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excusemyobsessions · 6 months ago

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A Silent Poem

Zayne x MC/You

Genre: Smut, One Shot, Afab reader POV Word count: 4700 words

Little note: This is basically a transcript of the A Silent Poem audio, filled out with what I imagine is happening all throughout plus a little extra bit. That audio altered my brain chemistry and I really needed to get this out of my system because it was all I could think about. (Not sure if you can listen to the audio while you read it but if you try it, let me know!) Tags below!

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, sensual(?) massage, dry humping, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names (baby/babe/honey/my love)

(Also posted on AO3)

Minors please do not interact.

You didn’t hear Zayne come in, nor into the house nor the bedroom.

Originally, you’d intended to wait for him, especially since you were at his house. However, exhaustion had taken over and you’d found yourself dozing off on his office chair.

After a text from him apologizing and saying he’d be home late, you’d given up all together and slipped off into bed, telling yourself you’d spend time with him in the morning. Maybe you’d make him cook breakfast.

It wasn’t all that bad, in fact. The pillow smelled like his shampoo and you found that quite soothing.

You fell into quite the sound sleep, only to be disturbed by the sink of the mattress when the weight of another body was added, and the feel of gentle lips against yours.

You stirred then.

“My apologies. Did I wake you up?”

Zayne’s hushed voice gently reached your ears and you forced open your eyes, blinking them a few times. He was smiling at you, lying next to you still in his work clothes, head propped up on his hand.

“You’re home,” you mumbled, shifting your position just a little, to face him.

“Yes, it’s been hectic at the hospital as of late. Every night I had to return home in the middle of the night…” he explained calmly, watching you get closer. “You were sleeping so peacefully. I couldn't resist the urge to kiss you.”

Over the covers, Zayne slipped an arm around you, resting his head on your pillow, his face barely a few inches away from yours. When he sighed, you could feel the warmth of his breath against your cheeks. He smelled of mints, his woodsy cologne and a faint scent of disinfectant, so characteristic after his long shifts at the hospital.

“Aren’t you tired? Go shower,” you whispered, one hand reaching out to rest against his chest.

“Let me hold you for a bit. This helps me chase away my exhaustion,” he responded.

He clearly had no intention to move for a while.

Backlit by the gentle glow of the moon coming in through the open blinds, you could see the outline of Zayne’s broad shoulders. The tension in the muscles after a long day of work.

You moved your hand higher, letting your fingers run over the line of this shoulder, up to rest on the side of his neck. You felt sorry for him, for the long hours, for how he was so busy he barely had time to relax. Such was his life, and you knew that from the start. But you couldn’t help wanting to provide a gentle place where he could relax, a warm embrace where he could rest.

“We should relax more,” you whispered out your thoughts, your fingers hooking around the nape of his neck.

The gentlest chuckle rumbled from his chest.

“We should relax more?” he repeated back, voice laced with mirth. “But how exactly… will you help me relax?”

There it was, the shift in his tone, the underlying challenge. You knew exactly where his mind had gone, yours too was directed down that same path along with his. Yet, you couldn’t help but want to mess with him just a little bit. Take away his tension before anything else.

You slipped out of the covers, hands hooking around his shoulders to push him down in the process, staying on your knees right next to him.

“You…” he let out in surprise.

The moonlight shone on his handsome features and you could see the raise of his eyebrows, the slight widening of his eyes looking straight up into yours. You gave him no time to react as your hands made quick work of the buttons of his shirt, and soon you were helping him out of it, tossing it away in whichever direction.

You realized he was holding his breath when you finally laid your hands on his bare skin. You let your fingers hook around his shoulders, digging in your palms with just the right amount of pressure to hear Zayne let out the air trapped inside his lungs along with an appreciative hum.

“I think you need a massage, your shoulders are too tense,” you told him, your voice laced with mirth.

You dug in a few more times, working your fingers along the muscles of his shoulders, from their very edge all the way to his neck. He responded to your touch with soft, appreciative hums, his hot breathing so very audible, laced with little sighs.

“Mmm… Massage, I see…” he whispered. “I thought…”

Oh, you were aware of his thoughts.

“What?” You blinked, feigning an amount of innocence you did not possess.

You could see the sudden embarrassment wash down on him. He averted his gaze, very lightly clearing his throat.

“Ahem, never mind,” he answered.

You continued massaging along his shoulders and when you made motion to move on to his neck, Zayne lifted his head for you, letting your fingers slip around the back of his neck. You hit a very specific spot at the nape and he responded scrumptiously, with an open mouthed gasp, followed by a shuddering breath.

“My eyes aren't as tired as they were before, and my neck and shoulders feel so much better,” he mumbled, clearly lost in the feel of your hands.

You could feel one of his hands come up to rest on your thigh, the comfortable warmth and weight of it through the fabric of your pajama pants.

You adjusted your position, when your legs began to feel a little dormant from the way they were bent under you. Zayne noticed, his fingers running over your thigh ever so lightly.

“Just sit on me. It'll be easier for you,” he whispered, most deliciously.

Butterflies took off in your stomach and you could feel your breath hitch in your throat. As thoughtful as it sounded, he knew exactly what he was doing with how he lowered his voice just like that. And your body responded instantly. Like he knew just what string to pluck to drag out the most beautiful melodies.

