#lads hcs

[mrs-hatake]

what a second... do you like the yandere trope 👀 not a formal request but like... the well is running dry on yandere versions of the lads men, any possibility you can write smth for them? u can do just Caleb if that makes u comfortable!! I just need yan!lnds but not many people in the fanbase do it 😔

i LOVE yandere!! especially when it’s well written 👌🏼

tbh, aside from caleb and (maybe) xavier, i can’t see any of the lads men as the yendere type, especially sylus. however, i think zayne can go down the yandere route at some point in his life.

i don’t have any plot ideas :( but i can tell you which types of yandere they are or they might be :)

caleb:

i think caleb would be the type of yandere who inserts himself in your life and plant his seeds of his possession from the start. he’s the type that will manipulate you into thinking he’s the only one you need. and that takes time and training. he’ll use a punishment and reward type of system; you do something wrong; he’ll either ignore you or give you short and clipped answers. you do something right and he’ll return to his usual self, praising you with smiles and a head pat.

he won’t outright isolate you from your friends but he’ll somehow convince you that they aren’t a priority.

xavier:

i don’t know anything about him since i always skip what he says lol so pls don’t came at me when i say he’s the jealous type of yandere.

he’s the type that has to be better than anyone else; stronger, faster, smarter, richer and so one and so forth.

xavier doesn’t like when guys approach you because he thinks they’re useless and aren’t worth your time.

zayne:

if zayne ever became a yandere, he’d be the overly obsessed type of yandere. he literally knows everything about you. What size shoes you wear, what type of toothpaste you use, what time you came home after work, the random elderly woman whom you helped cross the street and he even knows that you lost 0.5kg from a single glance.

he has to know who you’re with, where you are, why are you talking to someone, etc.

zayne even has several photo albums that he organized based on date, day, time and sometimes mood or weather. this guy’s nuts tbh.

sylus:

like i said, i can’t see him as the yandere type but if he were one, he’d be the harmless type. he’s aware of obsession over you so he knows how to control it.

sylus would be obsessed but not like zayne. he’s the type that places you on a pedestal, views you as a superior human so he must work hard to please and satisfy you.

he has you living in a gorgeous home. he’s showering you in money and adorns your arms in expensive jewelry. sylus is cooking delicious food, so good, that you never dine out or oder in anymore.

sylus loves you unconditionally, flaws and all. even when you do something wrong, he still accepts them because it a part of you. he doesn’t feel hurt because you often come around and correct your wrong doing.

rafayel:

he’s also the harmless type of yandere. his mantra is, “if you’re happy, then i’m happy.”

rafayel knows how to read you so he knows how to adapt to your mood. you’re upset? then he’ll be the perfect shoulder to cry on, the best therapist there is, he’d so anything to see you smiling again.

you’re feeling bright and bubbly? then rafayel is also intoxicated with exuberance. in need of a best friend, rafayel is there too.

like caleb, he molds himself into the perfect object for you to rely on. and if he doesn’t know something or doesn’t have a certain skill set, then he’ll teach and train himself until he masters them.

you don’t need friends, family or lovers to rely on when you have rafayel right there by your side.

[calqlate]

THE LOVE & DEEPSPACE MLS' TEXTING HABITS

INCLUDES: rafayel + xavier + zayne

MASTERLIST

— RAFAYEL

he texts only in lowercase for aesthetic reasons

he uses the minimal amount of shortforms, such as "ttyl", "gtg", and "brb"

definitely the type to have the "99+" icon on his messaging apps, simply because 1) he doesn't answer his messages quickly, and 2) many people are trying to get in touch with him

but ofc he will always answer your messages <3

he spams emojis like a true gen z-er. ie "no way me too 😭😭😭"

— XAVIER

he texts like a boomer 💀 (looking at his texts makes me feel like i'm looking at a millenial's messages...)

only ever abbreviates "you" with "U" and "are" with "R" (he uses uppercase for the singular lexicons), and shortening terms like "first" to "1st". he would definitely text something like "I am eating lunch 2" 😭

he rarely has anyone texting him

however when someone does actually text him, he is terrible at replying quickly

— ZAYNE

he texts like a no-nonsense, business-only boss (i would say his texting style is similar to mystic messenger's jumin and tears of themis' artem wing (main story only)). formal capitalisation and all, too.

he doesn't use autocorrect at all. he feels weirdly proud of his typing skills.

he definitely had the whole "how to type" module in high school. you know, the class that taught the kids born in the early 2000s how to type (thumbs on the space key and all...).

[lemonsquashhh]

MORE MC AND CALEB DOODLES 🍎🐿️

Part 1 here

More random tidbits!!

Ei teases Rafayel who always insists on going first on the claw machine

Calls him “goldfishie”whenever he gets mad because of how he puffs up his cheeks and becomes red

Caleb has to let her cheat during kitty cards. He can’t even pretend to not notice it…

Has her own heavily decorated room in Caleb’s apartment in Skyhaven.

There is a shelf just full of sunny apple plushies

loves karaoke

likes freezing her fruits. She’ll put grapes, strawberries and raspberries in the freezer to snack on later

When she’s craving cookies, she’ll make the cutest face that she can to beg Caleb for cookies

Ei’s definitely a sleep talker. She’ll say the most random things in her sleep. She once yelled at Caleb in her sleep, but when he confronted her about it she looked confused. To this day, nobody knows what he did in her dream to upset her. Not even Ei herself.

As children, she once got mad at Caleb for blowing out the candles on her birthday cake. As retaliation, she only played with her neighbour Zayne for an entire week. It was unbearable for Caleb.

