HOW THE LADS GUYS WOULD REACT TO YOU COMING HOME OFF A FLIGHT OR LONG TRIP!
Xavier: immediate hug, arms around the waist and face buried in the crook of your neck. he's exhausted and you are his charger!
Zayne: an arm is immediately around the waist as he kisses your cheek. he asks if youre alright and checks for injuries in his totally 'subtle' way
Rafayel: dramatic, acting like you left him behind. accepts a hug once offered but pouts for a while. its very obvious hes just happy your home even if he isn't saying it outright.
Sylus: immediately wisks you away to hold you tightly, kisses are sweetly exchanged as he asks about your mission and trip. definitely going home to hold you against his chest so you dont leave again
Caleb: a lifted hug where he spins you around, burying his face against your hair and neck to relax himself. he's so happy to see you, his hands never leave your waist.
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Summary: When LIs mimic clichéd villain voice lines from movies or games, you get flustered, and they decide to do something about it. <3
Genre: Fluff; TW Suggestiveness
SYLUS
It started from a hypothetical question- whether he'd have an iconic line if he starred in a movie. He humored the idea, so he's scrolling through a website listing out various quotes while you sit with your legs draped sideways over his lap.
You’re halfway off the couch, wanting to reach for your phone to search for more quotes, when his arm wraps around your waist.
“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice low and cloyingly sweet, crimson eyes glinting.
You freeze, pulse jumping- then the giggling starts, bubbling up your chest until you're doubled over with peals of laughter rattling you.
“Oh my god, you actually said it-” you say, giddy with a wide grin on your face.
He yanks you back towards him, his grip firm. "Did you really think you could escape?"
You clutch the fabric of his shirt, fist curling into the cotton in a desperate attempt to vent some of the giddiness . “Damn, that's- that's really hot,”
He chuckles, nose brushing your temple, traces of roughness lingering in his voice when he speaks. “I should've seen this coming.” His free hand skims up your thigh. “Why don't we see how else I can… villainize this evening, kitten?”
“Show me what you’ve got,”
You squeak when he surges forward, but instead of a searing kiss, he only brushes his lips against yours. You frown in confusion, and soon realise he’s watching you with amusement glittering in his eyes.
“I wouldn’t be a villain if I gave you everything you wanted, kitten,” he muses.
(Just when you think he’s done, he goes on to show you what he really meant by villainizing the night.)
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ZAYNE
It's a lazy evening where Zayne is lounging on the couch next to you, the screen flickering in the background as you busy yourself with tidying the multitude of items that have made their way to the coffee table after the week.
"You’re not leaving this bed." Zayne mumbles the line from the drama on TV, then blinks when you choke on your spit.
“…did I say anything to warrant that reaction?” He asks.
“Nothing! I mean- It’s just- wow,” You mimic his tone. “‘You’re not leaving this bed-’”
Realisation dawns on him and he shifts to eliminate any remaining space between the two of you on the couch, the hint of a smirk on his lips. “I see,”
Before you can say anything else, he pins you down, hazel-green eyes dark as his hands encircle your wrists.
“I was just mimicking the show,” His knee slots between yours. “But if you prefer the full delivery of the scene… I'm more than happy to entertain you.”
You bite the inside of your cheek. “Well according to you, I’m not leaving, so…”
He chuckles, “Correct.”
(Neither of you leave the couch for quite a while.)
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XAVIER
You're doodling on the corner of your planner while Xavier taps away on his gaming console, the rapid-fire clicking only fading when there's a cutscene. You stretch out your legs and massage them as you watch the characters grapple onscreen, feeling mild pins and needles from having them crossed for so long on the bed.
"You’ll never get away,” Xavier repeats the in-game dialogue absently, then tilts his head when you giggle. “Hm? Did I say it wrong?”
“No, it’s just-” You tap on your chin, trying and failing to phrase it otherwise, “-Kinda hot when you say it that way?”
He moves- flipping you onto the bed in one smooth motion, his blue eyes blazing. “…This is hot?”
His hips press down. “Or this?”
You’re too breathless to answer, only instinctively reaching to cup his face, as you meet his gaze with your own wide eyes.
He leans in to press a kiss against the junction of your neck and shoulder, and you feel him smiling against your skin. “Guess you really won’t get away.”
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RAFAYEL
You're scrolling through videos on your phone when one particular scene has you rewatching it, to a point where Rafayel picks up on the same rhythm of speech looping over and over again, despite the low volume on your speakers.
“What's got you rewatching it for five minutes?”
