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sylus x youuuu!!

this story was requested by @revenlian :

“Dunno if you do this but oafjshv, but I wanted to ask if you could write a scenario where you (mc or reader i dunno) have a pretty long hair, and you'r not very feminine but still liked it long, but due to an accident had to cut it reaaaally short– You still love the way you look with that really short haircut, and your head feels so free, so you r happy about it🥺 soo based on this how would Sylus react? Like yesterday you two just had a pretty fun date and you still had your hair, how would he feel to a so abrupt change?”

thanks for the request bb! - me

(btw sylus reminds me of this song, so feel free to listen as you read.)

here’s a fluffy fluffy story that i hope you enjoy my lovelies!!

you knew sylus wasn’t one to get used to change easily, especially when it was abrupt

so how would he react when he saw your hair this short?

it all began when you were standing on a bus (public transportation) and a little kid decided to wrap your silky hair around a giant glob of chewed gum. it just created mats of ragged hair, which only fueled your desire to cut your hair.

you knew you weren’t very feminine anyways, so maybe it was for the best?

you were very happy about your short hair, getting bursts of joy each time you looked in the mirror at yourself, you looked so amazing! not only that, but your head felt lighter, whenever you had your long hair, it felt like there was a giant rock sitting on top of your head, but now, your thoughts cleared quicker.

but soon enough your thoughts became shrouded in questions and confusion once again.

what will sylus think of me?

i had my long hair yesterday so it’s a pretty quick change, i dont think sylus will be able to get used to it easily…

you know what? i’m just gonna reveal it to him and see what he thinks. i don’t care if he doesn’t like it! what matters is that i do!

you thought, finally coming up with a conclusion.

you picked up your phone, quickly tapping the messages app and texting sylus.

“hey sy..! i have a surprise for you!!”

“did you beat a wanderer without my assistance?”

“everyone knows i can do that.. but anyways, no it has to do with my appearance.”

“kitten, you know i will love you the same way i always do, even if you change your appearance.”

“and how do you love me now?” you responded with curiosity

“infinitely.”

that response was enough to make you want to tattoo it on your inner eyelids.

“ok shall i send a pic?” you texted.

“no, i want to see you in person.”

this message made your heart beat abnormally fast, just go with the flow, you thought

you responded with an “okay!” and an “on my way!” whenever you started up your motorcycle.

when you arrived, you didn’t even have to knock at sylus’ door, it just swung open as soon as you stood on his marble porch, like he sensed you were here.

your heart rate grew faster as you moved closer to where sylus surely was.

you stood at his bedroom door, knocking quickly but quietly.

“come in.” you heard sylus’ deep voice ring from inside the room, so you walked in after you fixed your hair.

you stood at the doorway and waited for a reaction.

his mouth didn’t gape in horror, and he didn’t shriek.

so you looked up at him with a questioning look.

and his once hard eyes softened as he looked at you with utter, raw love in his eyes and encoded in his body language.

he chuckled when you smiled at his reaction, “i love it, kitten, i love it so much” he purred

he stood and walked up to you, his hand reaching out to make a mess of your once maintained hair.

“hey!!” you giggled out as his hand ruffled your hair, reaching up to grab his wrist.

he peppered your head with aggressive kisses

“i”

a kiss

“might”

another

“have cuteness aggression right now”

and another.

sylus was undoubtedly in love with you, no matter what you looked like, so you learned that there was no room for being insecure around him.

and you loved him for that and so many other reasons.

please alert me of any grammatical errors, as i did not revise and edit this story as much as i usually do!!

really hope you enjoyed this one and thank you thank you thank you for the requests.

speaking of requests, please feel free to leave some, but none that are heavily smut based, thanks!!

if you read all the way through, please leave some support!

puppy!caleb (as in he just has ears and a tail) x you!

cw: mentions of licking. (it only happens like three times it’s not excessive dw), slight praise kink.

