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[k-nahriko]

a tragic story for such a wonderful and loving man.

Infold be playing with all our feelings SMH

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ONE LOOK GIVE EM WHIPLASH

Giselle would be so proud 🙈💅✨❤️‍🔥

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*chomps the cheeks of this cute fanart*

🥹

cuteness aggression

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this LADS bug is so funny to me. Caleb in highlighter pink is eye straining but I can’t stop thinking about the Barbie movie whenever I see this 😂

He’s just KEN

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Soobin from TXT is giving IRL Caleb🍎

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we are SO k-drama coded🌸

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eyeeesss👀👀

Updating my old illustration of the boys with Caleb 🍎

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anime-niacs is always a vibe

Guys something is up with my copy of Animaniacs-

Software used: ToonBoom Harmony, Clip Studio Paint and After Effects

[k-nahriko]

pocket space boyfriend game😌

of course I know about the space boyfriend game

[k-nahriko]

❆ 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒏𝒐𝒘 ❆

Pairing: Zayne x Female MC Reader

Summary: As you take a stroll in the snow with Zayne, you create a childhood memory you never got to make back then

Content: female reader, SFW, (so fluffy you might die), bond story with Zayne, snowball fight, winter date

Word Count: 1436

a/n: I've been getting very sweet feedback from my last Zayne x Reader fanfic, so I have provided another fluffy one with Zayne. Enjoy!

Your footsteps echoed in the streets of Linkon, decorated with winter's fresh snow. Zayne's warm hand swung with yours as you strolled along the sidewalk, which was slightly damp from the fallen snowflakes. It felt like a dance as you both savored the breathtaking scenery. Although Zayne had previously worried about how cold it might be for you, he noticed how much you enjoyed Linkon City in the winter.

As night fell, the snow blanketed the ground in generous amounts. The city lights illuminated the snowflakes falling from the dark sky and small drifts of fluffy white crystals forged a carpet on the streets and grass. The wind whistled a gentle tune as it swept past your hair. You look around the surrounding environment that resembles a snow globe that you once saw in Zayne's office. It was a sight to behold.

Out of the blue, a question that had long been on your mind broke free. “Do you ever wish you were a kid again, Zayne?”

There was a small pause before Zayne answered. His condensed breath escaped his lips as he gave you a content smile. “Sometimes I do wish I could relive my times as a child. But, the past is the past.”

He holds out his hand to let the descending snowflakes land on his palm. “I like to look at how things are right now because you’re here with me.”

You meet his soft gaze, as he hugs you close. “Although we’ve known each other since childhood, I wish we had more moments to look back to.”

Zayne nodded as he led you towards an area with thick blankets of snow. “So do I. Times were different back then.”

The both of you decided to stray off the main path and allow yourselves to explore the fresh patches of snow. Zayne holds your hand as you take deep steps in the piles of soft snow, your legs nearly sinking in. 

You squeeze Zayne's hand playfully, giving him a teasing smirk. “You were a quiet kid. It took a lot of effort to get you to play games with me instead of doing homework all the time.”

“There were many reasons why I was so focused on my studies,” Zayne replies, shaking his head. “Perhaps, I have deprived myself of a childhood that most kids were able to have.”

“Well. Now that we’re adults, we have a lot of time to create more childhood memories together.” You declare as Zayne cups your face, his loving gaze growing closer as he leans in. You close your eyes, preparing for a landing kiss. Instead, you hear him whisper, brimming with mischief.

“Why wait?”

Suddenly, the warmth of Zayne’s touch turned cold as a fresh snowball was pressed against your cheek. Wincing at the icy sensation you rub your face against your shoulder, wiping away the lingering flakes of snow. 

“Zayne! That’s freezing!” You exclaim, noticing his amused reaction. 

A deep chuckle escapes his lips as more snowballs form in his hand. “I recall you told me that you wanted to throw the seals you thought were snowballs at me.”

Those familiar words struck you like a brick. When you were kids, the so-called snowballs that Zayne sent to your house were so perfectly round that you didn't even notice the tiny seal tails and adorable faces carved into them. As a child, you believed Zayne was just playing a prank on you. Now, as an adult, he was initiating this winter game.

Zayne’s mirthful expression intensified as he raised his hand, preparing to launch a multi-snowball attack. “Well, here is your chance.”

As he approached closer, you took a few steps back, with giggles of anticipation bubbling in your gut. “Zayne-WAIT! At least give a head-start!”

You squeal and turn on your heels, dashing in the opposite direction, your feet nearly tripping over the uneven patches in the snow. You hastily dug up mounds of snow like a dog to fight back, but Zayne’s snowballs targeted you like bullets, some hitting you from behind and intercepting your path.

