Pairing: Caleb x MC!reader
Synopsis: You try the "Can you serve?" trend on Caleb
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TW: none. just brainrot yo. FLUFFFF
wc: 566 words (bonus not included)
Inspo: that one trend. idk search it up.
Thanks to @sisterlucifergraphics for the dividers
One thing that's always been wrong with you is the fact that you are way too brain rotted and its far beyond saving.
When you both were kids, it just made Caleb's eye twitch but he would try to force a smile at your nonsensical jokes to which he never got the references.
And when the time came when Grandma Josephine gave you your own phone, that's when all chaos broke loose. You would spam Caleb with an ungodly amount of videos and memes.
And Caleb being the good gege he is, he always tried to watch every single one of them and give his comment or atleast react to them.
Now as adults, even after being apart for 6-8 months (during that whole fake death fiasco), that habit of yours has not changed.
Infact it has increased significantly. And it's infectious. Even your offline friends seemed to understand the references. But him....he just never got around to it.
It never bothered you personally when he couldn't laugh at your jokes because it's not like every single one of them HAVE to land. But it bothered HIM. Not being able to join you in your fits of laughter.
And even communication became harder at times because you just had to use at least one internet slang every 5 sentences. So on the days he had small breaks he would take out his phone and his notebook and pen to learn them.
He still didn't have the time to go through those short videos but he sure could find the urban dictionary and learn the new words.
The dedicated book was already filled to the brim with not only the words but also their definitions, how they are used in a sentence and when they were coined.
His hard work finally paid off. After a particularly hard mission, you threw your self onto the couch as you groaned and when Caleb sat down to listen to you yap (yes he knows what it means now).
"But you know what? I beat their wanderer asses so good."
"That's amazing, pipsqueak. Another day, another slay. Am I right?"
A beat of silence passed through the both of you and then you snorted. Not because it was funny, but the awkward way in which your puppy of a boyfriend said it.
Caleb grinned.
Your wrapped yourself on Caleb's arm like a koala in a party that was held by the Farspace Fleet. After hours of chatting with officials and drinking champagne, the both of you finally decided to ditch the party for a more quieter place.
Caleb takes you to a nearby park, still in his uniform and you in a dress, you decided to pull him for a walk. The cool wind blows over the both of you as you walk hand in hand, swinging your arms.
Suddenly you grin and take out your phone as you point it to Caleb and hit record.
"Hey Colonel, can you serve?"
With a drunk smirk, he extends his hand to a 💅, his other hand resting on his hip that he cocks out.
You hold in your laughter, and raise your voice to mimic a high official in the military, "SERVE YOUR COUNTRY, COLONEL"
To which he responds with eyes widened in alarm and moves to attention with a serious expression, hitting a salute. You finally bust out cackling, bending to hold your stomach in the process.
Bonus: The next day, Caleb wakes up hung over with a throbbing headache.
He checks his phone to see a notification from you. Its a sticker of him in both the poses.
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A/N: My contribution for Juneleb folks. But I must say, idk why I even wrote this 🥲. Just a silly idea i had.
To me personally i think Caleb is a offline person. Good with tech but not a internet guy, because dude had enough on his plate lol. But he'll do anything for MC. Even become a meme.
I would appreciate your support by reblogging, liking or even commenting.
notes: absolutely needed to write this when i had the thought. this is just straight fluff!
sylus has a penchant for photography. he finds himself automatically pulling his phone out, camera pointed at the sight in front of him. usually it’s you or the twins, sometimes himself or mephisto.
they’re not always in focus but it still holds a charm only he can give. a blurry image of you curled on the couch, book in hand and mephisto on your shoulder. that one out of focus selfie he took of you both, your dazzling smile still shining through the pixels.
it doesn’t really matter what it is, if it brings him joy (mostly you) then he works quickly to capture it. little things that you wouldn’t give a thought about.
you, luke, and kieran hunched over a table strategizing how to go about a mission. mephisto snuggled against his little stash of (stolen) treasure. the doodled fourteen notes you left him one day you had to leave the base early for work.
he has come to take pictures of himself. never alone but always with one of you in it. your favorite is a closeup selfie with mephisto’s beady little eyes staring the camera down.
he printed every single one of them out. placed neatly in a box (or two), on the back of every picture was his best handwriting, leaving the date, who was in it, and descriptions.
on more than one occasion when you were away he’d find himself pulling the sleek box out, rifling through the physical memories you shared.
