne. You could smell its deep scent from the other side of the counter from how exceedingly he had applied it. “You should smile more. You’re too serious.”

You glanced at him. He gave you a smirk. The air of entitlement was strong with this one. 

“What is there to smile about when I am pouring vodka into a cocktail shaker?” you retorted, keeping your face carefully blank. 

“Maybe it’s the fact that you’re doing it for me, love. Come on, give me a smile.”

Your colleague had just left for a smoke break, so you were alone behind the counter with his increasingly uncomfortable presence before you. 

Those gray eyes did not stop boring into you, and your hands began to shake as he continued smiling at you. 

“Smile, come on.”

“Sir, I need you to back off,” you said, moving away from him in a faux search for the sugar syrup. 

“It’s behind you, darling,” he said, giving you a dazzling smile. “I’ve seen you here a few times. How come you still don’t know where everything is? Am I making you nervous, or are you just that much prettier than you are intelligent?” He chuckled, expecting you to do the same. 

You only stared at him, clenching your jaw. Who the fuck did this baster think he was talking to? You opened your mouth to reply, the words dying on your tongue as you caught sight of his watch. It was engraved, the name William Kennedyglaring at you in pretty cursive. How had you not recognized the son of your employer? 

You swallowed thickly. 

“Cat got your tongue, sugar?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Now come on, finish my drink.”

You reached for the sugar syrup, not dignifying him with a response as you did what you were told. What could you do? You needed this job, and although you were sure you could find another one in no time with your experience and qualifications, it was still an inconvenience you would much rather avoid. Telling the son of your boss to fuck off would get you fired, right? You were pretty sure it would, so you bit your tongue. 

“You know,” he continued, and you had never wanted anyone to shut up as badly, “now you are just the type of person I would take home. You’re sweeter when you keep your mouth shut, the only thing missing is a smile.” He pulled out his wallet, waving a ten-pound note in front of your face. “Smile if you want a tip,” he said. 

You stood frozen, the cocktail shaker in your hands forgotten as you blinked at the scum before you. “I’m in a relationship,” you said tensely, your eyes narrowing in a glare. 

“So am I,” he replied, adding five pounds. “Smile.”

“Listen,” you began, losing your patience. Son of your boss or not, this was getting ridiculous. You set aside the cocktail shaker, meeting his gaze coldly. “I don’t know what you think you’re doing here. I’d advise you to stop, or I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

“You listen, actually,” he said, placing his elbows on the counter and leaning forward until he was face to face with you, “maybe you don’t know who I am, and I can excuse ignorance. This whole place is going to be mine someday, got that? I could get you fired with a phone call. So how about you give me a pretty smile and serve me that drink I ordered.” 

“Sir, I need you to leave this establishment.” 

He chuckled, making a show of checking his watch. “I’m going to give you sixty seconds until I—” 

Whatever he was about to say got caught in his throat as you opened the cocktail shaker, throwing the contents of his would-be Espresso Martini onto his white dress shirt, staining it irreparably.

He cursed profusely, springing to his feet and staring down the front of his ruined shirt. You had gotten some on his suit jacket as well. 

The two women at the table in the far corner snickered loudly, and even the elderly man who liked to read his newspaper with a glass of red wine looked up, raising an eyebrow at the cursing mess before you. 

“I’m going to give you sixty seconds to leave before I call the police on you for harassment,” you said, staring him down. “Sir.”

He shot a deathly glare your way, picking up his wallet off the counter. “Just you wait,” he spat, storming out of the bar and leaving a wet trail of footsteps you now needed to clean up. 

The added work was worth it though. You wondered what your boss would think when he watched the CCTV. Perhaps he had gotten the angry call already, demanding to fire you immediately.

Your blood was boiling, and you found yourself not caring about his opinion at all. Nobody treated you like this, least of all your boss’ entitled son. Still, his words rang in your ears, and you wondered if his petty scheme of revenge extended beyond an angry phone call to his father. Who knew the connections he had? Who knew how much you had truly pissed him off. 

At the end of your shift, you found yourself dreading the thought of walking home alone. 

“Hey babe, what’s up?” Jonah’s cheery voice on the other end of the line was an immediate ray of sunshine on this bleak night. “You’re done early.”

“Hi, uh,” you stammered, feeling a little embarrassed. Your anxieties were probably just paranoia anyway. There was no need to inconvenience Jonah with any of this.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, the tone of concern slicing through your heart like a knife. You had not meant to make him worry. “Babe?”