Clearly, you were at a disadvantage. His Evol made this snowball fight challenging to win. Every time he launched a snowball toward you, another popped from his hands. You tried to evade his attack, but he was quick and precise, honed by his skills as a surgeon. You were tempted to look behind you to check if Zayne was still following, but you refrained, not wanting to take a snowball straight to the face.

As you crouched behind a small snowbank, you heard Zayne’s footsteps getting closer. Amidst your silent laughter, you pant as you manage to shape enough snowballs to mount a defense. His voice called out to you, filled with childish wonder. The sound of crunching snow made your heart race.

Little by little, snowballs were formed by your lap, your fists trembling from the cold and excitement. You were determined to hit him with at least one snowball. This was it. 

Snowballs in hand, you let out a battle cry and rise from behind your snow barricade. You shut your eyes and unleashed your ammo at rapid-fire speed, but Zayne was nowhere to be found in front of you. 

“Surprise.”

You whip your head around and see Zayne behind you, holding a massive snowball above his head, roughly the size of a large yoga ball. He lets the snowball drop on you, leaving zero chances for you to escape your fate. You brace for impact, but instead of a hard hit, the snow showers down on you like soft powder. However, the sheer force of his final attack causes you to stumble and fall backward into the snow. Specks from the snowball adorn your face like glitter, making you sputter and shake off the residue.

Then, Zayne laughed. 

A rich, bright laugh erupted from his diaphragm. It was genuine and unfiltered, in contrast to the soft, reserved chuckle you often hear. His green eyes glistened as his laughter echoed through the windy air. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of his smile and the beautiful sound that was a blessing to your ears. It was a rare melody, once a lost treasure you had sought for years, and now you had finally uncovered it.

Although you didn’t win the snowball war, the sound of Zayne's laughter was too contagious to resist. You fight a smile as you shoot a scolding stare at Zayne. “That huge snowball of yours was such a dirty move, and you know it.”

“Sorry, I may have gotten carried away.” Zayne chuckles as he brushes the snow off his windbreaker. “You’re not hurt, right?”

He reaches his hand out to you to help you stand up. You grasp his hand and with all the strength in your body, you yank his arm, sending him tumbling into the snow next to you. You sneak in one of your crumpled snowballs and smack it on his head. Surprise and amusement arose as his face was covered in the remains of your attempt at an ambush. This time was your turn to laugh.

“HAHA! Gotcha! How does the snow taste?” You taunt playfully.

Shaking the snow off his hair, Zayne smiles and laughs again. “It tastes like victory; it’s sweet.” He reaches out to brush the snow off your cheeks, his familiar warmth returning to your skin. He hovers over you, his large windbreaker sheltering you like a tent.

You cup his face in your hands, the radiating heat from his neck provided relief to your freezing hands. “Where was this Zayne when we were kids?”

With your hands squishing his cheeks, you distorted Zayne’s speech, making his voice sound silly. “He’s always been here. Just never dared to show himself.”

“Well, he better not disappear. I want him to make up for all the times he’s avoided playing games back then.” You utter with your thumbs creating affectionate circles on his cheeks. 

Zayne exhales, his breath condensing in the air once more. “He is here to stay. With you.”

After lying in the snow for what felt like a minute, Zayne leans down to greet your lips with a warm kiss. He cradles your head and pulls you close, creating a gentle embrace that transforms into an impenetrable fortress against the frostbitten winter. The simpler times you cherished with him in the past resurface, blooming anew like flowers in the spring.

You were confident that Zayne could embrace his childlike nature, especially when he was with you. You never wanted that side of him to be hidden away again.

[k-nahriko]

man in uniform😳

Welcome home, Caleb. 🍎

[k-nahriko]

the moments in Everlasting Wish just make me all warm and fuzzy inside. Zayne deserves so much love and happiness💌

-I would also like Zayne’s plaid suit plz and thank u

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I live for the fluff and the sweet stuff🥹♥️

The little things

In which - little things the LaDS men do that show you just how much they treasure you.

Xavier

Xavier was an affectionate lover in ways that often went unnoticed by others. To the world, he seemed distant—aloof, even—avoiding large gatherings and keeping to himself. But to you, he was warmth itself, a presence that never failed to lift your spirits. He had an uncanny ability to summon a smile to your lips, savoring the sound of your laughter as if it were his favorite melody. With him, your heart always felt full.

Physical affection was his language. Whether it was the gentle press of his lips against your forehead first thing in the morning, the reassuring squeeze of your hand as he guided you through a crowded street, or the way he enveloped your chilled fingers in his own to chase away the cold—his love was always expressed through touch.

