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RESIDENT EVIL 2 REMAKE (2019) / RESIDENT EVIL: REQUIEM (2026)
★ — it's not me, it's you !
summary: in which you (jokingly) tell the lads boys that they're not your type.
ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus & caleb
notes: established relationship (!!!!) for all of them bc it felt a little angsty to do it pre-relationship LOL, xavier is a little cutie, zayne is cocky, raf is strange, sylus is reader enabler no. 1, caleb is also...strange. no explicit mentions of gender!!! only tiiiiny suggestive mentions in sylus's texts (i need him can you tell), that's it (i think) ^^
p.s. any and all grammar or spelling mistakes are not my fault...i literally just work here...reader/mc is a taaaad bit mean but that's the nature of the prank i swear...these are all very silly and loving relationships...this is also based on a req by @wildest-dreams-at-midnight I HOPE YOU LIKE IT SNOWWWWWW ദ്ദി(。•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊ thanks for always being #thegoat
a/n: i actually had to try to make AND post this smau three (3) separate times because my power went out three (3) separate times so that is sooooo fun !!!! (spare me i can't make it a fourth i'm terrified as i write this...)(not rlly but yk)(anyway) ty for reading (- -)(_ _)
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݁˖𝜗ৎ Sylus has one weakness: you. fluff/angst(?)
To everyone the first impression they’d get of Sylus would usually be along the lines of intimidating, charming, assertive. He always seemed like he was playing 4d chess inside his mind, already moving the pawns two steps ahead of anyone else. Never entering a situation without a plan, and even if the plan failed - which it very rarely did - he’d whisk up a new plan out of thin air and execute it perfectly.
He was like that in his personal life as well, you were to find out. So incredibly attentive to you he’d learnt your habits before you even noticed you’d formed any.
Like whenever you’d pick up a croissant, he’d already be sliding a plate underneath your hands, knowing some flakes falling were inevitable, but you just couldn’t help yourself - grabbing the delicious pastry in a hurry to get a taste.
Or a towel appearing on the rack each time you had sleepily dragged yourself in the shower, your brain in a state of forgetting even the simplest things.
He was always there in his quiet, sure ways.
And you never quite understood how he managed to keep so calm, always riling you up and then smiling widely at your cute tantrums. Yet he himself was never explosive with you.
Not when you’d managed to stain his brand new slacks with expensive red wine in your clumsiness. Not when you’d accidentally scraped one of his favourite records or dropped the cast iron pot on his toes.
Always so composed, so understanding. You’d began to think he was the epitome of self regulation, that there was nothing that could set him off.
That was, until you once managed not to return from your mission in time. Sylus had lost connection to Mephisto as well, the fluctuating protofield blocking his transmitters.
One foot almost out the door, the only thing keeping him stationed was the thought of you giving him an earful if he ever came to rescue you like a damsel in distress simply because you were 10 minutes late.
So he resorted to keeping himself busy, retreating to his armory downstairs and giving a gun after another a polishing of their lifetime. And that’s where you found him another 10 minutes later.
You’d returned unscathed, Mephisto perched on your shoulder, surprised to be greeted with empty hallways as you marched through the front doors. The only sound your own footsteps echoing, and you’d softly called out ”Sy?” receiving no answer.
Mephisto had then taken flight and shown you the way, leading you to the stairs down to Sylus’ sanctuary.
He was standing angled to you, twisting a gun absetmindedly in his hand and going over it’s parts with a rag held in the other. He was staring at nothing, brows furrowed and jaw tense.
”Sy?” You called to him softly, but again receiving no reaction. You walked up to him and looked at his face — a deep crease in between his brows, his eyes devoid of light, not really focused on anything. He didn’t even seem to register your presence next to him, his hand cluthing the rag so hard his knuckles were white.
You reached out with both hands, cupping around his face.
”Sylus.”
As if woken from trance, he was startled and his widened eyes gradually moved from the wall to you, turning his head in your hold. When your eyes met, he held your gaze for a second and his eyes glossed over, before he hastily threw the items aside and pulled you into a crushing hug, his entire body trembling.
