As a person who falls asleep on the couch constantly cause I suck at being an ✨ adult ✨ Send help, I'm writing this after waking up on my couch
I started to think about how LADS men would react to seeing you passed out on the couch.
I'm not a writer, just want to share what's inside my little weird brain but if you enjoy it let me know 🦝❤️
Side note before we continue, I made these cute dividers and I love them
Sylus
He would find you curled up on his couch while the TV was playing your favorite comfort show, and you were knocked out from the tiring day you had. So he'd admire you for a bit and try to wake you up while caressing your face, calling your name, and combing your hair with his hands. He took a picture of your sleeping form with a big smirk on his face. He'd never show it to you, but he'd have something sweet to look at when he gets bored in meetings or long trips.
"Sweetie, out of the places you could have fallen asleep, you picked the couch?" he'd say mockingly with a smirk on his face, happy that you are comfortable enough to fall asleep in his space. "You really are like a cat."
Immediately after he'd carry you princess style to his bed so you can be more comfortable and warm, he'd tuck you in, give you a quick peck on the lips, and then he'd change into comfortable clothes to get in the bed with you to cuddle you while playing with your hair. "Sweet dreams, my love"
Bonus: Mr. Boss-man is buying a new couch, warm, cozy blankets and pillows in case you fall asleep in the living room again. He'd also constantly tease you about it, saying, "Why don't you fall asleep on my lap instead, kitten?" while sitting you on his lap, playing with your hair and hands.
Zayne
He had promised you to come back early tonight, but he got a last-minute surgery, so now he is looking at you passed out on his couch, and a blanket over you. He took note of your mug on the coffee table; you probably wanted to welcome him home despite how late it was.
He has a small smile on his lips as he tries to wake you up. "Sweetheart, let's move you to the bed. The couch is not good for your back." Holding your hand, he'd kiss your knuckles and put a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "I'll make it up to you properly in the morning."
He'd take you with the blanket to his bedroom, he'd tuck you in sweetly, kissing your forehead, he then takes a quick shower and he joins you in bed, pulling you to him for a good night's rest.
Bonus: Dr. Zayne will give you a lecture about how bad falling asleep on the couch is for your back, how you could catch a cold. But he treated you like royalty the morning after, he made breakfast for you, you baked together, and got a quick romantic walk in the park. So now he's checking up on you when he has last-minute surgeries or other events. "I'll be late tonight. If you want to wait for me, at least do so bundled in bed, sweetheart. Also, I'll order those croissants you wanted for breakfast tomorrow."
Rafayel
It was late at night, and he had just gotten out of his recent exhibition. Thomas promised him that he would give him a weekend without his calls or popping in the studio mid-week if he stayed the whole event. He was excited to call you in the morning to take you out on a date.
That's when he saw you on his couch, curled up with one of his shirts wrapped around your body like a blanket, shielding you from the cold sea breeze. "Miss bodyguard? I have a bed, you know?" he smirked while sitting on the space your legs left unoccupied on the couch, admiring how your hair cascades and frames your face, a sight he'll recreate on his new canvas later.
When you didn't wake up or react to his teasing, he just admired you for a long time before he decided to take you with him to his bed. "Don't worry, my poor Miss bodyguard. We'll get all weekend to recharge." He pulled his covers on top of you and himself, smiling at your sleeping form.
Bonus: Mr. Drama-King would tease you the morning after. "My dear Miss bodyguard can't fall asleep if she doesn't have one of my shirts with her?" He'd give you one of his used shirts so you can cuddle with it when he is away, he'd say to you, "So my dear can sleep peacefully without missing me." He'd prepare breakfast so you can have enough energy for a nice day on the beach. He proceeded to spoil you that day, giving in to anything you wanted, food, games, shopping, playing with his hair, anything for you. Weeks later, he showed you his newest masterpiece and it was a portrait of you sleeping curled up in his shirt.
Xavier
He found himself going to your apartment tonight, checking on with you at your request after one of his very long missions. The plan was to see you, eat the dinner you prepared while watching a movie and then you'd fall asleep together. But when he entered your house, it was quiet, no TV show playing in the background, no soft music or you humming a soft tune.
"My heart?" That's when he saw you passed out on the couch, hugging your Lumiere plushy he reluctantly got for you, and tucked in your favorite blanket. He smiled and headed to the kitchen to eat his dinner, which you had left in the microwave.
"Let's get you to bed, pretty girl." He left the plushy and blanket on the couch and carried you to bed. He tucked both of you into your soft, warm bed, cuddling with you. "Tomorrow, let's enjoy our day off." he kissed your temple and drifted off to sleep as well.
Bonus: Mr. I-sleep-anywhere-anytime is not giving you a lecture or teasing about you falling asleep on the couch. Quite the opposite, he'd give you tips to avoid hurting your back and would offer you a massage the morning after. This man would also be jealous of the plushy he got you. "My heart, you should wait for me so you can cuddle me... instead of that plushy" he'd say while staring daggers at the poor plushy still forgotten on the couch.
Caleb
He was heading to his apartment after a stressful, long meeting that was just pure bureaucracy stuff, like incomplete reports, warnings for certain members of the fleet, and new policies thanks to the higher-ups.
He felt something weird when his front door was unlocked. He got into Colonel mode, ready to fight, and got inside his home as quietly as he could. But what he saw was your sleeping form on his couch. He relaxed and let out a low chuckle as he locked the door and approached you.
"Pipsqueak, you are gonna catch a cold, maybe even get a sore neck tomorrow." He said while crouching and looking at your sleeping face. He was excited to see you and was debating with himself whether he should wake you up or not, but he could see that you were exhausted, after all, you did travel all the way to see him. "You are still a heavy sleeper, huh?, my dear pipsqueak" and he carried you to his bed, buried you two in heavy blankets so you don't catch a cold.
Bonus: Mr. I know what's best for you (or Mr. Boom) had always teased you, not even 10 seconds after you wake up in his arms, he says. "You wanted to surprise me, but fell asleep in the middle of waiting for me to come home, how cute" and then he proceeded to tell you where the extra blankets and pillows are for the next time you want to surprise him. You spent the entire weekend messing around with each other, only turning more clingy at night. "Next time I'll stop at your place, I won't fall asleep while waiting for you" linking your pinkies together.
A/N: Again, I'm not a writer, but it's nice pouring out my brain once in a while. I'm trying to empty my head first so I can later focus on drawing it.
English is not my first language, so I apologise if there are any mistakes. Love y'all, hoped you enjoyed reading it
The restaurant’s gorgeous chandeliers illuminate the tables, casting soft shadows on his face, Sylus wore his crimson suit making his eyes pop more, he had an adoring expression in his face, “Should we go to another vacation together, Boss-man?” your eyes beaming with excitement, his deep chuckle rumbling his chest – “Where should we go then, kitten?”
As you were thinking about the best spot to travel with your boyfriend, a tall man approached your table. He leans over a little to have your attention. “Isn’t it my little cupcake?” Your eyes widen as you recognise him as Noah, your high-school best friend. Your expression changed from shocked to a bright smile. “Oh my God, Noah, what are you doing here?”
Noah told you about his work meeting and turned to Sylus – “Who is this?” You turn to Sylus and, with an endearing expression, reply, “Noah. My boyfriend, Sylus.” he greeted Sylus, who just nodded to acknowledge him, complimented your dress, exchanged contact info, then went back to his table after giving you a quick squeeze on the shoulder.