Helping you get ready had become one of his favorite rituals. The first time he offered to apply your blush, he had been hesitant, his brows knit in concentration, as if a single misplaced stroke would earn him a scolding. Now, it had become second nature—his careful hands brushing across your skin, his focus entirely on you, everything to be able to touch you in any way.

A rough day? He was there to knead the tension from your shoulders with steady, practiced hands. A moment of comfort? He would wrap you in his embrace before you even had to ask.

On this particular evening, you were away on a field trip with your colleagues—an event Xavier had only agreed to attend because of you.

The fire crackled softly, casting flickering shadows across the encampment. You sat on a log, the warmth of the flames barely reaching you as exhaustion weighed heavily on your limbs. Organizing this trip had been a draining ordeal; you felt less like a leader and more like a weary caretaker herding unruly children—children who happened to be highly trained hunters.

The laughter and chatter around you blurred into background noise. When a coworker made a poorly timed, half-hearted joke at your expense, you merely furrowed your brows, too drained to muster a response. All you wanted was sleep.

Xavier, seated beside you, noticed immediately. His fingers pressed gently into your thigh—a small, grounding touch, yet one that brought an immediate sense of comfort. A silent promise. 'I’m here. If you need me, I’m right here.'

He took your hand in his, tracing slow circles over your knuckles, urging you to look at him. His gaze held a silent question—'Are you okay?'

You met his eyes, their soft concern melting into you like a balm. With a quiet smile, you gave his hand a reassuring squeeze in return.

Yes, you were okay. Because you had him.

And in moments like this, you knew—you were truly lucky.

Zayne

Zayne was the embodiment of composure—level-headed, calm, and unfailingly rational. Yet, when it came to expressing his true thoughts, words often failed him. His concern for you, though deeply rooted in care, sometimes surfaced as stern remarks, particularly when you disregarded your doctor’s (his) orders.

But where words fell short, his actions spoke volumes.

You had long since grown accustomed to discovering fresh bouquets of your favorite flowers at your doorstep, their delicate petals carrying the unspoken warmth of his affection. At his apartment, a set of spare clothes always awaited you, neatly folded as if in quiet anticipation of your stay. He had even gone so far as to purchase travel-sized versions of your toiletries, a small yet endearing detail that never failed to make your heart flutter. His fridge was perpetually stocked with your preferred snacks and drinks, as though he had memorized each of your favorites without effort.

And then there were the little things—the unspoken gestures that revealed just how closely he paid attention. He had noticed, without you ever mentioning it, how much you loathed doing the dishes. So naturally, he had taken it upon himself, never allowing you near the sink, brushing off any protest with quiet insistence.

That was the man Zayne was—one who showed his love not through grand declarations, but through unwavering acts of service, ensuring you were always at ease in his presence.

Today, you had set out for a shopping trip, eager to refresh your wardrobe. Fortune was on your side—Zayne had the day off and had agreed to accompany you, an unexpected treat that left you brimming with excitement.

As expected, you never carried so much as a single bag. He handled them all effortlessly, his grip firm yet gentle as he held your hand in his free one—a small but steadfast reminder of his presence beside you.

The golden hues of the setting sun stretched across the pavement as the two of you made your way home, the air crisp with the promise of evening. The weight of the shopping bags didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest, yet, midway through the walk, he suddenly came to a halt.

“Wait.” His voice was calm yet firm.

Before you could ask why, he crouched down, carefully setting the bags on the ground. Confused, you followed his gaze—only to realize your shoelaces had come undone.

A flush crept up your neck as your eyes widened slightly. He was tying them.

“Zayne! I could’ve done it myself,” you protested, voice tinged with sheepish embarrassment.

He remained unfazed, fingers moving deftly as he secured the knot with practiced ease.

“There’s no need to strain your back when I’m here,” he murmured, his tone as steady as ever, as though his actions were the most natural thing in the world.

When he stood, you gazed up at him, a small smile tugging at your lips. Without hesitation, he returned it, his warmth evident in the soft curve of his mouth as he reached for your hand once more.

“Thank you,” you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

A faint blush dusted both your faces—a delicate shade of pink, fleeting yet impossible to ignore.

And in that quiet moment, with the evening sun painting the sky in amber and rose, you felt it once again—the quiet, unwavering love that Zayne had always shown you, not with words, but with actions that spoke louder than any confession ever could.

Rafayel

Rafayel loved to tease you—whether through over-the-top dramatics or by shamelessly flirting at every opportunity.

“There she is—the one and only, the gorgeous, the radiant, the absolute love of my life!” he declared theatrically, placing a hand over his heart as if he were on the verge of swooning.

