rafayel | 9:40 PM

"What's wrong? You've barely touched your pasta."

Rafayel's question comes out in a mumble, his mouth filled with food. You try not to scowl at him, but you feel that your gaze carries a bit of heat. You push the food on your plate around with your fork, and you make a show out of stabbing a piece of gnocchi.

"Nothing," you reply, trying to keep your tone nonchalant. "I'm just not feeling this place."

Rafayel raises an eyebrow at you. "What is it? The food is good, the wine is good. The service is excellent. What's the problem?"

You try to discreetly glance over to the area where the servers are hanging out. They're glancing back at your table, although not so discreetly, some of them giggling behind menus. Throughout the night, they've been checking in on your table constantly, even bringing over free dessert, which Rafayel is currently scoffing down. He's halfway through the tiramisu already, and you had refused a single bite of it. The entire night, the servers had been ignoring you, but had obviously been fawning over your date. You had tried to endure it because Rafayel had recommended the place, but they were starting to get on your last nerve.

Rafayel sees where you're looking and looks over as well. He catches the servers trying to make eye contact with him and he flashes them a smile. You hear them burst into giggles and you feel your eyes roll so hard, they feel like they're going to get stuck at the back of your skull.

"You're entertaining their flirting!" you hiss at Rafayel.

Rafayel looks taken aback for a moment, then you see the glint in his eyes, his lips slowly morphing into a smirk. "Oh? Are you jealous?"

Do you love me?

Genre: very domestic fluff.

Pairing: Wonwoo x reader.

Warnings: just one cursing.

“Oh, Wonwoo, good timing,” you said a bit surprised; he usually didn't show up when you were cooking. “Could you please set the table?”

He nodded and did as you asked, placing the plates and glasses in their respective spots on the dining table. Then he turned back to where you were and stood silently, just a few inches away from you.

“Dinner is almost ready,” you notified him, “just some minutes for the rice to…”

“Y/n, do you love me?”

The suddenness of his question made you turn your gaze toward Wonwoo, he was looking at you with a calm smile on his face and hands behind his back. He was looking somehow shy and adorable.

“Of course I love you,” you replied confidently before returning to what was in front of you.

“Do you really love me?”

You turned your face back to Wonwoo and he was staring at you intently, this time, his arms crossed over his chest gave him a more confident and mature appearance, making your words a little clumsy.

“… Of course”.

Wonwoo slowly leaned his face closer to yours as he held your jaw with one hand, his touch gentle but firm. For a moment, everything around was meaningless except his deep gaze and the way he kindly caressed your lower lip.

“Are you sure?” His voice was husky and his tone slightly bolder. “How much do you love me?”

Many words crossed your mind but you said nothing, the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears made it hard to think properly. The only thing you could do was closing the small distance between you both and press your lips against his, then pulling back with shyness.

Wonwoo smiled making the corners of his eyes narrow a little. You felt that with such a small gesture, your heart could just stop; but then, he gave you a small peck on the lips and pulled back, covering his mouth with one hand.

“Is it hot in here, or why are you blushing this way?” he said more relaxed, pressing his lips together to keep from laughing.

“Not you again!” you shrugged. The embarrassment of the moment only made the heat in your cheeks intensify. “JEON WONWOO!”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it!” His voice barely came out, muffled by laughter.

“It’s not funny, I swear!”

“But then why are you laughing too?”

“I’m not laughing!”

“Aw, come here.”

Wonwoo stepped closer, wrapping his hands around your waist in a tender embrace, leaving a kiss on your temple. Sometimes, things like this are very frustrating, but at the same time, it makes you very happy when he’s bold enough to make your whole being flustered. It’s very silly but Wonwoo being himself, and you couldn’t imagine a better life than this.

“I love you too, with all my heart,” he said, clearing his throat, “but I don’t like burnt rice.”

“No! Shit!” You quickly turned off the burner before an accident could happen. “It’s your fault! Wonwoo, stop laughing!”

Yours to Keep || J.W.W

pairing: Wonwoo x reader

wc: 4.5k

genre: fluff, angst, long-distance relationship

(a/n): missing Wonwoo hours is officially on. I just wanted to post something for him before he leaves. Also thankyou cel ( @mylovesstuffs ) and ro ( @shinysobi ) for beta reading ^^

summary: Before leaving for military service, Wonwoo hands you a disposable camera, saying, "Take a picture whenever you think of me." At first, you laugh it off, but as the days pass, you find yourself reaching for the camera more often than you expected

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The Departure

The night before he leaves, the air feels different—heavier, like the weight of unsaid words is pressing down on both of you.

You sat together on the couch, a blanket draped over both your legs, the TV playing a movie neither of you were really watching. Wonwoo’s arm was resting along the back of the couch, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his skin, but he hasn’t touched you in a while. Not because he doesn’t want to, but because he knows the moment he does, it’ll make leaving that much harder.

You stole a glance at him. His face is calm, unreadable, but you know him too well to be fooled. His fingers drummed softly against the fabric of his sweatpants—restless. He’s been like this all evening, like he’s bracing himself for the inevitable.

“…You should go to bed soon,” he finally says, his voice quieter than usual. “You have to wake up early.”

Your throat tightens. So do you, you want to say, but instead, you shake your head. “Not sleepy.”

He exhales a soft laugh, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Liar.”

The Anchor in His Storm

Choi Seungcheol (S.Coups) x Reader

Genre: Angst, Comfort, Fluff, Established Relationship

The practice room was unbearably silent.

Not because things were peaceful, but because exhaustion had stolen the members’ voices, their energy drained from the past week of relentless schedules.

Seungcheol stood in the center, fists clenched. His eyes swept over his members, his brothers, who were sitting on the floor, sweat dripping, chests heaving, bodies barely holding themselves up.

And yet, the company had just sent word: More practice. Another hectic week ahead. No breaks.

“Let’s run it again,” Seungcheol forced out, though his voice lacked its usual fire.

No one moved.

Joshua rubbed his face tiredly. “Bro… we can’t.”

Seungcheol exhaled sharply, his frustration simmering. “We have to. We don’t have a choice.”

Jeonghan, lying flat on the floor, opened one eye. “You mean you don’t have a choice. You’re forcing yourself to push through this, and we all know why.”

Silence.

Seungcheol’s jaw tightened. “I'm the leader. If I stop—”

“You don’t have to do this alone,” Jeonghan interrupted.

The words struck something deep in Seungcheol’s chest. But before he could respond, a voice suddenly cut through the tension—

“Hyung, I’m calling Y/N.”

Seungcheol’s head snapped up as Seokmin held up his phone, already ringing.

“Don’t—”

Too late.

The call connected, and your sleepy voice filled the room. “Huh? Seokmin? What’s going on?”

Seungcheol swallowed. He hadn’t spoken to you all day, hadn’t even had time to breathe properly and now, now, he was seconds away from breaking.

“Y/N?” Seokmin handed the phone to Seungcheol.

For a moment, he hesitated.

But the second he heard you softly call his name, “Cheol?” the dam inside him cracked.

His fingers curled around the phone, grip tightening. “Baby…” His voice wavered, his exhaustion evident.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, concern lacing your tone.

Seungcheol’s throat burned. He had held everything in for so long, had been strong for everyone, but hearing you, his safe place, shattered every wall he had built.

“They won’t let us rest,” he finally admitted, his voice raw. “We just finished a full week of schedules, and they want us to keep going. The guys are exhausted… and I—” His breath hitched. “I don’t know what to do anymore.”

There was silence on the line. Then, you exhaled softly.

“Cheol,” you murmured, your voice a gentle balm to his frayed nerves. “You need to stop carrying this burden alone. Look at your members. They’re already giving their all for you. Now, let them take care of you, too.”

Seungcheol’s gaze flickered to the members, who were all watching him quietly.

Mingyu gave him a small nod. Jeonghan offered a lazy thumbs-up. Even Wonwoo, barely keeping his eyes open, muttered, “She’s right.”

Seungcheol closed his eyes, exhaling shakily.

You continued, “Baby, you’re human. You’re not invincible, and you don’t have to be.”

Something inside him broke. The weight on his shoulders, the exhaustion pressing against his ribs, all of it suddenly felt too much.

And for the first time in forever, Seungcheol let himself fall.

“I’m tired,” he whispered.

“I know,” you soothed. “So stop holding it in. Let them see that their leader is human, too.”

Seungcheol opened his eyes.

The members weren’t waiting for a command. They weren’t expecting him to be strong. They were just there, his family, standing beside him, ready to carry the weight together.

Slowly, Seungcheol exhaled.

“Let’s stop for today,” he finally said.

A collective sigh of relief filled the room. Seungcheol felt his own body relax as he sank onto the floor, resting his head against the wall.

Through the phone, you smiled. “Finish up and come straight to me.”

His breath hitched.

You lowered your voice, soft and warm. “I’ll make you feel better.”

Seungcheol shut his eyes for a moment, letting the comfort of your words settle deep in his bones.

“Yeah?” he murmured, the exhaustion in his voice now mixed with something lighter, something like hope.

“Yeah,” you promised. “Now get your ass here, leader-nim.”

For the first time in days, Seungcheol let out a real, genuine chuckle.

The members all exchanged looks, rolling their eyes. “Wow. That was fast,” Dino mumbled.

Jeonghan smirked. “And that, boys, is the power of love.”

Seungcheol ignored them, already grabbing his bag. “Alright, let’s clean up and leave.”

As the members moved sluggishly to gather their things, Seungcheol kept his phone close to his ear, (after giving back dk's phone, he asked you to call him instead so he can keep hearing your voice) listening to you talk about how you’d prepare his favorite meal, how you’d let him vent as much as he needed, how you’d hold him until he fell asleep.

And suddenly, for the first time in a long time, he felt like he could breathe again.

Because no matter how heavy the burden, he had you.

And that was enough.

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*sighs* i love this man

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[12:49 a.m.]

wonwoo lays on the bed, with your head resting on his chest. the little streaks of moonlight that peek through the bedroom window lights the room enough to keep his packed suitcases barely visible, standing at one corner of the room, holding heavy with his clothes and emotions. but the two of you have an unspoken decision to not acknowledge it at the moment.

the bedside clock ticks away time in sync with the rhythm at which your head moves up and down with his breaths. but neither of you are asleep, nor do you decide to break this silence.

but then he hears your sniffs before he feels the cold wetness of your tears soaking into his t-shirt. wonwoo's quick to hold you to look at your face, but you don't allow it and only snuggle deeper into his chest to hide your face from him. wonwoo has to physically resist the urge to search for your face, because he knows what this is about, and he knows it's best to give you the time and space to process these emotions while he's still with you.

because tomorrow, he wouldn't be there to help you with it.

so he decides to pat your back in an attempt to soothe you.

because tomorrow, you'd have no one around as you cry yourself to sleep.

after a while, just as he'd expected, you bring your face back into his vision and snuggle into his side as before. this time, you draw random shapes into his chest to distract you from the tears collecting.

"if you could wish for one thing right now," you ask him in voice so soft, the room stays undisturbed, "what would it be?"

the soft rumble of his chest as he hums to think of an answer calms you for the being.

"i'd wish for one more day. so that tomorrow you'd ask me this again, and i get to reply the same again. and then again. and again."

you swallow the lump in your throat as you think about his answer.

"what would you wish for?" he asks.

"i'd wish for the time to stop. for the seconds to still and for the hours to remain unchanged. so that i can stay like this with you for a long time."

this was enough to break the mask wonwoo had so carefully placed so as to not upset you more. a single tear rolls down his cheek and places itself on your hair that he was nuzzled in until now. but you can't see him like this. not now, when you're trying so hard to seem okay. to show him you'll be okay.

and even though deep down you both know this isn't forever — he'll come right back to you in 2 years — your hearts still pain at the thought of having to go back to living without the other by your side.

so he turns towards you, so that your tears be soaked into his shirt, and his into your pillowcase, an unusual way to keep each other company as you part for the time being.

blue

feat. lovely banter with zayne in the morning

In the softest hour before dawn, when the town of Linkon lay wrapped in the hush of a blue so tender it felt almost sacred, Zayne sat at the edge of your bed, the early light casting his form in gentle shades of indigo and sapphire. Shadows stretched long as as he carefully buttoned his shirt, his fingers moving with a deliberate rhythm, hoping not to disturb you.

In that quiet intimacy, your arms, weighted with sleep, reached for him. He startled, the tension in his shoulders easing when he turned to find you awake, your eyes carrying the gentleness of lingering dreams. “Go back to sleep,” he whispered, his voice a lullaby. His hand slid softly over your hair, and then he gently adjusted the blanket around your frame.

"Mmm, so you're the type of guy to see yourself out after spending the night with a woman?" you murmured, a playful edge laced with drowsiness.

Zayne let out a soft hmph, the sound warm and tinged with a hint of amusement. "I'm the type of man who has a very busy day ahead of him," he replied, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile.

His hands moved to work on his tie, his fingers maneuvering the silk with skilled efficiency. "You," he added, pausing for a moment to look down at his work, "have the luxury of staying in bed, asleep, for another couple of hours."

You raised, the blanket slipping and pooling at your waist and exposing the erotic canvas of your skin in the hues of healing.

he finds you crying ft. love and deepspace men

Zayne

Xavier

Zayne watches you with a tender gaze filled with sympathy as you return home. Your body is filled with fatigue and you don’t even make it to the living room before your knees buckle and you grab the wall for support.

He’s quick on his feet, long strides meet you and he’s reaching for your hands and pulling you into him for support.

“Hey,” He whispers, lips close to the shell of your ear. His breath soft against your cheek as he guides you to the couch. “Sit with me.”

He pulls you into his lap, cradling your exhausted body against his chest. You reach up, fingers threading through the hair at the nape of his neck. Your fingertips knead the skin there softly as you ground yourself to his warmth.

“I’m sorry.” The words come out meek and barely above a whisper, you turn your face into his neck. Hiding the tears that begin to build in your eyes, “I’m sorry I’m so tired.”

“Darling, no.” He pets your back, nuzzling his chin softly against your head. “Don’t apologize, please don’t be sorry.”

You sniffle, and he hugs you tighter to his body. Hoping that the compression will help with the emotions you feel. You’d been working nonstop for three days now, pulling all-nighters and spreading yourself thin at headquarters.

“It’ll be over soon.” You had told him, “I’ll be okay, I do this all the time!”

You were not fine. There was so much to do, so much to fix, so much work. And you were drowning, so much so that you weren’t even making it home at night. Tonight was the first time you’d left the building, texting Zayne that you really needed him to meet you in your apartment.

He’d come. He’d been waiting for you to reach out. The text came around 2pm, pleading that you needed someone to lean on when you returned to your quiet and dark apartment. He’d been in your home since he’d gotten out of work, which was at 7pm. And it was now 11pm.

“I made you wait.” A few tears roll down your cheeks, you brush your nose against his throat, hoping that will make him understand.

He shush’s you, a soft sound that makes you whimper as exhaustion and guilt naw at your gut. His hand tangles in your hair, holding you close as his other hand brushes up and down your thigh. He says nothing as he rocks you back and forth, soothing you the best he knows how.

It works, just like it always did. Your breathing slows down, and your shoulders stop shaking with silent sobs.

“Breath for me,” He splays his hand on your back, sucking in a deep breath for you to mimic. “In.” He waits for you to do so, and when you do, he lets the breath out slowly. “And out.”

You both do this together a few more times before your body sags into him, spent and tired. You glance up to him, heavy and dark eyes half lidded. He purses his lips at the sight and brushes a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek.

“I’m proud of you.” He says, his voice soft, but you can feel that he speaks true. That he is proud of you, that he truly means it. “With everything that you’re doing, with everything you’re trying to to accomplish.”

He leans down, lips capturing your own hoping to convey those feelings to you through the kiss. He pulls back to rest his forehead against yours, closing his eyes to savor the feel of your body on his chest.

That’s all you really needed to hear, to understand that what you were doing mattered. To know that no matter what was happening…Zayne was right there with you.

1:02am — zayne

zayne felt tired. he feels as if the days of his business trip seemed to drag on for longer than he accounted for. 

usually business trips didn’t bother him, but this time it was different as he was asked by the world’s doctor association to share his findings regarding the rare protocore syndrome that he spent his youth researching and studying for.

of course, he was grateful for the recognition of his work, but if it were up to him, he wouldn’t have travelled thousands of miles away from you just to showcase his findings.

how long has it been? surely it’s been a few weeks, only… a lot more to go. zayne sighs as his green eyes scanned the piles of bulky folders in his hotel room table, each folder almost bursting out with information about the protocore disease. 

the doctor takes out his phone, his demeanor slowly relaxes as he sees his wallpaper containing you winking at the camera, the snowman plushie he caught for you squished against your cheek.

his eyes flit toward the time that read 2:30am. he wonders if you’re huddled up and asleep in linkon, maybe you were thinking of him while you hug the plushies he won for you, maybe you were rereading your previous messages, maybe you were as restless as he is. 

zayne could only sigh as he pushes up his glasses up to his nose. 

the sooner he incorporates the other thesis in his reviews, the sooner he can come home to you. he thinks to himself but he knows that it wasn’t as simple as it sounded as when he gets back home from linkon, surgeries will pile up the moment he clocks in. 

he clicks open his laptop, glasses reflecting the blue light of his device. 

hours were spent typing and reviewing sentences upon sentences and if zayne were being honest, his eyes and head were starting to hurt. he leans back on his chair as he closes his eyes and breathes in deeply. 

a knock interrupts his solitude and he doesn’t know whether he should be thankful for it. 

“just a minute.” he says as he stands up, and walks to the door, opening it, expecting greyson to be outside with more findings on the protocore disease. 

the doctor freezes in his tracks as he sees you standing before him, your luggage beside you and a beaming smile plastered on your face. 

“you…” zayne trails off, eyes wide as for once in his life, he does not know what to say. his hand remained frozen on the doorknob. with all the stress he’s been under, he’s convinced that he must be hallucinating you.

“i didn’t expect chansia weather to be this cold.” you say, as if you didn’t just travel halfway across the world to see your boyfriend. 

you looked absolutely beautiful.

“you should’ve given me a warn— zayne?!” you were startled as he pulled you and your luggage in the hotel room. the door clicks shut and his hands were firmly on the side of your shoulders, as if he were analyzing you. 

“surprise?” you couldn’t help but giggle, only to be rendered speechless as zayne says nothing. 

zayne puts a finger under your chin as he tilts it up, staring deep into your eyes as if he were calculating. without any more warning he dips down and slots his lips firmly against yours. 

you let out a surprised noise but almost immediately closed your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pulled him closer. 

with that kiss, you could feel zayne’s longingness, his yearning.

he needed this.

after a few seconds you pull away, you see zayne’s eyes still closed, you give his lips a playful peck and that seems to do the trick as he opens his eyes. 

you can see zayne’s tiredness in his green eyes and you unconsciously pout, sympathizing with your boyfriend's fatigue. 

“missed me?” you teased. zayne lets out a huff of laughter as he buries his face on the crown of your head, your figure embraced by him so comfortably. 

you could feel zayne smile as he takes a lungful of your scent.

“you have no idea.”

taking a shower with caleb, but for once, you're the one pampering him.

he's always the one washing your hair, but when you pout at him and threaten to leave the shower, he relents and sits on the shower bench in front of you. he sighs and tells you once more that "baby, you really don't have to, i'm okay," but you're having none of that. tilting his head up to meet your gaze, you press a kiss to his eyelids, and he tenderly places his hands on your hips — rubbing small comforting circles with his thumbs.

shielding his eyes from the water, you make sure his hair is thoroughly soaked through before squeezing some shampoo in your palms and massaging his scalp with it. caleb shudders a bit at first, your smaller hands much warmer than his. your touch is so soft, and for some reason, his chest feels like it's tightening a bit. when you push his hair back and laugh, whispering that "slicked back hair fits you, handsome," caleb looks at you as if you hung the moon and stars in the sky.

the feeling of your warm skin beneath his hands, your nails soothingly scratching his scalp, and your soft hums — this is love, he thinks. you're gazing at him with so much adoration, and you're treating him as if he was fragile. it's all so overwhelming, and caleb can't help the tears in his eyes. he was always content caring for you, never expecting you to do the same — your presence alone was a blessing enough. when he takes his hands off your hips to wipe his eyes, you grow concerned.

“caleb, are you okay? did shampoo get in your eyes?”

in response, he just laughs and wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head against your chest. listening carefully to your heartbeat, he exhales deeply. your body heat is so grounding, and he can't help letting out a choked sob when he feels you wrap your own arms around him. you care, you care for him so deeply, and caleb never knew he could allow himself to be selfish in this manner.

oh, how lucky you were to have each other.

“just thinking about how much i love you.”

🍎 pomme's notes — his myth damn near made me kill myself i need to love him so bad.. also inspired by that one reddit guy whose girlfriend washed his hair and he cried.. that's calebcore!!

you’d been perplexed when sylus had called you in the middle of the day—which was usually his favorite time to rest. 

“can you come to the base, sweetie?” he’d rasped, voice thick with ruined sleep. “i need your help with something.” 

your confusion is all the more reason for you to head to the base. when you arrive, you let yourself in and greet mephisto with a poke on the beak before hurrying to sylus’s bedroom.

“is something wrong?” you breathe, all but barging in. quickly, you scan the room for threats or intruders before your eyes land on the hulking figure in front of you. 

the hulking figure who’s uncharacteristically hunched over his bed, head bent and looking defeated. 

at your voice, he looks up, and you know him well enough to see the relief and slight embarrassment in his ruby eyes. 

“…sylus?” you ask hesitantly, “what’s going on? you should be sleeping right now.” 

“i was asleep,” he agrees with a slow nod. “and then…i ran into a slight problem,” he responds carefully, eyes flitting forlornly to the side of the bed.

curious, you come to stand beside him, placing a hand on his sagging shoulder. it takes a few seconds, but then, you spot it: trapped between the dark oak boards of his bedframe is a small brilliant red gem, glittering slightly in what little sunlight fills the room. 

“are you able to retrieve it?” he asks quietly. “it must have fallen earlier. when you’re not here…i can’t sleep without it.” 

“o…kay?” you reply, your confusion only doubling. taking a moment to study him, you notice the small pout on his face and stroke his slightly mussed hair. “of course i’ll get it. just a sec.” 

a moment later, you’re kneeling down to stick your hand in the bedframe and wiggling your fingers until you feel the crystal’s cool surface. you pull it out in one fluid motion, blow the dust off, and deposit it into sylus’s waiting hand. flashing you a tired, grateful smile, he immediately places it securely under his pillow. 

“there you go!” you chirp, pleased to have helped him. “but…can i ask something? why didn’t you just fish it out yourself?” 

avoiding your gaze, he clears his throat before he speaks.

“…my hands were too big.”

Their reaction to walking in on you changing:

favourite intimacy

xavier

♡ the type to search for a hug no matter how sleepy he is. you could be cooking or on a phone call, it doesn't matter. if you have your back turned to him he will wrap his arms firmly around your waist as his face nuzzles against the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent. if you're cooking, the smell of the food will keep him awake enough for him to make some small talk with you. buut... if you're on a call and it isn't that important he will gently kissing your neck, sucking on it, and licking any mark he makes. if you're being stubborn and continue to "try", he will keep going till you end the call and give all your attention to him.

zayne

♡ helping him choose and tying his tie in the morning before he leaves for the hospital. and after you finish, you pull him down by the tie and kissing him deeply and maybe leaving little trails of kisses down his neck leaving him breathless, once you're content you fix his collar smiling to yourself as you hide your lipstick marks and hickeys, finally patting his tie down. it's so cute when you send him off to work with pink ears and dusted cheeks. once he finishes all necessary reports and surgeries, he's rushing his way home to you to tie your wrists together with the tie you chose as punishment for making him all hot and bothered during work.

rafayel

♡ you're his muse in all art he does, whether it be in his paintings or in the photos he takes. it doesn't matter if you're not with him while he takes photos, he will take a photo of anything that reminds him of you; the sky, the water's ripples when a petal lands, or even a store. any colours he uses in his abstract paintings are the ones he engraved in his mind, those colours are the ones that kissed every part of you so very gently. the colours of the sunrise as the two of you walked hand in hand along the shores, and even the soft light of the moon as you're splayed on his bed.

sylus

♡ he has a (couple) vinyl record(s) he had custom made with both of your favourite classical music. and he has it on stand by ready to play whenever you come over to the N109 zone, and when you’re there with him; the both of you are slow dancing with his left hand on caressing your cheek with his right hand on your waist. and whenever you're gone for far too long for his liking, he's sitting down wine glass in hand with closed eyes, specifically listening to the songs you like imagining you humming along. and when you return to him, you're straddling his lap as you kiss him with your hands trailing down his chest slightly nudging his robe open for compensation, with the music lightly playing in the background.

caleb

♡ he has the urge to touch you, any form of physical intimacy with you anywhere and anytime. when you're trying to get a plushie in a claw game his hand is on your head as a form of encouragement, your arms linked together before, during, and after a banquet or for any event. for one, he knows you don't like talking to new people, and two he needs to know your safe and the best way? is to be together as close as possible. and when the both of you are lounging on the couch watching whatever movie you chose on a whim; your head will rest on his shoulder with his arm holding your body close to his, with his free hand reaching to hold your hand that's resting on your lap. you're no better than he his, especially when he has to leave for a fleet mission, your legs will wrap around his waist to keep him inside you. not just for the sake of the sexual act but to keep him closer to you just for a little longer, since you don't know how long he will be gone from your grasp again.

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A large fluffy blanket draped around you and Sylus like a cocoon, warming you up against the biting coldness of the heavy rain outside the wooden cabin.

Sylus's arms wrapped around your waist as you sat on his lap with his chin resting on your shoulder, he couldn't help but plant a few soft kisses on your neck, earning a ticklish chuckle from you.

"Still cold?" Sylus murmured, tilting his head a bit to look at you, his heart fluttering at the sight of your loving smile as you leaned your back against his broad chest.

"Not anymore." You turned slightly on his lap, pulling the blanket over his head, engulfing both of you under the fluffy quilt.

A mischievous smile curled on your lips, then you cupped both his cheeks and began peppering kisses all over his face - from his forehand, to his cheeks to his nose over and over all except his lips to tease him. His hold around your waist tightened, a deep rumbling laugh resounding amongst the pitter patter pitter patter of the raindrops outside as Sylus leaned closer to you, savoring your kisses attack against his skin.

Under the darkness of the blanket, your gaze shines adoringly bright in his sharp eyes, the softness of your lips finally captured his in a short yet sweet kiss that left him in pure bliss. "I love you, Sylus."

Despite his calm composure, his heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest from the shy quiet whisper of your voice when you uttered those three special words to him.

Is it possible to fall even more deeply in love with you than he already is right now?

"I love you too, sweetie." He whispered tenderly, stealing another kiss on your lips before resting his forehead against yours.

"I love you more than anything in this godforsaken world."

caleb | 6:36 PM

"Can you come get me?"

Your voice cracks at the end of your question, and you have to stifle a sob. Before you even finish what you're saying, Caleb's voice speaks up on the other end of the line, resolute and firm.

"I have your location. I'll be there in five."

You're irritable, tired, and achy, but have somehow made the trek from your bedroom to his.

When Sylus notices you leaning against his doorway, he puts his book down beside him on the mattress.

“Come here, kitten,” he calls to you.

You don't move. “I don’t want to get you sick too.”

“I’ll be fine, sweetie,” he says, reclining onto the headboard and patting his thigh, “Come here.”

You pull the door closed behind you and move through the room, body aching and head pounding every step of the way. With what remaining energy you have left, you curl into Sylus' lap, resting your head against his thigh. It’s hard muscle, but somehow more comfortable than a pillow. 

“I feel awful,” you say, eyes fluttering closed as Sylus begins to stroke your hair, pulling it back and away from your feverish face.

“I know, sweetie,” he says, “You’re doing so good right now.”

“I’m not doing anything,” you say, “Except feeling miserable.”

“You’ve been resting, and now you’ve come to me, easing the burden on yourself by letting me help care for you. That makes you a good, sick kitten.”

“I guess,” you say. You were reluctant to go to Sylus while feeling so gross and bad, but now that you’re here with him, you’re already feeling better. His fingers playing with your hair are dulling the drums of pain in your head with an enjoyable, tingly sensation. “But I can’t rest for that long. I have a mission tomorrow.”

“You're in no state to go out on a mission,” he coos, pressing a kiss to your hot forehead, “Not with a temperature like this.”

“Try telling my boss that,” you scoff, pressing your face into his thigh. 

“I’ll speak to him for you. People tend to listen to me.”

You giggle for the first time since you’ve fallen ill. “My boss can’t know Onychinus’ leader is my boyfriend. I’ll get fired.”

“Then I’ll write him a message. All you have to do is sign off and press send.” He kisses the tip of your nose and you smile.

“Really?” you say, looking up at him.

His red eyes glimmer down at yours. “Of course.”

“Okay,” you say, “but you’ll message him after you draw me a bath, right?”

“I am but a humble servant to my sick kitten,” he says, lifting you from his lap and tucking you into the silk black sheets. One more kiss and he says, “I’ll come get you when it’s ready.”

“Don’t forget the bubbles,” you chirp, covering half of your face with the blanket.

He smiles back. “I could never.”