You look back at Sylus, his dangerous crimson eyes boring into Noah’s back. You gently grab his hand to pull his gaze back to you. “He was my high-school best friend. Let’s go to Italy, we can enjoy the romantic nights and eat delicious food.” his eyes softened, his full attention back on you, he became quiet for the rest of your date.
Back at home, he was still quiet, worried. You cup his face, pulling him closer to you. “What’s wrong, my heart?” his eyes darkened for a second, and he carried you to the bedroom, closing the door and caging you against the walk-in closet door.
“Tonight you were supposed to be only mine.” his lips lowered to your neck, and he nipped and kissed your neck up to your jawline, leaving hickeys that’d be hard to cover later. “I’ll always be yours, Sy.” His lips formed a smirk before he claimed your lips with a bit of force. His kisses felt like he was claiming your soul with need and hunger for eternity.
❄️ ZAYNE
The moonlight was shining down on the park, making the beautiful landscape look ethereal. You had a delicious dinner with Zayne at a nearby cafe, and a romantic walk through the park was the best way to get back home and spend extra minutes away from the routine, just you and him. “Did you enjoy dinner, sweetheart?” Your arm linked with his.
“I did, I always enjoy spending time with you, Dr. Zayne.” A teasing smile forms on your lips. “I barely saw you this week. I miss my penguin,” his features adorned with that beautiful smile you love, his eyes reflecting all the affection he has for you and only you. You kept teasing, lost in each other’s eyes. You didn’t notice the group coming your way.
You bump into a guy from the group, and while you wait for some sort of confrontation, the guy smiles, “OMG Dolly, long time no see.” he gestures for the group to walk ahead, and you quickly realise it's your newspaper club leader, Lucas. His smile grew as you recognised him. “Lucas, what a surprise.” You exchanged numbers as you had a quick talk.
You turn to Zayne “Lucas. My boyfriend, Dr. Zayne” they greeted each other and soon Lucas was ready to sprint to go back with his friends “See ya, dolly. Let’s have lunch soon” when he was gone, you turn to Zayne giving his arm a gentle squeeze “Let’s go home, baby” his eyes were a bit distant all the way back home.
As soon as you made it home, he squeezed your hand a bit tighter. The door now locked, you decide to pull him towards your lips, inches away from his. “Dr. Zayne, you are too quiet,” he pinned you against the front door, his lips desperately devouring yours, claiming every sound that left your mouth. You tried to get some air by pulling away from him.
His hand grabs your face “I should claim you all. Make people realise you are mine” his mouth found that sweet spot on your neck, “Dr. Zayne, you are the owner of my heart” his face showing a slight smile as he closed the space between you, claiming your lips, marking your neck and jawline, until he felt satisfied.
🐚 RAFAYEL
The cold sea breeze was amazing on your skin. The 5-star restaurant’s patio had the best view after Rafayel’s private beach. The fairy lights enhanced the romantic atmosphere, pulling you and Rafayel closer, “Did you miss me this much, darling?” He kissed your knuckles, the teasing smile you loved on his handsome face. “Maybe. Maybe not.”
You kept teasing each other until you agreed to go home. Before leaving the restaurant, he had to go to the bathroom. You were waiting for him near the restaurant’s aquarium. You sensed someone behind you. As you turned around, you noticed he wasn’t Rafayel but Jack, your past neighbour. As he leaned down to hug you, Rafayel came back.
He was by your side in a matter of seconds. “Boo, you look amazing. How have you been?” Jack said smugly, pulling away from you. Seconds later, Rafayel wrapped his arm around your shoulders, “A friend of yours, darling?” You laughed awkwardly, “My love, this is Jack. My former neighbour“
They greeted each other, staring daggers, “Well, it was nice to see you, Jack. Have a good one.” You quickly grabbed Rafayel’s hand and pulled him outside to wait for the car. “Let’s go, my love,” he was moody now, claiming you should never leave his side. His hand didn’t leave your thigh on the way home.
Usually, the teasing would follow you until bedtime, but now the house was quiet. Rafayel was still moody and sat in bed. If he could spit bubbles, he would. “C’mon, babe. It’s our night, don’t be moody,” you crouched down to meet his gaze, “I’m the only one allowed to touch you, he ruined our romantic night.” His adorable pout made you want to squeeze his cheeks
You giggled while giving him a peck on the lips “Silly fishie. I’m only yours and I only love you” he quickly grabbed you and caged you against the mattress “Indeed, you are mine. My beloved follower” you crashed your lips against his, he happily returns them until he grew more demanding, trying to claim every inch of you.
🌟 XAVIER
The arcade was loud. You and Xavier spent the day trying to get the other cute prizes. Since it was a bit late, you headed to the cafe across the apartment complex. As soon as you enter, the cozy atmosphere envelops you, and the coffee smell awakens your appetite. “What are you gonna order, my star?” his hand intertwined with yours.
“Maybe a cappuccino and a croissant,” Leaning against his shoulder, waiting for your turn to order, you hear the chime of the bell signalling someone has entered the cafe, a presence behind you in line. Suddenly, you feel a little poke on your shoulder. As you turned around, you heard a happy “I didn’t know you stayed in Linkon, bae.”
His face brings you back to the academy days, your friend Sebastian now hugging you, your right hand still linked to Xavier’s. He pulled back and asked, “Is he your friend?” You felt his grip growing tighter, like he was holding himself back. “No, Lucas, my boyfriend, Xavier,” he seemed forced to greet, before it became too awkward, you were next to order.
Sebastian kept making small talk with you until your to-go order was ready. He said you should all go out sometime, and then you felt Xavier guiding you out of the cafe with his arm on your shoulders, you could see the steam coming out of his head even inside the elevator. Your hands reach for his hand on your shoulders. “My sun, you don’t need to be jealous.”
He lets you take his hand, guiding him to the apartment, and you leave the to-go boxes on the table. He now sat in the living room sulking and conflicted. Your warm hands massage his stiff shoulders. You were quickly pinned to the couch. “You are mine. Why couldn’t he stay out of our date?” you caressed his cheek. “My sun, you are mine and I’m yours.”
As soon as you said that, his eyes darkened, full of adoration. “Mine,” his hand pinning your hands on top of your head, his other hand on your jawline, while he crashed his lips on yours, his hungry kisses growing in intensity. He later marked every inch of your neck, collarbones, and shoulders.
🍎 CALEB
The grocery store was a short walk from Caleb’s house. The weather was nice, he still made you bring a sweater, though, saying something about the store’s AC, his hand grasping yours gently. “What else do you want to snack on, Pipsqueak?” his eyes were bright, full of love and adoration for you. He grabbed a basket as soon as you entered the store.
“Mmmm, can we get one of each, please?” You tried to put the biggest puppy eyes possible. “Fine, but just this time, princess.” Happy with yourself, you drag him to the candy aisle to get your favourite snacks. At the end of the aisle was a man; he seemed familiar to you. He got closer to you. “Kiddo, is that you?” You turned to him and smiled.
Your co-worker, a weapon specialist, hugged you briefly. “Steve, I didn’t know you requested time off, too.” You talked about vacations and plans for a bit until you felt Caleb’s eyes on your back. You quickly turned around, grabbing Caleb’s arm. “Caleb, this is my co-worker Steve.” They shook hands, Caleb had a fake smile adorning his features.
