rules + aela + 21

send me a ko-fi <3

requests: open

works under progress: 3

Masterlists:

♡ Haikyuu!!

♡ Boku no Hero Akademia

♡ Kimetsu no Yaiba

♡ Obey me! One Master to Rule Them All

♡ Jujutsu Kaisen

♡ Love and Deepspace

♡ multiple characters

𝑅𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡:

→ don't start with me (JJK)

→ too close (LADS)

→ my bank account is your bank account (LADS)

𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗎𝗉𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽: August 18, 2025

Unfortunately, this person has stole content from more LADS creators :/

synopsis: the jjk men pissing you off

characters: nanami, satoru, suguru

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Nanami Kento

Kento has this habit when he’s working that irritates you so much. Pen. Clicking. Writing documents? Documents that need his signature? Even a simple note that he places on your lunch box? There’s always a soft click clack coming from him whenever he’s writing.

He’s signing some documents on your couch when you plopped down beside him. It isn’t long before you hear that familiar click clack—then you’re glaring at him.

“Stop it.” You sternly say, and Kento looks up to see you shooting daggers at him.

“Stop what, darling?”

You point to his pen. He looks at his hand and laughs before quickly pressing his pen—click clack click clack.

You throw a pillow at him, “Kento!”

He chuckles, “Alright, alright, I’ll stop.”

He smirks, and something tells you he won’t.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Gojo Satoru

The moment you started dating Satoru, you knew not everything about him was normal. But you didn’t know this also applied to food. He had this particular way of eating a corndog that annoyed you so much. First, he would eat the cover of the hotdog, then he would eat the hotdog. And normally, you wouldn’t have a problem with it—you weren’t the type to care about how people eat. If it weren’t for the crumbs. The. Bread. Crumbs.

He would get it all over his shirt, the table—even you sometimes! When he forgets to pat down his shirt, which is always. Your eye twitches when you see him eating another corndog.

You point at him, “You. Out.” Then point to the door leading to the terrace.

His jaw drops—he’s never heard you talk to him this way.

“Baby? What did I do?”

You roll your eyes, “Unless you learn how to eat a corndog the normal way, you’re not eating inside our house.”

You hear him mumbling as he heads towards the terrace.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, baby! I love you.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Geto Suguru

Suguru had this habit of leaving his robes everywhere, and since almost always you’re in the same space, you always end up tripping on said robes. Last time, you ended up with tea all over you, and now with rug burn on your cheek from how hard you fell.

“Suguru!” You shout. Silence. You scream again, “Geto Suguru! Come here!”

You hear soft padding on the floor, out comes your husband with that fake soft smile he used when dealing with clients.

“…Why are you on the floor, pretty girl?”

You want to smack that smile off his. You scowl, “You tell me, why are your robes on the floor again when I specifically told you to place them on the laundry basket!”

There was a pause. Then he knelt down and placed his hand on your reddened cheek.

“I’m sorry, pretty. I must’ve forgotten after the meeting last night. Are you okay? Let’s put some ice on that. I promise it won’t happen again, okay?”

“You do it again and the couch is your new bed.”

synopsis: making them flustered without doing anything

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Zayne

You place the lunch you prepared for Zayne on his desk as you walked around his office. His shelves were littered with awards and pictures of the two of you. The door opens—Zayne walks in looking disheveled.

You approach him, “What’s wrong?”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, “Just an exhausting meeting.”

He kisses your temple, but his crooked tie takes your attention. You sigh, undoing his tie to fix it, “Well, good thing I made you lunch, without carrots.”

His eyes widen as he turns his head the other way. It’d been the first time you’ve done this, but with how casual you were being, it was like you had done this for him a hundred times. He can feel his face heating up and lets out a breath as you move away from him, heading to his desk to unwrap the lunch you’ve prepared.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Caleb

You pout, placing a piece of Caleb’s model on the desk. You had offered to help him build a new model he got, but you were having a hard time figuring out where the piece belonged. You puff your cheeks before taking the piece again, this time with Caleb’s help.

“Place it here.” He points near the cockpit.

He makes the mistake of looking at you. Your brows were knitted together in concentration, a few stray strands of hair on your face, the sunlight was flowing in just at the right angle where it hit your face.

