Cotton-Tails & Comfort: Wolf!Valko x Rabbit!Reader
Synopsis: Valko shows you exactly why you chose the big dumb dog to be your mate.
Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, Hybrid AU, Fluff.
The sleek, black town car rolls to a stop in the driveway of the penthouse, its tinted windows reflecting the city lights. Valko steps out, loosening the tie around his neck with one hand while the other tugs at the stiff collar of his dress shirt. His burgundy wolf ears twitch under the dim glow of the outside light, picking up the faintest rustle of fabric inside.
He pushes the door open quietly. The furniture is basked in the low light from the nearby kitchen. Yet it’s too quiet. The scent of chamomile and honey, your scent, lingers in the air. But you smell…scared. His tail stiffens, muscles tensing as his golden eyes scan the empty living room. The plush nesting blankets you’ve been obsessively rearranging for weeks are rumpled but vacant. The half-finished cup of raspberry leaf tea sits cold on the coffee table.
His claws unsheathe just slightly, retracting again as he forces himself to exhale. "Bunny?" he calls out. There’s no answer.
The bedroom is silent when he walks in. The bed is completely made from where it was when he left his morning. You’d handed him his coffee, kissed his nose and shooed him off to work. The hairs on the back of his neck rise, but then he hears a noise. His eyes dart towards the sound.
The walk-in closet.
He pads forward, nostrils flaring. Your heartbeat is a rapid flutter, and beneath it, the steady drum of the pups (even though you insist he call them kits) kicking impatiently against your ribs.
He nudges the door open with his knee. There you are, curled into a defensive ball between his winter coats, fingers knotted in the fabric. Your bunny ears press flat against your skull, eyes wide. His chest tightens. "There you are," he murmurs, crouching, tail sweeping the floor to balance himself. "Did the city noises scare you again?"
Your round, glistening eyes flicker like a startled deer’s, first to the open window where the city hums too loudly, then to the shadows stretching too long across the walls, before finally landing on him. The weight of the pups presses low and heavy in your belly, your body curled protectively around them, fingers digging into the folds of your oversized sweater as if you could shield them from the world. They move restlessly under your touch, a ripple against your skin that makes your breath hitch.
Valko’s nostrils flair. The way you’re folded in on yourself makes the swell of your pregnancy even more pronounced, your frame nearly swallowed by the life you’re carrying. You’ve always been fairly skittish. You dart from loud noises. Or go wide eyed if he sets down a plate too loud. In your pregnancy, it’s gotten even worse.
Oh, the mighty Chairman of EonCore Tech, the brilliant mind behind revolutionary biotechnology, reduced to...this.
His voice melts into syrupy and warmth, syllables rounded like he's talking to something precious and breakable. "There's my sweet bun," he coos, ears perking forward as his tail starts an embarrassingly enthusiastic sweep across the floor. "Did the city get too loud? Too scratchy for bunny ears?" He inches closer, still giving you space, but his posture has completely collapsed from its usual predatory grace. Now he's all awkward, wagging limbs and dopey smiles behind those sharp teeth. His glasses have slid down the slope of his nose, yellow eyes almost glowing in the dark.
One big hand rubs at the back of his neck, it’s a nervous tic you’ve seen in board meetings. "Wanna make a blanket pile right here? Steal all my fancy shirts for the nest? I'll—" He leans forward. Your nose twitches in curiosity and you even lean towards him. His voice drops to a whisper. "I'll even let you nibble the expensive ones." His golden eyes crinkle at the corners. The mighty wolf, brought low by the sight of his pregnant mate looking even slightly less tense.
His ears suddenly flick upright as one of the pups kicks hard enough to make you jolt. His entire face lights up. "Was that—? Oh! Oh, they're playing footsie in there, aren't they? Little troublemakers," he giggles, the sound absurdly boyish coming from a man with a voice that usually makes lab interns faint.
He scoots just close enough to press his palms gently against your belly, his nose scrunching with delight. "You're growing champion kickers, sweetheart. Future strikers. Or—or tiny boxers! Bet they get that from me."
You should laugh at the way he’s hunched beside you now. All 6’2 of his folded like a lawn chair just to make himself look smaller for you.
Your bunny ears twitch slightly as you peek up at him through your lashes, comforted by his silly grin and wagging tail. Your voice comes out small, muffled into your knees at first.
“The... the garbage trucks were too loud today," you admit, fingers nervously plucking at the fabric of your sweater. “And the construction down the street. It kept rattling the windows."
Valko hums along, making mental notes. He nods seriously, like this is critical intel, and you can practically see him mentally plotting revenge against the noisy city outside.
Then, hesitantly, you uncurl just a little, one hand smoothing over the curve where a pup presses stubbornly against your ribs. "I, um... I folded all the baby clothes. Twice." You chew on your swollen lower lip. “And then unfolded them to refold them neater. And—" Your nose scrunches, ears drooping slightly. "I... might have chewed on the corner of that fluffy blanket you bought. Just a little."
His entire face lights up with pure delight. He gasps, actually gasps, like you've just revealed the most impressive feat in the world.
“You nest-engineered AND did quality testing on the blankets?! “ He gasps, pressing a proud kiss to your forehead. “Bunny, you're working harder than my entire R&D department. You are an absolute genius." His tail thumps against the floor again, his hands hovering like he’s physically restraining himself from smothering you in affection too fast. “Next time, I’m bringing you blueprints to nibble too. Get your expert opinion."
And just like that, the world feels a little quieter, a little safer, because your big, ridiculous wolf makes it so.
"Can you two save the fighting for a more acceptable hour?" Sylus grumbles, shoving his face back into his pillow.
"He's suffocating me," Rafayel wheezes. You barely hold back an amused smile at the wagging tail that gently brushes your leg.
All of your partners has their sleeping preferences, and Valko's just happens to be sleeping directly on top of everyone. That would be fine, if not for the fact he's a huge, solid mass of muscle.
"Can't help it," Valko mumbles sleepily. When you pull your head from Xavier's chest and peek your eyes open, squinting against the early morning light, he shoves his nose in Rafayel's neck and inhales deeply. "You smell so good."
"And you can't sniff me quietly? From a distance?" Rafayel asks, sounding less annoyed and more sleepy, pushing Valko around until he's in an acceptable position on top of him.
"'s not the same," Valko says, words muffled against Rafayel's skin. "Need to drown in it."
The door quietly opens as Zayne strolls in, already dressed in a button-up shirt and black slacks, five sets of sleepy eyes dragging over his figure. He takes his watch from the dresser and glances over his shoulder as he secures it around his waist, freezing as five sets of sleepy eyes look back at him. "You're all awake."
"Yeah," Caleb says, shoving a pillow over his head, fully prepared to go right back to sleep.
A loud, shrill ring cuts through the room, drawing groans from everyone.
"Five more minutes," Xavier mumbles against your hair, while Caleb desperately slaps at the alarm clock until it's quiet.
"The last time you said that, we were ten minutes late," you say, pushing yourself from his embrace, expertly batting away the hands that grab at you as you sit up.
"Good morning, my loves," Zayne says, an amused smile on his face.
He gets nothing more than groans and mumbles in response.
it literally doesn’t matter if you’re in your 20s or 30s or 40s or 50s or 60s or 70s or 80s or fucking 90s. if you’re still alive, you literally still have that chance in your hands. don’t let your mind or anyone or anything trick you into thinking otherwise!!!!
Made this post about 15 minutes after the repair guy who fixed the pump on my dishwasher packed up his tools and left, as the dishwasher was whirring along doing my dishes from that morning.