“Well, I’ll catch you later, kiddo,” he said, hugged you again, and left a kiss on your cheek. When you turned back to Caleb, his eyes were dark, staring daggers at the direction Steve had left. “Let’s get some salty snacks as well, honey.” His eyes were distant until he looked back at you, a smile returning to his face. You dragged him aisle after aisle, getting snacks.
The door of his home shuts, leaving all the shopping bags on the kitchen cabinet. You were about to open the bags and organise the pantry. You feel him spin you around, caging you against the cabinet, his eyes were dark again. “Who does he think he is? Touching you like that.”
“Is the Colonel jealous?” You caress his chin, softly. His eyes locked on yours, closing the gap between you. “You are mine, forever,” he devoured your lips, his kisses needy and hungry. You tried to get some air, pulling away from him gently, but his hand held yours behind your back while the other cupped your face to keep you in place.
Tonight, Sylus had invited you to an antique auction. You were getting ready, doing your makeup in front of the ornate, beautiful full-length mirror near the closet. Your body wrapped in a silky, long, red bathrobe.
You hummed one of your favorite songs as you curled your eyelashes. Sylus himself was taking a quick shower, the pitter-patter of the water gently mixing with your humming. The ambience eases your nerves.
The pitter-patter stops, you hear him get out of the shower while you apply that cherry red lipstick Sylus loves on you. The bathroom door swings open, and his tall frame steps out – "Sweetie, I bought you a vanity for a reason," he chuckles as he catches your sitting form.
"I know, but the view is much better here." You smirk while looking at his crimson eyes through the reflection – his gaze is softer as he approaches. "The view, huh?" his big hand ruffles your hair as he heads to the walk-in closet, pulling both your matching dress and suit.
He goes into the walk-in to dress while you head to the bathroom to quickly do your hair. Your hands move on their own as you do a blow-out, leaving your hair bouncy, soft, and slightly wavy at the ends.
As you finish, his form is leaning against the door frame. He looks hypnotized by your movements, a smile adorning his features. "You look amazing in anything, Sweetie." You smirk at him through the reflection.
"The same can be said about you, Boss-man." You wink at him as you pass him to get into the walk-in closet. The beautiful long jet dress he custom-made for you, wrapping your body in the right places. Until you notice you can't zip the dress without his help.
You leave it open and put on your shoes, scramble around to find the right accessories, and head out of the closet. You decide to put on your earrings in front of the mirror outside the closet.
As soon as you stepped out, his gaze saw your open dress; he didn't think about it twice; he closed the distance between you, keeping his gaze fixed on your back.
You were putting your left earring, your hair swept to your right side to make it easier for you. His towering figure behind you, leaning down, kissing your shoulder, "Let me help you, Sweetie." You froze, searching for his eyes through the mirror.
His cold fingers trace your back down slowly to the zipper, then his gaze meets yours in the reflection. Without breaking eye contact, he zips you in, and his hands snake around your waist. "All set," he whispers as he kisses your temple.
Bonus: You quickly turned around and pulled him by his tie into a deep kiss. He grunts at the sudden sensation, and as he is about to reciprocate the kiss, you pull back. "Indeed, we are all set." You fix his tie and walk out of the room.
❄️ ZAYNE
The association was holding a banquet tonight as a reward for the milestones the company hit. Good food, drinks, and a relaxing ambience were promised to all the attendees. Zayne accepted your eager invitation to accompany you.
The association gave a day off to prepare for the banquet, and Zayne got a half-day off so he could come home early to get ready for the night.
As soon as you open your eyes, the self-care ritual started, both to reward yourself for working hard and to get you ready for the night. Tara had messaged you all day, keeping you updated on what she was wearing tonight.
The masks did little to ease your stressed body. Zayne recommended you take a bath to help your body relax, so when he came home, he found you in bed, your pink bathrobe clinging to your body, facing the window, putting on your coral lipstick.
"Dr. Zayne, are you enjoying the show?" you laughed as he leaned down to kiss your forehead with such gentleness that could only belong to him. "I do, darling. But if I keep enjoying it, we might be late."
He headed to the bathroom to take a shower. Your eyes fall on your shared closet, and you remember that green dress you've been saving for an event like this. The dress complemented Zayne's eyes so well that it looked custom-made.
"Sweetheart, the bathroom is all yours," he said as he got out of the shower in his blue bathrobe. His gaze fell on your form, already in a long, silky, green dress. It was wrapping your figure the way he wants to wrap you every day.
"Thank you, baby." You got up to start doing your hair. You decided on an updo to complement your makeup and the off-the-shoulder neckline of your dress. Putting on the snowflake earrings Zayne got custom-made for you shone in the light every time you moved.
Zayne had to physically unglue his gaze from you to start getting ready. A dark gray suit was what he found appropriate for today's event, and it would complement the green tie he had in mind to match with you.
As you finished your hair, the only thing left was your shoes. You had bought beautiful light green high heels with delicate, gorgeous little flowers around the straps. You took them out as Zayne was putting on his tie.
His eyes follow you as you sit down on the bed, about to bend down to put on your shoes, but he is faster, taking both shoes and kneeling in front of you, "Allow me, darling," a soft smile graced his features.
He put on your shoes delicately, one at a time, massaging your calf as he strapped them in, and helped you stand up from the bed. His hands went to your waist as he kissed your lips softly. "You look gorgeous, Sweetheart. Let's go."
Bonus: He pulled back, and as he did, you crashed your lips against his once more, running your finger through his soft ebony hair, deepening the kiss. Once you were satisfied, you pulled back – "You are such a handsome gentleman, Dr. Zayne. I'm almost tempted to stay here," as you fixed his hair.
🐚 RAFAYEL
His new exhibition was this weekend; he didn't want to go at first, he desired to enjoy the night at his studio or spend the night with you. But Thomas sent you an invitation so you could help him convince your very stubborn boyfriend.
You convinced him in the span of 2 days, promising him to stay by his side the entire event, cook him his favorite seafood boil, and finally spend the entire. As a bonus, he ordered a dress for you.
When it arrived, your mouth dropped to the floor as your eyes scanned the beautiful sea foam satin dress. When you tried it on, you looked ethereal – "You look even better than I imagined, my dear."
You blush as he takes your hands in his, interlocking them. "Well, my dear fishie picked it out for me. I trust his vision." His smile grew wider than ever. "Only the best for my muse," he replied while giving you a peck.
The day of the event came, and you started the day early with a relaxing walk on the beach as the sunrise was in the distance. You two picked shells until he wanted you to cook his favorite seafood boil.
After spending the morning spoiling him with food, massages, and cuddling. The time to get ready was getting shorter and shorter until you had to send Rafayel to take his bath so he could endure the event.
You start getting ready. Doing your hair, curling iron in one hand, heat-resistant glove in the other, you worked your way in sections, creating beautiful loose waves. You heard the bathroom door open and close.
You crossed the room to sit on your vanity and started applying your lip balm and makeup. His form passed behind you to get himself dressed in his black suit. You were now curling your lashes.
Your makeup gave you a glass-skin effect, your eyeshadow making your eyes the focus point on your pretty face. The only thing missing now was a sharp eyeliner.
