starlightkwan

[starlightkwan]

just went through ticketing hell for zayne’s bday event 😭

ticketing opened at 9pm and i came in at 9:01 and tried paying but it kept declining only to find out that the tickets for tier 3 were already sold out?

i now have tier 2 tickets but i am unable to get the cute picket unless i pay for it 💔

never been that stressed for tickets in my life.

snoopy gif is an accurate depiction of what it was like 👎

[starlightkwan]

Hello! I'm here to make a writing request to you!

Would you write about Zayne with a protective mc? Not in the jealous possessive sort of way, more of a "I would fight everything that hurts you and win" way. Someone who continuously takes hits to keep him safe in the battlefield, looks a little intimidating and has that general knight sort of loyalty towards him. I love MCs who are exceedingly great at their job and use those skills to keep those they love safe. Thank you!!!

woof- zayne li

word count: 630

warnings: none (pls lmk if you spot any!)

reference to zayne's delicacy card— sigh zayne and reader getting to know each other in the early stages of their relationship and friendship is so cute 😭

hi anon! ty for your request! i love anon requests sm— they allow me to explore and write something that i probably would have never written :)

Akso Hospital's flux stabiliser had malfunctioned, causing people and wanderers to go out of control. Thanks to the quick thinking of Dr Zayne Li, the wanderers began to be eliminated one by one after freezing them motionless.

The UNICORNS team was quickly dispatched to the area and civilians were escorted out of the area and into safe zones. Zayne had it under control, his long hours in the gym helped in building up his stamina for situations like this.

But when you spot him in the corner of your eye after escorting a mother and her child outside of the hospital, instinct takes over. You run over to him, shielding him from a low class wanderer (that he could definitely handle himself) and quickly eliminate it, watching as its particles disperse into the air.

“I knew you would get here quickly. Thank you for saving me, darling.” Zayne says, trying to make eye contact with you but you scan your surroundings for any immediate threats that could harm your beloved.

“Of course, Zaynie! You know that I would do whatever to protect you. Now let's get you out of here, my team can handle the rest. Before you talk about how you are okay, I want you to get checked out. I don't want you to get any signs of evol backlash.” You lead him towards the exit of the hospital, only leaving his side when Dr Greyson checks him for any symptoms.

Zayne had invited you to one of his conferences that he would be presenting and you decided to come along, wanting to know more about this part of his career. You stand next to him as you wait in line to enter the lecture hall.

An older man approaches Zayne and begins to make conversation. You don't really pay attention to what they are talking about but when you notice Zayne's back stiffen and awkwardly chuckle, your eyes flick to the older man.

He makes a comment about how Zayne isn't mature enough to be attending these kinds of conferences and you scoff in response. “My apologies for interrupting your conversation, but did I just hear you say that Zayne is not mature enough to be attending this conference?”

“Why, yes I did. Who are you to be defending him? His little fling?” He replies, and you feel the steam coming out of your ears.

“Why does it matter to you? Even if I was his fling, at least he is in a romantic relationship. Assuming by the beard on your face and no ring on your finger, Zayne is in a better position than you are. Doctor Zayne Li has also finished his PhD, M.D. and residency in half the time that it took you. Maturity? Clearly you are the immature one, why else would you target someone who has so many accolades at such a young age?”

The man lets out an embarrassed apology before joining the back of the queue.

“You really didn't have to do that— I do not pay any mind to such attention seekers. But thank you.” Zayne looks at you and you rub your hand down his arm reassuringly.

“I'm like your guard dog. If anyone tries to hurt them, I will scare them off. Don't worry about anything. Woof.” You puff out your chest, trying to make yourself seem intimidating.

“Yes, I guess you are. Now come along, puppy. We have a conference to attend about how to treat your heart condition.” He takes you by the hand (or paw), leading you into the room.

As a hunter, it's practically in your nature to keep Zayne safe. But how can you say no when he also does whatever he can to take care of you?

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[starlightkwan]

[starlightkwan]

Hiiiii, may I make a scenario(?) request for Zayne please?

Situation’s where reader and Zayne are already dating. Reader is someone who’s used to being overlooked or dismissed. Like when a guy would only offer a hand to help her friend up but not her. Or when someone acts friendly with her friend but their demeanour becomes just a tad bit colder, a tad less friendly, when they talk to her, those sort of things. She usually tells herself it’s fine, it’s because she’s generally quieter, less bubbly or warm compared to her friends etc to lessen the hurt.

