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Not in for the reason most would immediately think, but because you have a habit of dancing when you enjoy it.
The first time he noticed, the two of you were at a newer restaurant and, under the din of conversation, he could hear a radio playing. He chalked it up to you subconsciously hearing the beat.
The second time was when the two of you stopped for homemade gelato, but again, there was music. A lively little band playing at the bar next door's back patio.
With a shrug, and a grin, you were too cute when it happened, it fell to the back of his mind.
Sylus finally caught on when the next time he saw it, his chef had made you one of your favorite comfort meals. There was no music, nothing that could even be mistaken as any type of beat, and yet you wiggled back and forth on the stool as it was placed in front of you.
Added some arm motions after taking a bite.
He had laughed, the light kind that pulls your attention instantly. You had asked him what was funny, and he just said, "You."
You cocked your head, confused, and he shook his, feeding you a line about getting the fanciest grilled cheese in all of the N109 Zone and Linkon.
It quickly turned into a private game, one he enjoyed greatly for two reasons. The first was that he was able to spend time with you, which made anything palatable. The second was the excuse to dress you up and take you out.
Now, not everything the two of you ate was high end - Micheline star rated. Sometimes he would indulge your whims to go to some place a co-worker had mentioned off handed that you wanted to try.
What he realized quickly, however, was that whatever version of the dance escaped you was a fairly accurate indicator of the food.
You nearly always had a little shimmy when the plate was set before you, especially if it was visually appealing.
From there, after the first bite, it would range. If it was alright, you bounced your head. If it was good, a shoulder shimmy would make it's way out. The next level was a full body shake that he could only describe as a mini twist, but on a minute scale. As if a puppy was wagging it's tail.
But he knew it was delicious when your hands joined the fray. Sometimes the pumped the air right in front of you. Sometimes it was a little wider, out to the sides, while your whole body bounced back and forth.
If that dance slipped out, he would mark down the restaurant as one to return to later.
You had caught him once, staring, waiting for you to take your first bite. Sylus had been doing that for a while, leaning forward, fork in hand, but nothing moved to his mouth until after you had fully taken yours.
You had teased him - asking if he was using you to test for poison, and he had snorted and shook his head, taking a bite to subtly encourage you to eat what was in front of you.
Sylus wasn't even sure you consciously realized you were doing it or if it was because you were comfortable with him you didn't care that you did.
Either way, it was one of the many small things about you he kept tucked away close to his heart. There were many things about you to love - but your little happy food dance was one of his absolute favorites.
⋆｡°✩ when you’re first getting to know each other, you have severe rbf. how do they react?
it’s not that caleb wants to be so charismatic. he captivates people on accident—the world seems to fall at his feet wherever he goes.
but you? you’re an outlier. you’re the only person he's ever had to try to charm.
he brushes off the lovestruck looks from everyone else, but his heart skips a beat when you deign to look in his general direction. it’s a problem, he realizes, that you’re usually scowling when you do.
his first resort? kill you with kindness.
he’ll offer to carry your groceries, put air in your tires, fix your leaking faucet. just ring the bell, and he’s at your service.
each time, he shoots you his dazzling, boyish grin, only moderately hoping it’ll vaporize whatever immunity you have to him
while his warmth is deliberate, none of it is an act. he lives for the little favors he does for you, and he genuinely wants to get to know you better
still, whenever you cross paths, you just seem to resent him. so when he gets the chance, he tries to glean information from people closer to you.
if your friend is around, he’ll make casual conversation, like, “hey, they’re kinda prickly sometimes, huh?”
used to this by now, your friend holds in a snort. “no, they just look like that. people always think they’re mad, but it’s their natural face.”
he’s relieved you don’t have some age-old vendetta against him, but he feels guilty for assuming. especially now that he’s gone behind your back to get the truth instead of asking you directly
tells himself he’ll stop sneaking around for information about you in the future
doesn’t
rafayel is on the fence. on the one hand, that could just be your neutral expression, and that's perfectly fine. on the other, every time you look at him like he’s no more than a barnacle, the walls start closing in. as does the doubt.
