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sylus you can try to act as nonchalant and mysterious as you want but i know you have a secret stash of love letters and trinkets from your dates with mc hidden somewhere in your room
The concept of the LaDs men accidentally hurting you with their Evol... hear me out please
TW: I want to emphasis the "accidentally" part. None of these scenarios are meant to be the LaDs men intentionally harming you. Also blame the angst on @zaynezone for her Sylus angst that was meant to be payback for @wetforsylus
Xavier, trying to be helpful, uses his evol to give you more light while you try and work. But, your brain is already on overload and one glance at the light emitting from his hand and you feel the uncomfortable and unwelcome throb of a migraine forming along your temple and behind your eye. The horror on his face when he realizes what he did and immediately jumping to grab your medication and rush you to a dark room for comfort. Muttering repeated apologizes as he gets flutters around you, gathering things to ease the pain like a cold compress to press over your eye.
Rafayel, getting a little too daring with his attempts to impress you. Using his evol to toast your marshmallow a little faster, the pretty pinkish-red flames dazzling enough that you barely process it grazing your skin until you instinctively drop the stick you had been holding to shake your hand rapidly. All color would drain from his face, hand grabbing your wrist and dragging it closer to his face. Voice slightly shaken as he asks you if you're okay and if you need first aid, the words tumbling out over each other. It'll end up leaving a scar on the back of your hand, something you truly don't mind but he can't help but feel several emotions when he sees.
Zayne, upset and stressed out about you nearly getting yourself killed on a mission. It had been a close call, closer than others, and it was enough to visibly shake the both of you. You had gotten a bit fed up with his constant coddling after that, finally getting into it with him one night after he declines signing off on you retiring from desk duty and returning to the field. It wasn't until ice nipped at your skin and visibly made you flinch that Zayne realized he had lost control of his emotions. You watch him shut down and close you out, more horrified by his immediate withdrawal than the pain flooding every nerve.
Sylus, panicking during an ambush when you're nearly kidnapped. The rush of movement, the ringing of gunfire as bullets and his evol tear through bone and flesh. You can handle yourself, he knows he doesn't need to be on top of you but he always keeps an eye. It happens so quick he nearly losses his cool. Your yell, the random assailant touching you, dragging you back towards one of the cars they had arrived in. His evol lashes out, ripping the man clean from your body and yanking you towards him in one swift movement. The man is gone before you can blink, turning to Sylus to utter thanks only for him to stare at you with a pained, nearly unreadable expression. Crimson lines of blood well on your skin, his evol had cut you, deep.
Caleb, getting agitated during a disagreement, the bickering had been going on for nearly an hour now. A real disagreement, one that one likely end in you storming away and slamming your door. He sees it coming, sees you huff and puff and suddenly you're not listening to anything else he's saying. You're turning on your heels and making the move to escape. His evol acts before his mind does, weighing you down so quickly that your legs buckle and you hit the floor with a harsh thwack. You can't even utter anything, looking up at him with wide, disbelieving eyes. He could vomit at the sight, his evol releasing immediately as he jumps to check you for injuries.
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featuring . 𓍊𓋼︎݁︎݁˖ { rafayel | xavier | caleb | sylus | zayne }
separately x afab!reader { how do they react to your period? }
tags 𖦹˙٭𓆣 mdni bratty/meanie reader 😁, crack, suggestive, fluff, graphic depictions of cramps/period pain/mood swings, mentions of death (not serious), tease!rafayel wants u to slap him???, xavier dacryphilia agenda, caleb wants to hit even on ur period 😐, domestic and patient and masochist sylus, brat tamer zayne who is puttin’ up with none of it :D
notes 𖤣𖥧⋆˚⋆˚⋆˖° i present to u: jay is experiencing pms via intense irritation w men and cannot write smut. they can, however, write bratty reader and suggestive texts from the lads men. a win for the brats of the lads fandom, i think?
𓇼 RAFAYEL ⋆.˚ 𓆉𓆝 𓆡⋆࿔˚
⏾ XAVIER .𖥔݁ ˖︎ ִ ༄˖°.
