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﹙♡﹚i'll be uploading some of my works to ao3 as well, so don't get scared if you see them around there. Ꮚ ܸ ◞ . ◟𓂂꒱ ♡
﹙♡﹚ preferred pronouns are she/her, i'm latina, a gemini and a enfp!
﹙♡﹚i'm a zaynie and raff girlie, but i absolutely love them all. (no hate towards the MC or LIs tolerated, please!)
﹙♡﹚english is not my first language. of course, i'll try my very best to write as cohesively as possible, but some mistakes might wildly appear! (pls forgive me in advance)
﹙♡﹚i am a very soft, girly stan and i adore fluff (our poor boys deserve some), but i will post or repost spicy stuff, hehe. please, mdni!
﹙♡﹚i used to write lots of fanfics back in the day (not in english, though), buuut i'll mostly post drabbles, headcanons or anything —short and simple— that comes to my mind about the boys!
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Sista.. I was scrolling through Tumblr and saw someone talking about bearboy Caleb and it’s stuck in my HEAAADD like imagine him bulking and gaining a little pudge.. bigger arms.. bigger pecs.. bigger legs.. UGHHHHhhhhGghhh him squeezing and kissing you while burying your head in his warm and soft chest…. I need him to put his whole body weight on me, your honor.
𐙚˙⋆.˚ bigboy!caleb x gn!reader ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluffy fluff! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭
﹙♡﹚motion granted. hope you babies enjoy this one as much as i did (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ i'd have the time of my LIFE.
caleb had to leave you for five months, with limited communication and little to no details.
you understood that part of his job, so you made sure to give him lots of love the day before he left, so that he wouldn't miss you as much.
spoiler alert; that didn't work.
you missed each other like crazy, and the few minutes you got to text were precious.
by the time he had to come back, you made sure to decorate your shared place with pretty balloons, a nice dinner, and you also dressed up beautifully, wanting nothing more than to make him feel welcome.
the familiar rhythm of his footsteps became closer, and closer.
they felt quicker, heavier.
…heavier?
you cocked your head to the side, the anticipation making your breath hitch.
but what came inside the room was no boyfriend of yours; it couldn't be.
that man was huge, like a beast that could lift you up with a single finger.
however, his face had the brightest of smiles, sunset-like eyes glimmering with sheer adoration, a stark contrast to the rest of his body.
he let the duffel bag fall from his shoulder with a soft thud, his legs carrying him closer to you.
“my baby,” caleb breathed out.
you couldn't even finish appreciating how big his biceps had gotten, or how the compression shirt highlighted the new curve of his pecs and a little bit of a belly, because he held you tightly in an almost bone-crushing hug.
your head ended up buried in his soft chest, your arms barely wrapping around his bulky torso.
oh dear lord.
what was this, what happened to caleb, and why did it feel so… right?
you managed to pull back, cheeks hot, eyes wide, hands shakily placed over his pecs without realizing it, just to steady yourself.
“...lebbie, you—” you whispered, lips parted in surprise. “woah, i mean…”
“missed me?” he grinned, hands cupping your cheeks.
you could only nod, still trying to take in what was right in front of you.
caleb watched you eye him up and down, his smile growing smugger by the second, his fingers squeezing your cheeks just enough to make your lips purse.
“like what you see?”
you nodded quickly, then pressed your hands against his chest again, squeaking when he flexed subtly under your touch.
oh, yeah.
you giggled manically when he let you grope the supple flesh, his eyes crinkling at the sides.
there was this tiny voice in your head telling you to take a bite and not let go, but you had decorum and a tiny bit of decency left in you, so you chose not to.
“i was expectin' lots of kisses when i came back, but i won't complain,” he teased, enjoying the way your fingers traced the outline of his muscles.
you poked his belly and then leaned in to peck his lips, smiling softly.
“i really missed you, lebbie,” you whispered, before looking down again. “but i'm a bit busy getting acquainted with… everything.”
he grinned, purposely straightening up and lifting his tight shirt just so you could see.
“well, go ahead, angel. i'm yours to explore.”
the voice in your head grew wilder.
bite, bite, bite.
“don't mind if i do…” you excitedly touched, squished, poked, and pinched every new inch of skin and stretch marks.
he was so soft, but also stronger.
way stronger.
you stood up straight and clapped your hands, eyes glinting with bad ideas.
“manhandle me,” you asked, bouncing on the tips of your toes. “like, yank me around or something. pretty please, pretty please, pretty pleaaaaase!”
“angel, i—”
“oh, come on! don't be a coward! or are you scared?” you taunted, smiling widely. “oooh, is the big man scared? scared he won't be able to handle me?”
before you could even blink, a squeak escaped your lips when he lifted you up like a sack of potatoes, proceeding to let your body fall onto the sofa.
he got on top of you, and even while he was supporting most of his weight with his hands, you could still feel the heavy pressure of his abdomen against yours.
thank you god.
“you still want to be manhandled?” he asked, his voice slightly huskier.
this was the best day of your life.
“yeah!” you nodded eagerly, then pushed his wrists away, making his body crush you almost immediately as he lost his balance.
you groaned softly, and his eyes immediately went wide.
“fuck, angel!” he grunted, trying his best to move away, but your legs and arms were wrapped around him tightly, securing him in place.
your voice was muffled underneath him, but it didn't sound distressed.
quite the opposite, actually.
“stay… like this… for every month you were away,” you mumbled, slightly breathless.
he shifted his weight just enough to let you breathe, but he stayed on top, now wrapping his arms around you.
what was he going to do with you?
you nuzzled his neck happily, his warmth and familiar scent making you sleepy already.
the food was already cold, and your pretty outfit was all wrinkled and disheveled now, but none of it mattered.
your now teddy bear of a boyfriend was back, and you'd spend hours and entire days remembering and rediscovering how amazing it felt being in his arms.~
hello i absolutely love your works i would binge read everything every 2 weeks or so haha could i request main!five with a scenario like them being all casual/just woken up/doing normal stuff and reader is like "hey handsome, stop teasing me like that" HEHE i tend to see more towards reader so i thought it'd be interesting if we flipped it over this time to the boys!
𐙚˙⋆.˚ mainfive! x gn!reader ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluff, suggestive! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭
﹙♡﹚i absolutely ADOREEEED this one! i'd make these men blush if i could! ♡ thank you so much for your patience, darling ♡ ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ﾞ
𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb! ꒰੭
it was a lazy sunday, or at least it was for you.
you were still in bed, sleepy, looking down at a random shoe, comfy under the covers.
consciousness chased you, but you were faster.
meanwhile, caleb was outside, cutting up some wooden boards to finally finish the tree house you've always dreamed of as a kid; the one he promised to build for you.
the noise caught your attention, so you finally stood up and walked to the window, curiously peeking through it with the duvet wrapped around you like a cocoon.
and, oh…
the sight was a blessing.
he wasn't doing anything extraordinary, really.
he had an old shirt on, some sweatpants, and his hair was a bit messy, but he was sweaty, and his biceps flexed as he worked.
your sleepy state sharply disappeared, replaced by raw interest.
“now that's what i'm talking about,” you whispered to yourself, gently biting your lower lip.
he didn't even notice your presence, too caught up measuring and tracing faint lines with precision, eyebrows furrowed slightly.
you let the duvet fall and immediately walked to the garden, leaning against the doorframe.
caleb turned around when he heard a low whistle, finding a pleased expression and a nasty little smile that was up to no good.
“woah, hey, angel. up already?” he grinned, wiping some sweat away from his brow.
“oh, yeah,” you purred, tilting your head as you looked him up and down. “although you look so dreamy, i'm not sure i'm awake yet. if i'm not… please do not wake me up.~”
he leaned back, blinking quickly.
oh?
he sheepishly smiled, fixing his hair.
the movement made the shirt strain against his muscles, his shaped body visible through the fabric.
such a tease, wasn't he?
you approached, and he instinctively put the sharp tools away from you so you wouldn't get hurt.
but you weren't even noticing that; you had something much better to look at.
“it's so early, lebbie… yet you're being such a tease,” you whispered, pouting your lips. “that's so not fair.”
he was amazed.
confused.
but amazed.
tease?
how on earth was he being a tease?
he looked around at his tools, the wooden planks, and his disheveled state before meeting your hungry gaze again.
“well, uh… didn't know you had a thing for construction workers,” he chuckled softly, his heart beating slightly faster.
those eyes of yours would kill him.
“no, not all of them. just one in particular,” you stepped in front of him and looked at his lips.
he was ridiculously adorable, almost like a german shepherd trying to act like a chihuahua pup; fidgety and nervous.
but he knew exactly what he was doing to you, or so you thought.
caleb started to catch on, noticing the effect he had on you was genuine, even when he hadn't even had that in mind.
so, with the confidence you knew him for, he smirked and puffed out his chest.
“oh yeah? well, just tryin' to get some work done,” he turned around, grabbing his tools again, indifferent and cool. “you can stay if you want, baby. watch as i make your dreams come true.”
however, before you could react or even answer, he took his shirt off, his head turning slightly over his shoulder to catch your reaction with a slight smirk.
your eyes went wide in sheer glee.
now he was teasing you alright, giving you a far better show.
you sat on a lawn chair and watched happily, his muscular back shifting with each movement, skin shining under the sun.
he barely had to move for you to be mesmerized; your pupils dilating, your teeth catching your lower lip.
see?
you knew he was doing this on purpose, always trying to get a reaction out of you to boost his ego and convince both you and himself that he had always been the best choice.
what a gorgeous, perfectly hot and lazy sunday.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel! ꒰੭
rafayel was effortlessly charming, no matter what he did.
he could do as much as smile, and you'd feel blessed by the gods above.
right now, he was simply getting ready for bed; a glass of prosecco in one hand, as the other ruffled up his lavender curls lazily.
his cheeks were rosy, his eyes were starting to close, and the straight line of his muscular back curled forward; shoulders slumped.
you stood at the end of the bed, looking at him with quiet intensity, your eyebrows furrowing slightly.
was he even trying to look this… appealing, or did he simply have to exist for you to feel attracted?
since he was also quite performative, you wondered if this soft, dreamy vision was a carefully constructed scene to get you closer, or if he was simply just… tired.
you crawled towards him on the bed, your hands finding his thighs very, very slowly.
he looked up immediately and offered his glass to you, his smile sleepy.
“here,” he mumbled, followed by a soft yawn. “if you want some, cutie.”
however, you quietly took the glass away from him and set it on the bedside table, never taking your eyes off him.
the messy hair, his parted lips, his eyes that, albeit still open, were far gone, since he sometimes napped awake… like a fish.
he was trying to seduce you.
“easy there, shark,” you purred, climbing over his lap. “you're trying to be a tease, hm?”
he blinked slowly, eyes unfocused.
who, him?
“uh… no?”
“no need to lie,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his cheek softly. “are you sure that's a good idea, raffy? tempting me this late?”
your lips traced his warm skin, your index finger gently touching the tip of his nose.
while he absolutely loved the attention, he was, perhaps, a little bit too tipsy and tired to fully comprehend your words.
how was he tempting you?
his hands weakly held your waist, eyes trying their best to focus.
“cutie, are you in heat?” he asked, then looked out the window. “is there a full moon today…?”
“oh, please,” you smiled, nuzzling his jawline. “don't act as if you didn't know what you're doing to me.”
he forced himself to come to his senses, long eyelashes fluttering, slender fingers tracing circles on your skin under your shirt.
okay, so… he just needed to sit there and breathe for you to be all over him?
sign him the hell up.
with a sudden shift in demeanor and a boost in energy, he stretched back, now resting against the bedpost.
he then just smiled, a subtle little smirk that took no effort, yet validated what you had been saying all along; he was indeed teasing you.
“mhm, you caught me,” he whispered, eyes closing. “i'm totally teasing you...”
you kissed his lips, then his jaw, and raffy hummed in contentment, pulling you closer.
“it's not fair for you to be like this,” you mumbled. “acting all clueless, like i was the one going crazy, but you did this to get a reaction, no?”
silence.
“i knew you were. you always lure me in, raffy.”
more silence.
you pulled back to caress his cheeks, and a loud snore escaped from his lips, making you gasp softly.
he was asleep.
so… he was genuinely trying to rest?
you stared at him in disbelief before laughing softly, fingers brushing carefully through the soft strands of his hair.
you had been scammed.
all the tension, his half-lidded eyes, that smug smile of his…
only for him to pass out peacefully.
you couldn't even call him a dummy, because, apparently, you were the dumb one in this situation.
you kissed his forehead and got comfortable on top of him, studying his face for a little while.
even asleep, he looked unfairly beautiful, as if created by the universe itself just to enchant you.
and enchanted you clearly were.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus! ꒰੭
someone call the firemen; you were burning up.
your boyfriend was the hottest man alive, and you felt like a starved traveler spotting an oasis after spending months wandering the desert.
what was he doing?
was he shirtless?
was he flexing his muscles?
was he purposely riling you up and giving you those eyes that meant trouble?
no.
he was simply cooking; sleeves rolled up, his back to you, a low, unfamiliar tune escaping his lips…
he wasn't preparing anything fancy, either; just boiling some carrots and chopping up boiled chicken to feed stray kittens.
but gosh, you needed a fan and a cold shower, because you were sure he was doing this to provoke you.
you approached slowly, arms coiling around his waist very, very carefully.
you pressed your cheek against his strong back, his warmth and scent clouding your judgment immediately.