You rolled your eyes, elbowing him in the side, but not before a telltale blush crept onto your cheeks.

Despite his endless antics, he always knew where to draw the line. No matter how much he delighted in seeing you flustered, he never overstepped your boundaries. His teasing was playful, never intrusive—an affectionate dance he had perfected just for you.

He was, at his core, an attentive lover. Whether you were ranting about work, venting about a frustrating friend, or simply rambling about whatever occupied your mind, he listened. Fully. Unwaveringly. And if you ever sought advice, he was more than ready to offer it.

He was also the best gossip partner you could ask for. If you didn’t like someone—even if he had never met them before—they were already erased from existence in his eyes.

His affection was woven into the little things. He often left behind handwritten notes, filled with charming doodles and sweet messages, knowing how much you adored thoughtful gestures. He had an uncanny ability to anticipate your wants before you even voiced them, surprising you with clothes, shoes, makeup—anything he thought would bring that spark of joy to your eyes.

And though he usually saw right through your mischievous schemes, he often indulged them anyway. Seeing you get all giddy over a well-executed prank or a perfectly timed joke was worth playing along.

Like now.

You turned to him, eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Hey Raf, what do you think - Which days are the strongest?”

Rafayel narrowed his gaze, already sensing the incoming disaster. “…Enlighten me, cutie.”

“Saturday and Sunday,” you declared, barely holding back your grin. “The rest are week days.”

A loud snort escaped as you dissolved into laughter, as if you had just delivered the comedic masterpiece of the century.

He scoffed, shaking his head, but there was no hiding the soft smile tugging at his lips. You looked so carefree like this—unburdened, unfiltered, perfectly at ease.

And to him, there was nothing more beautiful than that.

Sylus

The big bad wolf was utterly, hopelessly smitten with you.

It was no secret that Sylus spoiled you beyond reason. If your gaze so much as lingered on something for a second too long, it would magically appear at your doorstep the very next day, wrapped in elegant packaging with a handwritten note attached. He wanted you to feel cherished, adored—to know that you deserved the absolute best.

But beyond lavish gifts and extravagant gestures, Sylus had made it his mission to memorize every detail about you.

Your birthday? Expect an unforgettable surprise, meticulously planned down to the last second. Your anniversary? He had booked a luxurious getaway months in advance—and had already arranged for your days off at work. Don't ask how. Allergies? Noted and accounted for. Every little habit, every unconscious quirk? He knew them all, and each one only deepened his fascination with you.

He never wanted you to worry about a single thing. Bills, rent, grocery shopping—it was all taken care of before the thought could even cross your mind. Somehow, your fridge was always stocked with your favorite foods, the shelves lined with your go-to snacks, as if by magic. In reality, it was just Sylus, ensuring you never had to lift a finger.

Even the smallest details didn’t escape his notice. You were running low on a product? He had already replaced it before you realized it was gone. You casually mentioned a preference? It was ingrained in his mind, woven seamlessly into his everyday actions.

He even tailored his appearance to your liking. He had long since noticed the way your eyes lingered on him whenever he wore tight-fitting shirts that accentuated his muscular frame—so naturally, he made sure to wear them more often. That cologne you once complimented? It was now the only one he ever used.

And then there were moments like this—where his attentiveness caught you completely off guard.

“Ugh, I’m running out of my favorite perfume,” you sighed, pouting as you finished getting ready. Sylus, lounging nearby, watched you with quiet amusement.

“Worry not, sweetie. It’s in the cabinet on the right.”

You blinked, confused, before pulling the door open—only to be met with an entire row of neatly arranged bottles of the exact perfume you had just lamented about.

Your jaw dropped. “Sylus!” You turned to him, eyes wide in disbelief. “You really shouldn’t spend so much money on me.” You pouted, though deep down, the sheer thoughtfulness of it all made your heart swell.

His deep, rich chuckle rumbled through the room as he pulled you into his arms, his embrace effortlessly warm and secure. “That’s quite insulting, darling,” he mused, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. “I could buy you five houses, and my bank account wouldn’t even take a scratch.”

You rolled your eyes at his arrogance, but as he held you close, his scent wrapping around you like a comforting embrace, you couldn’t deny how deeply, undeniably loved you felt.

Caleb

For Caleb, spending time with you was the highlight of his day—especially now, knowing he could never take it for granted.

He seized every opportunity to be close to you, no matter how small.

"Oh, I just dropped by to say hi. I'm in Linkon for a business trip for a few days." he said casually, though the truth was, he had purposely cleared his schedule just to spend more time with you.