gradually, he begins orchestrating situations where you'll find him favorable so you associate him with positive things. then you’ll have to like him, right?
how dare that beluga splash you at the aquarium! don’t worry, he keeps a towel in his bag. you know, just in case stuff like this happens.
no pictures allowed on your museum tour? why don’t you come to his studio instead? take home the piece of your choice.
at the beach and a crab pinches your ankle? don’t worry, he’ll tell it off! (and secretly slip it a sand dollar when you’re not looking)
eventually, after one too many coincidences, you ask what he's doing
when he comes clean, you’re bewildered. where did he ever get the idea that you didn't like him? couldn’t he see how much you enjoyed spending time with him? how flustered you got every time he sidled up to you to save the day?
the realization makes you both sheepish, but overall, it’s a win-win. you can be yourself without worry, and he can stop bribing sea creatures to do his bidding.
xavier thinks it’s hot.
at first.
when a while passes and you’re still glaring daggers at him, then he’s genuinely concerned you don’t like him. and a bit frightened
when you see animals, you smile. when you see flowers, you smile. but when you open up your front door and see him standing on the other side? you look at him like he's a trespasser.
he’s standoffish and sulky while he considers whether to ask you about it, but it’s a short debate.
after some confusion and slight mortification on your part—you truly did not realize you were trying to evaporate him with your eyes—you reassure him that you do like him and would like to keep seeing him. multiple times, ending in couch cuddles
whenever you mean mug him in the future, he reaches out two fingers to stretch your lips into a grin, a smile of his own shining back at you
after the first few attempts to bat his hand away, you give up
sylus isn’t too bothered. anyone who leads onychinus needs a good poker face, after all.
he's used to people judging him by his appearance. he doesn’t want to do the same to you.
one day, luke and kieran ask why you’re angry, but you feel perfectly fine. for the next 20 minutes, they recount how your resting face instills fear in the hearts of gods.
self-conscious, you go to sylus and ask for the truth. have you ever scared him or made him feel uncomfortable?
“not at all,” he replies, a wry grin on his lips. “because i know what it’s like when people deem you ‘scary’ without giving you a chance to prove them wrong.”
he sees through your mask, and he takes note of the subtlest changes in your expression. he can tell between your :|, your :/, your c:, and your :). to him, they’re distinctly different, each with their own special color
all your expressions, or lack thereof…you’re just another language he's fluent in.
now, he just has to start tutoring the twins
sometimes, you and zayne just stare at each other. an outsider would find it nonsensical, but no. you’re communicating.
albeit awkwardly.
it’s basically a stalemate, the way you analyze each other’s microexpressions: every eyebrow raise, every twitch of the lips, every nose scrunch.
still, neither of you are stars at reading body language, and you come up short trying to figure out each other’s true feelings.
it’s best for you to be direct with each other. ask how the other is doing, if they're having fun or if they're tired. are they hungry, thirsty? is there somewhere else they’d like to go?
it’s the only escape from the cycle of miscommunication.
rbf x rbf. as much as it’s an obstacle, it's also an asset. on your first date, you take a stroll through a street market. you both look so unapproachable, so unintentionally cold, that not even the bravest vendor hounds you to buy from them. in your own little bubble of extra-strict faces, you're free to explore at your own pace.
at the end of a perfect night, you bid each other farewell—with matching timid smiles
Sylus would be so stressed with having an independent woman.
don’t get him wrong. he does not want to undermine you or put you on a leash. he does not, in any way, want to make you financially dependent on him because you never have to ask for money from him. it is always and should always be readily available to you without you having to ask.
and for that one simple reason, things should be easy enough for him, right?
wrong.
Sylus has never been made so upset so quickly any time you refuse to let him treat you or take you out for a shopping spree. you might as well tell that man you hate him because why are you denying yourself the right to be spoiled, kitten?
don't even mention the time he got so offended when you said you wanted to split the bill or god forbid pay for the whole thing at a restaurant. please never insult that man like that again, you're breaking his heart.
the way he would constantly check his phone for bank notifications and finding none because you just refuse to use his black card. you’d think he would be more glad that you’re not with him solely for his money but you’re starting to believe that he wants you to use him for his money.