“hm, sy,” you called out, your voice muffled. “you're soooo mean.”
he didn't stop chopping, but his head turned slightly to address you.
“is that so, sweetheart?” he asked, amused. “may i know why that is?”
“you're teasing me,” you whined softly, caressing his sides.
his mind briefly stopped working as he assessed the situation.
…teasing you?
sylus put the knife down after a few seconds and turned around, facing you. he leaned his back against the counter, arms crossed over his chest.
“ah, yes. because boiling vegetables and chicken is clearly scandalous behavior.”
“well, it is when you're the one doing it!” you stepped closer, hugging him again. “you're probably doing it on purpose to get me all clingy…”
he arched an eyebrow, retrieving a cloth to clean his hands so he could pull you closer to him.
“doing what exactly, kitten? cooking?” he smirked. “you're accusing me of teasing you… while i'm just standing here.”
you pouted.
“yes, because you're standing there like that; all handsome and domestic.”
“and that's teasing?” he chuckled, infuriatingly so.
“it is!”
how could he not see it?
the way his muscles flexed, the way his tall frame had to lean forward so he could reach the counter, the way everything seemed small around his huge frame…
he suddenly leaned down, lips brushing against your ear as he whispered.
“you're the one clinging to me, sweetheart. if anything, you're the tease.”
your cheeks grew warm immediately, and you pulled back, pointing at him.
“don't flip this on me, mister. take responsibility for your actions,” you said, your tone firm. “it should be illegal to look this good while doing… whatever.”
he grabbed your wrist and pulled you close again.
“look at you, you poor thing,” he teased deliberately now, his thumb brushing the tender spot under your eye. “aren't i the cruelest man, making you suffer like this?”
“you damn sure are,” you whispered, meeting his gaze.
sylus was enjoying this way too much for your liking; you had just given him the perfect chance to tease you for real, and you were still deciding whether that was a good idea or not.
“well, sweetie,” he circled your waist with his arms, keeping you in place. “since preparing food for some kittens has become rather sinful, what do you suggest i do?”
“you… could kiss me,” you simply said, puckering your lips and closing your eyes. “to make up for your shamelessness.”
well, he still wasn't sure how or why the simple act of cooking was alluring to you, but if you said he was the culprit, then he certainly had to be.
he cupped your cheek with one hand, leaning in to brush his lips against yours.
however, before he could kiss you, he smirked faintly.
“the strays must be fed first,” he whispered, nuzzling your nose. “then i'll come back to apologize to my kitten.”
you gasped.
he returned to his duties as if it wasn't a big deal.
oh, you'd make him pay big time for the audacity… and for showing you what his real teasing looked like.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier! ꒰੭
you were reviewing something on your laptop, being as quiet as possible since xavier was still asleep.
you took a sip from the steaming cup of tea beside you, still a bit sleepy, but motivated enough to start with your day.
after a few minutes, the soft paddling of his bare feet against the wooden floor made you look up, and you saw your boyfriend right there; with adorably messy hair and a wrinkly shirt.
he rubbed his eyes, yawned once, and scratched his back softly.
“morning, sleepyhead,” you sweetly said, beckoning him closer.
he mumbled a “good morning,” and then proceeded to kiss the top of your head.
you smiled and watched as he moved around the kitchen, still trying to think of what to do next.
after some hesitation, he lazily began stretching right in front of you.
he pulled his arms up, and when the hem of his shirt lifted up, you caught a glimpse of his toned abdomen.
you tilted your head with interest, all while he kept the pose for a few seconds, unmoving.
was he showing off his abs on purpose, or did he fall asleep again mid-stretch?
anyhow, you liked the view.
a lot.
“teasing me so early, xavi?” you whispered, your voice velvety but light.
he opened only one of those gorgeous eyes, his head also tilting like yours, but in a curious manner.
“hm?”
you took another sip of your hot tea before getting comfortable in your chair, gesturing at his abs with your hand.
“go on, xav. i'll enjoy this early show,” you smiled, leaning back against the chair. “don't let me interrupt you.”
he opened both eyes now, arms slowly falling to his sides.
show…?
he stretched tentatively and a bit awkwardly, as if figuring out what you wanted to see or what was so attractive in the first place.
as he did, his shirt rode up again, and you smiled with pure delight, your hands clapping softly.
“keep going,” you whispered.
his cheeks flushed a bit as he realized what you were referring to.
“i wasn't trying to…”
you rested your chin on your hand, watching him with keen interest.
oh, right.
“sure you weren't,” you teased, giggling afterwards.
his lips parted a bit, like he was about to say something, but then stopped himself.
you knew xavier could be clueless and a bit slow when he just woke up, but you also knew he loved teasing you and putting you in difficult situations.
right now, you were almost sure he was teasing you, even when he looked genuinely confused.
…if you only knew he truly was.
xavier took his time to process things and properly react to this new predicament, but once he did, his eyes darkened slightly.
he would give you a show, why not?
if that got your attention to stay on him for a while longer, he wouldn't complain.
he pulled his shirt off completely, letting it fall to the floor.
then, he stretched again, his muscles flexing under the soft morning light leaking through the windows.
your breath hitched, and you sat up straighter in your chair, your hands clutched close to your chest.
oh…!
so this was him teasing you, really, really teasing you.
you thought you'd get your chance to truly enjoy the view, but he, as if nothing had happened, turned around and walked to the fridge.
“hey, you—!” you stood up quickly, pointing at him. “you can't just leave me hanging, xaviiii! you're being so mean!”
he pulled out some apple juice and turned back to face you with those bright, almost innocent-looking eyes but the faintest of knowing smirks curling up his lips.
“wasn't trying to.”
and with that, he walked right past you, leaving you completely flabbergasted.
he might've not been teasing you from the start as you thought, but he sure did know how to leave you wanting more, and all with that unknowing look in his eyes.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne! ꒰੭
to say you loved your boyfriend was an understatement.
you were obsessed with him and everything he did.
he talked? you swooned.
he looked at you? you melted.
he got near? you got close to fainting.
he was trying to get used to that crazy amount of love, especially since he didn't consider himself to be out of this world.
you, on the other hand, couldn't conceive how on earth he was so blind to his own charm.
perhaps he was just trying to be humble, because there was no way he didn't know how attractive he looked just by… well, existing.
one saturday afternoon, he was sitting down on the couch; legs slightly spread, one hand holding a book, while the other kept his tea mug surprisingly steady midair.
he took a small sip, his hazel eyes going from left to right without missing a beat.
you walked in and stopped in your tracks, your heart racing immediately.
the black turtleneck strained against his muscles, his veiny and large hands covered almost the entire book, and his focused face was a sight to behold.
“dr. li,” you breathed out, clutching the doorframe. “my goodness…”
he looked up, his expression softening. he put both the mug and the book down, smiling faintly.
“my love,” he nodded softly. “are you alright?”
you shook your head and gave him yet another lingering look.
you knew he wasn't doing anything to purposely tease you, but…
this could be an amazing opportunity for him to know just how much he really affected you.
“how could i be when you're being such a tease, zaynie?” you purred, fanning yourself with your hand. “hmm, look at you.”
he blinked quickly before looking down at his lap, the tips of his ears turning cherry red. he grabbed the book again and cleared his throat.
“i am not doing anything in particular that could be… deemed teasing,” he whispered, flipping a page.
you walked to him and dropped yourself onto his lap, straddling him. then, you wrapped your arms around his neck, sighing heavily.
“oh, zaynie, zaynie, zaynie,” you nuzzled his cheek. “you really have no idea what you do to me, huh?”
he froze, his eyes refusing to meet yours.
his hands awkwardly held your waist, keeping you close subconsciously.
“i do not—” his voice died down when you rubbed your cheeks together like a happy kitten.
“so handsome, so hot… you got me constantly on edge, dr. li,” you leaned back to cup his cheeks, biting your lower lip softly.
you traced the bridge of his nose with your fingertip, and then you took off his glasses.
his eyelashes fluttered, and when he met your gaze, his cheeks immediately turned red.
the book fell to the floor with a soft thud, and that's when you knew zayne was already losing it.
“no, no, don't act all innocent now,” you kept going, smiling proudly. “you look this good just to tease me, i mean, those abs…”
“flower,” he whispered, his hands sliding up.
“what? can't i talk about how sexy y— hmph!” zayne's left palm was now covering your mouth entirely, effectively quieting you down.
“that… that is enough. you are being a brat,” he accused, clearly flustered, pulling his hand away when you playfully licked it.
“well, sorry for being honest!” finally, and for his sake, you stood up, but not before kissing his lips tenderly. “you tease. tease, tease!”
he followed you with his gaze as you retreated, and then he picked up the poor book with slightly shaky hands.
when he thought you were gone, he looked down at his own abdomen, noticing the way the shirt indeed strained around the worked muscle.
he spread his legs a bit more, perhaps with newfound confidence, his eyes subtly looking for you in case you came back to keep praising him.
if he looked as sexy as you told him he did, you'd be back in his lap in no time, or so he hoped… but he'd never say that out loud.~
How often do you take reqs & how long does it take for you to write them? Can I ask if the abortion request broke any of your rules? Thanks ♥️
﹙♡﹚hello, hello! ♡ ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ﾞ
﹙♡﹚so, i used to open up my requests for a few days, let them come in, and then close them again! that gave me a short period of time to work on them all.
﹙♡﹚however, lots of people wanted to submit their ideas, and since my reqs were closed, they weren't able to! that's when i decided to open them permanently. i'm taking my time to work on each request, approximately one to three days, depending on how inspired i am. ( ˶•ᴖ•) !!
﹙♡﹚i know it's taking way more time, but i wanted to deliver works i'd be proud of, instead of just rushing to meet a timeline! things are looking like this so far btw:
﹙♡﹚...yeah. and it thrills me! i'm very, very happy with the amount of requests and ideas you babies send to me! thank you so, so much ♡ ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ﾞ
﹙♡﹚as for the other part, i don't think i've added that to my rules, but i do understand it is a heavy topic for many. i usually don't like to touch d3ath themes, given it causes me anxiety to do so... but i do try to proceed with caution!
﹙♡﹚i can totally write a comforting piece with some implications to the topic, as i'd do with mental health issues, (or other heavy themes i've allowed before) but i won't be anything explicit or heartbreaking, naturally.
﹙♡﹚also, i haven't received said request (or maybe i have but i can't find it ꒰˵ˊᯅˋ˵꒱) so if you wish to send it again, that's okay! i'll work on it if it's something i'm comfortable with!
﹙♡﹚do remember, though, that i'll be as careful as possible! i want this blog to be lighthearted and comforting, and if i can soothe or help someone feel better, then i'll try my best. (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ
﹙♡﹚i do want to add that i'm currently trying to write and surround myself with fluffy, comforting themes so as to help my mental health. my anxiety works in mysterious ways, and just the mention of heavy themes makes me feel that those things will happen to me if i write about them. the pink, the ribbons, the fluff, and all of the pretty things i add to this blog help tremendously, lol ♡
﹙♡﹚thank you so much for asking and checking in, love. feel comfortable to ask or dm me if you have questions; i'll gladly clarify anything you babies ask! remember this blog is as mine as it is yours. ♡
can I request how zayne would react to latina!reader making him tres leches and flan for the first time? I know he’d love those
𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne x latina fem!reader ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluffy fluff! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭
﹙♡﹚tres leches cake can make me their slave. i love it. it's so moist and sweet, ughhhh ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ᐢ꒱⸒⸒ also, we have our own version of the flan here in peru, it's called crema volteada, though it's way creamier! loved writing this ♡
there you were, earphones on, moving around the kitchen with practiced ease.
the flan was already done, and the tres leches cake needed just a dash of cinnamon on top.
you usually didn't put this much effort in unless it was a very special occasion, but since zayne told you he'd never tried either of those desserts, you knew you had to do something about it.
you could feed an entire family of ten with both of the sweet treats, but it was worth it. he could have them for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and as a guilty little snack if he wanted to; you made them for him anyway.
he came back home quite early, considering how busy the hospital had been in the last couple of weeks.
when he stepped inside the kitchen, the sweet smell of caramel and milk took over his sensitive nose.
he teleported instantly to a heavenly place, full of clouds and sweet treats.
his eyes were just as blessed when he spotted the colorful plate with the flan, a golden glaze making the yellow, fluffy-looking delicacy look even more appetizing.
and let's not talk about the moist tres leches cake, with three different kinds of milk all combined to make it a delicious, sweet, and fresh piece of art.
he was salivating, almost.
“zayne!” you called out happily once you noticed him, taking your earphones off and clapping your hands with delight. “you're home, baby! come, come.~”
he adjusted his glasses, briefly staring at you before focusing on the counter.
he looked like a child at a birthday party, standing in front of the food and wondering whether or not he could take some.
“well, you gotta kiss your girlfriend first when you come home, don't you think?”
ah, right.
the sweetest thing ever, and his favorite dessert; your lips.
he softened his expression, gently cupping your cheeks and leaning in to kiss you, lingering more than necessary.
“i apologize, my love. the sight momentarily distracted me.”
“yeah, i knew it would, mi vida,” you chuckled, grabbing a small kitchen knife and his favorite plate; one with cutesy little penguins. “so, since you told me you never had these… i decided to make them for you!”
you proudly said, gesturing at both containers.
“now… they're all yours, so you get to decide which one you want first. maybe the flan, maybe the tres leches cake. it's up to you.”
he adjusted his glasses again, pushing them up his nose with a finger as he examined both desserts closely.
