@starlitsofia

Anonymous asked:

hiii, i hope you're doing well

i recently stumbled upon this tiktok and was wondering how lads men would react if reader did this prank on them

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSPY1o7gT/

thankyouuu i love your posts sm <3333

Pranking him into thinking he planned a date and forgot

πœ—β„˜ feat. rafayel, xavier, zayne, sylus, caleb.

A/N: Hi!! Thanks for the request, I had a lot of fun writing this. Thanks for all the love β™‘

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Rafayel knows when things are his idea. He prides himself on it. Which is why the moment he steps into the apartment and sees candlelight reflecting off the glass table, his first instinct isn't to delight, it’s suspicion.

He pauses. Slowly. Like a man walking into a room that looks a little too staged.

β€œβ€¦Did something happen?” He asks, coat still on, eyes narrowing just a fraction.

Anonymous asked:

heyπŸ₯°!! Humbly requesting (if possible) what the Lads guys do when you kiss them and then run away ig? to tease them.

And happy December 1st✨️🀍

When you kiss him and run away

πœ—β„˜ feat. rafayel, xavier, zayne, sylus, caleb.

A/N: Happy December everyone!! I know I’m late but exams are chewing me alive (⁠ β β—œβ β€Ώβ β—β  ⁠)β™‘

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The kiss is quick, a soft brush of warmth against his lips and you’re gone before his breath even leaves him.

Rafayel freezes.

You watch his face change in seconds: surprise, wounded pride, disbelief… and finally, a quiet ache he tries to hide.

Slowly, he stands from his seat, fingers still stained with color from whatever painting he abandoned the moment you touched him.

You hear a dramatic sigh echo across the room.

β€œOh,” he says, voice wounded enough to be framed in a museum. β€œSo this is your new hobby? Kissing me and fleeing before the colors settle?”

He gets jealous… but tries to hide it

πœ—β„˜ feat. rafayel, xavier, zayne, sylus, caleb.

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You’re chatting with someone across the gallery laughing softly at something they said. Rafayel notices it immediately from where he’s working on a sketch. His hand stills mid-line.

He doesn’t mean to stare, but he does. Intently.

Eyes sharp. Jaw tight. Expression soft but… caught.

He tries to continue drawing, but the brush keeps slipping.

✧ Zayne gets flustered by physical touch

Zayne never reacts first.

He notices first.

Even now, sitting beside you with a tablet balanced neatly in his hands, posture straight and expression unreadable, he’s aware of every small shift you make.Β 

Nothing escapes him, not your breathing, not the way your knee brushes his, not the quiet between words.

He’s speaking when your fingers touch his forearm.

When you compliment him

πœ—β„˜ feat. rafayel, xavier, zayne, sylus, caleb.

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Rafayel is on the couch, sketchbook open on his knees, humming softly to himself like the world outside doesn’t exist. Purple hair falling over one eye, lips pursed in concentration, shoulders relaxed.

You walk past him, glance once, and say it casually:

β€œYou’re really beautiful.”

The pencil slips out of his fingers.

When you ignore him

πœ—β„˜ feat. rafayel, xavier, zayne, sylus, caleb.

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Rafayel notices the second you start brushing past him without a glance.

You head to the kitchen, open a cabinet, pretend you don’t feel his eyes burning into your back.

β€œCutie…” he calls softly.

You don’t turn.

Your date was ruined by the weather

πœ—β„˜ feat. rafayel, xavier, zayne, sylus, caleb.

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The day was supposed to be perfect: a seaside cafΓ©, sun on the waves, the scent of salt and paint. But the world turned white too soon; snow fell thick and heavy, swallowing color and plan alike.

You stand by the window, watching it pile against the glass. β€œGuess we’re not going anywhere.”

When he gets a fever

πœ—β„˜ feat. rafayel, xavier, zayne, sylus, caleb.

How would he react if you got a fever? β€” If the roles were reversed.

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You find Rafayel in the studio, though he isn’t working. He’s seated on the floor beside his easel, one knee drawn up, fingers lightly resting against his temple. The usual sharp composure is there, but his face is warmer than normal, flushed in a way that betrays the fever he’s trying to ignore.

β€œRafayel,” you say quietly, stepping closer. β€œYou shouldn’t be out of bed.”