In her universe, Ever was arrested early on way before Ei was supposed to take the Hunter Exam - so the house never exploded

Instead: rain pours down fine shards of glass containing memories from other worlds. Ei likes collecting these memories

[natimiles]

@valkyyriia

• When Sylus finds out you haven’t eaten all day, he shows up at your home with a hot meal and a disappointed look. “Eat, sweetie. And I won’t be taking ‘no’ for an answer.”

• He is very much, “You have a headache? How much water have you had today? None?” Scoff. “Sweetheart, you are not a snake plant.”

• “Have you used the restroom?” he interrogates over the phone while you’re buried in work. Your silence is all the answer he needs. “Stop holding it. Do I have to come there to force you to pee?”

• “I can tell by your eye bags that you haven’t gotten much sleep.” Sylus shakes his head over folded arms. Thumps your forehead, fixing you with the disappointed dad look. “Your socials can wait, sweetie. If I have to force you to lie down for more than three hours, I will.” He taps his forehead thoughtfully, a devious look shining in his eyes. “On second thought—”

“Vetoed,” you say with your arms crossed in an ‘X.’

• “You don’t always have to act so tough.” He pats your head, fondly ruffling your hair. His gaze softens when your eyes water with a fresh set of tears. He draws you into his arms, soothingly rubbing your back as your body shakes with quiet sobs.

• “You’ve been on your feet all day.” Sylus pats his thigh, signaling you to place your feet on his lap for a massage. “Come here and let me take care of you.” He’s tender as he kneads all the pain away, occasionally gazing at you with a gentle curve to his lips.

• “It’s about time someone gives you the attention you deserve,” he croons whilst between your legs in bed. Spreads your thighs apart, locking eyes with you before kissing up the inner curve of your thigh. “Let me show you what you mean to me.”

[catbolt]

Sylus who awakens from a nightmare and acts immediately on his instinct to hold you, gripping you close under the sheets with one arm around your waist and one tucking behind your neck. You blearily look up at him, shaken out of your own sleep. “Sy?”

He doesn’t respond, only rests his chin atop your head, breathing in the smell of your shampoo, arms locked around you like a vice. You can feel his heart racing as you’re pressed up against his chest, the slight tremble in his hands. “Sy,” your voice grows more serious. “What’s–”

He silences you by pulling you in even closer, burying his head against your neck. For all the times he’s helped you pick apart your own struggles, he’s not very good with words when it comes to his personal feelings. You sigh, stroking a gentle hand across his bare back. “That nightmare again? The one where I’m stabbing you with a big sword?”

He nods, the motion almost imperceptible. His voice comes out like a low hoarse growl. “Sounds stupid when you say it like that.” The silent plea for reassurance, something his usual confidence rarely needs, is clear to you.

“Not stupid,” you correct softly, rubbing his back. As your touch soothes him slowly, his tight hold on you gradually relents. He sighs in frustration, leaning back on his pillow and staring up at the ceiling. You shift closer, sitting up on your hand to place a kiss in the center of his broad chest. His body tenses at the sensation, and he looks down at you, red eyes soft and almost murky with emotion. “See? No sword here,” you mumble, as you lay your head against his chest.

He only pets your hair in response, but you’re satisfied as you hear his breathing slowly steady, his touches becoming lazy and usual, not as if he’s still trying to convince himself you’re really here. He drifts off finally back into sleep, the rise and fall of his chest like a gentle ocean beneath your head.

[yizhouism]

i feel like caleb would pray long and hard for your first child to be a girl—an except replica of you

jokes on him though! because not only is his first child a son, but his son also came out looking exactly like him: dark hair, purple eyes, the slant of his nose. it was like looking at mirror image of himself, except... oh... he had your smile. needless to say, caleb was smitten with his son. he still wanted a girl though!

the second time around, you and caleb were still not blessed with a daughter. and although your second son was all you in appearance, he was all caleb in personality, which of course meant that your second son was a mama's boy through and through!

he wanted to be everywhere you were at all times. your second son clung to you like a koala, crying every time caleb came near because that meant that your attention wouldn't be on him but his father. obviously, caleb wasn't having any of that and so came the long and hard months of setting boundaries with your second child

eventually (and with your eldest playing as mediator) they found some common ground! doesn't mean that they don't butt heads though, but it's all affectionate and part of their love-hate dynamic

your third child was finally the daughter caleb had prayed for. and while she wasn't a mini you, she was the perfect blend of you and caleb—a testament to your love and partnership

as the princess of the family, she was spoiled like spoiled spoiled, more spoiled than you ever were. how could she not when she had two brothers that spoiled her to death AND a father who was an absolute simp for her?

despite all that, her favourite man wasn't any of them, but instead her uncle zayne! when asked why she'd furrow her brows and say that her brothers and father smothered her too much. but late at night she'd whisper in your ear and say that uncle zayne was pretty, really pretty

needless to say the one-sided rivalry between caleb and zayne (and your sons and zayne's son) only intensified 😞

[leathfaic]

Ghost thinks he's cracked the code when he gifts Johnny an ultra complicated lego set for Christmas. Something to keep his hands and mind busy for a while.

He's watching, with terror and awe as Soap burns through a 1000+ pieces in an hour, with half a bottle of whiskey in him - drinking more while he's at it. He smiles the whole way through, though - and Ghost gets a tipsy peck on his cheek. Which might or might not have made the whole endeavour worth it.

"Thought that might keep you busy a while longer." he admits later, when he's deep into his own cups.

"Ach, dinnae sound so disappointed Ghostie, not'ing in there tha' can explode. Can work fast and sloppy."

Ghost just spent an hour staring at Johnny's hands and the concentration painted on his face. He knows there was nothing sloppy about that assembly. But he has to admit that compared to Soap's usual jobs, this is bound to be rather calming.