“i'll have the flan first,” he decided, nodding to himself.
“i knew you would say that,” you giggled, slicing a generous portion and placing it on his plate. “it's softer and sweeter.”
he took a spoon and gently scooped a little bit, bringing it to his lips.
his expression was… priceless.
he closed his eyes briefly, freezing in place as the flavor melted on his tongue.
“zaynie? is it good?” you smiled, leaning your head against his shoulder.
“it is exquisite,” he whispered.
he took another spoonful, savoring it again, and again…
before he could reach for the knife and get another slice, you gently swatted his hand away.
“no, no, no,” you giggled. “you still have to try out the other one!”
his eyes met yours with indignation, but the offer was tempting, to say the least. he leaned back and nodded, following your hand as you cut a slice of the cake.
“...you can make it bigger,” he mumbled, as if it were a secret. “i do not mind.”
you arched an eyebrow, grinning as you cut a bigger slice, to which he nodded subtly.
once he got his greedy hands on the spoon, you leaned your elbows against the countertop, your chin resting in the palm of your hands.
he took a bite, and… oh.
his expression was just as priceless as before, if not better.
he sighed, eyes closed in bliss.
“my god,” he muttered, shaking his head. “this… how did you make this?”
you shrugged, hugging his arm.
“meh, just a little bit of love here, and a dash of sugar there. i'd do anything for you, mi amor.”
he put the spoon down and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close. his chin rested against the top of your head, and you happily hugged him back, nuzzling against his chest.
“they are incredible,” he whispered. “you are incredible. thank you, my flower.”
“aw, zaynie…” you smiled, gently squishing his cheeks. “now, finish your plate. i'll save the rest for later, and i'll send some containers for yvonne and gre—”
he grunted softly, his hands immediately pulling the tray of tres leches and the plate with the flan closer to him.
“...there is no need,” he quietly said, not meeting your gaze. “you made them for me, i shall decide who gets them. and, momentarily, that should only be me.”
you stared at him with astonishment before chuckling sweetly, now peppering his entire face with kisses.
“of course, you greedy monster… they're aaaaaall yours.”
he closed his eyes and smiled faintly, rubbing small circles on your waist.
you would worry about his dental health and sugar levels later, but during the following days, —or even just day, given how much he loved the desserts— you would simply enjoy watching him eat with so much joy.
AGH IVE BEEN WAITING TO SUBMIT THIS REQUEST FOR AGESSS >o<
ok so I wanted to see what the li reactions would be to non!mc being all loud and giggly over chat, always texting first and sending voice messages and all but when they meet for the first time irl, she’s the shyest person ever? Like a complete 180 😭 it’s literally me irl and I feel like such a catfisher but personality wise smhhhh but I feel like they’d find it cute or smth 🥹🤞🏾
𐙚˙⋆.˚ mainfive! x gn!reader ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluffy fluff! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭
﹙♡﹚i can't blame reader, i would probably faint if i had any of them in front of me. and also, i find it so cute when people are like this, as an extrovert, i wanna adopt all the shy babies out there ♡ ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ﾞ
𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb! ꒰੭
“omg yes, i can't wait to kiss u all over~”
“i'm home alone, wish u were here :(”
“the day we finally get to see each other irl, i swear i'll be locking u up forever, leb ♡♡♡”
those were the kind of texts caleb would wake up to, and he loved them.
he loved when you spammed emojis, when you sent little hearts, or when you took pictures while doing the most random things.
he had been patiently waiting for the day you two could finally meet, so that he could get those kisses and messy make-outs you've been promising through texts.
after some months, he bought a ticket to come see you, since you told him you were ready.
before he boarded the plane, you were on a call with him, laughing, giggling, saying just how excited you were and how you couldn't wait to see him.
however, when he arrived at the airport and looked for you, he didn't find you anywhere.
he thought maybe you hadn't arrived yet, because he knew you wouldn't just… ditch him or something.
plus, he was sure you weren't a catfish, given you'd facetimed before.
when he started looking around, he received a text.
“i can see you...”
naturally, his eyes travelled everywhere, and just when he thought you were far away, he found someone hidden behind a wall.
your eyes, your body, your hair…
it was you.
he grinned brighter than the sun itself, dragging his suitcase all the way to you, his eyes warm.
you couldn't do this.
you were shaking like a leaf, hands clutching the wall, eyes looking everywhere but at him.
he stopped in front of you, leaning in just enough to look at your face.
“woah… you're even more gorgeous in person, baby,” he whispered, his hand going up to cup your cheek.
you swallowed loudly, fighting to look up and meet his gaze.
when you did, though, the entire world seemed to stop.
caleb stood there, grinning like an excited puppy, with shiny eyes and a huge smile only a man crazy in love could have.
he waited patiently for your reaction; perhaps you were still in shock and would kiss him in a minute!
…but then two minutes went by, and you were just there, staring at him, your body hot, your hands trembling.
he tilted his head.
“baby?”
you opened your mouth, closed it, then opened it again.
“…hi.”
it was barely a whisper.
his brows furrowed, confused.
“…you okay?” he asked softly.
you nodded quickly, eyes darting away.
he was… confused.
oh no, was he not what you expected?
did he smell?
he checked his breath and his armpits discreetly before focusing on you again.
you looked at him with those pretty eyes he had as his lockscreen, and his heart melted all over again.
you weren't really saying much, so it took him some seconds to realize you were actually just nervous.
his smile softened, and he gently crouched down, opening his suitcase right there in the middle of the airport to ease the tension.
“i, uh, i brought you some gifts… i remember you told me you wanted to try these,” he gently said, taking out some snacks you'd seen him eating before yet didn't have in your town.
you also spotted plushies, jewelry, and other things he saw you liking on social media, all of which he bought for this special occasion.
“...and i also brought some of my hoodies. you once said you wanted to wear th—”
a soft, painfully shy smooch echoed, and his ears turned red.
you had kissed his cheek, arms wrapped around his neck.
“angel…” he whispered, to which you quickly turned around, your face burning.
“we… will miss the train back home. let's go,” you urged awkwardly, and he obeyed without question, quickly putting everything back in place.
home.
he'd finally see your home.
you took his hand without meeting his gaze, internally screaming, kicking, doing laps and cartwheels, making out with him with messy tongue kisses, and getting the duct tape and ropes ready.
externally, though?
you were being adorably shy, tugging at his hand and facing away.
luckily for you, caleb was head over heels.
that little cheek kiss sent his heart wild, and he couldn't stop staring at you with lovesick eyes.
maybe you'd get crazy once you were back in the comfort of your house, without all the people watching.
but even if you didn't and remained just as painfully shy, he would still be the happiest man ever, all because he could finally hold you and keep all the promises he made in return.
because, in his case, he wasn't shy at all, and he wouldn't go easy on you now that he had you right in front of him.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel! ꒰੭
late-night calls that lasted more than seven hours, lots of pictures and silly selfies between you two, voice notes instead of texts…
you were the loudest couple ever, and you guys weren't even together in the same room.
he counted the days until he could see you, because he knew it would be a movie-worthy encounter, with loud smooches, tears, long hugs, and sweet nothings delivered in whispers.
he thought you'd cling to him like a monkey, given how much energy you had and how you'd facetime him while literally jumping or running around, unable to stay still.
he wanted to meet his little sunshine in person and get a taste of that frenetic love.~
you, on the other hand, couldn't stop texting him on the day he was supposed to come over by train.
you called, you sent voice messages, you sent lots of pictures of different places you wanted to take him to, you even sent the outfit you were wearing just to hear his praise and sweet words.
he arrived early, with two suitcases and an aura that had people wondering whether he was a celebrity or a model.
rafayel sat down on a small bench, texting you and patiently waiting while looking at his surroundings.
meanwhile, you were hidden behind a large column, stalking him like a creep, trying to calm down your racing heart and trembling legs.
he looked amazing in real life.
since you weren't answering, he decided to call you, and your ringtone happened to be so, so loud that your hiding place wasn't a secret anymore.
“cutie?” he called out, making you freeze in place.
he stood up, his large suitcases rolling behind him as he stepped closer and closer, until his frame cast a shadow over your hidden figure.
he immediately recognized you and the outfit you were wearing, his smile widening.
“look at you…” he mumbled, his hands reaching out to gently touch your hair, his fresh scent filling your senses.
you were trembling like a chihuahua, looking down at your feet with wide eyes.
what were you supposed to do?
suddenly, his arms were around you in a tight hug, his nose nuzzling your head, his lips finding your forehead.
“my pretty pearl, you're finally in my arms,” he whispered, expecting you to hug him back and make a fuss, because… hello? he was literally there.
but you didn't move, your body rooted to the floor.
“don't tell me i'm dreaming,” he smiled, pulling back.
but just then, he noticed your still frame, your unmoving face… and his expression dropped. he frowned gently, hands on your shoulders.
“cutie…? i'm sorry, aren't you… aren't you happy to see me?”
how could you tell him you wanted to suck the soul out of his body through a long kiss, but your dumb brain wouldn't allow you to?
“sorry, perhaps i… perhaps i was too forward,” he stepped back, awkwardly fixing his coat.
his brows were slightly furrowed; this wasn't the reaction he'd been hoping for.
your silence was making him nervous.
“should we… go to your place? or…” his voice was small, unsure, and he didn't sound like the confident man you'd spent hours on calls with.
but you couldn't take it anymore, so with all the strength you had inside you, you pulled him back towards you, crushing him in your arms.
your entire form was trembling; your lips never once parted to speak, yet there you were, hugging your boyfriend with all the strength you had.
his breath hitched.
“oh… oh, my dear,” his arms wrapped around you, his nose buried in your hair. “there you are, you were scaring me.”
you met his gaze, and when he touched your cheek, he felt the burning skin against his fingertips.
so you were just… shy.
“aren't you just precious, hm?” he kissed the tip of your nose, staring into your eyes lovingly. it was the face he had been dreaming of for months; the very same face he vowed to paint once he saw it in real life.
“raffy, i'm sorry,” you whispered, your voice low and muffled.
he smiled and pressed his forehead against yours.
“no biggie, cutie. as long as you didn't want to ditch me or something as soon as you saw me…”
you shook your head profusely, furrowing your brows.
“good, good,” he grabbed his suitcases again, cocking his head to the side. “you know, i was planning on kissing you, but i guess i'll have to do that when you're ready.”
your eyes went wide, darting elsewhere.
“rafayel…”
“you better be prepared, my dear. i don't think i'll be able to control myself while i'm this close to you. now, shall we go home, cutie?”
and that look in his gorgeous pink-cerulean eyes showed that his warning was very, very serious.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus! ꒰੭
you told sylus to meet you at a cafe when he arrived in your town.
he said he would gladly pick you up, but you didn't want him to; you wanted the first encounter to be special and memorable.
so, he, being the good, obedient giant he was, waited patiently, already thinking of all the things he would order for you.
he could almost hear your bubbly voice and see your kissy face getting closer to his; the thought alone made him smile faintly.
after twenty minutes, you arrived.
his crimson eyes shot up the moment the little bell chimed, and you stayed there, looking at him like a deer caught in headlights.
he was…
oh god, he was huge, handsome, and even better than in the thousands of pictures you'd seen of him.
sylus' eyes softened almost immediately. he stood up and approached with slow steps, his gaze traveling up and down your figure with barely concealed amazement.
“hello there, sweetheart,” he quietly said, leaning down slightly to look into your eyes.
you were gorgeous, just as he knew you'd be.
however, you were being… way too quiet.
he expected a squeal, a scream, or for you to run into his arms.
but you were just there, staring at him like a little hamster looking at a lion.
although it was unexpected, he understood this could be very overwhelming, so he stood back, letting you explore at your own pace and react whenever you wanted to.
…which you didn't.
you were quiet as a mouse.
one would think you owed him money and he was intimidating you into complying.
now, while sylus was a very chill man, he was starting to feel worried.
what if you were genuinely scared of him, and he wasn't what you had expected?
because, from what he knew, you weren't one to get so nervous. in fact, you were the one carrying the conversations and spamming him day and night with videos and funny stuff.
he retreated quietly, though he remained patient, calm, observant.
you shifted your weight before studying him up and down.
god, you wanted him so badly.
“take your time, darling,” he said, his low voice making your heart thump.
inevitably, as another customer walked in, you were forced to move away from the door and step towards sylus, your breath hitching.
he smelled amazing; so mature, so… good.
you wanted to bury your face in his strong chest and inhale until your lungs gave out.
sylus noticed your quickened breathing and slightly widened eyes, and he chuckled softly.
“i'm not going to bite,” he assured you before holding a hand out, palm up.
would it be too weird to think he was able to smell your nerves?
because you were sure he could.
despite your hesitation, you took his hand after some seconds, his touch immediately warm. he gently pulled you closer, his lips meeting your knuckles tenderly.
“you have no idea how delightful it is to finally be in front of you, sweetie.”
your knees buckled right there, and you just couldn't help yourself anymore.
you shakily leaned in and hugged him, hiding your face against his chest.
his arms immediately surrounded you, the tension in his shoulders disappearing.
you unconsciously sniffed his tight turtleneck sweater, sighing softly at the scent.
“not so shy now, are we?” he mumbled, lifting your chin so that you would look into his eyes.
your cheeks burned up, even more so when he gently caressed the apple of your cheek.
you were so different from how you were over text, and you were aware of it.
you thought he would judge you, or even worse, think you were lying or putting on a personality that didn't belong to you.
after all, you did say through voice messages that you'd devour his handsome face day and night.
and your demeanor right now did not match those desires at all.
however, his eyes showed nothing but understanding and a hint of amusement.
cocky.
