The Love and Deepspace Boys Trying to Get You to Sleep ⋆。°✩
Tags: Fluff, teasing, needy boys, mild sexual content, gender neutral reader (I had to re-write so please let me know if I messed up.)
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Xavier is surprisingly softer than you expected when you first met him on your mission together. He’s an incredibly powerful hunter but possesses a quiet and gentle, almost oblivious, aura when navigating everyday life, like a ghost floating through the space he takes up. It should also be understood that this very nature of his makes him affectionate, so much so, that he won’t unwrap his arms around your waist and stop pressing his head to your shoulder as you sit at the kitchen bar, typing on your laptop.
“Are you planning on staying up later than the stars?” he mumbles.
There’s a gentle yawn against your skin from the sluggish man, highlighting just how long he’s been trying to coax you into going to bed.
“I wanted to finish this report for work.”
“The report will be there tomorrow,” he says. You swat away his hand that reaches for the power button on the laptop causing him to pout. He grumbles. “You should go to bed. Otherwise, I can’t sleep.”
Smiling to yourself, you decide to tease him. “Oh, so you’re really trying to get me to go to bed for your own benefit?”
“Well, you can’t very well expect me to do it by myself anymore.” Xavier nuzzles his head into the slope of your neck, cuddling you. “It’s your responsibility since you ruined my sleeping habits.”
“Ruined?”
“Ramshackled,” he repeats quietly, causing you to giggle. With an airy sigh, he presses his weight into you more. “How do you expect me to sleep when I can’t hold you?”
Defeated, you save your work and close the laptop. You swivel in your chair, enough to meet his eye, and cup a hand to his cheek. It never stops being endearing to you how he cutely closes his eyes and angles his head to snuggle your palm.
“Alright, alright, you don’t have to beg.”
His eyes flutter open, and the smile on his face grows as he wraps his fingers around yours. Carefully, he pulls on your hand to bring it up enough to begin to lace your wrist with affectionate kisses, tracing your pulse.
“I thought you enjoyed my begging.”
“That’s different.”
“It isn’t,” Xavier mutters into your skin, pressing another light kiss.
“It is.”
“So, you're resolute about that position?” he questions “innocently”. There’s something mischievous about the glint in those arctic eyes, which makes your face warm. You find yourself breaking eye contact, or else you’d lose it.
“Yes.”
Xavier chuckles then begins to lead his kisses down your arm. “In that case, care to explain the difference in detail, love?”
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“Sleep.”
“But—”
“Sleep.”
Zayne narrows his eyes at you from his side of the bed. You can’t blame him for being a little annoyed right now but the movie you put on to fall asleep was much better than you expected; and instead of falling asleep, you were more awake than ever at a very late one in the morning.
“I’m almost done with the movie,” you tell him, hoping he’ll cut you a little slack this one time.
“Everyone dies at the end of their own stupidity,” he bluntly states and grabs the remote. The television turns off with an overly loud click, and you pout. “Now, sleep.”
Crossing your arms over your chest, you huff. “You’re the worst.”
“I’m fine with that title if it gets you to rest,” he explains with a smooth yawn. “Poor sleep habits lead to bad decision-making later. You’re more likely to develop high blood pressure, and with your heart in particular—”
“I get it. I get it,” you say, wanting to be spared the lecture. Zayne is a good person and a better doctor, but you wish he didn’t worry about you so much just because you might have a little big heart problem. Sighing, you squiggle onto your back and pull the sheets up to your collar, kicking them a little childishly in the process (totally not to let him know that you were not pleased with his spoiling). “I hope you’re proud of yourself.”
“Very.”
Zayne turns over onto his side, away from you, and you frown at the loneliness. Softly, you poke him in the back, once, then twice then a third time before you finally get a hum in response.
“Am I really not getting a good night kiss?”
“Do you need one to sleep?” he asks, his voice deeper from the lack of sleep, urging you to convince him to kiss you even more.
“Duh,” you explain. Slowly, he turns back over to look at you, propping himself up on one arm with a look that says “Is that so” as you continue to ramble. It makes you a little flustered when he watches you so intently. He’s always had this silent dominance that makes you obedient, but you could get what you want from him just as easily with the exact opposite strategy. Cutely, you puff your bottom lip out at him. “There has to be some health benefit to it. Kissing makes people all happy. Happy is good, right?”
