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jinusajas · 5 months ago

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02/06/25; 06:30pm

{ 18+ drabbles / headcanons }

[ when you give them consent to make their fantasies come true with you ]

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel, caleb

notes: some of these were inspired by spicy fanart i’ve come across on twitter / x 🙂‍↕️

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“care to repeat that, sweetie?” sylus’s gaze was filled with a fierce hunger he reserves only for you, hands already relinquishing its hold on the gun that he had just been polishing prior to you coming into his office.

your breathing comes out in ragged breaths, anticipation coursing through your very veins as you repeat your words to him, “i said… as a gift for you, you can do whatever you want to me.”

he stands up from his desk immediately, loosening the tie of his suit while taking quick strides towards you, “that’s what i thought, kitten.”

he takes a hold of your chin, pressing a searing kiss against your lips. as he could feel you melting into him, sylus slides his hand around your waist, pulling you closer to him before carrying you towards the settee in his office.

he continues kissing you deeply, hands gripping at the front of your blouse before tearing the flimsy fabric off of you. you were about to whine about the loss of your favorite blouse, only to have your words swallowed by yet another searing kiss when sylus delves his large hands into the waistband of your skirt. your breathing hitches when you felt his fingertips linger against your clothed center, setting aside your panties to push a thick finger into your heat.

the sudden intrusion makes you cry out to the onychinus leader, your nails digging into the sofa’s armrest as the squelching sounds of your walls eagerly taking in sylus’s fingers echo throughout the office.

“hn, you’re already so wet for me, kitten. tell me, do you want it?”

you end up moving your cunt up and down his hand, giving him eager nods while begging him to fill you up with his cock. needing no further urging from you, sylus removes his thick fingers from your slick folds. you whimper at the sudden loss of him, however, you did not wait for long when you heard the sounds of shifting fabric before the tip of sylus’s cock was felt at your entrance.

with his powerful grip felt at your waist, sylus pulls you into his lap while sheathing himself inside of your slick walls in one, swift thrust. he doesn’t give you time to adjust, simply bouncing you up and down his cock with a smug grin on his face. as he works on using your cunt as his personal toy, you felt him lean in to whisper in your ear, “you know, i didn’t lock my office door. so anyone can barge in at any moment now, bearing witness to how you’re practically drooling on my cock.”

embarrassingly enough, sylus’s words succeed in making your walls clench further with need for him, doing your best to bite back your moans as you continued to bounce yourself on his cock with fervor.

zayne was in a middle of a conference call when you bounced yourself up and down his aching cock.

when you told zayne that you didn’t mind making his fantasies come true-

you were not expecting the professional doctor of akso hospital to go this far.

on the speaker of zayne’s office phone was a male colleague, giving a lecture about the new medications that just released for the treatment of heart failure. as his voice droned on and on, you forced yourself to keep your moans and soft mewls to a minimum, riding zayne with an eagerness you had never felt before.

this was such a new side to him, one that you hadn’t seen before. each time your moans got a little too loud, zayne would send a harsh smack! against your backside, giving you a look of disapproval while slowly attempting to remove his erection from your slick walls.

each time he tries to pull away from you, you would shake your head, your eyes pleading at him to give you another chance. zayne would frown at you, placing a single finger against his lips before slamming you back down on his cock. while zayne remained utterly unfazed, you nearly cried out at the sudden sensation, forcing yourself to remain quiet before continuing to ride him.

and even when you felt the embarrassment of potentially being heard on the other line, you couldn’t deny how hot zayne looked at the moment. his glasses were askew while his hair remained a mess from the sheer amount of times you had run your fingers through them. and despite his prior harshness to you, it was obvious that not even he could hold back his expression of pleasure, pursing his lips while he lay back in his seat, simply basking in the feel of your walls surrounding him as the lecture went on.

you swallow thickly when xavier’s eyes darkened after you told him he could do whatever he wanted to you tonight-

forcing you to take a step back when xavier pounces on you, hovering over you in bed as he picks up your hand to place a kiss at the back of them. “then forgive me, my starlight, since i won’t be so gentle with you anymore.”

giving him one last nod of consent, you gasp when xavier surges forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss as his hands grip at your shirt, taking off your clothes in a rush as he left you utterly bare for him. his darkened gaze filled with lust was all you could see when he pulls down the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, revealing his erection before placing the tip of it on your lips.

“make me feel good.” xavier’s demand only serves to make the ache much more prominent between your legs, and you followed his command by leaning forward, allowing his cock to rest against your tongue for a brief moment before taking him in.

you move your head back and forth at a steady pace, basking in xavier’s grunts and moans of your name. while his hand was felt gripping at your head, you felt him ram his cock in and out of your mouth, setting a desperate pace that had you seeing stars. as you worked on lubricating his shaft with your saliva, you felt the familiar twitch inside of your mouth, all too ready to swallow what he had to offer when xavier pulls away from the confines of your mouth with a single pop!

“that’s enough…” he manages to stop himself from cumming in your mouth, hands now spreading your legs before settling himself between them. your breathing hitches when you felt his cock tracing at your folds for a brief moment before completely sheathing himself inside of you, making you cry out to him as he began to pump his cock within your heat, never once stopping until he was satisfied.

rafayel was all too eager to make his greatest fantasies come true with you, allowing you to step into his art studio as he haughtily demanded that you strip yourself of all your clothes.

“rafe, you want me to do what?”

“i think you heard me loud and clear, princess. i want you to take off every piece of clothing that you have, remain bare for me before settling yourself on my couch.”

with a sigh, you ran a hand across your hair before giving him a nod. you slowly take off your clothes, tossing them to the corner of rafayel’s studio. with each piece of fabric you had taken off, you felt the lemurian’s heated gaze on you, never once looking away as you felt the heat blossoming beneath your skin.

when you were finally left bare for him, rafayel takes a moment to admire your form, shaking his head while calling himself a lucky bastard. he gestures at you to lay back on the couch, “relax and look languid for me, princess.”

swallowing thickly, you give him a stiff nod before laying back on the couch, your arms spread comfortably across the pillows while feeling the cold air touching your breasts as it causes your nipples to harden in response. “perfect.” rafayel’s voice takes on a deeper tone when he grabs his sketchbook and charcoal, working on sketching your likeness.

a few minutes pass, and you could already detect the effect you were having on rafayel, seeing the noticeable tent against the front of his pants. the sight of his erection straining through his clothes makes your mouth water as a whimper escapes from your parted lips.

“rafayel… please. don’t make me wait for you any longer... i-i need you.”

his dilated eyes meet your gaze, and he could see the moisture pooling within your pretty little flower, seeing it clench with need for him. letting out a grunt of your name, rafayel tosses aside his sketchbook, taking quick strides towards you when he leans down to capture your lips in a breathtaking kiss.

just mere moments later, rafayel takes off the rest of his clothes before putting you in a mating press, allowing your legs to rest against his slender shoulders as he kept pounding his cock into you over and over again, the sounds of your walls eagerly taking him in reverberating throughout the studio as you succumbed to the pleasure he was giving you.

the moment you told your boyfriend he could do whatever he wanted to you within the comfort of your bed-

caleb wasted no time when he sheds off your clothes, leaving you naked for his eyes alone. a flash of satisfaction was seen in his gaze before he presses your naked body against the top of the mattress. you were given little time to react, head spinning slightly as you became achingly aware of the sounds of caleb hurriedly taking off the rest of his clothes, the sounds of shifting fabrics as he tosses them aside to the corner of the room.

you hear his heavy breathing and attempt to look back at him, only to feel his large hand pressing down against the small of your back. “not so fast, pipsqueak. you are going to remain in this position until i tell you to move.”

a shiver was felt running down your spine at the sound of the possessive edge in his voice. not wishing to upset him, you remain obedient, pressing the front of your body against the bed while resting your cheek against your comforter.

you wait with bated breath for his next move, suddenly feeling caleb’s heavy body pressing down on your back. his breathing was hot and heavy against your ears, feeling his teeth lightly biting down on your earlobe. you shiver at the sudden sensation, letting out a soft moan when you felt caleb spread your legs further for him, his cock brushing against your cunt from the back before completely sheathing himself within your heat.

his powerful biceps comes around your neck just then, keeping you in a headlock while he kept pounding himself in and out of you. the sensation of lightly being choked by him along with the thick feel of his cock sliding in and out of you at a rapid pace makes you see stars. you were certain that your eyes had hearts in them with how good your colonel was making you feel.

feeling the way your walls clenched oh so sweetly around his cock, caleb lets out an amused chuckle. tightening his biceps around your head while giving your hair a kiss, he whispers hedonistic praises to you in hopes of making you fall apart for him. “that’s my good girl, taking me in so well. i promise i’ll take you to heaven soon, baby.”

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erensfeed · 5 months ago

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Hello!! Can you please do lnd men where the reader gets dizzy easily for example in car if there's no music or they're not sitting at the window they get dizzy orif there's a strong smell at the vehicle they get dizzy like how would they react to that?

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀｡ WHEN YOU FEEL DIZZY IN THE CAR .ᐟ ｡

featuring: rafayel. zayne. sylus. xavier. caleb x reader.

៹ cw. fluff. mentions of dizziness + lightheadedness.

⌞ an⌝ hiii pookieee!!!! omg i literally apologize for how this took longer but i hope you enjoy these bunch & it’s sweet enough for you! also, make sure you take care during/after times you may feel a bit dizzy ♡︎ future doc orders here👻

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rafayel.

has this tender worried look etched onto his face the moment he notices you looking uneasy.

if you admit to him that you were feeling dizzy in the car, he would roll down the windows so you could get some cool fresh air and then ask how you feel after.

"should i take you to the hospital? no? are you sure?"

closing your eyes now, you’d manage to laugh about how it doesn’t feel that serious, just to make him less worried because ironically, he would be the one who’s more stressed.

if he’s driving & can pull over, he will. if not, he’ll drive slower, smoother—making sure you feel safe until he can stop somewhere or even home.

knows how woozy you may be feeling regardless, so he would hold your hand in his to keep you grounded as his way of not wanting you to go through the feeling alone and would keep glancing back at you more than the road.

when you get home, he’d ask if you can walk or if you'd want him to carry you.

settles you to rest on the couch then comes over to add more pillows to keep you comfortable so you can relax for the rest of the day.

makes you drink lots of water too then moves to open the windows at home too.

asks how you’re doing again after the 110th time you told him you’re better because he really wants to make sure.

"it's hard for me to see you unwell you know."

also asks if you need anything and when you tell him you just want to cuddle, he’d be happy to and reassures you that you’ll fully be a-okay after sleeping and waking up.

still talks gently here and there while you’re sound asleep in his arms.

when you wake up he asks again how you feel. “feeling better? good.”

lightly chuckles with you after on how you looked like a dizzy bean emoji but in a cute endearing teasing way of course (even though seeing you dizzy made him a worried parent.)

zayne.

zayne notices before you even say anything. the second your posture shifts or your breathing changes, his attention would be on you.

“dizzy?” he would ask softly and all it would take is for you to confirm it before he would already either have the window up with the ac on or down for fresh air depending on what needed to be done to avoid making you nauseous.

prioritizes you no matter the level of how bad it feels for you.

parks somewhere better, safe and quiet & would have a bottle of water ready in the center console storage.

helps hold it for you with one hand and the other behind your head.

his doctor instincts would kick in without thinking and he’d ask questions and give instructions.

“how bad is it? “do you feel lightheaded or nauseous?”

“okay, close your eyes. now breathe slowly. here—gently press your forehead against the seat. it’ll help.”

when you get home, he would also carry you and would help you take off extra layers of clothes so you feel less suffocated and so it doesn’t happen again.

would make you herbal tea or some sugar tea to drink then gives you medication to help.

“your blood sugar levels might’ve dropped."

if you tease him for being in ‘doctor mode’ he would just simply smile a little and crouch to your level then say something like

“tease me all you want but i’ll always put your health first.”

because doctor or not, you’re his #1 priority.

(affectionately) lectures you about you needing to stay away from doing things that’ll trigger your stress/dizziness while you’re in his arms in bed.

if you tried to talk he shushes you and kisses the top of your head instead so you sleep.

monitors you a lot more (than usual) since then.

you'd hear more "no. and i mean it, doctor’s orders."

you won’t ever have to face dizziness/lightheadedness when you’re with him as much after that. and in the car, in most cases, the window would be already down/up depending on whether you need fresh air or not, to prevent it from happening .

sylus.

notices when you instinctively touch his arm and asks “what’s wrong?”

the moment you tell him how you feel, he doesn’t panic since he also doesn’t want you to too.

slows down the car and helps you recline your seat back a little and adjusts your seatbelt/unbuckles you so you can relax your head.

“lie down, and close your eyes. do you need me to get you water from the nearest store?”

asks if it’s okay to continue driving & if it is, he drives carefully making sure the car ride is smooth as well.

“here, take my hand and keep closing your eyes if it gets bad.”

plays a calming & soothing music right after to help you.

later, whether or not you can walk & are feeling better, he’d carry you bridal style inside and would gently settle you on the bed when you’re home.

reads about what to do to stop/prevent it again and what to make for you to eat.

spoon feeds you soups/meals he made that can help.

“sylus you do know i can feed myself right?”

“i know sweetie, but let me.”

pampers you the whole day.

although he notices when you act even more dizzy for his attention, he chuckles to himself about it but still obliges by taking care of you and doesn’t mention it.

xavier.

super gentle about it. his whole demeanor softens the second you tell him.

places a hand on top of your head to see if you’re running a temperature first.

“are you sick?”

when you tell him it’s from a super strong random smell from outside that's getting you this way, he’d have the windows up and turn on the ac.

“will it help if you lean on me? i don’t mind, i just want you to feel okay.”

once you get home, he doesn't leave your side unless it's to go get you water or medicine he got.

offers to cook you something.

orders it instead because it’s already one thing to worry about than burnt food.

searches online and finds out that meat helps.

“i knew it. see, it's like i told you. meat always helps everything.”

he would say to you, making you both laugh.

makes you some ginger tea before the food arrives.

“i read this will help too. careful, it’s a little hot so take slow sips. here, let me..”

while feeding you, he would ask if you overworked yourself these past few and if you say yes he would do everything else for you from then on.

“if you take a nap now, you’ll feel even better soon”

if you ask if he wants to sleep too he’d say “no, not yet” and that he prefers watching you fall asleep first as he puts a blanket over you.

plays quiet music as well at home to help you & comes back next to you, to watch you slowly fall asleep.

(ends up falling asleep next to you once you're long asleep)

caleb.

catches it when you stop midway your sentence and start blinking and shaking your head.

“hey what's the matter?”

when you let him know, he gently takes your hand in his as he drives carefully to looks for a parking spot.

he has even more reason to protect you by the way.

he’d be worried but keeps a calm face for you as he tells you to relax your head and to lie back on your seat.

cracks the window down just right as well.

“easy, i’ve got you. yeah just close your eyes for a sec and breathe with me, okay? yeah, just like that.”

praises you softly as he comforts you all through.

"good girl."

when you get home, he would do anything that wouldn’t have you stressed or bending down.

if you tried to do something, he’s got it covered instead.

