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Bad Hair Day

(or, 'literally the best day ever!!' ~ Luke and Kieran)

Sylus x gn!Reader, 650 words.

“Did it hurt, Sylus?”

“When I fell from heaven?”

“When you got struck by lightning.”

Sylus frowns. You snap a picture as he looks up from a data pad, mid-peruse of the news. He’s only mildly perturbed, mind you, not outright confused; the distinction has always been sacred. Confusion implies he’s in the dark, and—morning affairs in digital fine-print before him— Sylus is never, ever, in the dark about anything.

“Lightning, sweetie?” he fishes idly. “I’ll bite. You… felt a spark when you looked at me, hm? There’s electricity in the air?”

You rest your chin in your hand. “Why’re you so convinced I’m making a pass at you?”

“Every word from your mouth is a pass at me, kitten. I’ve learned to live with it.”

“He says, in a whorish silk robe.”

He tuts as he sips at his coffee. “It’s sophisticated.”

Is it sophisticated? “It’s halfway down your shoulder, Sylus.”

With a flicker of a sideways glance, he regards the wine-red silk bunched precariously at the top of his arm. Silk that slips another few centimetres when he shrugs. “Oops.”

Your lips are a thin line as you raise your own mug up to them, making Sylus chuckle. It’s a rich, self-indulgent sound— so hedonistic, so pleased with itself. Silently, you press a few quick buttons on your phone, then thrust it towards him:

The picture you’d taken.

Sylus’s chuckle cuts out like someone has gripped his throat and squeezed.

midnight thoughts turned into headcanons.

headcanons masterlist

Holding pinkies while taking a walk

Sylus: it's not like he doesn't hold your whole hand (he insists on doing so, even), it's just... that holding such a tiny part of you, that's unwilling to let him go, it's almost electrifying. If you seek his pinky first, he won't admit it, but the tip of his ears gets a little red.

Caleb: holding your hand is also a natural thing for Caleb, and you've been doing it since you were kids. While crossing the street, taking a walk in the park, or simply watching TV together, somehow your or his hand reached for the other's. But as you two grew up, holding hands became more intimate in the eyes of others. So, when you two wanted to avoid awkward questions or looks, you'd seek each other's pinkies and discreetly keep each other close.

Playful headbutts

Zayne: while waiting in line or standing close to each other, he suddenly leans his body to the side and gives your head a little bump, looking straight all the time. It's a cutesy way to kill boredom and, if you do the same, he smiles a little. It doesn't matter if you can only reach his shoulder or his head, bumping into each other is somehow amusing for him.

Xavier: he does it the most when he wants your attention. Let's say you're both drinking with colleagues, and you've been distracted or too engrossed with your friend's chatter, that's the moment when you feel a little bump from your side. He'd be looking at you with doe eyes while his hand supports his head. He wants you to look at him sooo bad, and it works. He also does it when you're sitting together on the bed or couch, it's past your bedtime and he quietly reminds you to go rest.

Hip bumps

Rafayel: also a way to kill boredom, or to tease you. He does it the most when you're both in front of the bathroom mirror, brushing your teeth or hair. Starts with a gentle push, barely swaying your body, but of course you push him back, so it escalates. Never strong enough to make you fall, but enough to make you stumble a couple of steps as you lose balance. Loooves and bursts out laughing if you get mad and rely on actually pushing him with your arms.

Randomly play fight

Caleb: another habit from childhood. You want to tickle him, he defends himself, you grab each other's hands, push and pull, he tries to make you trip a little with his legs (he always catches you !!), you pull his arm, and suddenly he has you pinned down on the bed/sofa, both of you giggling. While growing up, he might've accidentally hurt you, something you laughed off because you knew it wasn't intentional, but he still learnt to measure his strength around you.

Poke you out of nowhere

Xavier: it's his version of play fights. Since he likes to pull pranks, he tends to poke the small of your back when you're distracted, sometimes making you yelp, then your sides or cheeks. It can turn into a tickle war easily.

Rafayel: pokes your shoulder and acts as if he doesn't know anything, and somehow it always works because he only does it at his exhibitions, so there are a lot of people who randomly pat your shoulder to get your attention, but when he is barely containing his giggles, that's when you smack his arm.

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fluff! taking a picture of zaynie's cute pixel smile and realising it has gotten bigger, inspired by the pv of his heartfelt gift card and @/icy_whiskers on twt measuring his cutie smile hehe

“here you go, zaynie!” you say, placing a small box of macarons in front of him on his desk, kissing his cheek.