It takes a second for him to take in what you say, those smokey eyes closing in on you with thought before he climbs over you. He places both hands at your sides and quickly boxes in your upper thighs with his knees.
“You’re thinking of dopamine,” he says.
“Huh?”
“That makes you “all happy”,” he explains and presses a deep kiss to your lips, leaving you thoughtless and breathless all at once. He moves to your jaw, and you begin to squirm from the pressure of his impassioned lips.
“And Serotonin.”
Another kiss, lower.
“Oxycontin.”
He’s at your shoulder when he starts to nip your skin, and one of his hands moves to ski up the back of your thigh.
“Reduced cortisol.”
Flustered, you grip his arms.
“Zayne, stop, it tickles,” you whine, but it’s the last thing you actually want as he readjusts his position and hovers above you.
His usually neat hair is messier and his breathing a little heavier judging by how his chest laboriously rises and falls. Groaning, you bite your bottom lip as he knowingly leans in and whispers,
“You need it to help you sleep, isn’t that what you said?”
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“Why don’t you just say you don’t love me anymore?”
You look up from your phone screen at the sudden accusation. You’re resting on the couch, your back propped up by the armrest and legs splayed out on the other cushion while Rafayel looks down at you with crossed arms and a less-than-pleased scowl on his face. You’re entirely confused as to what you could’ve done to make him think something like that.
“Huh?”
“You’ve been playing video games for what—the last two hours?” he says, uncrossing his arms to grab your phone. It’s too late to warn him as he glances at the screen, clicking a few times. “What are you playing anyway? An…otome? Sheesh, go ahead and say you want me gone. Come on, tell me you actually hate me.”
Holding in your smile, you shake your head and affectionately roll your eyes. It takes an enormous amount of effort to not laugh as he continues to rant. “So, it’s one of those things. I thought I was actually in trouble.”
And by those things, you mean his dramatics.
“Hush, my complaints are perfectly legitimate,” he demands as he pushes your legs aside and sits on the couch. Leaning over, he flashes the screen at you to show the evidence he has that you’re completely unfair, unfaithful, and downright mean. “What’s this game giving you that I’m not? Are my dashing good looks and even better personality not enough? Is that it?”
Gently, you take the phone from his hand and set it down on the end table. “You’re plenty, perfect even.”
He scoffs and refuses to look at you. “Apparently not. Don’t you ever think about anyone else? What if I want to cuddle with you one day but you’re too busy to notice because you’re playing silly games?”
Ah, there it is. His real want. You never know why he can never just come out and say it.
“Rafayel, do you want me to come to bed and cuddle with you?”
“Want is a strong word,” he remarks but you can see his resolve (can you call it that when he planned to give in all along?) crumbling as he slowly turns back to meet your gaze, “but I wouldn’t be opposed to it. Not that you deserve it or care.”
Humming, you sit up, wrap your arms around his shoulders, and pull him down onto you. Lovingly, you snuggle him, stopping to only take in how red his neck and ears start to get when you squeeze him and start to stroke through his hair. You’re not sure if Lumerians can blow happy bubbles like he claims, but he definitely hums and relaxes his entire body weight to lay on top of you like he wants to sink into your skin.
Teasingly, you coo at him. “You’re so needy.”
“I’d rather say you humans aren’t needy enough,” he fires back as he wraps an arm around your waist and kisses the corner of your lips. “Ah, the sweet taste of victory.”
Giving out a gentle and short laugh, you lightly tap his back. “Go to sleep.”