He was buttoning up his shirt when he heard you huff. "What's wrong, my darling?" he got closer to you, bending down a bit to be face to face with you – "Could you help me with my liner? You have better precision than I."
He chuckled a bit, knelt down so it would be easier for him, and grabbed your chin and eyeliner. His hands easily created the sharpest wings to complement your look. When he was done, he examined your entire look and just stood frozen for a bit.
Bonus: "As a thank-you payment, I can give you this." You slowly snaked your hands around his neck to bring him to you, giving him a kiss. He tried to deepen it, but you quickly shut him off. "Nuh huh, we should head out now. When we are back, we can keep going."
🌟 XAVIER
Tonight, you were invited to a birthday banquet by a congressman thanks to you saving his life in a solo mission. Xavier, of course, is going to be your partner for it.
Since you didn't have enough time to get ready for it, you took a quick shower as soon as you returned home, you did a hair mask, and a collagen mask to relax your sore muscles.
Jenna had given you and Xavier the next 2 days off, so after the party, you were going to enjoy the days off in bed or on his balcony, maybe having a movie marathon.
You had a nice soft yellow dress, it was elegant enough to attend this party, but you were going to buy a new one after this. You even had matching heels for it with little butterflies on the straps that go up to the middle of your calf.
You started by putting on your dress and shoes, then you proceeded to put on some light makeup, enhancing your rosy cheeks, and applying the softest pink on your lips.
Then you started blow-drying your hair so you could put it up on a pretty, easy updo. In the middle of it, you heard the doorbell ring; you knew it was Xavier, so you rushed to open the door.
"Hi Xav, sorry. I'm just going to take a minute," you smiled while you looked at him in his beige tuxedo with a beautiful blue tie that brings out his eyes. "It's ok, take your time, pretty girl."
You quickly peck his lips and turn around to go back to finish your hair. As soon as you were done, you picked your jewelry out, in the middle of your jewelry box, like the treasure they are.
It was your set of blue gems Xavier had given you for your birthday. You put on your bracelet and the earrings easily. Your blue necklace shines bright in your hand since you forgot how difficult it was to put on your own.
You were preoccupied fighting with the lock that you didn't notice Xavier sneaking into your bedroom, leaning on the doorframe. "My galaxy, do you need help?"
He scared you, but as soon as you turned around, he was in front of you. "Yes, can you put it on me?" he gladly accepted the necklace to put it on you. When he was done, he smiled and said, "All done, let's go, pretty girl."
Bonus: You two got to the party, but as soon as you arrived, Xavier pulled you to the side, kissing you where your neck meets your shoulder. He nipped at it, and when a light hickey was left, he pulled back smiling – "Now we are truly ready for this."
🍎 CALEB
You were in Skyheaven. He had invited you to one of the Fleet's parties to congratulate him on his successful missions. He had only sent you "Pipsqueak, this time just come by with the necessary. I'll make sure everything else is ready for you. Trust your gege :)".
So you just packed the same as you do when you go visit him, but this time you packed a bit more jewelry, makeup, and perfume.
As soon as he picked you up from the station, he started explaining the way he chose the dresses, coats in the car – "I've seen you had been buying more purple clothes, so I just bought 3 different choices for you to pick of each."
"Caleb!. You are insane." You couldn't believe he could start spending his money like that on you. "It's ok, pipsqueak. I gotta spoil you, think of it as a reward for being my companion tonight."
As soon as you stepped out of the car, standing on your tippy toes, you grabbed his face to give him lots of kisses on his entire face. He welcomed the kisses with open arms, melting in your touch.
"C'mon, let's get ready then," you said while dragging him to his house. You took a quick shower while he made a light snack for you before the party. The snack was fed to you as soon as you stepped out of the shower.
You decided on a light cashmere purple dress made with lantern sleeves, and you picked a black coat that would keep you warm for the night. You did your makeup light, and put on your new pink berry lipstick.
He took out a pair of high heels, which were the perfect match for the dress and had little bows on the sides. "I already figured which one was going to be the one you liked, so I ordered this too."
You grabbed them and put them on, spraying Caleb's favorite perfume on you, and applying some gloss on top of your lipstick. He was already dressed in his fleet uniform.
"You don't plan on going to the party with your hair wrapped in that towel, right, pipsqueak?" he said mockingly while hugging your waist. "If only I had someone that helps me dry my hair." you replied as mocking as he was.
You were sitting waiting for him to blow-dry your hair so you could style it, until you felt him braiding the front part of your hair to style your hair in a half up half down hairstyle. Making you look more ethereal than you already are.
Bonus: The night was nice. At the end of the night your feet were killing you and he noticed– "My sweet, you need a break" he kissed you sweetly and then carried you, taking your shoes off your feet on the way to the car where he made out with you for 5 minutes.
You returned home after a long mission, your muscles stiff and heavy from all the fighting you had done. You arrived, noticing all the lights were off, so you made your way quietly to your shared bedroom, the glow of the moon peaking through the curtains as your guide.
There in the bed laid Sylus, still sleeping on his side, his chest rising and falling steady and calm. You quickly change from your hunter’s uniform to your silky pijamas. You felt a headache incoming, as much as you’d have loved to lay down, you knew your headache would only get worse.
You made your way quietly downstairs to make some tea, relax, maybe stretch a bit, totally unaware that Sylus stirred awake when you closed the door.
Your back was facing the kitchen door, waiting for your tea to brew. You jumped a little when you felt hands sneak around your waist – “Sweetie, you were late today.” his mocking voice hit your ears as he kissed your shoulder. And that’s when you break down, hugging him like a lifeline.
He carries you to the bed, rubbing your back to soothe your sudden burst of emotions. “It’s ok, sweetie. You do feel a little warm, so I’ll be back, ok?” He tucked you in with a light blanket and went out the door. He came back with your tea, the thermometer, and some water.
The thermometer beeps showing a fever, his face full of concern – “Guess I’m nursing my little dove back to health again,” he helped you take the medicine, helped you drink your tea, which relaxed your body more.
He grabbed his laptop and sat down beside you. He quickly moved around his meetings so he could take care of you. Every 20 minutes, he would check your temperature until it was gone. You fell asleep in his arms, his hand playing with your hair, your expression calm and content now that you were in his arms
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He gets sick:
You were in his office, and he was seated behind his mahogany desk, hearing the briefing about the target he had his eye on. His face adorned with a frown, he massages the bridge of his nose as he rests his head down, some of his hair covering his eyes.
You were sitting on the couch across from him. You look up at him with concern, before thinking, you were already beside him, touching his forehead. His forehead feels dangerously warm, his eye searching yours –“Honey, you are burning up. Why don’t you lie down?”
“I’m ok, sweetie,” he sighs, intertwining his hand with yours. Fully concerned you drag him to bed, threatening him to carry him the rest of the way if he didn’t willingly go himself.
“Be a good boy and stay here. I’ll bring some medicine and cook something for you, ok?” he chuckles at your comment as you fluff his pillow. “Alright, sweetie.”
You quickly go downstairs to get some medicine, water, and an ice pack. He takes the medicine and lies back down, placing the ice pack on his forehead. You tell him to get some sleep until the food is ready. When you came back to quietly check his temperature, you found him asleep.