Caught wearing his shirt

πœ—β„˜ feat. rafayel, xavier, zayne, sylus, caleb.

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The morning sun poured through the window of his studio, painting streaks of gold over scattered sketches and half-finished canvases.

You didn’t mean to steal it; his white shirt had been draped over the back of a chair, smelling faintly of paint and his cologne. You slipped it on just to stay warm while he stepped out for coffee.

How would he react if you got a fever?

πœ—β„˜ feat. rafayel, xavier, zayne, sylus, caleb.

note: GUESS WHO'S BACKKK

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When Rafayel found you slumped over the studio desk, half-finished sketch under your hand, he almost dropped the bouquet he was holding.

β€œYou’re burning up!”

You laughed weakly. β€œIt’s just- a little fever-”

β€œNo. No β€˜just’ anything.”

Early morning snuggles

πœ—β„˜ feat. rafayel, xavier, zayne.

genre: fluff, fluff, fluff.

note: I'm sorry for disappearing so suddenly and being so busy, but now I'm back to write more!!

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As the sunrise falls on your face, you can feel a warm presence keeping you in your place. Just like a warm pillow, the first thing you notice is how you can feel something nuzzling over your neck comfortably. It's almost as if it's asking for more of your company.

As you opened your eyes slowly, followed by a yawn, you could feel Rafayel's embrace tightening. Gripping onto your waist, as if you're just a high-prize plushie to him. Even while you're trying to move and push him aside, you could hear his low whines in the morning.

"Noooo," Rafayel complains as he pulls you back into bed. Even as strong as you are, you know this man will always be the stubborn one in the relationship. Not letting his bodyguard be far away from him.

Ok so scenario for Rafayel if he found out he has a teenage daughter as a result of his capture (I personally think he’s way older than he says, like in the hundreds which would make sense since merpeople are usually either immortal or very long lived and slow aging.)

My request will make more sense if you look at my post.

https://www.tumblr.com/huntersmoon1/742171744717144064/omg-what-if-our-merman-was-captured-and-taken-from

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It had been years since you had last seen Rafayel, the love of your life, bothΒ of you are theΒ twoΒ rays of sunshine in his life.Β When he finallyΒ came back, all he could do wasΒ cry and hug you both. You could see the pain and trauma etched on his face, and it broke your heart. He slowly started answering all your questions and talking about how heΒ managed to escapeΒ from captivity.

He told you how heΒ was tortured for being a Lemurian, and it was heartbreaking to hear about the horrors he had to endure. But when he saw his 13-year-old daughter, who looked exactly like him, he knewΒ that allΒ the pain was worth it. He just wanted to be with you both and spoil you two a lot. He had missed you both every day and couldn't go a day without thinking about you two and how heΒ was capturedΒ when you were pregnant and close to having the baby.

As he heldΒ you both tightly, he couldn't help but think about all the moments he had missed and how hard it must have been for you to do it all alone for 13 years. But now that he was back, he promised toΒ make up for all the lost time and shower you both with love and affection. The reunion brought tears to your eyes, but it also filled your hearts with joy and hope for a brighter future. It's been years without seeing you and his daughter, the two rays of sunshine in his life.Β When he comes back and finally sees you with his 13-year-old daughter,Β all he does is cry and hugΒ you both.Β Rafayel answers all your questions and talks about how he managed to escape.

HeΒ was torturedΒ for being a Lemurian and seeing his daughter, who just looks exactly like him. HeΒ justΒ wants to be with you two and spoil youΒ twoΒ a lot. Every dayΒ heΒ didn't go a day without thinking about you two and how heΒ was capturedΒ when you were pregnant close to having the baby. He can't imagine how hard it was for you to do this for 13 years alone.

Now that he has returned to the comforting embrace of his home, he is actively seeking to rebuild his bond with your daughter. He is compensating for his absence with a deliberate display of love and care. He immerses himself in meaningful activities with her, valuing each shared experience and crafting treasured moments that they will both hold close to their hearts for years to come. Their interactions are filled with laughter, learning, and deep connections as they navigate this precious time of rebuilding their relationship from a place of renewed dedication and commitment.

Rafayel decided to teach his daughter to speak Lemurian. It all started with an animal book as he pointed at them. Your daughter seems embarrassed because it's a children's book.