ᯓ✈︎︎CALEB ⋆°•☁︎︎.ೃ࿔
𓅇 SYLUS ࿐ ⊹ ࣪ ˖
⋆❆˚ ZAYNE 。⊹❅˙.
thank you for reading :-) rbs & comments appreciated!!
hi!! if requests are open still,,, wld i be able to request like. reactions/comfort from the LADS love interests to reader getting cheated on?? LADS has been helping me through a rooough breakup, haha
you can read it here —i was totally going to post the smau under this req but it slipped my mind and i only remembered when i was done formatting the post so i ended up uploading it separately, i hope that's okay!!!
i've been super busy but i liked this idea so i wanted to post a little something :) i really hope you like it and that it helps you feel at least a little better! hoping you're healing and doing okay now <3
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i feel like i sometimes try too hard when it comes to being accurate in my portrayal of the lis and then the dialogues just end up sounding weird and overdramatic 😭 i'm almost done with my next smau but im stuck because i keep overthinking lmao
okay i have four finals to get through so i might not be able to post much but i'm gonna try to schedule at least two smaus or one smau and one drabble because i dont want to go that long without uploading any works 🥲
you've left your ID at home, but the situation demands it! how will they help you? (someone mistook me for a minor in the store the other day. i am in my mid 20s.)
sylus:
“i’ve had it ten times before. i can list the ingredients in alphabetical order. and reverse alphabetical order.”
“menu’s up online. wouldn't be hard to memorize a few words, forwards and backwards.” elysium’s bartender crosses his big tattooed arms and turns his nose up at you. “i’m going to need to see some identification.”
huffing incredulously, you fumble for your wallet. “you’re not usually up front. where’s aislinn?”
“she went on vacation, but not before putting me in charge. i call the shots tonight. now hand it over.”
you all but throw your ID card at him, and he swipes it up in his grubby little hands. he runs his thumbs over it, holds it up to the light, sniffs it. then, he squints at you. “this fake?”
“huh?”
he grins triumphantly. “it is, isn't it? you wouldn't be the first to try to trick me. this is the n109 zone! look, kid, i don’t know what you’re going through, but best i can offer you is water. i can get you a cup, or you can sit here and watch while i call secur—”
slow footsteps approach from behind, followed by a familiar deep voice. “something the matter?”
your shoulders sag with relief. your savior has arrived.
immediately, the bartender straightens. “no, sir. i just wanted to see her ID, but i think she gave me a fake. i was just about to ask her to leave.”
sylus glances between you, meeting your pout with a near imperceptible smirk. “is someone’s word good enough for you?”
“depends on whose it is. we run a tight ship around here, sir! we want to make you proud.”
sylus nods, already bored with the encounter. “i’ll vouch for her, then. my partner can come and go as she pleases.”
the bartender’s hand slips, tipping over a glass of ice. it shatters as it hits the ground, and sylus raises an eyebrow.
“i’ll pay for that,” the man says with a nervous laugh. “matter of fact, i’ll buy a whole new set. those were getting old, anyway.”
shrugging, sylus slides a bill across the counter. “you can take that up with aislinn. i’m only here to make sure you get her her drink. she hardly needs an ID when she has her own special menu.” his voice softens as he tilts his head to the side. “one 'sweet evil trap,' please.”
“c-coming right up!”
rafayel:
raf: hey
raf: heyyy. it’s starting soon. where are youuuu
with a frustrated growl, you drop your phone to your side. “can you please just let me in? i’m going to be late!”
“sorry, miss, but with the heavy themes present in this exhibition, we can't let anyone in without ID. it’s nothing personal—just doing my job.”
of course he is. it’s not like he’s standing out here blocking your path for fun. it’s not his fault. it’s not his fault.
taking a deep breath, you redirect your anger. curse thomas for not telling you beforehand! you’ve spent ten minutes trying to strongarm this attendant into letting you into rafayel’s new exhibition, and he still won’t budge.
you bite your lip as you look at the clock, watching your time run out by the second.
rafayel’s been talking about this all week. if you don’t show up…
well, you’ll feel bad, first of all. but more importantly, you’ll never hear the end of it.
in sheer desperation, you pick your phone back up and jab the video call button.