His eyes meet Price's over in another corner of the room. And the message, conveyed by a single raised eyebrow is clear. Ghost is not to add explosives to any gifts, even if it would make Soap very happy.

So naturally the next time - at Johnny's birthday - he slaps down a timer and a fully assembled lego set.

"Better get it done in time Johnny. And no cheating."

The way Soap's face lights up at the implication that there might be a bomb in his birthday gift should be concerning. But all it does is make Ghost wish there actually were some.

Johnny is a good sport about properly disassembling the marzipan compromise inside though. And just to prove he can immediately rebuilds the legos into the other figure they can form - taking a shot every time he has to look at the manual.

And when he carries his way too drunk partner to bed, Ghost vows to apply for Christmas leave. Which is something he hasn't done since...well for a long, long time.

Johnny, being the man that he is, never questions why they are going to spend Christmas in the countryside. A small cottage barely worth the name, as far away from other people as you can get on the Isles.

He just takes the chance to kiss Ghost every chance he gets, enjoying the fact that their isolation means he's getting an unprecedented amount of mask-free Simon.

"Got a surprise for you out in the shed, sweetheart." Ghost whispers when he catches Soap from behind while the man is about to open a bottle.

"Sounds like what a serial killer would say to lure ye into the open."

Ghost decides not to ponder that. With the reality of their jobs that answer... more than he's willing to argue right now.

"Should wait with that until you've had the surprise." he says instead, gently taking the bottle from Soap. Who for the first time frowns.

Ghost relents and they bring the scotch to the shed.

When Soap sees what he cooked up, he whistles low, no need to confirm that what he's seeing is the real deal.

It has taken all of Ghost's knowledge about explosives to craft the abomination. The two lego sets combined with a new third one, 6 sets of cables - all the same colour, and of course a live charge inside.

Johnny goes all still. Stalks closer like he's trying to get the drop on the inanimate object.

Watches it from all sides before turning to Ghost, "Do Ah need to follow protocol?"

His voice clearly tells him he hopes he does not have to. Ghost once again feels vindicated in his choice to move them out here, just pressing the bottle back into Soap's hand with a smile.

If this is what takes them both out then it's already worth it for the unhinged grin it gets him. Johnny's feral joy is infectious, and when he finally steps away raising his hands like he's expecting a crowd to cheer, Ghost honestly couldn't tell you how much time had passed.

He doesn't get a chance to ponder it either because the next second he's tackled by a full grown Scot with a half empty bottle of scotch in his hand and taken clean of his feet.

And if he hadn't already convinced this had been worth it, then the way Johnny makes sure to say thank you certainly is.

They do not make it back to the cottage for a good long while.

(This whole thing was inspired by my dear beloved @dismightyman who's singlehandedly holding it down in the Ghoap trenches with me)

[natimiles]

@valkyyriia

Sylus is for the ones who want security

Sylus is for the ones whose feet always seem to find the cracks in the pavement, who always seem to stumble over themselves as they try desperately to make something- a name for themselves, a conversation, a new relationship, a stronger existing one, anything- only to fail again and again.

Sylus is for the ones who find themselves holding up their hands as they watch them shake. Why you? Why was everything always on you? Why did you always have to make the effort, the connection, the fake-happy face to appease someone, just so that they might love you?

Sylus is for the ones who truly try, but have longed since reached the breaking point. Don't worry darling. Hide the cracks. If they're hidden, you surely can handle a little bit more disappointment. A little bit more 'being alone' no matter how hard you try. A little bit more on focusing on everyone else's needs while neglecting your own. Why are you breaking? Why are your pieces on the floor? Chin up, darling. It's only for a while longer. How much longer? Well, how much more do you have left to give?

Sylus is for the ones who sit wondering why. Why is there suddenly the foreign feeling of care, of love, of endearment? When everything has been 'nothing' for so long, how are you supposed to cope with 'anything' at all? Much less 'everything'? The stack of bills are paid, the cupboards no longer have ramen, rice, and beans. The texts come frequently, and your phone rings randomly whenever you cross someone's mind. When have you ever crossed someone's mind? And the clothes bought for you fit like a glove.

Sylus is for the ones who have given everything all of their life, who have found themselves desperate for connections that no one wants to make with them, who give their everything in exchange for more anxiety and demands at their expense.

Sylus is for the ones who want security.

[grabby-smitten]

Sylus is for those who are seeking someone who can be genuine and honest with them. That will put them and their relationship first and wont betray the same trust that is given.

Sylus is for those who are scared of being loved completely. The ones who believe they have a dark side and want someone who will still stand by their side and love them still the same.

Sylus is for those who sometimes need help and can’t ask for it. He would do the things, guide you or simply accompany you through it all.

Sylus is for those who struggle to see a bright side of themselves, but he will remind you time and time again how a wonderful person you are. In his eyes, there is nothing more precious than you.

[justwinginglife]

The LADS Men React To You Proposing To Them

*mature/suggestive content but nothing explicit (I'm sorry, it's cuz I'm lazy)

Zayne

Zayne looks away, but not before you catch a glimpse of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He takes a moment to adjust his tie, loosening it around his neck, before finally turning back to you, now fully composed. 

“You know, one usually has a ring when they propose.” He tries to keep the amusement out of his voice as he eyes you on one knee, empty handed.

You clear your throat awkwardly. “Well, I figured it was the…thought that counts?”

This time, he smirks slightly. “And what was your thought behind this?”

“That I can’t wait any longer and want to marry you?” You offer up sheepishly. 

“Well, in that case, I suppose I shouldn’t keep you waiting any longer then, should I?” He gets down on one knee, in front of you, purposely knocking against your propped up knee, as he mimics your pose. Then he pulls a ring box out of his pocket. 