He said the exact same thing, which I did not know before that, so spreading this knowledge.
rafayel would absolutely love how mediterranean! reader would exclaim random facts about seasides and local fishes as if the sea body itself wasn't his world.
he would love your bantering ever though you often saw it as disagreements until he says something so ridiculous you start cackling.
he absolutely hates the burning sun, as if there's a giant torch right next to his face. he puts at least multiple layers of sunscreen every hour.
he adores the crystal clear and warm waters of the beaches . . . ( they remind him of you, so warm all the time compared to him. )
cheers with you (and twenty others) when your local or national football team scores a goal and wins a game.
scoffs at the idea of growing out a stubble when you playfully suggested it. who do you think he is?
took a while to get used to the open display of affections, both verbal and physical.
calling him my life, my heart, and my soul ── causes him to flush red from the top of his ears down to his neck. don't let your guard down however, that doesn't mean you only flustered him.
he loves loves loves how you don't shy away from calling him your man/bf. how you schedule double dates with him and your friends. how you invite him out with your friends, how you welcome him with open arms in becoming part of your life.
unfortunately for his in-laws, he can't seem to learn traditional dances fast enough. why are there so many?!
collects conches and seashells from country's! seaside because he wanted to make an entire artwork purely made from you for you.
thinks linkon life paled in comparison to your radiant sense of home, he promised to move there once you both get a little older and you're done with your responsibilities.
“won't you miss whitesand bay, though?” you asked gently, eyes shining with concern.
“haven't i told you already, cutie?” he smiled softly, bumping his forehead gently to yours, nuzzling with affection. “wherever your heart belongs, that's where i should follow.”
Another design is using 2 20x25x1 filters, taping them to the sides of the box fan and then to each other so they sort of make a triangle, then cutting cardboard to make a top and bottom to the triangle.
This was discovered as a more effective design during the 2020 US west coast fires.
I’ve personally used both the flat single-filter version AND the triangular two-filter version, and based on subjective personal experience I would argue that the benefits from the second filter, both in terms of airflow and filtration, are absolutely worth it. If you need a makeshift air filter and you have two filters to work with, build the triangle (if not the box, i have no idea how good that one works but based on the info here i presume it’s a fair bit better.)
Just a reminder to my fellow LaDS players: if you see a post without an avatar or no other posts or if they're brand new, be very weary. We've been hearing about how antis and water armies are trying to goad those boycotting into lashing out in the worst way.
Don't respond to them. Block them instead and move on. They're trying to break in because all the news and everything has been going our way instead of theirs. Do not engage with them since that's what they want us to do; starve out their flames instead.
Stay kind. Show that love can conquer hate. Keep up with the boycott if you're doing it. Focus on the charities involved. And if you're feeling overwhelmed, drink some water and step away from the screen for some time. It'll be okay, there's a lot more of us than them here.
♯┆ have you ever wondered what it's like to make out with the love and deepspace men?
𝜗𝜚˚⋆ cw: mdni! suggestive, mentions of sex
𝜗𝜚˚⋆ notes: my requests are open >:3 | taglist
♡ comments and reblogs appreciated ♡
── ⟢ Rafayel
✧ His kisses start out as soft pecks most of the time
✧ Not quite playful but feather light dotted along your jawline as if he's mapping you out
✧ When he finally kisses the corners of your mouth he likes to hover just a breath away from your lips, making you lean in first.
✧ Rafayel gets lost in your shared kisses fast, letting himself indulge in the sensation of your tongues striking each other.
✧ He does smirk against your lips when you get breathless and he might tease you for it.
✧ "Am I stealing your breath, cutie?" He pecks your lips after but kisses you the way he did just before his mocking.
✧ If you make small sounds or clench your hands into his shirt or hair, he gets absolutely addicted to it, trying to get more out of you.
✧ His hands don't seem to know where they want to linger and stay everywhere for a short while - cupping your cheek, holding your neck, pulling you closer by the small of your back.
✧ If things don't escalate he likes to ease out of it the way he started - heated kisses turn softer until they're mere pecks along your cheek.
── ⟢ Sylus
✧ Sylus kisses start out soft to ease you in slow and gentle but the moment you kiss back he deepens them.
✧ He might deepen the kiss but it's not rushed, every move is slow and measured, meant to build up anticipation for more.
✧ When you lean into him more and kiss him back with more desperation, he's satisfied with himself, loving it when you take what you want.
✧ When it's his turn to give you exactly what you want it's all consuming. It's like he's losing himself in you while trying to resist the undeniable pull of you.
✧ Sylus prefers you to sit on top of him, straddling his lap or hips as he keeps you close, strong hands keeping you grounded to his body.
✧ They don't wander far, mostly keeping to your hips or your lower back, occasionally one hand wanders up your spine to cradle the back of your head like you're his most precious possession (you are).
✧ When he pulls back momentarily to allow you to catch your breath, his eyes are half lidded but his gaze is locked with yours, trying to read your thoughts before he leans back in to give you exactly what you were thinking about.
✧ Sylus also loves to nip at your lip from time to time, teasing you almost in a playful manner that leaves you clutching his shirt but he slips his tongue over your lip before letting it slide against your tongue again, daring you to take the control from him which you rarely ever do.
✧ He doesn't really use words to tease you (so he won't need to break the kiss more than necessary) but he will taunt you afterwards when your cheeks are hot and you're almost out of breath.
✧ He usually stops making out with you before he gets too excited if you catch my drift, but if you want to take things further, all you need to do is to slip your tongue in his mouth and he's on you within a second.
── ⟢ Xavier
✧ Xavier's doesn't hold back at all, unable to help himself the second he has you close.
✧ He leans in without hesitation and it feels like kissing him has become second nature, as if you became the oxygen his lungs crave.
✧ He doesn't start slow or eases in, he's all in from the moment your lips touch.
✧ His hands wander all over your body, unable to find a resting spot - cupping your cheeks, sliding a hand into your hair to tug gently, wrapping an arm around you to pull you impossibly close - no matter what he does, he can't get enough of you.
✧ This doesn't mean that his kisses are hurried or messy however - They're passionate with a hint of softness beneath.
✧ He peppers kisses onto your lips between the deep kisses as if he can't get enough of you even though his lungs demand a breath of air.
✧ If you laugh from how sweet he is with you, he smiles against your lips. Hearing how happy you are is all he wants in life, even better if he's the reason you're giggling.
✧ When you tug on his hair, no matter how gently, he will groan softly against your lips, an admission of how you undo him just with a simple touch.
✧ If you're cuddling in bed and it turns into a make out session, he has a hard time to not lose himself in the intensity of it. Everything is so warm and soft around him, he easily loses track of time, drowning himself in your love.
✧ His tongue tangles with yours almost messily but filled with some sort of desperation only more kisses can fix.
✧ When he does pull away, he pulls you closer by the hips, wanting to tuck you against his body and never let go, but if you want to take things further just snake your hands beneath his shirt.
── ⟢ Zayne
✧ Zayne's kisses start composed to test the waters, see how you react when he kisses you out of the blue while you two were just cooking in the kitchen.
✧ He placed you on top of the kitchen counter and stands firmly between your legs, his hands respectfully resting at your side and the other cupping your cheek.
✧ The moment your arms wrap around his neck, he's done for. You have him in the palm of your hand and you don't even know it yet.
✧ His kisses are slow and sensual, grounding you while tearing the floor from beneath your feet all at the same time. He makes you forget how to breathe.
✧ He hums softly into the kiss when you melt against him, parting your lips to allow his tongue to slip into your mouth.
✧ When he's losing himself in the kissing, it's not all consuming or messy. It feels like devotion, rather than desire when his tongue caresses yours.
✧ You can feel how he grows tense and how his breath hitches when you start letting your hands wander, almost as if he has to concentrate to not lose control completely.
✧ When things get too heated, he slowly eases out of the make out session, his tongue caressing yours softer before withdrawing and giving your lips gentle kisses until he eventually pulls away.
✧ His hair looks like a mess when he pulls away and all it takes is one word from you to escalate things from harmless kissing to much more.
── ⟢ Caleb
✧ Caleb's kisses are confident from the start on, gentle but slightly possessive, making sure you know that you're his.
✧ There's no hesitation in the way his hand cups your face, no second guessing when he leans in - knowing that you'll meet him halfway.
✧ His lips feel warm and unhurried against yours, savoring every moment he can spend with you like this.
✧ One hand rests at the nape of your neck while the other stays planted to your hip, holding you close without urgency, because he's in no rush to let you go any time soon.