“don’t tell me you're not coming,” he starts with a sigh. “i’ve been looking forward to seeing my cutie all day, and now i can’t even have that? you’re cruel.”
“you can have it if you help me out,” you reply. “i’m outside, but they won’t let me in without identification. and i left mine at your studio, because i was completely left in the dark about needing it. through no fault of your own, i’m sure.”
“well, duh. we’ll have to straighten thomas out for this, won’t we?” his bright eyes narrow on the screen. “now turn me around, will you?”
half puzzled, half exasperated, you turn your phone around to face the attendant.
“hey…what’s his name badge say? it’s too tiny.”
“um…eric,” you supply.
“hey, eric! yeah, down here, buddy. thanks for helping out today, but tell me one thing: why is the artist’s partner being blocked from entering his exhibit?”
eric pales as recognition dawns on his face. “w-we’ve been asking for everyone’s ID, sir. it’s a requirement given the nature of the exhibi—”
“you have a list, don't you? one name is on it at every event. unconditional entry.”
you’re not even sure if there is a list. you’ve never heard of it before, and eric’s hands are empty. still, he doesn’t seem to care as he finally steps aside to let you in.
“uh…thank you.” you give him an awkward pat on the back and wince when he flinches. “sorry about that.”
below, rafayel’s huff reminds you you’re running late. “hurry up, will you? i don’t know if i have the strength to entertain people anymore. i’m losing energy by the second,” he whines. “if i don’t see you before the show, i might faint on the first piece.”
zayne:
“you don’t have to come all the way here—i’m sure i can figure something else out.”
“you’re sick, are you not?”
“yes.”
“you need medicine, do you not?”
you cough weakly, your throat tightening from the effort. “…yes.”
“i’ll be there soon,” zayne declares. over the phone, you can hear his engine starting.
“still, i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to steal the one break you have today.”
“your wellbeing is always my top priority. this request proves you’re looking after yourself. how is that something to apologize for?”
you sniffle miserably. “i’m not doing a very good job of it. if i was, i wouldn’t have forgotten my license.”
after being sidelined by a bad cold all week, you finally made the trek to the pharmacy this morning. but in your feverish haze, you left your driver's license at home. and apparently, in this day and age, you need to show ID to buy cold medicine.
after you hang up, you retreat from the checkout line, ambling awkwardly around the store to waste time. when zayne texts to tell you he’s arrived 10 minutes later, you’ve circled back toward the front again.
as the electronic doors slide open, his pristine lab coat flutters in time with his brisk steps. people gawk at him in a mix of curiosity and respect, and you can't tell if the urge to swoon is from admiration or your rising fever.
he spots you immediately, eyes narrowing at your trembling hands and the small pill box between them. “i’m not sure why you didn’t ask me to buy it for you in the first place,” he says, steering you back toward the checkout line. “you’re in no state to be out like this.”
the cashier who turned you down earlier has a blush on his cheeks, and you try not to judge his ogling. for a surgeon to visit a drugstore, let alone in uniform, it must feel like a ceo dropping in on his employees.
the cashier looks guilty even asking for ID, but zayne presents it without complaint. the exchange is much smoother—and much less embarrassing—than your earlier attempt, which left you wanting to melt into the floor.
“come on,” he says as he guides you toward the exit. “i’ll drive you home and make you something to eat. this medication should be taken with food.”
“you don’t have to! i can do those things myself, now that i have this. i’m sure i’ll be better in no time.”
he gives you a flat look. “firstly, you’re ill. secondly, it may be because you’re ill that you seem to have forgotten: the reason you called me in the first place was because you forgot your driver’s license.”
your cheeks heat up, and it’s not from the fever. “oh.”
“yes.”
you bite your lip anxiously. “what about my car?”