“oh no you don’t.”/“not on my watch.”

while you're resting your eyes, he would ask “do you need anything else?.. like more water? more pillows?.. or maybe… me?”

you’d fully open your eyes to give him this look

(depending on your reaction *mild shock, a smirk or a ??*)

“*softly laughs* geez i meant like a cuddle, princess.”

rubs his thumb over your knuckles absentmindedly during the cuddle, not even realizing he’s doing it and talks with you on how you fit perfectly into him because of times like these too.

even days after you say you’re fine, he still watches you more from the corner of his eye, until you call him out on it.

still does everything and around the house for you even after you feel better and makes sure you eat/drink enough, exercise & sleep better.

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enyaliuswrites · 5 months ago

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➽ Love and Deepspace University/College AU

Multiple characters x fem!reader tags: fluff, reader doesn’t have to be mc, college au, university au, reader doesn't have to be in a relationship with character but it is slightly implied

Xavier is an Astronomy & Astrophysics major typa student with a minor in Philosophy. You guys can disagree with me, that's just what I see it as.

Xavier is the type of student that walks around campus to find the best places to sleep and professors and students are genuinely worried when they find him sleeping on a tree. (The shade was better and no one would disturb him, he argues).

Xavier is the student that is always asleep in class and just stays there even if the next class is coming into the lecture room (poor boy, someone should've woken him up fr).

However, his grades aren't in the earth’s core. His grades are actually perfect. Sky High. He probably dreams about his studies in a fun way or something.

He doesn't have many friends, only 1 really close one, Jeremiah, whom they both don’t see each other very often. They have a sort of friendship that without meeting they know they’ll forever be there for each other.

You guys met because you were taking a nap on a particularly windy day, the weather wasn't so sunny and the breeze wasn't so cold, a perfect day to study under a tree and accidentally doze off I say. Unbeknownst to you, that was where Xavier would usually sleep as well. He was about to leave to go to one of his other sleeping spots but then something caught his eye.

A butterfly flying over to you and landing on your head. It was quite a sight and just in that moment you woke up. You were startled by the Sophomore Xavier in front of you and scared the butterfly off. You guys stayed there in silence for a bit before somehow it turned into you both dozing off under the tree.

From that day onwards, you guys would meet under that tree to study, talk or nap and you guys grew closer day by day.

Xavier definitely tries to help with your homework but instead his head is on the table and his mind is in the land of dreams. He really tries, but his sleeping schedule is too packed.

Watching the skies is definitely a must with him. Whether it be the night sky or the day sky—setting up a cute picnic to lie down and just point at clouds, saying what they reminded you of. Or watching the stars and the moon while basking in each other’s comfortable silence.

Xavier definitely writes love poems in class to give you later but he’ll never read them out loud to you, only when you’re about to fall asleep then he’ll read it.

He always tries to cook for you but always somehow starts a fire, even while trying to make something as simple as Kimbap or sushi. So now he’s banned from the kitchen and you have him help you with the most simplest of tasks (measuring out ingredients or cutting vegetables) instead.

“Xavier, why do I smell burning?” “I think the egg might be a little overcooked.” “Xavier, it's on fire! How on earth did you mess up an omelet that badly?!” “I followed what you said. Should I try again?” “NO!”

Xavier definitely takes you to places where he naps and the most breathtaking, picturesque and comfortable place. An old cathedral courtyard, a secluded rooftop garden on a building on campus, a secret garden on campus with a clearing in the middle. During these times when the sun is setting is when he recites poems he read or wrote to you.

Zayne is obviously a medical student specializing in cardiology. I mean it’s clear as day.

He’s the type of student that never skips any school and doesn’t break any rules whatsoever. Sick? At school with a mask on. Injured? At school with a cast. Literally on the brink of death? At school with an IV bag and breathing tube. (exaggeration)

His back is straight in classes and you’ll never catch him slacking off his perfect posture. It’s kind of creepy, sometimes. He’s the student that always raises his hand to answer the professor that over time the professors are like “I know you know. I want to see if other students know.”

He’ll never share notes. As in, even if other people look at his notes they can’t understand his handwriting. Zayne’s notes are always so organized and clean that no one believes that he did that in a single class alone.

He definitely gets a lot of love letters. Girls go crazy for this man, (you and me included) they often try to invite him to help tutor them or to grab a bite. He always says the same thing, “If you’d had paid attention then you would understand.” and then just leaves.

He’s always in the library, studying during freshman and sophomore year. In his Junior year he started interning at a nearby hospital and from that day he just became 10 times more busy.

You guys met by chance—Senior Zayne was interning at the hospital and treated you after you pushed yourself too hard, eventually fainting, which is how you ended up here. (Gotta thank your bestfriend for being so worried she rushed you to the hospital.)

He saw you on campus the next day and at first he didn’t really care much, however after seeing you stumble around (you were just daydreaming) he came over and gave you a tiny lecture about caring for your health.

Somehow, that led to him visiting you after classes to give you a juicebox “To regulate your blood sugar” or a fruit, like a banana “Bananas are high in potassium, lowering the risk of a heart disease.” He’ll say that he’s your personal doctor-in-training and always encourages you to eat healthy by getting dinner at a clean restaurant. But, you still often catch him eating sweets and it always makes you laugh.

He never outright says that he wants to see you, he’ll make a thousand excuses instead. Sometimes, he’ll say that you’re late to a scheduled appointment with him.

“You’re late to your appointment.” “I’m pretty sure I just had one with you the day before yesterday.” “You left your pen here the other day, you should come get it.” “Zayne, just say you want to see me.”

Study dates are 99% of the dates you have with him. Both of you are entirely focused on your piles of assignments and study materials. If one of you has more free time than the other, you simply sit in silence and watch him concentrate—and he does the same for you.

Even though he’s extremely busy, as a medical student in his Senior year, he still makes plenty sure that you can feel his love. Whether that be sending a quick text in the morning or before he does something.

Sometimes when you guys meet he’s really tired so don't mind him taking a quick nap on your shoulder or around you. Make sure to snap a picture and use that as blackmail material afterwards, hehe.

Rafayel is a Fine Arts student for sure. He loves arts in all forms, painting, sketching, photography, scrapbooking, sculpture, fashion, the list goes on and on.

He’s the type of student that arrives fashionably late and always has some crazy ideas with his final projects and in the end he gets the highest grade. His artwork is actually one of the prides of the university/college and he’s extremely down to earth about it, only wanting to paint the things he sees in his dreams perfectly.

He definitely has people who want to be friends with him but he just treats everyone the same. Sassy and indifferent. Except for one friend who saw incredible potential in him and always helped him, making his art go famous around campus and earning Rafayel some money (Thomas).

Rafayel is the type of student that walks around the campus for inspiration as well as walking around the city to get inspiration, often finding hidden treasures of places, tucked-away cafes, historic museums, indie theatres, vintage shops.

He definitely spends a lot of his time at the sea and most of his artworks are inspired by the underwater world. He spends time near the swimming pool when no one is there, during the late nights or early mornings.

Being very popular and famous around campus, he has many admirers which he all just waves away. He couldn’t care less, the only thing he cares about is his art and the girl he met when he was at what he called his ‘secret hideout’.

You were a little stressed from studies so you decided to walk around campus, exploring the different buildings and rooms. Unexpectedly, you found yourself in an old art gallery—the lights were turned off and the only source of light was from the sun’s rays. You stayed there for a while, even though the door was dusty and the room was cluttered with old art supplies, you presumed that this was an art supply room.

Suddenly, that was when a Sophomore Rafayel walked in and saw you standing in front of one of his old paintings. A painting that he tried experimenting with a new style of technique, one that he was embarrassed of so he hid it here. He yelped when you saw you, he thought you were a ghost.

You guys talked for a while before you parted ways, however after hearing you talking about why you liked his art (he didn’t admit it was him) he grew an interest in you.

A few days later when you were free you decided to come and absorb the peaceful atmosphere of the old gallery again, however much to your surprise Rafayel was there as well.

“You know how many days I waited for you? Why didn’t you come sooner? If I get an allergy from all of this dust you’re paying for my medical bills.” “I don’t think that’s how allergies work-” “Don’t change the subject!”

You guys became close pretty quick. His words, although sometimes quirky and sassy, were also full of depth and emotion. Whenever he talked about art or the sea he had a glint in his eyes and a nostalgic solemn tone in his voice.

Dates with him are usually you doing your work while he paints or sketches you. He’ll always show you what he cooked up while you were focused but he’ll always say how it’s never perfect and that, “I can’t capture how perfect you are, cutie.”

You guys often visit the sea, taking long walks on the beach during the day and during the night while he tells you stories of his dreams and his own fascination with the world under the waves. He often makes you cute accessories out of seashells and will always gift you something handmade after classes.

Walking around campus and finding more cool places where you’ve explored is a must with him. He’ll rub circles with his thumb, holding your hand as you guys explore rooftop gardens and just talk about dreams or studies.

Sylus is definitely a business faculty typa student. For his major it might be international trade or something of the sort.

He’s the type of student that skips most of his classes but gets a perfect grade.

When he does come to class he’ll definitely be dozing off but when there's assignments he always somehow gets full marks. If the professor calls on him he’ll answer correctly and eventually professors just stop trying to catch him lacking (they never can).

He’ll come and go as he pleases and no one really says anything, too afraid to mess with him since everywhere he walks people just keep their eyes down or walk the other way. (I mean have you seen the Lunar New Year event? Bro was sticking out so much)

He definitely has LOADS of rumors about himself on campus but bro does NOT care. And the rumors are hella crazy too, and what's even crazier is that no one knows if they’re true or not. “I heard that he beat up a couple of students the other day so badly they were all hospitalized.” “Well, I heard that he’s involved with the mafia and does their dirty work for them.” “You guys are all wrong. He is the Mafia boss! He’s just working undercover here!”

Sylus doesn't have any friends. Well, except two identical twins that always follow him around as well as a crow (strange friends if you ask me). Luke and Kieran are like his lackeys but without the mistreatment, they’ll always help him with the little things while he’s out and about doing some shady businesses outside of school.

You guys definitely met because of something random and cliche. Sylus, the mysterious senior that you bumped into in the hallway, causing your drink to stain him, you and your work. You apologized and after a while he shrugged it off and let you off the hook. However, you kept seeing him around after that day and on the days that you didn’t, you would see a crow instead.

The crow would sometimes have a candy in his mouth or a kopiko (those coffee candies). Over time you’d see Sylus more often and he’d sometimes strike a conversation and you’d continue it and before you know it he’ll be showing up outside of your class and walk with you around campus for a quick bite or even to send you to your next class. Of course, people always stare or quickly shuffle away whenever you pass by.

He sometimes brings you a little something after class when you meet up. A juicebox. Milk. Coffee. Maybe even a little baked good. He often drives you around, whether that be on his motorcycle or his car, he lets you pick. Honestly, at this point he’s like your chauffeur. All he wants to see is your smile.

Dinner dates are an absolute must with him, whether that be eating out at a fancy restaurant or him cooking for you at his place.

During study dates you guys will definitely go to a reclusive hidden cafe that he found and order something little to help fuel you. He’ll watch you and help you if you need it (you have to beg a little for it though). He has the most messed up sleeping schedule so please let him rest when he suddenly dozes off while watching you study.

Sylus will definitely drag you out of class, saying that there’s an emergency and the professor allows him too, totally buying into his words as you both walk away. Why? All because you complained to him that you didn’t want to sit in this class and that it was boring.

“Sylus! Why’d you do that?!” “Didn’t you say that you didn’t like it? That you hated it, sweetie?” “I did, but you can’t just do that!” “Let’s go get dinner. We can go to that place you love to go to.” “…Okay, let’s go.”

Caleb is an Aerospace Engineering student and a good one at that. (I mean have you read his anecdotes??)

Caleb is similar to Zayne, he never misses a class and is a top grade student. Scoring the top in every class. Honestly, everyone is jealous of him (me included).

He’s the type of student that shares his close friends with his notes and even sometimes helps tutor them. He’s loved by all his friends and everyone who works with him, whether that be group work or just striking up a conversation with him.

He’s extremely popular, due to his energetic personality, natural leadership and how reliable of a person he is. However, it feels like almost no one really knows him. He seems like an open book but he’s really a mystery to everyone, even his close friends.

He gets a lot of love letters as well, however as soon as he sees them he rips them and throws them in the bin.

He’s a great actor, (He definitely fooled me in the main story, got scared so much) and uses that to his advantage. He’s definitely involved in some shady things on campus, but no one knows. One time someone tried to create rumors about him and the next day those rumors instantly stopped.

You met Caleb through your friend. Caleb being a Junior at your university as well as the older brother of a friend of yours since middle school. You guys met once or twice back when you were in middle school but he remembered you up till the day he saw you on campus, dozing off at the library.

When you woke up you didn't expect an apple to be on your table along with a little note, “Fuel yourself for the rest of the day!” along with a doodle of an apple. You didn't eat it, afraid that it was poisoned (You weren't going to be the next Snow White).

One day you bumped into him while leaving one of your classes and he immediately striked a conversation. While reminiscing about when you guys were younger you guys walked to a nearby cafe and grabbed a drink together. The conversation developed into updating each other about life and what you guys were planning for the future and you realized that you were about to be late for your next class. Before going he quickly scribbled his contact on a piece of sticky note and you swear that you’ve seen that handwriting somewhere before.

Ever since that day he’s always accompanied you to your classes and back. 9am class? He’ll be there to walk you there, even a little snack in his hand, usually an apple. 5pm? He’ll be there with a piece of candy, to help fuel you for the last class.

He’ll always scare other boys off, whether it be putting an arm around your shoulder when he sees someone looking or holding your waist and pulling you towards him. He’ll take whatever you say after, nagging him for being too open or catching you off guard.

It’s a back and forward of him going over to your place or you going to his and eating his home cooked dinners. Eating out is barely a thing with Caleb, he loves to cook for you and secretly wishes that you love it too.

He’s extremely clingy and possessive. Even if you want to hang out with other people he’ll always ask a lot of questions, but he’ll never be overly possessive.

“Who are you going with?” “Just a few friends.” “Where? For how long?” “Nowhere. I’ll take a couple of hours, maybe. Caleb, don't worry.” “I’ll pick you up when you finish. Just tell me when and where and I’ll be there. You can tell me if you want to leave early.”

He’s definitely the type of student that’ll help you with your assignments even if that means doing extra research on the topic you’re struggling with to help you.

A/N: totally wasn't writing this while stuck in accounting class. This actually took me longer than I thought and I bet I still have more things to add even now, but this is what I imagined in my head today. Stay delusional! (*´∀`*) Art creds : Love and Deepspace Dividers by @omi-resources

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loveanddeepthroat · 10 months ago

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can i mc reader and sylus where mc ends up in hospital after a mission gone wrong and sylus shows up but she wants him to leave in case someone sees him there

Careless

Pairing - Sylus x f!MC

Summary - You landed yourself in the hospital overnight after a mix up at HQ had you fighting too many Wanderer’s alone. You’re already bummed about being stuck at Akso, so the feeling of dread when Sylus turns up unexpectedly only adds to your unease.

Word Count - 2.3k

Warnings - Set in a hospital. Angst and fluff.

