peachylynnie

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ask me not what this fucker cost

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what being a fall 2025 transfer applicant feels like rn: JUST PUT THE DECISIONS IN THE BAG BRO

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when cookies attack

summary: work is terrible and determined to run you to the ground. So naturally, Sylus gently suggests you acquire some semblance of work-life balance and engage in other hobbies outside of work. Unfortunately, your definition of relaxation is very different from his. fluff, twin shenanigans, sylus x you. now playing: The Feels by TWICE. Thanks for entertaining my shennanigans @borkunlimited & @abyssyby .

When Sylus suggested you acquire other hobbies outside your job, he wasn't expecting this.

This being you surrounded by a multitude of cookie trays, each with their particular flavor (salted caramel, chocolate chip, red velvet, s'mores, peanut butter banana, nori and soy sauce—wait a minute), and now his henchman frothing at their mouths on the floor.

It looked disastrous to say the least.

...

It started with an innocent ask two days ago, when you were in the thralls of work lamenting on the last minute report your coworker shoved upon you—again, to your dismay.

"Sweetie," his voice rumbled through the speakerphone, "please tell me you didn't forget our Pride and Prejudice movie rerun tonight."

Your eyes guiltily darted to your phone, a bright light shining in the corners of your dark, empty office. "Uhm," your fingers stalled on your keyboard, "I may have?"

Oh gods, were you in the office that long? You never missed a chance to rewatch Pride and Prejudice. Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennett were star-crossed lovers, and their on-screen chemistry was the stuff dreams were made of (Sylus didn't understand the wonders of Kiera Knightley and Matthew Macfayden yet, but he was certainly intrigued). You squealed when he said he would gladly take the day off to visit your place, and you knew Sylus was looking forward to seeing you again (you overheard the twins mentioning he just finished a business negotiation with a partner affectionately dubbed "the Biggest Shithead in Existence"). Nonetheless, you knew this was an opportunity neither of you wanted to miss.

But here you were, on the verge of tears, trying to explain to your beloved why you couldn't make it tonight.

"I have a report due—"

"My love," he interrupted, "when was the last time you used your time off?"

You chuckled nervously, palms sweating profusely.

He tsked knowingly, "That can be remedied. Finish your report tonight, come to the base tomorrow, and we'll take the rest of the week off together." He switched on his front facing camera, smiling brilliantly. "No phone, no laptop, just your pretty self and whatever you'd like to bring with you." That's cheating. You crumpled in your seat, wishing the floor could swallow you whole.

"But—"

"No buts, not unless it involves me spanking yours."

You blushed furiously, "Sylus!"

He laughed heartily and waved a languid good-bye, "Maybe you could finally engage in those 'hobbies' of yours. See you soon, kitten."

And thus hell continued.

.....

Thankfully, you were able to complete your report on time. Your manager seemed pleased at the seven page-monstrosity you submitted and gladly approved your time off.

Strange, but not something you were going to question. You learned very quickly that Sylus's influence stretched far and wide. If he found a means of making your life easier, he would utilize it. That's just who he was.

With the last of your belongings packed, you skipped out of the office. You paused at your car door, muttering, "But first some movie snacks...."

Little did you know this would be your undoing.

....

BUY ONE GET ONE FREE!

GET YOUR GIRL SCOUT COOKIES TODAY, LIMITED TIME ONLY!

The sign drew your attention as you approached your local grocery store. Tempting, but not what you were here for. You were about to enter the store when you heard someone call your name.

And you instantly regretted turning around. Because there in front of you were the trio of neighbors you liked to call the Stepford Wives.

Every morning, they greeted you with manicured smiles—commenting on your appearance, what you did and didn't do, your lack of a husband, your lack of children running around to take care of—and it was infuriating. If you had it your way, you would have bashed their heads in by now. But you could not, because you were a law-abiding citizen (unfortunately. It was times like this you envied Sylus's lawless status in the N-109 zone).

So you did the best thing you could and returned a steely smile, listening to their falsities if only to entertain the idea that they would one day magically disappear.

"So lovely to see you again! How have you been?"

"Did you just come back from work? Young ladies like you shouldn't be out so late."

"Did you hear about my son's latest achievements? He just graduated high school and he's heading to an ivy-league college!" Jesus, did they even know how old you were?

"Will you be participating in the neighborhood bake-sale? We're raising money for our regional sport teams to compete in nationals this year! We would love to have you participate."

Now that was something you could sink your jaws into. This counts as a hobby, right?

Your eyes twinkled with new vigor, "I would love to help. When does the bake-sale start?"

......

And this how Sylus now found you, in his kitchen in the middle of night, furiously baking up a storm.

Luke looked at him desperately, "Boss, we tried but—"

"She went straight to the kitchen—"

Kieran was starting to look an unpleasant shade of green, "And it's been three hours of experimenting, our stomachs are gonna pop—"

"Please help," they chorused.