He groans, head turned down as his cheeks heat up. ‘Why? Just why?’ he thought. He’s been looking at your face since you were children, so he can’t understand why he’s feeling this way. He eventually snaps out of it, but you notice the entire time you were building the model, he’s avoiding eye contact.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Sylus (aka the reason why I wrote this)

You take off your helmet, grabbing your lipstick. Sylus kicks the stand of the motorcycle to stable himself. He’s about to take his helmet off when you place your hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t move.” You whisper, uncapping your lipstick and using the visor as a mirror to reapply your lipstick.

His eyes slightly widen from your action before quickly glancing at his side mirror. ‘Brat,’ he thought. He smirks and waits for you to finish applying lipstick before taking off his helmet.

“Kitten,” he calls you before you walk away. He caresses your face while slightly smudging your lipstick, “You missed a spot.”

You smirk, “And you look like you need some color on your lips,” before placing a kiss on his lips.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Rafayel

You sigh as you enter Rafayel’s house—it’d been an exhausting day. Wanderers who got away, which resulted in more paperwork to give to Captain Jenna.

You enter the kitchen to see Rafayel making dinner. You hug him from behind, kissing his nape.

He jumps, “Cutie, don’t do that! I almost had a heart attack. What would you have done if I died, huh?”

You move away from him, “Bring you back with true love’s kiss, duh.”

He pouts, facing you. His cheeks are tinted red and there’s a hint of shyness in his voice, “Shut up. Do you know how dangerous that sounds?”

You smile, grabbing his face. You pepper him with kisses, “What’s mwah so mwah dangerous mwah about this?”

You laugh as he pushes you away while covering his face.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Xavier

Xavier stands up from his desk—he’d been doing paperwork this whole evening. Rubbing his eyes, he looks at the clock to see that it’s already 2 AM. He sighs, sitting back down to continue his work when he hears footsteps.

“Xavi? Why haven’t you gone to bed?”

You yawn, looking at Xavier with one eye open, sleep still evident on your face. He looks up—you were wrapped in his blanket, head lolling to the side as you fight off sleep.

He smiles, “I still have to finish this. Go on and sleep. I’ll follow after a few minutes.”

You sigh. He’s so stubborn. You walk to him, sitting on his lap. Leaning your head on his neck, you whisper, “Let’s head to bed please, darling?”

He can feel his heart beating so fast. He sighs in defeat before carrying you to bed.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

synopsis: you move away from them in your sleep because you feel hot

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Zayne

He had his arm wrapped around you with his other arm under your head, legs tangled under the sheet. You woke up feeling like a burrito who’s just been in a microwave. The way Zayne was wrapped around you was comfortable, and if it had been an ordinary night, you would’ve loved it.

But it’s not an ordinary night. It was summer, and it had just been such a hot day that even with the AC on, you were sweating, and with Zayne hugging you and the fluffy blanket thrown on the both of you, it just felt too much.

Still groggy from sleep, you slowly move his arms away and remove the blanket. You feel like every movement is causing you to sweat more. Zayne wakes up from his sleep just to see you wiggling like a slug away from him. He grabs your arm.

“Where are you going?”

You shake his arm off, “’s too hot, love.”

He sighs. Standing up, he heads to the AC and turns it up higher, heads back to bed, and places the blanket on the edge of the bed.

He lays back down on the bed, “Better?”

You return back to him, using his arm as a pillow.

“Mhm,” you hum, already falling back to sleep. He places his hand on your stomach, giving you space while watching your chest rise and fall, lulling him to sleep once more.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Caleb

He wakes up from the feeling of being pushed. He opens his eyes and sees you; eyes closed, brows furrowed, and lips tugging downward. He pulls you in closer,

“Hey, pipsqueak? Nightmare?”

You tsked, “Get off, too hot,” still pushing him away.

He stands up to open the window. A cool breeze flows in, and you heave a sigh of relief. Rubbing his eyes, he checks the clock.

3:02 AM

Heading to the kitchen, he grabs a glass of cold water, making sure not to bump into anything as sleep is quickly catching up to him. He nudges you awake,

“Pipsqueak, drink some water.”

He slowly guides you to sit up and brings the glass to your lips. You grab the glass to drink.

After drinking, you push the glass to his lips, indicating him to drink too. He does. He lays down on the bed, faces you, and grabs your hand, going back to sleep.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Sylus

You wake up due to extreme heat. Your head is on Sylus’ chest with his arm wrapped around your waist. You groan, trying to get away from him. The weather was already hot, and being next to him feels like sleeping beside a furnace.