You gasp as your eyes rest on the diamond. “Wait you…but I thought you weren’t gonna…you have a...ring?”

He chuckles softly. “I do. And if someone had waited a mere minute or two, I would’ve had the ring out and the question asked before you even had time to dirty your pretty leggings. But I suppose if you had waited, you wouldn’t be the person I fell in love with, now would you?” He teases, reaching out to gently caress your rosy cheek.

You pout slightly, but nuzzle against his hand nonetheless. “Hey- weren’t you going to ask me a certain question? Quit teasing already and get on with it.”

His eyes sparkle with amusement at your impatience. “It appears my fiancee is being quite the handful today.”

You whine, “I’m not your fiancee yet! You have to ask first!”

He gives a slight grin before clearing his throat and straightening his posture. “Will you do me the honor-”

“Yes!”

He shakes his head, laughing to himself softly. “She tells me to ask and then doesn’t let me finish. How very like her.”

Your blush darkens. “I was just…I got excited, okay? You can’t fault me for that.”

He smiles warmly and leans forward to rest his forehead on yours. “I could never fault you. Not when I’m over the moon.” He slides the ring onto your finger with ease, thumb caressing it gently, as though ensuring his love will secure it tightly around you. Then he bends down to press a kiss to your adorned finger. 

You swallow down your nerves. “I-I think you missed. My lips are up here.” 

His lips twitch, amused. “My mistake. Allow me to rectify it.” He cups your face in his hands, warmth searing into your cheeks, as he gazes into your eyes lovingly. Then, his eyes flick down to your lips, and before you know it, he’s kissing you. His lips move against yours gently at first. Then, after a couple of deeper kisses, after testing to see how far you’ll let him go, he begins to consume you like air. He groans against your lips, hands trailing from your hips to your thighs. 

“I’ll get the food to go.”

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Rafayel

“Stop.”

You blink. “What? But I…but you…you don’t want to marry me?” You try to keep the hurt from your voice.

He bends down and flicks your forehead. “When did I say I didn’t want to marry you?”

Your brows furrow. “Well, but I…I got down on one knee and I just asked you if you’d marry-”

“And? I didn’t say no, did I?” He crosses his arms, waiting for your response.

“...No. But you said stop-”

“Exactly. I just said stop. Cuz you’re going to ruin all my plans if you keep going.”

You blink. “Your…what?”

He gives you a soft smile. “Cmon, cutie.” He holds a hand out to you and helps you off of the ground. Then, when he’s helped fix your dress, he leads you down to the beach.

The entire path down to the beach is lit with candles and flower petals, and when he finally leads you to a large opening, you notice that written in seashells in the sand are the words “Marry me?”

Your eyes widen and you almost drop the ring you bought for him.

He quickly catches it, laughing slightly. “Hey now, don’t go dropping my wedding ring in the sand.” Then he gets down on one knee, and holds out the ring that he bought for you. He tilts his head towards the question in the sand. “So. You gonna answer my question before the waves wash it away, cutie?”

“I-yes! Of course! Of course I’ll marry you!” You throw your arms around him and then he really does drop the rings. 

“Well, there goes my undying symbol of my devotion to you. I guess we can’t get married after all,” He teases as he watches you desperately sift through the sand to find both of your rings.

“I’ll-I’ll find it!” You say quickly, panic starting to seep into your voice.

“Hey.” He catches your hands. “I was just messing with you, you know that right? Rings or not, I’d marry you. Wedding or not, I’d marry you. Heck, if you want to get married right here, on the beach, with just the two of us, surrounded by nothing more than sand and seashells, I’d be happy. More than happy.” He nuzzles against your nose.

You smile at him fondly. “Alright. But I hope you know that seagulls don’t count as witnesses and we need witnesses to get married.” 

“You mean to tell me that I just taught them how to speak and write, just for them to be ineligible as our witnesses? That doesn’t seem fair, now does it?” He jokes, a grin spread widely across his face. 

“You know what else isn’t fair? Hiding the rings and pretending you dropped them just to see how much I care about finding them.” You whisper in his ear, before slipping into his jacket pocket to retrieve your two rings.

He holds his hands up, amused. “Fine, fine, so I’m caught. Couldn’t help it, cutie. I had to get back at you for almost ruining my carefully crafted plans. It was adorable to see you so flustered though. I almost started to feel bad.”

“I hope you know you’ll have to make it up to me.” You say, sliding his ring onto his finger before shoving your ring into his palm and holding your hand out for him.

He chuckles and takes the ring, guiding it gently onto your finger. “Oh dear. But you’re insatiable, how will I ever be able to make it up to you fully?” 

“You can start with a kiss,” You say innocently.

“I can do that.” He scoops you into his lap and holds you against him as he claims your lips in a hungry kiss. A hand trails up your back and presses you tighter to him. After a couple of dizzying kisses, he begins to trail them down your neck, only stopping to murmur one thing. 

“Only one problem with your request. I’m insatiable too.”

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Caleb

“Wanna talk about the ring, pipsqueak?” 

He holds the ring box above your head as you jump to reach it. 

“Caleb!” You exclaim, exasperated.

He grins. “Just tell me. What’s it for? Who’re you giving it to?”

You deliver a soft punch to his chest. “I won’t tell you until you give it back to me, jerk.”

He gasps dramatically. “Don’t tell me. Is it for me? Oh no,” He purrs. “Did I just ruin your big proposal?”

You roll your eyes. “Well I’m not gonna propose now that you’re being a dummy.”

He seems to instantly realize the error of his ways, his smile freezing on his face. When he stops glitching, he immediately shoves the box back into your hands and starts to walk out the door.