✧ When you kiss him back, he smiles into the kiss and finally deepens it, his tongue swiping along your lips asking for entrance you won't deny him.
✧ If your fingers slip into his hair or tug at his collar, he just hums in approval as he pulls you even closer since this is exactly the reaction he needed from you.
✧ When he pulls back to let you breathe, he stays close, lips busying themselves with the sensitive skin of your neck.
✧ "You good?" he asks carefully before kissing you again, softer this time.
✧ He never pulls away completely, always keeping some form of contact—his hand squeezing your hip, his nose brushing against your neck while he kisses your pulse point—reminding you that he is right there.
✧ And if you want more than just making out, you don't even need to ask, Caleb is already grinding himself against you, letting you decide if you move with him to take things further or if you slowly ease out of the heated moment.
── ⟢ Valko
✧ Valko's kisses start playful, just a teasing brush of his lips, barely there and just enough to make you chase him before he finally gives in with a soft chuckle against your lips.
✧ His hands roam freely until settling on your sides, thumbs stroking lazy circles as he deepens the kiss, savoring each reaction and shiver he pulls from you.
✧ But Valko struggles to stay serious for too long—sharp canines gently tugging at your bottom lip in a playful nip, not hard enough to hurt but enough to give him a reaction.
✧ The sound makes his ears twitch, and before you know it, those soft wolf ears have popped up from his hair, betraying just how much he's enjoying this.
✧ He doesn't try to hide them, if anything he leans into your caress, tilting his head to give you better access as his tongue slides against yours with a newfound urge.
✧ His hands wander over your body but ultimately one of then slides up your spine to cradle the back of your head, while the other arm wraps around your waist do keep you close to him.
✧ Valko eventually pulls back to smirk at you when your breath got heavier.
✧ "Getting shy on me already?" he teases amused before diving back in to steal another kiss that leaves you breathless.
✧ His body is painfully aware of every small change in the air, his nose picking up the scent of your arousal before you can even voice out a need for more—the moment you do however, his hips slowly start rutting against you to get you even more needy for him.
Hi I know that I recently made a request for you and that I must probably be reaching my quota of making requests for you to write. 😅
But I really wanted to see a continuation of that The Weight of Being Seen. Imagine that they had a relationship established after that first date and on a romantic day between only the two someone suddenly shows a certain interest in Non mc and Ops... the boys get jealous and decide to show her who belongs!?? 🤭😏 What do you think?
a/n: so sorry for the wait @chosen17, but here it is! 🫡 I hope it was worth it 🤞 and happy reading! 🤓
Summary: A fanfiction request potraying how the LIs react to you being hit on by another guy during your date. 🤭
Pairing: all LIs (separately) x reader (non MC)
Trigger warnings: none, just fluff
Content: For context, please read the fanfic The Weight of Being Seen before proceeding.
HANDS OFF, SHE'S WITH ME
XAVIER
Word count : 678
That evening, after your colleague Xavier unexpectedly ran into you at one of your favorite restaurants, dining together became something of a tradition. At least once a week, the two of you took turns picking a new restaurant, doing your best to sample everything on the menu.
Xavier never once commented on your weight. Never told you to watch what you ate or suggested you should eat less.
Meals shared with Xavier always seemed to taste a little better.
...
Then, one evening after work, over dinner, Xavier confessed that he'd wanted to ask you out for a long time but had never found the right moment. He admitted he'd also been afraid you'd reject him, not wanting to get involved in an office romance.
Now, months have passed since the two of you went from colleagues, to friends, to lovers.
To avoid office gossip, you've kept your relationship a secret. Fortunately, that's easy enough when you work in different departments on different floors.
...
You glance down at your intertwined hands, unable to stop the smile tugging at your lips.
Some days, you still can't believe how lucky you are.
Having just clocked out and still dressed in your office clothes, you make your way to the Twinkle Toys arcade.
The past few weeks have been consumed by overtime and looming deadlines, so it's been a while since your last date.
Recently, the arcade announced a limited-edition plushie: a white bunny with floppy ears, sleepy drooping eyes, and a cozy knitted sweater. It reminded you so much of Xavier that you knew you had to have it.
Today is the final day of the event, and you can only hope there are still a few left.
“We are terrible at this,” you sigh.
You and Xavier have taken turns trying to win the plushie, but neither of you has had any luck. You've long since lost count of how many attempts you've made.
“Shh,” Xavier whispers conspiratorially. “Don't let the plushie hear you. It'll think it's winning.”
You laugh despite yourself. Even with his attempt to lift your spirits, you can tell he's just as disappointed as you are.
Xavier reaches into the token bucket you're holding, only to realize it's empty.
Taking the bucket from your hands, he smiles.
“Wait here. I'm going to get more tokens.”
Before you can protest, he's already walking away.
“Excuse me?”
An unfamiliar male voice behind you draws your attention.
You turn to find a man wearing a warm, easy smile.
“Do you mind if I give this claw machine a try?”
“Of course. Be my guest.” You step aside with a sheepish smile.
Only then do you realize you and Xavier have been monopolizing the machine for quite a while. Someone had probably been waiting for a turn.
“Maybe you can lend me some of your luck,” the man says as he slides a token into the machine.
“I don't think Lady Luck is on my side today,” you reply with an awkward laugh.
From the corner of your eye, you watch as the claw descends.
It closes around the bunny plushie, lifts it cleanly, and carries it all the way to the prize chute without slipping.
Your jaw nearly drops as the plushie tumbles into the collection bin.
Victory.
On his very first try.
After retrieving the prize, the man turns back to you with a friendly smile and holds it out.
“For you.”
You blink in surprise.
Before you can respond, a familiar arm slips possessively around your waist.
“I'm perfectly capable of winning a plushie for my girlfriend myself.”
Xavier's voice is calm, but there's a subtle edge beneath it.
You glance up at him, and he meets your gaze with the faintest pout.
“Girlfriend?” the man repeats, looking surprised. “Sorry. Judging by your outfits, I assumed you were coworkers. Friends at most.”
“I appreciate the gesture,” you say.
Wrapping both arms around Xavier's waist, you lean into him.
“But I already have the cutest plush bunny right here.”
The lovesick look in Xavier's eyes mirrors your own.
ZAYNE
Word count : 612
There's a slight skip in your step as you make your way to the café where you're meeting Zayne, only to pause when your phone rings.
“My love, are you at the café yet?” Zayne's voice comes through the speaker, clear and familiar.
Every time he calls you my love, your heart skips a beat.
“Almost,” you reply.
“I'm sorry, but a last-minute issue came up at work, so I'll be running a little late. I promise I'll be there as soon as I can.”
...
After entering the café, you settle at a table by the window and order an iced tea.
As you gaze absentmindedly out the window, a dreamy smile finds its way onto your face.
Your thoughts drift back to the day Zayne came over to your table at the bakery after overhearing the server's unprofessional comments about your weight.
Despite the awkward way you'd met, your clumsy attempts at flirting, and the embarrassingly cheesy pickup lines - especially the one where you joked that he must have become a cardiologist out of guilt for breaking so many hearts with his handsome face - he'd still wanted to see you again.
...
Zayne may seem cold and stoic at first glance, but beneath that reserved exterior is someone incredibly warm. His actions always speak louder than words.
Those actions were what eventually brought the two of you together as a couple.
Knowing your shared weakness for sweets, he'd secretly asked the chef at the Chinese restaurant where you were having dinner to hide a note inside your fortune cookie.
Will you be my girlfriend?
Remembering that night, you can't help but laugh softly.
...
“Pardon me.”
You look up to find one of the baristas standing beside your table.
You blink in surprise as he pulls out the chair across from you and sits down.
With three empty chairs around your table, you'd assumed he needed to borrow one for another customer - not that he intended to join you.
He fidgets in his seat, his cheeks tinged pink, clearly nervous.
“I've been meaning to ask you something for a while,” he says, stumbling over his words. “You come here pretty often, but I've never worked up the courage.”