You returned the hug instantly, pressing your head in the crook of his neck and felt how his shaky breaths kept slowing. You simply held each other like so, and you moved your fingers to softly play with the hairs at the back of his head, listening to the beating of his heart calm down.
Yes, Sylus was calculated, well prepared and reliable. He never seemed to let his emotions get the best of him. But in that moment you realised something that tugged harshly on your heartstrings.
He’d had no choice but to learn how to control his emotions, for he’d had no one but himself to lean on. No one to ever tell him it’s okay, no one to guide him. So he’d swallowed it all up and pushed it to the furthest corners of his mind.
But what he felt for you was bigger than life itself, breaching it’s way through the highest of walls he’d built up in his head. All consuming like a wildfire through the forest, ruthless in it’s path.
”It’s okay. I’m here, I’m safe.” You whispered and squeezed him even harder, if possible. Moving to leave the softest of kisses on his tear ridden cheek, in your mind you promised to never leave him alone again.
a/n. Formed a thought, had to vomit it ’on paper’, bon appétit.
"To be honest, I like it too... especially when I'm the glass."
"Do you want a turn?" You glance over at Sylus, who stands only a foot behind you. He's watching you at the claw machine rather intensely, tearing his focus from the swaying claw to your face.
"Hm? No sweetie, I'm fine."
Sylus is a good liar. A great one really. Frankly, there's probably no one on this planet who is able to distinguish between his truths and his lies.
With the sole exception of you, of course.
"I know you want to. Come on, you'll have fun!" You nudge him closer, stepping away so he can step up to the bright machine. There's a moment of hesitation on his face, but he doesn't protest when you nod at him encouragingly.
"If it will make you happy." He says as if he's placating you. Another lie, but you won't call him on it.
"Which one do you want?" Sylus asks over his shoulder. You shake your head, leaning against his arm to look into the machine.
"You're the one playing, aren't you? Get whichever one you like." His smirk softens into something sweeter. Gratefulness, maybe.
You're not at all surprised when he moves the claw to hover the fussy kitty plushie. He keeps a similar one on his nightstand. He's claimed to have never slept with it, but you'd snuck into the base one night to find it clutched in his arms so tight it was definitely suffocating.
"Wow! You got it!" You cheer as it falls through the chute, grinning at the childlike twinkle in his eyes as he retrieves it.
"For you." He offers the plushie, but you're quick to shake your head.
"No no, you earned that one fair and square. Keep it. Maybe it will remind you of me when we're apart." Your words make Sylus glance at the plushie a moment too long, before nodding slowly.
"Yes...yes I suppose it will."
The things I've bought during my vacation
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Happy CNY guys 🧧✨ manage to squeeze in some doodle shaoxi hollow master side hustle at family gathering
"We're not going out." Sylus's words sound firm, even if their meaning makes little sense to you, more so because your head feels full of cotton balls.
"What do you mean?" You sniffle slightly, your throat raspy. Sylus smirks ever so slightly, a face he makes whenever you amuse him.
It's a face you're very familiar with.
"You're sick. You won't have much fun if we go out." There's a tiny part of his voice that sounds disappointed. You're sure he is. He hadn't told you the details, but you know he had big plans for your first Valentines day as a couple.
"I can still go! I'm fine really!" It might have been convincing if you hadn't sneezed immediately after. Sylus chuckles, picking you up from your vanity with ease. You'd protest if he wasn't so warm and comfortable.
He settles you on the couch, carefully laying a blanket on you, and then another, and then one more for good measure.
"Are you hungry?" His hand presses to your forehead. The heat radiating off you must worry him, because he frowns.
"Can I have ice cream?" You pout up at him. His brow raises, clearly both aware of what you're doing and unable to resist it.
"...You shouldn't eat ice cream while sick."
"My doctor says it's okay."
"I need to meet this doctor of yours before your teeth rot out of your head."
Before you can dwell on THAT idea too much, Sylus retrieves the pint of ice cream, though it's not without reluctance. He doesn't allow you to pull your arms from the blanket, settling next to you and feeding you a small bite. You hum in satisfaction as it dulls the ache in your throat, leaning your head on his broad shoulder.
