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Uh, random thought.

Zaynes hands are always cold.

My thighs are always warm.

Zayne can warm his hands between my thighs.

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Raf just invited me to celebrate the fifth birthday and retirement of his favorite sketchpad bag....

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David Bowie has a Vile all to himself? I would've gone with Brandon Rogers lore.

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MY MOM AND DAD WATCH DR. MIKE! IT IS AN ONGOING GAG WHENEVER WE WATCH SHOWS AND THEY DO CPR.

MY MOMS SITTING THERE CHANTING "CHEST COMPRESSIONS! CHEST COMPRESSIONS! CHEST COMPRESSIONS!"

Side note I need that tiktok of Zayne just sitting in the Finebros set, staring emotionless at the monitor.

The hospital forcing Zayne to make youtube/tiktok videos to spread awareness for things

And they make him debunk misinformation and review medical memes like Doctor Mike

But it's just him watching memes and responding with the most deadpan face and voice ever

"That's clearly fake. What else do you want me to say?"

"Don't try this at home, children. Go read a book instead."

"That's not even funny. That's just a concussion."

The only time he cracks a smile is when they show him a cat meme at the end of each video

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@rafayel-fishie

Do you fear Xavier?

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Instagram ADs be wildin'

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I had this one a while ago, but MC had to watch after a toddler for a day or so, and each of the boys have to deal with this confused toddler calling every woman 'Mommy'

I imagine they start day dreaming about having kids with MC

PROMPT COMISSIONS OPEN!!

Hey guys! For my next piece, I am going to take a prompt. No limits on which character. No smut, please. That is my weak point. I cannot delivery a good story for that category.

I will pick any and all suggestions that strike me with ideas. Suggester will be tagged in the story, and I will be open to future ideas from any I pick.

For this round, only 1 suggestion per person.

Depending on how it goes, I may resend that one. Also, submissions picked with get to chose the title.

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1, I imagine MC teaching Zayne the floss, or the whip

2, Xavier listening to Metallica to sleep

3, Raf 100% listens to Hatsune Miku, World is mine.

★ what kind of music each love & deepspace boy would listen to! ★

hcs of zayne, rafayel, and xavier's music taste ♫꒰･◡･๑꒱

pairing: lnds boys x reader

warnings: none

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zayne:

he listens to classical music 90% of the time. it's not because he particularly likes it, but he just got used it after listening to classical music to focus while studying 12 hours a day as a med student. now, in pavlovian fashion, he'll play it while performing surgeries to really get him in the zone. the other 10% is, surprisingly, cutesy kpop girl group songs. think "russian roulette" by red velvet, "magnetic" by illit, and "only" by leehi. he doesn't go out of his way to find these songs, but he'll hear them in passing and get one stuck in his head. he's one of those people that'll get hooked and listen to a song over and over again, especially while he's working out or when he needs an energy boost. he's embarrassed about it, so he'll try to hide it from you, only listening to music with his earbuds in. but there's been times where you catch him:

"zayne, i didn't know you were into red velvet," you stifle a giggle. you hold his phone up to him, the song "russian roulette" on the lock screen. he crosses his arms, ears turning pink, "what's so funny about that? ...it's catchy." "nothing! i just didn't expect that from you," you laugh. you hand him his phone back, "i can teach you the dance, i know it by heart," you tease. "hmm," he raises an eyebrow, an amused look on his face. "i'd like to see that."

xavier:

he likes a few different genres of music, but he tends to like classic rock and alternative the most. some of his favourite songs are "little dark age" by mgmt, "eyes without a face" by billy idol, and "let it happen" by tame impala. he doesn't like to explore new music often and will usually just stick to what he already likes. he'll often blast music through his through his earbuds when he's fighting wanderers alone or when he's trying to stay awake. he's had a lot of time on earth, so his taste spans a lot of different music eras. there's been a few times when he's complained about how he "just doesn't get music nowadays." sometimes he'll show you a super old song and be surprised that you've never heard of it before:

xavier hands you an earbud, the other one in his ear. he shows you a song on his phone that you don't recognize. after a few seconds of listening, you shake your head, "i don't know this one." "really?" xavier looks at you shocked. "this song was huge in the 80s." you hand him back his earbud, "see that's why i don't know it, i'm not 40," you tease. "they just don't make music like this anymore," he sighs. you laugh, "xavier, that makes you sounds so old!' he smiles back at you, "i think those songs are just timeless."