It's true. Since the café is on your route to work, you've become something of a regular. On busy mornings, you'll often stop by for coffee, and sometimes breakfast if you're running late.
“I think you're really sweet,” he continues.
“I agree.”
A familiar voice cuts through the conversation.
The barista freezes.
Zayne stands behind him, his expression as calm and unreadable as ever.
“My girlfriend is the sweetest,” he says.
The barista glances at Zayne, then back at you.
He scrambles to his feet so quickly he nearly knocks over his chair.
“I'm so sorry. I should've known you were taken.”
Rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment, he hurries back toward the counter.
...
“Sorry to keep you waiting, my love,” Zayne says as he slips into the now-vacant seat as though nothing had happened.
“Have you decided what you'd like to order?” he asks, studying the cakes in the display case.
“Not yet."” You narrow your eyes at him and point an accusing finger. “And as for you - the dentist told you to cut back on sugar.”
“Then I suppose I'll have to settle for something sweet that won't rot my teeth.”
A hint of mischief creeps into his voice as a small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.
The implication hits you a second later.
Heat rushes to your face, turning your cheeks bright red.
You swear, one day this man is going to give you a heart attack.
RAFAYEL
Word count : 499
Having grown up along the coastline of Whitesand Bay in Linkon City, you've always felt at home on the sandy shore.
But ever since Rafayel came into your life, the beach has felt even more like home - as though he'd become the missing piece you never knew was absent.
...
Ever since the day you met him on the shore - when he quite literally called you a goddess - you've found yourself returning to the beach only in his company.
Together, you'd stroll along the sand to watch the sunrise, the sunset, or sometimes both. You'd collect seashells that Rafayel would later grind into pigments for his paintings. You'd take photographs or simply sit beside him while he painted.
It never ceased to amaze you how Rafayel saw the world in such vibrant colors.
...
One evening, while walking along the shoreline, Rafayel picked up a stick and suddenly took off running.
You chased after him, laughing, but before you could read what he'd written in the sand, the waves washed it away.
Taking your hand, he smiled.
“One day, I found a beauty washed ashore. I'm afraid the tides might carry her away, just like they did that message. But I won't let them. You're mine. Be my girlfriend, and I'll give you the entire ocean.”
...
That was the moment the two of you made it official.
Now, you're stretched out on a lounge chair beneath the shade of a towering palm tree.
You and Rafayel had traveled to a small coastal town for an exhibition, and with the event finally over, the two of you could enjoy a break.
Rafayel has wandered off to grab cocktails, leaving you with your book.
...
So absorbed in your reading, you fail to notice the two men lingering nearby, openly admiring you.
Not until they step in front of your lounge chair, blocking the sunlight.
Lowering your book, you slip off your sunglasses.
“Well, aren't you gorgeous?” one of them says.
“Talk about a breathtaking view,” the other adds with a grin.
You blink at them in surprise. Men don't usually compliment you.
“Mind if we keep you company?”
“Yes, she would.”
Rafayel appears beside you, holding two colorful cocktails complete with tiny umbrellas and straws.
You gladly take one from him.
“Sorry, boys,” you say with a polite smile. “I already have all the company I need.”
The two men exchange disappointed looks before walking away.
...
“I leave you alone for one minute, and you're already getting hit on.”
Rafayel crosses his arms, puffs out his cheeks, and dramatically turns his back to you.
“How could you let another fish swim into my territory?” he huffs.
Laughing softly, you move over and sit beside him on his lounge chair, gently patting his head.
He rests his head heavily on your shoulder with an exaggerated sigh.
“You're the only fishie for me,” you reassure him.
You catch the satisfied smug smirk on his lips as he shoots the two retreating men a triumphant glance.
SYLUS
Word count : 607
Despite how enjoyable Sylus's company had been that evening - when he stepped in after your blind date walked out the moment he saw you - you kept your guard up.
After being rejected one too many times because of your size, you'd built walls around your heart.
But Sylus never gave up. He pursued you relentlessly, though never in a forceful or overbearing way. Instead, he simply made his interest - and his presence - impossible to ignore.
Eventually, you stopped resisting and finally gave him a chance.
That was how the two of you became a couple.
...
Sylus carries himself with a mysterious, commanding presence that naturally puts people on edge. Yet beneath that intimidating exterior lies someone fiercely protective, deeply loyal, and unexpectedly gentle with you.
He also has a razor-sharp tongue and delights in teasing you just to see your reactions.
...
Although you consider yourself a strong, independent woman, there are times when you can't help but let Sylus spoil you.
Like tonight.
Ever since you were little, you'd dreamed of attending a fantasy ball, but you'd never had anyone to go with.
So when a notification for this year's event popped up on your phone, you immediately asked Sylus if he'd accompany you.
He was reluctant at first, claiming he didn't understand the appeal of dressing up just to dance in a room full of strangers.
As usual, though, his actions contradicted his words.
He bought the most expensive tickets available and spared no expense when it came to your costumes.
You're dressed in a flowing ballgown, complete with elegant shoes, sparkling accessories, perfectly styled hair, and flawless makeup.
Sylus, meanwhile, is dressed entirely in black leather. His shirt hangs half open, curled horns rest atop his head, and a pair of folded dragon wings adorn his back.
He looks as though he stepped straight out of one of the dragon shifter novels you love to read.
“I'll go get us another glass of wine,” Sylus says, taking your empty glass before disappearing into the crowd.
A few moments later, a man dressed as what appears to be a prince - perhaps even a king - approaches you.
“A beautiful evening, my lady,” he says with a courteous bow.
“Indeed it is, my lord,” you reply with a small smile.
“Forgive my bluntness, but I believe you to be the fairest maiden at this ball.”
“You flatter me,” you answer, happily playing along.
Role-playing is hardly unusual at events like these. If anything, it's encouraged.
The man steps in front of you and offers a deeper bow before extending his hand.
“Would this fair princess honor me with a dance?”
Completely oblivious to Sylus standing directly behind him, he waits expectantly.
Sylus catches your eye over the man's shoulder, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he silently waits to see how you'll respond.
“I must politely decline,” you say, walking past the man to stand beside Sylus.
“For my heart has already been claimed by this dragon.”
“Then I shall slay the dragon and win your heart, dear princess,” the man declares, resting a hand on the hilt of his sword.
Sylus lets out an amused laugh.
“You'd be reduced to ash before you ever had the chance to draw it,” he replies with effortless confidence.
You glance up at him with slightly widened eyes, knowing full well he isn't entirely joking.
“Oh, and one more thing.”
He slips a fresh glass of wine into your hand before wrapping an arm securely around your waist.
“This isn't some mere princess.”
His hold tightens ever so slightly as he draws you closer.
“She's a queen.”
“My queen.”
CALEB
Word count : 565
After that embarrassingly disastrous day when your own shoe betrayed you, you never expected Caleb to show up outside your office after work the very next day, just in case your shoes decided to betray you again.
...
Caleb is easygoing and carefree, making every conversation effortless. His playful nature has you laughing more than you ever had before, and his boyish energy turns every date into an adventure, melting away even the most stressful days.
...
After only a handful of dates, he asked you to be his girlfriend.
His straightforwardness caught you completely off guard.
He admitted that, years ago, he'd let fear keep him from saying what was in his heart, and as a result, he'd lost someone precious. Ever since then, he'd promised himself he'd never make the same mistake again.
...
The beginning of your relationship wasn't without its challenges.
You lived in Linkon City, where you worked as an office team leader, while Caleb was stationed in Skyhaven as a pilot. With your demanding schedules and the distance between you, seeing each other wasn't easy.
...
So, after a few months of dating, you surprised him by requesting a transfer to your company's Skyhaven branch.
At first, the two of you lived separately.
But only a few weeks later, you gave up your apartment and moved into Caleb's.
...
Most people would probably say your relationship was moving too fast.
But with Caleb, everything simply felt right.
...
Today, the two of you are spending the afternoon at Skyhaven’s amusement park.
Caleb had finally managed to clear his schedule after a mission and taken time off just so the two of you could enjoy a proper date.