He sighed, patting them both on their heads. "Go, you're dismissed."

The door shut with a quiet click, quickly drowning out the twins' banter. He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, taking in the chaos.

He could get used to this. Wanted to even.

Flour strewn across the counter, batter smearing empty stand-mixer bowls, and you—with a messy bun barely containing your curly strands—trying to beat cookie dough into submission with a rolling pin. He could see your brows furrowed in concentration, muttering about optimal hydration ratios and whether browned butter or melted butter was better. This focus, this slow unraveling, was oddly attractive. He knew you were driven by nature, knew you had trouble taking breaks during projects, but seeing you in his home like this—unbothered by his presence and performing menial tasks like this—softened his gaze.

"Don't let them fool you," you cut through his musings, "Luke was the first to grab the chocolate chips."

He held back a chortle. But of course.

"Kieran tried to measure the flour, but then spilled it everywhere. And then Luke tried to eat raw cookie batter. Mephisto knocked over the soy sauce and Kieran entertained the idea of soy sauce caramel—"

He strode swiftly, lifting and seating you on the counter, shushing your cries of protest, "And?" His eyes crinkled with mirth.

"Luke crumbled the nori in when I wasn't looking. Said something about soy sauce and seaweed obviously going together," you groaned while pointing to the tray labelled inedible, "and I hate rolling out cookie dough, why is making cookies so hard?"

"Sweetie," he brushed an errant strand of hair aside (you looked so beautiful like this, flour streaking your chocolate-colored cheeks), "if making cookies was easy, none of the bakeries around here would be in business."

You huffed in frustration, "Well, duh—"

"Now what," his lips lingered near warming ears, "prompted this cookie-baking marathon?"

You tried, really tried to recall the terrible conversation earlier. But when his hands slipped under the hem of your shirt, climbing higher and higher until they skirted the underside of your bra, you were far too gone to say another word.

And then when you breathed his name in that sultry whisper, he was done teasing, hoisting you off the counter until your ankles hooked effortlessly around his waist, "How about we give those housewives a run for their money, hm?"

You were more than happy to oblige, claiming his lips fiercely with your own.

....

Extra: the bake-sale, with Sylus and twins in tow

"Mini-boss where do you want the cookies? On the table, ok?"

"Want the tent set up?"

You nodded gratefully, stuffing a cookie in both Luke's and Kieran's mouths in thanks. They crowed happily, resuming their assigned tasks.

Sylus held his hand to the small of your back, guiding you to the closest chair. "Sit," he chided softly, "You've hardly had time to rest."

"I'm fine, Sylus. This is nothing compared to—"

"What a lovely surprise to see you here!" Ah, you knew a quiet moment was too good to be true. And there she was, Stepford Wife #2, the most vicious of gossipers.

You sucked in a deep breath, preparing for another onslaught of questions. But before you could curate a response, Sylus interrupted, using that uncharacteristically syrupy voice you knew would make anyone shiver, "And who might you be?"

It was by no surprise your stand won by a landslide, with Luke and Kieran bearing wolfish grins, Sylus carrying you in his arms, and you laughing jovially for everyone to see.

Take that, bitches.

Victory never tasted sweeter.

[peachylynnie]

this is the equivalent of "oh, that's gore. gore of my comfort character."

[peachylynnie]

so if i asked sylus for an entire parmesan wheel, how would he react?

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still obsessed with the cover of vol1 of chi. the gall. the daring. there has never been a more "hidden in plain sight". or maybe its just my adhd that made me completely miss the rope until i noticed his shadow is like. weirdly floating

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★ 【umio】 「 この世界は好都合に未完成 」 ✔ republished w/permission

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i just read a manwha called big spender in a busted game the end kissing scene IS SOOOOO MUCH LIKE your xavier x reader igloo fic like IT GAVE ME FLASBACKS!!! larv larv LOVEEE it so im back rereading it because i can’t get it out of my head like honestly you’ve awoken a beats in mean that i didn’t know existed 😵😵😵

dude i love manhwas so much. i'll be sure to add big spender to the list. right now i'm reading the male leads are trapped in my house. the male lead kind of reminds me of xavier. KIND OF. also sorry i got to this so late anon. life's been pretty hectic. but i'm so glad to hear you enjoyed igloo heheheh. something about kissing for the sake of ensuring one gets their medicine/hydration is just mwah chef's kiss. thanks so much for this anon this made my day :)))

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sneak peek at my musical actress!reader x understudy!caleb fic (got hyperfixated on heathers again)

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STEEL BALL RUN ANNOUNCED! I REPEAT STEEL BALL RUN ANNOUNCED!

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on everyone's SOUL (except tumblr users') I'M GETTING THIS IN MY FIRST TEN PULLS.