But one day, a stranger compliments her friend while passing by, but her friend didn’t notice. She smiles because she’s happy for her friend but just before she can let her friend know, the stranger tells her “oh no, not you, I meant your friend” because she’s the one who smiled in response.

Though she tried to brush it off, it hurts more than she expected and Zayne notices that something’s off with her when she comes over his place for the night even though she’s still talking to him like usual. After some prying, she finally tells him what happened. She laughs it off, saying it doesn’t matter because her friend’s definitely prettier etc, but Zayne can see she’s clearly bothered (especially when he knows how she has self-esteem issues) and he comforts her.

Sorry it’s quite long and hope you’re okay with this.🥺 Also, wanted to let you know again that your writing’s really enjoyable and the fics you write are so adorable to read. Thank you in advance!!

statues- zayne li

hurt/comfort + cute ending!

word count: 1.3k

warnings: swearing, implied mentions of low self esteem (pls lmk if you spot anything else!)

hi anon! omg thank you for being my first anon and your kind words! i hope you enjoy, not very used to writing hurt/ comfort but i tried my best :)

People use you as a tool, only for their own convenience. Others dismiss you, only approaching you when they want the attention of one of your friends.

It feels like you are constantly hiding within the shadows, never having a proper chance to reveal who you really are. You are constantly stuck within the small confining space of the margins, never being the one that people look for.

You and one of your friends walk together, with your arms interlinked as you make your way to the newly opened restaurant everyone has been giving amazing reviews on. Your friend was extremely excited, practically skipping along despite wearing high heels and you squeal, begging her to slow down as you hold onto her arm tighter.

As expected, you both tumble down the street as you cling on to each other. You make eye contact with each other and erupt into a loud fit of giggles with bystanders watching but both of you don't seem to care.

A tall man makes his way over to where you both sit on the floor, extending out his hand to your friend with a smile. She happily takes him up on the offer, putting her hand into his as she stands up from the floor.

Your heart warms at the sight but also at the anticipation of him extending out his hand for you to grab. You make eye contact with him, smiling up at him before he says a brief goodbye and leaves you on the floor.

With a quiet huff, you get up on your feet and dust the dirt off your clothes. “He was definitely trying to make a move on you!” You shove her shoulder gently, trying to suppress the feeling of sadness bubbling in your chest.

“You think so? If he really was, he should have helped you up to. Why try to make a move on someone and ignores the other person who fell? What a bitch.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “Come on, let's go. The food can wait but my stomach cannot.”

Sitting in the restaurant whilst waiting for your order to arrive, a pretty lady with brown hair asks to sit on your table. You look at her and let her sit down but she doesn't even spare even a quick glance at you.

She talks to your friend, complimenting her about how she loves the necklace that she's wearing. Your friend happily thanks her, mentioning how you got her it for her birthday.

“It's really nice isn't it?” The brown haired girl blinks in what seems to be agreement. “We have matching ones!” You gesture to the necklace hanging around your neck.

“It's nice.” She nods, her voice somewhat flat and lifeless. She turns her attention away from you. “I love your earrings! The colour looks absolutely stunning on you!” And suddenly, her voice is bright and eager to listen to anyone but you.

These things happen quite often. Maybe it's because of the way that you carry yourself. You aren't exactly the most confident or enthusiastic person in the room. People are only reciprocating the energy that you give them.

Sitting in the park, you take pictures of the sunset whilst your friend fixes the presentation of the bento boxes and desserts you brought along.

“Excuse me?” You look away from your camera to see a teenage girl. “You look so pretty!” You smile, turning to the side to get your friend's attention. “Oh, I didn't mean you. I was talking about your friend.” She points to your friend before running off.

This has happened countless times. You should be used to this. But no matter how many times this situation occurs, you are always left with an unsettling feeling. The feeling of being ignored despite being right there.

You brush off the feeling. You have been looking forward to this picnic for the past week. Why let one teenage girl ruin it?

With your friend finishing the food presentation, you quickly snap a picture and take a bite of the sandwich, swallowing your unhappiness with it.

“If you paint the sunset from earlier today, you could sell it to a museum— it was that gorgeous. I have it somewhere on my phone.” You quickly unlock your phone, showing Zayne the photo in question.

“Darling, forgive me for prying, but did something bad happen today?” Zayne calmly asks, completing switching the topic of the conversation.

“No, Zayne. Today was perfect.” You say, trying to steady the phone in your shaky hand.

“I understand that you might not want to tell me but if you do, I will be listening.” He replies, his voice ever so calm. You nod.