"No! I'm 13, and I'm not reading from a kid's book." Your daughter protests, looking at the book with distaste. Rafayel looks to you for guidance. Unsure of what to do, you play along.

"Γ‘Ε“rΕ‘Μ£Δ₯mΓΌn." A quiet voice chimes, "You said it wrong..." You stare at your daughter in silence; it seems like she is as smart as you and Rafayel.

Rafayel turns the book toward his daughter with an excited smile on his face. "Actually, that's wrong too." He points to his mouth with a grin and says, "Lift your tongue to the roof of your mouth on this syllable."

You look at the two as they continue. No, you'll stop thinking about what could have been. He's here now; that's all you'll ever need.Β 

β€œMom, what do you think?" You pay attention to your daughter, who is pointing at two fish in the children's book, β€œDo you think these fish are cute?” You stare at the book in silence, seeing images of the pufferfish flying a kiss in the air with his mouth open, confused, and Rafayel holding back his laughter. "Yes, love, do you think this fish is cute?” He whispers, trying not to laugh, but you can see his lips curving up in a smirk as he stares at you, waiting for your answer.

β€œC-cute yeah…” Your daughter stares at you in confusion as she moves her head to the side. "You look embarrassed." She whispers, and as she stares back at the small fish and makes an air kiss, she says, "Is that cute then?" Rafayel couldn't help himself and laughed at your embarrassed face, pulling you and his daughter into a hug on the couch.

β€œYou two are so cute, I was just teasing you." He strokes your daughter's hair as he gives you a kiss on the cheek. "My muse and my seashell.” Rafayel stares at his daughter. "It's your bedtime now that I remember..." Your daughter's pout is noticeable as Rafayel takes her to the bedroom, and you wait, sitting on the sofa.Β 

Rafayel returns to the room and looks at you, smiling, and then lifts you up, carrying you in his arms. "I got you!" Seeing you surprised, he kisses your cheek several times as he puts you on the bed and starts snuggling against you, hugging you while your head is on his chest.

You can hear the sound of calm sea waves as you slowly fall asleep in his arms, and he does the same, pulling you closer, and so the night passes.

Your daughter wakes up not seeing the blood on her sheets. Rafayel enters the room to talk to her while she is preparing her outfit of the day, and he is the one seeing the blood first and goes into panic. He doesn't know what to do. Is that how normally women have periods? He was close to calling the ambulance, but you interfered. β€œRafayel? What are you doing?”

Rafayel points to the covers and then checks his daughter's face worriedly with her face in his hands. "Are you in pain? You're bleeding! She can't get her period at that age, can she?" You stare at your daughter in surprise at her first period... Then you quickly pull her toward the bathroom. "Wait a moment, Rafayel!”

After a few minutes, you return with your daughter, showered and wearing new clothes, while you sit next to Rafayel on the sofa, who was looking at his daughter worriedly. "It was a lot of blood... Are you okay?” Your daughter nods as you sigh, "Okay, listen, here you two at the age of 13; it's normal to get your period, so why don't we go shopping for pads? You can learn more about that, Rafayel.”

As the father of a teenager who had her first period, Rafayel simply didn't know what to do to comfort his daughter, who seemed very irritated and just wanted sweets to eat. Period Cramps? He instantly knows what brand of chocolate to buy and how much of it to get. He may not know much about anything else, but when it comes to food, Rafayel can cook anything his daughter craves.

You know Rafayel is clueless when it comes to the more personal aspects of a menstrual cycle. So, you will fill in where he can't. Pads? Tampons? You go on shoppin. Sometimes you drag Rafayel along with you so he can learn.

"What are you doing?" You ask, looking at Rafayel.

"I'm buying pads." You and your daughter look at Rafayel in an awkward silence. "Rafayel, those diapers aren't pads."

Rafayel stares at you and your daughter in silence while you can see your daughter holding back her laughter so as not to make her father more embarrassed by seeing his ears turning red. "I know, I was just making a fool of myself to see how you guys would react."

His daughter couldn't hold back and let out a laugh as Rafayel's ears turned redder, and he grabbed the pads quickly. "Come on, come on!" He takes your daughter's hands and yours too as he walks to pay the cashier.