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"as long as our journey continues, we can always meet again"

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When Life Gives You Tangerines (2025)

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Love and Deepspace Fic Recs Masterlist

Here are some of my favorite stories, hcs & drabbles I've read from my lovely mutuals :) Please take the time to like, reblog and reply to their works. Some of these works will change with time, so I encourage you to explore each of these author's masterlists on their own pages! Appreciation feeds their souls~ Thanks @omi-resources & @inklore for the banners

Sylus

@comatosebunny09

current obsessions: serve and protect carpe noctem not quite human

@shaiyasstuff

current obsessions: delayed beginnings how to accidentally catch feelings while baby-sitting a man-child

@leighsartworks216

current obsessions: The Raven I Used to See the Future and Now Nothing

@abyssyby where the light touches

@ittybittyfanblog Error 404

@yukithestar sylus with non-mc reader

@borkunlimited Take Your Time, Miss Deer

@dijayeah

current obsessions: Ma Meilleure Ennemie the locked room protocol

@chubby-bun-bun

current obsessions: heavy is the crown untitled

@novthirty out of bounds

@thechaoticarchivist the choices we make

@subliminalwish a blooming predicament

@surly-sara In which Sylus...[ao3]

@terriblesoup A hand to hold

@skaiylus Throttle and Trust

@frissonmei to be known

@always-just-red Monster

@sylustful Hands

@syluxs a moment of boldness

@ellealyssum put it all to rest

@salemrph Let the World Burn

@sleepy-little-stars child of hades

@humanjarvis my happy is your happy

@orphicmusings nothing's going to hurt you, baby

@strwberri-milk Last Friday Night

@tojicide About You

@poisonf0rest so beg for forgiveness

@ara-the-great pout (hope you don't mind me creating a title for this one)

@peachylynnie blackjack

@sylusismybby big (hope you don't mind me creating a title for this one)

@catbolt

current obsessions: late night swim "sweetheart" nightmare (hope you don't mind me creating titles for these)

Zayne

@syneilesis Impact Factor

@odoraful Snowfield Park

@rumeras Coming Home

Xavier

@shaiyasstuff glass half full

Rafayel

@shaiyasstuff fate

Caleb

@plutotheplum dog tags

@reilemon Powdered Gold

@pinecavity caleb sleeping facing the door (hope you don't mind me creating a title for this one)

@humanjarvis punch

Luke & Kieran

@abyssyby off guard on duty

@into-deepspace shiny feathers

Poly LADS (and other rare pairings)

@astracora

current obsessions: Turning Point A Mandated Holiday Break

@iraot The Art of Submission

@aeyumicore shot, shot, shot, shot! (indv one-shots for each LI)

[peachylynnie]

Lingering (Robert McGinnis Paint Over)

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Horny Zayne thought that I gotta put out into the world

Thinking about wearing one of Zayne's button up shirts. His eyes widening ever so slightly when he catches you, looking you up and down. Adam's apple bobbing around a swallow

Your teasing, the pull you have over him, draws him in easily, until his hands are on your waist and he's leaning down to catch your lips and god how can he control himself when you're in his shirt

Finding yourself on the bed, naked except for the shirt you still have on. He doesn't let you take it off, even though his deft fingers have undone each button to reveal you to him. His hands push past the fabric to caress your bare skin, pulling your body up against his

Zayne completely crowding you. Hands holding your face, keeping you in place as he kisses you with longing breaths and soft worship, telling you how perfect you look in his clothes. His pants pulled down just enough to free his cock, already buried as deep into you as he can be. Rocking his hips, like even pulling them too far away from you would be disastrous. Grinding into you desperately, breathless words whispered against your mouth

You're surrounded, encapsulated, completely, by him. You dig your fingers in his hair, hug his hips tightly with your legs to keep him pressed right up against you. Too-big sleeves slipping down your arms. The fabric of the shirt you wear tickling your sides as his own shirt rubs your skin. Stomachs touching, chests touching, souls entwined

Zayne not letting up until he's filled you to the brim. Until you're dripping onto the bed and his pants. Sitting up slowly, admiring your face as you come down from your last orgasm. Admiring the way his shirt frames your chest. Admiring the sight of you spilling his cum as he pulls out, tempted to push it back inside with his fingers

Leaning back down to kiss your cheeks and the corner of your mouth, quietly asking if you're okay, if he hurt you at all. You make a comment about what else he'd do to you if you'd also slipped on one of his ties. He groans as he buried his face in your neck, haunted with visions of all the ways he'd tie you up, still in his shirt, maybe even his glasses. Kisses your neck as he murmurs warnings advising against it, but the look in his eyes when he pulls away begs you to wear his clothes more often. All the time. Be his, gods, be his

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Happy Caleb Myth!!