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Rebooting this cause I still reread this cause it’s THAT good
Haha angst time
Ro felt like he always had to be picture perfect, everything had to be aligned just right. Nothing could be out of place in the slightest. This stressed him, so much because a lot was expected of him and sometiems he just over did it, this wasn’t your normal over to top kind of deal. He would stay up late working on demos to make sure they were perfect, because they had to be. Damn this got kinda long— *cough- co-self projecting-ugh-*
Robaire is a perfectionist
In the first year that the band was formed he felt huge pressure to make everything he did flawless because he really thought that he wasn’t living up to his full potential and people would notice. He always thought that the other members were doing everything so much better than he was and he thought something was wrong with himself because he felt that they didn’t have to try as hard to look and sound perfect, while he felt like he had to bend over backwards to be as good as them (his point of view was extremely distorted) he thought “how can they just wake up and look that good and I wake up looking like this” (He always wakes up looking ridiculous perfect, he just didn’t see it). He felt like he didn’t deserve to be the leader. A lot of the time he would work on songs way too late at night at the kitchen table and he’d see the Aaron’s hanging out, playing video games/watching movies and he’d get extremely sad because he’d so much rather be on the couch hanging out with them instead of writing/mixing/editing and it made him feel like he was being a bad friend. Eventually Jesse approached him and told him he needed to stop overworking himself and that it’s important to spend a lot more time doing other things that actually make him happy. Robaire talked to all of them about how he felt like they always wake up looking and sounding perfect and how he wished he could be more like them. They were shocked to hear this because they didn’t think someone who looked like him and was as talented as him could possibly feel like this about himself. He continued by telling them how much he wished he could hang out with them and have fun instead of work all day, he apologized for being “such a bad friend” and told them how much they really mean to him and he’s sorry for not hanging out with them as much. Hearing this broke their hearts. They told him that he wasn’t being a bad friend, just that he was overdoing everything and he just couldn’t see how good of a person he really is. T empathized with him and told him that he felt the exact same way about himself, and how he also felt like the other members are way more important and deserving of love and attention than he is. Tae reminded him he always looks and sounds perfect without trying and that he’s the leader for a reason. Z added on by saying “I wish I looked as good as you when I first wake up” and Robaire was very surprised to hear him say that because to him Z looked like a god. This pushed everything into perspective for Robaire and he realized that he is attractive and ridiculously talented, and that he needs to remind himself of that next time before he spirals. Now, whenever he feels insecure he talks to one of the other members about it when he needs to feel reassured. It makes him feel safe and comforted to know that he has the 4 most supportive and loving people by his side who will always be there for him.
This was really long and angsty lol
But I hope you liked it :)
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I found another part of the fboy au y’all 🫡
if u don't mind me asking, how do u think other members of 4town in the fboy au would react to finding out one of them caught feelings? :D
They find out one of their friends caught feelings
Short & Simple! Am i back on my shit? Mayhaps
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Robaire
- Robaire is.. a bit hesitant. Especially towards Tae & T since he’s seen both of them be so cold hearted in the past. But with Jesse or Z? Honestly Robaire wants to encourage it. He knows Jesse desperately needs proper love again & he knows Z isn’t as deep into the fuckboy bullshit as the others are. He believes they can both move on & honestly wants em to, especially Jesse. Overall he’s still hesitant though. A bit jealous too… why cant Ro find someone who gives him those genuine feelings?? Is he just.. that fucked up?
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Jesse
- He believes in true love & he knows how it made him feel when he was younger- so one of his best friends possibly finding that?? He’s happy. A bit sad, okay- very sad. But hes happy for them. He’s especially supportive of T or Z finding love. He sees them both as guys who especially need it. He’s definitely the most happy/open to hearing one of his best friends finding a crush. He’s got nice advice for dealing with it too
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Tae Young
- Feels ‘happy’ for them. He acts supportive & is encouraging but Tae doesn’t really believe in love much anymore. He’s shallow & manipulative & he genuinely thinks other ppl are similar. Maybe not as bad as him- but he doesn’t believe other people can truly love someone so wholeheartedly. So he’s waiting for the boys to come to their senses or for them to get heart broken.
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Aaron T
- Jealous. And protective, but mostly jealous. T hasnt ever gotten to feel something sweet & warm & fuzzy like that.. seeing the other guys be able to find a crush & possibly move on?? It really pushes into T’s belief that he cant ever be more then just.. some bully who fucks around with people’s emotions.
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Aaron Z
- he’s just happy for them. Downright. He’s going to definitely be the most defensive and protective- if he doesn’t like the crush or thinks they have bad vibes?? He’s gonna try to keep his friends away. He’s had a broken heart & doesn’t want any of them feeling like that. So he’s going to be their protective ride or die bro through this. All things considered? He’s excited for his friends
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