"shall we sit down?” he asked, already pulling the chair for you. naturally, you sat down, albeit still nervous.
while he reviewed the menu all over again, you called him out.
“sylus?”
his name on your lips made his heart flutter.
“yes, sweetheart?”
“i'm sorry if… this wasn't the reunion you had in mind,” you whispered, looking down at the table and then back at him.
he reached for your hand, his warm fingers caressing your palm.
“don't be. you're everything i imagined, and more. you're absolutely charming, darling,” he assured you, his tone genuine. “and i know you'll warm up to me soon.”
the way he looked at you, like a man determined to make you fulfill all of those promises you made via text…
it sent a shiver down your spine.
you'd made a lot of them, so you had to prepare yourself to give this man what was rightfully his, at your own pace, of course.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier! ꒰੭
xavier knew everything about you, since you overshared eeeeeverything.
you would facetime him while being in the bathroom, or even describe how your tummy rumbled after a heavy meal.
you had no shame, and somehow, xavi was charmed by that.
he wasn't a good texter, because he was far too lazy to reply sometimes, but during calls, he'd listen to you and enjoy how interesting your days were.
you were the bright, shining sun to his serene moon.
after some months of talking, once you felt comfortable enough for him to come see you, he bought his plane ticket and went after you.
the flight was long, and he was a bit tired, even after napping for hours straight. he also came out of the plane with messy hair, a long sweater, hazy eyes, and a baby blue bag over his shoulder.
as he looked for you, though, his demeanor changed.
his heart beat faster, his eyes glimmered with excitement, his fingers faintly clutching the bag straps.
after ten minutes or so, he took his phone out and called you, trying to see if you were perhaps at a different entrance.
however, he soon turned around when a finger touched his shoulder, and there it was.
your pretty face.
he looked at you for a few seconds, taking in every feature. without a second thought, he hugged you tight, as if wanting to become one with you right there.
you could only hug him back, hiding against his chest, inhaling the soft scent of his detergent.
when he pulled back, his hands gently took yours, azure eyes studying you further.
you were truly breathtaking.
perhaps he was too tired or too excited to notice, but you weren't as… explosive as he expected.
you were silently studying him too, your own heart rate becoming faster than ever before.
it felt as if both of you were inside a tiny, intimate bubble, neither of you wanting to speak so as not to pop it.
but eventually, someone had to address the situation, and xavier was the first one to talk.
“i'm here,” he stated, his voice softer and clearer now that he was in front of you.
you shyly smiled, nodding quietly.
he was.
“you're beautiful,” he whispered, his fingers finding yours.
your cheeks burned up, and you looked down at your feet, shifting nervously.
he leaned even closer, looking for your face with curiosity, blinking softly.
“you're shy,” he noted simply, although there was a hint of confusion in his voice. “is it because of me?”
oh god, he was as blunt as he was on the phone.
you shook your head lightly; it wasn't because of him. it was always like this with anyone, but you weren't sure how to express that, so you stayed silent.
xavier noticed your nervousness and smiled faintly, squeezing your hand.
“okay,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “that's fine by me.”
you looked up at him, blinking in surprise at the gesture.
it had only been a couple of minutes, yet he was already accepting it.
he stepped back and adjusted his bag, looking around with curiosity.
you took your chance to really take him in; his height, his face, his perfect side profile, his light eyelashes, the delicate curves of his cheeks, his hands, his shoulders…
you were so immersed that you didn't notice his bright eyes back on you, staring with the same quiet intensity.
you jumped slightly, gasping.
he only tilted his head, almost too innocently, before smiling.
“do you like what you see?” his tone was still gentle and easy on the ears, but you could sense something; something wolfish behind that gentle bunny façade.
he was enjoying your attention.
“...yes,” you finally managed, averting your gaze.
he patted your head with his cold palm.
“that's good,” he nodded once. “i like what i'm seeing as well.”
you looked back up, blinking.
…his cheeks were faintly pink; he was embarrassed too.
the realization made your heart flutter, and you smiled faintly, suddenly feeling less exposed.
you were awfully sweet; nothing like the little menace who promised to kiss him breathless and handcuff themselves to him, something he still had in mind as a very interesting idea.
the bubble burst when more people came out of the gate, also arriving from their flights.
right; you two had to go to your house.
he offered his hand, which you gently took after a few seconds.
he didn't seem to mind your demeanor. in fact, he almost mirrored it.
however, that wolfish look returned to his face as he contemplated something.
he could help you go through every one of the bold claims you had made… after all, who better than him, your lovely and understanding boyfriend, to help you go as wild as you were in messages once you were behind closed doors?~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne! ꒰੭
how did he even get himself involved in a long-distance relationship?
he didn't know.
but he was so happy to receive silly little morning texts, to relax after a long day by listening to your rambling, and to always have cute stickers cheering him up before going to work.
although he couldn't always keep up with your bubbly, cheerful energy, he always tried to make some time to reply and let you know he loved you dearly.
after months and months of hard work, he finally asked for some weeks off, carefully organizing everything so that the hospital wouldn't miss him too much.
of course, he would spend those weeks next to you, so he informed you he was going to see you for the first time ever, giving you time to prepare or decline if you weren't ready.
but, as expected, you were thrilled, screaming over facetime, jumping, bouncing, and giggling out of sheer happiness.
the journey was a little bit long, but after hours on a plane, and then some more inside a train, he arrived.
naturally, zayne braced himself for impact. he was certain you would jump all over him, and maybe even sneakily attack him from behind, so his senses were sharper than ever.
the minutes went by slowly, and slowly…
he checked his wristwatch, then looked around with that unbreakable posture.
but he was growing restless.
after fifteen minutes, he started to worry.
he knew deep down you wouldn't be late and that you wouldn't ghost him, so he walked around, searching for you.
eventually, he found you, clutching your phone to your chest, sitting behind some benches.
your body language made it clear you were awfully nervous, nothing like the bundle of joy he thought would greet him.
but that didn't matter; he didn't care about expectations. he only came to see you, to hold you, and to finally be able to kiss you like he had wished to for months.
he put his bag down, kneeling next to you.
“my flower,” he gently called out, making you jump and look up almost immediately.
you gasped, eyes wide.
he was right in front of you, so handsome, so real, so… so yours.
and your stubborn body refused to move, to react, or to even mutter a simple “hi” at the very least.
he was smart, obviously. he knew right away you were nervous and anxious about this meeting, and while his heart hammered against his chest, he needed to comfort you.
“may… may i hug you?” he whispered, his slender fingers hovering over your waist.
you managed a soft nod, not expecting him to be so forward, nor so accepting of this behavior of yours.
he immediately pulled you into his arms, pressing you so tightly against him that you could feel his heartbeat.
he kissed your temple, inhaling your scent, trembling ever so slightly.
you melted against his embrace, shaking just as much as he was. your arms flew to his neck, all while he pulled you closer.
impossibly closer.
you both spent minutes like that, simply enjoying each other's warmth, not having to utter a word to show how special this moment was.
he was the first to pull back, and his palms, surprisingly warm, brushed some strands of hair away from your face.
he took his glasses off, looking as if he was about to cry. his hazel eyes were clouded with adoration, and his jaw was slightly clenched.
he needed this; to be so close to you.
you, on the other hand, felt both mortified and worried.
he told you multiple times he couldn't wait to witness your energy bursts in person, and that he would wear more layers to shield himself in case you tackled him to the ground.
instead, he would now find out how different you were in person; how you weren't as lively, as expressive, as loud, as… as outgoing.
would he be disappointed? would he feel scammed, somehow?
however, those nasty little questions in your head died down the moment he pulled your hand to his cheek, nuzzling against your palm.
he didn't seem to care, and that's because he didn't.
“i am happy,” he nodded quietly, his voice deep and soft. “truly happy.”
your face softened.
he truly was, it was written all over his face, even when you thought it wouldn't be.
unable to help yourself anymore, you leaned in to hug him again, which he immediately allowed.
his hands rubbed circles against your back, and when you finally spoke, his breath hitched.
“i'm happy too, zayne.”
he faintly smiled, nuzzling the top of your head.
this was okay; you being you was okay. no matter how stark the contrast was between your online persona and how you acted over text, you were still you.
and he was in love with you, and everything that came with it.~
this has been in my mind for a while but can you do hcs of lads LIs x reader ((separate)) in an alternate universe where we’re actors that met each other through a series project together? 🥺🎀 i’m veeeeery interested to see what sort of series we’d act with each one of them and how we slowly fall in love. thank you in advance!
𐙚˙⋆.˚ mainfive! x gn!reader ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluff, a bit suggestive! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭
﹙♡﹚i LOVEEEED writing this one, oh my god??? i hope i got the development right! if i kept it longer, this would've turned into a long fic (,,╥﹏╥,,) anyway, thank you so much for requesting, angel! ♡
𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb! ꒰੭
๑˙⋆. lights, camera, action ᵎᵎ ꒰੭‧₊˚
it all begins with a new, three-season series that goes in depth about linkon city's bureau of investigation and its capable officers.
one of them is the charismatic, agile, funny, and totally-not-stereotypical cop, xia yizhou.
naturally, he's under the orders of a strong-headed, smart, and serious leader; you.
or well, your character.
it's a love-hate relationship, where officer xia flirts with and teases his boss, only to get nasty looks in return.
the public gobbles it up.
there's lots of action, lots of crimes ready to be solved, and a combination of personalities so different yet so hot that keeps the viewers on their toes.
๑˙⋆. behind the scenes ᵎᵎ ꒰੭‧₊˚
you expected caleb to be an asshole, given his natural charm, flirty personality, and fuckboy vibes.
he lit up the entire set just by walking in and flashing a perfect smile, his eyes crinkling.
he was also a delight to work with, professionally speaking.
he not only delivered his lines flawlessly, but it was almost as if he wasn't acting, but rather having the time of his life.
at first, you didn't really approach him unlike your other co-stars, who would gravitate toward him constantly, and he noticed.
of course he noticed.
you were the only person on set who treated him normally.
no giggling over his face, no stumbling over your words, no obvious attempts to get close to him during breaks; nothing at all.
if anything, you seemed almost immune to him, and caleb found that ridiculously fascinating.
he made it his personal mission to get to know you after that.
first, it was harmless things like bringing you coffee exactly how you liked it after overhearing your order once or waiting for you after late shoots because he "didn't like the idea of you walking alone."
yeah.
then came the improvising.
oh boy, you had to keep up with the different lines he added during filming, most of which were flirty and sooooo caleb-coded.
and that stupid grin he'd flash after making you break character during serious takes became… infuriating.
the director loved it, though.
the chemistry between your characters became so intense that entire scenes were rewritten just to keep the tension going. the staff constantly joked that the easiest way to raise ratings was simply locking the two of you in a room together for ten minutes~
the worst part (out of all the other bad parts) was how naturally caleb blurred the line between acting and sincerity.
he'd stare at you after scenes ended like he was still in character, and he was… how to put it, slightly possessive.
if another actor got too touchy during rehearsals, caleb would suddenly appear beside you with a grin and an arm around your shoulders.
oh, and if interviewers tried pairing you with somebody else for promotional content, he'd somehow find his way back next to you every single time.
he was your partner, wasn't he?
the main focus had to be on the two of you, no one else.
little by little, without even realizing it, you started looking for him everywhere, so used to his presence.
the once annoying puppy-like presence became the highlight of your day, and caleb was more than delighted.
๑˙⋆. aaand cut ᵎᵎ ꒰੭‧₊˚
by season two, fans started to notice the painfully obvious chemistry both on and off set.
edits, fanarts, fanfics, everyone was talking about the hottest emerging pair and how good they looked together.
caleb and you went everywhere together, not only to promote the series, but… because it felt wrong not to.
coffee shops, drive-thrus, the beach.
and to top it off, whenever he got asked if he was in a relationship, he'd just look at you and grin.
“whaddya think?”
those crumbs kept the fan community well fed.
no one else knew what was going on exactly, but it was pretty easy to guess.
caleb took you anywhere and everywhere, he would protect you, he would disguise himself and meet you in random hotels, and all because he needed you.
what began with light flirting and some kisses when no one else was looking became a fiery relationship, one where neither of you could be without the other.
the public found out during an interview, where you accidentally described caleb as the type of man you'd marry.
he, being the puppy he is, kissed you out of sheer excitement.
the rest was history.
the hottest tv couple became a thing in real life, and while many thought it was just to keep promoting the series, the real fans knew it was true love.
the director was more than delighted; your coworkers were annoyed with how close you guys were, and the suggestive scenes were… uh, almost too explicit, since neither of you wanted to miss the chance to get all handsy.
who would've thought officer xia and his feisty boss would get far more explosive off-screen than when fighting against the bad guys~?
𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel! ꒰੭
๑˙⋆. lights, camera, action ᵎᵎ ꒰੭‧₊˚
it was supposed to be a fantastic movie between a marine biologist, the character you played, and a merman who messes up the entire investigation, the character rafayel plays.
naturally, it's meant for a romance/fantasy fic-loving audience, since it's based on a book, and who better than rafayel himself to play the part?
he has a big audience, lots of admirers, thousands of big roles under his name, and a charisma that makes fans swoon.
you, on the other hand, are an emerging artist who got a taste of fame after playing a significant role in an award-winning movie one year ago.
you were an interesting pair for sure, and once the trailer got leaked, people were eager to watch the entire thing.