Holding on to his shoulders, you got on your knees again and swung one leg over him, stradling Zayne’s hips. When you put down your weight on him, the delighted hum that rumbled from his chest resonated deep within you. With your legs wide open you were very much aware of your own arousal, of how wet you already were. And he was very much aroused too, you could feel the outline of his length against you, through the fabric of both your clothes.

He leaned up just a little, fitting his head right next to yours, temple to temple.

“I feel much better already,” he purred in your ear.

You had to suppress a little whimper that almost let itself loose. But he was keen on pushing you further.

“It's more effective than the strongest, most soothing medicine in the world,” he told you.

His hands moved up to circle around the back of your knees, fingers running all the way up the back of your thighs and outlining your buttcheeks. You couldn’t help the way your breath trembled out through your lips. His hands stopped at your hips.

“Your lips are dry,” he noted, “Do you want some water?”

What you desperately wanted was a caesura, a moment to collect your already fleeting thoughts.

“Will you give it to me?” you mumbled, unsure where that request came from.

Zayne chuckled, a soft and low rumble.

“You haven't learned to drink it on your own yet?” He teased you.

However, his hands did move away, onto the mattress to prop himself up, making you slip just a bit further down, straight onto his lap. No sound left him but you could see how his eyes fluttered for a fleeting moment at the shifting of position.

You watched him as he reached for the jar of water at the bedside table and poured it into a cup. Cup half full in hand, he turned back towards you.

“Here.”

With his free hand, he lifted up your chin a little bit, and led the cup to your lips. He tilted it carefully, aiding you as you took a sip of the cold water, basking in how it slid down your throat. His eyes were focused on your lips and you could feel the blood quickly rushing to your face at how attentive and intense they were.

“Steady now…” he told you when in your bashfulness you forgot how to function.

The hand that was on your chin shifted to fully grip it, between his index finger and thumb, gentle but firm, tilting your head in the right direction so the water wouldn’t spill.

But it did anyway and he chuckled.

“Don't rush, it's spilling out.”

Was he aware of what he was doing to you with that hushed tone and his firm grip? It felt so obscene you wanted to melt right there and then.

He caught part of the water that dripped down your chin with his thumb but it still dribbled down your throat.

He turned to set down the cup and you wanted to whimper at the sudden distance, as if you weren’t still very much seated on his hard dick.

“It’s a mess now, look,” you noted, lifting a hand to push your loose hair away from your wet skin.

“All right, I'll help you clean up,” he responded, turning back to you.

Big hands came up to cup your cheeks, his thumbs caressing the skin right under your eyes when your eyelids fluttered close. The lips that met yours were soft and gentle, the kiss was warm, dragged out. First he kissed your lips then your chin, right where the water had dripped down.

“Is this what you wanted?” He teased you.

Oh, but you’d had enough of his teasing.

You pressed your hands against his shoulders and pushed him down onto the mattress again, following the motion, keeping the distance between you. Well, in fact, you closed it further, stealing a kiss from his lips.

“I knew it… You want to do this… to me again…”

His words were interrupted by your assault, kiss after kiss stolen from his lips to which he responded gently. He held your face in place and kept you there, mouth on his mouth, breathy kisses disrupting the silence.

“You’re… taking advantage… of the situation…” you accused him, arms circling his neck.

“What do you mean… I'm taking… advantage… of the situation?” he responded, feigning an innocence he too did not possess.

What a silly thing this was, accusations and defences being let out between kisses. You couldn’t help but smile into his kisses, fingers slipping into his hair, holding him in place, against your lips.

“Aren’t we just… helping each other relax?” he reminded, still part of his defence.

Oh, but he was far from innocent. Especially with how his hands began a slow travel down your shoulders and shoulder blades, continuing further down your sides. One of his legs also lifted, knee bent, his thigh causing you to slip just a little, right onto his hard-on. He let out a shuddering breath.

“You were… helping me clean up…” you observed, letting your hands slip away from his neck, further down to rest on his chest.

It took him a few heartbeats to answer. Clearly, the weight on his lap was making it as difficult for him to think as his cock pressed up to your wet core and his hands exploring down your hips.

“Well…” He paused for a kiss. “It's clean now.”

It was said in such a matter-of-fact way that you couldn’t help but want to punish him for so much teasing. You parted your legs just a little further, adding just a little more pressure onto his lap and he responded with a long, drawn out sigh. The hand that was tracing down the contour of your ass suddenly groped at the very junction between thigh and ass and you let out the most undignified little yelp.

“...Sorry, did I hurt you?” he asked, so very gently, alarmed.

“I… was just surprised.”

The alarm in his eyes gave away to this softness that seemed to be reserved just for you. His hands moved back to your waist, a gentle but firm grip.

“It's been a long time since we last saw each other… I missed you,” he confessed in the most earnest way, so candid under the dim lights.

The moonlight traced the contours of his face, made his eyes glow in just the most beautiful way. You could see the love in them, the raw need for you.

He was being so honest, so unreserved. The butterflies in your stomach would not settle down. That or the heat between your legs.

You pushed yourself up with your hands which rested at his chest and grounded your knees. He’d lined up your hips just right with the earlier shifting of his leg so all you had to do was grind down against him. A long, slow movement, dragging your wet core over his length. You basked in how he shuddered and his breath hitched.

“Does this also need to relax?”

There was a little smile on his face. You wanted to tear away his ability to tease you, to turn him into a little puddle of incoherent thoughts.

You ground down your hips again. The friction was delightful.