Maybe now is not the time to tell Zayne. It can wait a bit.

“The food was so good! I'll make sure to make extras for you to bring to work next time.” You look at Zayne and feel the guilt eating you from the inside. “Zayne, you're right. I'm sorry for not telling you earlier but something from today has been weighing in on the back of my mind.”

“There was a teenage girl and she said ‘You look so pretty!’. I knew she wasn't talking about me, since most compliments aren't aimed at me. I smiled and before I could even let my friend know that someone was complimenting her, the girl said she wasn't talking about me. I know that it's stupid to let it control my feelings, but it hurts.” You pause, a stray tear falling from your eye.

Zayne grabs a tissue and gently wipes the tears away.

“It's okay. I've accepted that I'm not as pretty, outgoing or as nice as my other friends. I guess the world just wants to make sure that I know my place when I'm around them.” You sniff, doing your best to not the tears fall.

“Darling. Do you really think that you aren't as pretty, outgoing or as nice in comparison your friends?” Before you can even reply, he continues. “You are gorgeous, enthusiastic and selfless. I know that it may be hard to see that, but there is nobody else who carries these traits as well as you do. Sometimes I wonder what I have done to be with someone like you— it's quite unfair really. People are lucky if they have one of these traits but you have all of them.”

Zayne takes your hands and rubs his thumb over the back of your hand. “Even if you don't see these wonderful traits of yours, I will remind you. Who else but you has the ability to put anxious children at ease with just a smile? Who else but you would volunteer to make Akso's grumpy cardiac surgeon lunch for his shift?”

You playfully hit his arm, laughing at how he acknowledges himself as a grumpy surgeon. “Have you considered the fact that you might just be too beautiful for your own good? Perhaps one of the reasons people don't approach you is because they think that you are a walking statue. Statues are meant to be admired from afar, not up close.”

“Maybe that's why the hospital interns don't approach you, Doctor Li. You are also a beautiful statue. Statues don't talk, unless it's to scold them for messing up something that they should know from medical school.” You tease.

“Yes, I suppose so.” He concedes. “I guess we are quite literally made for each other, my dear.” You nod. “I was referring to how we are a statue couple, by the way.”

“Yes, I know Zaynie.” You laugh, holding his hands tighter.

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[starlightkwan]

all according to plan

content - rafayel x reader, fluff, rafayel making thomas' life miserable, you help a little too, slightly suggestive at the end? nothing crazy.

a/n - this is the first time i write for raf... hope it's good enough (^_^;) if anything's weird, the voices (my bsf) took too long to respond and i have no patience...

you walked up to the entrance of the house, reaching for the door knob to be faced with the door opening— you stepped back surprised. rafayel's eyebrows were furrowed, bottom lip jutting out. you had to bite back a smile as you knew exactly what was coming.

"finally you're here!" he was a second away from stomping his feet, which you found endearing either way. not that you would ever admit that to him.

you promised to join him to the opening of a new gallery in the city. it featured a few of his paintings, which meant he would have to do an appearance. the only way thomas could get him to go was if you were there and with nothing better to do, you agreed.

ignoring his complaints, you walked past him into the house. the curtains flowed and the ocean breeze filled the house with that salty scent that reminded you of him. "i'm perfectly on time, no need to make a fuss." before he could come up with a retort, you turned around and analyzed his outfit.

"what?"

a smile grew on your face. "you look nice," your hands pulled him closer, arms circling his waist. you looked up at him and he held your gaze, still sulking but now a bit flushed.

"do you think that'll get you off the hook?" he averted his gaze, facing the windows as if that could hide his blushing cheeks.

"let me make it up to you properly then," you grabbed his face, pulling him down and placing a peck on his lips.

"that's all i get? a poor excuse for a kiss?"

"can't do much more than that, you've got somewhere to be."

he groaned, making you chuckle. "don't remind me."

thomas arrived shortly after, ushering you both to the car while going over the schedule prepared for the event. rafayel complained and bent some of the instructions in his favor like you had seen him do multiple times before.

the songs from some random radio thomas picked fully audible now that their back and forth ensued. slowly, you felt your eyelids growing heavier from the movement of the car. your head settled on your lover's shoulder, and without much reaction, he pulled you closer. his hand searched yours and intertwined your fingers together.

the car came to a stop in the gallery's parking lot. the view thomas was met with when he opened the door to get you out of the car made his blood run cold. he knew immediately what was about to go down. "rafayel, no."