eventually it upgraded to filming. a vintage camera he carried around secretly, red light blinking at you as he filmed everything he could.
your joyous laughter as you unwrapped your surprise birthday gifts. bickering between kieran and luke over who ate the last couple of cookies (it was sylus). the both of you working on mephisto, sylus performing maintenance upgrades while you cooed at the bird.
many videos of him were made by you. soft voices while you both relaxed together. his head tilted against the back of the couch, snores escaping his lips as a movie continued on in the back.
the furrow in his brow as he worked on his bike, gentle voice asking for your help. the sleepy lilt in his tone as he read your nighttime book out loud, thick hands massaging your calves.
he exports the film, burning them onto discs and placing them in pristine labeled cases. you watch them from time to time, always noticing some new clip you never knew he took.
on your anniversary he gave you a damn near movie, the entirety of your relationship compiled together in sweet, heart touching moments. he had blushed when he handed it to you, an underlying current of fear in his eyes.
sylus is a hoarder at heart, his soul yearns for his other half to be by his side always. much like he collects gems and weapons, he soothes his soul with physical forever memories of his family.
Pairing: Sylus x MC!gn!reader
Synopsis: You have been advised not to take sugar for a while. But you can't help but treat yourself to a ring pop.
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TW: 15+, a bit of suggestive fluff. nothing too serious. They are just making out lol. Some crack :p, FLUFF
wc: 1.8k words (bonus not included)
Song inspo: Pink Bubblegum
Walking through the streets of Linkon, as the sun hides behind fluffy clouds and the wind mercilessly blows into your face, your mind and body have been craving one thing and one thing only ever since the mission had ended....
Something sweet. So sweet that it would give you cavities. You didn't care about your sugar restrictions, even if your doctor reprimanded you later on. YOU NEEDED THAT SUGAR NOW!
You spot a nearby convenience store, and immediately you shift from a slow walk to a "MOVE OUT OF MY WAY! I'M EXCITED" pep walk. It's not noticeable to the common eye, but hey, it's what you feel in that moment. Though a certain red-eyed fiend had deciphered it immediately as he stared at the footage, the screen in front of him transmitted every pixel thoroughly from his trusted crow.
Right before you trigger the motion sensors of the sliding doors, Mephisto, perched on a nearby tree, cawed to grab your attention. Your head swings upwards at the familiar calling, and your gaze zones in on the mechanical crow. You sigh and unlock your phone immediately as you walk into the store. You feel the air conditioning of the store enveloping your entire being, and your phone rings.
Sylus.... The leader of Onychinus is calling you at a very crucial moment.
Your eye twitches as you accept his video call. Cutting him off before he can spout any cryptic messages, you begin, "You have 10 seconds to explain to me why you are calling me in the middle of the day, on a weekday no less and mind you, in broad daylight.... Wait! Are you in my apartment?" Your eyes widen in realisation.
His rich laugh flows through your phone's speaker as you immediately reduce the volume in a panic as people look over at you, and you grimace in apology, walking towards a more secluded aisle.
"What are you doing here?", you whisper-yell at him, bringing your phone closer to your face, glaring at him. Yet it doesn't even phase him as he continues to smirk.
"I'm not in the convenience store right now with you, sweetie."
"You know what I mean, Skye", you grit your teeth.
"Be careful. We don't want to weaken your gums further."
Oh, how you want to wipe that smug smile off his face... Maybe you should punch him? Or just kiss him silly.
"What are you doing here in LINKON? And of all places, my apartment."
"I just wanted to surprise you. Since you got back early from work. But it seems you are already treating yourself. Didn't the doctor advise you to stay away from sugar for at least 3 months? Especially packed items?", his tone carries a teasing lilt along with a bit of concern.
"A little bit won't hurt, boss-man. If it helps you stay off my case, then I'll just buy something small for me. Like a lollipop. Deal?"
"Buy a small one and come back soon. I'll be waiting.", a warm smile grazes his lips, crimson eyes swirling with what you can only say is love.
"Almost there.", you return his smile with the very same level of emotion, and you end the call, making your way to the snack aisle. You ignore the mouth-watering sensation in your tongue as you make your way to the lollis. Browsing through all the different options, you can't make up your mind on the flavour you want. But when your eyes land on a particular brand, you can't help but want to buy 4 of them.
