| kuroo tetsuro’s wife | she/her | done 23 rounds of the sun (I’m 23) | autistic yo | aspiring house cat | mutlifandom blog | INFJ-T | something something about a door swinging both ways |
A/N: ending kinda rushed... it's been a while since i wrote something.
Sylus isn't perfect.
Sylus isn't a superhuman.
However, I refuse to talk to someone who cannot keep his silly antics. This someone pledged to me and swore his devotion that he wouldn't bother me while I'm cleaning. Yet here he is, using his Evol to push the cup farther into the shelf, making it hard for me to reach it.
I'm in my luteal phase and I can feel my blood boiling. I shot him a glare, hoping it would bore a hole to him.
“Need some help?” he confidently leans on the doorframe as if he's done nothing wrong.
The audacity of this man.
I'm mad. Really, really mad.
I said nothing, then proceeded to fetch a stepstool to reach that freaking mug. It was covered in dust, so I washed it in the sink. The cold water touches my hands, calming down my nerves and forgetting my roiling emotions momentarily. However, they became agitated again once I sense Sylus' footsteps approaching. I flick my wet hand, spraying him some soapy water. Then I set the mug on the rack, letting it dry.
“You went overboard this time, Qin Che. So don't talk to me.” I said in a stern tone, not even sparing him a glance as I walked past him.
The color from Sylus' face drains upon realizing what he had done. He usually enjoys bantering with you, especially when he gives you courage. However, with that coldness, he instantly knew it's a different kind of anger. He crossed the line this time. He didn't hesitate to follow you to the lounge area, and immediately kneeled before you.
“Kitten–”
“Are you done making me a plaything?” You said while gazing at your nails, an act to avoid Sylus’ gaze.
“Sweetie, look at me.”
“Am I a clown to you?” Your voice trembled slightly. “Does making me look stupid fun and entertaining?”
“Sweetie…”
“You–” You bit your lips before you could say anything hurtful. You release a heavy sigh instead.
“I understand why you're angry,” Sylus' knuckles brush against your knees as if he's testing the waters, to see if he can initiate a physical contact. You gulp, hesitating whether you'd welcome him or not. Nevertheless, you didn't budge. Still, you're avoiding his gaze, afraid that he'd see right through you. The corner of your eyes are already stinging.
“You are not a clown, an entertainment, nor my plaything. I have overstepped it this time. I am really, really sorry.”
As soon as he finishes his sentence, you couldn't hold back any longer–you wrap your arms around him and your tears come flowing. Sylus was taken aback for a bit, then embraced you back.
“Ow,” Sylus groaned as you lightly smacked his broad back and pinched him.
“Payback…” You sniffled.
“Am I forgiven?”
“Yes, but I'm sleeping in the guest room.”
Sylus' heart sank again; he really overdid it this time and it will take a long time (depending on your mood) to regain your trust again…
❥ do the LaDs boys like these sugar cookies yes or no ━━━
Xavier ノyes-ish
━━━ with an appetite like that, he'll eat just about anything … but he's not too crazy about sugar cookies for a singlular reason
⇢ "these would be so much better if they didn't … feel like that."
⇢ you guffaw, looking over at him. "feel like what, xavi?"