“You look so tired, I want to help you,” you told him.

You lowered your upper body again, closing the distance, barely a few inches away from his lips.

“Of course. I understand you only want to help me feel less fatigued,” he whispered, eyes glued to your mouth.

Ah, yes, that was exactly what you wanted. His eyelids slowly drooping in each movement of your hips, his breath growing heavier, the sweet sounds he couldn’t contain. His darling hums and little grunts mingled with your own little sounds, the little hums you couldn’t hide, the occasional quiet moan when you angled your hips just right. You could feel your underwear stuck to your drenched pussy.

“Different muscle groups call for specific massage techniques… Sometimes… Being skillful is what really makes a difference,” he was mumbling incoherently now, and you weren’t really sure he was aware of what he was saying.

It was awfully cute.

When he leaned up, you eagerly accepted the kiss he planted on your lips and leaned further down to deepen it. He breathed heavily against your mouth and moaned into it and suddenly your head was spinning. It was his hot kisses and the friction and how his hands couldn’t stay still and how they slipped under your shirt, feeling up every inch of skin.

“I think it's… getting more tense now,” he confessed, between a kiss.

Indeed it was. He was harder, that was for sure. You could feel it through the fabric. You wanted to feel it without it.

You moved your hands down to unbutton his pants, never stopping the rhythmic movements of your hips, so consumed by how he responded so beautifully.

“Perhaps… you could add a little more pressure?” he requested in such a small, hesitant voice.

You couldn’t help biting your lower lip, watching that sheepish look in his eyes as he gazed at you.

“Oh, honey,” you breathed out.

You finally pulled down his pants and let out his hard cock. Truth be told, there wasn’t an inch of this man that wasn’t beautiful. The same could be said about his cock, firm, heavy, with a hint of precum already glowing on the head. You took it in your hands and pressed it down against his stomach, perfectly lined right between your folds which were unfortunately still covered up by your clothes. But it didn’t matter because you saw his eyes roll back when you ground down your hips against his cock again, now with far less layers between you two.

One of his hands flew up, hooked around the nape of your neck and pulled you down against his mouth. The kiss was far more urgent this time, his grip harder, more desperate for contact, security. His tongue was in your mouth and you could taste the mint clearly now.

Suddenly, he took hold of your hips and tossed you down onto the mattress, rolling over and kicking off his pants and underwear in between. You loosely slipped your arms around his neck. He was shaking in your embrace, still lodged between your thighs.

When his eyes met yours, he broke into a gentle smile, accompanied by a soft chuckle.

“I wonder… How long were you planning to pull this stunt on me?” he mused, clearly amused.

You grinned, quite proud of your endeavor and the reaction you had earned from him.

“I just… really missed you,” you confessed, capturing a strand of his dark hair between your fingers and giving it a little twirl. “Did you miss me?”

Zayne was busy dragging off your pants and underwear. You heard the dry sound they made, falling on the floor somewhere in his room.

“Yes, of course. I missed you too,” he responded earnestly.

His eyes and hands slid down your body, fingers soon busy pushing up your shirt so he could freely run them down the extent of your now exposed skin.

He was earnest, but far too distracted for your taste.

“How much did you miss me?” you whispered, right in his ear.

“How much?” he repeated, a little surprised.

His eyes returned to yours and he seemed to quickly catch up on the underlying impatience behind your words. There was a sudden hint of amusement in his fiery gaze.

One of his arms came down to circle your waist, supporting his weight and lifting up your hips just a little. His other hand continued further down to wrap around his length and angle it correctly. Holding his cock, he gently rubbed its head right up against your hard clit, easily teasing you, sliding it back and forth a few times because of how wet you were. It stole a precious little moan from you, one hand flying up to your lips. He chuckled.

“From another perspective, I suppose I'm also your special dose of medicine,” he whispered.

He dragged his cock further down and slowly thrust it forward, inch by inch into you, lowly humming his appreciation, eyelids fluttering. He didn’t quite go all the way in, just halfway. It was enough to have you arching up into him, holding back a moan by biting your lower lip.

“Rest in my embrace… Just like this…” he whispered into your ear, nuzzling your earlobe.

He shifted a little, just to slip his other arm around you, encasing you in his warm embrace, so utterly connected even your hearts were beating to the same rhythm, to the same cadence.

“Now…” he began, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. “Let me tell you…” Another kiss. “How much I missed you when we couldn't see each other.”

Zayne hummed into another kiss, slowly pulling back his hips then pushing them forward again, burying himself in you just a little further. And then he did it again, the same slow motion, pulling back and then pushing in again. He kept your mouth busy, kissing you deeply, any sound you made melting on his tongue.

“Relax,” he told you.

His hand caressed your hip which indeed seemed to be more tense each thrust of his hips. You gripped onto his neck tighter, seeking more contact and he tightened his grip on you. You could feel the weight of his body on you, constricting yet soothing.

He rolled his hips back and buried himself deeper in your drenched hole. The sudden and overwhelming sense of fullness, made you shudder and whimper into his mouth.

“I'm sorry,” he responded instantly, pressing an apologetic kiss to the corner of your mouth, “I didn't mean to hurt you.”

He dragged his hips back, and you found yourself shaking, whining at the loss.

Zayne himself seemed a little lost, sheepish, pressing yet another kiss now to your cheek.

“Does it still hurt?” He was just so genuinely concerned, stealing a quick kiss from your lips.