"When you feel better, I'll make it up to you. We'll have a proper Valentine's day." He murmurs into your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple. You shake your head as best you can, though a yawn creeps through as you do.
"This is the best Valentine's I've ever had. You know why? Cause it's with you."
Sylus waits for you to fall asleep to cry.
synopsis. caleb can't help but follow you into the shower
cw. fluff ˖ smut ˖ showering together ˖ penetration ˖ not proofread
caleb can't help himself sometimes. sliding open the shower door where you're currently lathering shampoo into your hair, the sight of his buff naked torso greets you as he steps inside with you. he's like a puppy, following you wherever you go.
you had failed to mention to him that you were going to shower, hence the pout on his face and the way he was grabbing onto your hips and clinging on to you. to caleb, who enjoyed doing everything with you— this was the biggest betrayal.
"why didn't you tell me you were gonna shower?" he pouts, mumbling against your shoulder.
you huff, hands pausing on the top of your head while you shoot him a glance from where he stands behind you. "because everytime you join me, it seems like we get more dirty first before we get clean. i just want to have a peaceful shower for once."
caleb raises his hands up in defense, "sorry, sorry." his hands immediately replace yours and he begins to gently massage your head. "i promise, no shenanigans today."
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Tender Gaze
Sylus sees his newborn baby’s eyes for the first time.
Sylus fluff, soft Sylus, papa Sylus 💕💕💕
I knoooow such a big jump from purring to hairbrushing and suddenly a baby??? I’m sorry my mind is all over the place >.<
I was actually inspired by an art post a few days back (which I will link down below because I think it’s nicer to see after the story) and it’s about papa Sylus holding his baby. In it, Sylus’ eyes are sooo so so soft huhu I just wanna hug him.
And I know y’all want Sylus to be a girl dad, but for personal reasons, it’s a baby boy in this story 🩵
wc: 950~
While you were pregnant, Sylus would often mention how much he wanted a mini-you. Your hair, your eyes, your smile, your everything. He would even lay his head near the precious swell of your belly, gently stroking it and asking the baby to “be good and choose your mother’s features,” to which you would laugh, ruffle his hair, and call him silly.
DAD-JOKES . . . SERIES M.LIST
Caleb’s older now, lounging on the couch with his four kids around him. His sons—teenagers at this point—are slouched in various states of I’m too cool for this while his little princess is painting her nails on the carpet. Caleb’s got that smug grin like he’s about to drop another one.
“Hey kids,” he starts, clearing his throat like he’s on stage.
Collective groans fill the room.
“Daaaad, no—” the oldest warns.
But Caleb doesn’t stop.
“Why did the scarecrow win an award?”
The middle son mutters, “Please stop.”
“Because he was outstanding in his field.”
Silence.
Then his daughter throws her head back with a loud, “DADDY, THAT’S SO BAD!” but she’s giggling despite herself.
The youngest son covers his face with his hands like, “Why is this my bloodline…?”
The oldest is texting you like, Mother, pls collect your husband.
Caleb beams, completely unbothered. “Oh, I’ve got more. Hey princess,” he turns to his daughter, “what did the ocean say to the shore?”
“…what?”
“Nothing, it just waved.”
Cue the chorus of groaaan, “oh my GOD, DAD.”
And the worst part? He laughs at his own jokes harder than anyone else. Like, full belly laugh, wiping tears from his eyes, while his children just stare at him like he’s committed war crimes.
But here’s the kicker—when the kids try to fight back? Doesn’t work.
Oldest son: “You’re so old, Dad.”
Caleb: “I prefer the term classic.”
Middle son: “Your jokes are fossilized.”
Caleb: “Guess that makes me a rock star.”
He’s UNSTOPPABLE. The only one who sometimes laughs genuinely is his daughter—because no matter how lame his jokes are, she loves her dad too much to hold back her giggles. And Caleb? He looks at her like she hung the moon every time she cracks a smile.
Meanwhile, you? You’re in the kitchen, sipping coffee with a smirk, because you know for a fact the kids have inherited his sense of humor whether they admit it or not.
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I was playing the main story line today and Zayne asked this.
I was like, girl imagine if you told this poor man EVERYTHING 😂
his whole world in the basket