“Where do you think you’re going, sweetie?”

You turn to see Sylus looking at you. You finally remove his arm from you. You tell him that it’s hot. He raises his brow and rakes a stare down your body—you’re wearing a tank top with shorts and you still feel hot?

He goes to the AC, turns it up to the highest (lowest?) level, and goes back to bed.

He sighs, “Better?” He doesn’t wait for you to respond and just grabs your hand, wrapping his arms around you, more securely this time.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Rafayel

He’s staying over at your place for the night because you invited him to dinner. You were already fast asleep, but he kept pacing back and forth. It was just so hot in your room. His place was by the sea, so it was never hot.

‘It’s just one night, you’re gonna be fine,’ he thought as he slips beside you on the bed.

The moment he touched your skin, you were already pulling away, discarding your blanket.

“What the—heyyy, why are you pulling away? I thought you wanted to sleep with me?”

He grabs your blanket and wraps it around you. You start to wake up.

“Rafayel, get this blanket off me. It’s so hot, I can’t breathe.”

You manage to break away from the blanket and lay on your stomach. He grabs the blanket and starts lightly smacking you with it.

“If you knew it was gonna be this hot, why did we even eat here? We could’ve eaten at my place. If you wanted to cook, you could’ve there.”

He guides you to stand up and drags you outside your apartment to his car and heads to his place.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Xavier

You had stayed at Xavier’s apartment for the night ’cause you got caught up with reading his new books. When you finally closed the book, the sky was already pitch black. You walk to his room and see him reading on his bed. Yawning, you lay down beside him and lay your head on his upper thigh, wrapping your hands around his waist and drifting off.

Xavier smiles as he strokes your head, humming to help you fall asleep. After a few moments, you roll over to your side of the bed, leaving him cold and wondering why you pulled away.

He closes his book and places it on the nightstand.

“What’s wrong, darling?”

He removes your hair from your face and places a kiss on your cheek.

You smile, “Too hot, Xavi.”

He softly laughs, caressing your cheek before standing up to close the window and turning on the AC.

He kisses your forehead, “Is this better?”

You hum, wrapping your hands around his neck, pulling him to bed with you.

synopsis: you didn't use his card to pay

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Zayne

He worked hard to be a cardiac surgeon just to treat your heart condition—what makes you think his money is where he draws the line? He’d just finished his second surgery today, a CABG that took 6 hours, and the first thing he sees on his phone is a text message from you.

“Hey, Zayne. Do you prefer spicy or not spicy soup? I’m at the store to buy the ingredients!”

He smiles, already imagining you waiting for him while cooking.

He replies, “Spicy is fine, I placed my card on the back of your phone. Be safe.”

Just as he placed the phone down, it beeps again from your text.

“It’s fine, I bought my card with me. And it’s just groceries, I can handle it.”

His brow furrows as he noisily types to call your phone, “I gave it to you with the intention that you’ll use it whenever you need. It doesn’t matter if it’s just groceri—”

“Okay! Okay, I’ll use it, alright? Since you insist, I’m buying these expensive lotions I’d been eyeing on.”

He sighs, “If you’re gonna buy those lotions, the least you can do is buy me those hard candy, that blueberry cheesecake we always buy, and those lollipo—”

“I’m getting you ONE pack of candies.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Caleb

This man would be crashing out if he can’t provide for you. He even gets upset when you don’t need his help in getting things from the top shelf. Here he was with a smug smile on his face while handing you his card,

“Use it whenever you need to, pips. Rest assured it won’t ever maxed out.”

That smirk was so irritating that you wanted to wipe it off his face.

“Mhm? Why do I need to? I get payed just fine! And it’s not like other people don’t pay for me.”

“Huh?”

God, that dumbfounded look was just so satisfying to see. Of course, with Caleb paying for whatever you need almost all his life, you weren’t gonna turn down his offer.

He flicks your forehead, “You don’t even need other people’s money. And they don’t treat you always! Just use mine and you can use it endlessly.”

He’s looking at you with his signature puppy eyes and you know you just lost.

Sighing, you take his card, “Fine, and I better not hear any complaints from you.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Sylus

You knew this man doesn’t care even if you spent billions of his money—he literally let you spend more than 10 million a few days after you met. It’s not like you had a problem with spending his money (you don’t); it’s just nice to tease him every now and then, even if it backfires on you most of the time.