๑˙⋆. behind the scenes ᵎᵎ ꒰੭‧₊˚
you expected a diva to walk in.
it was scary, really; working alongside an actor with a long trajectory, with a lot of successful projects, with an intense gaze that was said could turn legs into jelly…
you didn't want to mess it up, or even worse; make him yell at you or force the directors to recast you.
however, the first time you two got some space to warm up to each other and see how the interactions would be during the film, you were quick to discover he was as charming as rumoured.
easy smiles, attentive gazes, an impeccable appearance, a pleasant scent whenever he walked by, soft hands that would gently redirect you, and a way of explaining things that forced you to listen attentively.
oh, he was delightful.
“that's it, love, look into my eyes as if nothing else existed in the room… mhm, just like that,” he'd softly speak, guiding you every step of the way with the director's permission, of course.
he had this artistic touch that made everything flow better than water.
naturally, the rehearsals became more and more dramatic and poetic at the same time, all because he helped you feel less nervous, and he added his magical touch so that the scenes felt genuinely romantic.
considering that the movie used a lot of cgi and green screens, it was weird to move around an empty room with nothing but green stuff and machinery.
but rafayel somehow made you feel as if you were underwater, and it was thanks to him and the amazing make-up artists who made him look like a real merman, with shiny scales, long lavender hair, and a gorgeous, strong-looking tail.
what surprised you the most out of this experience wasn't how magical it felt, but rather how unreal rafayel made you feel once he started taking care of you after the cameras were off.~
๑˙⋆. aaand cut ᵎᵎ ꒰੭‧₊˚
he surprised you with gifts to supposedly lift up your spirits.
he became more touchy, gentler, constant, always by your side as they fixed your clothes or did your hair.
he would guide you through big crowds of people, hold your hand during interviews, and steal kisses from your cheeks whenever he pleased.
it was almost as if the playful merman escaped the screen to tease the poor human biologist.
you thought he was doing it to attract more attention, but… you didn't remember him doing this with any of his other movies, even when some of them were spicier and more mature.
his co-stars always said he was a gentleman, but remained professional outside of movie sets.
but with you?
he just couldn't leave you alone.
maybe it was because you were somewhat of a rookie?
or maybe he liked you, as many fanpages loved to assume.
you didn't want to entertain those ideas, nor did you want to address the elephant in the room, but it was becoming quite obvious that rafayel and you had something going on; something that bloomed during filming.
it was natural, unstoppable, impossible to contain.
during the movie premiere, you just couldn't help it anymore, and neither could rafayel.
when he pulled you close, you let him.
when he kissed your cheek and whispered how gorgeous you looked, you got lost in his eyes, ignoring the furious clicking and flickering lights as the cameras went wild.
the interviewer asked how you guys managed to convey such a genuine attraction, and rafayel's lips curled into a dreamy smile.
“some things are easier when the feelings are real.”
and, oh, your heart pounded so hard you were sure everyone could hear it.
that unleashed the beast, because rafayel became more obvious with his feelings, posting blurry pictures of the two of you, choosing matching outfits for every event, rewatching the most romantic scenes with you just to remember how cute you looked the day they were filmed and/or rehearsed…
he couldn't get enough of you, and neither could you.
he went in expecting to teach a newbie how to be a good protagonist and kisser, yet ended up meeting the love of his life among fake scenes and artificial decorations.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus! ꒰੭
๑˙⋆. lights, camera, action ᵎᵎ ꒰੭‧₊˚
the newest spy series of two seasons, starring the hot, sexy, mysterious sylus as qin che, and his sweetest, wouldn't-kill-a-fly counterpart, you!
both of you are trained assassins and spies, though your looks make it seem as if you were nothing but an innocent soul, which makes you perfect for undercover missions.
qin che is charming in his own way, alluring and attracting his prey just to kill them if needed.
together, you have to take down entire organizations, uncover dark schemes, and bring your boss' daughter back, or… her remains, if you're lucky.
there are guns, blood, lots of unnecessary steamy and explicitly sexual scenes, and a push and pull that has everyone chewing on their fingernails!
๑˙⋆. behind the scenes ᵎᵎ ꒰੭‧₊˚
yeah, no.
the first month was a huge no for sylus and you.
there were a lot of things going on, lots of adapting to do, reading, rehearsals, trying to establish a connection…
but it didn't help that your characters started the season by having ‘funsies' inside an elevator, steamy kisses and grabby hands going everywhere.
it was uncomfortable, yet both of you remained professional.
in fact, sylus was the one who needed less convincing, his eyes almost telling you to hurry up so you could get over this sooner.
you did feel less inclined to get to know him, even when it wasn't his fault at all.
from then on, you painted him as pushy and grumpy, like he didn't care about your boundaries or the time you needed to feel ready.
he, noticing your distance, respected your choice and kept himself far away whenever it wasn't necessary to be together in the same room.
the director hated that.
he wouldn't have it, no.
you were supposed to be a hot couple, and he decided to add more scenes, more sexual tension, and, of course, more rehearsal time.
it sucked, truly.
both of you could feel the pressure and the tension, the constant stares, the expectations, and the judgement from all of your coworkers, because everything kept getting delayed because of you.
so, in order to restore the peace, sylus was the first one to apologize and offer a fresh start with a gaze that promised trouble.
you, not having much choice, had to take his hand and accept for the sake of the series' success and your reputation.
๑˙⋆. aaand cut ᵎᵎ ꒰੭‧₊˚
despite your initial reluctance, you discovered that sylus was actually… a big softie.
he had three adorable cats; two gingers and a little black one.
he loved talking about them, showing pictures, and telling you all about their antics.
he also was a true gentleman, like you've heard other co-stars say before.
for instance, he'd buy you lunch because he wouldn't let you starve, and he'd also offer to take you home, since he changed cars every day and paparazzi could never keep up, so rumours wouldn't spread.
it felt like everything you thought of him was wrong, and he wasn't blaming you for it; he just proved you wrong in the nicest way possible.
during rehearsals, he'd patiently go through every line with you, not caring if you needed more time to memorize or picture the… wild poses in your head to later depict them.
if anything, he seemed almost endeared.
with time, every scene became fun, and even those explicit ones made you giggle and cling closer to him, because god, did he look hot under you, and he always knew how to handle everything.
when the interviews and photoshoots began, neither sylus nor you could deny that being together was really entertaining!
the cheesy posing, the suggestive answers, the playful energy.
and, to top it off, since you guys were on better terms, nothing looked forced at all.
actually, nothing was really forced, not when you still felt sylus' lips on yours after you kissed between scenes just to “practice,” or when the steamy scenes made him react very… humanly.
the tension was present on and off set, and now everyone would be able to tell.
“so, sylus, about the explicit scenes,” the interviewer asked, smirking slightly. “you must know that's the main attraction, right? how do you guys make them feel so… passionate?”
“we've had a lot of practice by now, haven't we, sweetheart?” he looked at you, making you jump in your seat.
it made headlines.
everyone was talking about it.
maybe sylus got consumed by qin che, the character, or maybe you guys were method actors!
either way, there's no denying that the guns, the violence, the intensity, and the raw emotions depicted in each episode were enough to break the tension and make you and your co-star bond more than necessary.
but both you and sylus wanted to exceed expectations, and once everyone found out that the dangerous man was a softie back at your place, who already had a promise ring for you, every expectation went through the roof.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier! ꒰੭
๑˙⋆. lights, camera, action ᵎᵎ ꒰੭‧₊˚
the newest visual novel to drama series took over china.
it's a slice of life fantasy drama starring xavier as shen xinghui, the quiet bookstore owner who secretly lives between different timelines, meeting and loving your character over and over again.~
from ancient libraries to futuristic rooms with floating screens, his character finds you and vows to love you for eternity.
it's a cute, dreamy and very romantic series, full of soft scenes, loving moments, and his gentle gaze enchanting everyone who watches.
your character is also very smart and loveable, very easy to fall in love with, and always making sensible choices, so the fans adore you just as much, if not more.
it's meant to be watched on those lazy sunday days while eating sweet snacks and cuddling your pets.~
๑˙⋆. behind the scenes ᵎᵎ ꒰੭‧₊˚
he was nothing like his character.
or well, you didn't know him well enough for him to act as sweet and gentle as he did in his scenes.
he was quiet, kept to himself, very efficient and low-profile.
he didn't even have social media, yet you would find thousands of fan pages dedicated to him and his dreamy photoshoots.
xavier wouldn't talk more than necessary, and while he got his lines very quickly, you didn't feel the connection the director kept trying to push between the two of you.
of course, you tried your best to communicate, but he just wouldn't… open up.
once you were on set, though, it was impossible not to fall for him and those pretty eyes of his.
he'd look at you with tenderness, with yearning, as if he suffered every second you weren't next to him.
his caresses would be so gentle, too, like he was afraid of breaking you or realizing you were just a fraction of his imagination.
it certainly helped you get immersed and forget that, as soon as the director yelled “cut!” he would simply lean back and burst the bubble abruptly.
the photoshoots came out perfectly, he once again nailed that puppy-eyed look that made your heart flutter, and the interviews came out great, though you did notice something.
he got nervous.
his hand would fidget with the hem of his sweater, his leg bouncing up and down ever so slightly.
your first instinct was not to make it obvious, but…
your hand flew to his, gently holding it and squeezing it just enough to calm him down.
something in him snapped that day.
๑˙⋆. aaand cut ᵎᵎ ꒰੭‧₊˚
xavier didn't know why, but he started gravitating around you.
whenever you turned around, there he was, eyes widening as if caught in the act.
you made him feel safe for a few seconds, but, apparently, that was enough for him to be grateful.
he wouldn't talk as much as you'd hope, but he would certainly cooperate more and let the sweet moments linger more than necessary.
randomly, you would find little snacks or candy in your dressing room, and sometimes even little notes with a few encouraging words.
he was like a stray cat, skittish but clingy at the same time, somehow.
as the first season ended, and the cast only focused on promoting, receiving praise and even getting awarded, he took the chance to get closer in a more direct way.
he'd share his earphones with you so that you could listen to the songs he liked as you headed to different cities in the same van. plus, he'd let his shoulder brush against yours, just enough to be considered intimate.
fans started to notice; how could they not when xavier literally created a social media account and the only picture on it had you and him doing heart signs?
you, on the other hand, understood his little habits a bit better, now holding his hand more often, or even resting your head against his shoulder.
you were the only one he allowed inside his space, because you made him feel safe and sound without even trying to.
slowly but surely, you too found yourself looking around for him.
during an acceptance speech after winning the “best on-screen couple” award, he quietly stepped forward, his right hand finding the mic, his left hand holding yours.
the crowd was screaming, but even then, you felt as if everything had gone silent.
“this kind of love only works in scripts,” he gently said. “or so i thought.”
his gaze found yours, and you gently squeezed his hand, smiling warmly.
“but now i think i too have found my destined one in this lifetime.”
the audience immediately erupted into cheers. cameras were flashing, screens zoomed in on your stunned face and xavier's soft smile, and the fans who were watching live ran to rant about the moment online just to immortalize it forever.
it really took one kind gesture for the quiet actor to follow you around and seek your warmth, so would it really be that hard to believe you were destined to do so?~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne! ꒰੭
๑˙⋆. lights, camera, action ᵎᵎ ꒰੭‧₊˚
everyone loved zayne and every single project of his; critics, the audience, lots of actors…
he started with psychological-horror indie movies and climbed his way up until he became one of the best dark and gothic actors ever.
with a gaze that could freeze, and the poise that made people faint, he played dr. li, a plague doctor who hid inside his gothic and haunted manor.
you, on the other hand, were the witty and strong-willed detective, eager to find out all of his secrets and what happened after half the town died from a strange disease.
there's horror, mystery, tension and psychological manipulation; some hidden kisses here and there, and a rotten heart ready to be unburied, if your character is lucky enough.~
๑˙⋆. behind the scenes ᵎᵎ ꒰੭‧₊˚
it was scary to know you'd be the protagonist alongside a legend in this genre of films.
you were afraid of messing it up, or coming off as unprofessional and uncommitted, which wasn't the case at all.
you rehearsed harder than everyone else, took time to go through the script over and over, and even used some method acting so that you could relate more to your character.
when zayne finally shared scenes with you, you felt like you were going to faint.
however, his soothing voice and hazel eyes were nothing but warm and understanding, and he was always available whenever you needed advice.
he smelled delicious up close, and while he maintained his distance, he seemed approachable enough.
although… one of his weakest points was taking part in marketing campaigns.
he wasn't a fan of making silly dances, or taking pictures just for people to thirst over him.
besides, during interviews, he wouldn't talk that much, nor would he reveal information about himself out of character.
he always went straight to the point, and that became intriguing, to say the least.
he was kind and a gentleman, yes, but when he walked by, everyone could sense the icy cold detachment he carried on those broad shoulders.
you felt more and more inclined to figure him out, just like the detective you were going to play.~
๑˙⋆. aaand cut ᵎᵎ ꒰੭‧₊˚
filming was a delight.
both of you did an amazing job, the scenes came out exactly as planned, if not better, and the movie premiere was a great success.
however, you wouldn't just close the chapter and pretend you weren't interested in zayne, so…
you slowly started getting closer and closer, bringing him coffee or simply asking about his older movies and projects.
zayne never initiated much physically, but he always welcomed your presence with quiet patience.
within the first week, you discovered he had a dry sense of humor, a love for animals, and a weakness for sweets and desserts.
and that's where you attacked; his stomach.
you brought him apple pies, little donuts, sometimes even baked cookies, all under the pretense of giving him more energy for the promotions to come.
he never once questioned you, too busy enjoying himself and devouring every last crumb.~
by the time the sequel to the movie was announced to the public, zayne and you were already closer; texting and being around each other as much as possible.
he not only loved the desserts, he loved talking to you and feeling like you were genuinely interested in everything he had to share.
it became quite noticeable to everyone how the dynamics shifted, because your characters had way more sparks and tension than before, and when the cameras weren't rolling, zayne would casually stroll around the set while holding your waist and reviewing the script.
since he wasn't much of a people pleaser or public figure despite his fame, he wouldn't address the situation accordingly… because there wasn't one, yet.
if there were, he would bluntly speak about it as briefly as possible, just to acknowledge his new status and put some boundaries in place.
but, since you were beginning to see where things were going, zayne kept it all to himself, like a little treasure he didn't want tainted.
however, when the sequel got released and the press got the chance to get carried away, they weren't merciful.
at all.