During his stay at your place, he would carefully plan ways to make your time together unforgettable. A cozy movie night, complete with blanket forts? Already arranged. Baking together? He lived for the excuse to smudge flour on your cheek just so he could wipe it away, stealing a touch in the process. Playing Kitty Cards? He would feign ignorance every time you sneakily took an extra card, pretending not to notice the mischievous glint in your eyes.

He knew you better than anyone—your habits, your favorite pastimes, the little things that made you light up. And he understood that sometimes, the best moments were the quiet ones—when you were simply absorbed in your own world, content in silence, with him just within reach. As long as he could see your face, that was enough.

"Caleb, that's cheating!" you whined, throwing your controller down as he effortlessly defeated you in yet another round of your video game.

"All's fair in love and war, pipsqueak," he mused, his deep chuckle sending warmth through the room.

You huffed dramatically, crossing your arms over your chest. "I don't want to play anymore."

His eyes gleamed with amusement as he leaned in slightly. "That means you lost," he murmured, inching closer. "And you know what that means."

Your heart skipped a beat. "No, Caleb, don't you dare—!"

But before you could protest, his hands were already on you, mercilessly tickling your sides. Laughter erupted from your lips, filling the apartment with the kind of pure joy that made everything else fade away.

And in that moment, you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

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unhinged and raw laughter is what they truly crave. no shy tee hees in this house🤭

Hello! I had a super fluffy idea for LADS. Mc who always tries to laugh politely until one day one thing or the other happens and they just. Cackle. A full body wheezing laugh, snorts, the works. The boys just being absolutely smitten with this new side of Mc and I just— AGH.

Anyways, I hope you have a nice day!

Comedian

The dim glow of your phone screen flickered against the walls, casting soft shadows across the room. Outside, the rain pattered steadily against the window, the rhythmic sound blending with the low hum of the heater. It was one of those nights—quiet, intimate, where the world outside felt distant, leaving only the two of you in your little cocoon of warmth.

You sat nestled against your lover on the couch, his arms draped lazily over your shoulders, pulling you against his chest. The scent of him—familiar, grounding—filled your senses, an anchor you didn’t quite realize you needed. His slow, steady breaths brushed against your hair, lulling you further into comfort.

You had been together for a few months now. Long enough to settle into a routine, to share soft touches and quiet nights, but there was still a part of you that held back. A quiet restraint. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him—God, you did—but you still wanted to maintain that polished image, the one that made you feel… presentable. Safe.

So, even now, as you scrolled through your phone, watching video after video designed to squeeze laughter from you, you kept your reactions measured. A gentle giggle here, a muffled chuckle there, a hand pressed delicately over your mouth. Meanwhile, your lover, equally engrossed, would occasionally let out a low chuckle or murmur some offhand comment about whatever played on the screen.

Then it happened.

Something he said—so completely unexpected, perfectly timed, effortlessly hilarious—struck you like a bolt of lightning.

The laughter ripped out of you before you could stop it.

Not the soft, practiced giggles you had so carefully maintained, but a full-bodied, unrestrained, reckless sound. Your head tilted back, body shaking as you gasped for air between uncontrollable wheezes. A slap to your thigh, followed by another, and then—oh, God—a snort. A loud, undignified one.

Mortification slammed into you.

Xavier

When Xavier heard it—really heard it—he swore he could feel his heart melting.

How could you have hidden this from him? That sound—so unfiltered, so raw—hit him like a warm wave, wrapping around him and pulling him under before he even had a chance to react. It wasn’t just a laugh; it was you, in your purest form, and it made his chest ache in the best way possible.

Sure, he always thought you were silly, but never in a way he’d tease you for. No—this was different. It was the kind of silly he wanted to keep forever, the kind that made him think, I want to hear this sound for the rest of my life.

His own laughter bubbled up before he could stop it, carried away by the sheer joy of you. It was contagious, impossible to resist. But when he saw your mortified expression—the way your eyes widened, hands flying up to cover your mouth—he sobered just enough to reassure you. A warm smile curved his lips as he cupped your cheek, thumb brushing gently against your heated skin.

"Never hide your true self from me again, okay?" His voice was softer than usual, but there was something new in it—a tenderness that settled deep in his tone, something reverent, as if he were committing this moment to memory.

You looked away, embarrassed, your face flushed all the way to the tips of your ears. His words, so effortless yet so intentional, made your heart stutter. And the fact that he was acting so casual about it only made it worse.

"...It’s embarrassing," you mumbled, barely above a whisper.

Xavier let out a quiet huff of amusement before tilting your chin back toward him. Then, without warning, he squeezed your cheeks between his hands, molding your face into a ridiculous shape. His expression, however, remained perfectly serious.

"Absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about," he stated, his grip tightening just slightly for emphasis.

Your words came out muffled against his hold. "Alright, alright—!" You swatted weakly at his hands, surrendering with a breathless chuckle.

And then, just as quickly as the moment had come, your laughter returned—softer this time, but no less genuine. Xavier let go, only to watch in satisfaction as that small, easy smile took its place.

You never had anything to be worried about, after all.

Zayne

Zayne hadn't expected it. Not the sound of your laughter—unrestrained, unfiltered, so unlike the polite chuckles you usually allowed yourself. And certainly not the way it affected him.

It was foolish, really, how something so simple could send an unfamiliar warmth spreading through his chest, how his carefully composed demeanor fractured in the wake of your joy. But there he was, caught in the moment, lips curling into a rare, unbidden smile.

His sharp, refined features softened, betraying something unspoken—something close to reverence. This wasn’t just amusement to him; it was trust, a glimpse of something so deeply you that it left him spellbound.

But then, just as quickly, you withdrew.

"I'm so sorry, I don’t know what came over me..." You rushed out, voice tinged with panic, fingers tightening around the fabric of your sleeve as if grounding yourself.

His expression darkened—not in anger, but something dangerously close to disappointment.

"Why would you apologize?"

Before you could shrink further into yourself, he reached for you, his touch deliberate as he smoothed a hand over your shoulder. His movements were slow, calculated, meant to ease the tension in your frame.

“Do not diminish something so precious,” he murmured, his voice velvet-soft yet laced with quiet intensity. “It just so happens that the sound of your laughter may be my new favorite thing about you. And rest assured, my dear, I intend to hear it again.”

The certainty in his words sent heat rushing to your cheeks, your earlier embarrassment now replaced with something far sweeter, far more dangerous.

You hesitated before speaking, your lips curving into something playful despite the lingering warmth in your chest.

"Well then, Dr. Zayne..." You drew out his name, reaching up to pinch his cheek in a teasing display of defiance. “I’ll make sure you get sick of it.”

His gaze darkened—not in displeasure, but in something richer, something indulgent.

He caught your wrist, turning it over in his grasp with a featherlight touch, then pressed a lingering kiss to your palm.

“I don’t think that’s possible,” he whispered against your skin, before leaning in to place a final, impossibly tender kiss to your forehead.

Rafayel

“Oh my god—did you just snort?”

Rafayel’s voice rang out, rich with amusement, his deep chuckle reverberating through the dimly lit room. The golden glow of the floor lamp cast shadows along the sharp angles of his face, his blue-pink eyes glinting with something unreadable—something between adoration and mischief.

He wasn’t laughing at you. No, the thought never even crossed his mind. He was laughing because it was you, because this moment, so unguarded and raw, was unexpectedly perfect.

But you didn’t see it that way.

A mortified groan left your lips as you shrank into the plush couch cushions, turning your face away from him, heat rushing up your neck. “...So what?” you mumbled, voice muffled, fingers curling into your sleeves as if that would somehow make you disappear.

For once, Rafayel didn’t push. Didn’t lean into his usual brand of relentless teasing. No sly remarks, no playful taunts—just silence, thoughtful and heavy, as he observed you with an expression far softer than before.

And then, before you could protest, he pulled you into his arms.

His grip was firm, grounding, the warmth of his body seeping into yours as he buried his face into your hair. A slow inhale, as if he was memorizing your scent, as if this was something fragile, something precious.

“Aww, cutie, no need to be embarrassed,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple.

You tensed, but he didn’t let go. Instead, he shifted, his fingers finding yours, tracing slow, absentminded circles along your knuckles. When he spoke again, his voice had lost its usual teasing lilt, replaced by something quieter, something real.

“I’ve never heard anything like that before,” he admitted, a rare sincerity lacing his tone. “It was unexpected, sure—but it was you. And that means it was perfect.”

Your chest tightened at his words, at the way his arms remained around you, unwavering, patient.

“You’re just saying that because you’re my boyfriend,” you muttered, voice small, but your resolve was already beginning to crack.

He hummed, tilting your chin up with a single finger, forcing you to meet his gaze. The playfulness was still there—of course, it was Rafayel—but beneath it lay something deeper, something unshakable.

“Well, that, but also…” He leaned in, a slow smirk tugging at his lips. “I truly mean it. Laugh around me more, okay?”

You narrowed your eyes. “We’ll see about that.”

Rafayel gasped, clutching his chest in feigned betrayal before dramatically pinching your nose between two fingers, making you yelp. “Don’t you dare hide such a treasure from me!”

You groaned, swatting at him, but the fight had already left you. Because even through the teasing, the mischief, the absurd dramatics—you knew.