As you weave through the bustling crowds, the warm scent of cinnamon and sugar catches your attention.
You turn to find a food stand selling fresh churros.
“Want some?” Caleb asks, following your gaze.
“Yes, please,” you answer, practically drooling.
“One order of churros coming right up.”
Without hesitation, he joins the queue.
...
Not wanting to block the walkway, you step off to the side near another stall and wait.
“Amusement parks are meant to be enjoyed with family... or with someone special.”
A man's voice pulls you from your attention.
He comes to stand beside you, smiling confidently.
“I'd be happy to fill that second role.”
“That position's already taken.”
Caleb returns just in time, handing you a warm bag of churros.
“And you are?” the man asks dismissively.
“Her boyfriend,” Caleb replies without missing a beat.
“Boyfriend?”The man smirks. "Doesn't count if there's no ring."
To your complete disbelief, Caleb suddenly turns and runs off.
Barely a minute later, he returns, slightly out of breath.
Without a word, he slips a candy ring onto your left ring finger.
Then he steps in front of you, squaring his shoulders.
“Satisfied?” he asks flatly. “Now get lost.”
The man mutters a curse under his breath before finally walking away.
Caleb turns back to you…
Only to realize you're staring silently at the candy ring wrapped around your finger.
“I... didn't exactly picture it happening like this.”
He rubs the back of his neck with an awkward laugh.
You slowly lift your eyes to meet his.
“I mean…”
A faint blush creeps across his cheeks.
“...I'd be more than happy to be your husband.”
He gazes at you with pleading puppy-dog eyes, as though waiting for your answer.
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Summary: in which you meet the LaD boys for the first time and they see passed your weight
Pairing: all the lads boys (separately) x (F) Reader (non-MC)
TW: body shaming/fatphobia, verbal insults, negative body image commentary, self-esteem issues, fluff, suggestive (Sylus), body positivity
a/n: I mean no disrespect, I only want to spead the love to all to the plus size girlies out there, because you are queens and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise! 👸💖
THE WEIGHT OF BEING SEEN
XAVIER (word count : 525)
You tighten your grip on the collar of your coat as the wind picks up. The evening is bitterly cold - the kind of cold that seeps through your skin and settles deep in your bones.
Pushing open the restaurant door, you're greeted by a wave of warmth and the comforting aroma of food.
The kitchen is an open space and several members of staff greet you by name as you make your way to a table. Thanks to its cozy atmosphere, delicious food, and friendly service, you've become a regular.
Despite the extensive menu, you barely glance at it anymore. You already know it by heart.
“Good evening.”
A young waiter approaches with a notepad and pen in hand. One you don't recognize.
He must be new.
“May I take your order?”
You begin listing the dishes, and the waiter writes each one down.
“That's quite a lot of food.” He remarks
You chuckle. “The cold always seems to work up an appetite.”
“Are you waiting for friends or family?” he asks.
You look at him in confusion.
“If you are, I'll let the kitchen know so we can time everything accordingly”, he explains. “That way the food won't get cold before they arrive.”
“No need,” you reply with an appreciative smile. “It's just me.”
The waiter's eyes widen.
“You mean you're planning to eat all of this yourself?”
His voice comes out much louder than intended.
The waiter clears his throat.
“I'll put the order through right away”, he mumbles before hurrying toward the kitchen.
...
A little while later, dish after dish begins arriving at your table until the entire surface is covered.
The waiter avoids eye contact as he sets down the plates
“Enjoy your meal,” he says quietly before retreating.
At a nearby table, a group of men downing beers have been watching you for several minutes.
“Talk about pigging out.”
“No wonder she's the size she is.”
“Disgusting.”
They're speaking just loudly enough for you to hear.
You stare down at the food spread across your table.
Your appetite disappears as a knot starts to form in your stomach.
“Hey. I didn't know you came here.” A familiar voice says.
You look up and find yourself staring into a pair of crystal-blue eyes.
Xavier.
A colleague from another department.
You don't see him often, but you've always thought he was cute.
He offers you a warm smile. “Are you here alone?”
You nod.
“Do you mind if I join you?”
You shake your head.
Xavier removes his coat and takes the seat opposite you.
Panic flickers through you as his gaze drifts across the crowded table.
You brace yourself for the same judgment.
Instead, Xavier raises a hand and calls over the waiter.
“I'd like to order everything she ordered,” Xavier says calmly. “And add an extra portion of meat to each dish.”
The waiter's eyes nearly pop out of his head.
You stare at Xavier in disbelief.
He simply smiles.
“I'm glad to know you're a foodie too.”
His tone is completely genuine.
No judgment.
No mockery.
“Let's eat before it gets cold.”
Smiling back, you pick up your chopsticks.
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ZAYNE (word count : 407)
Today's been a good day.
You feel satisfied. Accomplished.
So, you decide to treat yourself.
A small bell rings overhead as you push open the door to a bakery. The scent of freshly baked pastries fills the air, making your mouth water.
Making your way to the counter, you smile as you admire the selection of cakes, pastries, and cookies displayed neatly behind the glass.
“Hello. What can I get for you?” the waitress asks.
“I'm not sure,” you admit. “Everything looks delicious.”
She nods. “Want my opinion?”
“Yes, please,” you say brightly.
“Given your size, I think you should lay off the sugar.”
The words hit you like a slap.
You had expected recommendations. Perhaps the bakery's bestsellers.
Not an insult.
“Trust me, girl. I'm doing you a favor.” She shrugs. “Nobody likes an overweight woman.”
Your cheeks burn with humiliation.
“I'll just take a latte,” you mumble.
“Good choice.” She smiles, but there's nothing kind about it. “I'll hold the sugar.”
You turn away and retreat to the furthest table in the corner of the bakery.
A moment later, a cup is placed in front of you with a soft clink.
You don't look up or offer a thank you.
A single tear slips down your cheek.
Then you hear another sound.
A plate being set on the table.
An assortment of pastries now sits beside your coffee.
“I didn't order these,” you say.
The man standing in front of the table. He's handsome, dressed in a tailored suit, with dark hair and striking green eyes framed by glasses.
“I ordered them for you.”
Seeing your confusion, he continues.
“I was standing behind you in line. I heard what the waitress said.”
Your cheeks immediately flush again from embarrassment.
“Her comments were rude and completely unprofessional. No one should be telling others what they can or can't eat unless there's a legitimate medical reason.”
“Like being obese?” you mutter bitterly.
“As a doctor, I can assure you that you're neither overweight nor obese.”
“In fact,” he continues, “I'd say your curves are in all the right places.”
A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, and the tips of his ears turn pink.
This time, you find yourself blushing at the compliment.
“Thank you for the pastries,” you say with a smile. “Would you care to share them with me, Mr...?”
“Zayne.”
The man finally introduces himself before taking the seat opposite you.
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RAFAYEL (word count : 420)
The sand is warm beneath your bare feet as you walk along the shoreline. The sun hangs high in the sky, waves crash peacefully against the rocks, and the ocean breeze is just right.
You bask in the warmth with a smile on your lips, grateful to finally have a day off.
Every now and then, you bend down when a flash of color or a glimmer catches your eye.
The small woven basket slung over your shoulder gradually fills with seashells.
Just as you crouch down to inspect another one, a long shadow falls over you, blocking out the sun.
“Do you have no sense of decency?!” An angry female voice sounds above you.
You rise to your feet.
Three women stand before you, each thinner than the last, their expressions twisted with disapproval.
“I'm sorry?” you ask, confused.
“Showing off like that,” one of them scoffs, gesturing toward your body.
You glance down and quickly check the straps of your bikini, wondering if something has come loose.
“Ever heard of a diet?” another woman sneers. “Who's supposed to look at all those rolls?”
And just like that, you understand.
Before you can think of a response, the women turn and walk away.
You hurriedly untie the sarong from your waist and wrap it around yourself instead.
Then a sudden gust of wind sweeps in from the ocean.
Your straw hat is lifted off your head.
You reach for it instinctively.