Satisfied with your purchase, along with the essentials that needed restocking, you exited the store, swinging the plastic bag happily. Mephisto takes flight and perches himself on top of your shoulder.
"Don't worry, buddy. I got you something too.", you scratch the top of his metal beak and fetch out a small plush toy for his nest, showing it to him. He caws in what seems to be a thank you.
Making your way back to your apartment (forget abt your villa LADS players, ya'll still live in an apartment), rummaging through your handbag for your keys, before you can open the door, it swings open as Sylus opens his arms for you to fall into his embrace.
You don't accept his invitation and rather push him lightly by the chest as he moves out of the way, letting you in.
"Is that how you treat your guests, kitten?", his lips curl into a Cheshire grin.
"Not people who break into my house.", you counter back, crashing into your couch, scattered with plushies and pillows to simulate the feeling of resting on clouds. Groaning as you stretch to relieve your stiff muscles, you open the cover and take out two packets.
They are....ring pops?
He walks up to you, towering over your resting form, arms crossed with the red-eyed crow perched on his broad shoulder. Brows furrowed, and tilting his head, he questions you, "Didn't you say you would buy only a small one for yourself? These are really big, sweetie, and you bought four packs." He raises his right hand, pressing his thumb to the inside of his palm, letting the rest of his fingers stretch out to put an emphasis on the number.
"Those two are for the twins. And these two...", you rip them both open in a swift movement, grinning as you take the blue raspberry out and wear it on your ring finger.
"Are for us..", you continue.
You release the red one from its prison and hand it to him in a mock proposal. "Will you be oh so benevolent so as to accept my humble gift, my lord?"
His stance relaxes, letting out a brief sigh through his nose. Shaking his head, silver locks reflecting the setting sun's rays that filter through your small apartment window.
"You do know I don't like sweet things don't you? And yet you buy me a cherry pop."
"I know. And I also know you like sour things. That's why I picked the SOUR cherry.", your tone raises to stress on the "sour" part and you (attempt to) wiggle your eyebrows to tease him further.
He plucks the red ring pop, which doesn't hold a candle to his crimson eyes - you note. He slides it onto his pinky finger as his tongue pokes out, giving the faux ruby kitten licks.
Your breath catches for a moment, blood rushing to your cheeks as the 6'2 man settles himself beside you without breaking eye contact. Distracting yourself, you start sucking on your sapphire like candy furiously enough to stain your tongue and lips blue quickly.
"That's too much sugar, kitten. Won't you get in trouble?"
You poke your tongue out, stained a shade of indigo. "What are you going to do? Take it away from me? Well, guess what? It's already mine.", you blurt out quickly. Your tone oscillates between defensiveness and embarrassment.
"Hmmm...Maybe I will."
He places both his hands on the couch beside your head, knees on each side of your torso, caging you as he leans into your personal space. His warm breath fanning your face, the tips of your noses brush - a featherlight touch, sending shivers down your spine.
He gives a final big slurp on the pop laying on his pinky and then uses the tip of his ring finger to smudge the colour further onto his lips.
"Maybe we both should share. Shouldn't be so greedy, especially to a guest. What do you say, kitten?", he smirks but doesn't lean in further. Waiting for your approval. He would never do anything that would make you uncomfortable. It is a fact that doesn't need to be verbalised. Because he always makes sure.
"I thought you didn't like sweet things, Mr.Boss-man.", you reply, your voice barely a whisper.
"Tastes change, sweetie. I like anything as long as it's you.", his voice drops along with the colour in his crimson eyes. Blown out pupils hiding behind silver lashes like curtains.
The palms of your hands move up to cup his cheeks and you give a slight nod in consent. He pries one of your hands away and turns his head to press the plush of his lips to your palm in a reverent kiss. His gaze still on you with what can only be described as devotion.
Both of you lean into eachother, more eager than ever. His hands move to wrap around your waist as you both abandoning your pops and finally give into whatever was floating in the air for so long. It's hard to put a finger on the feeling. Is it desire, lust, or just a moment of weakness?
You feel the air get knocked out of you, not in a bad way like when you fight off wanderers. No. This felt good. Like all your worries could be thrown out for a moment, and you could just fall because, at the end of the day, this man would always catch you. His lips feel a bit dry. It's not perfect. There seems to be a cut that healed wrong that the normal eye can't discern. But you can feel it. You press yourself further into him, and he grunts at the pressure but welcomes it. His hands roam further, one on your waist and the other wrapping itself lightly on your neck. It doesn't choke you, but rather he presses it at the back to support you.