You knew that to Rafayel, every part of you was something worth cherishing.

Sylus

Mortification coiled tight in your chest, making it impossible to meet Sylus’s gaze. You trusted him, of course—you knew he wouldn’t judge you—but that didn’t stop the nagging insecurity gnawing at the edges of your thoughts. Sylus was always so composed, so effortlessly refined, his words always carefully chosen, his every move exuding an unshakable grace. And here you were, sinking further into the plush couch, burning with embarrassment over something as ridiculous as a misplaced snort.

What must he think of you now?

A deep chuckle rumbled from beside you, rich and velvety, carrying an almost amused warmth. “I knew you had it in you, sweetie.”

The gentle teasing in his voice made you peek up at him, brows furrowed in uncertainty. His expression was unreadable at first—calm, as always, but softened at the edges by something far more tender. You searched his gaze, those sharp crimson eyes gleaming with a quiet affection that made your stomach twist in ways you weren’t ready to acknowledge.

His fingers wove through your hair, slow and deliberate, the touch featherlight. “I understand you may feel slightly… embarrassed,” he mused, his voice a soothing hum against the quiet of the dimly lit room. His hand slid down, fingertips tracing your cheek before his thumb brushed over the heated skin. “But I assure you—I've never heard a sound so beautiful.”

You sucked in a breath, warmth blooming across your face. Of course, he would flirt his way out of this. Of course.

And yet… you didn’t mind.

The tension in your shoulders eased, replaced by something lighter, something almost intoxicating. You let out a quiet sigh, shaking your head. “I can’t believe I just snorted in front of the leader of Onychinus…” you muttered, rubbing your temple in exasperation. But despite your words, a smile had already begun to tug at your lips.

Sylus only chuckled, tilting his head ever so slightly before reaching up to pinch your cheek—not hard, just enough to make you look at him again. His smirk was entirely too pleased.

“The leader of Onychinus,” he repeated, voice dripping with amusement, “knows how to appreciate true beauty when he sees it.” He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice to a murmur. “And you, darling, are nothing short of a masterpiece.”

Flustered beyond reason, you let out a groan before landing a light punch against his arm, making him laugh.

Maybe Sylus wasn’t as intimidating as you thought. Or maybe—just maybe—he was far more dangerous in an entirely different way.

Caleb

Caleb was no stranger to your laughter—the wild, unrestrained kind that always came from deep within your chest, the one that had haunted your teenage years with its sheer unpredictability. He had heard it countless times before, back when things were simpler, when you were nothing more than an impulsive, wide-eyed girl who never cared how she sounded or looked.

But now? Now things were different.

You weren’t that reckless teenager anymore. You had grown, refined yourself, learned to move with grace and carry yourself with poise. You wanted Caleb to see you as a woman—not the clumsy girl he used to tease mercilessly, not some silly childhood memory.

And yet, all of that crumbled the moment the sound left you.

A full, shameless snort.

Mortification hit like a wave, heat flooding your face as you turned to him, your eyes narrowing in a silent dare, challenging him to say anything.

But Caleb—damn him—only laughed, a rich, familiar chuckle that sent warmth curling through your chest in a way you weren’t ready to admit. “There it is!” he said, grinning as he reached out to ruffle your hair, the same way he used to when you were kids.

You groaned, swatting his hand away. “You are insufferable.”

His hand lingered for a moment before falling away, his gaze softening as he looked at you—really looked at you. To him, that laugh wasn’t something to be hidden or tamed. It was a sound he had carried with him through years of change and distance, something that had always felt like home.

And now that he had heard it again, he wasn’t going to let it slip away so easily.

“That’s the last time you’re hearing it,” you mumbled, turning away, trying desperately to compose yourself. But you couldn’t will away the flush creeping up your neck, nor the way your heart hammered against your ribs.

“No way, pipsqueak,” he murmured, moving in closer, his breath warm against your cheek.

You stiffened. His voice had dropped just slightly—low, teasing, but with an undeniable weight to it. A promise.

“Now that I’ve heard it again,” he continued, dangerously close now, “I won’t stop until it’s the only sound you make.”

You barely had a second to react before his hands were at your sides, fingers digging in just enough to make you gasp. Then—pure chaos.

A startled shriek left you as he tickled you mercilessly, his movements swift, relentless. You thrashed against him, laughter bubbling up from your chest, unrestrained and wild, that same shameless snort slipping through again.

But this time, you weren’t embarrassed.

Somewhere between the helpless gasps for breath and the way his laughter mixed with yours, something shifted.

You felt… at peace. Like maybe, just maybe, hiding yourself had never been worth it in the first place.