⇢ "like … that," he flicks his hand dismissively at the cookie. "like taking a bite out of kinetic sand at the mall"
⇢ you pause. "and now i have to ask why you know what the kinetic sand at the mall tastes like"
⇢ " … i don't," he mutters rather unconvincingly, scratching the back of his head and avoiding eye contact, "i'm just trying to make a vivid comparison. i don't know how else to explain it"
⇢ he stares at it a moment longer with sleepy eyes. he takes another bite, nodding and humming
⇢ "this is one of the okay-est cookies. the texture is just really getting to me. it's like … sand … play-doh and sand …"
⇢ "xavier, you keep comparing it to stuff you're not supposed to be eating and it's making me feel very concerned—"
⇢ "starlight, i have been alive a very long time and there have been several-ish moments of curiosity and i have given in every single time"
━━━ consensus: taste good. feel bad. will he stop eating them? no
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Zayne ノyes and no
━━━ the sweets master himself likes to pretend like he has some deliberation and refined taste when it comes to what he'll consume but …
⇢ he scrutinizes the cookies as he rotates it between his fingers, his brows furrowed in intense concentration. his tongue darts out to catch any stray crumbs latched to his lips. "the cookie itself has an excellent, cloud-like consistency, the texture and flavors melting pleasantly without completely drying out my saliva or sticking to the roof of my mouth
⇢ "the frosting is an aesthetically pleasing pastel color and somehow is just as plush as the cookie itself. it brings forth a mental vision of a cute fairy — much like yourself, if i may take a brief moment to say
⇢ "the sprinkles are also perfect as there aren't too many and they aren't too crunchy to bite through; they stand out by adding a whimsical flair to the confection whilst also blending in and not taking away from the experience of biting into the cookie"
⇢ you blink, your cookie slightly giving in due to the heat of your fingertips while you were listening to zayne's in-depth review. "so, uh … did you like it?"
⇢ " … there seems to be some sort of after-taste? i'm not a fan of that. it's a tad off-putting. just a tad"
⇢ "mm," you hum noncommittally, not totally agreeing
━━━ he most likely wouldn't reach for these on his own if you weren't around, but he also keeps reaching for the ones that are in front of you. he likes them but he doesn't like them but he'll take another if you're offering but if he saw them in the store, he would probably pass and get something else
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Rafayel ノyes yes yes
⇢ "rafaaa — you've been cooped up in there for ages and i haven't seen you eat a lick of food all day! time for a midday treat, courtesy of your favorite Miss Bodyguard"
⇢ he just barely acknowledges you, his face mere centimeters away from his canvas as he uses the thinnest brush in the world to make the tiniest strokes on the portrait he was working away on. "i beg to differ," he replies, not looking away. "i would argue i'm eating right now. this might be the best not-you portrait i've ever done. i can't stop now, i'm in the groove — ok, cutie?"
⇢ "uh, not ok. i mean it looks amazing as usual, but you can't survive off of oil paint fumes and spite." you step forward, opening the container and stealing a cookie to shove in your mouth
⇢ "umm, that's what i've been doing, like, my whole life. hasn't killed me yet!"
⇢ "i'll kill you if you don't come down from that ladder and come eat some sugar cookies with me"
⇢ he lets out an exaggerated, long-winded groan, lolling his head back dramatically as if you'd asked him to make friends with yet another stray cat you found outside. his lithe limbs make their descent from his perch and he lands gracefully, wiping his hands on his shirt. he pauses, and looks down. paint stains. he shrugs and moves towards you
⇢ "sugar cookies, you say …?" he leans from side to side with his hands behind him, eyeing them suspiciously. "never had 'em. they're good?"
⇢ "they're the best. to me. others might fight me on that"
⇢ " … hmph. feed me."
⇢ "oh rafayel, now what —"
⇢ "i am, quite literally, a starving artist after all. i'm feeling … w-weak. i can barely move my arms! look —" he shrugs his right shoulder, his right arm remains limp and flails like a wet noodle. "i caaan't, miss bodyguard. pleeease, you have to help meee"
⇢ you stare at him. he is so much sometimes. nonetheless, you oblige like the excellent fishkeeper you are. he leans down, hands planted on his bent knees, eyes glimmering and focused on you with his mouth ajar. you break off a piece and slide it into his mouth
⇢ he cannot fathom the experience that is happening in his mouth right now. it's like an explosion of colors and textures that he didn't know could happen at the same time. he makes note that it kind of has a ... kinetic sand feel to it? even better. he loves sand.