“Nothing’s wrong, just,” you began, shifting your weight and looking around the empty bar. “Today was weird and— and if you’re not busy, could you come get me? I’d rather not make my way home alone.”

“Sure. Where are you?” he asked. You heard the creak of his gaming chair and the shuffling of clothes. “Still at the bar?”

“Yeah,” you replied, glancing at the cocktail shaker. 

“Stay there. I’ll be there in approximately fifteen minutes, alright? I’ll smother you in a hug and you’ll tell me all about your day. Sounds good?”

You chuckled, picking up your bag and turning off the lights behind the counter. “I can start walking and we’ll meet halfway.”

“Babe, you don’t need to if you don’t feel like it,” he said. You heard the front door shut. “I’m on my way. If you’d rather we walk together, then that’s fine. There is no need to rush, and honestly, if you tell me today has been weird, I’d rather you wait for me inside.”

“I’m probably overreacting.”

“On the one-in-a-million chance you’re not, I’d rather not test it,” Jonah said, hurriedly making his way down the street. “Do you need me to stay on the line?”

“Nah, I’m fine,” you said, peering through the shut blinds into the darkness outside. “I’ll wait for you.”

“Good. See you in a few minutes, babe. Love you.”

“I love you, too.”

[belladonnadawn]

Sakuverse men if someone kicks their seat during a plane ride

Hcs about them during an annoying flight! ft. Isaac Rhoades, Xanthus Claiborne, Andrew Marston, Kayson Mayer, Dontis, Jonah, and Elias

Isaac

Trips overseas through plane is quite common for Isaac since he usually needs to meet up with a client or finish an assignment during those trips.

First class type of man (probably has a private jet).

That meant that he needed his undivided focus during those trips.

And tough luck, he wasn't able to achieve those as he felt a movement on his seat coming from behind him.

Isaac would pause, making sure that his seat was actually moving and it's not his fatigue catching up to him.

Once he confirmed that someone is kicking his seat, he'd sigh and turn to them.

"Are you... kicking my seat?"

"Sorry..."

"Please don't."

Will give them a "I'm not mad just disappointed" look.

Xanthus

We all know that he's the number one plane lover /j

Of course he flies first class.

His only plan is to sleep and get over with it, praying that his annoyance won't amplify or people won't bother him.

But God's probably on a day off because they did not hear his prayers.

Xanthus will try to gather all his patience and strength to calm himself down as he felt someone kick his seat.

Would look back at them and definitely stare them down.

"Don't kick my seat."

"Sorry."

Would try to clear his head, but if it continues, he'd definitely talk to them again, but this time he'll show how he's NOT playing.

"I compell you—!"

Kayson

He's probably excited to go back and see his mom and brothers.

Would talk about them so much, he'd also probably explain what he got for them and why.

Flies economy.

Probably in a good mood so much that small inconveniences won't bother him.

Unfortunately, this time it does.

Kayson will be confused, he'd probably wait for a few second to confirm if it's true.

And it is.

He'd probably try and look behind him multiple times to check if someone is truly kicking his seat.

Would be obvious to the person kicking his seat.

If that didn't work, he'd turn to them with an awkward smile.

"Hey, uh, so you're kicking my seat..."

"Oh, sorry."

"It's fine."

Would let out the biggest sigh of relief once it stopped.

Andrew

This guy needs a break from everything, especially after what happened.

And of course, a vacation might aid that.

Business class since he probably saved up enough money for it and he wants to treat you too.

Unfortunately, people are people.

Would take a deep breath, he already dislikes it when people fidget and now someone's kicking his seat?

Andrew would clear his throat and turn to them.

"Excuse me, are you kicking my seat?"

"Oh, I didn't notice. Sorry."

"I understand, please don't do that again."

Would shake his head like a disappointed dad.

Dontis

This man's a traveler, type of man who wants to experience the world and connect with others and their culture.

First class (what he deserves)

He'd probably tell you stories about his trips too and makes sure that you're comfortable during the ride.

Sadly, he's not the comfortable one.

Will look behind him once he feels those kicks.

He doesn't let small matters get to him, unless it reaches to a certain point.

Dontis would probably be polite with it.

"Excuse me, but I noticed that you're kicking my seat." "Oh, I'm so sorry!" "No, it's okay. Just don't do it again. Thank you."

Jonah

Convinced you to go on a vacation with him and ditch that fuckass bar. What a man.

Economy in a decent airline.

Had his itinerary and plans ready so once you guys landed, you're good to go.

Jonah probably has a switch or any gaming device to keep himself entertained.

At first, he probably won't care since he's too immersed. But as it goes on, it will bother him so much, he'll blame his loses on the person kicking his seat.