The incessant beeping of medical machinery echoing throughout the ward was getting to your sore head.

Akso Hospital was rammed full of casualties and emergencies, seeing as it was a Friday night. You felt a bit out of place amongst the partygoers and adventurous folk who had taken their fun a little too far.

In your opinion, you didn’t really need to be here. The eggplant coloured bruise on the right side of your forehead definitely looked a lot worse than it felt, but the doctors weren’t buying your claims that you weren’t in any pain.

Likely because you were wincing when you’d said it.

A night under their watch was what the doctor ordered, and it wasn’t up for discussion. You were just relieved that Doctor Zayne was working away for a week. He’d have checked you in indefinitely and scheduled an hour long lecture on why you needed to be more careful.

A mix up at HQ had the system only requesting that you attend a spontaneous Wanderer attack in Linkon Library. Just one had been reported, but seven of the ruthless bastards had accosted you the minute you stepped foot in the evacuated building.

Confident that you could handle them, you didn’t bother calling in for more Hunters. As it turned out, that confidence was misplaced, and the last thing you remembered before blacking out was a loud screeching sound. You had no idea what it was, but it hadn’t been important in your unconscious state.

When you eventually awoke in the hospital, Jenna had been hanging over you, immediately giving you the third degree for continuing alone. You should’ve known that the alert for only your assistance had been a mistake in the system, and you should’ve insisted that someone accompany you no matter what it had said.

She made sure to drill that into your head more than once.

Admittedly, you were glad to see the back of her once she had finally left. Your head was starting to throb with the volume of her voice, and all you wanted was the bliss of being unconscious again.

It was late now, and you were exhausted. Sleep was looking to be impossible tonight, however. There were several other patients on the same ward, all admitted with varying ailments. The injured man opposite you had done nothing but stare coldly from the moment he was wheeled in in a full leg cast.

You tried to speak to him. You offered him a polite smile, which was met with a sneer. Whatever his problem with you was, it was beginning to get on your nerves.

You just wanted to go home.

“Miss,” a softly spoken nurse greeted as she approached your bed. “There’s a visitor here to see you.”

You frowned, wondering if you heard her correctly over the hustle and bustle of the ward. It was well past visiting hours, and you couldn’t think of anyone other than your colleagues who knew that you were even at the hospital.

The man with the broken leg frowned, too. “What? She gets special treatment because she’s a so-called hero? I should get visiting rights, too!”

“Would you like me to let him in?” The nurse asked, ignoring the grumbling patient.

Him. That didn’t exactly narrow things down.

“Uhh,” you faltered, a little unsure. You didn’t want to cause any issues with the other patients. “Are you sure?”

The nurse nodded and smiled, though it looked a bit forced. It almost seemed like she was desperate for you to say yes to your mystery visitor.

“Okay,” you finally agreed.

The look of relief on her face was not lost on you. She quickly hurried away to retrieve whoever came to see you, leaving you to endure the displeasure from the man opposite.

“I used to be a mailman, you know? If it weren’t for me, people wouldn’t have had their mail. Do I get special treatment, though? No, of course not. You Hunters get all the glory and adoration. And I’ll tell you another thing—”

“You’ve told her plenty.”

Prominent footsteps sounded from the doorway, the atmosphere immediately becoming heavy and tense. You almost choked on absolutely nothing at the sight of him.

Sylus.

Your eyes flared, heart hammering against your ribcage like a drum. He couldn’t be here. The risk was far too great.

“I wasn’t talking to you,” the grumpy man sneered back, looking him up and down, “…vampire.”

It was a colourful insult, and one that made your unwelcome companion chuckle. “If you’ll excuse us,” he began, the swirling red vines of his Evol appearing to drag the man’s cubicle curtain to a close at a leisurely pace. “Mailman.”

To your relief, there was no backlash from the irritated patient across the room. Although that did make you wonder if he wasn’t retaliating by his own choice, or if Sylus had silenced him somehow. The latter wouldn’t have surprised you.

“What on earth are you doing here?!” you hissed quietly. “You can’t be here, Sylus.”

Crimson eyes didn’t meet yours, his cold gaze set only on the bandages around your head as he approached your bedside, closing your curtain behind him. He didn’t quite look like himself. His hands were balled into fists at his sides, green and blue veins prominently making an appearance.

“I’ll think twice before taking advice from a woman who was very recently knocked unconscious amidst a 7v1 Wanderer fight,” he rebuked monotonously.

You scoffed. “I’m fine, if that’s why you came. Feel free to go back to—”

“Fine?” His face quickly turned from emotionless to severely unamused as he cut you off sharply. “That’s quite the contradiction, sweetie.”

You raised an eyebrow barely high enough for him to see your questioning expression. The gesture hurt, which wasn’t helping your case. “To what?”

He dragged a plastic chair towards your bed before sitting down, his ankles crossed in front of him. You couldn’t really read his demeanour. He almost seemed cross with you.

“To what I saw from Mephisto,” he responded tightly.

Mephisto.

That explained the screeching you heard before you slipped into unconsciousness. “And what exactly was Mephisto doing there?”

Sylus merely shrugged, offering nothing verbal in response. The lackadaisy gesture did nothing but piss you off. You’ve told him countless times to stop sending Mephisto out to keep tabs on you, and each time it seemed to fall on deaf ears.

He clearly was not pleased with you, but you weren’t stupid. He was here because you had concerned him. Sylus was a busy man, especially at this time of night. He wouldn’t have come just to berate you with words that could’ve been put into a text message.

Not that you knew where your phone was.

The atmosphere between you both fell into silence, only the sounds of medical machinery filling in the lack of conversation. You didn’t really know what to say to him, and he wasn’t typically the type to lose his words. But it was clear to see that he didn’t know what to say, either.

After a long moment, he cleared his throat, his hands flexing in his lap. “I told you those guns of yours were pathetic.”

“There’s nothing wrong with my guns,” you mumbled with a roll of your eyes.

“So it’s a skill issue?”

You glared harshly at him, flinching noticeably as you did. You weren’t sure what was bothering you more, the pain in your head or the mood that Sylus was so clearly in.

His features softened ever so slightly as he recognised your pain. Still, that didn’t stop him from being an asshole. “It’s one or the other, kitten.”

You felt your cheeks heat up. If there was one thing you didn’t want Sylus to think of you as, it was weak. You weren’t sure why you cared so much, but you did.

“I suppose my guns are a little on the outdated side,” you murmured begrudgingly.

He smirked, his hands finally relaxing a little in his lap. The awkward atmosphere was slowly fading, which you were grateful for. You didn’t want to pry into his mind and make things worse again.

You buried your head a little further into the pillow beneath your sore head, letting your eyes fall shut for a moment. Fatigue was starting to settle in your body, almost dragging you into a swift sleep before your chilly hand was captured in a warm embrace.

Your eyes shot open again, finding Sylus out of his seat and leaning over you. His eyes were a bit wider than usual. “Have they checked you for a concussion?”

“Yeah,” you told him gently. The close proximity had you flustered. “I’m a little concussed, but I’m allowed to sleep.”

His brows drew together slightly as he studied you. You’ve both had these strange little moments before, when his mask slips away just enough to see his true feelings.

“I’ll be fine,” you whispered in reassurance. “You should go, Sylus.”

He shook his head, his hand tightening slightly over yours. It looked like an effort, but he managed to smirk at you again. “Trying to get rid of me already?”

Beneath that facade of humour, he was a little bit wounded. You wouldn’t point it out, but you could see it. He was a stubborn bastard who wasn’t going to let you push him away, but he also didn’t like that you were trying to push him away.

It wasn’t as if you wanted him to go. Your relationship with him was…complicated.

Complicated in the sense that you weren’t in a relationship, but he had a habit of establishing a level of intimacy between you both that you weren’t blind to. Good morning and goodnight texts, constant invites to events as his plus one with no other reason than to be beside him, and random gifts left on your doorstep so often that your elderly neighbour recently asked if you were ‘getting some.’

A relationship with him would be very difficult to maintain. You both come from entirely different worlds that just could not merge. No matter how much you desired him, you had to maintain your composure.

“I’m not trying to get rid of you,” you sighed. “I just don’t like how careless you’re being by showing up here. Some people do worry, you know.”

He slowly lowered his loom over you so that his nose was just inches away from yours. You couldn’t help but swallow, feeling his steady breath on your lips as he spoke. It was intimidating and yet so intimate that you didn’t know whether to cower or cut him off with a kiss you never knew you wanted.

“You don’t think I’m worried about you?” he drawled in a rather serious manner.

“That’s not what I—”

“Do you not realise how it looked through Mephisto’s eyes when you were walloped a great distance across a library and crumpled to the floor like a lifeless body.” His teeth were gritted in his mouth, the word ‘body’ coming out tightly like his tongue was rejecting the word. “You’re not the only person who is worried here. Do not brand me incapable of such feelings.”

Your mouth went a little dry, tears threatening to invade your eyes. It wasn’t that you didn’t believe in his worry, and you hadn’t meant for it to come across that way.

“I just don’t want you to risk your freedom for me,” you whispered shakily.

He lifted his hand from where it was holding him up beside your free hand, carefully moving some strands of your hair that had fallen over your bandages.

“I’d risk it all for you.”

He had never said such a thing to you in all the time you’d been acquainted. You knew that he would carry out every need you might have of him. You knew that he would listen to you sit and ramble on and on about anything, never interrupting you. You knew that he cared about you.

But you were still in the dark when it came to the extent of that care.

“Tell me what’s on your mind,” he murmured.

Thankfully, you caught yourself before you were about to shake your sore head. “Just…trying to figure you out.”

A smile slowly spread across his lips. A real smile. It was enough to make your heart flutter, embarrassingly made noticeable by the heart rate monitor you were hooked up to.

“It would require a lot of brainpower to do that, sweetie. Maybe lose the concussion first,” he said in his typically sarcastic tone.

You managed your own small smile, which blossomed into a chuckle. This was the side of Sylus that had you coming back to him whenever he asked for your company.

His real side.

He kept his hand atop your head, avoiding the bandages completely. His thumb swiped gently over the parting of your hair, pulling you off to sleep again. You were pretty sure that he was doing it on purpose to force you into rest, but you were in no position to argue with him. You were officially exhausted.

“Would you really like me to leave, kitten?” he asked in a soft whisper as your eyes fluttered.

The very thought of him leaving made you a little upset. Despite your attempts at convincing the doctors you were fine, you damn well were not. You needed his comfort, and he needed to know that you were safe and on the road to a speedy recovery.

“No,” you whispered, succumbing to the soothing strokes on your scalp.

A soft brush of his lips was the last thing you felt before you finally drifted off, feeling secure enough to do so with his company.

“Good,” he’d whispered back before you fully clocked out. “I’ll always be careless so long as I get to you.”

A/N - Long time no fic post. I apologise, life has been crazy. I haven’t proof read this cause honestly I’m just too tired so I’ll read over it in the morning and edit any mistakes. Hope you’re all doing well! 🖤

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noodlemoondle · 4 months ago

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Promise Me You Won’t Cry Anymore

Zayne x Reader

word count: 800

summary: just a lil blurb about how Zayne reacts to accidentally making you cry

tags: not proof read!!, hurt/comfort, fluff, mentions of medicine. just zayne being a worried doctor really

authors note: hello again guys! ੭ ᐕ)੭*⁾⁾ I fully wrote this on a whim rn in like 10 minutes so pls take that into account lolol. (also it’s another hurt/comfort lolol it’s my fav tag and i don’t have any ideas for anything else) i also wanted this to be like a rlly short blurb but i think im genuinely unable to write anything that isn’t like around 1k words (´；ω；｀) i don’t really have anything else to say besides i hope i get motivation to write one of the million fic ideas i have saved in my notes soon.

as always hope you enjoy!! ✧*。٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و✧*。

Zayne is a strong man. Emotionally strong that is. The countless years he spent both studying and working in the medical field gave him thick skin and it made it difficult for things to truly get to him. It takes a lot for something to hit him in the heart and truly bring him down.

However, the one thing he absolutely can’t stand is you crying. Something about it he doesn’t truly know what. Something about the way your eyes tilt downwards with your head soon following, the small tremble of your lips he knows you’re fighting to keep still, the tear-glazed distant look in your eyes that just shows how hard you’re fighting back tears, nothing breaks his heart more.

Zayne knows, he knows he can be oh so overbearing when it comes to your health and safety, but god he can’t help it. Nothing worries him more than your, in his opinion fragile, wellbeing. Everyday on his drive to the hospital he prays to whatever god is out there that will listen to him that he won’t see you during his shift, at least not you being wheeled in through the back doors, completely unconscious on a gurney. He can’t even handle the thought of it.

It leads to his constant nagging over you. His constant worry. His constant lectures and scoldings whenever you even slightly overlook your health.

Which led to here. Another conversation that began as an overbearing reminder to take your medicine, only for Zayne to quickly discover you haven’t been taking recently. You’ve already had a tiring and stressful day and didn’t have any energy to fight back at him. So instead, you just stood there in front of him. Only looking at him as he continued his scolding on how important it was to take your medicine, why you need it, and never forgetting to remind you of just how fragile you truly are.

All you could do was look back at him, and just take everything he had to say without a fight. Not like you had the energy to speak anyways. To be honest, you didn’t even have the energy to think, or to even listen to him in that matter. All you really heard is just his upset voice, saying what?You’re not really sure, but his tone was enough to make you feel inferior.

Zayne didn’t notice. He honestly couldn’t. He was too caught up in his worries and imagination of what could possibly happen to you to be able to properly see you, but in the middle of his rant he did. He saw the look on your face that absolutely breaks his heart and makes him want to fall to his knees. He saw your head hung low, you fighting your trembling bottom lip, your downcast, distant eyes, that had tears in the brink of flowing through your pretty eyelashes and falling onto those darling cheeks he loves; especially when he sees them rise and round out whenever you smile.

And when he sees it, he stops. Instantly.

There is a quick moment of silence where he hesitates. Where he hears your uneven, haggard breathing and mentally scolds himself, grimacing at his actions.

He takes a few steps over to you and leans down to hold your face in his hands. Lifting it up so he can see you properly, however your eyes don’t follow and remain locked onto your fuzzy-socked feet. His gentle hold, contrasting his previous tone made it so difficult to keep it together. Just as he noticed a tear welling up to fall from your eyes he gently kisses it away before it could reach any further than the corner of your eye.

He softly rubs the apple of your cheek trying to coax you to bring your eyes up to him.

“Look at me… Please?” Zayne says ever so gently.

You knew if you did you wouldn’t be able to hold back your tears anymore, but the soft rub of his thumb brings your eyes up to look back at him. The moment you do, his eyes soften in guilt and regret, a slight frown forming on his lips when he sees your eyes welling up with more tears.

He slightly stands up, just enough to place a soft, delicate kiss on your forehead as he whispers against it.

“I’m sorry.”

Then you can’t hold it anymore. A soft gasp for air leaves your lips as tears begin to flow from your eyes. Zayne slowly pulls you into his chest, holding your head and running his fingers up and down your back in an effort to comfort you. In an effort to get you to forgive him. In an effort to get you to stop.