“thank you, darling.” he replies, giving you a smile.

realising how cute your boyfriend is, you grab your phone and snap a quick picture of him smiling.

he immediately grabs a macaron and stares at his laptop as he quietly eats it. you sit on his lap, liking the picture that you just took of him as you put it in your zaynie <3 folder.

with your boyfriend still finishing off his work, you scroll through the previous pictures that you have taken of him.

the older pictures seem different, but you can't quite understand why. physically, his hasn't changed much over the past few years that you have gotten into a relationship with him, but the newer pictures feel different. warmer, in some sense.

comparing the first picture to the latest one, you finally notice it. his smile is bigger. it may not be as obvious to others, but to you, it means the world.

you shift in zayne's lap, grabbing a protractor from his drawers and placing it on top of your phone screen. it may not be 100% accurate, but it will do the trick.

the first picture that you took of zayne. his smile was 1⁰ wide. the newest one... 10⁰ wide.

“what kind of interesting thought has popped up in your mind for you to be needing a protractor, darling?” he asks, and you tilt your head up to face him.

“i noticed your older pictures felt different to the newer ones. i realised it was your smile getting bigger.” you show him the pictures, and the measurements.

“i see.” he nods. “it appears that you are the only one who has this affect on me, beloved.”

you blush. “i quite like the results of my investigation.” you reply, kissing his cheek.

“as do i. i believe that we have quite a small data set— we need to spend minimum the next seventy years together to have more reliable results. don't you think, darling?”

starring : valko x reader, caleb

tags : none tbh?? crack ish, meet-cute, beefy bicep mention, valko got that dawg in him, caleb is a dog, flirty banter, threats as a joke? reader is referred to as she/her, fluffy in all senses of the word

word count : 1.1k

notes : another offering to the #bringvalkoback shrine pspsps has anyone seen my lost dog? anyways pls have this lil concept that has been marinating in my brain for the past two days also what even is grammar tfw english is one of my first languages and i fear i would not pass an eighth grade language exam atm

The park always felt a little dreamy at this hour. Dew still clung to the grass, sparkling with the first rays of sunlight, while birdsong drifted lazily through the crisp morning air. Golden light spilled over everything it touched, turning even the cracked pavement into something almost magical.

One moment, you were turning around to check whether or not Caleb was keeping up. The next, a broad shadow fell over you, accompanied by the scuff of sneakers against pavement. Then, an arm looped around your waist. Another caught your shoulder. Your face came within a single startled breath of being unceremoniously introduced to a stranger’s (very defined) chest.

“What the…” the stranger muttered after a soft oomph. The momentum carried him another half-step before he managed to steady the both of you. He blinked down at you, golden eyes already crinkling with amusement. “You always ambush joggers before breakfast?”

and he has no clue about it.

"nghh! please tell me you're all in," he avoids the question but his ears twitch.

with a slow slide, he bottoms out in you. your lips are pulled taut and thin, glistening as they're stretched wilide.

"hey short stack, you crying?" you don't even notice tears have slipped loose. he cups your face, ears flat in concern.

"does it hurt? i-ill pull out," soft whines bubble from his throat. he leans in, licking away the salt on your cheeks. poor valko, his size feels like an imposition to him.

you shake your head. "move," you tell him. he bites the inside of his cheek before he buries his head into your neck and starts rocking his hips.

you don't know if it's the result of his grueling sets at the gym or just the terrifying width of him, but you swear you feel every hot, pulsing vein running down his shaft dragging against your hyper-sensitive walls with every pump.

"s-so big..." a broken sob slips past your lips at the wet, friction-heavy slide of him.

it's only when he sees your brows drawn in ecstasy that he lets himself indulge in the tight, hot grip of you. your exhausted walls pulse around his too-heavy length.

the slick, crimson tissues cling to him, pulling outward and turning slightly inside-out as they drag along his length.

his gaze moves lower to where he pokes at your tummy from the inside. it has him trembling, halting entirely. his tail stiffens at the sight and then thumps onto the mattress eagerly

"are you going to move or not?"

that's all the permission he needs to fuck like a bitch in heat.

It wagged once. Twice. Even in sleep, some part of him always knew you were there.

You'd been awake for an hour already- crept out at an ungodly time to execute your master plan, then slipped back in to wait. The apartment smelled like vanilla and sugar and slightly burnt frosting (you'd scraped off the evidence), and the living room was housing a mountain of wrapped presents you'd been secretly hoarding for weeks.

His nose twitched.

There it is.

You watched his brow furrow, still mostly asleep, processing the unusual scent data. His tail started wagging faster. Then his ears perked up- one, then the other, swiveling toward the bedroom door like little radar dishes.