(caleb is super affectionate and sort of sub in this fic so enjoy!!)

feel free to listen to this song as you listen!

caleb’s eyes lit up and his tail wagged when you beckoned him to come sit infront of your thighs.

he walked up to you with his ears upright, yet still slightly floppy, and then kneeled down upon you.

you took this as a chance to pat his head, i mean who could resist that??

as soon as your hand began to reach in caleb’s direction, he immediately placed his head under your hand, and then leaned into your touch.

you gently scratched his scalp, along with his poofy but maintained ears, which earned a loooong whine from him.

“more.” he demanded as he pressed his hair up against your fingers and angled himself so you would hit the right spot.

it got to the point where caleb was absolutely wrapped up in a blanket of your affection, and when he finally couldn’t maintain himself any longer, he buried his face into your thighs, not in a sexual way, but in a, “thank you” way.

honestly, whenever he buried his face anywhere, that was totally his way of saying thanks, or even i love you.

“good boy.” you spoke as his face burrowed in your thighs further.

those 2 words earned a whimper from caleb and he began, “say it again” the words vibrated against your skin which tickled, so you giggled.

caleb took that seriously, picked up his face to look at you, and groaned, “i’m being serious!” his eyes glimmered with a tinge of longing as he spoke

“jeez caleb i’ll get to ittt!” you said, looking down at him from the couch

“now.” he protested against your quick remark.

you whined as a response to his demand, “good boy.” you repeated,

and his face became immediately flushed, he panicked and buried his face between your thighs again, before leaving licks all over your inner thighs, “i” he licked, “love” again, “you” and again.

you peppered his head with aggressive kisses as he said those words, and he laughed.

ok i love puppy caleb and i need a myth of it rn, if you read all the way through, please leave some support!!

sylus x you!! yay!

this story is purely FLUFF, and contains regular pet names. (including kitten!)

my requests are always open, but please nothing with major amounts of smut involved, as i specialize in angst and fluff.

plot: in which sylus has been in the negotiation room for a while, and walks out looking sick.

this fic was based heavily off of this song, so please feel free to listen to it as you read.

You’re sitting on Sylus’ couch, waiting for him to return from that stupid negotiation room. You missed him, and there was absolutely no doubt about that, he had been in there for 2 hours, 7 minutes, and 39 seconds. Yes, you were counting, but could you blame yourself? Nothing was really that important, not anything that you knew of atleast..

After a few minutes, you heard the door of the negotiation room creaking open, you immediately stood up and then looked at Sylus, finally he was done.

Wait.

You examined him for a split second, Sylus was sweating from his face, just his face, his eyes met yours and he immediately began, “Too cold in here, going to go turn up the thermostat..” He spoke, somewhere between a whine and a groan.

What!?

Last time you passed the thermostat it said 80 degrees farinheight, You knew Sylus liked it warm where he lived, but not that warm..

Was he sick? you thought, your mind racing through the possibilities

Girl what are you doing! You need to stop him! it is hot enough in this damn house!

You immediately ran to where the thermostat was, Sylus already standing infront of it, probably thinking about what temperature he wanted it to be, you grasped his wrist, firmly but gentle.

“Sy.. Honey.. it is already 80 degrees in here.. Why do you want to turn it up?” you questioned him with pure curiosity.

“Because it does not feel that warm in here to me.. I feel like i’m going to freeze to death.” he croaked out.

Whenever Sylus was sick, you knew he could be a big baby (or a drama king!) about a lot of things. So he must’ve been sick, because the regular Sylus would not act like this.

“Baby are you sick..?” you asked with genuine concern laced thickly in your voice. Gently placing the back of your hand upon his slick forehead.

He winced and leaned into your warm touch.

“No… I’m not sick.” he spoke firmly. But you could tell he was clearly lying.

He was burning up like those cookies you made last week.

“Come on let’s go, you need to rest”

You led him to his own room, dark, but very pretty in its own way.

“I am fine..” Sylus groaned out as you led him to his bed.

“Let me take care of you for once Sy..” you spoke to him in a gentle tone.