You moan in response, your jaw opening further, giving him access. He plunges his tongue in, brushing against yours. You hold onto his biceps quickly to ground yourself and then move to tug at his silver locks. Now it's your turn to assault him with your tongue. Both the flavours start mixing. It's sweet at first, but the sourness of the cherry begins seeping in. Almost neutralising the overly chemical sweetness of your raspberry. It's messy, but it's perfect. There is a balance that both of you can't get enough of.
But alas, both of you need air. Even if there were gasps of air in between, it isn't enough to satisfy your lungs. Reluctantly, you break away from the kiss. Your pants fill the air. Both your lips glisten purple. Feeling lightheaded, you blush as you process what the two of you had acted upon.
It wasn't a moment of weakness. The moment you look at him, you just know it's a bag of mixed feelings, just like the flavours you both conjured up in that moment.
His chuckle floats through the air, rattling your brain within. The deep baritone, echoing in your ears, resonating in your soul. Licking his lips, now all purple, he comments, "Maybe sugar is not so bad for both of us when it's coming from you."
Yeah..... you're done for. Whatever is going on between the two of you might just be a new flavour of love.
Bonus: The moment the two of you started flirting, Mephisto swiped the cover that held his new toys and the twins' ring pops and flew out the window. He flew continuously with no rest to be as far away from seeing or hearing his parents having a fun time. He successfully dropped off the twins' twisted ring pops (that they enjoyed thoroughly) and then the mechanical birdie slept soundly with the tiny plush you bought for him.
a/n: Heyyy guys...ISTG I'M NOT DEAD. I WAS 🤏 CLOSE THO. I can't be eating sugar or packed items for a while so I'm just writing this to make me feel better TvT
I legit have a lot to write, but I have my finals soon, and I'm graduating soon, so I will be going into hiatus again probably. I'll try my best to start writing more content and small headcanons at the very least.
I am medically disabled, so writing does hurt, though I'm willing to try :)). I hope all of you are doing well and HAPPY NEW YEAR. WOHOOO
ALSO THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING A KISS SCENE. THE WAY I STRUGGLED WAS DIABOLICAL LOL. Pls give me a follow and let me know if you wanna be tagged in my tag list
I would appreciate your support by reblogging, liking or even commenting. Let me know if you like this style of writing too.
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ALSO HUGE THANK YOU TO: @vibs-4951 and @xavibunbuni for helping me plot this out. The former for helping me remember the plot I forgot, and the latter for giving me tips to write THE scene. ahem ahem
(TW:this can seem wrong and unorthodox and wrong to some people , if they do please scroll it, its purely fictional and for writing purposes only , i am not promoting any thing here)
Ya'll my friend here @kdj-4951 is super duper talented. Even if you don't like poems trust me and give her poems a read. So proud of her for coming out of her shell and posting on here. And pls support her!
Who do you think would pick up on your nerdy interests the quickest/the most? (ex if you said you loved FNAF, he would spend the whole weekend researched FNAF lore so he could yap about it with you)
I have written a whole ass imagine on this. But like as much as I think Caleb would do this shit I feel like Sylus is the nerd of the group. Like guys he’s into vehicles, collecting stuff and weapon making. I know for a fact this man would be easily able to get into another interest especially for you.
Synopsis: You teach Sylus to do the latest dances along with the rest of the crow family...
NOT PROOF READ
TW: None. PURE FLUFF (AND CRACK??)
wc: 1.8k (plus a bonus not included)
It's around 12am in the morning but the Onychinus base seems to be still busy. Your internal clock is screaming at you to go to bed but this is the only time you can spend time with Sylus. Both of you have been deep in the trenches of work both on the field and in your respective offices that you made a plan to meet if one of you gets free time. Surprise Surprise! Jenna informed that the UNICORNS team would have some time off for the next 3 days for rejuvenation. Usually, Jenna would never accept such 'breaks' but she was the one who requested it in the first place when everyone fell asleep due to the rising cases of wanderers. The group chat is still exploding with "ALL HAIL JENNA" and "SLAY LEADER".
You giggle every time the notifications pop up as you doom scroll on your phone laying on Sylus' office couch while he sits at his desk typing furiously. He raises his eyebrows everytime at your giggles but doesn't question it too much.