⇢ he very politely pulls your fingers one by one off of the cookie and slides it out of your possession and into his. "i can absolutely taste every single granule of sugar in this, but i like it! it's like being able to see each intentional stroke of thick paint or seeing the pores in the surface of a statue! it has such a strong flavor profile but it's somehow sooo soft and fluffy ... and round. like you"
⇢ you give him a look and flick him on the forehead
⇢ "joking, cutie!" he says, laughing with a bright smile. "yeah ... i could definitely have another one of these. it probably tastes way better, too, since i hadn't eaten all day. thanks for looking out for me, as always, my wonderful miss bodyguard"
⇢ you return the smile, fixing your hand to take another
⇢ he shoves half his cookie into his mouth, the other half unceremoniously protruding from between his lips. he silently removes the case from your hands and walks away with it
━━━ safe to say he enjoys them a lot. you may have competition from now on. or at least you'll have to buy two cases and leave one at home for yourself
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Sylus ノnot impressed but sure ꒰ suggestive. i don't know what happened it just spoke to me ꒱
━━━ sylus isn't particularly picky and tends to have a bit of a bizarre taste in general but he's not quite sure about these
⇢ you tell him that all of a sudden you have a taste for some of those little sugar cookies you used to have as a kid. he has no idea what you're talking about. you have to explain what they look and taste like, and he looks … mildly intrigued
⇢ he's already ordered a couple of packs, on top of some other treats and drinks he knows you like. no point in just getting one thing, might as well spoil you while he's got the app open
⇢ the order arrives and you can't help but smile as you greedily dig through the paper bags to find the jackpot. the plastic container squeaks and crackles as you pull it out, and you hold it above your head triumphantly. "ta-daaa!"
⇢ "indeed," he hums delightfully, entertained by your genuine excitement over such a small thing ... although, perhaps he can relate, in a way
⇢ you make no hesitations to pop open the crate and bite into one. as soon as it hits your tongue, you involuntarily let out a low moan
⇢ he cocks an eyebrow, ignoring the heat threatening to pool in his abdomen at the pretty noise. also ignoring the pitiful jealousy that was beginning to simmer that a cookie of all things could pull such satisfaction from you, so easily, so openly
⇢ sylus quietly strides over, with an idea lurking in his brain, to where you sat cross-legged on the floor, happily chewing away. "may i try one, kitten?"
⇢ you look up at him. you really want to say no. but you don't. because he bought them and you're at his house and he's looking at you with those eyes
⇢ he kneels down on one knee, carefully considering which cookie looked the best. an almost inaudible scoff puffs from his nose; they're all exactly the same. suppose they would be, they weren't made in someone's granny's kitchen with love, he was certain of that much
⇢ he plucks one out with his fingertips as though he was handling something that would bite him first
⇢ he makes a show of looking you directly in the eye and extends his tongue out, lapping a single stripe up the frosting until a line of it sat neatly in the middle of it. a dark chuckle rumbles in his throat at the way your chewing slows and your pupils dilate in the dimness of his living room
⇢ his tongue curls in and he slowly pushes the edge of his cookie into his mouth. he turns his head, showing off his sharp jawline which he flexes as a low moan escapes him. his eyes flutter closed as he chews with a deliberate slowness, his free hand cupped underneath his chin to catch any fly-away crumbs
⇢ … his eyes shoot open. he frowns. this is not what he was expecting. it's not, like, bad. but it's not, like, orgasmically life-changing
⇢ "well?" you say, your eyes twinkling. "it's really good, right?"
⇢ " … satisfactory. this is certainly an edible foodstuffs"
⇢ you lightly punch his bent knee. "you were making all that fuss just now, i thought i had just put you on to the holiest of grails"
⇢ "not quite, kitten," he replies with a small laugh, ruffling your hair. "i was simply inspired by your … initial enthusiastic response. thought i'd play along with you. they're just fine."
━━━ he finishes them off with you. not in one sitting but over the next several days. he only grabs one when you do. they're quite unhealthy so he only restocks once every month, unprompted
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Caleb ノNo.