You wanted to reply but soon he was angling his hips differently yet the result was the same when he thrust back into you. You were just so full of him. Your breath hitched, fingers digging into his shoulder blades.

“What about this?” A hot kiss. “Do you feel better now?” Another hot kiss.

This man was just so careful, so attentive. He wanted to make sure you were comfortable no matter what yet he was clearly frantic, unable to stop his hips from rolling back and thrusting back in, clearly so lost in the feeling of you.

“Or… do you want to change positions?” he asked, attentive eyes scrutinizing every little reaction from you.

You were overwhelmed, by his questions, by the feeling of him. You needed more and he was being so slow, so careful.

“Babe, just do it and stop asking questions,” you snapped, gripping his hair to make him stop and look at you.

You saw the very clear shock of your reaction flash across his features even in the dark. How he blinked, how his mouth was slightly agape. He was dumbfounded for a few heartbeats and then his lips curved into a smile. Amusement flashed in his eyes yet again.

“What do you mean… ‘just do it and stop asking questions’...” he repeated, the grin very clear in his voice.

You opened your mouth to speak, attempting a response but all that came out was a “Just- hmmm… ah…”

Zayne rolled back his hips and thrust deep into you and all coherent thought shattered into little pieces. And he had the audacity to keep teasing you while keeping that delicious pace, his scorching cock slipping almost out then fully back into you, the most obscene wet sounds coming from where your bodies were connected.

“Didn't you ask me how much I missed you?” he purred.

He captured your lips again and drank up all the sweet sounds you made. He seemed quite lost in it too, his tongue dancing with yours, his hips relentless. He pulled away from your lips after a bit.

“So much time has passed, no? Don't you want me to say something?”

He was fully into this whole teasing mode. From the way he rolled his hips to the way his voice was coated in honey which dripped with every word.

The duvet was bunched up right next to you so reached out to hide your face with a corner of it. It also muffled a moan which slipped through your lips.

“I swear…” you threatened, really not threatening at all with how your body shuddered when he plunged back in.

“...Tired already? You want to sleep?”

He deliberately dropped his voice. It resonated within you just like it had earlier and made you tense up. You could feel your walls squeeze his cock and he shuddered on top of you. He shifted his position and you heard his breath right next to your ear.

“We're not done here. Quitting halfway isn't something I would do.”

You could hear the smile in his voice.

“The night is still young. We have plenty of time to learn from each other.”

Zayne was right. When you two got tangled it felt like a new experience every time. A learning curve. A trial and error. Every time you'd find new keys to press, new strings to pluck. You’d learn how his body was in fact quite sensitive, how his hands were gentle but firm, how they were in fact quite talented. And everytime he’d learn new ways to make you squirm, to make you blush and to make you wet.

A big hand came to drag the duvet away and his lips captured yours, urgently. Like he was trying to communicate something words simply could not. He pressed his forehead against yours, eyes locking onto yours, burning with unspoken desire, unresting tenderness.

“Let me hear your voice,” he pleaded.

He rolled his hips in deep and drank up the moan that fell from your lips straight onto his tongue. He shuddered above you, tensed shoulders, arms gripping you tighter.

He was done teasing.

Every moan that slipped through your lips added flame to the fire, and had him grow more restless, more desperate, the thrusts of his hips more erratic.

“Right now, just like this,” he mumbled, coherent thought seemingly slipping through his fingers yet again.

He kissed you, deep, teeth clashing, his tongue exploring your mouth as if to taste you, like he could suddenly forget what your lips felt like, what your mouth tasted like.

“Say my name…” he breathed out.

He was begging for it, as if his name on your tongue was all he ever wanted to hear, all he ever needed.

“Zayne… baby… ahh…”

He moaned against your mouth, thrusting harder into you, burying himself in so deep your back arched and your head fell back, giving him full access to your neck. And he buried his face right up against your throat, planting open-mouthed kisses over it, suckling at the skin, breathing heavily against you.

He picked up his pace, the most filthy squelching sounds echoing throughout the room, mingled with his grunts and heavy breath and your unhinged moans which you could no longer control.

You slipped your arms around his neck again and held onto him tight, fingers dug into his shoulders, needing support and contact and to feel the wild beating of his heart right up against yours.

“Zayne, baby, don’t-don’t stop,” you begged of him.

Your hips lifted to meet his thrusts again and again and Zayne moaned deliciously onto your skin. He moved his head again, to suck at your earlobe now, his fingers dug into your hips.

“You feel so good, my love, so so good…” he mumbled into your ear.

You deliberately squeezed his cock when he pushed it back in and he shuddered in such a way that had you moan ridiculously against his shoulder.

You were just so lost in each other, nothing else mattered.

Zayne was shaking above you but so were you, his thrusts slowing down just a little so he could savor the feeling of slipping his cock deep into your hot pussy, the heat just so dizzying, so addicting.

“I’m close,” he breathed out into your ear.

“Come for me, baby, I want… I want to feel you… I’m close too,” you told him.

Zayne moaned. He ground his hips in so deep it was almost overwhelming again. Yet, you tightened your grip and held him there, meeting his thrusts to encourage him.

He pulled back just enough to capture your lips once more. He rocked his hips slow but deep, hard enough to make you sure you were going to be sore the next day. But it didn’t matter. He moaned against your mouth, sloppy kisses replacing tender words, hot and breathy.