“sweetie…” he lamented, almost bordering on desperate now. “what’s the point of having all this wealth if i don’t want to share it with my favourite person in the entire universe?”
it’s kind of sweet how much he wants to, in a sense, cushion you from incurring any sort of financial cost. capitalism loves to see this man coming and he knows this and he’s more than willing to bear the brunt of it if it means you would remain untouched by it.
but at the same time, it’s funny to watch him become visibly displeased when he sees you whip out your own bank card to buy stuff. and he gets sick of it to the point where one day, he just snatches it out of your hand.
“Sylus! hey, give that back!” you exclaimed, trying to reach for it. he ignores you in favor of using his card to tap on the machine at the counter and effectively paying for your slushie.
“i will be holding onto this for now.” he smirks as he pockets your card. “where else are we headed to next, kitten?”
yeah, consider your finances under lockdown beyond that point. and don’t be surprised to find his card and only his listed as the only payment method for when you’re shopping online. be even less surprised when only his card is the only one you find in your purse and yours is nowhere to be found.
just let that man pay for all your things and stop giving him chest pains.
xavier loves when you get longer nails so you can scratch his head when he rests it in your lap, and if you stop for even a second he'll whine and peak open his eyes up at you like a disappointed cat until you keep going
sylus runs warm, and most of the time you end up not even covered by his plush duvet, but by him. His arms snug around your waist and his head on your chest the perfect blanket as you fall asleep.
zayne has this cute way of teasing you by stealing your candy on occasion. He'll kiss your cheek then your lips, lulling you into a false sense of affection then will slip the candy right out of your mouth with that slight smile on his face.
caleb puts you an air jail when you're being petty and giving him the silent treatment, and only lets you down if you agree to give him a kiss and tell him why "his pipsqueek is being so moody."
rafayel insists on applying your lipgloss/lipstick for you. He always steals your lip gloss before you can put it on yourself, insisting that his artist's eye can do it better. He'll gently tilt your chin up with two fingers, carefully applying it while studying your face with far more concentration than the task requires. Once he's finished, he'll lean back with a satisfied smile and hum, "Perfect."
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"What if i were? What if i died right here of low blood sugar because my wife refused to let me have one macaron?” The seriousness in his voice might have fooled anyone but you.
"Stop being dramatic. You’re not going to die of hypoglycemia just by skipping one macaron right after your dental appointment.” With that said, you snatch the plate from his hands and head straight to the kitchen to hide them somewhere he can't find.
When you come back to the living room, you see Zayne lying on the couch with his eyes closed, body still. “Zayne, are you okay?”
A small smile appears on his face at your concerned voice and you roll your eyes. You can't believe what lengths this grown ass doctor with a prestigious medical degree could go for sweets.
You decide to play along and walk over to him, crouching down on the floor. "Oh no. Did the famous cardiac surgeon of Akso hospital dr Zayne Li die of hypoglycemia?” You fake mourn his pretend death. “What a tragedy! I have no choice but to check his heartbeat."
His smile grows bigger, awaiting your touch on his chest, instead he feels them on his crotch.
He grabs your hands off almost immediately and pulls you on top of him, looking equally amused as surprised. "Do you think my heart is located there?”
“It’s not my fault that they're both big and do a very good job in loving me. Anyone could be easily mistaken.” you say while tracing a huge penis on his chest.
He seemed pleased with your answer. “What if i propose a deal? You show me how much you love me by giving me one macaron and i dedicate both my big attributes to love you back?”
“You're trying to sell your body for one macaron?”
He innocently nods, and you giggle. "As tempting as your offer is, Zaynie." You pat his chest and climb off him. "I'm going to have to pass."
"So my wife would rather see me dead than let my teeth rot?”
You shake your head, he's acting like a man in withdrawal except his addiction is sweet and so is his suffering. You almost pity him, “Yes, no sweets for..... a month.”
His face falls comically and you turn away, already running before he becomes more dramatic.
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