“It’s only been two minutes, Raf,”
“Of a twenty second video!” He argues, trying to reach for your phone and pouting when you tuck it behind your back.
“No you don't understand, it's hot, Raf- promise you have to say it if I show you!” You say, grinning as you hand him your phone.
Rafayel frowns when the video loops. “Cutie, that’s sooo clichéd-”
But you bat your lashes, and he melts. “Ugh, fine.” He grabs your waist, spinning you to face the mirror.
“You belong to me,” he murmurs, nose brushing your hair before he turns to look at the mirror again. “Nobody else.”
You suppress a shudder when his hands wander, toying with the hem of your shirt before his fingers slip under the fabric.
“You're only proving my point right-” your voice cuts off when his fingers press down with more pressure.
“Yeah?” he says absentmindedly, his purple eyes dark with intent as his gaze rakes over you.
You turn around to wrap your arms around his neck. “It's hot, isn't it?” You coo.
And that's all it takes for him to press you up against the mirror, his lips slotting over yours in one hungry kiss after another.
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CALEB
You're playing a game of laser tag at the arcade, and while Caleb is quick and strong, you've been to this arcade far more than Caleb has, and you know the layout of this maze like the back of your hand.
But when footsteps sound from behind, you turn- your pulse spikes- he's got you. Yet there's no buzz on your vest- he hasn't even held up the laser gun yet.
"You can run, but you can't hide," Caleb croons when you reach for the door.
The words shoot through your nerves like a jolt of electricity.
You stare, lips parted. “…holy shit?”
His violet eyes assess you- then a slow, dangerous smirk tugs on his lips.
“Try to run,” he says, advancing. “I dare you.” You bolt, laughing- but he catches you in three strides, slamming you against the wall. “Gotcha.”
“Ah- hey! That's not fair- you can't just ambush me like a hot villain,” you ramble, breathless and almost dizzy from the way he's crowding you against the wall, “And there are cameras,”
His grip gentles, yet his voice is rough. “A hot villain, you say? But I'm not doing anything… inappropriate, pips. Juuust cornering my enemy,”
You push half-heartedly at his chest, but with his six feet worth of muscles, you might as well be pushing against a concrete wall.
“Not even running, huh?” He whispers, and you melt against him, earning a chuckle.
“Just shoot me with that laser already,” you mumble, the heat of your cheeks having nothing to do with the protective gear you wear. “You win,”
He steps back pats your head. “Alright, alright, I'll let you go. Just this once.”
Your pout doesn't escape Caleb's attention, and he makes it up to you once you're home- this time, there's really no escape, and your sweet surrender is worth all the losses at laser tag.
Note: LMK what yall thought hehe this one was so incredibly fun to write bc at first i was gonna just write them all as villains but i was like. Hm. I want it to be soft and cute too!! So i got them to say villainy things instead one day i shall write them as villainy characters ANYHOW THANK YOU FOR READING!! Comments and Reblogs are forever appreciated too <33
[🧸] author's note: I changed it up just a little bit (it takes place after the wedding card) but tried to keep it mostly acc to the secret time + lowkey got lost in it halfway thru chat hope yall like it still
[ ۶ৎ ] containing: tooth rotting fluff, zayne being a gentleman as usual.
Raindrops pitter-pattered on zayne's car, the road ahead stationary as there was a pile up just a few feet ahead. The warmth of the car combined with your exhaustion from your outing making your lashes flutter closed as you gazed ahead.
Zayne's eyes flickering to your now slightly sluggish form as your eyes began to droop. "Are you tired love?" Voice soft yet husky as his gaze swept over you, who's head lulled slightly toward the window, the hum of the rain on the windshield like a lullaby. Letting out a quiet hum, you smiled faintly without opening your eyes.
“Mhm… a little. It’s just so… cozy in here.”
You had always been so sweet when you were sleepy, if it wasn't a massive safety concern Zayne would've had you in his lap for the rest of the ride home. But for the time being, he put his coat over your body and brushed a stray hair from your vision. "Then rest, I'll wake you up once we get home."
Your lips curved a little more as your eyes fluttered open just enough to look at him. Dark hair falling just over the lids of his pretty green eyes, soft yet handsome features even more gorgeous up close. You really lucked out with him.
“You're really handsome yknow that zaynie?” you murmured, voice soft and hazy with drowsiness. His hand paused mid‑motion, the faintest pink blooming along his cheekbones before he let out a quiet, almost shy laugh. “That's your sleepy side talking,” Zayne murmured, voice warm and teasing, but there was a subtle edge of disbelief there too, like he didn’t quite know how to take the compliment.