And he pushed into you again and again until he was holding onto you like a lifeline, rolling his hips yet again to bury his cock deep inside, the loud squelching sound and his breathy moan sending you over the edge.

Zayne’s head fell on your chest while yours dropped back onto the mattress, back arched as he filled you up to the brim, riding out his height along with yours.

When both of you came down from heaven, Zayne could no longer hold himself up. He crashed down onto you, both of you panting, and sweaty. You moved your hand to run your fingers through his damp hair and he hummed against your chest, exhausted, glowing in content, satiated.

“I love you,” you whispered down to him.

He shifted, turning his head so he could look up at you, eyelids clearly far too heavy on his bleary eyes.

“I love you, too” he whispered back, with the most tender smile on his features.

One of his hands moved up to slip into yours, fingers tangling with your own. With your free hand you pulled the covers over you two, bending your neck to press a kiss to his forehead.

The shower could wait.

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the-violet-diaries · 1 month ago

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The Morning After You've Taken Your Life x the LaDs Boys

warnings: angst, over dosage, suicidal topics

a/n: I'm going through an extremely difficult time right now. It feels like life has come to a full halt and I've found myself in an empty spot, having unconsciously strayed from the path a long while ago. If you are also drowning in life as if stranded in dangerous waters right now, please know that although you may feel alone in your household or life, but definitely not in the entire world. As much as we all wish it was, escaping is not a permanent solution, and it will never be. You, me, we will all someday look back on this day and realize we have become the version of ourselves we yearned to become most. I feel you. So on behalf of all the boys,

Please do not leave. You are not a burden. You are not alone.

I would suggest reading them in order: Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb

The last of the rough stone-like pills are pushed down your throat. And it's over. Done. You're gone. Once again.

And this time, for good.

Caleb's head hurts. It's been hurting since last afternoon, to be exact, around the time when he returned from a long flight mission. He's been working in his office since then.

He hasn't had a headache like this in an awefully long, long time.

But it's weird. The last time his head hurt this bad was back in second grade, when you had gotten beaten up by bullies. Too tempted by the idea of going out with his own friends after school ended, he had completely forgotten about you and left with them for the park, leaving you to walk home alone on your own. But about thirty minutes into playing basketball with his mates, a searing pain had taken over the entire right side of his skull. When it wouldn't go away even after borrowing a friend's icepack, Caleb had ran home, only to bump into a group of stubby-looking boys from your class cornering you against the wall of a neighbor's house along the way. Oh, had they gotten what they deserved that day, and never came within a 3 feet radius of you again.

He still remembers the relief that flooded your fearful eyes as they instantly widened at the sight of him, that stupid, lopsided grin plastered across your dirtied face when he carried you home, that weak yet grateful voice that whispered a soft "you came" into his ear as he stepped into the front door. The bathroom door closing on the painfully delicate smile ghosting your lips as Gran took you in for a bath. Like you were just waiting for him to show up any second, as you were pushed by the wretched hands of those boys, as you stumbled backwards, as your back slammed into the brick wall behind you. Like you knew your Gege would never let you down.

The strong ache that had migrated from his cranium to his heart, piercing it with thorns of guilt, deeper than ever before. As if it had been a reminder to always put his pipsqueak first.

As if it had been a sign, an indication, an alarm to tell him that something wasn't right. That you were in trouble.

As he absent-mindedly shuffles through the USB sticks in his cabinet, Caleb can't seem to shake the thought from his mind. Finally giving in to his anxiety, the colonel stuffs his hand into his left pocket, pulling his phone out. He finds your name at the top of his contacts and a subconscious smile instantly makes its way onto his face when your profile picture shows up. His eyes light up at the sight of you, dolled up in your favorite dress, the baby blue one with black straps. Gaze tenderly tracing your beautiful hands, held up in a V sign, and your gorgeous smile.

My, how quickly you've grown.

Opening your messages, Caleb types a quick text and sends it, watching the blue bubble show up on the screen.

hey, pipsqueak. have you eaten lunch? got a four hour break after my next mission. tell me about your day then! cant wait to hear ur voice ;)

Somewhat at ease, he sets the phone down, turning his attention back to the set of drawers. Now all he has to do is wait.

It's been thirty-five minutes.

Every moment passes at the speed of an hour. And the headache is only getting worse. Tossing and turning in his leather chair as he tries to focus on his work, Caleb is on the brink of insanity.

You're a hunter. You're busy and therefore take time replying to messages. He knows it. But this is a bit too much.

Unable to get a grasp on his own patience, Caleb lets out a low, defeated groan, finally letting his itching fingers grab the phone and open the text.

Left on Sent.

He can't take it any longer. Screw the upcoming mission.

Rising from his seat, Caleb stuffs the device into his pocket, then glances back up at his desk. His gaze falls on the mini portrait strip of the two of you that sits beside his pc, a classic yet chaotic duo trying out the wackiest props the photobooth had that day. Caleb picks up the faded polaroid and carefully tucks it into his front pocket, then grabs his coat and marches out of the office, headed towards the garage where his UAV aircraft is parked.

Linkon doesn't have many landing spots for air vehicles. However, luckily enough, one happens to be pretty close to your apartment. The roof of the nearby Akso Hospital where Zayne works, usually reserved for medical helicopters only. But no one refuses a man of such high authority, and Caleb has used Akso's landing for the past few years now whenever he comes home from Skyhaven to visit you.