Guilt spreads throughout his whole body as he listens to your sobs and feels your tears wetting his shirt. He whispers apologies to you, offering soft kisses on the top of your head in between each one.

He’ll make it up to you. He doesn’t know exactly how yet, but he will. He’ll do anything. Whatever it takes to stop the flow of tears and broken sobs. Whatever it takes to see those darling, rosy cheeks rise up with the sweetest, brightest smile he’s ever seen. He’d do it in a heartbeat; because there is nothing, nothing Dr. Zayne can’t stand more than you crying.

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tbaluver · 11 months ago

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When You're Sick- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader

genre: fluff fluff

a/n: only wrote this because i was sick for a couple of days heh (':

any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

You two were on a mission together but you noticed as the day goes by your movement has become weaker and slower. Xavier also notices that and asks if you were okay but you reassured him you were okay and brushed it off. As you both finished the mission, your headache was increasingly getting worse and your vision felt blurry. The last thing you saw was Xavier running up to you before your eyes fluttered shut.

He would carry you home and is extremely worried about your health. He just doesn't want to lose you even if it could be the smallest thing.

You would wake up to this man checking your temperature and constantly making sure you're comfortable. He would be fluffing your pillows and making sure you have plenty of blankets.

He would have accidentally bought too much medicine because he didn't know what sickness you had. His search history would be filled with how to make you feel better or what to get you.

If you were tired of being in your bed, he would carry you to the couch so you both could watch shows or movies together. He would nuzzle his head in the crook of your neck and you would freak out because you don't want to get him sick. He would reassure you and say he'll be okay.

Would have food delivered to your home so he doesn't leave your side. He would make sure the food is healthy and nutritious so you can feel better soon. He would blow the food if it was too hot and feed it to you.

Zayne:

You would cancel on him the day before your date because you felt sick and then you would find him a couple hours later outside your door with a plastic bag of medicine and goodies for you.

You knew he had work the whole night but he explained that he called off sick to take care of you. He would lecture you on being careless about your health and explain what's best to do on how to get better. He's naturally concerned when you're sick and although you can't tell from his expression, you can tell from what he does through his actions.

He would prepare you yummy and healthy meals that provide you nutrients and vitamins for a swift recovery. Would give you little praises after each bite you take and once you're finished with your food.

He would make sure that you take your daily medications and medicines. He would even give you a small treat after you take your medicine to get rid of the nasty aftertaste. He would insist on hand feeding you meals and would lecture you on how it would save your energy on recovering.

When you're sleepy, he'll place a cold washcloth on your forehead and brush any stray hairs in the way. He'll gently rub your cheek, to reassure you that he's still there while you're still asleep. Before he would change the washcloth, he would give you a kiss on the forehead before applying a new one. Since he's busy, he'll leave the medicine on the bedside table when he has to leave early in the morning. Would leave little sticky notes or put a reminder on your phone to take your medicine when he has to go back to work.

Rafayel:

He was away for a collaboration event for a couple days but you two would call and text each other to make up the missing time in person. Until you texted him that you felt sick and didn't respond for a couple hours to a day. This man was worried sick about you and he would be pacing around in his room trying to call you but it would end up right into voicemail. So when you wake up with one of the worst headaches ever, you open your phone to find many notifications all from Rafayel.

When he returns home early from the event, he'll be noticeably pouty and explain that he came back home early because he was genuinely worried something might have happened to you. You'll apologize and promise you'll make it up to him.

He would usher you back to bed and is quick to get you a drink and tuck you back in if you were cold. If you needed anything he would get it right away. He would stay close to you so he can hear you ask for anything.

Would not let you do anything other than rest. Will literally feed you with his own two hands to help you get better immediately but will playfully complain that his hand would hurt . He would get worried when you would cringe from the taste of the medicine. Lowkey worried that maybe someone is trying to assassinate you so he tries a teeny bit of your medicine and he would also cringe from it. Would try to find a better tasting medicine for you and when he doesn't, he makes sure you take a sweet treat after. He'll lowkey joke about the face you make after you take the medicine.

He would have you rest on his chest as he tells you about his trip to the event. He would get worried when you didn't respond but he looks down to see your cheek pressed against his chest and your soft snores matches the steady beat of his heart makes him relax and in awe.

Would get sick because he's all over you. Just because your sick just gives him more of a reason to be closer to you! He would get really pouty and offended if you would refuse to kiss him or give him any physical touch because you were worried he would get sick. Still would sneak kisses on your forehead or the top of your head.

Sylus:

It was the weekend and you didn't have any work. You woke up with a headache but you paid no mind to it. You tried to do your daily chores but as the minutes go by, you start to feel worse. You laid back down on your bed and pull up your phone to text Sylus but your eyes fluttered shut.

You wake up from loud noises in your home and you slowly peek out of you room with the stinging pain in your head, only to find where the noises were coming from only to find Sylus in your kitchen.

"Ah your awake. I was worried you were going to sleep the whole day." He says, putting some medicine in your cabinet. You would ask him why he came in and he would show you the keyboard smash texts you sent him before you knocked out on your bed. He also would mention that Mephisto would notice your slow movements and alerted Sylus right away. "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner." He apologizes that he had business to take care of but he brought medicine and other things that he think would help you feel better.

Seeing you in a weak state, he would get to work. He is observant and attentive to your body language. If you show any signs of discomfort he would be quick to soothe you and rub comforting shapes on your back whenever you feel nauseous.

He would carry you back to bed, preparing you fresh blankets, feeding you medicine and food. Would do anything and everything to ensure that you're feeling okay. He ignores your protest that he should also take a break but he continues to stay by your side when you wake up and when you fall asleep.

He would grab everything and anything you need so you don't have to lift a finger at all even if you say you can do it yourself. He just wants to make the whole process easy as possible for you.

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winterstelltales · 7 months ago

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Crush [Zayne x f!reader]

warnings: jealous!reader, really bad writing ig

you're not a jealous person, well, most of the times.

you just watched with amusement as the new intern ogled your boyfriend right in front of you while he checked your medical files.

it wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, zayne usually turned a lot of heads wherever he went without even noticing. still, you couldn’t help but be amazed at how oblivious he was to the intern's huge fat crush on him. or maybe he wasn’t oblivious at all and simply chose not to care, you’d never know with him.

you and zayne had been dating for some time now, while you hadn’t publicly announced your relationship to the world, a few people close to both in your life already knew that you were together. but right now you wanted nothing more than to show this woman that he was taken. that he was yours.

“miss, your arm,” the resident called you in a sweet voice, pulling your attention away from zayne. she had just finished taking the vitals and had put on some gloves. she motioned toward your injured arm, making a gesture for you to lift it.

zayne was still looking at your records with his brows drawn together. oh how bad you wanted to smooth that line in between.

you looked down at your arm, it couldn’t even be called an injury, to be honest. just a shallow cut running down your elbow to your wrist.

“ah it’s fine, it doesn’t hurt anymore…” you were saying when the man beside you suddenly turned his head with an all-familiar gaze that sent shivers down your spine which made you quickly avert your gaze.

“even a small wound can lead to an infection if not treated properly,” he says, his voice firm, “let her do her job.”

oh he was upset.

you raised your hand so she could treat your wound. her hands were cold to the touch and had a tighter grip on your uninjured skin as she began to clean the cut with antiseptic.

you sighed quietly when another intern came in, calling zayne over to check on your other colleagues injured on the mission. he spared you a glance, eyes softening before leaving.

you usually had a high pain tolerance, but you couldn’t help wincing when the resident wiped too hard with the antiseptic.

you cleared your throat slightly, “could you—um, maybe be a little gentler.”

“oh!” her eyes widened in embarrassment as she loosened her iron grip on your arm. she chuckled nervously, “sorry, i am a little nervous around blood.”

you blinked, what the fuck?

before you could say anything, she had already applied the ointment and was hurriedly wrapping a bandage around your arm. you could only watch helplessly as the bandage ended up crooked and uneven.

the curtain covering your bed suddenly opened and zayne stepped inside. his eyes narrowed at the lousy bandage on your arm.

“what is this?” you wanted to laugh at the way he asked the question.

The girl in front of you flamed red and coughed lightly before speaking.

“sorry dr. zayne…”

she says as zayne steps closer to you, “wait i’ll do it again.”

your eyes widens and you quickly looks at zayne pleadingly, shaking your head slightly.

zayne sigh heavily and gently takes your arm in his, “no need— just go help dr. greyson with the others,” he doesn't seem to be good at lecturing students too much.

you watch the girl leave in silence, but your focus is quickly pulled back by the cold touch of the surgical gloves brushing against your arm.

“i think she has a crush on you,” you grinned and said.

zayne glanced at you with a calm face, “unfortunate choice, i’m taken.”

you hum, satisfied with the answer you received. he doesn’t say a lot but unwraps the bandage wrapped around your arm and puts it aside. he is silent as he cleans the wound with precise practice, then picks up a new piece of gauze bandage and wraps it around your arm a few times before carefully tying a firm knot with his hands.

it wasn’t rare for you to see him working like this, but no matter how many times you see it, it will never be enough. his hands, even calloused and marked with scars, were far too gentle when touching you. you observe the way his lashes brush his skin, and the way his hair falls on his forehead with amazement.

“you have really long eyelashes” you blurt out and smiles when you see the tips of his ears reddening as he looks up. zayne had never been good at responding to your compliments, so he coughs and looks away.

“I see you still have the energy to talk nonsense.” he says, turning to leave.

“ah wait, it really hurts,” you suddenly cries out, squeezing your eyes shut and grabbed his hand, stopping him on his tracks.

he is in front of you in a flash, hands grabbing at your sides, “where?” his voice is filled with concern and you almost feel bad.

“here,” you speaks lowly and guides his hand towards your chest. zayne’s eyes narrows, already seeing where this is going.

“you—”

you shuffle closer to the end of the bed, looking pitiful as you speak, “this is so sad, i think only a kiss can make it better.”

“is that so?”

“yeah, on the lips,” you nodded seriously.

zayne smile tug at the corner of his lips, “but i don’t think you deserve a kiss.”

you pull at his arm, bringing him closer, “please?”

he looks at you helplessly, not having the ability to deny you.

his hand caresses the soft skin of your cheek, titling your face upwards before wrapping his lips around yours. it’s a slow kiss, sensual but not very long because he soon pulls away, but you’re faster. you grab his white lab coat and bring his face back to yours, he stumbles forward, making you lean back on the bed and steadies himself by placing his hand on the bed. his other hand pinches your waist gently.

you smile into the kiss, feeling your heartbeat rise with how close his body is to yours. zayne’s hand wanders up body, cupping your jaw and deepening the kiss when suddenly the curtain is pulled apart.

you pulls away from zayne while he closes his eyes to regain his composure. he takes a deep breath before straightening himself up and turning around.

The intern who treated your wound stood speechless for a moment, her eyes wide and red faced before squeaking out an apology and quickly running out of the room.

maybe you are a jealous person after all.

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strwberri-milk · 5 months ago

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Hello!! May I request Sylus and Zayne with a reader who gets hurt all the time? They get massive, alarming scars during their battles, and hide it from the men. When confronted about it, they beat around the bush and avoid getting it checked. What would they do in that situation?

He's not happy that you keep trying to hide your injuries from him. He knows that you're hurt, you know he knows you're hurt, but you're still deciding to be stubborn and refuse to actually do anything about the fact that you totally need some medical attention.

If you don't want to see medical professionals he'll take it into his hands. Zayne, of course, is a medical professional so letting him take a look at your wounds isn't a bad thing. He knows what he's doing and you know you're in safe hands. He does scold you a lot as he's treating you though, telling you that you're being wildly irresponsible and will get yourself killed like this.

Sylus doesn't lecture you but he isn't going to be gentle with you. He won't go out of his way to hurt you but you do know from the knit of his brow and the way he isn't saying much too you that he isn't happy. He does what he can which is honestly, a lot, but also insists that you need to see an actual doctor despite your protests. He'll at least tell them to do a house call so you can be more comfortable, staying by your side as he gives the doctor a comprehensive medical history despite your protests. You do feel a sense of warmth in your chest at the sight though, knowing that he's doing this all because of how much he cares for you.

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band--psycho · 9 months ago

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Zayne x Reader - Stitches

Part one of my 'They find out you got hurt on a mission' series. This will include Zayne, Sylus, Xavier and Rafayel! I'll be posting the other stories over the next few days, please let me know if you want to be tagged in any of them!

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Warnings: Injuries, needles, injuries being stitched

The moment Zayne was notified that you were in the hospital because of a mission, he pretty much dropped everything.

Was it his only day off in god knows how long?

Yes.

Did he care?

No.

The only thing he cared about in that moment, was you.

Greyson had informed him that your injuries weren’t too bad; you weren’t going to die from them, you just needed to rest for a little while, but that still didn’t stop Zayne from breaking a few speed limits on the way to the hospital.

“Does it really need to be stitched?” he heard you ask when he reached your room; easily noticing the panic in your voice.

You were a hunter, and a good one at that, not much scared you, except for two things; spiders and needles.

“I can do it,” he said; emerging from behind the open door.

The nurse who was going to stitch you up didn’t argue with him, she just gave you both a polite smile before walking out of the door.

Leaving you alone with Zayne.

“Zayne-” you quizzically asked, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you looked at him; you were told it was his day off today. And in all honesty, you were somewhat relieved when you found this out, not wanting to have a lecture about why going on a solo mission was a bad idea.

He walked around to the other side of the bed; his eyes narrowing at the wound on your leg.

It wasn’t the worst wound he’d seen; not by a long shot, but it was a deep cut and he could only imagine how much it was hurting you.

“I thought it was your day off,” you continued, watching as he picked up the needles from the sterilized metal tray on the table next to you.

“It is,” he answered simply, picking up the thread, slipping it through the needle with ease.

“Then why are you-”

You felt your words trail off as he put some surgical gloves on and sat on the side of the bed, hovering the needle over your wound.

You knew this was going to hurt; it always did, especially seeing as you hadn’t any anesthetic to numb the area; that would’ve just meant more needles and you didn’t want that.

You just wanted to get this wound stitched up so you could go home.

“You need to relax,” Zayne said, his voice softer this time, as he lightly pushed the needle into your skin.

“I’m trying,” you sighed, closing your eyes and taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm yourself down and block out the pain.

“What happened?” he asked; hoping that his question may help to distract you from the stitching he was doing.

Normally something like this could be treated in minutes; but because you were so scared of needles he didn’t want to rush you, especially seeing as you’d had no medication to numb the pain. But he also thought that sitting in complete silence would only allow your brain to focus more on the pain.

“A wanderer caught me off guard,” you explained simply, purposefully leaving out the fact that you went there on your own.

He glanced up at you with an almost knowing look before turning his attention back to stitching your wound, “Where was your partner?”

There it was.

The question you were dreading.

“I uh-” you began; hissing as the needle went through the middle of your wound, “I was on my own.”

Zayne wasn’t surprised by your answer; the whole reason why hunters teamed up was to prevent things like this from happening, and if you were hurt he knew that your partner would be here with you, either injured themselves or here to support you.

But instead you were alone.