“Mmrph” A grumble. His arm reached out blindly, patting the mattress until he found your thigh and latched on,  “Why's it smell like... cake?”

“Good morning to you too.”

One golden eye cracked open. Then the other. He squinted at you suspiciously, clearly not trusting his own senses this early, “‘S not my birthday.”

“It literally is.”

He buried his face back into the pillow, “Birthdays are for people who age. I refuse. I'm eternal.”

You snorted and scratched behind one ear. His whole body went boneless, a low rumble building in his chest.

Cheater, he thought hazily. Using the ears against me. 

“Made you a cake,” you said in the sweetest fucking voice. 

His head lifted. Both ears now at full attention, pointed directly at you with laser focus.

“…What kind?”

“Chocolate. Three layers. Homemade buttercream… There may also be irresponsible amounts of presents. That leather jacket you've been staring at for six months? Those limited edition headphones that sold out in three minutes?" You grinned. "Oh, and I contacted that artist you like for a custom commission- it won't be ready for weeks so you're getting an IOU with a badly drawn wolf on it. Don't judge my art skills."

His tail was going insane now- hard enough to shake the bed. But his face was doing that thing where he tried to look cool and unaffected and was failing spectacularly.

She remembered, he thought, something warm and overwhelming expanding in his chest. Every stupid little thing I mentioned once. She was listening. She planned this. For me.

You didn't get to finish the sentence.

Valko moved fast and suddenly you were pinned beneath him, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his face inches from yours.

“You,” he said roughly, “are so annoying.”

“Rude. I made you cake-“

“The most annoying person I've ever met.” He kissed your forehead. “Insufferable even.” Your nose. “Absolutely unbearable.” The corner of your mouth. 

You cupped his face in both hands.

“Happy birthday, my little wolfie.”

He made a small, undignified sound. His tail drooped. His ears flattened.

And then he buried his face in your neck, arms wrapping around you tight enough to squeeze the air from your lungs, and just... stayed there. Breathing you in.

You held him tighter, scratching at the base of his ears as his whole body melted against yours.

His tail started wagging again- slower, softer.

Best day, he thought. Best person. Gonna marry her. 

“So,” you finally said, breaking the silence, “wanna see your presents? Orrrr is it still too early?”

He bit your shoulder. Not hard. Just enough to make you yelp.

“Five more minutes.” He lifted his head, flashing that sharp grin- still slightly watery but getting cockier, “Then presents. Then cake. Then I'm gonna show you exactly how grateful I am. Repeatedly.”

“...It's eight AM.”

“And? I've got all day. You gave me three layers. That's at least three rounds.”

“That math doesn't-“

summary: valko said you were only friends, but when you draw the line, will he be able to give up the closeness he's grown so attached to? tags: valko x reader, friends to lovers, slight angst w/ happy ending, pre-relationship, situationship if you squint your eyes word count: 1.2k photo credits: Game8

"I'm entertaining... a friend," Valko said to someone over the phone.

Hoho, so I'm a friend? Is what you thought, feeling amused after overhearing the conversation.

Just weeks later, you found yourself entangled in Valko's strong, thick arms. You were sitting on a chair across the mirror, preparing yourself for work. Valko was sitting on the floor with his legs crossed, his head buried against your waist as he inhaled your fragrant scent. 

After you brushed your hair and finished your final touches, you held his arm. "Valko, I should go now..." 

His wolf ears perked as he nuzzled deeper into your waist. "Just a bit more," His tail wagged restlessly. 

You stared at him for a while before you caressed his cheek softly. "Valko," you called out.

He raised his head and his eyes locked with yours with a soft gaze. His right eyebrow raised as if he were trying to read the thoughts behind your eyes. 

"Um... we should refrain from doing these kinds of things so often." 

As soon as he heard your statement, the restless swaying of his tail suddenly halted, falling flat to the floor. His eyes widened, and his golden eyes flickered with disbelief. 

"Refrain...?" He repeated, ears twitching before drooping. "From what things?" he asked, a faint hint of tremor slipping in his voice as though unsure as to whether he had heard you correctly.

You nodded. "You know... all these hugging, sleeping together in one bed," you shyly said. 

As if the world came crashing down on him, Valko sat frozen. 

The color drained from his face.

"Did I do something wrong?" He asked, voice weary.

You quickly shook your head, hands still caressing his cheeks. "No, no! It's not like that. You did not do anything wrong." 

Even though you reassured him, his shoulders remained tense, bracing himself for what you were going to say. You sighed heavily, searching for the right words. 