“Caleb?” You call after him.

“No, no. We’re going to try this again. I’m gonna walk in and act like I haven’t seen you at ALL today. Kay? Be riiiiight back.”

“Caleb!” You shake your head and bite back a smile as he closes the door behind him. God, what a goofball. You wait for him to make his dramatic entrance. And dramatic it is.

He swings the door open. “Oh, my deeeear girlfriend! How are you feeling today? Feeling extra…romantic?” He teases, nudging you with his arm as if that’s your cue. 

You burst into laughter. “Caleb, you’re killing me.”

“Sorry, sorry. Was that too obvious? I’ll come back again.”

You pull him towards you before he can leave again and kiss him. He melts into your kiss, hands finding the back of your head to ground you against him. 

“Marry me, stupid?” You murmur as you pull back.

He chuckles. “Coulda done without the stupid.”

You cross your arms. “Fine, I take it back. No proposal for you today.”

“Wait, wait, wait!” He protests, pulling something out of his pocket. “Maybe this will help you reconsider?” He gets down on one knee and opens the box.

Your jaw drops when you see the emerald. 

“You remembered-”

“That you don’t like diamonds? Course I did. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t know your favorite gemstone? So, how bout it? Marry me?” 

Your gaze softens and you bend down to wrap your arms around him. “Of course I will, dummy. There’s no one else I’d rather marry.”

“And don’t you forget it.” He teases, poking your nose slightly. When you roll your eyes, he chuckles. Then he straightens, eager to put the ring on you. After admiring it on your hand for a while, you look up to realize he’s staring at you expectantly. 

You laugh. “Waiting for your turn, huh?” You take the ring you’d bought for him and slide it onto his finger. Then it’s his turn to admire it.

“Do you like it?” You ask shyly.

His smile spills across his face. “Like it? I love it. In fact, I love it so much that I think, to celebrate, we should…” He pulls you closer to him, nipping at your ear in a way that makes you shiver, before murmuring, “Consummate the marriage?” 

You blush bright red. “Caleb! We’re not married yet.”

“Mmmm. So a practice run then.” He nuzzles against your neck, pressing heated kisses against your skin.

You let out a whine, “You’re going to be the death of me.” But you cave in and let him carry you over to the bed after he begins to suck and bite at your neck the way he knows you love. 

He looks down at you greedily, eyes roving over every inch of your entrancing figure splayed beneath him. “Then til death do us part.”

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Sylus

Sylus chuckles when he sees you get down on one knee. “Well, kitten, this is certainly unexpected.”

You grin up at him, half triumphant that even he couldn’t see this coming. “So? Will you marry me?”

He pretends to think for a moment, tapping a finger on his chin. “Just one question, before I answer you. Does this mean I should cancel the trip to the Eiffel tower, the order of a thousand roses, the world famous orchestra, and the two bottles of champagne I ordered for when I was going to propose?”

Your eyes widen and you quickly rise to your feet, snapping the ring box shut and hiding it behind your back. “Pretend I didn’t say anything.”

His eyes sparkle with mirth. “Pretend you didn’t say anything? But, kitten, you went to aaaaall the trouble of setting this up. How can I just pretend nothing happened?”

You begin to pout. “Syluuuuuus. Just forget it, okay? I want the roses. You wanna go to Paris? We can go to Paris right now, I don’t even need to pack. And champagne, I loooove champagne. I’m not even picky, it doesn’t even need to be cold. So, you know, you can break it out now.”

His lips curl into a smirk. “Oh, but darling, I wouldn’t dream of overshadowing your proposal. This is your big moment, after all. We should enjoy it.”

You let out a long, exasperated sigh. “You’re enjoying this a little too much, aren’t you, Sy?” His laughter rumbled in his throat. “Well this is the highlight of my day, after all. I wouldn’t want anything to disrupt it. Besides, Paris can wait.”

You threw your head back in frustration and let out a whine, “Paris can’t wait.” 

He leaned forward in his seat, eyes glinting with a devious gleam. “I suppose I can oblige if you’d like. But there are consequences for taking back a proposal. Are you sure you’re ready to face those consequences, sweetie?”

You nod emphatically. “Yes, I’ll do anything. Just please, take me to Paris. Let’s go get engaged.”

He grins devilishly. “As you wish, my love.”

In an instant, he’s summoning Luke and Kieran to get his private jet up and running. 

You wait inside the jet while he makes a few calls. Your heart beats so loudly that you almost don’t hear the jet engines humming as they roar to life. You’re getting engaged tonight. That’s enough to make anybody giddy. Your feet swing back and forth over the edge of the leather chair while you wait for him to return. 

As promised, he sets a bucket of ice onto the table, with two bottles of champagne resting neatly inside. You sit up straight, peering at them curiously. The labels are in a language you can’t read and one bottle looks more expensive than your entire apartment. You reach for one, when he catches your wrist. 

“Not yet, sweetie. Patience. After all, I’ve not proposed yet.”

You pout but you obey, sitting on your hands to keep them from fidgeting. “So, how long until we’re in Paris?” 

He raises a brow at your impatience, but he’s more entertained than irked. “Long enough. But,” He leans in, pressing a kiss to your jaw, “I can think of a few things to do while we wait.”

You shiver at his words. “Like what?”

His fingers brush the hair from your neck as he nuzzles against it. “For starters, you still have to make up for taking back your proposal.” His words escape his lips in a low hum, as he continues to travel down your neck. 

“And how…” You swallow. “How would I do that?”

He sits up to gaze into your eyes. Then his gaze dips down to your lips before he leans forward and captures them in an eager kiss, thumb massaging your jaw line as he presses deeper into you. 

“Have you ever heard of the mile high club?” 

