#lads fluff

[mwphisto]

The concept of saving up a ton of money to buy Sylus a really expensive present. Like I’m talking saving up all year to drop like $18,000 on a custom designed watch or something priced absolutely crazy to a normal human.

You give it to him, all giddy and wide eyed as he opens it. Watch him study it, pick it up and admire every little detail about it. Telling you how much he loves it, going on and on about how sweet and thoughtful you are. Until…

“I saved up all year to have it made for you!”

You saved up? You spent your money? Your money?

Sylus tries to hide his expression, immediately horrified by the idea that you spent your hard earned money on him. Someone who has more money than he’ll ever know what to do with. Who practically begs you to be self indulgent on his card… “Sy… do you not like it?”

“I love it, very much. It just may be one of my most prized possessions now.” And he means, truly he does.

But mentally he’s planning on wiring you $100,000.

[zaynezone]

"You were so...fat."

Zayne frowns at you, gaze flicking between your face and the photo album you're holding, currently open to a page of him as a baby.

"I believe I was an average size at this age." He notes, flipping to the next page. Sure enough, there's another picture of his chubby cheeked toddler face smiling toothily at the camera. Immediately, you coo.

"You were such a fat baby! I could just eat you up." As if to satisfy said urge, you squeeze his hand tightly, eagerly flipping to the next page.

This photo is one of his earliest, only a few months old in his crib. He can admit that he does look quite chubby in this one. Apparently, he was a large baby. You make an odd noise, practically squealing as you suddenly grab his face, squeezing his no-longer-chubby cheeks.

"Look how cute you were! I hope our babies are this cute." You sigh, pulling away from him to once again admire the photos.

Zayne however, is thinking at a mile a minute.

You had said "our" babies. Did you want children with him? Of course, he knew the two of you were in a moderately serious relationship and having children was likely going to be a topic of conversation eventually but still...

"I hope they look like you." He murmurs, leaning closer to smell your sweet perfume. You smile softly, mirroring his actions to rest closer to him.

"For the sake of their cheeks, that would probably be best."

[luvzayne]

you invited sylus as a plus one to your friend’s wedding, and sylus, finding it as an opportunity to be presented as your arm candy, accepted it without further hesitation. 

the wedding was beautiful. sylus hands you a handkerchief while you teared up witnessing your friend recite her vows, feeling emotional as you can hear the raw emotion of love seep into her words. 

you loved love, and you loved seeing your friends experience love with their partners, you knew they deserved. 

the reception came, it was no less beautiful than the wedding, and sylus could already see the way your gaze fixates on the decor, how your eyes linger on the color palettes and tableware. 

he didn’t need his aether core to know that you were already imagining your own wedding. 

in the middle of the reception, you stood up as the women in the venue gathered in the middle, the bride turning her back on the crowd as the gentleman watched from the sidelines.

it was time for the infamous bouquet toss. 

sylus stands to the side, a relaxed smile on his face as he watches you stand by the side, not really drawing much attention to yourself. 

you were giggling with the other guests and bridesmaids, pointing playfully at each other, as if predicting who was most likely to get the bouquet. 

a countdown was held. the bride tossed it behind her shoulder, you and the crowd jumped to reach out for the bouquet. 

only for the bouquet to awkwardly dangle on the chandelier as it got stuck. 

sylus sees as you immediately step to the side, letting the guests jump and grab at the bouquet that was hanging by the ribbon. 

you met sylus’ eye, and smiled. 

you gave him a shrug; you were not about to fight over a bouquet. your pride wouldn’t let you. 

sylus, however had another idea. 

he places the wine glass he sported on the table behind him before he casually walks to where you stood. 

a yelp escapes your lips. you find your butt resting on sylus’s shoulder as he hoists you up, giving you a needed height boost. 

the women were left shocked as he walked towards the chandelier, you immediately got the hint as you reached for the dangling bouquet with no difficulty. 

he smirks, setting you down, planting a kiss on your temple before he steps back to where the other men watched with their jaws dropped. you couldn’t help the flustered giggle that leaves your lips as the women swarm over you, slapping your arm playfully while they whisper about your boyfriend. 