After you were done cooking, you brought him a bowl of chicken soup and more water. You gently woke him up – “Honey, wake up and eat something,” he groans, but sits up. You check his temperature one last time, relieved it was gone now. “Thank you, kitten.”
As he was about to grab the bowl, you grabbed his hand – “No, no, sweetheart.” his eyes widened as he realized you were about to spoon-feed him – “You spoil me, sweetie.” he chuckled as he obeyed you, blowing on each spoonful until it was gone. After a while, he lay back down, and you started petting his hair until he fell back asleep.
❄️ ZAYNE
You get sick:
You felt a little under the weather lately, getting headaches and sudden chills here and there. Zayne noticed the sudden change in your voice since he had stayed in his office for a few days, having a full schedule of surgeries and meetings.
You started sniffling, coughing, and you felt so exhausted that you had to call in sick that day. After a hard day, he came home and saw you in bed surrounded by tissues, pillows, and a blanket. His supposition confirmed, he was a doctor after all. He could tell when someone was sick, even if it was over the phone.
He got a thermometer, an ice pack, medicine, water, and even a stethoscope. “Sweetheart, let me check you.” he was quick and, after giving you medicine, lay you back down.
The fever was higher than he expected; even with the ice pack he grabbed, it wasn’t enough. He cuddled you and decided to use his EVOL to help you cool down faster, his ice surrounding you both, placing a hand behind your neck and kissing your temple.
You stayed that way until the fever stopped. “I brought your favourite sub and a pretty cake to celebrate my week off,” he carried you out of the bed to the dining room, where the pretty boxes lay.
He sat down with you on his lap. Letting you eat and drink to your heart's content, you were also feeding him a piece of the delicious cake he bought. “Thank you, Dr. Zayne,” you smiled, winking at him. “Thanks to your care, I feel much better.”
“I’m glad you feel better, my love.” his small smile made you blush and get shy all of a sudden. “My love is your fever getting high again?” He teased you all the time until it was time for bed. You fell asleep while he cuddled you, and he watched over you until he could sleep himself.
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He gets sick:
Zayne had a long shift in Akso Hospital. The next couple of days were his days off. He wanted to take you out on a romantic picnic, but his body felt wrong; he was exhausted and just wanted to come home and go to bed.
He messaged you, “Going home now, I’ll wait for you.” That’s when you knew he was exhausted, you decided to buy some desserts for your handsome and overworked boyfriend. When he came home, you were still at work, probably on a mission.
He took a nap on the couch, still in his work clothes. He woke up to a gentle kiss on the forehead and your voice – “Baby, you are burning up. I’ll get you some medicine.”
You brought the medicine, water, and several ice packs. You quickly helped him sit up. He drank the medicine with cold water, which seemed to have alleviated some of the discomfort he had. “My little penguin is sick.” You gave him another kiss on the forehead.
You sit down on the couch and make him lie down on your lap. Placing the icepacks around his neck and his forehead. You play with his hair while you wait for his fever to go down, him falling asleep once again, which you don’t mind.
Once he woke up, you were still playing with his hair, his fever now gone. “Had a good nap, handsome?” he just smiled, grabbed your hand, and kissed your knuckles. “Yes, thanks to you, my love.” You helped him sit up and checked his temperature one last time.
When he reassured you, he felt better. You remembered dinner. “I brought you your favourite desserts. Want to have some with me?” He nodded and let you take him to the dining room, where the boxes lay.
You fed him the macarons and half of the sandwich you brought. “Let’s get ready for bed. You need sleep, baby,” he followed you to the bathroom. Once you were ready, he cuddled you to sleep, his hand on top of yours.
🐚 RAFAYEL
You get sick:
The sun was high in the sky, and it was the weekend. You and Raphael arranged a beach date, but your body started feeling weird. Your head felt pressure, even your eyes stung a little, but you wanted to go out with your boyfriend.
Rafayel himself almost pulled an all-nighter to finish up the details in his latest masterpiece. He came into the room and saw your eyes were slightly red, he immediately got worried, “My pearl, you don’t look well. Are you sick?” As he got closer to you to check your temperature with his own forehead.
“I’m just feeling a little under the weather.” You tried to get around him to go get ready, but his hands pulled you back to him, and he made you fall on top of him on the bed.
“Well, I’m also feeling a little under the weather. Let’s sleep it off, together.” His body had a refreshing feeling against yours, like having your personal ice pack, and so you fell asleep in each other’s arms. He woke up before you and decided to cook for you.
The wonderful aroma woke you up and made you walk to the kitchen. There he was plating everything – “I love my multitalented fishie.” You admired all his work and gave him a hug, “I’ll do anything for my devoted follower.” As he pulled a chair for you to sit.
He gave you some medicine with water before you could dig in. He also took one, just in case. He sat right beside you and started spoon-feeding you – “I can eat on my own, babe.” he didn’t seem to care and helped you finish your bowl.
Dinner was done, so he wanted to make it special for you. “Come now, my beloved. Let’s see who paints the other better.” he got a clear canvas, you started the competition, which you seemed to lose, but after some teasing, you fell asleep on top of him on the couch, bundled up in blankets.
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He gets sick:
Rafayel had been working on a painting all night, and you forced him to go to bed, tucking him in and leaving him asleep when you left the room. And here you are now, in your lunch break, he had texted you, “Help me, I’m in the hospital.”
You asked Jenna for the rest of the day off, and since the missions were covered, she let you go. You grabbed your jacket and quickly went to the hospital. Like last time he was in a private room – “You still took ages to come, I'd still be lying on the floor at home.”
You cupped his face to inspect him – “Well, I see you are perfectly fine, maybe just a little warm. Did you catch a cold, babe?” He got red but huffed, “I could have died.”
“Such a drama queen,” you giggled and told him to get ready to go back home. You went to see the nurses, signing papers to head home. The nurses updated you on his symptoms, fever, headaches, and exhaustion. Recommending electrolytes and lots of sleep to help him recover quicker.
You took him home, and as you crossed the threshold of the house, he became clingy – “My dear, I feel so weak, who is going to take care of me?” He hugged you from behind, his chin resting on your right shoulder. “Aww, poor fishie. Do you want me to carry you to bed again?”
His ears turned red. “No, I can get there myself,” he pouted the rest of the way to the bedroom. You quickly check the pantry for electrolytes, some fruits, and an ice pack. You made sure he was sitting up on the bed frame.
You cut some fruits and fed them to him, and you encouraged him to drink the electrolytes. When he was happy, you tucked him in and started playing with his hair and hands until he fell asleep with a smile on his face.
🌟 XAVIER
You get sick:
Early in the morning, you started sneezing, but you headed to work with Xavier. Midday, you felt feverish, sore muscles, and exhausted. Thankfully, you only had paperwork to do, so you felt a bit relieved.
Xavier noticed your symptoms around lunch hour. You looked pale and like you haven’t slept in 3 days – “Pretty girl, do you feel alright?” He touched your forehead, which was warm, and immediately got concerned; he wanted to take you home in that second.
“I’m ok, Xavi. And I only have to do paperwork today.” You caressed his cheek and smiled at him, “I’ll be alright, I promise.”
He made you take some medicine before you got back to your desk. It helped you feel better, but at the end of the shift, against all your protests, he carried you princess-style straight home. You could only grab his neck while hiding your blush from his gaze.