rafayel:

he's into artsy stuff. he's one of those people who listens to a song or album multiples times to dissect and analyze every part of it, appreciating it as an art form. some of his favourite songs include "my love mine all mine" and "washing machine heart" by mitski, and "movement" by hozier. he plays music while working on paintings, because apparently, "listening to complex music helps with the artistic process." he also experiences sound-to-colour synesthesia, which explains why the music helps him paint. he has a really pretty singing voice and will often hum or sing his favourite songs, but will get shy when you ask him to sing for you. despite his usual pretentious music taste, he'll occasionally get hooked on some generic top 40s song, like something by drake.

rafayel had been humming the same song over and over again while working on a painting of you. you couldn't help but close your eyes and focus on the melody, "what song is that?" you ask. he pauses from humming, his concentration on his painting unwavering, "my love mine all mine by mitski." "it's nice, i've never heard of it before," you reply. "i'm not surprised, i have spectacular taste, you know," he boasts. you stare at him blankly, "wasn't your top song last year passionfruit?" holding back a laugh. his ears and cheeks turn bright red, "those are never accurate anyways."

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Little did he know, that it was saved to the cloud 😏

I wasn't actually tagged in this but thanks for the shout out anyway!

(I more wanted to be tagged so I could read it)

Before you start reading this one, I'd just like you to know that Chryssikyu is 100% responsible for this one. All it took was one thought and I had to write something. Also I'm not capable of writing smut, it's beyond my capabilities. This is as far as I can go. So sorry. Without further ado I present to you

Call Me

You huff looking down at your phone for what feels like the hundredth time that day. Rafayel has once again ignored your phone calls. Answered text messages? Keep dreaming!

This is the same man who got super pissy and dramatic when you didn't answer his call right away. It was always something like, "I guess I'm not important enough for you to take my calls." Or something of the like. Yet somehow, you managed to find his dramatic pouty self adorable.

Today, though? Not so much, you were sorely tempted to let a cat lose in his studio for not taking your calls all afternoon. He'd know it was you, though. You were the only one he'd admitted to of his extreme dislike (read fear) of the furry creature. Revenge would be had. Thus, you just didn't have the heart.

After another hour and still no response, you decided to pay him a visit. So you take the twenty minute trip over to his private art studio/home.

Walking up the path, you see nothing out of the ordinary, the same plants and pathway as always. Just as you reach the door, you hear music. You pause, Rafayel certainly liked music. He'd recommend some artists to you before. It's just that he'd never played any in his studio before. It was usually quiet. That was how he preferred it.

Hesitantly, you turn the knob slowly and carefully so as not to make a sound. Thank god Rafayel had regular maintenance done on his doors. They never squeaked or creaked. He detested that sound.

You remove your shoes and leave them in the doorway. Something just telling you not to make any sounds. Carefully searching the downstairs studio reveals that he's not here, but the further you venture in the louder, the music is.

You realize you hear two voices, one coming from a female and the other, definitely male. You freeze, oh my god, is Rafayel singing?!? The male voice is amazing. You've never heard anything like it, so you keep going almost as if his voice is luring you in.

At the top of the stairs, the living room is situated, a wide space. Rafayel had personally designed the room, and it reflected him greatly. The huge wall to the back was his own painting of the sea. One of his greatest works. Sadly, not many would ever see it. He rarely had company over, and even fewer of them were invited up to his living quarters upstairs. You were one of two people to be given that privilege.

This wasn't the most amazing thing, though. There, in front of the large sofa, was Rafayel singing and dancing using his paintbrush as a microphone. He was completely oblivious to your presence.

You quickly took out your phone and snapped a few photos before recording. The song ended then, and he turned around, seeing you holding your phone and trying not to laugh.

His ears instantly went red as a scarlet blush bloomed across his face. "How long have you been standing there? It's rude not to announce your presence." He partially covered his face, his eyes darting away. Then he saw that you were holding your phone camera pointed at him. "Are, are you recoding me?!?!?" He asked Incredulously his blush, deepening as he made to grab your phone.