Sylus sat down on the bed, sitting upright with his back against the headboard.. With the thick blanket resting atop his legs. You didn’t think it was a good idea, but it really didn’t matter, because it was really just on his legs and not upon his whole body.

“I’m gonna go-”

As soon as “go” left your mouth, Sylus’ hand immediately grabbed your wrist.

“No. Don’t leave me, ask Luke and Kieran..” He pleaded with you.

Your heart was beating rapidly as the words reached your eardrums. You slipped his hand down to yours and spoke, “Okay. I won’t go anywhere” you spoke, raw affection tangled in your vibrating vocal cords.

You grabbed your phone from your pocket and immediately dialed Luke’s number, you knew they were always together so there was no need to call both of them.

The phone was immediately answered and their voices rang, “Yes, Miss Hunter!” after these words were said you quickly imagined them standing up straight and saluting, this earned a slight giggle from you, which in return, you could see Sylus with a slight smirk in your peripheral vision.

“Yes, I need an ice pack and water stat” you spoke, your words passing through the screen.

“Why? Are you sick, Miss Hunter?” their voices synced as they spoke.

“No. Sylus is.”

“No, I’m nottt..” as these words left his mouth, you quickly covered the speaker and microphone and began, “Sylus! You are! And we both know ittt~!” You sung and he groaned with a tinge of annoyance in his voice.

But he still smiled after.

You removed you hand from the microphone and began speaking, “Anyways.. Yes, Ice pack and water.”

“Aye, Aye!! Miss Hunter!!” and in a matter of seconds, there was a knock at the tall wooden door of Sylus’ room.

You spoke, “Yes, come in!” your hand still resting in Sylus’

And they were in, and then out, the ice and water resting on the bedside table..

Along with some Ibuprofen and Acetaminophen, that you didn’t ask for. but they must’ve knew all along.

You stood and quickly acting, placing the ice pack onto Sylus’ forehead. He hissed and held your hand tighter, “So cold.” he whined.

“I know, but it’s necessary honey.” you whispered, squeezing his hand with utmost care.

“None of this is necessary, kitten.. I can take care of myself.” He spoke, his words slurred as his mouth moved slowly.

“But I think it is Sy..” You said as a response to his remark, then you grabbed the cup of water and the acetaminophen, waiting for a moment before a noise of approval left his throat.

Then you tilted his chin up gently and handed him the acetaminophen, he placed it on his tongue and waited for you to hand him the water, you did, and so he drank it.

You placed a gentle kiss on the space between his brows, and he leaned into your touch.

Placing your hand on his cheek and then cupping his face you began, “I love you Sy..”

I love you..

I love you..

The words rang against his eardrums and he could’ve sworn he almost cried, it wasn’t like you didn’t say it a lot, not to mention it, you said it a ton actually.

So why was this happening?

Futile Devices

Words are Futile Devices.

sorry for the corny ending! but I had to!

dividers are by: @enchanthings

hope you enjoyed and feel free to give me any requests!!

NOT YOUR FAULT

plot: in which zayne has a full blown panic attack after a disastrous failed surgery, therefore, you comfort him.

cw: panic attacks, significant amounts of anxiety and stress, mentions of death.

this story is based off of the upcoming 10 days with you memory, although we do not know if that is sweat or tears, i’m just going to assume it is tears for the sake of this story.

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep..

Zayne tried everything.

CPR.

Defibrilliziation.

Epinephrine.

Nothing.

No signs of life. His ears rang and his eyes glistened with a pool of tears. It was all his fault wasn’t it? According to his mind, it was, and the panic bloomed throughout his chest, his heart beating quicker than before.

The patients heart isn’t beating though. he reminded himself, and his breathing became more labored and broken up.

Everyone had already left the room after they cleaned and sent the body to the morgue.

He huffed on his way around the hospital, passing through the different sectors of care. As he walked through the corridors he felt his heart rate spiking and a sudden dizziness overcoming him.

He needed to sit down.