Once you arrived home, he lay you down on the couch, tucked you in a massive blanket – “Stay here, my star, I’ll go cook some spicy ramen and get you some tissues.” He went to the kitchen to cook. Even if you wanted to move, the way he wrapped you, burrito-style, prevented you from doing so.
“Xavi, can you unwrap me? I need water,” he came to unwrap you and you followed him back to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and sitting on a kitchen cabinet, “Thanks for taking care of me, Xavi.” he smiled like a Prince. He fed you a small bowl while you were still sitting on the kitchen cabinet.
He made you take more medicine. After he ate, you went to bed together. He traced random shapes on your back until you fell asleep, and he kept you close to check on you, cuddling with you.
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He gets sick:
Xavier doesn’t get sick; his immune system makes you jealous, but not today. He felt more sleepy than usual, a little dizzy, and out of it. He still excelled at the mission Jenna gave him; he texted you when he was done.
When he came back to the Hunter’s Association, deep in the night, you were there at your desk still writing reports and waiting for him to come back. You turned around as he was entering the office – “Hi, Xavi.” You walked to him.
Hugging him, you felt the heat his body was radiating. You worried and cupped his face– “My sun, you have a fever.”
You give him medicine from your cabinet and a water bottle, “Take this and let’s go home.” He obeyed and got ready to leave. You helped him walk home, slowly, his arm around your shoulder. His dizziness stopped, but he enjoyed being close to you.
When you reach your home, you helped him lie down on the bed – “Don’t leave me, my star. Lay down with me.” You giggled, “It’s ok, Xavi. I’ll be back right back,” quickly heating up some broth you made, additional medicine, the thermometer, and some tea.
He was dozing off when you got back to the room. You woke him up by giving him lots of forehead kisses and calling his name gently – “C’mon, my sun. Wake up and eat a little.” Blue eyes start to open. Sitting up, he lets you feed him and drinks half of the tea.
When he was done, you took the dirty dishes to the kitchen and you changed into your pyjamas. As soon as you lie down, he crawls on top of you, laying his head on your chest. You played with his hair to help him fall asleep faster.
🍎 CALEB
You get sick:
You woke up tired than usual, your moves were slower, and Caleb took notice of it. He let it slide; maybe you were on your period, but you sneezed 3 times in a row. As you were getting ready for work, he suddenly turned you around and took your temperature.
The thermometer beeps, showing a slight fever. This man immediately carries you back to bed – “I’ll call your work, Pipsqueak,” he said, worry in his face. “I’m ok, Caleb. You don’t need to baby me,” he shushed you with medicine going in your mouth and his finger to your lips.
Against your protests, he called your boss to request a day off. He later called in the Fleet to inform them he’d be working remotely.
“Sweet girl, just rest.” He put an ice pack on your forehead, and he cooked a delicious and nutritious soup. In between cooking, he checked your temperature, fluffed your pillows, tucked your feet with a light blanket, checked your breathing, and asked if you had any pain or discomfort.
When the food was ready he was about to plate a tray to take it to you but he saw you come out of the room with blanket on top of your shoulders, he ran to you and was about to scold you – “You are not supposed to be out of bed, Pipsqueak” he tried to get you back to the bed but you were to stubborn to go back.
“I just want to eat like a normal person. The bed can wait,” he wanted to spoon-feed you, but seeing how stubborn you are, he decided to set the plates and observe you eat, until you accidentally burned your tongue.
“The sick should just rest.” He took the spoon from your hand, making sure it was the right temperature, and fed you the rest of the bowl. He carried you back to the bed, and he observed you like a hawk while he read some documents at his desk.
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He gets sick:
The Fleet could be a little draining, and you have seen Caleb with the biggest dark circles and palest skin; nothing a good evening with you couldn’t cure. But today was different; he came home stumbling, his face a little flushed.
You were sitting in the dining room, reading some reports. You turned around and sprinted to his side when he was about to face-plant in the middle of the living room. You notice his body is warmer, your hand confirms his fever, “Caleb, you are burning up.”
“It’s nothing, I just need to sleep it off,” he tried to walk to the couch, but you stopped him and took him to bed. “You are not going anywhere, Colonel.” You helped him change out of his uniform, making it easier to cool down,
You quickly gave him some medicine and put an ice pack on his forehead and neck. Tucking him in bed, “Would you like me to sing for you, pretty boy?” He laughs and gives you a nod.
After singing to him, you decide to heat up dinner. “Don’t you dare move, I’ll be back with food, Colonel,” you threaten to sleep on the couch if he moves. After reheating some broth, you take it to the room. You place the tray on the desk and grab the bowl.
He didn’t know how much you’d baby him until you sat down and started blowing in the spoonful of broth; he just opened his mouth and let you feed him. He’d just stare at you while you were preparing the next spoonful for him to eat. “Thank you, Pipsqueak,” his sincerity reflected on his face.
You smiled, held his face, and kept feeding him after the bowl was done. He wanted you to massage his head and keep singing for him, and you did. You fell asleep while holding hands, and your other hand played with his hair.
ᥫ᭡. Prompt: LADS men's reactions to you pulling an all-nighter
ᥫ᭡. Fluff (?). Reader is a brat. Long stories sorry I got carried away
A/N: Yes, I pulled an all-nighter. Yes, my eyes sting a bit and I'm lightheaded, BUT at least this cute idea popped in my head. I had too much caffeine myself LMAO
🐦⬛ SYLUS
The Onychinus leader came back home after a briefing and some important negotiations. His face unreadable as he stared at you sitting on the living room floor, a blanket covering your legs as you typed away your soul. Dark circles appearing slowly under your eyes.
Your tired and slouched posture indicates you haven't noticed he came home. In fact, it also looks like you haven't moved an inch since he left the house, but somehow, 3 empty cans of Monster appeared on the coffee table.
He raises an eyebrow, scoffing as he walks and crouches beside you.
"Sweetie" that sultry, low voice of his filling the room, when you didn't reply, still immersed, typing like your life depended on it.
He petted your head softly, but you jump out of your skin, like a scardy cat would do to the slightest noise.
You grab your chest, "Oh God, my soul and heart left my body," you mutter, breathless, staring at him wide-eyed.
He smirks and chuckles a little, "Do you know what time it is, my sweet scardy cat?" he leans closer, making the gap between you non-existent.
"Actually, no. But I'm almost done." You look into his gorgeous burgundy eyes, losing yourself in them for a bit. "Also, I'm not a scardy cat. You just didn't make noise at all," you pout at him and return to your typing.
His chuckle reverberates in your ears, deep and amused, "I'll make noise next time, kitten. But right now you need a break." You don't process what he said completely cause he is cupping your face and kissing you like he doesn't want you to think.
You welcome the sensation, your hand clutching his shirt and keeping your laptop from falling with the other. He deepens the kiss, grabbing the computer from your lap and placing it on the coffee table.
You don't fight for dominance; he takes this as a sign to go further, he lifts you up, he sits on the couch, making you straddle him, the blanket and pillows left on the floor.
You pull away, breathless, your eyes half-lidded, trying to get back to your work. You try to push him away, but he grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles.
"You can finish this later. Let's recharge you properly," and he carries you to your shared bedroom despite your protests.
❄️ ZAYNE
You were running late for your breakfast date with Zayne. You did this every time he stayed the night in his office. Looking at his clock he sighs and is about to call you.