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Xavier

“You…want to…marry me?” Xavier asks, his wide eyes look down at you, stunned and sparkling. 

“Of course I do. I love you.” You smile at him warmly. 

His gaze softens and his heart skips a beat. This is everything he’s ever wanted, everything he’s ever dreamed of, everything he’s hoped for. He just didn’t think that you’d be the one asking. It makes it all the more special that you asked. It makes his lungs ache and his heart burst and his blood pound. It makes him over the moon, sun, and stars. 

“So, do you think you could give me your answer before my knee gives out? Kinda sore down here.” You joke as you attempt to shift some of your weight off your knee. 

He laughs softly as he accepts the ring. “Of course I’ll marry you.” His eyes trail down your body, darkening slightly. “But…I could get used to seeing you on your knees.”

You swallow. “Xavier-” 

Before you can continue, he captures your lips in a passionate kiss, tongue driving its way through your mouth. He loves you. His fingers tangle in your hair. He loves you. He swallows down your moan. He loves you so much. He laps at the bite mark he buried in your lip. He loves you so, so, incredibly much. Finally, he presses your back against the carpet, hips aligning with yours as he sinks down on you. 

The next two hours fly by in daze as he proceeds to lavish his loving attention on you. 

It isn’t until you’re practically glued together by nothing more than sweat, arousal, and affection, as you both lay boneless and breathless on the worn-out couch, that he allows you a break. You rest in his arms, trying not to move any aching muscles as you snuggle against him, pressing a tender kiss to his chest. 

“Can’t believe we’re…engaged.” He murmurs as he buries his face in your hair, inhaling your scent.

“Mmm, engaged and ecstatic.” You whisper back, eyes twinkling. 

He smiles down at you before kissing the top of your head. “I’m ecstatic too, my love.” 

His arms wrap around you tighter, but you groan at the pressure around your back, remembering how he had just fucked you into the ground so hard you thought you might actually fall onto the first floor. He quickly releases you, giving you an apologetic look.

“Let me make you some tea and I’ll draw up a warm bath for you.” He says, eager to help in any way you can. 

You nod and roll off of him slowly, trying to ignore your sore limbs. 

As he moves around the house in preparation, you wrap your robe around you and walk to the balcony. You notice there’s a fireworks show going off nearby. You admire the bursts of color that bloom across the night sky before quickly fading, and you wonder what the fireworks could be for. As far as you can tell, there’s no holiday any time soon. 

Xavier joins you at the balcony with two, steaming cups of tea. 

“Baby, look. There’s fireworks. Aren’t they gorgeous?”

Xavier smiles at you, tenderly tucking a hair behind your ear as he watches you enjoy the show. Not as gorgeous as you are, he thinks to himself. 

“What do you think the fireworks are for?” You ask him curiously.

His eyes widen all of a sudden, and he chokes on his tea. 

“Xavier, are you-” 

He waves you away, trying to assure you he’s fine between gasped breaths as he points back to the night sky.

You raise a brow at him but then turn back to where he’s pointing. 

Suddenly, four words appear in the sky in beautiful, bright bursts. “Will you marry me?”

Stunned, you turn back to Xavier who is rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

“So I, uh, kinda lost track of time with you and forgot I ordered the fireworks.” He admits. He pulls a ring box out of his pocket. “I know you already asked me, but…”

“Yes!” You throw your arms around him excitedly.

He winces but he smiles. “Still sore, dear.”

You raise an amused brow at him. “And who’s the one who wanted to go for two hours?”

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This is so sweeeet @valkyyriia @elidoesart

when you confess your feelings to sylus he stays a bit silent,,you tell him its okay if the feeling isnt mutual, instead of saying anything he grabs your hand and puts it on his chest to feel his heart beat, feeling it pounding hard and fast, does this give you an answer? my beloved.. you nervously laugh …. are you sure you dont have tachycardia? sylus squeezes your hand puts his head down and starts laughing, his hands making it to your face cupping your cheeks his face a breath away, youre really funny.

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authors note: this is how i imagine him laughing in this scenario LOL & this is the only way i imagine a confession between sylus and mc/you.

©sylusdoll 2024

[deepspacelxver]

Soft Sylus HCs pt.2

Soft Sylus who spends much more time than necessary getting ready in front of the mirror on days he knows he’ll see you because he always wants to look his best for you.

Soft Sylus who encourages Luke and Keiran to find ways to constantly set you two up together.

Soft Sylus who brings you a gift everytime he meets up with you, (gift giving is his #1 love language I swear) weather it be flowers, small items of jewelry, or even just snacks you mentioned liking.

Soft Sylus who threatens anyone who dares to make you upset. Boss being too hard on you? Suddenly they’ve resigned. Rando on the street catcalls you? You can be sure they won’t ever do that again…

Soft Sylus who will hold you on his lap and rock you back and forth when you’re upset. He’ll also try singing to you to make you feel better which usually results in you laughing into his chest.

Soft Sylus whose favorite place to be is by your side. He doesn’t care where he is as long as you’re there with him. Having you close to him immediately lifts his mood and makes him smile.

Soft Sylus who always gets really fidgety and nervous whenever you’re out on long missions and he can’t see or talk to you for long periods of time.

Soft Sylus who NEVER lets you pay when you go out with him. Going out to eat, shopping, anything. He won’t even listen to you when you say you can pay, he doesn’t bother himself with such trivial matters.

Soft Sylus who will casually put his arm around your waist, or cooly interlock your fingers but is 100% fangirling and freaking out in his head over it.

Soft Sylus who gives you the best princess treatment out of all of the boys ever. You’re his girl and he’s gonna treat you like it.