Would sigh and turn around.

"Hey, please don't kick my seat. It's really bothering me." "Sorry." "Thanks."

Elias

Trips are either an order from his father or he just wants to get away.

Definitely first class or private jet.

Books window seat so he can daydream and feel like he's in a music video as he listens to his playlist that he specifically made for the trip.

Once he feels those kicks, he'd sigh.

Would turn around, take his headphone off, and look at them from head to toe before sitting back to their seat.

Won't even try to hide the fact that he's irritated.

If it continues, he'll face them again.

"Hey, so your feet is kicking my seat." "Sorry."

Sighs so loud and leans back to his seat hard enough to send a message.

[soscarlett1twas]

Dress To Impress

↳ Elias and Jonah play Dress To Impress ↳ 419 words

“Where is the sleep mask?”

“Man, I don’t know, it got moved around with the update—“

“The theme is sleepwear, I need the mask—“

“Do you sleep with a mask?”

“No but it’s about the implications, Elias.”

Jonah said, rechecking the mannequin the mask used to be on and, sure enough, it was nowhere to be found.

“Maybe you should.” The other’s voice lifted through the headset. “Isn’t it midnight over there? Get some sleep dude.”

“Nah.”

And so they kept playing.

It was a bit at first. The Roblox game had a sudden boost in popularity and Jonah, always ready to follow the trends of his fellow streamers, suggested to Elias they play it beforehand to get a feel.

That was two weeks ago. The stream had come and gone but they kept playing, often well into the night. Neither expected it to be so addictive. Nor to get so invested.

As the timer ticked down slowly, Jonah relaxed a bit, accepting that the outfit was complete — sleep mask or not.

That calm immediately fell when the runway music started and he was on first.

Elias cackled as he heard the clicks of a madman — Jonah’s mouse, already obnoxiously loud due to it being right next to his mic, whipped through about eight different poses before his avatar was off the runway.

“Bit slow on the draw there,” he said as the character launched into the infamous pose 12 and Jonah failed to recover in time.

“Shush.”

The rest of the runway went in standard fashion. Elias was a bit more graceful with the posing, using strictly animated ones and with moments to breathe between them.

Which may have been the reason he landed second place.

‘Ty!’ Elias typed in chat — a common courtesy — while Jonah took off all his items to prepare for next round.

“Maybe you would have gotten podium if you had your sleep mask.”

Jonah laughed. “Maybe.”

“You really should go to sleep.”

“After this round.”

Elias huffed. “You’re addicted.”

“You’re the one who bought VIP!”

Elias’ webcam betrayed his humorously guilty look.

A moment after the intermission’s time ran up and the new theme was announced.

“Renaissance?” They read together.

Jonah immediately turned to his other monitor and typed in “renessaince dress to impress,” scrolling through the images tab and analyzing their outfits.

“This is a harder theme…” Jonah muttered. The game was dominated by modern clothing. How was he supposed to replicate the Renaissance era? “Elias?”

“…I’m dressing as Beyoncé.”

[jonahsbf]

crumpets out here making such good ocs for their listeners, and then there's me, just imagining my actual irl self as the listener of my fav characters ...... ("—ᴗ—)

[aestheticpearl]

sending photos of them sleeping

✧·˚feat: kayson mayer, jonah, xanthus claiborne, andrew marston, issac rhoades, elias, zaros athat’lin, luca pearce, rowan

✧·˚genre: fluff, suggestive

✧·˚requested: yes!

✧·˚a/n: i could not find a sleeping purple haired boy for the life of me so just use your imagination for jonah lol

.love always <3 pearl

.text masterlist

[hinasxvii]

Catching Them Fall On Camera

❥ 𝗦𝗮𝗸𝘂𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗮/𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗮𝗺!

★ 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗻 𝗴𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗹𝗲𝘀, 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆! 𝗠𝗪𝗔𝗛𝗛𝗛 💞

𒊹 𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘀!!! 💞

[zsakuva]

SUPER RANDOM! but which characters do you think would tolerate/make/laugh at dirty jokes?

Elias, Jonah, Kayson, Alex, Luca, and Zaros most likely.