After a particularly loud and long yawn that leaves your lips, you sit up and face Sylus.
"Will you be able to wrap up everything by the time I turn into bones?", you tease Sylus with a slight grin.
In response he grunts and continuous working furiously. You thought he would tease you back but to no avail. Work can even stress out mighty dragons, you guess. You shrug to yourself and take your phone to open one of your go to social media apps. Your fyp starts feeding you your favorite music artists, edits and then it jumps to dances from the same songs.
A sudden imaginary bulb flickers to life above your head as you snap your fingers and get up to move towards Sylus. Forcing his spinning chair to turn towards you, shocking him in the process.
He tilts his head slightly as he removes his prescription glasses. "What's wrong, sweetie?"
"We both need a break. Either sleep or some exercise to boost some motivation."
He stands up and stretches as his entire 6'2 figure overshadows you."Should we go to the gym downstairs then? Brush up your boxing skills, kitten?"
"Yes and no."
"What do you mean?", he asks with a quirk of his eyebrow seemingly speculative and curious.
"We go to the gym but we are gonna do my activity."
"Oh? And what would that be, sweetie?"
"I'm not telling you. You'll just have to wait and see."
"No..."
Sylus has him arms folded and a slight twitch in his eye. Both of you stand in a studio room that he personally customized for you in his base when he learnt that you were kind of a prodigy when it came to dance. The full length mirrors seem to accentuate his features even more but you shake those thoughts away from your head.
"Look it will be fun! You like music and dancing is just moving to the rhythm. It's like fighting but with music and you have fun.", you say as you try to emphasize your points with hand gestures.
He continues to have a sour face and doesn't even try to take his position.
"Let's make a deal. I'll allow you to pick any music from my playlist and we can do silly choreos."
No response. Okay...he runs a tough bargain.
"I'll make Luke, Kieran and Mephi to dance with us."
In the other room you hear Luke and Kieran sneeze meanwhile Mephisto flies to sit on Sylus's shoulder as he caws angrily. But still no response from HIM.
"Oh shut up Meph. And what do you want Sylus?", you say mirroring his pose by folding your arms.
"How about everything you mentioned and a full day date with you, kitten?", he lifts his chin with a cheeky grin.
"That's what you were vying for?"
"No harm in asking for more. Besides I would have tried to do this 'rhythm fighting' even without all this bargaining." You just scoff at his response as you move to call Luke and Kieran.
"Are you sure you want to pick that song, boss-man?", Luke asks with what sounds like concern.
"Yeah boss, it's just not like you and the dance can be....", Kieran struggles to explain as Mephisto caws in horror.
"I can like what I want and do you think I cannot do a dance as simple as this?", Sylus questions them with a bit of a bruised ego as you move to look at your playliste screen.
....
It's the Katseye x GAP ad....
You learned the dance way before when the trend was shooting higher than a shooting star but you are concerned about Sylus' choice. Not because of his music taste but because of the pace and the commercial choreography. You make a face but hide it as soon as it came and then clap your hands to get their attention and try to keep your studio negative free. (I'm very uncomfortable with the energy we created in the studio today.)
"Okay boys! Listen up. Take your positions, we can attempt the song. But you must remember that this is FOR FUN. No competition. You gotta feel the music and just go with the flow.", you try to imitate a hippie surfer dude which makes the twins laugh but Sylus just smiles fondly and rolls his eyes.
It would be an understatement to say that you didn't think it was a good idea for Sylus to begin with this song. As out of tune he is during karoke or even humming, his sense of beat is too off for dance. But you believed practice makes one perfect and Sylus was nothing but persistent and resilient.
They take the positions you set for them and Sylus stands out way more than everyone and you wonder if that would be a case even in a flash mob. (The answer is yes he would)
You play the song and go for the first 8 counts. You count slowly, remembering how you used to learn from your teacher and friends, snapping your fingers to the beat. In the beginning all of them do very well. Even Mephisto for some reason. Luke and Kieran get it in their first try. As for Sylus....he struggles...BUT with your encouragement he learns to do it slowly and let his long limbs understand the movements. After you think you have perfected it enough, you show them how to do it with the music which seems to be faster than your practice counts.
The boys attempt it and the twins-crow trio does it effortlessly leaving their bossman to bite the dust. Almost too perfectly....which makes you want to question them if they were professional dancers but you bite back your tongue as you see Sylus struggling to be on beat and tripping a few times.