As he makes his way down the staircase to the building's ground floor, Caleb is met with the usual hustle and bustle of the building, patients waiting in chairs or emerging from the narrow hallway with IV poles. Ignoring the chaotic atmosphere around him, Caleb weaves his way through the crowd towards the hospital entrance.

That's when he sees a familiar figure being carried in on a roller bed through the big double gates in the distance.

Caleb feels his heart stop. His legs move faster than his brain, carrying him to the entrance, to the commotion surrounding your unconscious body as it's brought in.

Caleb's mind reels violently. Maybe another mission accident? Just another minor scar clumsily obtained from fighting a wanderer in the most crazy ways known only to you, right? Just the usual, right?

Yet, as he looks down at your pale face, the searing pain on the right side of his skull flares up almost instantly at the sight, and Caleb knows he is mistaken. That he has once again, brought to life the greatest nightmare known to him. He has let you down. And this time, there is no cure.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

Oblivious of his reputation being thrown down the drain, tears start forming in Caleb's eyes as his feet stagger to follow the group of medics surrounding the bed into the hospital. Breath catching in his throat, he struggles to match the pace of the fast-moving doctors.

Reaching into his pocket to tenderly pull out the polaroid of the two of you with shaking hands, Caleb's eyes run over your bright smile, your twinkling eyes, your blushing cheeks through blurred vision. Then they look up at your form as you lay unmoving in bed, searching for even the slightest hint of resemblance. But your face no longer holds the same spark it once possessed. No, the joy and liveliness that once inhabited your fragile features are gone, having been ripped away from you by the the cruel claws of reality. The crumpled photo falls from between his trembling fingers.

No. They have ripped you away from him.

How he wishes he could go back into the tear-streaked picture, be by your side again, bid you a proper goodbye. See you in your happiness one last time.

Oh, how he wishes.

But he is now forced to witness the last sight of you he will ever see, an agonizingly delicate, breakable, sight. As regret, despair, and self-hatred fog Caleb's senses, his eyes catch something on the bed with you.

Shoving his way through the people that surround you, Caleb pries open your tightly closed left hand that lays still at your side.

What he finds nestled deep into your palm leaves him fallen, stranded on the hospital floor.

As his tears fall onto the cold, tiled ground in an unbroken waterfall, Caleb struggles to hold his body up on all fours as a scene that will never leave his mind for the rest of his life plays itself over and over:

As they lay in your hand, held tight onto even after your death, the plastic container of the colorful pills that started it all.

Once again, if you are suffering, please do not end it. Though it may seem like it, it is not a permanent release. Trust me, I have been there and am still struggling. The boys would never wish this on you, either. So please. Please stay with us. Stay with me.

~ Vi

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angelnoe9 · 4 months ago

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Lost in the Unknown

You stepped into the hospital hallway, your footsteps echoing in the sterile silence. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting an eerie glow on the white-tiled floor. You had come to visit your friend, but something was off. The layout was unfamiliar, the corridors stretched unnaturally long, and no matter how many signs you passed, none led you in the right direction.

A chill crept up your spine. This wasn’t right.

Then—footsteps.

You turned a corner and nearly collided with someone. Strong hands caught your arms before you could stumble.

"Are you alr—" The man’s voice was sharp but cut off mid-sentence.

You looked up and froze.

Zayne.

His piercing hazel-green eyes locked onto you, his usual stoic expression wavering. He looked exactly as he did in the game—except this time, he was wearing a doctor’s coat, a stethoscope hanging loosely around his neck. But behind his usual cool indifference, something flickered—something raw.

Disbelief.

"No," he muttered under his breath. "This… isn't possible."

A strange weight settled over you, an eerie sense of déjà vu clawing at your mind. You shouldn’t be here. You knew that much. And from the way Zayne stared at you, he knew it too.

"Umm—this—" Your words faltered, your thoughts spiraling.

Zayne took a slow step closer, his sharp gaze studying you as if trying to confirm something impossible. His brows furrowed, his usual controlled demeanor cracking just slightly.

"You’re not supposed to be here."

The words sent a shiver through you. They sounded eerily familiar.

Your breath hitched. "I… don’t know how I got here."

He exhaled sharply, his gaze flickering around as if searching for an explanation. Then, in one swift motion, he grabbed your wrist—firm, but careful.

"Come with me. Now."

You hesitated, but something in his voice left no room for argument. So, you followed.

#lads x reader #love and deep space #loveanddeepspace #lads fanfic #lads zayne #lads mc #lads #love and deepspace fanfic #love and deepspace x reader #lnds #love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #lnds zayne #l&ds zayne #zayne x reader #zayne lads #li shen #rei #lee seoeon

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metalliconyx · 1 month ago

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"Don't look at me. Look at the target."