"what am i supposed to do? she fell asleep, i can't wake her up. do you know how taxing being a hunter is?" he argues. "ms. bodyguard needs to rest too, y'know. what kind of boss would i be if i denied her some sleep?"

"i can't-" he takes a deep breath, "we're already at the gallery! what am i supposed to say?"

"just make up some excuse, tell them i fell ill or something." he shrugged, keeping the movement small to make sure not to wake you up.

the drive back to rafayel's was silent. his agent's goodbye came with a promise of a stern talk, which he ignored and just thanked him for the ride back. rafayel hooked his arms to the back of your knees and your upper back, carrying you into his house.

at the sound of the car's engine, you opened your eyes with a devilish smile. "all according to plan," a slight gasp left his lips, followed by a smile just like yours.

"you're terrifying."

"you should be worshipping me right now."

"oh, i will in a second."

unlike thomas' promise, rafayel's did come true.

[starlightkwan]

request guidelines:

-> please keep it sfw (suggestive is the furthest i will go)

-> be specific or as vague as you like, but the more specific the better!

-> there's no limit to how long the request can be!

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[starlightkwan]

sudden date

content - zayne x reader, fluff

a/n - i wrote this at work bc boss makes a dollar i make a dime so i post fanfic on company time also it took me posting this to realize i can drag images i feel like a grandma

the snow in linkon has been ruthless for the past few days, the windows in your house reflected the white blankets all over your backyard and entrance. going to work and having zayne away from most of the day was always a bore, but to add snow on top of it just made you want to take the whole week off to lay in bed.

if that wasn't enough, your beloved had been adamant on trying the pastries from a new coffee shop that opened downtown. he understood your desire to stay inside, and respected it for the most part but his little sighs in between tasks, or the sides of his lips slightly curving down when he would scroll through the shop's social media made you feel bad. someone else wouldn't be able to tell he was sulking, but you knew zayne better than anyone else.

today was better— glimpses of colors outside other than white lifting your spirits. apparently, you weren't the only one in a good mood when zayne came back from work and stepped out of your shared bedroom dressed up.

"you're dressing up for me now?" your eyes roamed over his figure appreciatively.

"we're going to have a little date," you could swear he was doing it on purpose, tapping his cologne on his neck. to him, it was natural— probably didn't even think about it, but it drove you insane.

"why didn't you tell me before?" you reproached.

he shook his head, "you look fine."

"just fine?" you waited for him to bite.

"gorgeous, now go change." you chuckled, walking to the room to dress appropriately.

it was endearing to see zayne looking over the menu attentively, you could tell how excited he was by the way he was muttering to himself.

"okay, i'll order the crepe and you order something else."

"i like your strategy," he hums in what you would imagine a similar fashion to when discussing things at work.

the plate of colorful macarons arrive along with your crepe, and your mugs of hot chocolate. your choices are always well thought out— starting with the drinks, you and zayne shared a nod before going for the sweets.

"the filling could be better," he wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"in another life, we probably were food critics." you chuckled at how serious it was for him.

"why not this one?" his eyes studied you fondly, a faint smile growing on his face.

"guess we have plans for retirement, then."

"guess we do."

with some extra time in your hands, you decided to walk around the shops before going back to the car. you swayed your intertwined hands back and forth, talking his ear off while he replied in soft hums. in the blink of an eye, one of your feet slipped and it left you sitting on the cold sidewalk. both of you shared a surprised look, taking in what just happened.

what brought you back was your boyfriend's laugh. your sweet, lovely boyfriend zayne. the one that always went ahead and warmed up your towels so you wouldn't shiver straight out of the shower. or the one that sent you pictures of things that he thought you'd find interesting from his morning jogs. he wasn't just laughing, he was laughing the hardest you've ever seen him, which would be pretty contagious if it weren't for the fact that he was laughing at you.

you stood up with a pout on your lips, "you're laughing?!"

"you poor thing," still laughing, he brushed the snow off the back of your coat. then he leaned down, the tip of his nose rubbing softly against yours.

“kiss me or you’re not sorry.” he let out a scoff, yet his eyes were gentle. you felt him studying your features closely as you stood there, hands on his chest waiting patiently for him to give in. his hand caressed the side of your face, the attention making your cheeks grow warm just like it used to when you started dating. “tease,” you muttered, evoking a smirk out of him before he pressed his lips against yours.

“is that good enough?” you could hear the playfulness in his voice once you pulled away from each other.

you pretended to be deep in thought, letting out a hum. "maybe one more to make sure?”