“You know you shouldn’t go on missions alone,” he pointed out; and you did. You knew it was risky, hunting down wanderers on your own always was and you certainly didn’t make a habit of doing it; based on what you’d read in the report, you thought you could handle it.

And for the most part you did; it was just that one wanderer that had been lurking behind you; you knew it was there, but by the time you’d turned around and fired your first shit at it, it was already too late.

It was a lucky hit. That was all; and you defeated it just like you had all the rest.

“I know,” you said knowingly, trying to ignore the pain that was rushing through your leg.

Only a few more seconds had passed before the wound on your leg was all stitched up courtesy of Zayne; it still hurt, a lot, but at least this way it wasn’t going to bleed anymore.

“Don’t go on a mission alone again,” he started, placing the needle back down on the tray next to you before removing his gloves, “if you need help, call me,”

A small smile came onto your face; but Zayne was no hunter, he was a doctor, it wasn’t his job to do that, and that’s why she softly replied back to him “Zayne, that’s sweet but you’re not hunter, it’s not your job to help me,”

“No, it’s my job to look after you and keep you safe,” he rebutled; meeting your eyes before glancing down at the wound on your leg; it was going to scar, but the scar should fade in time; and he’d done his best to make sure that the stitch was as neat as it possibly could be.

“You were lucky this time,” he continued, his fingers lightly hovering over the wound, a million different scenarios rushing through his mind about what could’ve happened ....you could’ve died… “what if you’re not next time?”

He knew the risk of being a hunter.

He knew that sometimes things happened that were out of your control.

He also knew that you were a great hunter; but if today had proven anything, it was that solo missions were a bad idea, no matter how skilled you were.

“Zayne-” you began, but your words trailed off when he placed his hand softly on yours; “No more solo missions.”

He wasn’t asking you, he was pleading with you, and that’s when you noticed the worry forming in his eyes.

“No more solo missions,” you repeated with a small smile, hoping that that would be enough to ease his worry.

And to an extent it was; he still worried about you of course, but he hoped your words were true, and that if anything like this happened again, you’d call him.

And regardless of what he was doing; he’d be there, to protect you.

Always.

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astracora · 6 months ago

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Turning Point - Part 1

Characters: Poly!LADs x gn!mc (MC POV/Sylus-centric POV)

Warnings: Lots of hurt/tiny bit of comfort, Injuries, Angst, Loss of Arm, Lots of emotional struggle with disability.

Word Count: 3517

Written: 3rd January 2025

Notes: Pre-relationship with gn!MC with all LADs, with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in. Unnamed MC, but using my personal MC's basic appearance and adjusted backstory. I take some liberties with what the game offers me. I find Sylus easier to write, but all LADs are present. Don't ask me if I'm working through some stuff... I can't say I'm not. This is Pre-Cat Curse. I'll try to do the more comfort, actual communication part sometime soon.

Now Playing: The Foundations of Decay, by My Chemical Romance

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When you close your eyes it's all you can see. The metal bar through your shoulder. The debris crushing your arm.

You can't feel it anymore.

But you can see it.

You hate Mysts. You hate EVER. You hate that you fucked up and let your guard down. Falling for a trap you're not even sure was for you, or just some fucked up experiment they'd been carrying out with their new toys.

You hate that you woke up changed, you hate that when you'd seen hospital walls you'd expected to see Caleb there like he was throughout your teen years. Or Zayne, clipboard in hand, ready to lecture you on being more careful, on taking care of yourself.

You hate that Jenna sent you home, for the foreseeable future, to recover. To do your stupid physical therapy. To sit at home and stare at yourself in the mirror. Aches and pains and phantoms lurking over your limbs, your shoulder.

You hate having to lock Mephisto out, drawing your curtains. You hate pretending you're not in, whenever Xavier comes knocking. You hate switching off your phone so Rafayel can't contact you.

You hate being this weak, useless creature.

You hate the core in your chest.

You hate what made you like this.

You hate that your instinct is to run away and hide.

A wounded cat in an alleyway, lying down in a corner, hoping the heat of your fur doesn't fade.

Hoping you don't freeze to death where no one thinks to look for you.

You hate that even when you wish someone would find you, only one person ever made sure to look, and he's gone.

You feel like you did when you watched your home disappear into flames, you feel that horrible acrid disgust in your stomach. The feeling that if you could kill what made you feel like this, you'd be alright again. You'd be able to breathe again.

The feeling that dropped you into The Nest with no concern for yourself, just a goal in mind.

The feeling that put you into Sylus' lap, gun in hand, snarling.

You feel like you did when you were told by Dr Noah that there was no cure for what lurked in your heart, that it could kill you, that no one could tell you when.

The feeling that had you abandoning any vision of a future.

The feeling that sat you in front of Caleb, wounds bleeding over his hands, because then you felt something else.

You don't have the name for them, they have been constant companions throughout your life, but you don't even know their names. You're so very tired of them, though. Wishing that they would leave you be, to let something lighter and warmer settle where they once sat.

Choosing your family, however, is often difficult.

The room is dark around you, every curtain drawn, all the lights turned off. Huddling in the corner of your bedroom, blanket wrapped firmly over your body so you can't see. Can't look and see every mottled bruise, every uneven harsh scar, every bloody bandage that you can't bear to change.

The place your arm used to be.

If you look away, if you don't stare at it, if you focus really hard, you can feel it.

You can pretend…

Even if the pain bites at your shoulder.

Even when the medication you can't make yourself take without throwing up, stares at you across the room. Where you'd thrown it in your trembling hand. Limbs so weak, walking aches every step.

You'd fallen to the floor, curled up and stayed.

You think you should be crying, but you can't seem to feel anything other than those old feelings and the pain. Like they're keeping you tethered to this reality. Chains around you, digging into your throat, tearing at soft skin.

Part of you is aware you have to keep moving, if you don't take care of yourself… you'll see Caleb sooner than you should. That he'd be sad that you stopped trying. That moving forwards is important. That there's still good you can do, meaning to be found.

It's the last logical strain of your mind that reminds you people will eventually find you, if you fade to nothing here. That they'll be hurt.

Even worse if it's Tara… Zayne… Xavier… Rafayel… Sylus…

It's only a small voice, easily ignored, in favour of fighting against the chains around your neck. Trying to keep you here, in a world you don't want to be in. In a reality that keeps ripping at you.

So you shrink in on yourself, flinching when you try to tighten a hand you've lost around the soft wool of the blanket, and curl inwards.

It has to get better. Quieter.

It has to.

—-----

Sylus stands outside the apartment door, staring at it. His knocks have gone ignored, his messages unread. Mephisto hasn't been able to even spot a hair on your head. He's not used to not knowing where you are, to not being able to keep track of you. Even if you don't respond, he at least knows if you're safe.

You've made no indication that you don't want him around, ever since that moment you'd rushed across a crossing to demand he never disappear on you, you'd not pushed him away.

He can't think of anything he's done that will have changed that. At least, he's almost sure he hasn't… The idea that he has sinks into his gut, twisting and biting like an agitated snake.

If he's to be devoured by any snake, it needs to be you and your EVOL link.

He's staring at the handle, wondering whether to snap the thing, or break into your security system. There's other hunters in the apartment block, the longer he stands out here the bigger the risk.

Of course, if he's caught breaking in… that would be another thing.

Perhaps if your balcony is unlocked, he can use his EVOL to get to you that way.

Why did he never register himself into your security system before now?

"Oi."

He's surprised that someone could sneak up on him, he's less surprised when he sees the wanted Lemurian standing behind him. Turning, the bright eyed fish is staring, "You here for any particular reason, or are you staring at doors for fun?"

Sylus can read the wariness in his eyes, he knows of your companions, he's got a good database of information about them, this one is the one with the most amount of secrets. Even parts he can't dig up. There's a small flicker of recognition in the fish's eyes as he looks at him, an acknowledgment that means Sylus has been figured out.

Though he doesn't feel a threat from it. There's recognition and then there's being made. Whatever the fish wants, it's nothing to do with him. He wonders if you've talked about him at all.

He wants to test it. "Skye." Hand extended, "I'm looking for the little kitten who lives here."

There's another flicker, and this one he doesn't understand, but it softens the glare a little bit, "Rafayel. So you're that friend of Cuties. I'm here looking for them too." This time his glare turns into a frown, disgruntled, agitated.

There's a lot Sylus can read. The fish, Rafayel, is struggling to balance all the feelings he's drowning with.

"So, have they responded to you at all?"

"No."

The frown on Rafayel's face is familiar, Sylus has seen it in his mirror, after staring at all the unread messages, after finding Mephisto without information yet again.

It's been days, and he knows he can't give you space anymore. While he respects your boundaries, he knows there's always a very real risk you could disappear. It might not always be a conscious choice you make. He doesn't want you dying in an alley alone.

If you're going to die, you're going to die with him, in his arms, with company.

He imagines those around you, feel much the same.

"Me too." This time he does hear the approach. Two sets of footsteps. When he turns, he picks out your hunter partner, and your doctor. The two look frazzled. Like they've run here.

The doctor wipes his forehead, as he looks over at Sylus and Rafayel, he doesn't have the same reaction to him that Rafayel did, but his sharp features are not welcoming. The hunter on the other hand, stops, hand flashing in light, and Sylus gets a jolt of 'danger', before it fades.

Bright blue eyes widen a little bit, and then the hand relaxes, looking at the little crow phone charm dangling from Sylus' phone that sits in his hand. Quiet. Lonely.

"Why are you here?" The edge doesn't leave the hunters voice, but the words are aimed specifically at Sylus.

He lets himself laugh, a huff of air, rather than any real humour, "Now, now Crown Prince. I'm not the enemy. I'm… a friend."

He watches the hand tense, light flickering again, blue sharpening into ice. Ah, Philos. Always did make the most easily tormented creatures.

"Crown Prince?" The doctor turns his head to the hunter, who huffs, turning his head away.

"We have more important things to think about now, don't we?" Sylus offers, somewhat a truce. If he can get to his kitten, he doesn't really care if he has to tolerate the prince. Or the fish… or the doctor with the pretty forest eyes.

There's bigger problems. The door.

The hunter wavers, looking at the door, protective, ready to fight if he has to. Sylus thinks he resembles a knight, more than a prince. Perhaps they all are in some way. Rushing to the door of their reckless little hunter.

"Are you-"

"Friends." Sylus interrupts the doctor, "Skye."

"Rafayel."

The prince stays quiet, introductions clearly done in the past.

The doctor nods, "Zayne, I've heard of you all. Very well." He indicates the files he's holding, "We have returned from the Association. They were injured in the line of duty, they were sent to a specialist, and have since returned and been taken off active duty until they have fully recovered."

Injured.

Taken off active duty.

Sylus tries to take the information in, but he gets distracted by the tense line of the doctor's jaw.

"You're angry."

The doctor blinks, turning his head away a little, "I don't know what you mean."

Rafayel peeks over, head tilted, "I'd be angry too, if as their doctor, cutie didn't come to me."

Ah, he watches Zayne glare at the fish, before he straightens himself out, so that's it. The doctor feels unwanted.

Helpless.

Sylus is familiar with the feeling, even if he hates it. He has to defeat it. He has to make sure this does not happen again.

"Well, best go greet kitten then."

He hears someone mutter, "Kitten?" behind him, but he's buoyed by the information that his kitten isn't just running away from him needlessly. You need help, you need support. You're hurt.

So he reaches over to the security lock on your door, and with his EVOL, crushes it inside out. Pushing the door open.

"Well shit." The fish speaks, "You really are him, huh?"

"The one and only, fish." Sylus shoots back, but doesn't stop. Pushing through the door and entering the apartment.

He makes a note to fix your door as soon as this is over.

It's no surprise Mephisto can't see you, the place is dark. His eyes flicker around the room, he hears the doctor knock into something, and the prince uses his EVOL to give them a floating star to illuminate.

Sylus feels like he should be making notes, these people are the closest people to his kitten, other than the other hunters you're closest to. Every bit of information he has about you, builds that puzzle up, but he notices blood on the floor.

Bandages torn and ripped.

Things knocked off sides, scattered to the floor.

"Cutie?" The fishes voice rises in concern, moving ahead of them, to walk over to the bedroom.

There's a twitch to Sylus' fingers that is unfamiliar. Fear making his EVOL flicker and flare, ready. He thinks it's close to fury.

Whoever did this, he'll find, and he'll make sure they can never do it again.

When they enter the bedroom, you're there. Curled on your side, blanket soaked through with sweat and blood. Eyes flickering around you weakly. Zayne stops walking, picking up a prosthetic from where it's been thrown across the room. Hands shaking as he turns it, then turns his gaze back to you.

Sylus is hard to throw off, he's not used to seeing you hurting. You have often hidden your wounds from him, he's always had to follow you, or chase you down to be there when you need a hand. You push him away if he gives you the choice, when it comes to support. You fiercely lick your own wounds, and pretend you're fine.

He remembers the snarl in your throat when you pressed a gun to his head, demanding absolution and justice for the death of those you cared about.

Despite his aching heart for the way you hissed 'Monster' at him, your fire was always delicious to taste. Even if it scorched his mouth.

You were never this. This small, shivering kitten, huddling further away from him when he steps forwards. A hurt, broken mewl out of your mouth.

The light flicks on, and you cry out, covering yourself fully with the blanket. Struggling in the process.

It gives him a chance to really take everything in, and he wishes the light had stayed off.

A bloody handprint is on the floor, before it drags away, like a claw. There are old bandages, caked in blood and dried up, around you. Medication packets thrown across the room. Your blanket is dirty and the smell indicates you haven't moved, or showered, or done anything but ache and bleed.

He wants to approach you, but the shivering… he looks at the doctor, "Do something." His voice isn't as hard as he wants it to be, it's fragile and… weak, and he doesn't want it to be weak. He needs to be strong, he has to be strong. You need him to be strong.

Zayne doesn't need urging, he approaches you carefully, a hand settles gently on your blanketed form. You jerk away, a dry sob ripping its way out of your misused voice.

"Darling. Come on, let me see."

Rafayel and Xavier hover on the edges. Sylus thinks he might look like them. Unsure, worried, trembling. Fear in their gut.

So this is what love can do, when it hurts.

You always bring new things into his life, he just wishes it was not at your expense.

At your pain.

Sylus grabs the prince's wrist, "Come."

Xavier tenses, but nods stiffly, following him. Rafayel looks at you, as Zayne coaxes you from the blanket to check on you, and though his feet struggle to move, he follows as well.

When he has led them into another room, he begins to pick things up off the floor. "Help me." He doesn't offer anything else, this is too much even for him. He doesn't want to open his feelings up to them, no matter how important they are to you. He needs to do something, though, and until he can get information out of you, he can't deal with who hurt you.

He can't do what he wants to do. Bleed, and rip, and tear, and destroy.

He can't burn whatever touched you.

Sylus is relieved when they follow him, the hunter knows where things are in your home. The fish busies himself with looking through your fridge for anything that past its best by date. He doesn't find anything, so orders from his phone.

They have to eat, he'd muttered to himself.

Sylus has never heard a siren's voice break before.

He wonders if you sound as beautiful when you cry, and let him hear.