You were in the middle of a date when you decided to mess with him.

“Sy, does it taste good?”

He hums, “It tastes quite nice. You always pick the right places, sweetie.”

You smile, “Of course! Since I’m paying, it should be worth it.”

He freezes mid-bite and places his spoon down, “Are you now? If I may say, the soup was quite salty, the pasta lacked flavor, and the tiramisu was just an abomination.”

You smack his arm, “Hey! You said it was nice!”

He smirks, “I’ll pay for it, sweetie, since it wasn’t worth it,” already reaching for his wallet.

Why do you even try?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Rafayel

“Baby, do you think this looks nice?” You gave your phone to Rafayel so he can see the sweater that you wanted. He shrugs, “It’s cute, perfect for rainy days.” You smile, proceeding to check out the sweater, “It’s 115 dollars, it’ll be delivered by next week!” He slowly turns his head, “Next week?" “Yeah!”

He slowly walks toward you and grabs you by the shoulders, “Cutie, did you already pay for it?”

You nod, “Yeah, why? Did you want one too?”

His shoulders slumped as he dramatically flings his arm around, “What?! Since when did you pay for your things? I’m transferring that money to your card.”

You lightly punch his shoulder, “Ayel! There’s no need, I have my own money.”

He raises his eyebrow, “And? I’m still wiring you that money.”

You try to argue, but he’s already tip-tapping away on his phone.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Xavier

“Xavi, what do you want for dinner?” You climbed on the couch and laid on his lap while fumbling on your phone. He shrugs, “Anything is fine.” You poke his cheek, “I’m too lazy to cook, do you want takeout?” He ponders for a moment, “Takeout is fine, I can cook too.” He says, already standing up to head to the kitchen when you quickly sit up, “Takeout it is!”

“How much is it?” He grabs your hand to play with the sleeves of your sweater. “It’s fine, I already payed for it!” His hand stops, and he slowly looks at you. His brows furrow and his lips form into a pout, without saying anything, he smooshes your face in his hands. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what, Xavi?”

He smiles. “Don’t do that again."

characters: yuuji, gojo, nanami

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Itadori Yuuji

He doesn’t even register in his mind that you’re getting hit on. He just thinks someone’s being nice to you, which makes him happy. Though his thoughts change after the stranger makes some questionable comments.

“How about seeing a movie tomorrow? I could pick you up.”

What? His smile is erased from his face and he looks at the guy dead in his eyes.

“What are you talking about? Baby, we have dinner with Gojo-sensei tomorrow, right?” He smiles at you, and it looks forced. He tightens his hold on your waist and you smile.

“Yes, baby. We need to buy something sweet for him for Teacher’s Day.”

He turns to look at the guy and smiles at him. “Sorry, we have some errands tomorrow. You can just reschedule your movie date, maybe never?”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Gojo Satoru

This man does not care about whoever is flirting with you; he knows they can’t compare to him. What matters to him is that your attention is on him and only him. But does this guy really need to be all smiley and have heart eyes for you? He can see the polite smile on your face, though he can’t hear your conversation as he’s having his own conversation with important people with names he can’t remember.

You two have been having a staring contest for a while when a guy came up to you, which caused you to break eye contact with him. He does not like that.

He smiles at the guests. “Excuse me, I need to take care of something.” With that, he heads towards you with a bright smile, slinging his arm around your shoulder. “Hi, baby, who’s this?”

You introduce him to the man.

“Hmm, funny, I haven’t heard of you before. Baby, do you know him?”

You sigh. “No, Toru, he was just asking about the party.”

He points to Shoko. “You can ask her. She’d be delighted to tell you what you want to know. You’re a bother to us.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Nanami Kento

Does he even get jealous? He’s very secure in your relationship; he knows that even when 100 men flirt with you, you won’t pay attention to them. Maybe going as far as being incredibly mean. But that doesn’t mean he likes the idea of these sleazy guys fawning over you right in his face. You have this tight-lipped smile on your face, fists clenched by your side, and an occasional twitch on your eye. He smirks, whatever this man was babbling about was clearly making you more irritated than flattered. He watches your face become neutral before your lips start to pout. That’s his cue.

“Good evening, I’d appreciate it if you’d get lost,” he says with a straight face.

“Excuse me?” the man says, before you start rolling your eyes at him.