But someone else catches it first.
The man standing before you is breathtaking.
Waves of violet hair frame his face, and his eyes shimmer beneath the sunlight in shades of blue, pink, and purple.
He places the hat back on your head.
“Did you know that in Ancient Greece,” he begins casually, “the ideal female figure depicted in classical sculptures and paintings was often curvaceous? Rounded hips, and fuller figures were considered symbols of beauty.”
You blink.
The statement is so unexpected that you don't know how to respond.
He continues, “Don't let those women get to you. They're just jealous they don't have the body of a goddess.”
You stare at him.
“Trust me,” he says, “As the famous artist Rafayel, I know what I'm talking about.”
A brief silence follows.
Then he lifts an open sketchbook.
“Now,” he says, flashing you a dazzling smile, “would you mind taking the sarong off so I can finish my masterpiece?”
The open sketchbook page displays a half-finished drawing.
Of you.
Standing on the beach, collecting seashells beneath the sun.
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SYLUS (word count : 523 )
You approach the hostess stand.
“Hello. I have a reservation.”
The hostess confirms your name before leading you through the restaurant to a table for two.
Once you're seated, a waitress appears with a polite smile.
"”Can I get you something to drink?”
"”Just a glass of prosecco for now,” you reply. “I'm waiting for someone.”
The waitress nods and heads off.
Left alone, you glance around the elegant restaurant.
Soft music drifts through the air. Candlelight flickers across polished glass and silverware.
You reach for your phone and check the time.
A colleague had set you up on this blind date - a friend of a friend of a friend who just so happened to be single.
You had tried your best to refuse.
The idea of meeting a complete stranger made you uncomfortable.
But after enough persuasion, you'd reluctantly agreed.
And now, here you were.
You absentmindedly fiddle with the cutlery, trying to calm your nerves.
Minutes pass.
Your glass of prosecco is already half-empty when the waitress finally returns, escorting a man toward your table.
You immediately assume he's your date.
As he approaches, you rise to your feet and offer a polite smile.
Stepping out from behind your chair, you hesitate.
Should you shake his hand?
Offer a hug?
Perhaps a kiss on the cheek?
Before you can decide, the man speaks.
“I'm sorry. I can't do this.”
At first, you assume he's nervous.
Maybe blind dates aren't his thing.
But then he continues. “I have no interest in larger women.”
He places emphasis on the word larger.
Without a shred of shame, he turns and walks away.
Just like that.
You remain standing in the middle of the crowded restaurant.
You can feel the stares.
Hear the whispers.
Slowly, you sink back down into your chair.
Honestly, being stood up would have hurt less.
Even a last-minute cancellation would have been kinder than being publicly humiliated.
You pick up your glass and drain the remaining prosecco in a single gulp.
The moment you set it down, the chair opposite you is suddenly occupied.
You hadn't even noticed anyone approaching.
Despite his white hair, the man appears young - late twenties, perhaps.
His features are sharp and striking.
Broad shoulders stretch beneath an impeccably tailored suit.
His physique looks as though it had been sculpted from marble.
For a moment, you're too stunned to do anything but stare.
A physique that looks as though it had been sculpted from marble.
Two crimson-red eyes regard you with quiet amusement.
For a brief moment, you could swear the right glows.
With a snap of his fingers, the waitress who had seated you immediately appears.
“Two glasses of your finest red wine,” the man says. “And one of everything on today's specials menu.”
His voice is deep and effortlessly commanding.
“Right away, Mr. Sylus.”
There is a noticeable hint of nervousness in her voice before she quickly disappears.
He leans back in his chair and studies you openly.
“That man was a fool,” Sylus says, a dangerous smirk tugging at his lips. “Passing up something as delicious as you should be considered a crime.”
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CALEB (word count : 484)
You step out of the crowded elevator and make your way across the hall, past reception, and finally into the late afternoon air.
The skyscraper that houses your office looms behind you as you join the rush-hour crowd spilling into the streets. The city is loud and alive - people everywhere, traffic stretched in endless lines on both sides.
You take a deep breath, shrugging your blazer off your shoulders as you walk.
You barely make it a few steps before you hear a sharp crack.
Your body lurches forward, but you quickly regain your balance.
Frowning, you glance down.
One of your heels has snapped clean in half.
You groan.
Balancing awkwardly on one foot, you try to remove the broken shoe without dropping your handbag or blazer, all while avoiding bumping into passersby.
People brush past you, casting glances in your direction.
You don’t expect help, but a little less staring wouldn’t hurt.
“That's what you get when an elephant wears stilettos. I feel sorry for the shoes,” a woman says loudly as she walks by with her friend.
The friend snicker.
Your gaze sharpens as it follows them.
With a frustrated sigh, you bend down again, only for a strong arm to slip around your waist from behind.
Turning your head slightly, you find yourself looking up at a man with violet eyes and an easy, almost lazy smile.
“Need a hand?” he asks. “You can use me for balance.”
After a brief hesitation, you accept, shifting so you can hold onto his arm.
You try very hard not to notice just how solid his forearm feels beneath your fingers.
With his support, you manage to slip off both heels.
Now barefoot in the middle of the busy street, you exhale.
You glance at the broken shoe in your hand.
Yeah. There’s no saving it.
“I don’t suppose you have a spare pair in your handbag?” the man jokes.
“Afraid not,” you sigh.
“Now what?” he asks.
“My car’s parked nearby,” you reply. “I’ll risk the walk.”
You don’t love the idea of walking barefoot on dirty, hot concrete, but you don’t exactly have options.
You offer him a small, polite smile.
“Thank you for your help. Have a nice day.”
Turning away, you barely manage to take one step before you're suddenly lifted off the ground.
You let out a startled sound.
“Where’s your car?” The man asks, adjusting you effortlessly in his arms.
“Please put me down,” you protest with a whine. “I’m heavy.”
“Not for me,” he replies simply.
You look up at him.
There’s no strain in his expression. No sign he’s struggling at all - as if you weigh nothing.
Your grip tightens slightly around him, seeking balance, his warmth seeping through you from where he carries you.
You point down the street, and he responds with a boyish grin, already striding forward.
I saw that your requests were open and I was wondering if I could request something. So this is based on something that happened to me today where my skirt accidentally rode up and flashed a group of dudes. I wish i was lying and now I feel mortified I just need something to make me feel better about myself 😭😭😭. I was wondering how all 6 of out lovely lads men would help in that situation. Thank you again!!
Author’s Note: First of all, I'm so sorry this happened to you. 😬 If it makes you feel even a little better, I'm sure every single one of us has had an embarrassing moment at some point - myself included. 🫣
Since you sent this request anonymously, I can't tag you, but I hope this post finds you. 🔎 Thank you for your request, and I hope you enjoy it! ❤️
Pairing: all LIs (separately) x (Female) reader / non-MC
Xavier and you walk hand in hand along the winding paths of Linkon City's Botanical Park.
The gardens are bustling, filled mostly with couples who have come for the same reason you have - to admire the cherry blossoms in full bloom.
A gentle breeze stirs the branches overhead, sending delicate pink petals drifting through the air. They dance around you like falling snow, wrapping the park in an almost enchanted atmosphere.
You slip your hand from Xavier's and run a few steps ahead of him. Beneath one of the blooming trees, you come to a stop. Stretching your arms wide, you spin in place, laughing with carefree joy as petals whirl around you.
Xavier watches with quiet fondness.
Then another gust of wind catches your flowing skirt, lifting the hem higher.
His gaze drops. His eyes widen ever so slightly before he quickly looks away - though he can't quite help stealing glances from the corner of his eye. A faint blush warms the tips of his ears.
You remain blissfully unaware, caught up in the magic of the moment.
When Xavier notices a few passing visitors glance your way and quietly murmur among themselves, he steps forward. Gently taking your wrists, he guides you into his embrace, bringing your spinning to a stop.
One hand rests at your waist while the other smooths down your skirt.
After two grueling weeks spent overseeing his patients' care, buried beneath paperwork, reviewing case after case, and performing back-to-back surgeries that stretched into sixteen-hour shifts, Zayne finally has a day off.