Bonus:

Soft Sylus who comes home smiling after an evening out with you and gives Luke and Kieran a generous bonus for being such great wingmen.

[catbolt]

— SYLUS HEADCANONS

random assorted hcs for my man (fluff, 18+)

would be really into sending you sweaty post-gym bathroom mirror selfies

he thinks it's hot watching you put makeup on and so likes to watch you get ready to go out even if he's not coming with you. you get flustered a little with him just standing by your vanity in silence. "what, is it a crime to watch my beautiful girlfriend get ready for her girls night? then take me to jail. i'll just break out again."

ALWAYS has his hand on the small of your back if you're going literally anywhere it's like an unconscious habit

wears glasses for working or reading but keeps misplacing them so he has like 20 pairs floating around the house at any given time

would be excited when you get your nails done and always wants to help you pick a color/nail art design

very into pet names, always calls you "little dove, little bird, my dove, my flower, honey" etc.

is really bad at putting in contact lenses (dont ask me why i think this but i just know he has to use two hands and then drops them in the sink half the time)

he's a biter during sex and aftercare is kissing and licking every bite (it's the dragon talking)

he def has a size kink and likes being bigger than you. he would so pick you up to get stuff off the top shelf even when he could get it himself just because he likes picking you up

he says "honey i'm home" when he gets home bc he's corny like that

god at parallel parking

sings in the shower so loudly that it's audible throughout half the mansion

would be an audiophile/into really expensive headphones and speaker setups and would make you test out all his different headphones to try and find the most optimal setup for his music. "what do you mean moving the speaker two inches to the right doesn't make any difference, sweetheart? are your ears working correctly?"

sleeptalks about business when he's stressed which is always how you can tell if he's more stressed out than he's letting on

doesn't use instagram except to send you cat videos

always feeds you bites of his food off his fork to try anytime you're out at a restaurants

part 2!

[yizhouism]

— bf!caleb headcanons;

trust that this man will not leave you alone. you want space? "sure," he says while taking one step away from you

he is LOCKED in and he will not let you go, i fear. should have ran away when you had the chance, when he was still willing to let you go... because now that's he's had you? yeah... sorry but it's till death with him! beyond that even (wink wink)

you can't stand him anymore? he'll tell you to sit on his face

you're tired of him? "no, you're not pipsqueak! you just need a nap"

always pulls the "sorry, my gf said i can't go card". like, it's to the point that everyone thinks you're an overprotective and controlling gf

you're not! he's the problem!!! he's the obsessed one!!!

time and time again you've told him to hang out with his friends more but noooooo, why would he want to spend his friday nights getting wasted with his friends when he can spend the night cuddling with you? do you not care about him anymore? do you want other girls to flirt with him at the bar? he's going to spend the whole night wishing he was in your arms anyway so don't make him go. pretty please? *cue the puppy dog eyes*

caleb clings to you like a koala. he's not just velcroed to you—he's superglued to you

a hand on your waist, playing with your fingers, squeezing your thigh, gently kicking your feet with his, his head on your shoulder, his head on your lap, backhugs whenever you're both standing, his fingers playing with your hair, a kiss to your shoulders, your cheeks, the back of your hand

speaking of physical affection, he likes to bite you! not in a possessive way (contrary to popular belief), he just has a severe case of gigil (cuteness aggression) whenever it comes to you

it's neverending and the most endearing part is that he doesn't even realize that he does it 🥹

but he will ease up if you ever express discomfort. after all, this man's first priority is your comfort and safety

he sees you pouting and not only does he want to kiss your lips but he also wants to munch on your cheeks. they're just so cute all puffed up like that, so can you really blame him?

caleb who can't help but notice how much of your stuff is themed around apples and planes—all reminders of him

when he finally noticed just how much you look for him in every aspect of your life, his heart just melted into a puddle. caleb is the type who always needs to feel needed, so to know that you need his presence to the point that most of your things are a testament to his being? yeah... he's a goner. he's never felt so loved before? god knows you're in for a long night of him worshipping you 🤞

the fighter plane keychain that hangs from your bag? your apple-themsd kitchenware? the map of skyhaven that decorates the wall above your couch? your apple-themed accessories—all of it makes him giddy

"you're love me a lot, don't ya pips?" he says teasingly, only for you to reply with a quiet but certain "i do"

it's so certain and so sure, and your eyes are looking at him with so much adoration, as if he painted the stars in the sky himself—it's just too much for his poor heart to handle that he finds himself hiding his face in the crook of your neck

caleb is not shy about letting people know he's taken. i mean... he wears the necklace you got him like a collar so ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

he wears your apple-themed hair ties around his wrist (this is canon! see: longtime yesterday)

the type to always find a way to mention his girlfriend no matter what the topic of the conversation is

"you know, my girlfriend—" "we get it caleb, shut up!"

also always has a spare sanitary napkin or tampon on him. anything you might need, he has on him

if y'all started dating in highschool, i feel like he'd also be the type to order extra sets of his sports jerseys just to gift to you

nothing gets him going like seeing "xia, 05" plastered all over your back (caleb was player no. 5 in his highschool basketball team)

the type to run to you after every game and scoop you up in a big hug despite being all sweaty

"ugh, caleb, you're sweaty!" "oh hush, i know you love it, pips."

aaaand, he's not wrong 😞 there's just something so endearing to you about being the first person he runs to after every big win—like you're the prize instead of the trophy they just won

and to him, you are. you're the best prize—the best thing, best person in his life

[natimiles]

@valkyyriia

Stalker Rafayel (but it's not what you expect, and also you're oblivious)

Just a word before this: These are all SFW things. Nothing graphic. This isn't how I perceive Rafayel at all, but there's a little more info at the end as to why I wrote this.