He suddenly stops and looks down to growl. You walk towards him and pat his back. And then you turn to the talented trio.
"You guys already practiced this choreo when you came out didn't you?"
Sylus' head shoots up and he looks like a kicked puppy.
"Ding Ding Ding! You are right Ms.Hunter.",the twins giggle and Mephisto half mockingly and sympathetically caws at Sylus.
"Well then I think you students should leave. It's getting late."
All of them run back to their rooms and Sylus moves towards the door with hunched shoulders.
"And where are you going student?"
He looks back with a exasperated look. "What do you mean?"
"I mean you have a lot more to learn. Close the door and get back into position."
He closes the door with his foot as he laughs and walks behind you to wrap his arms around your waist and rest his head on your shoulder. Inhaling your scent he asks, "Got something special in mind for me, kitten?"
You flick his forehead and respond, "Get you mind out of the gutter, boss man."
"Oh come on Ms. Hunter I was just asking.", he grins but lets you go with a kiss. "So what is the plan."
"The plan....", your drawl as you plug your phone to the aux and set up some jazz music. "...is to make you relax like I originally intended."
You move towards him and grab his hands.
"I know you picked the song because I have been obsessed with for a good while.", you giggle and you see a slight blush dusting his cheeks as he looks behind you, avoiding eye contact.
"Now...you are just gonna have fun.", you take his face in your hands and continue. "It's okay if we are off beat or if the steps don't make sense just let your body flow."
The song starts picking up beats as you walk backwards, snapping your fingers and doing silly moves. "This is too embarrassing. Especially for me, sweetie."
"Oh come on! You didn't have trouble making my colleagues' ears bleed with your impromptu concert.", you grin teasingly as he sighs with a slight smirk and tries to imitate your moves albeit hesitantly.
"That's it! keep moving to the beat. BE FREE!", you laugh and move towards the light switch to give the room a disco setting. Suddenly there are bursts of colours everywhere, the music starts becoming faster and louder, both of your laughters picking up by 10 decibels each time one of you does a cringe or funny move. (Resulting in you falling to the floor a wheezing)
Sylus grins, his cheeks flushed from the exertion and in a moment of courage he spins you around ballroom style, both of you attempting the worst waltz in the history books but it does not stop you from enjoying yourselves.
He tries to attempt one of the previous moves you taught him from all the adrenaline and dopamine. The key word is ATTEMPT. He trips not so gracefully and falls but catches himself and hits a suave pose like he's in a calvin klein commercial. Which makes you burst out laughing. You run to get your phone to take a photo of him. When you do come back and open the camera you see the mischievous look on his face through the lens.
Suddenly you feel red tendrils wrapping themselves around your limbs and waist, pulling you and making you trip in the process but you get cushioned by the very same red matter. You pout and look back at him. "Hey that was uncalled for!"
"If I go down, you go down with me. Right, sweetie?"
You huff in response. Looking back into your phone screen and see the perfect opportunity to click a photo of you both, on the ground, with messy hair, sweat dripping down your necks from your now wet hairs. Sylus' shirt clings to him and both of your cheeks are flushed from all the blood pumping activities.
Click
"Did the picture come out well kitten?", he asks bringing his lips closer to yours.
"Well enough, dork.", you say as you push him by the forehead with your index finger.
"Was you endgame to tire me out and get me to sleep?", he asks with a raised eyebrow.
You shrug and just smile as you pat on his back signalling him to get up. He groans and both of move to your bedroom to catch some well earned sleep.
Bonus: He does learn some kind of dance properly and surprises you for some special occasion like birthday or anniversary. He is in perfect sync and hits all the beats perfectly. I can see Sylus lowkey building a passion for any kind of dance form you are interested in. Now both of you incorporate dance into your workout schedules doing it atleast twice a week.
a/n: THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR READING! THIS WAS MY FIRST FULL LENGTH FIC. WOHOOO. I would appreciate your support by reblogging, liking or even commenting. Let me know if you like this style of writing too.
Ok so I def predicted smthg with this story…kinda. Still tho manifestation. Tho in the new banner our man looks hot and seems to be a great dancer I’m telling u guys it took a shit ton of practice. I didn’t do anything for Halloween but I have a feeling I might write for this new idol banner
hiii , i am vivi , i basically write poems as a form of self expression and ART , I have been writing for some years ,and wanted to post here for a while