“so, zayne… does dr. li's affection towards the detective reflect your own in some way?”
you were waiting for zayne to give a direct, straight-to-the-point answer, yet he leaned forward, head tilted, glasses carefully framing his intense eyes.
“some people are worth lowering your walls for,” he said, before leaning back once again. “make of that what you will.”
theories, articles, posts, edits… they all went absolutely crazy.
the internet became obsessed with the idea of zayne being in love, and with his newest co-star nonetheless.
and they weren't that far from the truth, because once the two of you were inside the van after the interview, the kiss he stole from your lips, albeit warm and composed, gave away exactly what his icy facade had been hiding all along.~
Can I request Xavier x reader where she is worried that her newborn daughter/son doesn’t cry like the other babies and sleep more because of their dad and they are literally copy of him because her genes couldn’t fight his, she knew from the moment she came back from the hospital that her little baby is heavy sleeper but wakes up once they hungry and Xavier is the one who can make them sleep.
𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier x afab!reader ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluffy fluff! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭
﹙♡﹚oh, to have a tiny copy of xavier's ꒰˵ˊᯅˋ˵꒱ they would be the cutest pair ever, istg. thank you so much for this cute idea, anonnie! ♡
the first time you held your newborn, it was impossible to tell who he'd resemble the most.
he looked like a little raisin, wrinkled up and awkward, holding his tiny hands close to his chest as if wanting to go back inside your belly and rest a little bit more.
it wasn't until the sixth month that both xavier and you realized… the baby was a tiny copy of his father.
sure, he was already a heavy sleeper, but his appearance…?
if someone hadn't seen xavier and the baby in the same room, they would probably think that your husband either shrank or stepped into the fountain of youth.
it was insane.
the baby was pale, with silvery-blonde strands that fell down his forehead, just above his long eyelashes that framed two gorgeous, gigantic, shimmery blue eyes.
okay, rude.
not only did your genes fall asleep while conceiving, but the baby acted exactly like his papa.
he slept for hours, and hours, and hours.
and while other moms hoped their babies could do the same, you were worried.
when would your baby play?
when would you be able to show him new things, to make him laugh, to see him trying to crawl, when all he did was sleep?
you wanted him to cry, to wake you up, to wail because he needed a diaper change, but you'd only hear soft cooing or little babbles whenever he needed something.
xavier told you things would be fine, that your little star would eventually grow up and have more energy, but your heart wasn't at ease.
you feared your baby would miss feeding times, or that he wouldn't get to feel your touch and create a bond with you.
and while you thought the hormones were making you way more susceptible and sensitive, xavier totally understood your worries and tried to calm you down.
“he's healthy, my starlight,” he whispered, gently tracing the little one's nose with his finger as you held him in your arms.
“i know he is, but i… i feel like he's sleeping his life away,” you whispered back, your voice shaky. “he has a lot of things to see, to explore with his tiny hands, yet he only sleeps…”
xavier turned to you, his lips finding your temple.
“he's still very small. babies sleep a lot.”
you hesitated before nodding quietly.
that was true.
“besides, he has a lot of time to grow up and start exploring the world with us. his life has just begun; you won't miss a thing, and neither will he.”
“...you think so?” you sniffled, your gaze meeting his. “we won't miss anything?”
he smiled, shaking his head.
“not a single thing. i promise.”
“okay… okay, yeah,” you smiled, closing your eyes when he leaned in to kiss your cheek this time.
and, true to his word, xavier visibly relaxed when the baby started to stay awake over the next few days, his big eyes staring at the ceiling with wonder.
his little hands would shake softly when he spotted the fluorescent ceiling stars, or when the moonlight cast shadows over his baby crib mobile made out of wooden planets.
he would also perk up when it became feeding time, his appetite resembling his father's. he was like a little bucket with no end, babbling for seconds, and even thirds if your body so allowed it.
when you came in to check on him, he'd stare at you, tracing your nose, your eyes, your lips, and cheeks with his gaze, holding your fingers if they got close to his face, pulling your face close with his tiny palms… all because he loved the scent and softness of his mama.
he'd stare at his father as well, tilting his tiny head, blinking oh so softly so as to not miss anything he did.
xavier would always stare back, fascinated by his baby's mere existence.
it was like looking in a mirror.
the sleeping habits, the endless hunger, even the way the little one would lean against your touch, it all resembled him.
they could both study each other for hours without getting bored or growing accustomed to it, and both their expressions would soften whenever you walked into the room.
two pairs of bright azure eyes always welcomed you with sheer happiness, and two mouths curled up faintly, happy to have you in their lives.
one of them because you're the center of his tiny little world.
the other because you gave him a world for his heart to orbit around.
after an entire day of looking everywhere and taking in the pretty colors, his father would manage to get him to sleep once again, making sure to create a routine so that the baby wouldn't sleep more than necessary or stay awake during the night.
it was easy to take care of his needs, despite the tiny star never crying or wailing about anything, not even when he was hungry.
you'd know he wanted to eat whenever his tummy rumbled, or that he needed a diaper change when xavier's delicate eyes started to water from the smell.
so, in the end, things just worked out, weirdly so, but effectively, almost like when it was just xavi and you.
your baby still had lots of things to do when he grew up, but when he slept and reacted to your touch with a happy little sigh, you knew he was creating a bond and feeling comfortable around you, asleep or not.
he was your baby; he would always be your baby, and neither xavier nor you would miss a single heartbeat of his.
if your little star ended up being a hundred percent like his amazing, loving, and caring father, then everything would be more than fine.~
hi vannie i hope youre having an awesome day!! i'd like to request some headcanons or a drabble of lads men x reader (or only caleb if all five is too much!) who's chubby and never got any love letters or confessions growing up, so on one hand they dont have to fight anyone off but on the other reader doesn't believe she's pretty or desirable, and when they confess she gets upset thinking he's doing it out of pity or taking a joke too far, and just hurt/comfort <3
you're my favorite lads fluff/comfort author and i love all your works!! even if you don't write this tysm for everything you have written!!!
𐙚˙⋆.˚ mainfive! x chubby fem!reader ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ hurt/comfort! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭
﹙♡﹚ohhh, this one was so sweet :((( i'm not going to lie, i might have projected my own insecurities here and there, and i wish we could all be happy and feel worthy of love regardless of how we look like! one can only dream ( ˶•ᴖ•) !! anyway, how are we feeling about the new headers/dividers? i had such a blast making them, i hope you like them! ♡
your life had been quite… uneventful, or at least when it came to the romance department.
no suitors, no boyfriends, no flirty dms or flattering comments on your posts.
of course, you didn't need the approval to feel worthy of something beautiful and lasting, but it still sucked watching every other girl get praised and loved while you remained unseen.
in a way, it helped you make true friends; ones you could trust would never develop feelings that made things awkward.
it also helped you recognize genuine compliments and those that came out of pity.
however, it made you doubt yourself tremendously.
if someone stared at you in public, you automatically assumed it was because they were judging you, and not because they were admiring your appearance.
if someone said you were very attractive, you thought they were part of a bet or a cruel joke.
you tried not to judge that quickly, but time and different experiences made you realize that, at least in this lifetime, you weren't meant to be worshiped and adored like the other girls.
and you were starting to accept that fact, until a certain someone decided to flip your world upside down by doing the unthinkable.
genuinely liking you.
𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb! ꒰੭
caleb was the perfect definition of the “guy next door;” helpful, handsome, charming, and kind.
he was every girl's dream, and, you couldn't lie, you felt flustered every time he helped you carry boxes or whenever he took care of your flowers in the morning since he left earlier.
you would also catch glimpses of him shirtless whenever he worked out with his window open, or when he went on his early runs.
of course, he was way out of your league (or at least that's what your brain constantly repeated).
he was a kind guy, presumably raised right by his mama, with a huge heart and puppy-like energy; you were almost certain he was just as nice and helpful to everyone else.
however, you failed to notice his burning-red ears whenever he talked to you, or that satisfied glint in his eyes when you acknowledged his presence.
he offered you rides, he came by to offer meals or to ask for sugar, he offered to babysit your pets…
and it wasn't because he was kind and sweet.
in fact, the other neighbors thought he was a bit distant and aloof, but with you, he was total sunshine.
and you didn't notice.
it didn't even cross your mind that it could be the case, and if it was, maybe it was out of pity.
perhaps he was one of those guys who liked to “fix” people and adopt those who were lonely or outcasts, and, in all honesty, you refused to be an experiment or a charity case.
one sunny day, as you came back home from grocery shopping, caleb was suspiciously close to your door, waiting with a huge grin and sweaty, sunlit skin.
“need help with that, gorgeous?” he offered as always, to which you hesitated.
his eagerness confused you.
“it's fine, caleb. but thank you so much,” you gave him a soft smile and opened your door.
he stayed close, hair clinging to his forehead, bare muscles glistening.
he had been exercising before you came.
“hmm… whatever you say, doll,” he stepped back, though his eyes remained glued to your moving form, even when you came back to retrieve the last bags.
he decided to finally approach, standing behind you so closely that you could feel his chest warming up your back.
“may i ask a question, angel?”
you froze in place, eyes going slightly wide.
he was too close.
too close.
you turned your head around to meet his gaze, his tangerine scent mixed with a manly, yet not unpleasant, musk invading your senses.
“uh… yeah, go ahead,” you nodded softly, gripping the shopping bags.
caleb's eyes softened as he smiled warmly, tilting his head just enough to seem curious.
“why do you keep avoidin' me?”
and you inhaled sharply, taken aback by the question.
fuck, fuck, fuck.
he noticed.
“i… uh, i don't know what you're talking about,” you whispered, your voice coming out a bit shaky.
he chuckled gently, his hand reaching out to softly fix your hair before falling to his side again.
“you don't have to lie to me, doll,” he whispered. “i just wanna know why.”
you took a step back, confused and slightly embarrassed.
but he was right.
you didn't have to lie.
“caleb, i… you don't have to be nice to me, you know?” you cautiously began, your eyebrows furrowing slightly. “i'm sure you're genuinely caring and kind, but i… i feel like you're also doing it out of pity. and i don't need that.”
his chest tightened at your words.
kindness?
pity…?
he stepped back, his sunset-like eyes darkening ever so slightly.
“huh,” he nodded quietly, processing and tasting the bitterness in your words. “so you think that's what i'm doin'...”
you sighed heavily.
“caleb, please. i'm so… so grateful for your help and everything you've done for me as a neighbor, but i truly, truly don't need to feel like… you know, a charity case,” you mumbled. “i mean, if i thought you were doing it to be my friend, i would gladly accept it, but i've heard people saying that it looks as if…”
you trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.
it was way too crazy of a rumor either way.
“as if what?” he approached again, leaning down until his face was right in front of yours. “as if i liked you? as if i wanted you?”
you nodded again, your eyes going a bit wide.
he looked down at your lips before looking into your eyes again.
“you don't think that might be the case, gorgeous?” he whispered softly.
you froze.
you didn't know how to answer.
“let me tell you somethin',” he began, his voice turning softer. “i've never pitied you. not once, angel. i don't think i ever could.”
you swallowed loudly, your lips parting slightly.
“if anythin', i've been sufferin' for months,” he whispered, leaning in just enough for you to feel his breath brushing against your lips. “because i've wanted you, angel. wanted you bad. wanted to take that frown away from your pretty face.”
you inhaled sharply, turning around fully to face him properly.
what the hell was he talking about?
his eyes were glowing with something… intense; something you've seen before, but never directed at you.
attraction?
lust?
…love?
“been wantin' to take care of you, to please you, to be close. to see that pretty smile, to feel that flushed skin under my fingers…” one of his hands gently cupped your cheek, all while his eyes darkened. “because i like you.”
then, his thumb brushed your bottom lip softly, as you didn't seem to reject his touch.
“does that sound like pity to you, doll?” he whispered, his voice laced with genuine warmth and a hint of hurt and disbelief, as if he couldn't believe you considered his flirting a mere act of kindness.