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ishaslife · 1 year ago

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girls, let's pray 🙏

#zayne #love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #rei #li shen #lee seoeon #lnds #lnds zayne #zayne lnds #zayne lads #zayne l&ds #zayne lnd #l&ds #lads #lads zayne #🙏🙏🙏#devs please let us have this card I beg you

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princessasmosprincess · 5 months ago

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This came perfectly on time for White Day and I'm absolutely in love with Zayne x Plus Size MC 🥺💕

Also it reminds me a little bit of one of my favorite Zayne cards, Secret Fairytale 💖

Art by @/sushwie_ on twt

#she looks just like me 🥺#look I shouldn't be suprised since I commissioned this from a skilled artist who got everything right but I'm new to this ok #love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #lads zayne #zayne x mc #zayne x plus size mc #self ship #self ship art #plus size mc #lads #zayne li #li shen #lee seoeon

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chimeralads · 1 month ago

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Cuteness Rush

Event Details (From The Official Facebook)

Adorable Moments

English - Simple Chinese - Traditional Chinese - Japanese - Korean

Photos

Chapters - Stuff - My Characters - Love Interests - Official Alternative Universe's - Events

#Love & Deepspace Memories Zayne #love and deepspace #lads #love & deepspace #l&ds #lnds #My Love and Deepspace stuff #Love & Deepspace Memories #zayne love and deepspace #Love and deepspace Zayne #li shen love and deepspace #Rei Love and Deepspace #Lee Seoeon Love and Deepspace #Divider By jiyascepter #Divider by @uzmacchiato #@uzmacchiato #lads zayne #lnds zayne #l&ds zayne

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supvoidchimera · 1 year ago

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Why Does Zayne have two english voices???

One voice is more gentle & soft the other is more…stoic???

I definitely prefer the gentle voice over the stoic one

#zayne love and deepspace #Love and deepspace Zayne #li shen love and deepspace #Rei Love and Deepspace #Lee Seoeon Love and Deepspace #My Love and Deepspace stuff #love and deepspace #lads #l&ds #lnds

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lara635kookie · 3 months ago

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I submitted for the photo context The Proposal (2009) adapted movie poster but The Notebook (2004) adapted movie poster was my second option and I decided to post anyway because while it's not as good as the other, it still came out well. Not perfect because it was the first one I made, but alright

Vote for me here (if you want):

https://www.tumblr.com/lara635kookie/781452993595949056?source=share

(I don't even know if this link works but anyway)

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hananoami · 1 year ago

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We're back to doing the summoning ritual bc Astra knows we're really going need it before August 7th...

#love and deepspace #misty invasion #xavier #zayne #rafayel #sylus #seiya #rei #homura #shin #shen xinghui #li shen #qi yu #qin che #shim seonghun #lee seoeon #giwook #jinwoon #on my knees waiting for this memory to come home

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excusemyobsessions · 6 months ago

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Did you have a bad dream?

Zayne x MC/You

Genre: Fluff, One Shot, Gender neutral reader POV Word count: 1800 words

Little note: I'm sure this has been done a million times before by other authors but I was suddenly assaulted by the image of soft Zayne comforting you after a nightmare so here we are. Enjoy? haha

Warnings: Description of a nightmare, pet names (honey), teeth-rotting fluff

(Also posted on AO3)

In the middle of the night, you stirred.

Heavy eyelids fluttered open.

Visions of angry, black ice shards still danced behind your eyes. You had to blink them a few times to be able to focus on the present. On the actual sight before you. The empty bed, your fingers which gripped the covers. You curled in on yourself even further, hugged the comforter tight to your chest, against your heart which beat wildly against your ribcage. Your eyebrows furrowed for a moment, forming a crease in between them.

You had not fallen asleep by yourself yet when you reached out, Zayne's side of the bed was cold.

Slowly, you pushed off the covers.

“Zayne?” you called in a tiny voice, drowsy from sleep, sitting up to search for your big snowman whose warmth had been peeled away from you.

You could swear you could still feel the grip of his frozen fingers which held on to your hand in desperation in your dream. As his frame was engulfed in black crystals, you'd kept holding his hand, frantically trying to resonate with him to no avail.

You watched it helplessly, unable to do anything as he was quickly cocooned within the grasp of that black plague. The last thing you saw were his eyes, those green orbs of the purest shade, haloed in gold; their shades of despair.

Your gaze went darting across the room, desperately searching for those green eyes which you could not find. Zayne wasn't in his room.

Once you got used to the darkness, you finally noticed the door was slightly open, a gentle yellow light shining through into the room.

There was a deep need inside your chest, this desperate tug. You had to see his face, had to hear his voice, the gentle, soothing sound of it. All you could hear in your mind was his screams of your name which your brain had conjured in your sleep.

You slipped out of bed and wrapped yourself up in the blanket which was draped over the bottom of the bed. Bare foot, you padded towards the light, out of the room and into Zayne's study room.

In his sleep attire, he sat on his office chair, typing away on his laptop, glasses perched on his nose. Work had clearly dragged him out of bed, a while ago it seemed because sleep had already left his eyes by now. You could tell he was tired by the way his shoulders curved and how his body was slightly hunched over.

Your hands gripped the corners of the blanket just a little tighter, standing at the very entrance of the room.

“Zayne?” you called again.

His head instantly turned towards you, a little acknowledging hum rumbling from his throat in response to your calling. Yet the second his eyes found yours, one hand lifted up to remove his glasses, laying them down on the desk as he turned in his chair towards you.

“What's wrong?” He asked, concern very clear in his deep voice. “I'm sorry, one of the nurses called. They needed an urgent report.”

As he explained the situation, his free hand lifted, outstretched towards you, beaconing you in.

“That's okay,” you told him, voice still very little, so very unlike you.

You stepped into the room, reaching out to take his hand, letting him pull you onto his lap.

His skin was warm against yours, a stark contrast of the cold you'd felt in your dream. As you sat down on his thighs, shoulder resting against his chest, you took that hand between both of yours, letting your fingers slip into the empty gaps between his fingers. And you kept it there, holding it tight, so tight it felt like your life depended on it.