turns out, you weren’t the only one imagining a wedding in your head. truthfully, sylus was already planning to propose whether or not you won the bouquet toss.

though, getting the blessing of tradition was definitely a welcomed plus.  

inspired by that one tiktok i saw that went exactly like this <3 (just the reception bit)

[snoozer-crow]

thinking againnn....

sylus who thinks you're really cute when you're sleepy enough to make you act a bit dazed and out of it!! his teasing voice and soft touches and the adoration and love in his eyes as he gazes down at you..,mgggdfggh

"Aw, baby," he coos as you climb into bed beside him, just barely having dragged yourself through your nighttime routine. You barely even notice his tone of voice, just nuzzling into his warm palm when he cups your face. "Are you sleepy? Hmmm?"

You nod, and he hums, softly stroking your cheek with his thumb. He studies your features for a few moments, watching as you start to doze off against his hand like a cat.

You fight off the urge to sleep in order to look up at him with half-open eyes and mumble something unintelligible, causing a smirk to grow on his face as he huffs out a laugh. "What was that, sweetie?"

You try to repeat yourself, but all that comes out of your lips is gibberish. Sylus chuckles, not bothering to ask a second time. He just threads his free hand beneath your (his) shirt to gently run his nails up and down your back. You sigh, melting at his touch and slumping forward.

"Mmm, come closer," he murmurs, and you obey, nuzzling into his chest. "Thaaat's it. Let me hold you."

He guides you to lie down with him, and you follow pliantly, already halfway to dreamland.

"Sweet dreams, my beloved. I love you."

[mrsqins]

you introduce a gold star system to sylus. needless to say, things get chaotic very quickly!

sylus didn't notice anything different until there was a solid collection of gold stars on his fridge.

he thought it was amusing. was this some kind of reward system? you hadn't said anything on the matter, and as long as the stars kept growing, he would let you do as you wished.

he started keeping track of it. anytime he complimented you, or gave you a new gun, or took over a chore, there it was. a new gold star to his ever growing stack.

he was proud. even though it went unspoken between you both, he was clearly doing something good.

but then, disaster struck.

suddenly, one star was gone. then two, then three, until a good chunk was missing.

and all sylus could do was panic.

had he done something wrong? were you upset with him? did he do something you didn't like without knowing?

he had to investigate.

he was extra careful with you the following days, quiet where he would usually tease, gentle where he would usually let his strength get the best of him.

and oh, were you laughing about it when you were out of his sight.

when no new gold stars were added to his list, he was getting desperate. buying everything he laid his eyes on that reminded him of you, presenting you with bouquet after bouquet when you came home from work, cleaning the base from floor to ceiling..

and still, there was no new stars.

he caved, finally. pulled you into a tight hug and buried his face into your neck, as if that would grant him your mercy.

"i'm sorry," he breathed, rubbing his cheek against you, "i'll make it up to you. do you want a new gun? a car? do you want to go on a date? i'll do anything, just-"

"just what, sy?" keeping your composure had never been harder than when he looked at you, red eyes wide.

".. just give me my gold stars back."

and he sounded so sad, so scared that he had lost your favor, that you couldn't help but burst out laughing, kissing his cheek.

"alright, i'll give them back." when he still didn't look happy, you squeezed his cheeks gently, "i'll even give you ten more, since you've been such a good boy."

the twins couldn't help noticing how bright their boss was that day.

(and frankly, sylus, the twins and mephisto were more well behaved when you started offering prizes along with your gold stars.)

a/n : for this request !!

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[starkissedxav]

a/n: i watched the livestream and im an impatient chud …. take this … might be ooc but hashtag idgaf (i do gaf please tell me what u guys think)

“so when you wear headphones…” you trail off as your eyes focus on the set of fluffy burgundy ears atop his head.

“i put them on my ears like everyone else, dollface” valko replies, brows slightly furrowed as he stares at you. “where else would i put them?”

“which ones though?” you ask, valkos mouth opens slightly at your question, a small huff of laughter leaving his lips. he grab the headphones from the coffee table, slipping them over his head and sliding them over his human ears.

“like this, obviously,” he smiles at you, amber eyes softly looking at the way you cock your head slightly, adorable. “what did you think i did?”