[penelopesbaby]

It wont let me add anymore 🥲

[claiestve]

ꨄ sakuverse tweets ! pt. 4 :

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

well… well okay LUCA HAS BEEN ADDED

[peppymintdreams]

Sakuverse Masterlist

Every ZSakuVA fanfic i've written (except for Sakuverse Reimagined Twist of Fate and Headcanon) is here, NOTICE NON BLUE FIC TITLES WILL BE MOVED TO MASTER-LIST II

Angst: 🔥 Fluff: ☁️ NSFW: 🌶️ Yandere: 🔪 AU:🌎

Alex:

Andrew Marston:

Disobedient 🌶️

The First Morning After ☁️

A Resurfacing Nightmare 🔥

You Broke Me Now We Drift Away 🔥

Soft Keys ☁️

A Swan's Cry 🔥

Haunting Dreams 🔥

Shattered Reflections 🔥

The Breaking Point 🔥☁️

A Battle Of Wills 🔥🌶️

An Unwritten Chapter 🔥☁️

Winding Roads ☁️

Not In Love 🔥

A Waltz Under Glass and Stars ☁️

My Darling ☁️

After The Fight 🔥

Forever and Always 🔥☁️

Unyielding Obsession 🔪

I Want to Protect You 🔥

Whispers in The Highways 🔥

You're My Daydream ☁️

Show Me How ☁️

A Photograph Worth a Thousand Memories☁️

Twin Troubles 🔥

Asirel:

Cevyk:

Dontis:

Elias:

Eye Understand You ☁️

Secret Weapon☁️

Hey Sexy Boy ☁️

Hot and Sweaty.... Ramen ☁️🌶️

Sick and Tired of You ☁️

Shower With You ☁️

A Catty Man 🔥

You a Sickie Baby ☁️

Memories We Can't Recall 🔥

Gifts ☁️

Crumbling Dreams 🔥

Just Me and My Thoughts ☁️

A Quiet Moment

A Quiet Escape

Marked Territory

Caged Affection

Green-Eyed Trouble

Until You Wake

Caught In The Act

Close Enough

Unexpected Trouble

Beach Buddies

Wines Affect

Mario Party Madness

The Tears of a Grown Man

Sunset Moonrise

“[Secret Agent Barista]”

Bratty Behavior

Tears in the Storm

Portrait of Disaster

Namaste or Not

Riding Into The Sunset

Isaac Rhoades:

Sing Sweet Nightingale 🔪

Morning Love ☁️

Sick and Pickled ☁️

The Dawn in the First Light ☁️

Crime and Idiocracy ☁️

Broken Promises🔥☁️

Soft interruptions☁️

Lines Crossed🔥☁️

Movie Night☁️

Anxious🔥☁️

A Work of Art From God ☁️🌶️

Insomnia Who? ☁️

Burn It ☁️

Panik....Kalm....PANIK 🔥☁️

Begone Thot🔥🌶️

Trust 🔥☁️

I'm Tired of this Grandpa 🔥☁️

So Purty ☁️

Waiting for You 🔥

Who did This 🔥🔪

Forgotten Flames 🔥☁️

Thinking ☁️

Furry Little Friends ☁️

Dress Code 🔥🌶️

You Signed the Contract

Good morning to You too…

The Gifts of Orchids

Pieces of My Heart

Until I’m Home Again

Sweet Moments

Steps to the Heart

Blossoms in His Arms

Shadows of The Past

Jonah:

Kayson Mayer:

Luca Pearce:

Wicked 🌎🔥

Rainey Nights New Beginnings 🌎☁️

The Heart Knows no Boundaries🔥☁️

You Fit Perfectly With Me🔥☁️

Mentally Not There🔥

The Straw that Breaks the Bunny's back🔥

Trip Down Memory Lane☁️

I Don't Want you to Leave☁️

Everybody get in the fuckin holiday spirit☁️

Read 5:38 Pm☁️

You're My everything i'm Glad your here☁️

Wrong Side of Bed🔥☁️

Fading🌎🔥

Make a Wish with Me☁️

Obsessed ☁️

Late night Snack ☁️

Call Me ☁️

Obsessed with You Too ☁️

Sleepy Cuddles ☁️

Not Today ☁️

My Husband ☁️

A Cozy Night Out

Queen of Hearts

Tsundere Tendencies

Wisdom Tooth Woes

Daddy’s Little Princess

Home…

Wet Dreams

Matias:

Niall:

Rowan:

Xanthus Claiborne:

Periods ☁️

Time With You ☁️

Bound by Shadows

The Enchanted Night

The Moonlit Pact

Midnight Whispers

A Warm Embrace

The Eternal Gallery

Before the Dawn

A Vampire’s Veil of Shadows Ball

Feeding

A Gift in Ink

A Gem for Love

Eyes on Me

A Vampiric Makeover

Mortal Beauty

Immortal Beauty

Zaros Kymen Atha'lin: