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── with my mind she runs, throughout the night ♡‧₊ ⸝⸝
♡.ᐟ Fem! Reader x N. Kento
☽☾ yearning so much yearning ☽☾ hurt/comfort ☽☾ pining ☽☾ fluff ☽☾
“Why don’t you write, darling?” Kento asked, his hazel eyes inquisitive over the sight of brand-new, untouched journals perched on your high shelves, pristine and unloved. “You have such beautiful ideas. I’m sure plenty of people would be thrilled to read about the sort of love you envision.”
Wasn’t that the worst part?
“Have you heard of the artist’s curse, Kento?” You asked him, much to his confusion, even though he nodded. His hands pressed back with no resistance as you took your empty diary from them to put it back in its lone slot.
“That if you draw someone you deeply love, that person will eventually drift away from your life…?” You nodded at his answer. “You see, there’s an author’s curse too. A little different, if I had any say in it.”
He looked up at you when you walked past the library shelves into the open balcony, where the wind breezed past, whistling secrets and tragedies between you two. Wordlessly, Kento followed. No resistance in this action of his, either.
“People say that an author who loves so deeply that everything their writing ever encompasses is embellished in their lover, they’ll never receive it back.” A rueful smile danced on your lips. “Always an angel, never the God.”
Kento exhaled, his arm wrapped around your waist as he spoke softly a litany only meant for your ears, “I don’t think it’s fair or wise to judge someone’s love in terms of barter.”
“I don’t think wanting is particularly fair or wise, is it?”
He didn’t have an answer for it, only the slow shake of his head.
“Did you know that Jane Austen never found the love she wrote in her books? One would think love like that is a thing of legends, for the greatest souls to ever exist in those times to not experience it.” You turned to him, “Was she worth that risk — we’ll never know.”
“Are those who dare to write about something as devoted as that worth the risk?” A gust of wind trickled between and past your dress, playing with the satins and pearls on the hem. Kento looked pained at the revelation, now that understanding was dawning to him. You faced him with a question on your lips.
“Am I worth the risk, Kento?”
“Of course you are—”
“You say that now, but what if something happens that shows you the opposite?”
“You can’t stop loving someone based on an idea of something hypothetical; that’s never how you love someone. That’s never how you let someone love you.”
“What if these hands—” you looked at your unmarred ones, the digits you held back from picking up a pen in the fear that you were writing a dystopia and not a utopia that your heart had always yearned for, “—what if they become a curse for myself? What if they write something so unimaginably alluring, so unrealistically passionate that I may never find it for myself and I’ll be doomed to live with the knowledge of something that I can never live it, Kento — I can’t do that, that will kill me, I can’t live with the regurgitated essence of something half rotten when my heart cooks up loving spreads of feasts for me, I can’t—”
“You don’t have to, darling,” — Kento cupped your cheeks, his thumb caressing your lips and your cheeks, “You don’t have to live with that curse because I exist, don’t I?”
His hand carded through your hair to tug you into a kiss, a kiss that he poured his longing and desire and fealty to you with the searing contact, “You’re worth the risk that I will take, that I will always, always take.”
With his arms, gentle despite the strength they honed, he pulled you closer until you were pressed against him, your heartbeats racing against the barrier of skin that you yearned to touch, and feel the personification of every raw feeling he couldn’t say or you couldn’t understand by a folly the gods had imparted in you, along with the aching mortality that death would part you and your love couldn’t be immortal. He kissed you once again, little pecks this time, peppering along your forehead and down to your cheeks, nose, and stepping low over the aflame skin of your neck, where he could feel your racing breath, the rapid rise and fall of your chest against his own thundering with his loud heartbeat, “Some people opt for thrill-seeking activities for that rush… but me? You’re my rush, my adrenaline, the spike of nerves one gets when they win something they didn’t imagine they would — but by heavens, my love, you’re no prize. You’re not an object; you’re the honour I was bestowed with, you’re the divinity I believe in. You’re the God I always want to worship.”
Your eyes blinked helplessly at the words. Facing the jagged, sharp edges of Kento’s untamed devotion, it was a mirror to your rugged barrier of avoidance. Why want what you could never have? But now you were sitting with the pieces of all that you had suppressed, handed tenderly in bites and chunks of soul from Kento’s own heart, that he’d cut with no worry because it was you who would be holding it.
“Who’s to say you won’t regret it? Who’s to say you won’t regret me, Kento?” You gasped, clutching his hand tightly, and he swallowed every sound, kissing you again, and again, and again. This was his testament that he’d batter all your doubts piece by piece, one doubt at a time, but he would weather the sharp edges for it to be safe for you to cradle it.
“Don’t you trust me, darling?” He kissed your shoulder, then your arm, the inside of your elbow and up your wrists, only to press a kiss on each of your fingers, not even complaining once when your nails scraped his jaw, “I have so much love to give, and to you and you alone. Won’t you give your poor lover a chance to show it to you, my love?”
Your heart stuttered to a halt. Teeming with affection, you could hear no lie in his words or see even a fragment of deception in his gaze. Kento kissed you with finality this time, for he knew that his conviction had you compelled, “Write, darling, and I promise you that nothing that you write of will be anything short of unbearably and astonishingly real.”
A/N: IM SORRY I DUNNO WHY I WAS IN A WRITING BLOCK
MC was leaving the building now after sharing a lunch with you in the main courtyard of your temporary work place. She was in the middle of texting Tara about the events that occurred, even giving details that she covered as your fake girlfriend for a small bit.
Tara gave her two thumbs up and a kissy face.
“Hello, MC right?”
Mc quickly turns her head to see the man from before who was trying to get your attention. She couldn’t help but let out a scowl, causing him smile down at her.
“What do you want?”
“What’s her favorite flower?”
MC blinks.
“I’m sorry what?”
Valko rubs the back of his neck, a bit embarrassed for being straight forward with the question. “Well, your co-worker, the pretty researcher lady? Im wishing to court her and I wanna know what her favorite flowers are.”
What?
“What?”
“Is that too much? I figured you would know since your best friends with her it seems… wait… is she single? Shit have been trying to court someone who’s taken? But she doesn’t smell like she’s been around another mate…” Valko starts mumbling to himself as MC just stares at him.
“Wait hold on… you’re talking about (Y/n) right? The researcher yes?”
Valko stops mumbling ands nods his head, letting out a sigh. “Yes, though I don’t think she’s picking up on my courting gifts… or that I’m trying to leave hints that I’m interested in her.”
MC just stared at the red head for a while before pulling her phone out and begins calling her girlfriend. “Tara, meet me at this location. I have someone we need to interrogate.”
MC then quickly grabs ahold of Valkos wrist and brings dragging him away from his office building. “Wait- hold on, I have work.”
“You’re the boss aren’t you? You make the rules, so you don’t have to show up!”
“Yeah but-,”
“ZIP IT, FOUR EARS!”
Valkos eyes widen as he goes to pet the top of his head, and indeed his wolf ears were out. He wasn’t even aware that they popped out.
They probably came up when he got too excited thinking about you…
MC continues to drag the wolf man behind her, ignoring his sputtering and protests as she continues to bring him to the location she told Tara about.
“This the dumbass?”
“Yes, the one trying to get ahold of our sweet, innocent Researcher.”
Both women stand above Valko as he sits on the small wooden cafe chair, drinking a chocolate milk box.
Valko was not sure what was going on, but these two must be your close friends, and he doesn’t want to piss them off because that would mean no chance with you… maybe if he showed how sincere he was about courting you, they would approve of him.
He just needs to be a good boy!
Tara glares down at him. “So… what do you want from her sweet girl?”
“I wish to court her and make her my girlfriend.”
“Boy didn’t even hesitate to answer.” MC steps back and covers her mouth with her hand.
Both Tara and MC continue to question Valko in the cafe, making some customers and employees look in their direction, thinking it’s just a game they’re playing.
“Ok… so you want to court her, or HAVE been… why?”
Valko tilts his head as he thinks about the question. He puts the milk box down and crosses his arms, closing his eyes in thought.
For the past few weeks while working with you, he’s gotten to know a lot about you. Valko has heard the way you laugh and seen how you try to cover it with your hand when a snort would follow. He’s seen how you help with his associates without hesitation, even if it causes you to work overtime.
You’re caring, sweet, kindhearted. Sure it all started by him picking up on your scent, but he’s like… part wolf! That’s kinda his thing!
Is it creepy? Yes. Is he sorry about it? Meh, not by much.
“Hey, Boss Boy, focus!” Tara was snapping her fingers in front of man’s face.
Valko blinks for a bit, feeling heat rise up to his face in embarrassment. “Ah, sorry… it’s just… how do I put it into words?” He rubs the back of his neck as he runs through his head. “When I first encountered her, she immediately felt like home.”
He wasn’t gonna bring up the bus encounter, or the fact that you smelt like home… he still wants to make a good impression on these two girls who are your close friends.
MC and Tara looked at each other and turn back to Valko, waiting for him to continue. “Ms Researcher… interacting with her makes me feel at peace, like I’m at home with my family and I’m able to be relax and be myself.” Valko stared down at the table, a small smile on his face. “She’s always giving a helpful hand with the other research team and sometimes helps with the tech team when they in counter a problem.”
Both girls see how he perks up, wolf ears popping out as well as if he just remembered something excited. “Did you know when she’s super focused, she sticks her tongue out? Like she’s biting down on her tongue just slightly and her upper lip is pulled up?”
Tara blinks in surprise from the sudden wolf ears, while MC just stares at him and taking in the new information he brings up about you. “Ok… what about it?”
“It’s super adorable. Oh! She also keeps telling me she doesn’t like too much sugar but anytime I see her drink her coffee she makes this face where her eyebrows would scrunch up and her lips pucker. Then she would lie to me saying she loves her coffee black! Then I would see her at her desk dumping so many sugar packets in, like she’s ashamed of liking the sugar…” Valko trails off at the end, propping his chin in his hand.
"I've only known her for a few weeks... but I feel like I've known her my whole life. I don't know if she feels the same about me, but I find I'm ok with that." Valko blinks and looks up at MC, staring directly into her eyes. "Is it... Is it weird if I already feel a sense of love towards her, even though I've known her for only a couple of weeks?"
MC looked at him in surprise. She wasn't expecting to hear a full on love confession. MC could could only stare down at your temporary boss as her mouth begins to hang loose.
"Oh my god..."
"What?"
"Your being serious, aren't you?"
Tara quickly turns her head to MC with a look of confusion, when it suddenly dawns on her too.
Valko blinks as both women grab a chair and sit at the table with him. MC and Tara both prop their heads up with their hands and smile at the wolf. "So... tell us how our darling Researcher made you fall head over heels for her?"
Just outside the cute cafe, A brunette and a silver haired male had their faces pressed up against the glass window, looking in to spy on the small group.
"You seeing this shit, Sylus?"
"Indeed, Colonel..." Sylus growls out.
Since your absence back at the Hunter association, all five men tried to find out what happened to you. They've questioned MC, but she would ignore each one of them and flip them off. Flowers and gifts were left on your desk, and MC and Tara would clean it off for you while you were working over in EonCore.
In other words, you never got their apology gifts.
Out of all five of the guys, it was Sylus, Caleb, and Rafayel that would stalk you from far off distance when checking up on you. Sometimes the men would run into each other when they come to deliver you gifts and end up fighting one another. (Caleb remembers walking around a corner and seeing Xavier and Zayne go at it at each other throats with the bouquets they got for you)
When you finally went to work on the new project at EonCore, everyone lost sight of you. Even when they asked MC, her response would be "Away from Dumbasses like you."
Ouch. But understandable.
Both men watch as MC and Tara talk to Valko in an excited manner; asking the CEO questions and stories about you while making animated hand gestures.
The dragon and the colonel only glared at the man before them, wondering what makes him so perfect. Just as they were about to leave, Valko turns his head over to the window where the two of them stood…
And gives them a toothy mischievous smile, showing off his fangs.
“… I don’t support animal cruelty but I feel like killing a dog.”
You believe your temporary boss is a bit… interesting.
Valko Ao is apparently to be known as a serious- no funny business CEO when he’s out with the public. But lately as you get to work alongside him with the other employees, he’s laid back and making nerdy jokes. With you, he gives you his undivided attention, like whatever thought or opinion you have on the project should be taken into serious accounts.