And what better place to spend it than the library - a sanctuary of quiet and calm - with you by his side?
On one side of a towering bookcase, Zayne stands engrossed in the synopsis of a book he's picked up. A few shelves farther down on the opposite side, you browse through the collection.
Spotting a title on the highest shelf, you rise onto your tiptoes and stretch to reach it. The movement causes the hem of your short skirt to ride up a little too high.
Suddenly, a warmth settles around your waist.
Zayne's tailored coat.
With practiced movements, he wraps the sleeves around your hips and ties them into a knot.
“Your wardrobe choices,” he remarks, “lacks situational awareness.”
You glance back over your shoulder with a mischievous smile.
“And here I was thinking I could try a little librarian roleplay,” you reply with feigned innocence.
A crimson blush creeps across the tips of his ears as he adjusts his glasses with deliberate composure.
You stroll along the shoreline of Whitesand Bay, the warm sand slipping between your bare toes with every step.
A few paces ahead, Rafayel suddenly stops and lifts his camera toward you, clearly intending to capture another candid photo.
At that exact moment, a gust of sea breeze sweeps across the beach.
It billows his unbuttoned shirt open, exposing his toned chest, while at the same time catching the hem of your skirt and sending it flying upward in the breeze.
Rafayel lets out an exaggerated gasp before dramatically throwing both hands over his eyes.
“Ah! My eyes have been blessed,” he declares, shamelessly peeking through the gaps between his fingers with a mischievous grin.
“But the world doesn't deserve to witness such a masterpiece!”
Your face burns with embarrassment as you hurriedly scramble to hold it down, shooting him a look that only makes his grin widen.
Despite yourself, you can't help laughing along with him, your embarrassment slowly giving way to amusement as he continues tossing out one teasing remark after another.
You know this moment has just earned a permanent place in Rafayel's collection of stories he'll gleefully bring up whenever he wants to fluster you.
Sylus has invited you to yet another auction - one of the many you swear he only attends so he has an excuse to flaunt just how wealthy he is.
Feeling unusually daring, you decide to match the evening's extravagance with an outfit of your own: a fitted corset paired with a short skirt that leaves little to the imagination.
Your confidence, however, doesn't last long.
The skirt is too short for comfort, and every few steps you find yourself tugging at the hem as it insists on riding higher.
Sylus watches with quiet amusement.
His smirk widens as his gaze lingers deliberately on your exposed skin.
When you're seated together at a round table draped with a floor-length tablecloth, you instinctively press your knees together, despite knowing no one can possibly see beneath it.
One of Sylus’s large, warm hands comes to rest against the inside of your thigh.
His thumb traces slow, absent-minded circles, sending an involuntary shiver through you.
His hand travels higher and higher under your skirt.
After yesterday's shopping spree with Caleb, you realize your wardrobe has become so overstuffed that there's nowhere left to hang your new clothes.
So today, you decide it's finally time for a spring clean.
As you sort through your wardrobe, your hand pauses on a skirt tucked away at the very back.
When was the last time you wore this?
A distant memory resurfaces.
...
You'd been waiting outside the DAA for Caleb's plane to land.
The day had been unusually windy, and the powerful gust from the aircraft's engines caught the hem of your skirt before you had any chance to react, sending it flying upward.
A nearby group of DAA pilots happened to witness the unfortunate moment.
A few let out shameless whistles while others exchanged cheeky remarks.
Before you could even think to recover from the embarrassment, a broad figure stepped in front of you.
Caleb.
He shot the group a single pointed glare, instantly silencing them.
"Whoops. Watch it, pipsqueak," he chuckled, gently pinching your nose.
“Good thing I was here to look out for you…” His grin turned unmistakably smug.
“Otherwise, you would've given the entire DAA flight crew a free show.”
Hi! I hope you're having a good day 💕. Mine, on the other hand, isn't—I just had my wisdom teeth pulled and it hurts TERRIBLY. How would the LI's take care of us? It makes me laugh to imagine the faces they'd make if they saw how wisdom teeth are pulled; honestly, it was a pretty shocking sight, even though I didn't feel a thing.
wisdom teeth removal
here ya go :) a bit late sorry lol but i hope you fully recovered and that all went well !
tags : zayne , caleb , sylus , xavier , rafayel x reader (separate) , fluff , just the sweet lads taking good care of us , modern AU
zayne
you already know how the dentist is literally one of zayne's enemies. just a simple teeth cleaning is torture for zayne, so he doesn't even want to know the details of how wisdom teeth are removed lol
his main priority is to soothe your pain and remind you of how infections can easily develop. he'll take the extra step to cook for you, all liquid / soft foods for a while (and don't worry, whatever zayne cooks are filled with good nutrients)
i do believe that he'll use this opportunity to tease you a little bit about how he can freely eat cold sweets, like ice cream, cake, pastries ... he isn't exactly rubbing it in your face, but kind of lol
in all honestly, i do think that zayne will be a bit more concerned and worried out of all the lads, as he knows just how painful the treatment and recovery can be for a while
will absolutely be down to clean the bleeding in your mouth. blood doesn't disgust him anyway, it's part of his job as doctor
caleb
similar to zayne, will not hesitate to cook soft and liquid food for you. he'll even insist that you stop all kinds of activity / movements, because it can increase pain (he's just exaggerating so he can dote on you even more)
will take videos of you if you are under anesthesia lol even if you aren't, he's filming you. will tease you about how you look like a cute hamster, your cheeks are puffed up
every time you ask him for something, he's imitating back your voice in a baby tone, just to annoy you lol
all joking aside, caleb will always make sure that you are ok. he'll do whatever you ask, so take advantage of him (please do, it might make him happier than you)
sylus
i sincerely believe that sylus would try to convince you and the dentist to remove one wisdom teeth at a time (if it is multiple) lol he can't stand seeing you in pain and would absolutely try to avoid too much procedure
he'll be a lot more irritated at the dentists staff (unfortunately) than you'd think ; in his mind, if you are under too much pain, then it means that the dentist did not do a proper job (that's not how it works though, sylus ...)
y'all better believe that sylus isn't letting you off his lap until you fully recover. i believe that internally, he's panicking more than zayne lol he won't let his worry show (to not burden you) but his actions are rooted deep in concern for your health. he'll say something along the line of : if you walk kitten, it can aggravate the pain. there is no need to be strong right now, just rest and let me take care of you sweetie
sylus is like those helicopter pet owners, you know ? their pet is injured and the owner is already grieving lol
xavier
the calmest one out of all the lads lol not because he is nonchalant (we all know he really is far from it) but because he feels kind of ... helpless ?
xavier doesn't want to voice it out, but he genuinely doesn't really have a clue on how to help you. he'll watch videos about the procedure of wisdom teeth removals, the recovery process, the risks of infections, people posting about their own journey, etc ... but still, at the end, everyone is different on what their own recovery journey looks like
definitely the quiet type, rather than trying to make jokes (like caleb) or lecture you (like zayne). xavier can be quite ... intense, when he gets into his calm and quiet role lol
it's like he's staring dead at you, just waiting for you to tell him what you need. it's like he is dissociating from stress lol obviously, even if he isn't too knowledgeable about this, you can still expect xavier to take good care of you
warm blankets, hot and warm foods ready at all times, painkillers, ice pack to help with the swelling, house chores all done
he'll also insist that you sleep on top of him, so that it can help with ''swelling and bleeding'' (totally unrelated, but can you deny him with his cute puppy eyes?)