[starlightkwan]

i like you — 003. code red

previous // next

author’s note — sorry this part isn’t especially interesting but i have to move the plot somehow LOL also peep the ‘97 line story cameo (-; anyways, please lmk your thoughts and don’t forget to like, reblog, and comment <33 

[starlightkwan]

portable ice maker

content - zayne x reader, fluff, beach banner

a/n - little idea i thought of while playing the new card, hope you guys like it!

after spending all day walking, it was nice to finally sit down with your beloved and enjoy a movie. the faint sound of the waves blending in with the movie, and the previously hot sand was a bit colder helping you cool down from the constant humidity. yet, the weather didn't stop from snuggling against his side — of course, zayne wasn't complaining at all.

the atmosphere at the beach was calm compared to the rest of the activities, candles decorating your surroundings. people were mindful to keep their volume down, even while the movie was being set up. next to your cushioned seats, there was a little table where you put the drinks zayne had arranged for you both. as much as you tried to poke him to reveal the secret ingredient, he refused to give it away with a teasing smile and shushed you, pointing at the starting movie so you'd stop bothering him.

it didn't take much for you to fall silent, completely immersed in the movie. only looking away to locate your drink, take a sip, then put it back down on the table. after a bit, you reached down to pick up the glass again and realized something was missing. you looked away from the screen to find out that all the ice that was floating before had now melted. you sighed a bit annoyed, but looked up again to not miss a single scene and handed your drink to your boyfriend.

"what's wrong?" zayne took it from you a bit confused, he turned his head your way to find you completely immersed.

"ice, please." you whispered back.

you missed the way he looked at you amused, one of his soft smiles forming on his lips. "am i your ice maker now?"

"portable ice maker," you corrected.

unable to refuse your every whim, zayne shook his head and used his evol to create pieces of ice, making them big enough for it to take a while before it fully melts down. you hummed content as you heard the clinking noise. he handed you the glass back, and you immediately started to sip away.

"the screen's right there," you teased him.

"i know."

[starlightkwan]

got your back- zayne li

in honour of the idea that zayne is very particular with the clothes that mc wears (cough cough backless dresses) i had to write something because of how much he loves mc's back (i need to sleep it is 3am)

fluff!

zayne loves all of you. that goes without saying.

every day without fail, you ask him which part of you is his favourite but he does not entertain your thoughts, saying something about how he thinks that every part of you is gorgeous.

but you know.

-> whenever he’s stressed, zayne runs his fingers down your spine. it’s as if feeling each part of your spine calms himself down, a wave of joy runs through him knowing that you relax whenever he rests his hand on you.

-> whilst in a crowd, zayne is terrified of losing you. he instinctively places his hand against your lower back, guiding you through the crowd and into a safer place. even though you are a professional hunter and he knows that you can handle it yourself, your safety is his number one priority.

-> if someone tries to flirt with you, zayne immediately pulls you towards him, silently rubbing his hand down your back to comfort you. his eyes shoot daggers at them, and they come up with a pathetic excuse to leave. he quickly checks on you, making sure that you are okay before wrapping you in his arms.

-> zayne absolutely loves hugging you. in the early stages of your relationship, his hands would reach for your head and rub circles on your scalp. he now enjoys running his hands down your back as you hold him.

-> when you ask zayne to zip up your dresses, he comes over without a moment of hesitation. his hands zip up the dress with surgical precision, ensuring to not accidentally snag the zipper against your skin. even after zipping up the dress, his fingers linger for a moment taking in how stunning you look before stepping away.

-> after coming home after a long shift at the hospital, all zayne wants is to be with you. he quickly takes a shower and changes into comfy pyjamas before slipping under the covers next to you. you sleep so soundly, holding on to one of the snowman plushies that reminds you of him. zayne places soft kisses along your spine, trying to not wake you up.

-> zayne thinks he could spend the rest of his days like this, with you next to him as you act as his personal heater. he lays a protective arm around you, his face gently smushed against your back as he is lulled to sleep by your comforting scent.

[starlightkwan]

[starlightkwan]

╰┈➤SHIPWRECKED!

SYNOPSIS: The school ships you with Caleb, but you both were already sailing

PAIRING: teacher!Caleb x teacher!reader

TAGS: fluff, bantering, fun teachers rivalry,

NOTES: 1.3k words. wowie im not so satisfied with this but please enjoy this short caleb fic before i brainstorm a better fic for apple hubby.