"I'm sorry, Dr. Zayne. Time escaped me today," you said teasingly with a tired smile. For a second, he thought you overslept, but then he noticed the dark circles under your eyes. "Did you order already, honey?"
"I was waiting for you," he says with an inquisitive look. "Did you sleep, angel?" he held your shaky hand in his hand, his other hand going straight between his eyebrows.
"Not really. I was doing a marathon of my favorite show, and when I noticed it was time for me to get ready for our date", you mutter quietly, almost whispering the last part. He chuckles a bit
"Sweetheart, that's not good for you", he intertwines his fingers with yours. "How many Monster cans did you drink?" Biting your lip, you look to the side and whisper, "3 and a half."
His gorgeous hazel eyes widen. "You know those make your heart rate exhalerate, right?", with an awkward laugh, you lean across the table and give him a peck on the lips, "I'm sorry, Dr. Zayne. I promise I won't do it again."
After breakfast was over, the atmosphere relaxing and comforting after his little lecture, he insisted on taking you to his house since it was closest to the hospital. The entire ride is filled with soft music and the occasional thigh grab to ensure you are still awake.
When you entered his house, he grabbed your hand and led you to the couch. He grabbed a blanket and some pillows. He sits down and pulls you into his lap, straddling him. He wraps the huge blanket around you.
"Don't think you are off the hook, sweetheart", he grabs your chin and drags his finger along your bottom lip. He instantly crashes his lips on yours, the kiss soft at first, and he starts grabbing handfuls of your hair and pulling them slightly to make you gasp.
You break the kiss before you run out of air, "Wait, Zayne." he flips you on your back, he cages you with his arms and body, "I'm just tiring you so we can sleep, angel." his heavy breath tickles your face as he kisses you deeply once again.
🐚 RAFAYEL
The melodramatic artist stared at you as you were chugging a monster with your computer speakers playing something about wanderers. As it turns out, it was a mandatory course you had to take.
The notification reminding you about the deadline the night prior, when you were enjoying a lovely cup of wine with your boyfriend. You cursed under your breath, apologised, and thought about going back home to complete it.
Rafayel had the brilliant idea of doing the course in his house, and after you finished, you could join him in bed. But life is not fair and you ended up pulling an all-nighter, drinking some of Rafayel's monsters to survive and finish.
"Miss bodyguard, you are working hard, huh?" he said, half-teasing with a smirk on his face, "I wish you put the same passion you have in that course into loving me." Leaning over the dinner table, you were currently suffering on.
Your eyes tired, a slight sting behind them, rubbing them, you focus on his smug face. With a slight smirk and raised eyebrow, you retort, "If I did that, you'd probably go cry to Thomas and the entire sea." You cup his face, noticing his ears and cheeks getting red.
You look at his right eye, his lips, then back to his other eye, and, smirking, you tease, "Or maybe this fishie just wants some attention." his already pink cheeks burn, deepening the color. He clears his throat and pulls his face away. "I'll go make breakfast."
You continued the course and finished it just before you ate the last bite of your breakfast. After sending the e-mail with the certification to Jenna, you stretched your stiff limbs and packed your computer.
You closed your eyes for a second and felt Rafayel behind you, "Let me show you the passion I hold for you so you reciprocate accordingly, dear", before you could protest, his lips were on yours, a nice sensation, stimulating your senses and brain back to life.
He backed you up against a wall, caging you with his arms and a leg between yours. His lips devouring you, one hand playing with your hair while the other caged you. You had to bite him to get some air back into your lungs.
He looked into your eyes, leaned down again, and whispered in a low voice, "If you don't learn this, I'll just have to start over again, silly girl", as he captured your lips once again.
🌟 XAVIER
He last saw you online at 11pm, and your Moments profile still glows green at 6am. He wanted to know if you dropped your phone or didn't lock it. He entered your apartment as quietly as possible and saw you engrossed, reading something that looked like a guide and 4 more books stacked to your left.
You looked up and jumped slightly. "Hey Xav," your dark circles were the first thing he noticed, then the blanket covering your legs, and finally your disheveled hair. "Did you sleep? What's that?" his eyes still on the book.
You rub your eyes, cover your face, and your answer muffled by your hands. "Jenna decided a few of us were gonna represent the team in an exam, and I was one of the lucky winners." your body released a long sigh, looking at the empty cans of Monster beside your other books.
"And you didn't think about asking me for help, pretty girl?" You didn't know when he walked closer to you, but now his towering figure was right next to you, studying the contents of the book.
Meeting his gaze, you shrugged, "I thought you were asleep, didn't want to disturb you," you muttered before yawning. "Plus Simone was keeping me company."
His eyes darkened for a second. "I can be a better study partner." Seconds later, he lifts you up and places you on his lap; you are sandwiched between him and the table, his head resting on your left shoulder as he angles the book so you can read it together.
After helping you memorize most of the complicated concepts of the first part of the guide, you decided to have breakfast at a nearby cafe.
You had a light breakfast, a latte, and a yogurt bowl with granola. After you entered your apartment, he pulled you close, crashing his lips on yours.
"Let's get snacks for tonight's study session, pretty girl." Your cheeks reddened, but you managed to answer, "It's ok, Simone is going to help me tonight."
His hands pulled you closer by your neck, his voice deepened as he whispered in a husky tone, "My star, I'll show you how you don't need another partner of any type." his lips devoured you before and after the study session that night.
🍎 CALEB
You were in Skyheaven, visiting Caleb for the weekend, and everything was so relaxing until Tara told you that you should check out this new show.
You started watching it with Caleb that night, but he, being the responsible one in the relationship, went to bed around 1am, "Pips, we can keep watching it tomorrow. Go to bed."
But did you listen? No. Your eyes are red, they sting slightly, and your limbs seem to be made out of jelly. You were still posted in front of the TV, intrigued by the show, drinking from your 3rd Monster can once in a while.
You didn't even hear the long sigh Caleb left out once he saw you in the living room, bundled up in 3 blankets (his handy work). He wanted to scare you, but he just settled on turning off the TV and then keeping the remote far away from you.
The TV goes dark, and your neck almost got whiplash from turning around scared. Once you noticed it was his doing, you just pouted, "I was watching that, you big meanie."
He scoffed, "If you are good, I'll let you turn it on again after lunch." You got out of your blanket cocoon and tried to get the remote from him, jumping on him, tickling him, but nothing worked.
You got a brilliant idea. "Fine then," you got on your tippy toes again, but instead of going for the control, you pull him by his neck until your lips connect in a sweet kiss. He melts, his guard is down, and you take the control from him.
You don't make it very far, though; you feel gravity elude you, and you are frozen. "I tried to be nice, princess." he slides his arm around your waist, and the other grips your face, not with force, but it makes you look up at him.
He crashes his lips against yours in a passionate kiss that melts you, it leaves your knees weak and he takes this chance to take the control and throws it to the couch. "I'm sorry," you say between kisses.
"I know you are. Let's make breakfast," his voice low and raspy. He gives you one last peck on the lips. "You'll see the consequences after breakfast."
A/N: I'm a mess but hey at least I got it out of my head for y'all to enjoy LMAO
The movie was on, a psychological horror one. Jinu and you were tangled up together, snuggled in a big blanket, and Derpy was right there, head on your lap, while you petted him mindlessly.