The cleaning is methodical, though the scent of your blood doesn't ease away. He has to open a window, to air the place out, before it stops suffocating him. He's irritated by the hunger it incites in his stomach. Like he wants to bury his face into the bloody bandages and taste them.

A feeling of greed and hunger he doesn't seem able to fully get rid of. No matter how much he wants to need you in every other way than this.

When food arrives, Rafayel takes it into the kitchen, easing himself into cooking basic fish soup. The smell replaces the scent of blood, and Sylus can breathe easier.

While the fish and the prince are busy, and the worst of the mess is cleaned. Including broken shards of glass, and smashed photo frames. Sylus walks closer to the bedroom. He wants to just clean up the mess in there, so you can exist, and not see blood everywhere. Instead, he finds you, blanket pulled down, while the doctor wipes blood from around your shoulder.

His feet pause, and he meets your mismatched eyes. Scars ripping through the side of your face.

"Kitten." He exhales, and watches as you flinch, trying to bury yourself back in the blanket. The doctor takes your face in his hands, breathes with you, and soothes the hackles rising.

"It's alright."

"Don't look." You croak out, pleading at Sylus, both of them. Begging them not to see you.

He sighs, and he approaches, kneeling in front of you, hand reaching out to take your one. Soothing the flinch, the hair raising, with a steady pressure of his thumb against your skin. "Now kitten, I always want to look at you. You know that."

Your eyes glisten with tears, before you look back at Zayne, sniffling through the pain, "Hurts."

The doctor nods, "I'll need to resuture some of your wounds, I brought my tools with me, but you will need to go back into the hospital for checkups." When you try to pull away, both he and Zayne keep a handle on you. So you can't escape, so you can't fall back. So you can't stumble.

"You also need to start your therapy, if you avoid it, you will struggle even more."

"No." You snap, biting at the bit. Sylus thinks if you had a dragon's teeth, you'd sharpen them against their flesh. "I don't want it, I don't need it."

"You do need it." The doctor's brow furrows, frustration coming through his face. At himself? At you? At this situation? Sylus' couldn't tell, maybe all of it. "You need to take care of yourself."

They're both surprised when you hiccup, when your sob lets itself out. When you fall forwards. He watches your shoulder flinch, and your hand pulls out of his to cover your face, and you shatter.

Sobbings, breaking, choking on air.

He isn't sure what he's supposed to do, but he doesn't get much time to think. You're pulled forward by the doctor, into both of their arms, due to how close they are. His arm hooks around you, balancing you, so they both can hold you. The smell of blood tickles his nose again, but this time, he buries his nose in your neck. You smell like they've pulled you back from decaying, and it hurts the heart he gave to you so many years ago.

Eventually you settle, breathing again for them, fingers trembling where your hand is trapped between their bodies.

When you pull away, tears have streaked down your face, smearing dirt across your cheeks. Zayne reaches his hand out to wipe away some of it, but he lets out a soft sigh, "We need to get you cleaned up so I can take care of you."

Your eyes downcast, staring at the floor. You look ashamed, and it bites at Sylus' heels, so he presses a kiss against your cheek. Which makes the look morph to shock. "We can get the fish if that helps, I'm sure he'll make sure you don't drown."

The nod is weak, tired and worn, even though he watches your eyes flicker to your wounds, to your shoulder, back to him. Like you're realising it means someone else seeing you.

He wishes you'd see yourself the way he sees you. The way he can tell the doctor sees you. The way he's sure the prince and the fish see you.

It's not enough to tell you, though, you have to learn it yourself. So he stands, stopping momentarily when your hand tightens against his shirt, eyes widening. He watches the scar tissue tug, he watches the hand tremble where its grasping him. So he puts his over it, "I'm not leaving, kitten. When you're clean, when you're stitched back up, we'll talk, and eat. Alright?"

Sylus feels the heat settle around his heart, like your hand is holding it, when you nod. A tiny bit of fire returning to you.

To the tenacious light of your eyes.

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hellcatinnc · 1 year ago

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Guys Of Love & Deepspace Perfect Partner - SFW Edition

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Warning This includes: SFW(Read Tags Before Continuing)

Tags: sfw, fluff, romantic, cuddles, snuggling, romance, poetry, kisses, french kissing, breakfast in bed, pet names, cuddles from nightmares, taking care of you when your sick, care, cooking together, food, movie watching

Feature: x Fem! Reader

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Zayne

He challenges your mind and can talk to you about some of the most interesting things at times, however he can also bore you sometimes if he gets too lost in his medical advisories

if you ask nicely he will let you lay in his arms as he reads to you may not always be what you want to hear but its his way of comforting you

if you fall asleep on the couch he will carry you to bed and tuck you in, he doesn't want you getting chilly and catching cold

he will make you soup and make sure to have medicines on hand for you when your sick

he is the guy that when he kisses you he will always caress your cheek first before engulfing your lips into his

kissing is how he expresses his feelings sometimes when words escape him or he has a hard time expressing them. If he french kisses you while already kissing you then he is showing you the passion you bring out in him

he loves to take you to nice restaurants ones you been wanting to try and the money isn't a issue and he always pays even when you try he will take care of it before you even get a chance to try. He knows you don't have the money his job has and he wants to spend it on whatever your heart wants.

he loves taking you on vacations when his work allows its and tries to make as much time as he can to be on those vacations longer than just a day.

Even though he doesn't always show it due to lack there of knowing how to express how he feels sometimes, he is a doctor because he does care about people but he cares about you more than any of them and you should never forget that.

Most times he will use your name and not pet names but if your good and you beg him to show the endearments you might get him to call you honey or dear but in the bedroom you might just get called kitten if you ask nicely

he gives you the silent treatment when he is mad, but he can't stay mad with you long especially if you bug him and try to cuddle and kiss him he will forgive you in no time

he lectures you because he cares when it comes to your health and how you eat, granted you have to tune him out most times when you want that sweet piece of cake or that bowl of ice cream but he means well.

he is the guy that will put his coat around you when your cold

he carries candy with him all the time and in certain moments that may stress you out he will simply pull one out to make you smile again even if only for a little while

he has a sweet tooth but he tries to keep that from anyone knowing because well he is a heart doctor and telling people whats not healthy and to stay away from would just make him look like a hypocrite

he is very subtle when he does little things to impress you or let you know he cares, if you don't know him well enough you will miss these hints

he will carry an umbrella on rainy days and even when you forget yours, he may not say anything to you but when it starts pouring down he will just open his umbrella and put it over both of your heads

when he doesn't think your looking he will smile if nothing but for a moment because even though he spends so much time babbling about what you should do to change trust me he wants you just the way you are flaws and all even though he can't say it....yet!

he will call you after a late night at the hospital especially after a stressful day and although its a short call and you don't know why he is calling but its because after all the stress in his day your the only one that makes his heart a little lighter

he loves making little snow creatures for you to hold on to when he can't always be with you

he loves cats they fascinate him he loves to watch them as they bask in the sunlight or lay under a table. the first animal you two will probably get will be a cat

he likes sending you text messages some that are meaningless but they make him smile even if you can't always see him smile

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Rafayel

He always spoons you every night before sleep

he is very romantic a bit of a hopeless romantic

loves to call you pet names like darling, baby, and honey

breakfast in bed when you worked so hard the day before

will run you bubble bath after a long day

never forgets birthdays, anniversaries, and especially not valentines' day this man lives for these holidays to shower you with gifts

he will stay by your side when your sick taking care of all your needs

he can be clingy but honestly in a good way its part of his charm

he does have abandonment issues but this means when he is loyal to you he will never ever leave you as long as you never leave him

he has lower self esteem than you think he does, he flirts and comes off that he has it all together but when he is vulnerable you can see the scared little boy under it all afraid to live without you and afraid he will mess it up and you leave

he will fall asleep with his head on your lap or lean against you so you can rub his hair

he may seem like a baby girl but down deep he really is just a genuine guy, yes a bit flirty but its all fluff to make you notice him because when you make those advances back you will leave him flustered.

he is very caring and will always be compassionate with your needs

he will always protect you and keep you safe. He is that guy that will pull you into his arms to shelter you from harm, or jump in front of a bullet if he feels its to save your life

he will fall asleep sitting on the couch, in a chair or against the wall because you had to work late and he refuses to go to bed without you.

he is the guy who likes matching shirts, or ones that say he is your is prince and your his princess

he will hold you hand any chance he gets but you can't just drop his hand whenever you want, when he slides his fingers between yours this isn't jsut regular pda he is telling you no matter where you are...you complete him!

he is the guy that will bring you an umbrella then pray you will put it aside and stand in the pouring rain with him. He will be that guy from romantic movie clique where he will pull you close while you are soaked to kiss your lips so tenderly you almost lose your breath.

he is very loyal and if he makes a promise its set in stone if he has to move heaven on earth or dive the lowest depths of the ocean he will make it happen

loves to recite poetry to you to show you his affection

he loves to give you compliments daily like your beautiful, stunning, a model or anything that makes you smile because that was his goal all along. He will do anything for that smile, that smile that you show to only him, its like no other smile that lights up your face and only he notices the difference.

He loves when you tell him about your day if you spend with friends or what not but he does get jealous if they made you smile because really he wants to be the only one that makes you smile. Then he might get pouty and ask if he can join next time.

he will take you to play the claw machine just so he can win every one of the plushies for you

he will take you to the arcade and he will play every game that gives him tickets so he can turn it in and surprise you with something you wanted from the prizes

he can be greedy when it comes to you, he is a introvert anyways so if he could keep you to himself and never share you well he would be in heaven

he likes to be playful in your banter with him he just enjoys this time together this is how he knows your the woman he wants to spend his life growing old with...yes he has been thinking about popping the question way before he should but he is waiting for the time to be the most romantic and when he doesn't think he will scare you away. Know this though he would have already married you if you would have let him.

he will carry your bags with no complaint

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Xavier

He likes to have a romantic night under the stars just you and him and a blanket with your favorite champagne or wine

he will keep the house clean and in order for you if your sick and can't do it because he knows it will be helpful for you

he will cook you a meal and alternate nights of when you cook and do the dishes however he isn't the best cook so be prepared to watch or help one

picnics are cute and sweet and he loves laying in the sunlight with you taking it all in and making memories

he is a good listener since he doesn't talk unless he needs to. He will lay with you for hours as you tell him the good and the bad in your day without every interrupting you or changing the subject.

he tries to be an optimist to keep you level when you feel like the world is caving in on you

when you cry he will be the first there to wipe those tears off your face and make sure you feel validated

he does have a mischievous/cheeky side to him that comes out when you least expect it

he will spend all day playing the claw machine even if he doesn't always understand the mechanics just so he can get the plushie you wanted most

he will turn on the shower and get your towel and stuff together just so you can have a nice hot shower...he might join you though ;)

he will go grocery shopping with you and carry those bags of groceries even though he complains a bit he really means nothing by it more of a banter than anything

he likes when you tug his shirt to let him know you don't want him to leave even if you didn't say it

he likes a good movie on the couch cuddled up next to you, after all the work he does everyday this is perfect way to relax with you in his arms.

he won't tell you but when you feed him things like strawberries by mouth you think he is focusing on the strawberries instead its the feel of your fingers touching his lips which make him want to kiss you, then when you put them in your mouth he can't take it any longer he will pull you in for a kiss by then.

he doesn't mind watching chic flicks with you and you talking about the lead actor being hot but he will sit there and tell you why all the reasons he is a better hunter and that this guy you find so hot to be the most horrible hunter he had ever seen...the green eyed devil bites him from time to time

when you fall asleep on him in a movie he will carry you to bed and tuck you in, he won't linger but thats because he respects you in that way

if you have a night mare he will run to your side comforting you. he will tuck your hair behind your ear, turn on the light by your bedside table and let you tell him about it, then he will tuck you back in bed and hold you the rest of the night to watch over you while you sleep

he likes to pick at you at times, like one night he woke you and you were calling his name, he reminded you that dreams are what you think about all day he will tell you with a joke that he knows now you were pining for him all day this is just some of his banter and fun ways he picks on you

when your hands are cold he will intertwine his fingers in your and rub them getting them nice and warm for you

if you find yourself in the hospital he will sit right there with you until your feeling better and can go home he will be very stern but thats cause he cares so if the doctor says lay down he will make sure you do if they say don't talk he will put his finger over your mouth to hush you. this is the serious side of him you never knew was there but he is worried cause you are in the hospital

he can be very over protective at times

when he has alone time with you he doesn't want to share it so he will mute your phone and his if it gets too annoying he will turn them off this is his time right now

he loves to snuggle into your lap and nuzzle into you this is the time you get to feel the closest to him, this is that bit of him thats vulnerable, that part that will admit that in his lifetime he has never met someone as special and as important to him as you are to him

he loves to sleep but has a hard time sleeping most places cause he always has his guard up but when he is in your arms he sleeps the best, soundly and feels safe with you even if he thinks he is the more skilled fighter

if you have something on your mouth he will lean into wipe it from your lips stealing a kiss while he is already there

he is very confident in himself even though he doesn't do well with others most times he is still comfortable in his own skin especially since your beside him touching that very skin as he loves when your caress his hands and arms when you are cuddled in a blanket on a cold day

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crimsonbubble · 2 months ago

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ATZ AS L&DS LOVE INTERESTS

- this is all for fun and my personal opinions -

YUNHO AS ZAYNE - "The Scholar of Starlight and Soft Promises"

Colour Palette: Cool greys, crisp white, muted navy, soft coffee brown, sterile blue

Moodboard Vibes: White lab coats with rolled sleeves, steaming lattes during midnight study sessions, gentle hands checking vitals, stacks of medical journals and highlighted textbooks, gloved fingers tracing holograms or brushing hair aside, pinky promises in the dark, cold morning air against warm skin

Interest Vibes: Medicine, soft-spoken lectures, slow jazz playlists, ethical dilemmas in sci-fi worlds, gentle physical touch as love language

Why It Fits: Yunho as Zayne becomes a med-student-turned-space-doctor archetype — brilliant, gentle, and incredibly devoted. He doesn’t just save lives, he remembers your coffee order, holds your hand when words fail, and stands by your side through late-night emergencies and quiet stargazing. His love is steady, clinical in precision, but emotionally luminous.

MINGI AS SYLUS - "The Velvet Rebel with a Crow’s Heart"

Colour Palette: Blood red, charcoal black, faded lilac, ivory, pale silver

Moodboard Vibes: Gloved hands holding tight in secret corners, late-night diner visits with strange plushes and inside jokes, gothic window light on abandoned ballroom floors, crows reading poetry, pressed flowers in old books, dried blood on silk | laughter drawn in frost, silver-haired defiance under moonlight

Interest Vibes: Abandoned places, classic horror novels, protective gestures masked by sarcasm, sketching symbols in condensation, drinking coffee with too much sugar

Why It Fits: Mingi as Sylus becomes a tender-hearted menace, layered in leather and shadows but secretly yearning for connection. He’s the kind of rebel who’ll burn the world down for you — and then nervously serve you pancakes shaped like cats. The edge is real, but so is the softness buried deep, wrapped in humor and loyalty.