Paying the cashier, she looks worriedly at Rafayel, seeing his ears burning and his cheeks red, while you and your daughter look the other way, trying not to laugh.

As you were sitting in the living room, you noticed your daughter scrolling through her phone and smiling at a particular image. Curiosity piqued, so you decided to ask her about it, and she hesitantly revealed that she had a crush on the person in the picture. Concerned, you thought it best to bring this up with your husband, Rafayel.Β 

Rafayel, being a protective father, immediately sprang into action and started looking for information about the boy. Meanwhile, your daughter was doing her best to interact with her crush, unaware of her father's snooping around. As Rafayel kept a watchful eye on the situation, you tried to reassure him that this was a normal part of growing up.Β 

Despite your attempts to calm him down, Rafayel couldn't shake off his fear of his daughter getting hurt. He kept worrying about what would happen if the boy rejected her feelings. You couldn't help but let out a sigh at his overprotectiveness. After all, it was just a harmless crush, and it was natural for teenagers to experience such emotions.

β€œOne time or another, this would happen; it's normal, Rafayel.”

β€œI know, but... I'm not ready yet; what if he hurts her feelings?” You stare at Rafayel and just sigh. Who would believe you if you said the artist Rafayel, whom a lot of people admire, was stalking his daughter and her crush?

Suddenly, you thoughts were broken when heard your daughter crying, and when you looked in her direction, you could see that she was walking away, trying to hide her face in her hands.

Rafayel's anger flared up as he glared at the boy, but you quickly held him back and comforted him.

After some time, you arrive home, and minutes later, your daughter arrives too, staring at you two and saying, β€œI got rejected.” She looks away, her ears red. You two comforted her by hugging her and rubbing her back. Rafayel promised to give her a gift and take her to the beach later.

As a result of their desire to spend more time together, the father and your daughter decided to plan a trip to the beach, taking the three of you together. You enjoyed the experience so much that they made it a regular event, scheduling it into their weekly routine. Over time, the trips to the beach became a cherished opportunity for the father to bond with you and his daughter, creating a special bond between them that would last a lifetime.

Anonymous asked:

How would Deepspace boys act when their wife (MC) is in labour? ( Ν‘Β° Κ–Μ― Ν‘Β°)

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  • Rafayel was letting you hold his hand tight as he was sweating, he simply doesn't know what to do. He is nervous, offering you anything you want, even if it's a small piece of napkin or water. He would always give you a lot of praise while you gave birth. How come your journey together ends here, yet you have a new start? He feels so happy and so nervous right now in this moment that he will be a dad.

Happy birthday

summary: a failed date turns into a successful celebration for Rafayel's birthday.

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a/n: I wrote this as a special for Rafayel's birthday despite being late.

March 6th is a day that you have eagerly awaited for the past few weeks. It's a joyous day meant to be celebrated with loved ones, especially your significant other. Although it's not a special month for everyone to celebrate, it's a special day to commemorate with your partner, Rafayel. You may have spent time alone wondering why your partner doesn't like to celebrate his birthday with others. After all, there is no age limit for anyone to honor their new milestones, right? All you want is for him to spend his birthday happy.

Thomas personally asked you for some time off and requested that you accompany Rafayel while he prepared other necessities and helped you make a surprise for his birthday. He said he would call you when everything was ready. He believed that you would be a good companion for Rafayel and that you both would have a good quality time together. As a result, you find yourselves in an aquarium with fish swimming around you, which you thought would be a perfect way to spend time together on a date.

The journey of dating Rafayel has been an exciting and eventful experience for you both. You have cherished every moment spent together. The inside jokes that you both shared have brought you closer, and you have enjoyed getting to know him on a deeper level. You couldn't help but find it endearing how he would display an air cocky, but then his ears would turn red when he was flustered by something you did, revealing his vulnerable side. Being around him has never been boring. Every moment feels special and unique.

How would be a date with Love and Deepspace boys be like?

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The bright, warm sunlight of a summer day shines in the sky, the smell of the salty ocean air fills the air. A picnic blanket is underneath the beach. Purple flowers were scattered across the blanket. Your favorite foods are all on the blanket, along with a bottle of wine and two glasses. Both of you are painting together on the beach.

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