“i… how can you like me?” you whispered all of a sudden, your heart acting before your brain could catch up. “how can you be so sure you… you find me attractive and this isn't just to feel like a savior or something? because guys like you don't simply like girls like me, and i'm sure there are plenty of other girls that— hmph!”
your rant was rudely interrupted by a kiss; a desperate kiss that made time stop.
he grunted and groaned against your lips, his eyes closed so tightly as if he were restraining himself from kissing you harder.
he was desperate; so, so needy for a kiss…
a kiss girls like you never usually received, yet you were experiencing it right in front of your doorway.
his arms coiled around your torso, pulling you impossibly closer, all while your brain still tried to process the turn of events.
when he pulled back, he panted against your lips, licking the remains of your taste with hunger.
still, his grip was gentle, his eyes were warm and sincere.
“i'll show it to you, yeah?” caleb mumbled. “don't care how, but i'll get through to ya', angel. you'll be convinced by the end of the week that i want to make you happy, and that i wanna be the man by your side.”
with a last, lingering kiss on your cheek, he pulled back. he grabbed the remaining shopping bags and carried them into your living room before you could.
“see you tonight, gorgeous,” he called out once he returned, rubbing his palms together. “call me if you need anythin' at all.”
just like that, he crossed the street and went home, leaving you standing there, looking absolutely wrecked and stupid.
he looked serious, he sounded serious…
so he had to be serious, no?
your walls were still up and strong, but… this guy jumped over them with ease, like they weren't even there.
seven days were enough for you to determine how eager and serious he was, so… giving him a chance wouldn't be so bad, would it?~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel! ꒰੭
rafayel was the kind of guy one could only date in books or romance novels.
he was unapproachable, charmingly mysterious, the kind of guy who told you everything about him if you asked him to, yet didn't reveal a single genuine fact.
not to mention he was very, very handsome, tall, and rich; which wasn't the most important thing, but it did add to his allure.
you met him in the most random way possible, when he entered your workplace and begged you to help him hide from a group of foreign photographers.
naturally, you did, and from then on, you had a new friend visiting you every single day.
a friend, nothing more.
as the months progressed, both rafayel and you became very comfortable with each other, so much so that you started frequenting his house, and he crashed at yours whenever he pleased.
things would get a little bit physical, too, but nothing that could be easily misinterpreted.
for example, raffy loved hugging you, poking your cheeks, or even resting against your shoulder, and you let it happen because he would whine otherwise.
he would also say you were very pretty and drawable; that your body type had been worshipped for centuries, and he totally understood why, but, once again, you assumed he was just saying poetic shit to make you feel less insecure, and it didn't really resonate.
you lived in a modern era, and in this modern era, you were looked at as if you were a dead bug.
one night, as you were peacefully making dinner, rafayel came in with a mischievous glint in his eyes, and a huge smile that always led to trouble.
“so, my dearest dear to ever dear…” he began, slowly walking towards you. “would you do me a teeny tiny favor?”
you sighed heavily, stirring the stew with a wooden spoon and a dejected expression.
“what is it this time, raffy?”
he clapped in delight, arms coiling around you from behind, head nuzzling yours over and over.
“i swear you won't regret it! but, uh, you might want to finish that quickly, cutie. we're going to spend a lot of time at my place tonight. pronto.”
and, without much choice, you obeyed, trying to rush with the stew to let it cool down before leaving with rafayel.
back at his house, you immediately noticed the blank canvas and the brushes, all carefully placed as he always did before starting a new piece.
the lights were dimmed, and he became a little tornado of blue and purple, moving around and lighting strategically placed candles.
what the hell was going on?
“uh, rafayel…?”
he just turned to you and smiled softly, arching an eyebrow.
“patience, patience,” he stepped back to contemplate the layout, nodding in satisfaction. “now, my muse… i need you to undress.”
your eyes went immediately wide, hands clutching your sweater.
“excuse me?”
he tilted his head and soon smiled.
“oh, it's not what you think, silly! i just want to paint you,” he offered his hands. “buuuut, since i knew you'd get shy on me, i got a gorgeous white robe. you'll look like a goddess.”
you, however, stepped back.
no, no, and no.
“i'm sorry, there's no way, rafayel. i'm not— i'm not showing off my body like that!”
his expression fell, and his lips pouted ever so slightly.
“why not? i promise i won't do anything funny! i just had this… surge, this vision the moment i laid my eyes on you, and now that i have the inspiration, i really want you to be my muse.”
muse.
you?
yeah, right.
you huffed and grabbed your bag, brows knitted together.
it had to be a sick joke; maybe he'd sell the painting with a nasty title, or post it online for everyone to mock you.
you angrily walked to the door, tears streaming down your face.
he frantically followed, his eyes wide open.
“wait, my dear!” his hand quickly found your shoulder. “oh! i'm sorry… did i make you feel uncomfortable? i know i should've asked first, but i wanted this session to feel natural!”
“session?” you mumbled. “you call this a session or a humiliation ritual? what are you intending to do, rafayel? sell that painting for everyone to laugh at my body? or do you think fucking painting me naked will make you look like a body-positive artist to be praised by the masses?”
the words came out like venomous tides, each one drowning rafayel more and more, because they weren't true at all, yet you didn't even give him time to retaliate.
you were already twisting the knob when he suddenly gasped.
“i'm in love with you!”
the words echoed loudly in the silent studio.
rafayel didn't mean to say it like that…
actually, he didn't mean to say it at all.
not yet, at least.
your fingers froze in place, yet you couldn't bring yourself to turn around and face him.
“i… i love you. i am attracted to you. everything about you is… is worth capturing,” he whispered.
after some seconds of sheer silence, he continued.
“that painting would've been mine, mine alone. something beautiful to look at when you weren't around. something… beautiful to look at when i was in need of inspiration. something beautiful to just admire and cherish.”
you remained still, simply listening to his shifting, his ragged breathing, the flickering candles behind you, your own heartbeat.
“and if you deem me capable of such… atrocities, then i guess i haven't been clear enough,” his shoes clicked against the floor the closer he approached your trembling frame. “but i truly think you're breathtaking. the most beautiful woman i've ever seen in my life.”
you finally turned around to face him, cheeks glossy, lips parted.
“don't… please, don't do that,” you whimpered.
he, however, kept walking, his palms now pressing against your waist with the utmost care.
“don't do what, my dearest? tell the truth?”
“no… no, you're lying just— just because you know i've never had someone say those things to me. and i don't need your pity, rafayel, i don't!” you pushed him away, yet he barely moved.
that's when he grabbed your wrists softly, pulling you closer.
“do i look like a saint, hmmm?” his forehead met yours, making your breathing hitch. “that i go around doing favors, opening up my heart just because? because if that was the case, my studio would be filled with thousands of portraits of all of those poor souls i chose to save.”
you stared into his eyes, trying to find any hint of deceit or foolery.
“but i don't want to paint you to prove a point. i want to paint you to relish your body, to feed my desires, to satisfy my needs,” his smile turned bigger, charmingly predatory in a way that didn't seem creepy. “i selfishly want to enjoy every crevice and curve, to drown myself in you… or in what you'll allow me to have.”
your knees went weak, legs trembling as his fingers traced your wrists.
“so… if being my muse really makes you uncomfortable, i'll understand. but i won't stop telling you how beautiful you are, and i won't stop trying to get you to believe me.”
you stared at him, dumbfounded.
was this real?
was he really confessing his feelings?
your trembling hands slowly moved up to his chest, fingers curling around his shirt.
“i— i can't trust this… i can't,” you mumbled. “i can try, but—”
he pressed his lips against your forehead, lingering there.
“that's more than enough for me,” he assured you. “in the meantime… i'll save space for all of the paintings i'll make of you, my muse. one day, hopefully, you'll see yourself with the same adoration i do.”
and those words sounded distant; impossible, even.
yet he spoke with a conviction and a determination he didn't even use at work or in other serious matters.
a tiny flicker of hope ignited inside of you, and, if he kept trying, maybe it would burn as bright as the candles surrounding your close, almost intimate forms.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus! ꒰੭
becoming sylus' acquaintance wasn't as hard as one would think, or perhaps you got incredibly lucky.
he said you were lovely after he heard some of your bad jokes in a bar, and from then on, you had a huge and mysterious friend, a mechanical crow following you, and two crackheads spamming you with texts every day.
needless to say, you knew right away he was way out of your league.
he was hot as hell, tall, incredibly smart, rich, handsome, patient, gentle—
simply perfect.
and if you couldn't even get the attention of mere mortals, getting sylus' would be, undoubtedly, impossible.
so, to keep your own mind at peace, you decided to enjoy the friendship while it lasted, never once focusing on the what ifs or surreal scenarios.
so far, it worked out perfectly, but he made it a bit challenging whenever he acted too gentlemanly or way too nice.
for example, he took you on expensive outings, cooked dinner for you, or suddenly surprised you with gorgeous bouquets.
again, to protect your peace of mind, you chose to believe he was being kind and attentive, as the old-fashioned man he was.
a man like him wouldn't possibly like someone like you, so fantasizing was basically useless and self-sabotaging at this point.
however, when you thought you were strong enough not to get any ideas, this wonder of a man decided to take you on a trip; just the two of you.
restaurants, stores, bars, luxurious suites… separate, of course, gifts; everything you could possibly ask for, he'd provide.
you wanted to know why, naturally. friendships didn't usually involve this, but he'd just say you were special, and he wanted to do something worthy of your attention.
but the days went by, and sylus got closer, and closer, until one fateful night, you went back inside your hotel room and found a gorgeous dress in your size, as well as shoes and jewelry over your bed.
what was the meaning of this?
your hands trembled slightly as you picked up a small letter from over your pillow, immediately recognizing his handwriting.
it was an invitation to the rooftop bar in two hours.
your body and mind protested; what if the dress didn't fit? what if you looked like you were trying too hard, even when he was the one who bought the outfit for you? what was he trying to achieve?
in that instant, all of the thoughts you were trying to suppress finally broke through the barrier, bringing with them ugly, catastrophic ideas.
what if this was a bet?
what if this was his plan all along?
what if he decided to mock you for ever believing you were worthy of this level of attention, especially coming from a man like him?
your chest felt heavy, your eyes blurry.
you couldn't go.
you wouldn't go.
you locked yourself inside the bathroom and closed your eyes, wishing the hours could go by quicker, faster. that he wouldn't knock on your door, that he wouldn't text you, asking where you were.
on one hand, you had no reason to believe he would mock you. he had been very generous this entire time, and he never expected anything in return.
but, on the other hand, your brain couldn't process the fact that a man like him would take you out on a date, because this whole ordeal surely had to be one.
the sky outside grew darker, your hands were shaking, and your phone rang outside the bathroom.
once, twice.
then, silence.
five minutes later, someone knocked on the door.
“no, no, go away,” you mumbled repeatedly, hoping he would leave or think you'd fallen asleep.
but that wasn't the case, and when you heard his voice, you just couldn't ignore him anymore.
you stood up and took a deep breath before approaching the door, opening it with caution.
sylus was right there, looking absolutely dashing in his black suit and slicked-back hair. his crimson eyes softened almost immediately upon seeing you, a warm palm finding your cheek.
“sweetheart, what happened?” he quietly asked, concerned. “are you alright?”
“i— i'm fine,” you lied, looking down at your feet. “i just… didn't feel like going, i'm sorry.”
“no, something's bothering you,” he insisted, gently tilting your chin up. “talk to me.”
his patience was unbearable; how could someone like him care so much for someone like you?
before you could stop yourself, the words spilled out of your mouth, shaky and weak.
“why are you doing this, sylus?”
he blinked, confused.
his eyebrows furrowed slightly.
“doing what, sweetie?”
“this! everything! whatever this… this is!” you gestured around wildly, stepping away from him. “the… the clothes, the shopping, the gifts!”
he studied your expression, his own softening immediately.
he understood where you were coming from, he could taste your pain and uncertainty from afar.
“because i want to,” he simply said, his voice calm and low.
“but why? what do you get out of this?” you rubbed your temples, genuinely distressed and confused.
he stepped closer, almost as if approaching a wounded animal, and leaned down so he could reach your level.
“you, hopefully.”
the entire world fell silent.
your eyes went wide, your head cocked to the side, your lips forming a perfect “o”.
“sy… you're not— this isn't funny…” you mumbled, shaking your head. “are you doing this because you feel sorry for me? are you? that must be it. that has to be it!”
yet his hands found your waist as he pulled you closer, making you gasp.
“i like you. i thought i had shown my interest the first day we met,” he softly said.
and if he recalled correctly, not only did he say you were lovely, but his voice was more like a purr than a casual compliment.
and, on top of that, sylus isn't one to praise strangers.
…and he paid for your bill, too.
your cheeks felt immediately hot, and you looked away.
“i— i didn't know! i don't like to assume, because… because—” your words died down as he gently held your cheeks.
“because you don't see yourself the way i see you,” he whispered.
your chest felt tighter than before, your hands holding onto his wrists.
“but… but look at you,” you protested, weakly pointing at him, then at yourself. “and look at me.”
“oh, i've been looking at you, sweetheart,” he chuckled, his eyes going up and down your entire body. “trust me.”
your breath hitched, your stomach twisting in knots.
“but—”
“unless you don't want this, i'm not letting you go,” he whispered, his gaze falling to your lips.
“sylus, i…”
“are you rejecting me?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “it's okay if you wish to, but i need a proper answer.”
you hesitated.
you wanted him, but your insecurities were louder than your desires.
he noticed, of course, so he tilted your chin up.
“may i kiss you?” he asked, softly brushing your bottom lip with his thumb.
your heart was beating so hard, you thought you would pass out.
against all odds, your answer came out weak and shy.