you can always forget about leaving xavier's line of sight. he'll contain his own need to run a strict program, but don't test his patience. if his own stress and concern overrides his self-restraint, he'll actually become quite dominant and strict / mean (daddy xavier)
rafayel
sincerely believes that it's a dumb procedure and thinks the dentist is just trying to scam people for more money lol
will absolutely crash out if the staff are not giving you the proper queen treatment. rafayel is the type to go on their website and leave a nasty comment (if he deems their behavior unprofessional lol)
while rafayel might be loud and dramatic, he actually is very good at taking care of people. more than what others think
he won't actively voice it out, but concern is rooted deep in his brain and he can't rest properly until he sees you resting
he'll nag and complain about the entire situation (not you, never you), but things are done and you are taken care of. he's very similar to zayne when it comes to taking care of you : clinical, dependable, efficient and strict
he'll pretend to be disgusted at the sight of blood, but will absolutely crash out if you dare change your own gauze, or try to eat by yourself. he'll insist on spoon feeding you
absolutely loves the game, but won't admit it out loud. says he ''likes it because you like it'', says the only reason he plays it is because he enjoys gaming with you
deep down, he finds the game calming, relaxing, and a way to boost his creativity. the type to say that this game is good for your brain because of XYZ (he's just using this as an excuse to spend hours on it without you nagging him about the health of his eyes)
takes the creation of miis very seriously ; takes time to consider their personality, their likes, etc ... will try to create all kinds of stuff for his island and watches tutorials carefully
he'll create a you and him version ; will absolutely try to make them both fall in love and marry each other
if your mii falls in love with someone else, you can bet that zayne will watch tutorials on how to force a break up
caleb
finds it cute and a good way to game with you for hours
unlike zayne, he takes the game with a grain of salt. all of his miis are very ... questionable and weird lol caleb's island is like a mix of different multiverse, his miis are inspired from his interests (for instance, superheroes, pilots, NBA players, cartoon characters, etc ...)
this game is a way for caleb to just be silly in his own way, but also to make you laugh and entertained by his island. while he loves to game with you, he prefers if you were to watch him play
like zayne, he will not hesitate to force a break up if your mii falls in love with someone else. heck, he'll even take the extra step and delete that mii
his island is a mess, pure chaos yet somehow it all falls perfectly into place. caleb will also absolutely look into your island and miis, just in case you know ?
sylus
his island is very boring and limited : there are only 5 miis in there. guess who ? sylus, mephisto, the twins and you
he'll turn mephisto and the twins as kids, that way they can't fall in love with your mii (though he won't voice this out, he'll say some dumb excuse that mephisto technically isn't a grown-up and the twins are ... well, they are the twins)
his island is practically a copy and paste of his mansion. sylus will create stuff that look oddly like his jewelry collection
internally gets shy and a bit nervous when you're watching him play the game. he'll never say it but he feels shy that you might think his island and creations are ugly. and because of this, he prefers to watch you play (will only play with you if you really insist)
prefers to have his hands and arms busy with the real you while you game anyway
xavier
absolutely loves this bonding time with you, will try to find a time in everyday life to play tomodachi together. you're on your console, xavier on his, your bodies close and laying down next to each other -- xavier gets so happy that little orbs of light float around the house
his island is his inner world, his own little Uluru if you will. all the miis are different versions of you and him -- nobody else. that way, you can only fall in love with him, and vice versa
every time he creates something, he'll ask your opinion : do you like it ? what should i add ? what food should i draw ? is this color okay ? he's asking you all these questions not because he lacks creativity, but because he wants you to decide what his island will have, what his miis will wear, eat, and use
everything in his island is about you and your likes
rafayel
takes this game VERY seriously. more than zayne. i mean obviously, this game is all about creativity
his island is Lemuria. his miis are based on his real friends and loved ones. will not allow his mii and yours to fall in love with another person. you and him will repopulate Tomodachi Lemuria
draws everything ; the foods, the clothes, the hairs, the eyes, the face, the floor, the houses, etc ...
can even obsess on this game, to the point that he'd rather paint and draw on tomodachi than in real life (unfortunately for thomas)
will not hesitate to take control over your island (when you are away) to add his own creations. says that it's to make your island ''prettier'' but deep down, he just wants to add more of ''rafayel'' in it
🍓Genuinely grieving this game like I lost a loved one. I think my personal thoughts on the matter should stay personal, but I am incredibly upset about the direction infold/Ppg decided to take. Ofc, I haven’t given up, I’m not a fucking quitter, but still. So… I’m introducing you guys to my six awesome OCs. I hope everyone likes my new original characters!! (Is it lazy to do the same format again? lol?)
TW: Toxic behaviors (all of them except like Valko are creeps, what did you expect); Blatant favoritism of Caleb (as always); Sexual references (nothing explicit, but most of them have a little nod to sexual intercourse)
Zayne: 7.5/10
Walk with me here. Zayne is a sleeper when it comes to… well… everything. He is so incredibly level and cool, you wouldn’t expect him to be half as possessive as he is, but he is. He doesn’t like taking risks, especially when you’re the one involved. That lends to him sort of being controlling when he doesn’t like someone around you. While he is level headed, he’s not afraid to assert himself when he feels like someone is going too far — or even you’re going too far. While it doesn’t happen often, it does end with you on your knees for him always. Do with that what you will, but don’t push him too far. He’s not morally self righteous enough to stop himself from locking you away if he sees it fit.
Xavier: 10000000/10
Where is Charlie? Xavier gets jealous without logic — well, without reasonable logic. Truly, he only wants you to want this version of himself. He needs the reassurance that you rely on him, that you want him as badly as he wants you. So, anyone who challenges that is a threat to the stability of your relationship. He is so ready to go as low as he can just to make sure you remain by his side. He’s a loyal knight bowing his sword at your feet… but he also isn’t afraid to use that sword in your name. There is a kill count attached to your name and you probably have no idea how big that number is. There is also the fact that he’s completely willing to limit you if he feels the need to? He’s a real mess.
Rafayel: 8/10
Rafayel doesn’t like to share your attention, that’s just a given. He’s spent how long waiting for you? How many times have you left him to suffer alone? Excuse him for being a little overprotective. Really, though, he’s surprisingly chill despite how easily annoyed he gets with others around you. Handles everything with a placid smile and honeyed words you know he doesn’t mean, all so he can get whatever little parasite in your space away from you. He knows you and him belong together, he knows you’ll always be his, but he takes a certain delight in asserting that fact. Both to you and whatever unlucky stranger comes your way. (Be very careful, he’s also willing to take away “freedoms” if he deems it necessary).
Sylus: 9/10
It’s not that it happens often, Sylus is very sure of your relationship. The connection you share with him is special, and he doubts any man in the world could ever possibly provide you with what he does (in every sense). However… he’s not pleasant when he DOES get jealous. He knows you will always chose him, you will always come back to him one way or another. Your offender does not know that, and so… Sylus has to make it known! Usually it’s done in subtle shows of claim; Arm around your shoulder, well placed words, maybe a few sharp looks. It’s not so bad in most cases. There is the very rare chance, though, that someone goes a little too far. He’s not above taking care of them, so to speak, and he’s not ashamed to tell you about it either. He did it for you after all, you should know.
Caleb: 10/10
The breeze could tussle your hair and he’d get annoyed because he wasn’t the one doing it. Okay, that’s a stretch, he’s not Xavier… but he’s pretty bad. Caleb’s whole persona is built around the idea of you needing him so much, nobody else could possibly replace him. If someone shows interest in you, bad times are coming. Caleb watches every single interaction you have with other people like he’s waiting for a bomb to go off, and he always has notes to take away from it. This person is too touchy, this person is too attentive, this person talks too much, and the list goes on and on and on. You are very lucky he is so weak to your whims, otherwise he probably would have locked you away by now. He’s still more than happy to do so if something goes a little too far, but until that happens, he’s happy to remind you as many times as you need who you belong to :P
Valko: 5/10
By some miracle, Mr. ABO himself is the most normal guy on the list. Ain’t that something? Don’t get me wrong, Valko DOES get jealous, he’s not a fan of sharing his things… but he also handles it like a functioning adult. He doesn’t feel the need to restrict you or threaten the other persons life (unless, you know, they’re a creep), he knows how to assert himself without doing all that. He’s also easy to appease after the fact. He trusts your loyalty to him, and the jealousy and annoyance he feels is only because HE wants your attention ALL the time. Even when he probably should be focused on other things. Like his j*b. Lol.
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