Caleb stole your markers again.

You know this because the red one now smells like his overpriced cologne and the green one is missing entirely, probably buried under a pile of gym mats or wedged into a trebuchet he built for Year 11 physics. He’s across the hall, explaining projectile motion with your blue marker like he’s narrating a sports documentary.

You consider filing a formal complaint. Or a restraining order. Or a hit.

A student passing by glances between you and Caleb, then mutters to their friend, “They’re either about to kiss or kill each other.”

Caleb catches your eye and winks. You mouth ‘I will end you.’

He smiles like you just proposed.

Later, you find your green marker taped to a dumbbell in the PE office with a note:

‘Found it during warm-ups. It misses you. — C.X.’

You consider switching schools. Or switching husbands.

Not that anyone knows you already have one.

It’s not just Caleb. It’s the entire school. They’ve turned your professional rivalry into a spectator sport.

The whole school ships you.

Not loudly. Not with banners or fan edits (thank God). But it’s there—in the way students smirk when you argue in the hallway, or how they exchange glances every time Caleb calls you “Miss Xia” with that infuriating little smile. He calls you “Miss Xia” in front of students like it’s a joke.

You haven’t legally changed your name. You haven’t even told anyone you’re married.

But he says it with that smug little smile, and you let him—because correcting him would mean admitting the truth.

And you’re not ready for that. Not yet.

You’ve overheard whispers. A few ‘just kiss already’ comments. One student asked if you were dating during a quiz review, like it was relevant to Newton’s third law.

You denied it, obviously. Professionally. Firmly.

Caleb coughed. Loudly.

You glared.

He smiled.

Someone snorted.

You gave up after that.

Let them speculate. Let them write their little theories and ship you like it’s a group project.

They don’t know you already share a Netflix account. Or a laundry basket. Or a last name.

Heh. Fools.

You’ve become the school’s favorite subplot.

Forget curriculum reform or budget meetings—your hallway interactions are the real drama. Students time their bathroom breaks to catch glimpses of your “fights.” Staff members place bets on who’ll snap first.

You once found a sticky note on your desk that read “Enemies to lovers? Or lovers pretending to be enemies?” No signature. Just chaos.

You suspect Year 11.

Caleb, of course, encourages it. He thrives on attention and absurdity. He’ll lean against your doorway mid-lesson, arms crossed, voice loud enough to echo down the corridor.

“Hey, Pipsqueak. You seen my protractor?”

You don’t look up. You’re mid-sentence, explaining centripetal force to a room full of teenagers who are now laser-focused on the drama unfolding in your doorway.

“Try checking under your ego,” you say.

Someone chokes on their water bottle.

Caleb grins, unbothered. “Already did. Found a thesaurus and half a granola bar.”

You sigh. Loudly. Deliberately.

He takes it as an invitation.

Strolls in like he owns the place, plucks a spare protractor off your desk, and holds it up like a trophy. “Victory,” he announces.

You snatch it back. “That’s mine.”

“Sharing is caring.”

“Then care less.”

The class is silent, hanging on every word. One student mouths married. Another writes Caleb + Pipsqueak = OTP in the corner of their notebook.

You pretend not to see.

Caleb winks as he leaves, and you swear he does it in slow motion.

You resume the lesson, but the damage is done.

No one remembers centripetal force.

They remember the way you said care less like it was a love confession.

It gets to the point where the students tried to play matchmaker.

One time you and Caleb both got locked in the supply room. Another time it was the gym closet.

One leaves a folded note on your desk: If you were a molecule, you’d be polar—because you’ve got chemistry.

Another starts a rumor that you and Caleb were spotted at the same coffee shop. You were. Along with half the faculty. But that part gets edited out.

Then there’s the anonymous suggestion box. You open it one morning and find:

•            Field trip idea: Escape room. Lock them in together.

•            Extra credit: Write a love letter using Newton’s laws.

•            Petition to make Caleb a guest lecturer on flirting through physics.

You start assigning more homework. They start turning it in with doodles of you and Caleb arguing in speech bubbles that end in hearts.

Caleb sees one. He doesn’t comment. Just grins like he’s been waiting for this subplot to kick in.

During a class party, students hand out personalized juice boxes. Yours says your last name. Caleb’s says Mr. Heartthrob. Inside each is a folded note: You two are the reason we believe in tension. Caleb raises his juice box in a toast. You drink yours in one long, pointed sip.