“Did you have a bad dream?” he asked gently, alert eyes scrutinizing your features.

A little affirmative hum was all you mustered in response, nodding your head along with it.

His eyes were far too intense, so full of concern it was making you self-conscious. What a silly thing to be so choked up by a dream when you knew damn well it was just that; a dream.

You averted your gaze then, dragging his hand up to your lips, placing a kiss against a scarred knuckle, letting your nose rub against his skin, basking in its warmth.

“Oh, honey,” he breathed out.

His grip tightened around you, dragging your closer against his chest, and you slotted your head on the curve of his neck. His hand stayed within yours, pressed against your chest as you felt him drop a tender kiss on the top of your head.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he encouraged, mouth still against your head.

You turned your head to nuzzle your nose against his collarbone, trying your absolute best to swallow down that very clear knot which your vocal chords had tied themselves into. His free hand lifted up to cradle your head and he soon began to run his fingers soothingly through your hair, deftly untangling any knots.

“It was you… you were in danger and I couldn't help you,” you told him in a low voice, your own fingers subconsciously gripping onto his hand tighter.

You heard him hum, felt the rumbling of the sound against your temple. You let your eyes close, focusing on just that, the sounds you could hear so clearly at this distance. When he took in a breath, you could hear the air circle in his lungs and feel his warm breath against your hair.

“Hmm, that seems to be a recurring theme in your nightmares,” he mused.

You once again responded with a little hum.

Zayne was very warm. His body heat radiated from him, and engulfed you in its tender embrace.

The way you nuzzled his neck was almost desperate, frantic until you found just the curve to nestle your nose and hide your face, breathing in his soothing scent; his body wash, the natural scent of his skin, the warmth of the bed which still lingered on his sleep clothes.

The more you sank into him, the tighter he held you, a little shuddering breath escaping him.

“Hey,” he whispered, all the gentleness in his heart gathered in his voice. “I'm right here, I'm okay. We're okay,” he told you.

Everything about him was just so reassuring. From the way he moved his free hand to run up and down your back, to the way he seemed to hunch in on you, as if trying to wrap himself around you and protect you from the world.

Zayne really was your safe space, your shelter. No one else in this world could ever make you feel like this; like you belonged. He made you feel like you were there for a reason, like he wanted you there.

“There's no one else I'd trust myself to. Your dreams are just that, dreams. In real life, you're more than capable of keeping me safe,” he said.

His voice was low, words spoken against the top of your head. There wasn’t an ounce of his usual mirth, not even a touch of sarcasm. He was sincere, so candid it made your heart tremble in your chest.

You moved away from his neck and both of you straightened up to look at each other. You hadn’t let go of his hand yet and you had no intentions of doing so. He didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he’d started very gently running his thumb over your knuckle, slowly but surely alleviating the tightness of your grip.

His gaze was steady, locked in on yours. His eyes were gentle, two pools of calm waters, their shade of jade so warm and tender. You lifted up one hand to cup his cheek, run your thumb right under his eye and his lips curved into a soft smile.

Slowly, he lowered himself closer and closer until his forehead was resting against yours. You breathed him in, closing your eyes.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“There’s no need for that,” he responded instantly.

Your eyes fluttered open when you felt him move, only for them to close again when he tenderly placed his lips against your forehead. He kissed your skin once and then again, then your temple and your cheek. Under such tenderness, you felt yourself melt, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

When you opened your eyes again, he was watching you closely with a tiny smile plastered across his own lips. You reached up and kissed his cheek before returning to your spot, nestled up against his chest, resting your head on his shoulder. You could hear his little chuckle rumbling against your ear.

“Are you almost done?” you questioned, taking a peek at his screen.

In the meantime, it had locked itself in the idleness of the moment.

Zayne shifted a little, accommodating himself and you, ready to finally get back to his report.

“Yes, just a little longer,” he answered.

He reached out to grab his glasses and perch them up on his nose again and you settled down against him. You could tell by now, all and any tension in your body had slowly drifted away. You were turned into a sleepy, mushy mess, shoulders slightly hunched over.

“Can I stay with you?” you mumbled against his shoulder.

He hummed affirmatively in response, eyes already locked on the screen.

“It might take me longer than expected, now that I only have one hand to work with,” he mused, a clear touch of teasing in his voice.

Oh.

His hand was very much still within yours, fingers still intertwined. You definitely did not want to let go but he was right wasn't he? It was the middle of the night and both of you needed rest.

You led his hand to your lips, hearing him shift his position. You kissed each knuckle under his attentive gaze, letting your eyes lock onto his when you kissed his ring finger. And then you reluctantly let go.

“You're right.” You nodded, getting ready to return to your spot against his shoulder.

However, before you could, his kissed fingers caught you by the chin and kept you there, with your face tilted upwards. He lowered himself down and dropped a kiss on your lips, slow and gentle. Dormant butterflies fluttered in your stomach.

“It won't take long,” he promised.

You nodded and returned your head to his shoulder, closing your eyes. Gripping onto the front of his shirt, you let him get back to work.

Wrapped up in his warmth and lulled by the sound of his steady breathing and the quick typing of his fingers against the keyboard, you soon drifted off to sleep.

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #zayne #Li Shen #rei #Lee Seoeon #love and deepspace zayne #love and deepspace fluff #love and deepspace comfort #zayne x reader #zayne comfort #excusemyobsessions

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