“...yes.”
and before you could blink, his lips were on yours, hands pulling you closer.
your hands shyly traveled to his chest, wrinkling his perfectly ironed suit.
his tongue brushed against your lips, gently asking for permission, and you couldn't help but grant him access.
his hands moved down to your waist, squeezing softly as he pulled away.
“still unsure?” he asked, his lips brushing yours. “you can reject me.”
you shook your head, averting your gaze.
“good,” he whispered, pulling away completely. “now, go change into the dress i bought you. i've waited long enough to take you out on a proper date.”
“...okay,” you whispered, nodding shyly.
he grinned, pressing another kiss to your forehead before leaving.
“i'll be waiting for you outside, sweetheart.”
and he left, leaving you alone with your racing mind.
you had nothing to lose… or well, maybe some hours of your time if the date sucked, but other than that, you deserved to give yourself a chance, and today was the day to do so.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier! ꒰੭
xavier was an enigma.
you've seen him around a lot, and while he's charming in his own way, he didn't really… talk.
he was unreadable, really, and you thought that could be because he didn't know you back then, but now that you —somehow— became friends, nothing changed at all.
he was often considerate, yes, attentive, unintentionally funny, and surprisingly cuddly, especially after long days.
your days next to him could either be quiet and slow, or unpredictable and fun, and it slowly became a precious friendship you didn't expect, but treasured deeply.
now, the problem came when he started giving you… mixed signals.
he would blush if you caught him staring, he would nuzzle against your body unprompted, almost like a shy and unsure cat around his favorite human, and he would also become protective of you whenever you two went out.
your most vulnerable side told yourself it was just a kind gesture; something friends did.
but there was this tiny, hopeful voice bugging you; one you hadn't heard since you were very, very young, when having crushes and fantasizing was very normal.
what if he felt something for you?
…but how possible was that?
yeah, he was a bit hard to get to know, and he had just a few friends, but he was still undeniably attractive and very kind to strangers.
people looked at him, women looked at him, guys looked at him; he was simply charming and had eyes that could make someone sell their soul without hesitation.
and that, to you, meant that he was absolutely out of your reach, even when his actions confused you.
as the months progressed, he didn't get any better. he slept on your bed because, according to him, it made him rest better, and, recently, he'd started taking your hand while walking outside.
things felt more intimate, no matter how hard you tried not to think that way and make assumptions that could, potentially, ruin everything.
but he'd give guys nasty looks if they stared at you, and he'd pull you closer to his side, fingers intertwined with yours.
your heart was melting, but your brain was on fire.
what the hell was he doing, and why?
was he protecting you from the judgmental looks of others?
was it because he cared a lot, or out of pity?
you were going insane.
one night, you both came to your place to watch a movie and share some snacks. there was some tension in the air, since xavier had scared the shit out of a man who had been staring at you.
you didn't know how to react, quite frankly, especially not since xavier's hands had held your waist on the way home, refusing to let go of you.
when you sat down, he was looking down at his hands, while you awkwardly turned the tv on.
“so, about that,” you began, clearing your throat. “i… appreciate the gesture, xav. it was very nice of you to protect me.”
he perked up, those pretty eyes meeting yours through his eyelashes.
“but, uh…” you mumbled, your breath catching. “it's fine. i mean, it's not fine, but i've been dealing with judgmental looks all of my life. confronting them won't change their mindsets.”
xavier grunted in acknowledgment, before averting his eyes again.
“he wasn't judging you,” he whispered. “he was eating you up with his gaze.”
you sighed and smiled softly, shaking your head.
“i highly doubt that, xavi.”
he suddenly looked up again, narrowing his eyes ever so slightly.
after a brief pause, he finally spoke.
“you don't know how gorgeous you are, do you?”
…
your heart briefly stopped before beating faster than ever. you parted your lips to speak, but only a humorless, awkward chuckle escaped your mouth.
“what… what are you saying, xavier? that's not true.”
he moved closer to you, until his scent wrapped around you like a thick, impossible-to-ignore blanket.
“have i ever lied to you?”
“xavier—”
“have i?” he insisted, leaning in so that you couldn't possibly avert your gaze.
you swallowed thickly, clenching your hands.
“xavier, please. stop,” you mumbled. “if this is your attempt to make me feel better, it isn't working. knowing that men stare at me with… god knows what intentions doesn't make me feel desired or better about myself.”
he leaned back, his head tilting to the right. his eyes darkened just enough for you to notice.
“is that what you think i'm trying to do? making up the way men look at you, and protecting you out of pity?”
you wrapped your arms around your torso and nodded your head, making yourself smaller.
a flash of blond hair rushed towards you, and before you knew it, you were pinned down on the sofa, his body weight on top of yours.
some of his soft strands fell over your forehead, and his nose brushed against yours.
“you don't understand,” he whispered, palms pressed beside your head.
you managed a small gasp, your body freezing under him.
“w-what don't i understand?” you whispered shakily.
he looked down at your lips, then your body, and then up at you again.
“i won't let anyone else take you away from me,” he closed his eyes when he nuzzled your neck, taking in your scent. “i don't want anyone else looking at you the way i do.”
“xavier, no one is—!”
“they are, because you're gorgeous, and easy to love,” he quickly interjected, pulling back to look into your eyes.
your lips parted again, but no words came out.
you were speechless.
he was… jealous?
like, genuinely jealous and scared of other people liking you, when that had been a very rare occurrence?
but why?
“don't make me say it,” he mumbled against your skin, once again hiding his face in the crook of your neck.
you, surprising yourself, lifted your hands to cup his cheeks, forcing him to meet your gaze.
“say what, xavier?” you mumbled, needing to know the reason, needing your brain to stop rambling and for his words to make sense.
he sighed deeply, looking away for a second, before meeting your eyes again.
“…that i'm in love with you.”
lies.
he had to be lying.
you closed your eyes and shook your head, but his lips met yours in a desperate, needy kiss, as if it had a message to convey, or a point to get across without room for doubt.
his hands held your wrists gently, pinning them above your head, while his lips moved against yours.
he was pouring his feelings into this kiss, his tongue tracing your bottom lip, begging for entrance.
and god, you wanted to give in, but your insecurities were louder, and you pulled away, breathing heavily.
“xavier,” you whimpered, your brows furrowing.
“no, please,” he whispered against your lips, eyes half-lidded. “please, i can show it to you better than words ever could… only if you allow me to.”
however, you looked around and then back at him with a troubled expression.
this had been too sudden, too surprising. you weren't even sure of your own feelings, or if this would ever work out.
xavier, upon sensing your concerns, gently backed up and kissed your cheek reverently.
“not today if you don't want to,” he quietly added. “but i'll wait for you.”
your mind was still racing with thoughts, both good and bad.
but yet again, as xavier said, he'd never once lied to you.
he was very straightforward with his words, even when his feelings weren't clear to anyone but himself.
however, he left it very clear what his intentions were, and if he was willing to wait for you to make up your mind and… finally listen to that pesky little voice of hope deep inside your heart, then you'd grant him the benefit of the doubt.
so, with a soft and almost imperceptible nod, you allowed him to show you what no one else had before, no matter how enigmatic or unsure the path ahead seemed.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne! ꒰੭
the day he confessed his feelings, you felt as if you had stepped inside a different timeline.
it was sudden; slow, gentle, seemingly genuine, but ultimately shocking.
him; the doctor.
the role model with a perfectly constructed life, with many nurses and researchers going after his not-so-little butt, and with a face that could make the angels swoon…
in love with you.
needless to say, you went out of the cafeteria in a matter of seconds, utterly convinced he was playing with you.
he had to be.
maybe he saw you as an experiment; maybe he saw the “potential”.
maybe he was doing research on how many months it would take for a doctor like him to change your appearance completely against your will, all while using psychological tactics.
…okay, maybe that was a reach.
but it was still way more possible than him just being attracted to you.
so, as one does, you ignored him for days; not even bothering to pick up his calls or answer his texts.
your brain was wise, your mind was trying to protect you based on your past experiences or rather lack thereof, and you trusted your gut a hundred percent.
on the other hand, zayne was heartbroken.
he had built up the courage to open up his heart, to reschedule some appointments to have an entire evening just for you, and he had also taken you to his favorite café in town.
however, he knew you had run away because of your insecurities and thoughts, and not really because you were appalled by him.
or well, so he hoped.
he respected your decision after trying to reach out whenever he had free time, understanding you needed to process everything and come to terms with your thoughts.
but it was hard; it was the hardest thing he had ever had to deal with in his life.
when a week went by, you tried to put some distance between the two of you.
though you didn't expect to actually run into him as you went inside your favorite cat café.
there he was, kneeling down to caress a fluffy, fat black cat who was still asleep; otherwise, his hand would've been slapped away.
you froze in place, staring at him with wide eyes.
he, perceptive as always, met your gaze, his own eyes mimicking yours.
ten seconds went by in sheer silence, and you gathered the courage to turn around and flee, only for zayne to quickly run behind you, reaching out with something you hadn't heard in his voice before.
desperation.
“please… please, wait,” he called out, the cold air hitting his face the more he stepped towards you.
both of you faced each other, chests going up and down, lips parted to let out little clouds of air.
“may i talk to you?” he quietly asked, his gaze tender yet urgent. you averted your gaze, hands hidden inside your pockets.
your silence and stillness were enough of an answer, so he proceeded, his tone becoming softer.
“i did not mean to upset you,” zayne began. “i… i am aware we have been acquaintances for less than a year, but that day i deemed it appropriate to voice my feelings.”
you remained quiet before whispering.
“why?”
his eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
“come again?”
“why me? why? how or when did you realize you… you liked me?” you mumbled, pressing your nails against your palms, not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to keep you from revealing your biggest insecurities.
his eyes softened, and he gently reached out to pull your hands out of your pockets and into his.
“you are everything.”
his hands were cold, but his touch was warm. his fingers squeezed yours, gently rubbing his thumb against your knuckles.
his eyes met yours, unwavering and sincere.
“you are kind, compassionate, and thoughtful. you make me laugh, you make me feel… at ease. and i find you breathtakingly beautiful.”
your breath hitched, your cheeks burning hot.
“i cannot think of a specific date, but i do remember feeling… abnormal flutters in my chest when you kissed my cheek on my birthday.”
you gasped softly.
that had been months ago.
“zayne…” you mumbled. for a moment, the icy walls around you started to melt under his warmth.
however, you came back to your senses when your mind started to replay all of the dismissals, the jokes, the judgmental comments, the disdain, all directed at you and your body.
you pulled your hands away and turned around, not yet leaving, but ready to if the situation became more vulnerable for you.
“you… you might be confusing sympathy with attraction, zayne,” you whispered. “it is your job to save people, and, subconsciously, you might be trying to… save me by being merciful.”
zayne froze, his hands trembling slightly before he clenched them into fists.
“...i do believe myself capable of discerning between desire and compassion,” he stated, his voice gentle but firm. “and i can assure you, what i feel is not pity, nor is it a way to feel better about myself.”
he stepped closer, his breath visible in the cold air between the two of you.
“i have felt unworthy of affection my entire life,” he suddenly admitted, reaching out to fix your coat with his slender fingers. “so i do understand why you would doubt my sincerity. however, i would like a chance to prove my honesty.”
“unworthy of affection…? but zayne, you're… you're you! you're perfect! have you not seen yourself?” you frowned, tilting your head.
how could he not see himself?
how could he not recognize that other people could find him absolutely easy to love?
how could—
…then it hit you.
you couldn't see yourself nor understand your worth either.
he offered a faint smile, the tips of his ears going red.
“perfect is not the word i would use, flower,” he whispered.
your heart fluttered at the pet name and how natural it sounded coming from his lips.
“but i, however, would use it to describe you. you are perfect in every way; there is not a day i spend without thinking about you, or… well,” he blinked quickly, fixing his glasses again, as if it were a nervous habit of his. “or without planning dates for when i finally clear up my schedule.”
your eyes widened, your knees feeling weak.
“dates?”
he nodded and stepped closer to you, closing the distance between you two.
“dates,” he confirmed. “if you would grant me the honor.”
could you…?
could you really accept and give him the chance he was asking for?
your lips parted to speak, but nothing came out.
zayne patiently waited, his hazel eyes never leaving yours.
you already knew how he felt about you, since he was very clear the day he confessed, and by accepting, you would be entertaining the idea of seeing how things progressed.
just when he thought you would reject him, you nodded.
zayne's breath hitched, his lips curling into the softest smile you had ever seen.
“thank you,” he whispered, gently taking your hand in his once more, pressing his lips against your knuckles, sending a shiver down your spine. “thank you, flower.”
you giggled nervously, your entire body feeling warm despite the cold weather.
“shall we go back inside?” you asked, glancing back at the cat café.
he nodded, intertwining his fingers with yours as he guided you back, his thumb gently caressing yours.
the black cat he was petting earlier was up and about, rubbing against the chairs.
zayne helped you out of your coat, his skin flushed, but his hands steady.
he was serious about proving his point, and, by now, the fog blurring your mind had dissipated.
he wasn't a man who would deliberately lie or play with your time, given he barely had time for himself.
and while you still had some doubts that wouldn't just disappear overnight, your previous… wild misconceptions about the man you called perfect without even noticing melted like ice against warm skin.~
omg happy belated birthday vannie!! i hope you had a good day!! i always love seeing your posts pop up on my dash and i'm glad that we're moots on here hehe🤭🫶🫶
awwww, i'm so glad we're mooties too, you're literally the cutest! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ ♡♡♡ thank you so much for the kind words 𐙚˙⋆.˚