“don’t your other ears hurt though?” your hand reaches for the ears pinned under the headphone band, letting them free from where they were pinned and scratching softly. valkos eyes flutter shut for a moment, opening them quickly when he feels you take the headphones off his head. “what if you wore them like this instead?”

you giggle slightly as you placed the muffs on his wolf ears, laughing as valkos eyes widened slightly.

“doll this is ridiculous-” his protests are cut short as the headphone lose their balance and fall on his face. you gasp sljghtly, smile wide on your face as you reach out to move them. valko only shakes his head slightly, eyes narrowing playfully at you. “that’s why i don’t wear them that way,” he mumbles, eyes still trained on you.

you can’t help but flush under his gaze, snatching the headphones off his head quickly. he shakes his head, an angry pout of his lips as he stares at you putting the headphones back on the table.

“are you satisfied now?” the scowl on his face only makes you wanna jump his bones even more. you pretend to think for a second.

“if you wore jeans in your wolf form-" valko doesn’t let you finish your sentence, immediately growling and tackling you onto the couch. he wastes no time in letting his face nuzzle into your neck, nipping slightly before taking in a deep breath.

“no more hypotheticals dollface, only cuddles.”

“greedy wolf” you mumble out, smiling when he lets out a high pitched whine, tail wagging slowly as your arms wrap around him. “my greedy wolf,” you correct, biting back laughter when his tail smacks roughly against your leg as it wags.

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[princessxmin]

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."

♡ princessxmin please do not alter, copy or translate my work !

[lvl1l1]

Sylus isn’t the guy who waits for your birthday to drop something huge on you.

He’ll just… do it. Random Tuesday in March, you wake up to him already dressed, leaning in the bedroom doorway with that lazy half-smirk, tossing a set of keys onto the bed like it’s nothing.

“Get up. Yours now.”

You stare at the key; matte black, sleek logo you recognize instantly. Your brain short-circuits for a solid five seconds.

“…Sylus, what the fuck is this?”

He shrugs. “Your new car, sweetie. Parked downstairs. Figured the matte red would look good with your new gear.”

You’re still blinking at the keys. “You bought me a sports car. On a random day. Because…?”

“Because I saw it and thought you’d look hot driving it.” He says it like that’s the only explanation required. No card, no ribbon, no celebratory card. Just him, already walking toward the kitchen like he didn’t just change your entire driveway situation.

Birthdays and holidays are different with him.

Those are quieter. More private.

On your actual birthday he doesn’t do grand gestures or flashy jewelry. He waits until the apartment is dark, everyone else long gone, and then he sits you down on the couch with nothing but a small velvet box in his palm.

Inside is something small and personal. A tiny silver heart shaped locket with a picture of the two of you in it. It’s the kind where you aren’t posing, not deliberately trying to look good for the camera. It’s a small intimate moment shared between the two of you and even in the picture, his full attention is on you. He’s had it cleaned, strung on a thin chain he picked himself.

No speech. Just him fastening it around your neck with careful fingers, lips brushing the nape before he pulls back to look at you.

“Been carrying that around for a while,” he mutters. “Figured it was time you had it.”

You’re crying before you even realize it. He doesn’t make a big deal, just pulls you into his lap, lets you hide your face in his neck while he strokes your hair like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Valentine’s, Christmas, anniversaries, he keeps it the same. Thoughtful, quiet, stupidly intimate things that mean something only to the two of you: a leather-bound sketchbook filled with his own rough drawings of places you’ve been together, a single pressed flower from the field where you first kissed, a custom knife engraved with the date he decided you were never getting away from him.

No billboards. No parades. No “world’s best girlfriend” mugs.

Just him, quietly proving every day that you’re the only thing he’s ever really wanted to keep.

And then on some random Thursday in July he’ll walk in, drop a set of matte-black keys on the counter while you’re eating cereal, and go “bought you a bike. It’s downstairs. Don’t scratch it.”

You stare at him over the bowl.

He just kisses the top of your head and steals a spoonful of your cereal like he didn’t just casually drop five figures on a whim.

That’s Sylus.

Big gifts whenever the hell he feels like it.

The ones that actually hurt to give, those are saved for the days that matter.