Then there’s the comments about your choice in fashion.
“Your outfit looks nice today, though you should add some color. It would definitely make your eyes stand out.”
“Do you wear jewelry? I think something that sparkles would make you stand out beautifully.”
As nice as those compliments were they just left you confused.
Also you noticed how MC has done a complete 180 on Valko. She originally was close to throwing hands with the man, and now anytime you bring him up in a conversation, she looks at you with a sparkle in her eyes.
“Oh? What about him? He seems like a likable guy.”
“MC, you were literally about to claw out his eyes when you met him”
“Unimportant events.”
Which leads you to now.
There’s a beautiful bouquet on your work desk. All of them containing your favorite colors and flowers, wrapped in a bright sparkly bow. There was a typed out note just pressed gently between the petals of one of the flowers and you hesitantly take it.
“There’s no reason for you to change. Let your true self shine.” And beside it was a doodle of a cute wolf howling.
Valko was just walking into the lab, his head immediately looking around the room in search for you, and when his eyes finally land on you, he felt like his whole world tilted.
You were currently throwing the bouquet of flowers he painstakingly made into the labs trash incinerator, watching as every stem and petal go up in flame.
You happily closed the lid on top and placed your hands on your hips with a smile on your face. “Well that was satisfying. I should ask my boss at HQ if we can invest in this, would save a lot of time on waste.” You then turn back to your desk, proud of your work.
Valko stood in his spot which felt like an eternity before slowly making his way over to you. When you suddenly felt a presence creeping closer to your desk, you turn your head to see your temporary boss and flash him a large smile.
“Valko! Hello! Your just in time- I’ve been looking further into the project on what we should do for the next steps of the calibration and I noticed that-,” you continue to speak while the wolf begins to spiral.
You’ve so far accepted all his small gifts, and the compliments he’s given you which is a good sign that you accept his advances… you just burned the bouquet, and he just walked in on it! So you rejected him… but your speaking so him so happily, which now leaves him a bit confused.
“Why did you burn them?”
You finally look up at Valko with your brows scrunched up. “What?”
“Those flowers… was something wrong with them?” He had to know, did you not like them? Were you fully rejecting him? Was this it?
All you do is let out a sigh as you place the tablet down and rub your temples. “I didn’t think you saw that, but personally… I think I’ve been wanting to do something like that for a long while now.” His tail and ears weren’t even out but he felt like they were drooping.
“-like seriously, they keep sending me flowers and shit and expect me to just forgive them?”
Wait what?
“Them? Who’s them?”
Valko’s question causes you to pause from your little rant, making you look down sadly. “There’s… so… heh, I dont know how to go about this… but let’s say I have like five guys who are trying to earn my forgiveness by constantly leaving me flowers and little trinkets on my work desk. I’m surprise they even found out I’m over here now working with you.”
So… it wasn’t rejection. But a misunderstanding?
“Are you sure it was from them? Did they leave a note?”
“Yeah, they usually do, but this time it looked like they forgot to sign it.”
Oh, so it was a misunderstanding AND he’s dumb. Fantastic.
“I do feel kinda bad though… that arrangement had my favorite flowers in it.”
The red head perks up at that. So you truly liked them? But you sadly had to get rid of them due to the men that are bothering you? He can work around that, yes… Valko is now planning on making things better.
He could just confess they were from him, but he doesn’t wanna make you feel worse.
Instead he just listens to him as you rant about what caused your distress and the five horrible dates you went on. As he listened to you, he couldn’t help but feel anger and sadness on your behalf. How could these men over look you? You? For the past weeks he’s gotten to know so much about you, even though you seem to try and hide most of your interests, Valko was able to pick up on them.
If he recalls correctly from the conversation he had with Tara and MC, you have been more quiet during conversations with them lately. If was as off you tried not to insert yourself in an enthusiastic manner.
Then there’s the clothes, where it’s all monotone with less colors and what you usually like to wear. Add that with your sugar intake plan.
When he finally heard all these things from your friends, he finally confessed about looking inside a “Self care” journal of yours. Both women were annoyed over the men that made you feel like you couldn’t be yourself, yet they were grateful for Valko for noticing that small information that you’ve hidden. (He was scared that they would tear into him because he looked into something of yours that would be considered private)
“-so I kinda have like, what? Five stalkers? Now they know where I am and they think that just by giving me stuff-,”
“Go on a date with me.” Valko interrupts you, making you stop what you were saying to look up at him with a shocked expression.
“What?”
“Ah- shit. I didn’t mean to ask all of a sudden… fuck this isn’t how I wanted to go about this.” Valko turns away and rubs his face with his hands, groaning in frustration before letting out a sigh. “I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while now… I’ve even been… leaving you gifts…” he motions to the incinerator.
You both stood there in silence while your brain tried to catch up with you.
“Wait… those flowers were from…”
“Me, yes… I thought I wrote my name on them, but clearly I didn’t. Heh.”
Oh my gosh you wanted to sink into the ground. Your temporary boss has been trying to get your attention since… what the first day since you worked here?? He saw interest in you and you’ve been none of the wiser.
“Ooooooh my god. I am… so sorry, Valko. If I had known those were from you I wouldn’t have-,”
“It’s all good. Just go on a date with me and I’ll accept it as an apology.”
This… this man was asking you for a date. This wasn’t a blind date that a friend set up, this is a whole ass date where the DATE HIMSELF is asking you out.
There was a small voice in your head saying that this was gonna be like all the others. Something wrong will happen, every date you’ve been on has been-
“If the idea of a date doesn’t sit well with you, we can just… hang out?” Valko asks hopefully. You can even hear the desperation in his voice for you to agree.
How can you even deny him when he’s staring at you with big, pleading, pathetic dog eyes?
“Were you able to hack into the camera feed?”
“Of course, it was easy. What do you take me for?”
“An idiot.”
“A wet, pathetic idiot.”
“Just because I almost drowned in a puddle-!”
“Shut up! Look! She’s agreeing to whatever he asked! Look at him being all nervous and shit!”
“So you think he asked her out?”
“We aren’t 100% sure. But let us keep an eye on them for now…”
“I feel a great source of stupidity in the force right now.”
“… like?”
“Like five men are about to do something ridiculous.”
“… should we check on Ms Researcher?”
“Yeah let’s check on her.”
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A/n: i was originally just gonna end it where the reader burns the flowers, but i like the extension on this more because you get to see how dumb the guys are.
guys this is kinda buns I fear because I'm a bit out of practice but I'll probably do Rafayel again next since that's my strong suit but i could also try xavi... and hey if you all have any suggestions for Tara audios I got you! I remember my Tara impression was quite popular ;D
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losing my mind over my dark comedy slash psychological horror lads au where "illusios" are the unaddressed regrets and vengeances of your soul in past lives given form in an imitation of you to travel to YOUR timeline and try and take your place because you have what they wanted
except its 3:11 am and i cant write rn but chapter 1 been out for a YEAR so ugh
a/n: so cute! also i took the liberty of changing it to clothes so i could have just a tad more freedom to write (it would have gotten repetitive doing the same thing for all li's) so i hope that's okay and you enjoy what i came up with!
xavier - his hoodie (word count: 347)
date night had somehow turned into another movie marathon. neither of you were complaining though. halfway through the second film, a chill crept through the apartment.
"i'm cold," you mumbled, rubbing the goosebumps on your arms.
you slipped off the couch going to your bedroom. xavier barely looked away from the screen.
a minute later, you returned bundled in an oversized hoodie, sleeves hanging past your hands as you settled back against him.
without thinking, xavier wrapped an arm around your shoulders.
"you warm now?"
"mhm." you mumbled against his chest
he smiled, content to sink back into the couch. it wasn't until you reached for the popcorn that he noticed the embroidered constellation on the sleeve. his constellation. his hoodie. his favorite one actually. one he had been sworn got lost while he was doing laundry.
he lightly grabbed your wrist bringing the sleeve closer, "that's mine."
you looked down, "it is?"
"you grabbed the wrong one."
you laughed, tugging the hood over your head.
"i guess i did. i should probably change. "
before you could fully manage to pull it completely off he tugged the hem back down to your waist. "you can keep wearing it. i like it."
the words came so simply that your heart skipped.
"you do?"
he nodded, his expression as soft as ever.
"it looks more comfortable on you."
a small smile tugged at your lips, "i think it's a little too big."
he pulled you closer until you were tucked against his side again.
"it makes you easier to cuddle."
"that's your reasoning?"
he rested his cheek lightly against the top of your head.
"and..." his voice grew quieter. "it smells like us. i like that too."
you felt your face warm up as you completely settled against him again. then, as the movie continued playing in the background, he intertwined your fingers with his and gave your hand a gentle squeeze.
"you can borrow my hoodies whenever you're cold."
after a brief pause, the corner of his mouth lifted into a sleepy smile.
"or even when you're not."
zayne - his button up shirt (word count: 400)
you'd been excited about this dress for weeks. it was the perfect mix of elegant and comfortable—a crisp white shirt dress with an oversized fit that somehow managed to look effortlessly chic. you'd imagined pairing it with knee-high boots for date night with some chunky accessories.
so, without thinking much of it, you reached into the closet and grabbed what you assumed was the dress hanging in the garment bag.
only...it wasn't until you'd buttoned it nearly to the top and rolled the sleeves that you noticed it felt a little longer and baggier than when you first tried it out.
you frowned at your reflection, "wait. something isn't right."
the bathroom door opened before you could investigate further. zayne stepped inside, fresh from his shower, towel slung over one shoulder. his damp hair framed his face, and he paused the second he saw you. then the faintest smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"i think," he said, voice calm as ever, "you have something that belongs to me."
your gaze dropped to the embroidered initials on the cuff. heat rushed to your face.
"oh. well that makes more sense"
you buried your face in your hands with a laugh. "i grabbed the wrong thing."
"i can see that" he said stepping closer to you
you held your arms up showing him how the cuffs fell way over your hands, "i was wondering why the sleeves were so long."
still laughing, you reached for the top button. "i'll change. give me two minutes."
before you could undo it, gentle fingers wrapped around your wrists. you looked up and zayne had stepped close enough that you could smell the clean scent of his soap.
"you don't have to."
"but what about your shirt? don't you want to wear it tonight." you frowned
"i own more than one."
his hands slid from your wrists to your waist, pulling you a little closer. his eyes lingered on the oversized sleeves that nearly swallowed your hands before settling on your face.
"i can't say i mind. i think it suits you better."
he adjusted your collar with practiced precision before smoothing an invisible wrinkle from the front of the shirt.
"i guess my new dress can wait."
he leaned down, pressing a brief kiss to your forehead.
"it can besides," he murmured, "i like knowing you're wearing something of mine."
rafayel - his cardigan (word count: 306)
you weren't the most keen on having couple items since your style differed from rafayels. you prefered simple, oversized items whereas he could be a little more...embellished. he picked you up for a date one day carrying two gift boxes wrapped up in a cute bow.
"they're not matching," he'd say with a perfectly straight face. "they just happen to be from the same collection."
sure...you gave him the benefit of the doubt. despite the identical pearl buttons. despite the tiny embroidered fish hidden near the cuff. the only difference being your's was cream and his was navy.
after spending the afternoon at his studio, you didn't think twice about grabbing the one hanging on a hook beside the door on your way out.
it wasn't until you got home that your phone buzzed.
rafayel: comfortable?
you: yeah?
a picture came through moments later. your cream cardigan hung neatly on the back of his chair. exactly where you had actually left it.
you looked down — navy sleeves. pearl buttons.
"oops."
before you could type an apology, your phone started ringing.
"you stole my cardigan!" rafayel declared the second you answered.
"i stole it by accident. i thought it was mine."
"you could have just told me you liked the blue one better i would have switched with you."
you laughed, "it's not like that!"
"you know..." his voice softened into that teasing lilt you knew so well. "i think i like mine better on you."
"you just want an excuse to keep buying us matching clothes."
"i have no idea what you're talking about."
you shook your head, smiling despite yourself.
"so... should i bring it back?"
"no. i'll just wear yours until i see you again."
you could practically hear the grin in his voice.
"then everyone will know we're a matching set."
sylus - his jacket (word count: 322)
you hadn't even realized you'd grabbed the wrong jacket. running late for work, you'd reached for the black leather hanging by the door and shrugged it on without a second thought. it was a little oversized, the sleeves covering half your hands, but paired with your fitted top and skirt, it somehow worked.
you'd gotten more compliments than usual that day and by the time your shift ended, sylus was already waiting outside, leaning against his motorcycle.
the second he looked up, his eyes settled on you. he had that mischevious glimmer that made you twitch with nervousness.
"why are you staring at me?" you asked, smoothing your hair.
a slow grin spread across his face, "no reason."
which, coming from sylus, meant absolutely something.
he pushed himself off the bike, holding out another leather jacket.
"here."
you stared between the jacket in his hand and the one on your shoulders.
"wait." you looked down at yourself. "this one is yours?"
"i was wondering where it disappeared to this morning."
you quickly shrugged it off, laughing. "sorry! i didn't even notice."
before you could hand it over, sylus simply folded his arms.
"keep it."
"but you'll freeze!"
he lifted the jacket in his hand, "i brought yours."
he chuckled, trying to slip your actual jacket over one shoulder.
your face warmed.
"so...you came all the way here just to swap jackets?"
"i came to pick up my girlfriend."
his gaze swept over you one more time, completely unashamed.
"though now," he admitted with a smirk, "i'd squeeze into yours if i could."
you laughed, "why?"
"because mine looks a hell of a lot better on you."
the confidence in his voice made your heart stumble. he stepped closer, tugging lightly at the collar of his jacket still draped over your shoulders.
"keep stealing my clothes." his smile turned just a little softer. "i like seeing everyone know who you belong with."
caleb - his sweatpants (word count: 328)
you'd borrowed the gray sweatpants so many times that you never questioned whether they were yours anymore.
they were your designated lazy-day pants—soft, ridiculously oversized, and perfect for curling up on the couch. although...you did have to keep hiking them back up every few minutes.
"were these always this loose?" you muttered, rolling the waistband over again. even after cinching the drawstrings as tight as they would go, they still threatened to slide right off your hips.
the legs weren't much better. the hems pooled over your feet, and you'd nearly tripped over them twice just walking from the kitchen to the living room.
"did i stretch them out somehow?"
caleb looked up from where he was making lunch.
his eyes landed on you, then slowly traveled down to the comically oversized sweatpants swallowing your legs. a grin spread across his face.
"what?"
he crossed the room without answering. before you could ask again, he hooked a finger through one of the belt loops and gently tugged you toward him.
"come here."
"caleb—"
he folded the waistband down just enough to peek at the tag sewn inside.
a laugh escaped him almost immediately.
"there it is!"
"what?"
"they're mine."
he held the waistband out from your body with both hands, shaking his head as another laugh slipped free.
"i was wondering where these went."
you looked down at yourself in horror.
"i've been wearing your sweatpants all day?"
your face flushed. "i seriously thought they were mine."
"i know." he couldn't stop smiling. "that's the funny part."
he gave the waistband another playful tug before letting it snap gently back against you.
"i swear i could fit two of you in these."
you huffed, trying—and failing—not to smile.
his expression softened as he looked at you, practically disappearing inside clothes that were never meant to fit you in the first place.
"they're kind of cute on you, though. even if they are a hazard."
valko - his t-shirt (word count: 326)
the apartment was quiet when valko got home. the only light came from the moon filtering through the bedroom curtains.
he eased the door shut behind him, careful not to wake you. before he even reached the bed, a familiar scent drifted toward him — his laundry detergent. his cologne.
he smiled to himself. "no way."
as his golden eyes adjusted to the dark, he finally made out your sleeping form, curled beneath the blankets.
you were wearing one of his t-shirts. the oversized fabric bunched around your shoulders, the sleeves nearly reaching your elbows, and the hem disappeared beneath the comforter.
something in his chest completely caved. you hadn't borrowed it to make a statement. you'd simply fallen asleep in it, surrounded by something that reminded you of him while he was away on business.
his heart melted. he brushed a strand of hair away from your face before pressing the gentlest kiss to your forehead.
"you're too cute," he whispered, mostly to himself.
the next morning, the smell of breakfast pulled him into the kitchen. you stood at the stove, humming softly, still wearing the same oversized shirt. his shirt.
without a word, he walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.
you smiled. "morning."