━━━ caleb doesn't remember that you both had these when you were little and that he absolutely hated them back then
⇢ you're at the grocery store with him picking up some things to restock for the house. the both of you "just so happened" to pass the snack aisle while shopping so why not pick a couple of things out? you've both worked oh so incredibly hard this week so …
⇢ "oh pipsqueak! what about these? they're soft-lookin' and cute, like you :)"
⇢ " … caleb," you say with a cocked eyebrow and arms folded, "you hated those when we were kids. like. detested them"
⇢ his eyebrows rise and his eyes widen, tilting his head like a befuddled puppy. "did i now? i don't recall ever havin' these
⇢ "well, i'm all grown up now," he continues, placing the plastic package into the cart, "things change — maybe my taste palette has refined since then and i can finally handle a little sugar cookie." he winks and pushes the cart away
⇢ you get home and crack open the casing, the sugary sweet aroma immediately filling up both your nostrils
⇢ "mmmm-mm!" he hums, rubbing his hands together. "smells pretty good to me. but why don't you go first, babe?"
⇢ you go first. it tastes great. duh. "your turn," you say with a mouthful of doughy goodness
⇢ "why, thank you," you replies with a small curtsey. you roll your eyes, taking another bite
⇢ you watch as he sinks his teeth in. his bright, sunshine-y smile sharply drops like a glass vase to a hardwood floor
⇢ " … hm." he frowns. he turns his back to you, snatching a sheet of paper towel to spit out onto. "okay. that's, uh … just as bad as i am now remembering it"
━━━ he definitely prefers home-baked goods, made by his own two hands, over store-bought, any day. to him, it's like he can just taste the factory that these were mass produced in. you laugh, saying well, i told you! but … the scowl nor the darkness behind his eyes don't quite leave his face as he weakly laughs back. haha. yeah. sure did. my bad. he hopes you don't like these more than the cookies he plans on baking tonight to win back your favor (he never lost it. it's just cookies)
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Valko ノabsolutely yes
━━━ he'll try anything you give him once; not only because he's hopelessly in love with you but because you've genuinely never given him anything he hated or even remotely disliked
⇢ you sit in his spacious lap, introducing him to the concept of a sugar cookie and how much you enjoyed them when you were just a little kid. "they're a little devicive though — people tend to either really really like 'em, or hate 'em and think they're the most disgusting type of cookie you could ever have"
⇢ "i'll be the judge of that," he declares with a confident smirk. "and i promise to be one-hundred percent honest. i won't glaze it just 'cuz you're givin' it to me"
⇢ "good. you'll be the ultimate tiebreaker for all of human- and wolfkind"
⇢ you both nod firmly, and you peel back the top of the case as if you were exposing him to a treasure chest full of gold (you were)
⇢ you look up when you notice he hasn't taken one. he's looking at you expectantly, mouth open.
⇢ "hmph," you scoff playfully, "puppy want a treat, huh?"
⇢ "sure do, boss," he asserts, wolf ears standing tall as his tail thumps against the floor excitedly. his hands squeeze around your waist in anticipation, waiting for your command
⇢ you tilt your head back ever so slightly and whisper, "kisses"
⇢ surprisingly, his tail goes even harder behind him as his lips crush against yours. you giggle, which provokes him into splattering a million and one kisses all over your face, his hands pressing against your back to keep you steady amongst the onslaught of affection
⇢ you're finally able to catch your breath and say, "ok, ok -- good boy, good boy"
⇢ "now that's what i love to hear!"
⇢ you're a bit light-headed and suddenly aware that he has pulled you much closer to his torso, your legs wrapping around him now, in the midst of the chaos. you break off a piece of the cookie and offer the treat to his open mouth, watching him chew curiously
⇢ ... these were not a part of his childhood, but somehow … somehow, he can just taste the nostalgia invading his tastebuds and the roof of his mouth
⇢ he imagines taking a bunch of these back home and sharing these with his younger pack mates, them scrambling over one another and grabbing at the little treats with their little hands, their claws covered in frosting and sprinkles clinging to their fat cheeks. he would share them with his auntie, his grandma, his cousin and watch their faces light up at him, praising him for bringing back such an amazing bounty
⇢ he imagines telling them that he owes it all to the love of his life who told him where the best place is to get stuff like this. they can't help but to exchange approving glances and tell him that they're so glad you're his soulmate
⇢ he also imagines that these would taste really really good dunked in some chocolate milk
━━━ he loves them! moving up very high on his list of favorite sweet treats (you are at the top). it's like looking into a tiny sliver of your life that he never got to see and ... well, he won't admit it out loud or anything but a warm feeling blooms in his chest knowing that he can just do something as simple as eating something you've recommended and it's like consuming a piece of your history. a glimpse into the past. and now a foundation for the future he wants very badly to build with you
caleb found out your nail tech is a guy and he insists on going with you just to “check it out.” but the tech is pretty cool and ends up convincing him to get a matching set with you and then it becomes a bi-weekly date for the two of you.