“after i take you home, i’ll see if anyone at the hospital is available for a favor. i’ll drive your car back, and they can drive mine.”
you can’t help but cringe at the thought of him entrusting his car to someone else. “sorry.”
smiling softly, he pulls your jacket tighter around you. “again, there’s nothing to apologize for. if anything, i’m happy that i was the one you called.”
caleb:
“okay, sir, you're good to go—woah there, missy!”
right as the theme park attendant waves caleb through, he clips the rope back in place to block your path. as your eyes widen in confusion, the park’s biggest rollercoaster looms behind you. “is something wrong? we have two tickets, right?”
the attendant shakes his head and points to a worn-down measuring stick with a sign on top: must be this tall to ride. “sorry, kid. maybe when you’re older.”
bristling, you glare at the rope separating you and caleb. “are you serious? i’m almost the same age as him.”
“you got proof?”
you scoff inwardly, and a bit outwardly, too. “of course i do. it’s right he—”
you dig through your bag with confidence but freeze when your hand comes up empty. on the other side of the rope, caleb gives you a look that needs no interpretation: i told you so.
all morning, he’d nagged you to clean up your things on the coffee table before you forgot something important, but you were too engrossed in your phone to listen. somewhere deep down, you knew he was right. he usually was. you just didn’t expect your disobedience to come back to bite you so soon.
“i…left my wallet at home,” you admit, suddenly sheepish. “but is there any way you could—”
“you know what? it’s okay if we don’t ride this one. i’ve never been good with heights anyway,” caleb lies effortlessly. “c’mon, pipsqueak. let’s find something more your style.”
──────
poorly muffled snickers chase you as you spin around in the giant teacup.
“alright, i get it. it’s not funny,” you grumble.
“oh, sorry. could you hear me? i’ll try to be quieter.”
“you—oh, forget it! it’s my fault. i can’t even be mad at you.” you finish just as a teacup full of screeching toddlers passes you by. they make your headache worse.
caleb hums thoughtfully. “you can be. just a little. i may have chosen that rollercoaster on purpose.”
rage shoots through you like the puck on a high striker. “you what?”
“i knew they’d ask you for ID since you’re negative feet tall, and i saw your wallet sitting on the table before we left. consider this a life lesson. i think ‘always listen to caleb’ has a nice ring to it.”
“that’ll be hard,” you say sweetly, simmering at his satisfied grin. “because once i get out of this teacup, caleb won’t be able to speak.”
xavier:
“remember that restaurant we wanted to try? i’m here right now, but…i can’t get in.”
xavier’s defeated tone makes your brows furrow. “what do you mean, can’t get in? are they closed or something?”
“not exactly. apparently, they don’t let anyone under twenty-one inside.”
“okay, but…you’re over twenty-one.”
“that’s what i said. but they don’t believe me.” you can hear his pout over the phone. “i left my hunter badge, so i don’t have any proof. can you bring yours? or are you busy?”
you are busy, technically—if lounging around waiting for him to come home counts. but if he can’t come to you, you guess you’ll go to him. “just stay put. i’ll be there in a few.”
──────
the street lights glow a little brighter as you walk up to xavier at the entrance. he steps back so you can squeeze in front of him, and you greet the employee with a smile.
“hi! so sorry about that. we’re together, but this one forgot his ID. i hope this works for you instead?” you pass the woman your hunter badge, hoping she’ll take pity and let you both in.
she raises an eyebrow as she inspects it. “i’m supposed to believe you? you both look the same age.”
your heart lurches in your chest. “but the—”
“i guess i should thank you for keeping our city safe, but this doesn’t tell me your age. just your credentials.” she waves the badge in the air and hands it back to you. “no verification, no entry. manager’s rules.”
slowly, you look up at xavier, bewildered expressions matching one another. “i thought looking young was supposed to be a good thing?” you whisper.
his eyes widen as he shakes his head. “i thought so, too.”
“listen,” the woman continues. “i can tell you’re good kids, and i don’t want you going hungry. you might not be able to get in here, but there’s a place across the street that might suit you better.” she jabs her thumb forward, and you both whip your heads around to see where she’s trying to send you.
when you spot it, xavier’s mouth falls open while you exclaim in outrage.
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