Stalker Rafayel who is obsessed with you while you're in college and begins learning your schedule. He never shows himself but he's always there in the background watching you and sometimes sketching you in his sketchbook.

Stalker Rafayel who decides one day to break into your dorm room and his first thought it "Damn bitch, you really live like this?" and begins cleaning. You come to your dorm room later and see everything is spotless and put in place and you just think "Oh wow, the college must have someone who cleans the dorms before showings. Weird but okay I guess, at least it's clean?"

Stalker Rafayel who notices most of the time you are eating cup of noodle or cheaper foods to make ends meet. He begins stocking your fridge with actual foods. You see this and you're like "I don't recall going grocery shopping but also I've spent the past three days studying and don't remember much so I must have."

Stalker Rafayel who sees you graduate college and leaves you a graduation bouquet but it's filled with money as well as paid vouchers to several spas because he realizes you haven't been taking care of yourself at all.

Stalker Rafayel who continues breaking into your new apartment to clean and leaves cash in your clothes pockets and on the counter. You don't remember where the money came from but it's just chilling in random places so you must've put it there at some point, right? Also hey, free pocket money!

Stalker Rafayel who stole your phone at night and put a tracker app on it so he can see where you are. He also installed a tracker on your motorcycle so he can see how fast it's going and if you're speeding or being reckless he can manually make the bike go slower.

Stalker Rafayel who was the one who told the kid to ask you to catch the fish, just so he'd have an excuse to be suave and catch it for you. When he walks away he's mentally patting himself on the back for having such an amazing plan.

Stalker Rafayel who knew you were going to be going to Mo Studio and had the door unlocked already for you. He was planning on making a good impression for your first actual meeting but fell off his perch instead because he was so nervous. He had legit had 20 mental scenarios on how he'd introduce himself properly and it all fell apart and he's legit laying in bed for a week thinking about it over and over again.

Stalker Rafayel who is happy he employed you as his bodyguard so now he has an excuse to just send you money whenever he wants instead of having to sneak it into your apartment (he still does it though because he's worried).

Stalker Rafayel who notices you haven't been getting much rest or breaks from work. He invites you out for dinner saying he needs some protection while he eats. He slips something into your drink while you're not looking. It's nothing that would actually harm you, but it does give you a headache bad enough that you have to call out of work the next day and get some proper rest.

Stalker Rafayel who is always checking your work schedule and any free day you have or whenever you have enough vacation time is telling you he needs to travel and is bringing you along. He's taking you to all inclusive vacation spots and dragging you to the spa and every other form of self care so when you go back to work you're fresh.

Stalker Rafayel who follows you around while you're working and is secretly taking out any wanderers or issues so you don't have to worry about it.

Stalker Rafayel who is fine with other people getting close to you, but the moment he notices you're uncomfortable in a situation is suddenly stepping in. He's fine with other people perceiving him as the villain who doesn't like people touching 'what's his' as long as you're comfortable it's all he cares about.

Stalker Rafayel who eventually gets you to agree to dating him, and is then inviting you to live with him just so he can make sure you're taken care of. If you decline then he's just going to find every excuse to have you stay the night until you're practically living with him.

Anyways...I feel like a lot of people write yandere stalker versions of the guys and they always do the same type. There's other ways to write yandere, this is just one of them. Enjoy to anyone who likes stalker content.

[militaryapple]

fratboy caleb hcs!

warning ; nsfw, dubcon, drugging & stalking!

— had this sitting in my drafts since i first STARTED this account, time to get my dead dove drabbles/hc’s out there hehe! yall don’t jump me depending on how this goes i’ll make a blog dedicated to darker fics

fratboy caleb who noticed you at one of his parties. you were pretty, so he just had to keep an eye out on you. he even took the burden of getting to know you off his shoulder by asking around about you, of course he wouldn’t make the first move tonight silly!

fratboy caleb who watches you from your classes. he was a frat, of course he was allowed access to anywhere he wanted to be? he knew a girl in every class, luckily they all sat near you. yet he had to put up with obnoxious comments of why he wasn’t paying attention to them, or why he hasn’t seen them since the party. of course it was because he was focused on you!

fratboy caleb who figures out you have a boyfriend. he’s not in any of the pledges, and he’s definitely not a brother. he watches your boyfriend carefully, snapping a photo of your boyfriend and some random girl together. what were they doing? caleb doesn’t know! he was just walking through the park when he just so happened to see them both cuddled up, you two were arguing? how convenient is this? you should dump him.

fratboy caleb who uses your breakup as a leverage for you to depend on him. you’re happy? without him? you’re heartbroken, you don’t understand what you’re feeling. you miss your ex? does caleb have to forge find photos of your ex cheating on you? you want to go out? without caleb? how silly! you can’t go out by yourself, you need big strong caleb to protect you, you’re too stupid to be alone.

fratboy caleb who gets you to go to one of his parties, spiking one of your drinks and watch you descend into madness. watching you stumble around, looking for him because he was right, you’re too stupid to be alone :(

fratboy caleb who finds you and takes you up the stairs to his room, kissing your cheek and your neck as you giggle. “is this okay? do you like when i touch you here?” he asks, watching you nod in approval. so what you were drunk? you knew him, and you still said yes, so there’s no issue right?

fratboy caleb who realizes that he can drop his load in you whenever! just get you a little fucked up and your his! of course he wouldn’t let anyone else even near you when your intoxicated, or near you in general. plus, you never really remember parties when you’re with caleb — you brush it off as having fun while he gets to drain his balls! win win!

fratboy caleb that has you under control. he wouldn’t claim you as his girlfriend, but he wouldn’t let anyone even attempt to get close; why? because when you’re ready to tell him you love him there won’t be any complications!