"You're so gonna regret this!" you gasped between fits of laughter, half a threat, half a plea.

Caleb only grinned, utterly triumphant. “Doubt it, sweetheart.”

[k-nahriko]

𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

There were some couples videos that I've seen online, where the girl challenges her boyfriend/husband to see how long it took for him to take off her sweater, by only raising her hands above her head. I can imagine how MC would do this challenge with the LADS men. So, I wrote some headcanons and scenarios about how the boys would react or what they would do when their girlfriend approaches them with her hands above her head without explanation.

Content: SFW, couples challenge, (undressing sweater only), fluff, female reader

【for context, here is a video link of the challenge】

❥ he first assumes you want him to pick you up. As you were lifted off the ground in his arms, you shake your head and giggle while your hands remain above your head. 

❥ he pats you down, trying to find something that you might be hiding. You tell him that’s not what you wanted him to do.

❥ then he takes one of your hands to twirl you around like you're dancing. You smile at the sweet gesture, but you tell him again that wasn’t it. 

❥ he then tries to tease you. “If you’re trying to touch the stars, you need to reach much higher.”

❥ Xavier closes the distance and gives you a small kiss on your forehead. Then he asks if you’re feeling hot as he slowly removes your sweater. You sighed in relief and congratulated him for guessing it right.

❥ Zayne adjusts his glasses and asks you what you were up to. You giggle but don’t give him an answer. Your goal was to make him guess.

❥ he intertwines his fingers with yours, gesturing a rainbow above you with your hands. You give him a wry smile and tell him to try again. This leaves him puzzled, but he is fully indulged in this charade.

❥ he gives you a warm hug, ending up in dismay that you didn’t return it. He smooths out the wrinkles on your sweater as he states, “you shouldn’t keep your hands above your head for too long, your arms will get sore.”

❥ he cups your face in his hands and gives you a sweet kiss on the lips. You feel yourself melt in his kiss, but tell him that he didn’t guess it right.

❥ he then eyes your sweater, and carefully removes it. He smiles as you finally tell him he succeeded in your guessing game. 

❥ you walk up to him while he is painting. He turns to you and is slightly surprised to see you raising both of your hands above your head.

❥ he asks you, “what’s up, cutie? Are you cheering for me? Or did something exciting happen?” 

❥ you left Rafayel’s questions unanswered, confusing him. With a smile, he places his palms flat on yours, enveloping your hands into his. He leans down close enough to where your noses touch. You blush but tell him that he has to guess what is going on. Before he withdraws, he peppers your cheek with kisses.

❥ Rafayel hums as he circles around you. His first guess was that you were trying to model for him for his painting. Then, he notes that your pose would be too difficult to maintain for long.

❥ he continues to inspect you, his hands caressing your hips. His warm touch reaches under the hem of your sweater, resulting in him finally taking your sweater off. He finally sees your amused reaction and tosses your sweater over his shoulder with pride.

❥ Sylus raises an eyebrow upon seeing your hands lifted above your head. He walks up to you and pretends to shoot his finger gun to your chest, he whispers “bang”, assuming that you were surrendering.

❥ your arms remained up and you give him a tiny smile, hinting that he did not pass the challenge. He spins your body in a 360-degree turn, trying to find anything that might be stuck on your clothes.

❥ then, he picks you up in his arms and spins you around. His disappointment was immeasurable as you remained silent and did not wrap your arms around his neck like you usually do. 

❥ after he puts you down, he gives you a peck on the cheek, in hopes of it being the correct answer. Once again, you don’t say a word and wait for him to guess again.

❥ Sylus peeks down at your exposed stomach from your sweater lifting up. He finally understands and takes off your sweater. He chuckles and expresses his amusement. “Very clever of you to use the silent game, sweetie. You always find new ways to challenge me.”

❥ first, he gives you a high five on both hands. Shaking your head with a smug smile, you tell him that wasn’t it.

❥ then he pokes your armpits and sides, tickling you. You laugh and try to withstand his playful attack while keeping your hands up. While Caleb managed to get a reaction out of you, it was clear that was not what you were looking for.

❥ next, he thinks that you want him to lift you in the air with his gravity Evol. You immediately shake your head no and bounce up and down to try giving him a hint.

❥ Caleb’s gaze is drawn to your sweater as it was slightly revealing your stomach from your constant movement. He finally takes it off and asks, “that’s what you wanted me to do?”  You nod and give him a thumbs up.

❥ he laughs and pinches your nose. “All that just so I can take off your sweater? Next time, use your words pipsqueak.”

[k-nahriko]

cat loaf and frog bun

[k-nahriko]

she IS the moment 💕

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