“Kento, he keeps bothering me! Deal with it.” You glare at the man.

“Brat,” he muttered under his breath.

Though he didn’t say anything, his glare was enough to make the man take a hint and walk away.

note: Idek what this is, all i know is that i've been crying over this song and it reminded me of the boys, specifically their myths

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

you look different, your eyes look tired

your frame is lighter, your smile torn

is it really you, my love?

Zayne

He's tired from turning you away each and every time you meet, he's aware that he'll eventually fall for every version of you. No matter how many lives he'd live, he will always be haunted by your smile and kind eyes. Whenever he looks at you, there's happiness exploding in his heart but at the same time there's a feeling of longing and sadness he can't take away. Both of your times are limited, his shortening by the weeks that pass by. He'll long for the day where he can be allowed to love you freely.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

i am not the man that you fell in love with

i am not the man you once adored

and i am not the love you knew before

Caleb

Every day that goes by, he can almost feel you slipping from his fingers. The comfort you had in your eyes whenever you saw him was long gone. He sees yearning in your eyes, but for what? Yearning for him to return to who he once was when you were children? Or yearning to get away from him as far as possible? You were the only thing that was constant in his life, his home. When the time comes that you realize he's not going to be who he was before, can he live with you not acknowledging his existence?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

would you fall in love with me again

if you knew all i've done?

i am not the man you knew

Sylus

Had your eyes always been this cold? Had your touch always been lifeless? He had always wondered— had you stayed his lover, would you also look at him with the same cold, unsure, and untrusting eyes? You had bounded him to always reunite with you, without the guarantee of you ever loving him again. He wants to curse you out of spite for giving him a curse disguised as a blessing. But who's he kidding? He'd do it over and over again if it meant looking into your eyes again.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

i will fall in love with you over and over again

i don't care how, where, or when

no matter how long it's been, you're mine

Rafayel

He doesn't care how long it takes, he will wait for you just as he'd done for the last 800 years. He doesn't care how long it takes to restore your bond and relationship. He will wait patiently as long as you're alive, he'll believe you didn't abandoned him. He will love you over and over and over again, he'll make sure this time that you won't leave him. You can take on any form but he will always know your soul. He waits for the day he can hope that you'll love him again.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

is it you? have my prayers been answered?

is it really you standing there, or am I dreaming once more?

Xavier

More than often he dreams about the same thing, waking up lying on grass with a star tassel near his ear and his mentor's distant voice calling out to him. It's bittersweet. He wonders if you're still waiting for him, were you upset that you couldn't be together as he was? Are you still mourning him? He feels sick when he feels a sense of relief and happiness if you're mourning him. At the very least, you still love him. There's still a part of you that belonged to him just as he belonged to you.

𓈒⟡₊⋆∘ would you fall in love with me again?

𓈒⟡₊⋆∘ my bank account is your bank account

𓈒⟡₊⋆∘ it's sooo hot

𓈒⟡₊⋆∘ too close

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You and Rintarou have been married for about 2 and a half years now and have been together for years. Given the amount of time you've been together, you figured you already knew about your husband's every charm. But why were you blushing when he was playing with your daughter right now? Watching Rintaro with a satisfied smile on his face as your daughter tied pigtails on his hair made you feel just how lucky you are with him.

He's busy with volleyball but he always makes time for you and your kid and you think that's what makes you more attracted to him. How he's always kissing you the moment you open your eyes and is nice enough to give you massage to help you sleep better. Not to mention how he's never missed any milestone your daughter had made; he was there for her first steps, first word (she definitely said dada), first time she was able to count to ten.

You try to focus on your book as your husband watches a replay of their recent matches eager to improve himself, and here you are again just admiring the view. Rin always had the habit of furrowing his eyebrows and scrunching his nose when he's trying to focus. You always found it funny and adorable, especially when he tried to volunteer to teach you maths just to be with you for much longer.

Even watching your husband do something basic such as rinsing the rice has you daydreaming about him. He rubs his eye as he approaches you, "Did you marinate the beef?" he asks, you nod taking his hands into yours putting them on your face, "How are you so pretty? Were you a God in your past life?" He smirks at you bending down to kiss your forehead. He laughs, "Why are you acting like this again? I didn't even to anything." You smile, you really are so lucky to date your first love more so still feeling the same way you felt when he first asked you out.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

navigation