You were scared, but you needed more snacks, so you told him to pause it. “I can go for more snacks, angel,” you peck his lips. “It’s ok, love. I also need to stretch.” As you were refilling the bowl with chips, you felt something on your hand.
The feeling made you scream, chips flying everywhere, along with the thing that scared you. He teleported right in front of your quivering form, “Angel, what happened?” You were pointing at the centipede on the floor, disgusted and scared.
He scoffed a little, sat you on top of the kitchen cabinet, looked between you and the centipede. Took the bug out, cleaned your mess, and washed his hands. He came back pecking your lips.
“The bug got your tongue,” you pouted, half offended, half embarrassed. “Maybe it did,” you turned your head away from him. You felt his hand on your chin, caressing it gently.
He turned your head to look you in the eyes. “I’ll help you get it back. Don’t worry,” his lips claimed yours, his hand tugging your hair lightly. Your hands are clenching his shirt.
ROMANCE
“Sweetness, don’t leave me.” His arms wrapped around you, his face buried in your neck. “I’m just going to take a quick bath, Romance.” His mouth left a trail of kisses from your neck to the corner of your mouth.
After what seems like hours, he lets you go, making you promise that you will bathe together next time. You left him in his bed. Ready to cuddle him once you are done. His bathroom always smells like roses and cherries.
Your body was screaming to take a break, needing to relax your stiff body. As you put down your stuff, you notice a tiny little menace in the corner of the bathtub, an eight-legged menace.
The scream that left your lungs made horror movies pale in comparison. Romance teleported inside the bathroom, fangs showing, his demon markings in full display, and you jumped right into his arms. “It’s in there, kill it. KILL IT”
He was a bit confused, but then he saw the little spider that had you so scared, and he laughed a little, amusing him. Your offended look made him take the situation more seriously. Like the prince in shiny armour he is, he quickly took care of it.
Quickly squashed the poor little spider with his finger. He tried to comfort you, but you rejected him, saying something about having the menace still in his hands. Washing his hands quickly, he wrapped himself around you.
“My poor love got scared?” his velvety voice near your ear, still with an edge of teasing you for what just happened. “It’s not funny,” pouting, he managed to link his hand to yours, his chin resting on your left shoulder. “Maybe we should bathe together after all.”
MYSTERY
The day was exhausting, so you decided to nap with Mystery. His fluffy hair tickled your face. You swore that he was purring as your hand played with his hair, kissing his head once in a while.
You needed some water, “Honey, I’ll go grab some water, ok?” he perked up his head, “I’ll bring it to you, darling.” He gave you a quick peck and got up to bring you some water. He teleported out of the room.
You stretched a little bit to keep cuddling your boyfriend after he came back. Turning to reach your phone, you saw it: a little caterpillar was on the bedside table. You screamed. He came back in, snarling, ready to bite anything.
You jumped, going straight into a corner, terrified. “In the bedside table,” he calmed down and looked at the caterpillar, grabbed a flower from the vase, got the little thing on the flower, and threw it out of the window.
He came back to hug you, petting your hair like you had just gone through something traumatic. “I’ll clean it,” he carried you out of the bedroom straight to the couch, he left you bundled off like a burrito, giving you a glass of water.
He went to the bedroom to clean. After he came back, he lay on top of you, your hands finding their way back to his hair, scratching behind his ear. A sudden pain erupted from your wrist, and he left little bite marks until he claimed your lips, soft and passionate.
ABBY
Sitting on a yoga mat, you looked at Abby’s back as he was doing hammer curls reps in front of the mirror. The slightly opened windows were still fogging up. You were focused on his back that you didn’t notice.
The feeling was unmistakable; something was flying near your ear. You turned around and saw a moth flying between you and the light behind you. Your sudden scream made Abby drop the dumbbells, ready to fight.
As he turned, you jumped on his arms, scared out of your mind. “I know you love my body, bunny. But you don’t need to yell like that. You cupped his face and turned his gaze to the moth still flying near the light bulb.
“Oh,” his teasing laugh echoed in your ears, “Oh no, the scary moth is going to get us.” The mocking in his voice makes your face red, wanting to hide. “You are being mean, just take it out! Please,” he says, putting you down gently.
He grabbed his sneaker, crushed the moth with it, and threw it out the window all in one second. You were stunned at how quickly it happened. His finger was on your chin, closing your mouth. Caging you against the dumbbell rack.
“You look pretty when you are scared.” You were about to retort, but his lips crashed against yours to keep you from getting angry at him. Deepening the kiss until you were out of breath, you pulled away from him, “You are lucky you are handsome.”
BABY
You were eating dinner on the terrace, enjoying the cold, refreshing night air. The view of the city was gorgeous, and even the city’s buzzing sounds made the moment last longer. Until you felt it, little legs crawling up your leg.
You screamed and jumped like a scaredy cat. This seemed to entertain your boyfriend, who was currently laughing like it’s the funniest thing he has seen in 600 years, his eyes tearing up, his cigarette forgotten.
“Baby, it's not funny! HELP ME!” You shake your leg to hopefully get rid of it. More scared by the second, feeling it move down your leg. Your eyes were starting to get glassy, the tears threatening to escape.
His deep laugh dies down to be replaced by a teasing voice, “It’s just a little bug, princess.” He smugly grabbed the little insect and flicked it to the street. “Well, what do I get for helping, her royal highness?”
His arms already guiding you to sit on his lap, you now felt embarrassed and offended. “You laughed at me, so you don’t get anything,” his hum making you pout even more.
“Poor thing,” he started pecking your lips, your hands grabbing his fluffy hair, his lips hungrily taking his prize for helping you, deepening the kiss more and more until you were putty in his hands.
Like, imagine just watching the MC grabbing, teasing, and being flirty with the boys every day.
Memorizing their orders and then just watching the order get cold while they interact with each other.
Giggling when you turn to their table and see the MC working on her computer, and the boys are deadass asleep on the couch.
Watching them run out to fight a wanderer and then come back with their hair still intact.
Watching them go and come back from the arcade across the street with a bunch of plushies on a good day or nothing but determination to go tomorrow in bad days.
Watching the MC rotate the boys whenever she feels like it.
And at the end of the day, packing a to-go dinner for them before you close the cafe.
I've been having this damn idea for a while, and it's time I let it out.
Imagine you are lying in his arms again. Something you never thought would be possible because you used each other, you betrayed each other. The shadow of regret still filled his eyes; you can see it even with your vision fading.
His hands cradle you with care, crimson staining his hands and clothes. He desperately tried to make it stop. Your left hand caressing his face with the little strength you have left.
You smile as you get paler and weaker; it strikes something deep in him. Tears form in those crimson eyes you still loved so much. You start feeling colder even if his arms are wrapped around you.
“Now we don't owe each other,” were your last words whispered before your consciousness leaves you.
ⓒ sleepysnowcrow 2025 🦝 Do not copy, repost, or modify on any platform. Pretty please with a cherry on top.
A/N: I'm a fan of angst, I'm sorry. I love you. Let me know if you want a full fanfic about this, cause I've even dreamed about this and I wake up crying LMAO
I'm a fan of MXTX and I play Love and Deepspace. So I was bound to write angst at some point. I might be a masochist at this point