TOPAZ AS RAFAYEL - "The Obsession That Paints You Into Forever”

Colour Palette: Rose blush, dusty mauve, muted charcoal, sculptural white, ink black, soft pinks

Moodboard Vibes: Clay-streaked fingers moulding fragile beauty, studio light pouring over marble busts and sketchbooks, smudged ink on love letters never sent, pink hoodies thrown over paint-stained overalls, flowers blooming in paint water jars, hands reaching across shadows, trembling with meaning

Interest Vibes: Greek mythology reinterpreted through art, painting to feel instead of explain, animated storytelling, sketching someone from memory, teasing banter that means more than it lets on

Why It Fits: Hongjoong is the brooding sculptor — the mastermind of control and craving, where every chisel stroke hides a thousand feelings. He captures you in his art and never lets you go. Wooyoung is the vivid muse and secret romantic—emotional chaos in pink and laughter, who brings colour to obsession and softness to madness. Together as Rafayel, they are intoxicating: love that’s overwhelming, all-consuming, but achingly beautiful — like paint under your nails and a hand you’ll never stop reaching for.

JONGSANG AS XAVIER- “The Quiet Stars That Know Your Every Move”

Colour Palette: Deep navy, starlight gold, ivory white, soft beige, powder blue, shadowed green

Moodboard Vibes: Interlocking pinkies under starlit skies, white chess pieces mid-game, untouched but watching, field grass swaying in moonlit silence, pressed blue flowers between pages of unsent letters, star maps and constellations only they can read, voices lowered to a whisper that still carries weight.

Interest Vibes: Strategic minds wrapped in soft hearts, nighttime walks without speaking, choosing loyalty like a chess move, knowing love through quiet presence, strength that doesn’t need to shout

Why It Fits: Yeosang is the observant tactician — gentle in tone but sharp in intuition, who reads you like a poem in a forgotten language. His silence isn’t cold — it’s careful. Jongho is the steady protector, unshakable like a rook, but his gaze softens when it lands on you. He’ll carry your burdens in silence, just to keep your path clear. Together as Xavier, they’re the guardians of sacred love, bonded by trust, timing, and the soft gravity of something written in stars — not loud, but absolutely certain.

SANHWA AS CALEB - “The Love That Grew Up With You”

Colour Palette: Soft beige and tan, ivory white, pastel pinks and greens, ink black, silver grey

Moodboard Vibes: Handwritten love letters folded into shirt pockets, your partner gently tying your shoes before you even ask, pastel bouquets left on your doorstep “just because”, old-school camcorders capturing unspoken glances, a single crisp apple swaying from a summer tree, childhood laughter echoing through flower-lined fields, a camera roll full of blurry, perfect memories

Interest Vibes: Long walks with no destination, brushing dirt off your knee, creating mixtapes you’ll never admit you stayed up making, protecting innocence while growing through everything, being each other's home

Why It Fits: Seonghwa is the gentle hands and steady heart — the kind of love that braids your pain into something beautiful. He remembers what makes you smile and leaves light wherever he goes. San is sunshine with roots—energetic, warm, and deeply devoted. He holds onto every shared childhood memory like a promise. He makes you feel seen in a way no one else ever has. Together as Caleb, they are the soft kind of forever — the boy who held your hand when you were five and never really let go. Their love is patient, personal, and pure magic in quiet motion.

#bubbly speaks <3 #ateez #ateez x reader #ateez hongjoong #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #ateez san #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez jongho #hongjoong x reader #seonghwa x reader #yunho x reader #yeosang x reader #san x reader #mingi x reader #wooyoung x reader #jongho x reader

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lvrgurlblobbu · 5 months ago

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maybe next time?

college!zayne x fem!reader

⤿ CW: pure fluff!

⤿ word count: 2.3k

⤿ second part of code love series | previous part > next

ao3.

It’s been a week since you last saw Zayne, you’ve been going to the cafe where you saw him for the first time hoping that you’ll come across him again. But in the span of one week, you never saw him again.

What makes it worse is that you didn’t even know his major. You have no way of knowing where to look. The university’s campus is large, and without a clue as to where he spends his time, you feel like you’re grasping at straws. If only you had asked him just one more question, something, anything that could’ve given you a direction.

Today, though, was different. Your professor dismissed the class early due to an urgent meeting, leaving you with an unexpected chunk of free time. The lecture hall empties quickly, with students chatting amongst themselves and heading off to their next commitments. You sit there for a moment, gathering your things, the familiar hum of idle conversation swirling around you, but your thoughts remain focused elsewhere. You sling your bag over your shoulder, letting out a soft sigh. Another day of fruitless searching. It’s starting to feel hopeless, like you’re just waiting for a chance that might never come.

Just as you’re about to leave, a voice calls out from behind you.

“Still thinking about that guy?”

You turn to see your friend Tara and Simone leaning against one of the desks, smirking knowingly. They were the only one you had confided in about Zayne—the stranger who had somehow left an imprint on your mind.

You hesitate before answering, but Simone doesn’t need a response. She roll her eyes playfully. “You’re down bad.”

You huff, shaking your head. “I just… I want to see him again.”

Tara crosses her arms. “Then maybe it’s time to change your strategy. You’ve been going to the same café all week. What if he only went there one time?”

The thought hadn’t occurred to you before. Had you been limiting yourself? You rack your brain for any other places Zayne could frequent. But with so little information about him, it feels like searching for a needle in a haystack.

“Okay, then what do you suggest?” you ask, raising a brow.

Your friends grin. “We ask around.”

Your heart skips a beat at the idea. It’s bold—maybe even a little embarrassing—but if it means finding Zayne, it just might be worth a shot.

“Oh Zayne! Yes, he's currently a sophomore majoring in Medical Biology.” A student said, which name is Greyson. As you looked at Greyson’s features, you remembered that he’s the colleague that Zayne was talking to in the cafeteria. He also happens to be Zayne’s close friend and a classmate of his.

“Is he around? Can we talk to him?” Tara asked, looking very much hopeful. But when Greyson scratched the back of his head as he looked at the three of you, you instantly knew his answer.

“About that, he’s currently busy with his lab work and volunteer hours at the hospital,” Greyson said apologetically. “He’s been swamped lately, so he doesn’t have much free time.”

Your heart sinks a little at the news. So that’s why you haven’t seen him. Still, at least now you know his major and have a better idea of where he spends his time.

Tara, ever the determined one, steps forward. “Do you know when he might be free?”

Greyson hesitates for a moment before sighing. “Honestly, he barely has time to breathe these days. But…” He glances at you, his expression thoughtful. “If you’re really looking for him, he usually hangs around the Medical Biology study lounge when he has a break.”

Your heart leaps at that. A lead.

“Where is it?” you ask immediately.

Greyson chuckles. “It’s in the West Science Building, second floor. But like I said, he’s really busy, so don’t get your hopes up too much.”

You nod, gripping the strap of your bag. Even if there’s only a small chance, you’re not giving up now.

Tara nudges you with a smirk. “Well? What are we waiting for?”

With renewed determination, you and your friends head toward the West Science Building, hoping that this time, luck is on your side.

“Luck is not on our side.” Simone mumbled as you sat at the couch, you looked everywhere in the lounge hoping for Zayne but it seems like he’s not here.

You sigh, slumping slightly into the couch. So close, yet still no sign of him.

Tara crosses her arms. “Maybe he’s just not here right now,” she suggests. “We could wait a little longer.”

Simone groans, stretching her legs out. “We’ve been here for almost an hour. What if we just missed him?”

The thought makes your stomach sink. You glance around the study lounge again—students are scattered at different tables, some buried in textbooks, others quietly discussing notes. But none of them are him.

Then, your phone suddenly received a notification from your sister telling you to come home immediately.

“Sorry girls, I gotta go.” You said as you stood up, Tara and Simone looking at you confused.

“Go where?” Tara asked.

“My sister just texted me. She says I need to come home right away,” you explain, shoving your phone into your pocket and grabbing your bag.

“But what about Zayne? We haven’t found him, and maybe he’ll come around here in the lounge after a minute or two.”

You hesitate, glancing toward the entrance of the lounge. Tara has a point—Zayne could show up any minute, and if you leave now, you might miss your chance to talk to him.

“I know,” you say, running a hand through your hair. “But my sister’s message sounded urgent. I can’t just ignore it.”

Simone shifts in her seat, thoughtful. “Do you want us to stay here and wait for Zayne? We can let you know if he shows up.”

“It’s totally up to you two, but I suggest for the both of you to head home.” You chuckled, “Bye girls, see you tomorrow!”

You stepped out of the lounge and made your way to the elevator, only to find a long line of students waiting. With a heavy sigh, you decided to take the stairs instead, knowing it would be faster. As you arrived at the building’s lobby, you roamed your eyes around for the last time hoping to see Zayne but then again, you failed.

It’s been fifteen minutes since you left the University, you’re sitting at the window seat of the bus as you rode your way home, earphones attached to your ears, but your mind is miles away. The hum of the bus and the steady rhythm of the wheels on the pavement should be comforting, but instead, it feels like the world outside is just another blur—like you're disconnected from everything around you.

Then, you suddenly received a notification from your friends.

Tara: (Name)! Guess who we saw!**see attached photo**

Your heart leaps into your throat as soon as the image loads. There, in the photo, is Zayne—just as you remember him, but somehow, this feels different. He’s walking into the lounge, a stack of books in his arms, looking completely absorbed in whatever conversation he's having with his colleagues. The familiar serious look is on his face, not the relaxed version from the café, but something more focused, more… composed. It’s strange to see him like this, like he’s someone else entirely, yet still undeniably him.

Simone: Omg, he’s at the lounge right now!!! Are you seeing this??? Tara: You better come quickly!

You chuckled at their message, as much as you wanted to get off the next stop to sprint to your University, your sister needs you at home.

You: Sorry girls, need to go home TT Tara: That’s alright! We got you ;)

You smile a little, the lighthearted tone of her message easing some of the tension. They know how much this means to you, and even though you can’t act on it right now, at least they’ve got your back. You’re grateful for their encouragement.

Simone: Okay, I just did the job.

You frown slightly, your fingers still hovering over your phone as you try to figure out how to respond to Simone’s message. There’s something in her tone that makes you pause, like she knows something you don’t. Maybe it’s just her way of teasing you, or maybe she’s genuinely onto something. Either way, the thought lingers in your mind as you stare at the screen for just a moment longer, but then you hear the bus driver announce your stop.

With a soft sigh, you slide your phone into your pocket, knowing you’ll have to pick this up later. You grab your things and step off the bus, the cool air immediately hitting your face as you make your way down the familiar streets toward home. Your mind is still buzzing with thoughts of Zayne, and despite the fact that you’re heading in the opposite direction now, you can’t shake the feeling that something’s about to change. The moment might not be today, but the universe has a way of surprising you when you least expect it.

The walk home is quiet, your footsteps the only sound filling the space between your thoughts. You pull your jacket a little tighter around you, your pace slow but steady, as you process everything that happened today.

You’ve finally arrived home, the familiar scent wraps around you, but before you can even settle into the moment, you hear the familiar voice of your sister coming from her room.

“Ugh, I just don’t know what to wear!” she calls out, frustration lacing her tone.

You smile to yourself. It’s always something with her, but at least it’s a distraction from your earlier thoughts. You drop your bag by the door and head toward her room. As you approach, you see her standing in front of her full-length mirror, holding up two completely different outfits—one casual, one more dressed-up—looking at herself with a furrowed brow.

After a few changes, your sister finally settled with the outfit she’s going to wear and immediately apologized for rushing you to come home. You just smiled at her and with a few finishing touches, she kissed your cheek for goodbye and she left.

You sit back on the couch, letting out a soft sigh. There’s a part of you that still feels a little restless, like you’re waiting for something to happen, something to change. It’s hard to shake off the idea of Zayne from earlier, the thought of seeing him again so close yet so far. But for now, there’s nothing to do but let things unfold.

You pull out your phone, checking the group chat once more. Simone’s last message is still there, waiting for you to dive into whatever she might have been teasing about. You smile to yourself, letting the tiny spark of curiosity push you to reply.

You were about to reply when a sudden text message from an unknown number caught your attention. Your heart skips a beat when you see the message from an unknown number. For a moment, you're frozen, unsure of what to expect. The familiar rush of excitement bubbles up, but you're also trying to stay grounded, telling yourself it could be anything.

You tap the message open, and the first thing you see is a simple text:

“Hey, it's Zayne. I know this might be a bit random, but Simone gave me your number. I hope that’s alright.”

Zayne. Zayne.

And then, Simone sent another message on your groupchat.

Simone: You’re welcome ;))

You giggled at her answer, you sent a reply to their message before opening your conversation with Zayne.

You: Hey, Zayne! Of course, that’s totally fine. It’s nice to hear from you!

You bite your nail absentmindedly, the seconds feeling like they stretch longer than usual as you wait for Zayne's response. Your thumb hovers over your phone, checking the time, then glancing back at the screen, expecting the little bubbles to pop up any second. The anticipation feels almost unbearable—like this could be the moment where something shifts, or maybe it’ll fizzle out. You have no idea, but you really hope it’s the former.

You’re starting to second-guess everything, wondering if your reply sounded too casual, too eager, or even too boring. Then your phone buzzes, breaking the silence, and you almost jump in surprise.

Zayne’s reply lights up the screen:

Zayne: Glad to hear that! I’ve been a bit busy with school stuff, but I was hoping we could meet up soon. Maybe we can actually schedule our next meet up or date?

Date. Date.

Your heart skips a beat at the mention of date. You stare at the message, feeling a rush of excitement and nerves wash over you. It’s like he’s finally saying what you’ve both been dancing around, but now that it's out in the open, the weight of it is both thrilling and a little intimidating.

Date. The word keeps echoing in your head as you read the message over again, your thumb hovering over the reply button. He wants to meet up soon. He wants to actually schedule something. This isn’t just a passing interest anymore. He’s serious about wanting to see you.

You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to focus and not overthink. You quickly type your reply, making sure to keep it light but still show that you’re just as excited as he seems.

You: That sounds awesome! I’d love to. Just let me know when you're free, and we’ll make it happen!

You smile as you send it, feeling a little giddy but also relieved. There’s no turning back now—you’re both on the same page, and it feels like the start of something exciting. You can’t help but feel a little thrill at the thought of seeing him again, but for now, all you can do is wait for his reply and hope that this “date” really does come together.

dividers by: @dollywons

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xomarzz · 1 month ago

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vital signs

~2.2k words, premed!zayne x black!fem!premed!reader, college au, fluff, SLOW burn, smut, semi-proofread, oral (f receiving), soft & slow sex, a little dirty talk, wouldn’t be me without yearning, micro-aggression mentions if you squint, black reader intended, minors and ageless blogs do not interact, i WILL block you!!

a/n: just graduated college & also prepping to apply to medical school so this was kind of just self indulgent, i love this one though :)

entry 1: initial observations

date: week 1

course: anatomy & physiology

you were late. first day of spring semester, anatomy and physiology, and your phone’s gps led you in a circle twice before you stumbled into the lecture hall, breathless and sweating out your edge control. eyes turned as you entered the room, the only seat left was beside someone with impossibly straight posture, dark clothes pressed so clean you could see your reflection in those buttons.

you dropped into the chair, whispering a quick “hi.”

no reply, just the sound of his pen gliding over a yellow legal pad with perfect precision as he stared intensely at the lecture.

you snuck a glance. sharp jawline, lips pressed into a line, brows so still they looked sculpted, like expression never bothered to land there. he looked like he woke up every morning already two hours ahead of the world.

oh, one of those, you thought. probably thinks i’m not serious..now being in your junior year of undergrad, you’ve had your fair share of “gunner” pre-med students at this point, nothing a surprise anymore.

you sat a little taller anyway. matching energy.

notes:

he probably thinks i’m not serious.