rafayel treats your nails as his canvas, giving you the most breath taking sets. everyone that sees them begs to know where you got them done and they’re SO jealous when you say your boyfriend did them. downside is you’re trapped for 3-4 business hours every time he does them cause he’s such a perfectionist.
sylus pays an in home spa team to come to the base at your whim so you can get a mani-pedi and a good massage whenever you want. he had too much pride to admit he wanted to join you until you made it sound like it was your idea and he’s appeasing you by joining (he loves it).
valko loves when you get your nails done because it means better scritches for him. he sends you waaay more than you have budgeted for nails each week without you ever asking, so you always bring home a little treat from the chocolatier.
xavier who notices your nails when you break one on a mission. he says it’s his fault and sends you funds to get them fixed. after that he’s always making excuses. he recommended you get the little star details, of course he should pay for them.
zayne says they’re just nails, even though you’re clearly fishing for compliments. once you’re pouting he admits he was mistaken, they look very cute and having good nail health is important. he won’t skip out on an opportunity to tease you. besides, you used his card to pay for them anyway.
summary: you don't want to get out of bed, and Rafayel respects that entirely, keeping you company and in high spirits.
tags: wanting to stay in bed, established relationship, domestic fluff, hurt/comfort, caretaker Rafayel, emotional comfort, cuddling, hair stroking, pet names, acts of service, soft Rafayel
wc: 0.5k
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Rafayel is kind with his actions, when you look closely.
“Is my little fishie still in bed?”
Rafayel comes into your bedroom, undoing his tie. A fancy lunch with potential exhibit investors was to blame, and he was glad to be back home.
He smiles affectionately as his eyes come to rest across your figure still in bed, crackers that have been munched on and water sipped from. All brought to your side before he left.
“Mmm hmm,” you reply, not even bothering to move but you raise your head slightly. You watch him take off his shirt and swap his pants for something more comfortable.
“Good, I didn’t miss the party going on in here," he says softly.
From anyone else that would sound sarcastic, but as he gently comes into bed next to you and hugs you from behind, you know he is being genuine.
“Did I miss anything?” Rafayel asks you, joining you to gaze out of the bedroom window together.
“Only a pigeon that flew by.”
“Only a pigeon?” He asks. “That poor pigeon. Just living life and you don’t appreciate it.”
He smiles against your shoulder as you tangle your legs with his.
“And there was a flying insect. I think it was lost because it wanted to come inside.”
“See... it just knew you were in here, and it wanted to be cosy too.”
You nod.
“Would you look after me if I was that bug? Or would you squish me?” He asks seriously.
You laugh and he glows at the sound. “Of course I would.”
“Hey! I knew you would squish me!”
“No! I meant of course I would look after you, silly. I’d make sure to feed you what you can eat. And I wouldn’t put you in a container, I’d let you fly around wherever you please.”
“Then what if a pigeon eats me…”
“Enough of that silly," you twist to poke his cheek playfully. "I will look after you, don't worry." He nuzzles closer into your hand.
"How was your lunch?” you ask.
“So boringgg…”
Rafayel is kind with his words, when you look closely.
This is how he comforts you on a day when you don’t want to go anywhere or get out of bed. He doesn’t think it’s shameful. Everyone feels like that at some point in their life, and if anyone is to understand it, it would be him.
Rafayel will stay with you, keep you fed and hydrated, warm and cosy even when your thoughts are racing. He will ask you silly questions to distract you. He’d suggest you both go for a walk on the beach at sunset, even offering to carry you the whole way. Whatever you feel like, he’d respect.
As the peaceful day comes to an end, you look up at him. “Raf… thank you for looking after me.” Rafayel is half engrossed in reading a fashion magazine but he's still very present.