"Delete it!" He swiped for the sleek device, but you managed to dodge his frantic hands. "Nope! This is all mine now. " You wagged the phone in his face before stuffing it down your shirt. Rafayel would never be so bold to get it now. You poked his cheeks, and he swiped at you again.

"Do that again, and I'll spit bubbles at you." He said, rubbing his face and trying to hide his red face. "What have you been doing? I've been trying to call you all day." You put your hands on your hips and raise a brow.

"I was trying to get inspiration and then decided to listen to some music. You know the rest." He crossed his arms and turned away from you in a humph motion. Still embaressed at having been caught.

When you asked what song and he gave the title, you frowned. "That song is like twenty years old. Why are you listening to that?" You'd heard the song before, just not in a long time. "It came in the station I was listening to." He defended.

"Next time, don't ignore my calls. Did you forget you wanted me to go with you to buy supplies for your painting?" Rafayel's face brightened, and his eyes were almost twinkling. You thought you had him until realization hit him.

"Hand over your phone first. You took pictures. If they aren't perfect, I'll delete them." He held his hand out expectantly.

"Nope! These are all mine." You grinned at the pout on his face, certain he would not venture to get it. You were about to find out how wrong you were

He reached towards you going for your shirt. Swatting his hands away, you "No touchy!" He only grinned in response. "Oh, I'm going to touch alright." The wicked glint in his eyes sent your heart racing. "Rafayel!" You say in warning backing up. The only escape is the stairs behind you.

You turn to dash down them to another room below. We'll that was your intention anyways. Right behind you is that blue fish. You stop short. That was all the time he needed. His arms snake around, you pulling you into his firm chest and holding you tight.

One of his hands plays with the bottom of your shirt, his fingers tapping your bare stomach underneath. His head burries into your shoulder, and he whispers your name against the bare skin of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. A groan escapes your lips.

"I've got you now." He says, and you feel his grin before he is kissing your neck and making you squirm. You through your head back and sigh, leaving your mouth at his attention. His fingers are drawing patterns lightly on your stomach, and shivers shoot down your spine.

"This will end if you give me the phone." His voice is low and husky against your neck. "No-o." Your rebuttal is more of a moan at this point. Your brain is hazy as Rafayel starts on your buttons. The first one comes open with a pop, and his fingers are quick to trace more patterns on your stomach.

"Are you going to give me your phone?" He asks, nibbling on your ear. "Ahhhn," is all you manage to get out. The second button is popped, his fingers part your shirt, and the cool air makes you shiver against his heat. "How about now?" You manage to shake your head. The third button is undone. His fingers are just below your bra now. "Rafa...!" Your voice is breathless as he takes the last three buttons in one go.

His seeking fingers quickly pull your shirt open, exposing your chest and the stashed phone. "I'm taking it now." His voice is low and husky as he nips your ear again. His hands slide up your sides slowly. He's definitely teasing you now.

With your mind in a daze, you try to grab your phone, but his nimble fingers are faster. He grabs your wrist and then laces your fingers together. He kisses each of your fingers and the back of your hand before turning your head towards him and pinning you with a piercing stare.

Rafayel's blue-pink eyes are so heated and deep, you're about to fall in. Like you are looking at a quietly raging sea. He slowly leans in, dragging the moment out, and you let out an impatient whine. With your free hand, you wrap it around the back of his neck and draw him in closer. He brings your joined hands down lower, wrapping them around your waist and drawing you closer back. And then finally, finally, his lips press against yours.

You're so lost in his kiss that you don't even notice him delicately drawing your phone out of its hiding place in your bra and slipping it into his pants pocket. He lets go of your arm and then turns you around before hooking his hands around your knees and hoisting you up to his height. Your legs go around his waist, and then he's kissing you again as he walks to his bedroom.

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As you lay in the bed with only a thin sheet covering you and Rafayel's arm for a pillow, you finally remember what started all this. "My phone! Rafayel, where is my phone?" He hums not fully paying attention. Just laying beside you with his eyes closed. You pink his arm as you sit up. "You stole my phone!" You can't even be mad at him. You fell for his distraction.

Sitting up, you look around the room for clothes. Spying his black pants, you leap off the bed and dash over to it. Sure enough, your phone is in his pocket. As fast as you can, you email a copy of the video you took and the pictures to yourself before looking at him triumphantly.