(so now i have to be.)

entry 2: contact under sterile conditions date: week 4 — dissection module

course: a & p

weeks passed, you weren’t surprised when no one wanted to partner with zayne for the dissection module. his vibe was… clinical. unapproachable. maybe even intimidating.

you volunteered, not to prove a point, okay, maybe a little.

he didn’t look at you when you suited up beside him, just handed you gloves. “try not to cut too deep,” he murmured, tone cool, eyes on the cadaver like it was a puzzle to be solved.

when your scalpel hesitated mid-air, his hand moved to yours, steady, gloved, and warm through the latex. he didn’t take over. just guided, a subtle nudge of reassurance rather than correction.

his voice, usually so clipped, dropped just enough to feel different. “you’ve got a steady hand, don’t overthink it.”

a compliment?

your brain lagged for a second. you glanced at him, expecting that same blank focus, but for the first time, his face shifted. barley, but enough for you to notice.

notes:caught him looking longer than necessary :p

still expressionless but not unreadable.almost like curiosity.

conclusion:hand contact counts as data.so does the way he said don’t overthink it.

(too late.)

entry 3: passive proximity

date: mid-semester

location: third floor library, table by the window

you started sitting across from him at the library, not intentionally at first, then, maybe a little intentionally.

he never said no. never said much at all. but he always shifted his laptop slightly, making space for you. you’d eventually find your pens migrated into his space, your outlines somehow shared, annotated in his unmistakably neat print.

notes:i never asked to share notes.he never asked to stop.

it’s the quietest collaboration i’ve ever had.

entry 4: study buddies

date: week 8 — post study group

location: study room 4C

a study group was your idea. you liked how people bounced off each other, how information got clarified when it had to be said out loud. zayne stayed behind after everyone else left.

you were packing your notes when you heard him say, “you explain glycolysis like you’ve lived it.”

you turned, caught off-guard. “is that a compliment or…?”

he looked directly at you, that cool mask still firmly in place. “it means i remember it when you say it. that’s not normal for me.”

your breath caught in your throat. you smiled, soft and genuine, pushing your prescription glasses up to your face. he looked down, and for once, you thought he might be the nervous one.

notes:he remembers what i say.even when he says nothing at all.

that was definitely a compliment ;)

entry 5: fieldwork — collaboration

daye: week 10 — student clinic volunteering

location: pediatric wing, room 3

the student clinic had its own kind of quiet chaos, sick kids, anxious parents, paperwork piling up while the waiting room buzzed low and tense. but you liked it. it made everything you were working toward feel tangible, grounded.

you’d heard rumors that zayne had been volunteering here for months before classes even started, quietly showing up early, staying late, always just… there. you never asked why.

the boy in room 3 was maybe six, trembling as he tucked himself behind his mother’s legs. you crouched down, voice soft and steady, explaining the procedure in the gentlest way you knew how. but he only clung tighter, eyes wide with fear.

zayne stepped in, wordless at first, kneeling beside you.

“she’s very good,” he said quietly, addressing the boy. “she helped me when i didn’t know what i was doing, you can trust her.”

you turned toward him, surprised by how calm his voice sounded, not cold, just certain. something fluttered in your chest. you’d never seen him vouch for anyone, yet here he was, offering his credibility like it cost him nothing.

like trusting you was the most obvious choice in the world.

notes: subject’s trust is not given lightly.trusting me felt obvious to him. coldness thawing under microscope <3

entry 6: unexpected shelter

date: week 12 — post-clinic

location: campus walkway, outside dorm

it poured the second you stepped outside. your hoodie adorning the school’s logo was no match for it. you were about to bolt when an umbrella opened over your head. zayne stood beside you, holding it without a word.

he didn’t offer his arm, didn’t make small talk, just walked beside you, perfectly poised, sharing the umbrella like it was a contract.

at your door, you turned to say thanks. but your words caught in your throat. rain clung to his lashes. his eyes dipped to your lips for a breath of a second. then he was gone.

and you were left wondering if you’d imagined it.

entry 7: behavioral assessment— mock interview

date: week 14

location: reserved study room

you’d spent hours preparing for this, rehearsing answers, perfecting your tone, making sure your confidence felt real and unshakable.

today, you wore your best blazer, the one that made you feel like you could take on the world. across the table, zayne sat composed, unreadable as ever, his eyes sharp and focused. not a hint of a smile, not a single blink to give you away, but beneath the surface, something quietly stirred. his foot tapped just once, twice, barely noticeable, like he was keeping a secret locked inside.

afterwards, you laughed as you stepped out the door. “so? did i pass your standard of cold professionalism?”

he tilted his head, eyes steady. “you’ll get into medical school before i do.”

you stopped in your tracks. “jealous?”you replied teasingly, poling your lip out as you spoke.

he side-eyed you, looking at you like the word was foreign. “i don’t usually admire people.” he replied courtly before speeding up his walk, leaving you to chase after him.

notes :

cold professionalism + light teasing = suspiciously warm vibes.

“i don’t usually admire people” = code for “i’m secretly impressed, don’t tell anyone.”

entry 8: stairwell breakdown

date: tuesday before finals

location: stairwell outside lecture hall

it all came crashing down the tuesday before finals. you found yourself slumped on the cold stairwell, shoulders trembling, not from the chill, but from the weight pressing down inside your chest. the flashcards in your hands blurred into indecipherable shapes, words slipping through your tired mind like water through fingers. doubt gnawed relentlessly at you, maybe you’re not cut out for this. maybe everyone else belongs here more than you do. the exhaustion wasn’t just physical anymore, it was the heavy, suffocating ache of feeling like an outsider follwing your own dream.

footsteps approached, you didn’t look up, but then a protein bar appeared in your lap, and a blonde espresso caramel macchiato was placed beside you.

zayne sat beside you without a word. your breathing slowed, anchored by his quiet presence.

you finally exhaled, the words slipping out like something you’d been holding in for too long. “i don’t think i’m good enough for this.”

he turned to you then, something gentler in his eyes, barely visible, but there.

“you’re one of the best,” he said, voice quiet but firm. “the rest of us are just trying to keep up. including me.”

your heart clenched. you hadn’t realized how badly you needed to hear it until that moment how much of yourself had been tied up in proving something you were already becoming.

you sniffed, managing a weak laugh as you nudged his shoulder with yours. “bruh, you’re literally top of every class.”

he gave a small shrug, the corner of his mouth twitching, almost a smile. “doesn’t mean i’m not chasing you.”

entry 9: confession protocol

date: last day of semester

location: a&p lab

it was the final lab, leaving just you and zayne finishing clean-up. the air between you felt too charged to ignore.

you were hanging up your lab coat when you heard him say it, quiet, controlled, like every word was chosen.

“i’m not good at this.”

you turned. “at what?”

his eyes met yours. unflinching. vulnerable.

“at pretending i don’t think about you all the time.”

your breath hitched. everything you’d suppressed all semester while focusing on classes rose to the surface like steam from an open wound.

say something, say anything, you thought.

all you did was step closer.

entry 10: final

date: last day of semester

location: a&p lab

you reached for his hand first, trembling. zayne met you halfway. his palm was cold, steady, reverent.

he pulled you in with slow gravity, like he’d been holding back the entire semester. you leaned in. so did he.

when your lips met, it wasn’t desperate, it was inevitable.

and for the first time, he let the softness show. just for you.

it started with that kiss that tasted like everything you’d held back.

zayne’s hands were steady as always, but something in them had shifted, urgency pulsing just beneath the surface. the lab had been cleaned, the lights off. it was supposed to be over. but the way he looked at you made it clear something unfinished remained between you.

he kissed you like he’d been memorizing the thought of it for weeks. polished hands slid along your jaw, holding you still not possessive, but deliberate. his thumb brushed your cheekbone like you were fragile. you weren’t, and you both knew that, but the softness made your knees weaken all the same.

when he pulled back, his voice was low, controlled. but rough around the edges.

“tell me if you want me to stop.”

you didn’t. you couldn’t. you only nodded.

zayne guided you backwards carefully, always carefully, until you bumped into the edge of a table. he didn’t rush. his fingertips skimmed your hips like he was reading anatomy again, like every curve had to be relearned under his hands. his lips followed, tracing your neck with patient admiration.

you breathed out, voice barely a whisper. “do you always take this long?”

a faint smile attached to your hip. his hands tightened just enough to make your breath catch and make you let out a small moan.

“i don’t rush what i care about.”

the air between you tightened. clothes fell away in slow layers, peeled back like secrets. every time his fingers touched bare skin, it felt like a vow, silent and absolute. he never fumbled. every motion had purpose. every kiss landed like it was meant to stay.

and when his mouth moved lower down your chest, across your stomach you felt it in the ache in your cunt. he kissed like he was studying you. still obsessed with knowing everything beneath the surface.

“look at me,” he said, voice like silk over heat.

the moment his tongue touched you, your body arched in response. he held your thighs firm, anchoring you while he worshiped you with precision. no hesitation, no wasted movement. just slow, focused attention like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

you came on his face feeling your entire body melting, his name breaking from your lips before you could stop it. he covered your mouth as he worked you down from your high. zayne rose, kissing you again, tasting your own juices against his tongue.

“you—” you tried to speak, dazed. “you’re not what i expected.”

his eyes locked on yours, dark with everything he hadn’t said.

“i’m exactly what i want to be. for you.” he stated, removing his erection from the neatly tailored pants.

he entered you slow, controlled, deep, reverent. and stayed close, forehead resting against yours as your bodies found rhythm. each thrust was deliberate, more emotional than physical. not fast, not rough, just intense.

your clung to him as he murmured things you barely caught. “so beautiful.” “been dreaming of this.” “mine.”

when you came again, eyes rolling back, he followed, shuddering against you as he pulled out with a broken exhale that sounded like surrender.

you laid there after, hearts syncing in the dark of the lab. zayne brushed damp curls from your forehead. for once, his voice held no chill. just quiet awe.

“you undo me.”

you smiled, eyes heavy, heart full.

“good.”

~gg ♡

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theblueseassoul · 1 year ago

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“Sick.”

Zayne x Reader.

Love and deep space fanfiction.

No use of Y/n. Read in the second person. Gender neutral reader. Brief Mention of vomit.

It had been a long couple of days for you. You’d been working non stop, as part of the alpha squad in the hunters association you dealt with a majority of the much harsher Wanderers. Due to working so much, you had caught a bit of a cold, and were sent home, given as much time as you needed to completely recover. Zayne was told almost immediately, of course. As your doctor and one of the people closest to you, he was bound to know eventually. And so here you were, curled up on the couch with a blanket in your house clothes. And there he was, standing in the kitchen and making you tea. You shifted, back against the arm of your couch, and watched him. His back was facing you, but you could already imagined his focused face, brows furrowed and lips slightly taut.

“Your eyes are burning holes through my skull.” He suddenly said, turning his head to meet your apparently intense gaze. You’d zoned out, blinking rapidly at him, and you caught the curl of his lips and the amusement glitter in his eyes. “What are you thinking about?” He asked, picking up the mug that you’d bought as a souvenir at one of the aquariums, it had little seals plastered over it. Somehow, it had become the go-to mug for you, and Zayne always got that one first when he made you something to drink. The dark haired doctor approached you, placing your mug in your outstretched hands.

You shrugged, “Nothing, really.” You looked at the mug in your hands and blew softly at the hot tea. “Don’t you have work today?” You asked him, shifting and sitting criss-cross as you sipped the tea, still burning your tongue despite your caution. Zayne chuckled softly at the cringe your face twisted into, and shook his head in amusement as he often did at your actions. “Not today. I shouldn’t be too busy when I do, but I trust when I’m not here you will take care of yourself.” He always snuck in a lecture about your health. Though it was well placed now, as you sat there, sniffling and breathing in the steam rising from your tea to clear your sinuses.

“Awh. Taking a day off just for me?” You teased. Though you were sick that would not stop you from picking at him, and he knew that too well. His lips curled into a slight half smile and he leaned back into the couch “I find myself doing that often. Something’s always wrong with you.” He said light heartedly. It took a long time for you to start to recognize his sarcasm and sweet jokes, because his voice was not as expressive as others were. Monotone, steady, it rarely ever changed, and you often compared him to a robot because of it. You let out a soft scoff “you don’t have to come and take care of me, you know. I’m perfectly capable of doing all of this myself.” You told him.

He hummed in reply and glanced at you, eyes glistening in the light coming through the window across the room. You always did admire his eyes, the golden centers circling his pupils. You noticed his pupils always seemed to dilate around you. You didn’t know why but you felt special because of it anyways. “You’re capable, but you don’t do it. I need linkons best hunter healthy and taken care of. Who else will protect me from wanderers, hm?” He said playfully, leaning towards you, shoulder brushing against yours. You unconsciously leaned into him and smiled, not sarcastically but a genuine, softer smile. One he always managed to draw out of you; even when you were in the sourest of moods. “I did promise, didn’t I?” He nodded at your words and tilted his head towards your cup “You did. So drink up. We’ll have food soon, and then you’re having your medication.” There it was once more, Doctor Zayne and his schedules he had made for you. He didn’t take no for an answer either, you learned that the hard way.

Having someone like him was comforting. He knew you so well, and he cared for you. Enough to take the day off to spend it with you, while you were stuck at home, sick. Infact he came over last night as well, midnight, you were sick to your stomach leaned over the toilet and he knelt down beside you, one hand keeping everything out of your way and the other carefully running up and down your back, comforting you. You couldn’t make out the words he muttered but they helped. He even sat you on the counter and gently washed the remainder from your mouth, and made you something you could keep down before bed. He’d left after that, but he came back after sometime before noon.

“You’re staring again.” Zayne stated as he finished off his tea, setting his mug down and looking at you with a raised brow. “Something on my face?” He asked. You shook your head, newfound tenderness engulfing you as you leaned in closer to him, and out of instinct he had wrapped an arm around you. “Thank you.” You murmured, and he furrowed his brows in confusion “for what?”

“Being here.” You replied, shrugging. “You’re always there for me even when I don’t ask you to be. You’ve looked after me for so long. I.. I don’t think I could ever put into words how much I appreciate you doing this.” You said softly, looking up at him. He seemed to freeze, however recovered quickly and said with the same amount of tenderness “we look after each other. That’s what we do. Now hurry. Finish your tea.” He gently leaned his head against yours, and you could feel the smile spreading over his lips. You smiled and nodded, complying. He truly was the best. You wondered if his heart raced and softened the same way yours did when you saw him, when you sat with him like this. But as you leaned into his chest to listen to his heart beat as you so frequently did, you answered your own question.

It did. You wouldn’t tell him that though. It was your little victory. It had you grinning all evening, and he teased you for it.

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