He looks down at you resting in his lap and stokes your hair gently with a tilt of his head.
“No problem cutie, that’s my job. And for you, my services are free of charge. Remember, because you’re my VIP.”
he's writhing under your touch. his ears, those reactive, fluffy ears of his, twitch as your hands continue to tease. Your fingers start at the base, gently, finding that one spots that just makes him melt.
you didn't realize what you were doing at first- your hands just wanting to fidget with something as you focused on the show playing, your hands moved with a mind of its own. you were just on the couch, watching other mindless show when he plopped himself down like he owns the space.
it wasn't like valko didn't enjoy the touch- he's always touching you somehow. but right now his glasses are somewhere on the floor, the book in his hands dropped in his lap, his cheek pressing against your thigh. you're still locked onto the action on tv, when you hear a breathless groan under you
"f-fuck.."
he lets out, his voice strained and face flushed. it's borderline pornographic- the little gasps he lets out. valko has had his head in your lap. the noise brings you back to reality, and you see the mess of a man in your lap.
"oh shit- sorry val, I didn't-", your hand moves on instinct, and his eyes fly open. he moves faster than your eyes can process, and suddenly your on your back, with a very flushed, very needy valko hovering above you.
his eyes are wide, pupils dilated so much that you can barely see his iris. his breath is labored, and he looks like he wants to bite you. spoiler : he does.
"valko-"
"did i tell you to stop?", he breaths out, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his head. when you don't immediately move he looks at you and grrr.
"did you just snarl at me?"
he doesn't even bother being embarrassed, and pouts at you instead. a small giggle comes out, and you scratch the base of his ears again. valko melts, his head finding and nuzzling against your chest.
"good boy", you murmur, and valko holds you tighter. the movie you have on is forgotten. anytime you stop, or pretend to leave, valko looks up at you with those big, glassy puppy eyes.
so you just let yourself be held, and hold onto the werewolf whose just as obsessed with you as you are with him.
valko cured by 4 month author block holy shit i need him so bad
..... and i know valko's favorite place to be is laying on your tummy. when you're in bed either on the verge of sleep or scrolling away on your phone, he will literally slot himself between your legs. you could be wearing a blanket or cuddling the little wolf plushie he won you-- it's gone in an instant. he'll wrap his humongous arms around your waist caging you in before he goes in to nuzzle your tummy for like 5 minutes straight. rubbing his cheeks, his nose, his hair, peppering kisses all over-- the first couple of seconds are spent trying to move your shirt out of the way while the other 4 minutes and 50 seconds are skin to skin contact.
he loves the way you yelp in surprise every single time (even though you know it's coming whenever he see's you like this). the fit of giggles that fall from your lips and the way you try to push his head away even though you love it so much. when he's ready to settle, he'll give you a sequence of three kisses all above your belly button to say "i. love. you." before his cheek takes permanent residence. your fingers always give his ears a little tug for messing with you before you find yourself rubbing them between your fingers.
you try and keep from giggling as you hear him snoring away without a care in the world. a few times you've even found him drooling onto your shirt. but you take it all because there's no place you'd rather be than in your little wolfie's arms.
Every time you go in a public place and something ISN’T disgusting it’s because somebody cleaned it. Every time you feel comfortable using a public bathroom or sitting at a restaurant table or setting something on a gas station counter or playing on a playground it’s because somebody cleaned it.
Thank you to everyone who cleans the world, especially those who are underpaid and under appreciated.
summary: in which you jokingly accuse the lads boys of cheating (and they hate it).
ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, caleb & valko
notes: veryyy mild hurt/comfort, xavier is #nothavingit, zayne is lovely, rafayel is evil, sylus is lovely too, caleb is secure for once, valko is the loveliest. fem (!!!) reader, allusions to cheating (obvi), a little toxic but it’s resolved quickly, that’s it (i think).
p.s. this one is kinda ass forgive meeeeee (ty ly)
a/n: mind blank…i want valko…ty for reading (- -)(_ _)
I can't really remember how my mc looked like but I don't want to download this game again until they bring valko back (cuz he's the only reason I want to return to lads)
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