He's just sitting up resting an elbow on his knee, supporting his head with his hand, watching you. "Do you want a picture of me so badly?" He asks in a provoking tone. Deciding that you've had enough of his games, you walk over and grab his face with both hands. "I prefer the real thing." You say stealing a kiss before slipping away again.

"I've got to go now, I have a mission. I'll be gone for a few days. Don't forget to call me this time!" You hurriedly dress yourself and turn to leave the bedroom before he's grabbing your arm and pulling you back. "Come straight here when you're done." He says a serious look in his eyes. "I miss you when you're gone." You turn and hug him. "I'm just a phone call away." You kiss him again and then head out the door.

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[I don't know the lore of LADS, but I had an idea based on some posts.]

MC was a powerless princess who was born with a weak heart. Her parents, in hopes of their baby's survival, steal Leumarias heart.

The transplant is successful, and the princess survives. While she is still young, her parents pass away, leaving the young girl is forced to grow up. She gains a strong and skilled sparing partner and guard. As well as a prodigal doctor in training. Both who serve her while also being her friends.

Around the same time an assassination attempt occurs. It fails, because the assassin is young teenage boy named Rafayel.

Upon questioning him, he reveals his mission; to kill her and reclaim the heart of Leumaria. Although his words do not fall on deaf ears, the princess explains how she can not die yet.

"I have a kingdom to rule, no relative to pass this burden on. So I can not just handover my heart to you, however, if you are truly intent on stealing my heart... the earn it."

"What..?"

"You're strong, and stealthy, so... stay by my side, and try to earn my heart. If you can make me love you, my heart is yours."

And so from then on the three men watched over the princess, slowly growing feelings for her. An unspoken rule between them they could never tell her.

The day comes where she must wed, and her advisors urge her to marry one of the three men.

"Sir Xavier is the strongest, glory shall find us on the battlefield!"

"Dr. Zayne is the smartest, we would never fear with his knowledge!"

"Rafayel is the most charming, gaining allies would never be easier!"

They all had good points, but MC could never use them for such reasons. Not to the ones she loved. So instead she married the prince of a neighboring kingdom.

Of course even though the got along, the happy couple had their secrets. Having known about her heart, the king desires the power her heart creates.

So she splits the heart into three, giving a piece to each of the boys. Ordering them to leave the kingdom, to take the pieces so far away, so no one can find them.

Ever the loyal gentlemen, they listen. Leaving the love of their lives, and abandoning the kingdom they each worked so hard to build up.

The king kills the queen, stealing her heart. He soon realized it was useless and grew angry, bringing the kingdom to ruin.

[And that's all I really had. I know it's not at all Canon but I still like it. Let me know what you think.]

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YALL NEED TO STOP!!

LOOK AT THESE!!!

RAFS LIL OWO ASS FACE

ZAYNES LIL SMILE

XAVIERS SLEEPY FACE

I'm gon die...

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I'm jealous of yall, mu birthdays in November XD

Happy 25th birthday to Me🌹🥱🎂🎉

Got me Smiling, Giggling, Kicking my feets, and screaming into my pillow!!!! 16.4.2024

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My Zayneeeee I love you so much🥹🩵🌹 this is the best birthday wish i received today, thank you😘

Gonna post Xavier's and Rafayel's wishes later🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🤸🏻‍♀️🤸🏻‍♀️🤸🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️

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Thomas: *pointing at a red mark on Rafayels neck.* What's that?

Rafayel: *turning red and covering it* a mosquitoe bit me!

[Later]

MC: *enters the studio*

Thomas: Rafayel, the mosquitos here!

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Listen, yes I bully Rafa, yes I hate him but:

DON'T OPEN THIS IN PUBLIC PLS

GYAAAAAAAAAAAAT

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OOOOW??

Why you gotta call me out like that...??

Xavier as a child: I can’t wait to grow up, leave this place and have cool adventures!

Xavier, now: I can’t wait to go to bed

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All in a days work!

Call Me Maybe just started playing, and I couldn't help but imagine Rafayel singing into a paintbrush and dancing around his studio XD

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I miss riding my bike. I haven't been able to ride it in so long 😔