Zayne rushed to an empty room, sitting down on the neatly arranged bed. The room glowed with the warm moonlight that was flooding through the windows.

And that was when it hit him.

A choking sensation grew in his throat, his body racking with tremors and heavy shivers. His heart physically and mentally burned. Was he having a heart attack? Cardiac arrest?

No.

It was very clearly a panic attack.

He had never had one before, he knew he had watched videos on how to calm down (just in case), but his mind was so engulfed in fog and anxiety that he couldn’t think of the methods to stop it.

MC

(Yesss! I know, sorry for the change of POV)

I wandered through the seemingly endless corridors of Akso Hospital, looking for Zayne, it had been two hours since he said that he would be home. And can you blame a girl for worrying after her boyfriend doesn’t answer her heavy load of calls?

Only god knew what Zayne was up to. But I swear I felt it in my blood that it had something to do with that surgery Zayne mentioned that he had scheduled, maybe the procedure was taking longer than expected?

The moment I saw a receptionist, I darted into their direction and asked, “Hey, Do you know what is happening with the surgery in Room 245?”

The receptionist replied with a short “Hm..”

“Oh. The patient flatlined a little while ago, so sorry. Was she your family member or something?” The receptionist answered my question.

“Ah. No. Gotta go, sorry.” I replied and quickly walked to, and then into the elevator.

I clicked the 2 on the dark number pad and stood still.

He’s probably just giving his condolences to his family right?

Nope. Not the time to overthink this! Just have to make sure Zayne is doing ok.

This is probably pretty stressful for him. But then the elevator chimed and the doors slid open cleanly, I walked out and wandered through the hallways once again.

I had to click pause on my steps as a random rooms door was left open slightly, and not to mention.. there was someone breathing pretty heavily in there.

I should check on whoever that is to make sure that they’re ok.

I wandered to the wooden door and grasped the doorknob firmly, peeking inside, I saw a figure, a man, I would suppose.

“Sir?”

He just sat there and shook violently as his breathing grew heavy.

I slowly opened the door.

“Sir? Are you al-”

Zayne?

“Zayne is that you..?”

I rushed to his side and stared for a singular second as his arm twitched and his fingers gripped the bed.

I had never seen him like this.

My mind raced to the videos that I watched over panic attacks and how to stop them. I knew that he had watched them too so why was this even happening?

Flatlined.

The patient, she flatlined, Zayne was operating on her.

Oh.

I sprung into action and my mouth immediately opened

“Zayne..!”

“Zayne, you need to listen to me.” I spoke, my tone loud enough for him to hear in his likely cloudy head.

His eyes swiveled towards me.

“Can you name 3 things you can see?”

It took him a while to respond.

“Y-you.” Zayne hesitated and I placed a hand on his back, “The Curtains, and a Bedside table..”

“Ok. Good.. Now 3 things you can hear.” I spoke in a lighter tone.

“The wind outside, Chattering outside of the door… and some footsteps.”

“What about 3 things you can touch?” I spoke as Zayne visibly calmed down, his eyes still filled with unreleased tears.

“The bed.. the floor, and my leg.” He said softly.

Zayne looked up at me with his glossy eyes, his bottom lip trembling, almost unnoticeable.

The moment I nodded, he immediately let a strangled sound which was followed by him trying to muffle himself by burying himself between my thighs. My shorts were quickly drenched by the gallons of tears that Zayne let out.

“It’s okay.. It wasn’t your fault Zayne..” I brushed my fingers through his black hair.

He responded by placing his arms underneath my legs and sobbing harder.

“But what if it was?” he asked through his cries.

My heart felt like a knife had just pierced it.

I tried not to cry.

“Zayne. I know you try your hardest throughout each and every surgery-” I had to collect myself to stop myself from crying too. “So if it was anyone’s fault, it was certainly”

Not yours.

Not your fault.

hiya guys, my first work on this account, hope you enjoy!

this fic was written in one day and was created when I was half asleep.

please let me know if there are any Grammatical, or medically incorrect parts of this story.

baii!