It’s after school. The halls are quiet, save for the distant hum of a vacuum and the occasional locker slam. You’re in your classroom, reorganizing lab reports and pretending you don’t hear Caleb’s footsteps approaching like he’s auditioning for a rom-com entrance.

He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, smug as ever.

“You know,” he says, “I think the Year 10s are planning a fake wedding. There was a glue stick labeled ‘ring’ in my drawer.”

You don’t look up. “Tell them I’m already married.”

He grins. “To who?”

You glance at him. “To my job.”

“Oof. Cold.” He strolls in, picks up your red marker—now permanently scented with his overpriced cologne—and twirls it like he’s about to deliver a TED Talk on emotional repression. “So. How long do you think we’ve got?”

You blink. “Until what?”

“Until someone figures it out.” He gestures vaguely, like your entire relationship is a subplot he’s tired of keeping secret. “The marriage. The laundry basket. The shared Netflix account with my cursed algorithm.”

You sigh. “I told you to stop watching documentaries about competitive cheese rolling.”

“They’re inspiring.”

You set down the papers. “I give it a month. Maybe less. Someone’s going to catch us slipping.”

He tilts his head. “Slipping how?”

“Like when you called me ‘babe’ in the staff room.”

“I was quoting Shakespeare.”

“You were asking if I wanted Thai food.”

He shrugs. “Same energy.”

You cross your arms. “We could just tell them.”

He raises an eyebrow. “And ruin the mystery? The drama? The hallway tension that fuels their academic engagement?”

You stare. “You think our fake rivalry improves test scores?”

“I think it gives them hope.”

You snort. “In what? That love is just bullying with paperwork?”

He steps closer. “In the idea that two people can fight like hell and still choose each other. Every day.”

You hate him a little for that. Mostly because it’s true.

Then he’s in front of you—closer than he should be, marker forgotten, hands sliding around your waist like he’s done this a thousand times and still isn’t used to how you tense when he does. His mouth finds yours before you can think, before you can argue, before you can remind him that the blinds are half-open and your dignity is hanging by a thread.

It’s heated. Familiar. His hands are so not innocent—one trailing down your back, the other skimming the edge of your blouse like he’s trying to rewrite the dress code.

You break the kiss with a sharp inhale, palms pressed to his chest.

“Hands,” You slap it. Hard. “We are in school, Mr. Xia.”

He blinks, dazed. “Right. Sorry. Got carried away.”

You straighten your blouse, ignoring the way your heart is trying to escape through your ribs. “You always do.”

He grins, sheepish. “Can’t help it. You’re very... grade-ruining.”

You shove a stack of papers into his arms. “Then go ruin them. Quietly. In your own classroom.”

He salutes. “Yes, Miss Xia.”

You roll your eyes. “One month.”

He’s halfway out the door when he turns back. “You know I’m going to lose, right?”

You don’t answer. But you’re already planning how to announce it.

[starlightkwan]

⌯⁍ 𝓒aleb has always been there.

When you were seven, running down the cracked pavement with a messily crafted paper plane clutched in your small hands, smiling wide and proud, “Caleb! I made it!” . . . He was nine, sitting on the curb, sun-kissed hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, looking up at you with those adoring eyes that made you feel like you ruled the world, “I’m proud of you, pips.”

When you were eleven, knees scraped and bandaged, running across the schoolyard, panting with victory, “Caleb! I made it!” . . . He was thirteen, clapping loud and proud, that grin lighting up his whole face. “I’m proud of you, pips.”

When you were fifteen, chest heaving as you lifted the heavy trophy high above your head, eyes shimmering with disbelief, “Caleb! I made it!” . . . He was seventeen, taller and broader now, pushing through the cheering crowd just to ruffle your hair and pull you into him, “I’m proud of you, pips.”

When you were nineteen, acceptance letter from Hunter Academy trembling in your fingers, tears brimming as you hugged him tight, “Caleb, I made it!” . . . He was twenty-one, the one who stayed up late tutoring you before exams, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head, “I’m proud of you, pips.”

When you were twenty-three, fresh out of Hunter Academy, graduation cap clenched in your fist as you waved at him across the field, “Caleb, I made it!” . . . He was twenty-five, home on vacation from DAA, waving back at you with that wide, heart-stopping smile, “I’m proud of you, pips.”

Now you’re twenty-five, older and stronger, running out of the Hunter Association with your promotion letter flapping in the wind, your chest burning with happiness as you search the busy street, “Caleb, I made it!”