"morning." he nuzzled into your neck, breathing in the familiar scent that had somehow become uniquely yours overnight.
"nice shirt."
you glanced down before laughing.
"oh. i forgot i was wearing yours. you don't mind do you?"
he let out a quiet laugh, squeezing you a little closer.
"mind?" his lips brushed your temple. "i don't think i've ever liked one of my shirts this much."
you turned in his arms, smiling up at him. "so i can keep it?"
he didn't hesitate. "you can keep every shirt i own."
then, after a beat, he added with a grin, "just...leave me one so i have something to wear to work."
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sylus x cat owner reader whose senior cat is an enigma to him. he spoils you, so of course he'll also spoil your entitled old kitty, but he can't quite figure out what she wants.
he buys her the nicest treats. she begs for ham from the lunchmeat drawer of the fridge instead.
he buys her the flashiest toys. she bats around cotton swabs and tin foil balls instead.
he buys her the softest cat bed. she likes to sleep on whatever clothes are laying on the floor instead.
he buys- and assembles!- the best cat tree on the market, only for her to be fascinated by its box instead.
sylus is stumped- until he's at your place when a new pair of shoes he ordered for you arrives, and you stop to play with the bubble wrap instead of going straight for the shoes, and he finally realizes where your cat learned it from.
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in game Xavier interactions are so wholesome and cute they’re like ohhh haha he’s a kitty cards fiend and he sucks with technology and he also shows symptoms of severe depression or whatnot that MC is helping him with that’s so kawaii
and then his fucking cards are like WAR CRIMES SEX DARK LORD BACKSHOTS BEND OVER GRAH GRAH BOOM BOOM GENEVA CONVENTION BREAKING TIME
Psychologist!MC x Zayne dynamic actually. You take care of his mental, he takes care of your physical.
Tags; Zayne x reader, Zayne has social anxiety because I said so, all fluff no nsfw, kind of autism coded Zayne and Reader because I’m projecting and also they told me themselves. They’re having tism to tism communication. Reader who loves him and also wants to put him under a microscope. More headcanon/drabble than an actual fic so some things might seem out of place
Zayne who likes hiding and keeping his emotions locked in a safe somewhere in a dark cave in the recesses of his mind and Reader who can see through him and gently psychoanalyzes him against his will.
Zayne only losing his composure and getting irritated that you’re also diagnosing him against his will. You gently remind him of the one time he’d personally diagnosed you with like half of any illnesses you may have no matter how much you’d fussed and protested at first.
You think it’s really cute when he’s acting all cold and composed, heroic in his self neglect. Like he thinks you didn’t spot him isolating himself and neglecting his own needs for weeks before this. He thinks he’s so slick. You gently tell him to unclench and sit down and talk to you like an adult, to which he sighs defeatedly and takes a seat.
Zayne is notoriously stubborn. He’s so calm and composed that most people think he can see reason in any situation, and it’s endearing for you to see him think the same.
You know better though. You see when he’s mildly annoyed when people walk slower than him in the store, and then gently guide him on a different route to avoid him muttering about them under his breath through the grocery store.
You see that he enjoys taking you out and spoiling you, but dislikes eating with people around. Knowing he’s going out of his way, you often suggest more secluded date ideas to him when you noticed, and were surprised later to realize he didn’t know he had social anxiety.
Perhaps you could have worded it more nicely than just turning to him in the car and going, “You should’ve told me you had anxiety. We could’ve picked a quieter place.”
“I don’t have anxiety.”
“…. Are you sure?”
“I think I’d know if I did.”
“So the five minutes you took before coming in to think about what you were going to say to the waiter was just for fun, then.”
“How did you—?”
“I know you. You have this look when you’re thinking,” You say. “Like you’re walking through the possibilities of every situation. Have you always done that?”
“I guess so.”
“Hm. Maybe something to look into.”
“Stop doing that.”
“You first.”
You also realize Zayne spends so much time Fixing things and Doing things and Being whoever people need him to that he sort of just. Forgoes caring about his own mental health. He’s a very smart, empathetic and kind person, but he’s the stupidest genius you’ve ever met in your life.