Your lashes fluttered again as you tilted your head a little more toward him on the headrest, a soft smile tugging at your lips. “M’not,” you whispered, your words slow and lazy, as if each one was dipped in honey. “You’re… really handsome. Always have been”
That earned you another laugh—softer this time, almost self‑conscious—as his hand drifted from the gearshift to gently brush along your arm through the coat he’d draped over you. His fingers lingered for just a second, warm against your skin.
“You are always so honest when drowsy." He admitted, eyes gazing down at your tired expression. You were practically half asleep trying to call him handsome. Still being such a sweet angel even in a state of faded awareness.
"I'll guess I'll have to take your word for it miss fairy."
Your heart skipped, that old nickname slipping out of him so easily, like a secret he still kept close. The smile tugging at your lips softened and grew, head tilting slightly toward him.
Zayne caught that look—caught the way your smile deepened at the name—and his own breath hitched just a little, a faint pink dusting his cheekbones as his thumb traced idle circles against your arm. For a moment, he couldn’t look away, caught between surprise and something warmer blooming quietly in his chest.
Without thinking, your hand slipped out from under his coat to find his. Fingers intertwining gently as you squeezed gently. “Mm… you remembered,” you murmured, voice barely above a whisper, eyes closing again as a sleepy grin played on your lips.
Zayne’s gaze softened even further, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand as if committing the feel of it to memory. “I could never forget anything about that day." he said lowly, a smile tugging at his own lips.
Your limbs grew limp, breathing evening out as the cozy hum of the rain and the warmth of his hand lulled you deeper into drowsiness. Within moments, you’d drifted off completely, still holding his hand tight.
Glancing at you once more, he watched the way your lips curved faintly even in sleep. The faint glow of the dashboard lights softened every angle of your face, making you look almost ethereal, like something he was never meant to touch but somehow got lucky enough to hold. His thumb instinctively brushed over the back of your hand, marveling at how..perfectly your fingers fit between his, as though they had always belonged there.
Green eyes softening further as he traced your knuckles with his thumb, taking in the rise and fall of your chest, the peace written across your features. Then, leaning in carefully so as not to wake you, he brushed a tender kiss to your forehead, letting his lips linger against your skin just long enough to whisper, low and heartfelt, “Sweet dreams, my love.”
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Xavier pauses, his gaze glancing up at the counter as he processes her words. He feels his neck run hot as he feels a smile spread over his lips. "I could get used to that.." He says under his breath, his hand holding onto hers tightly as he squeezes hers.
Zayne:
"And my husband will have.."
Zayne freezes what he's doing, immediately looking down at her as he feels his lips part before closing again. He slides a hand around her waist as he feels unnaturally warm in his clothing. "Husband?" He asks her, his voice quiet as she nods. His lips curve into the smallest of smiles as he holds her against his hip. Pride and love surging in his chest.
Rafayel:
"And my husband will have.."
Rafayel almost drops the card in his fingers as he looks at her wide eyed. His brain is running a million miles an hour trying to process what she just called him. She glances over at him, her hand on his shoulder as she calls to him. "Rafayel? You alright?" She asks, unable to hide the smile on her face from her earlier words. He stares at her, unblinking before straightening his posture. He glances at the counter, realizing it's time to pay and he insisted on it. He gives her a coy glance, "Sorry, your *husband* will pay now."
Sylus:
"And my husband will have.."
He barley flinches, his gaze already on her as she speaks. His hand that holds hers grips it tighter as his thumb strokes the back of her palm. When she finishes ordering their drinks he pulls her against his chest, his voice hot and velvety in her ear. "You're playing a dangerous game with your words, kitten."
Caleb:
"And my husband will have.."
He feels like he's floating, like time is stopping as he looks down at her. His eyes are wide before he takes a breath. His arm slides around her shoulders when he comes to. When they step away from the restaurant counter, he rubs her arm as he looks down at her. "I like the way it sounds pipsqueak." He says, catching her attention as she glances up to meet his gaze. "I think I might have to make that official."
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i love how afo was bkdk’s biggest shipper until they held hands and reminded him of yoichi and kudou. what does bakudeku yaoi have to do with your trauma.
Ever since the war ended, Izuku has been having recurring nightmares. When he wakes up in a cold sweat from a nightmare about Katsuki’s almost death, he starts to panic.
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Or, a hurt/comfort fic where they both comfort each other in their own ways after a nightmare
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