"It's just that, when you think about it," you rubbed the back of your head. "... friends do not act this way, Valko."

Valko's brows knit together, trying to make sense of what you were saying. 

"They don't cling to each other with every chance they get," you continued. "They don't fall asleep in the same bed almost every night... and they definitely don't kiss," you rubbed his head, trying to not hurt his feelings any further. "I am just worried that acting like this might cause unnecessary rumors, especially because many people's eyes are on you." 

Silence settled between the two of you.

Valko's gaze fell to the ground, his ears drooped lower as the words echoed in his mind. 

Friends don't act this way. 

The sentence remained on his mind more than he wanted to. 

Just as you were about to break the silence, your phone rang, reflecting Tara on the screen. 

You gently released yourself from Valko's arms, pressing the answer button on your phone's screen. "Hello?"

["Where are you, gorgeous?"] Tara's voice came through the speaker. ["Don't tell me you're still at home. Meeting starts in a few minutes."] 

"Oh, shit— I totally forgot. I'll hurry." You ended the call, grabbed your bag, and slipped your phone inside. 

You looked at Valko and patted his head softly. "We'll clear things up later, okay? You still have work, you should go too."

He looked at you with pained eyes, but he managed to force out a smile. "... Okay."

The moment you stepped inside your apartment, you let out a long sigh.

Today's conversation replayed in your mind for what felt like the hundredth time.

"...I really should explain it properly." You set your bag down at the table, slipping your hand inside to grab your phone. Worried, your thumb hovered over Valko's contact as several thoughts formed in your head.

What if you had hurt him? Maybe you worded it too harshly. Maybe he thought you were pushing him away.

Before you could call him, you heard a knock on your door. 

You approached the door and stared at it for a few seconds, mustering your courage, feeling the familiar presence on the other side. 

You clicked the door open and saw Valko standing unnaturally, with his hands behind him. "Hi, Valko."

"Hello..." His ears twitched, looking away. 

"Um... about this morning, I am sorry." You scratched your head. "I don't want you to think that I am pushing you away," you explained. 

You looked at him and saw his uneasy expression as he waited for you to continue.

"I like being with you, Valko. I like spending time with you," you straightforwardly spoke, blushing heavily as your heart thumped. "I- I just don't think... I just don't think it's appropriate to call it friends when we—" 

"I don't want to be friends anymore." The words burst out of him before you could finish. 

His ears shot upright, and his tail wagged anxiously. For a moment, even he was surprised by his outburst. 

"Sorry, I interrupted you." He looked at you, looked away, and looked back at you again. "I tried imagining it earlier."  

"I tried thinking about not being able to hold your hand. I tried thinking, not being able to see you every day or hug you," he paused. 

Your eyes softened at his words, and your hands lowered from holding the knob. 

"I tried thinking of us being separated because we're just friends," he frowned. "But I don't want that." His eyes looked pained, and his huge body seemed to shrink, as if he were bullied.

"Valko..."

"I hated it. I want hugs, lots of them. I want to hug you."

He looked at you firmly, tail wagging softly as he expressed himself. 

"I like spending time with you." 

"I like it when you pinch my nose." 

"I like it when you pat my head." 

"I like holding you. I like it when you hold me too." 

"... I love waiting for you to come home." 

You could not mutter anything and could only swallow. Your heart rang in your ears, muffling all the rustling sounds in your surroundings, and you could only hear his voice.

"If friends can't do that..." he inhaled deeply, pursing his lips. He squeezed his eyes shut for a second. "May I ask you on a date?!" 

His eyes slowly opened, studying your face for a second. 

"Oops. Didn't mean to shout." He covered his tomato-colored face, feeling embarrassed, his ears folding slightly. 

You could not help but smile at his silliness and ended up approaching him. How could you even resist a big baby who yearns only for you?

Before you could reach him, his eyes widened. He just remembered something important.

"Ah—!" A flower bouquet appeared in front of you. The ribbon was tied a little crookedly, and several petals were slightly out of place. "Here. For you." 

You chuckled softly, noticing how the bouquet was slightly worn out, with some wolf hair stuck on it. 

"Thank you, Valko. I appreciate it." You took the bouquet from his hand. "And yes, let's go on plenty of dates, shall we?" 

You could have sworn you saw his gold eyes light up instantly, and his mouth opened slightly, as if bewildered by your words.

"Oh—I know a place." He turned around and placed one arm crossed over his chest while the other rested on it, his fist tucked beneath his chin in thought. 

You listened to him babble some words and ended up giggling upon seeing his tail waggling in excitement. 

"Um, Valko, there are some petals stuck on your tail."