But the place where he always stood is empty. You stop. Your smile falters. The cold reality settles in your bones, “Caleb…?”

He isn’t twenty-seven.

Caleb is still twenty-five. Trapped in the prime of his life, preserved in time by the stone that took everything from him.

And he’ll be twenty-five for a long, long time.

[starlightkwan]

love song- zayne li

in which sudden rain shower and a small umbrella on your first date bring you zayne closer together.

inspired by love song from nct127- this song is a rainy day requirement in this household. fluff

→ zayne has been looking forward to this date for the past week. everyone at work has noticed his cheerful demeanor, but he pretends to not notice it.

→ zayne he wants this to go perfectly. he's been meticulously planning this first date for days now, not wanting anything to get in the way.

→ the sun is shining and zayne looks at you, thinking about how the sun's rays peeking through your hair makes you look like you have an angelic halo.

→ his mind is troubled. zayne desperately wants to initiate physical contact with you— even your hands briefly skimming against his is enough.

→ the weather has betrayed him. the sun's beams of light are quickly replaced by thick grey clouds. zayne checks his bag for his umbrella and his heart drops after discovering his umbrella is nowhere to be found.

→ heavy raindrops fall from the sky and zayne uses his bag to cover you both as you run under a tree. he asks you if you have an umbrella, sighing in relief as you pull out a small one from your bag.

→ the umbrella is small. it barely covers one person and definitely becomes troublesome when two people share one. zayne moves closer to the centre of the umbrella and his shoulder brush against yours.

→ zayne's brain malfunctions for a second, processing that you are next to him and aren't trying to move away.

-> zayne who is so thankful for this small umbrella, it being the reason why you two are closer together. it feels like he's on cloud nine and tries to make this feeling last for as long as possible.

→ zayne subtly brings the umbrella closer to you and the umbrella's inner lining is the only thing he can see. he makes a comment about not being able to remember where the café is and you tease him about having a supposed sharp memory.

→ zayne jokingly complains about how he can only see the umbrella. you look up at him and he swears he can see stars in your eyes. you ask him if he has been covering himself with the umbrella and a lie falls out of his lips.

→ you peek over his shoulder and see that his clothes are dripping. zayne makes a passing comment about how he would rather be drenched in the rain than you and the corner of your lips curl up.

→ you place your hand over his and move the umbrella to closer to him and leave your hand resting on top of zayne's.

→ zayne leads you to the entrance of the café, opening the door for you whilst he puts the umbrella in the storage area. a server leads you to a booth but zayne never leaves your side.

→ zayne tells you to ignore the fleeting looks of people judging you for sitting next to each other instead of opposite each other.

→ you and zayne who are still drenched from the rain outside. wouldn't it be easier for everyone if you just stayed next to each other?

[starlightkwan]

in honour of the new zayne moment that introduced a new squirrel, the name of the friend that clopidogrel was hanging out with is now atorvastatin :)

clopidogrel- zayne li

in which feeding clopidogrel and its friend gives you the courage to confess.

info: confessions, literally the beginning of their relationship, clopidogrel has a friend, zayne lowkey being jealous of clopidogrel

fluff, word count: 855

warnings: none (pls lmk if you spot any!)

notes: am i the only one who enjoys looking back at zayne's posted moments and realising how far they have come? zaynie is so cute

As you stand by the large window in Zayne's office, a four legged furry creature catapults itself to the outside ledge. Clopidogrel. “I know you're a squirrel and all, but what if you don't make the jump from the branch to the ledge? Please don't give me early grey hairs, Clopi!” You put a hand on your chest, slightly shaken from the brown squirrel's mighty jump.

You open the window, placing a few walnuts from your hand onto the white window ledge where Clopidogrel sits. Clopidogrel happily picks up the walnuts with its paws, stuffing its mouth. The walnuts you gave soon end up in the hungry squirrel's spacious cheeks, the outline of the walnuts visible even from the side.

“I see someone was too occupied with feeding this greedy little squirrel that they didn't even notice my presence.” A smooth voice fills the silence.

“Doctor Zayne! You scared me!” You turn around, looking at the culprit who gave you your second scare of the day. “And Clopi is not a greedy squirrel, look at it!” You point to said squirrel, who is chomping down on the walnuts.

Way to prove my point, Clopi.

“How many times have I told you that you don't need to call me Doctor Zayne? Zayne works perfectly fine. Why does Clopidogrel have it's name shortened but I still have to be called Doctor Zayne?” He reprimands.

“Right, sorry Zayne.” You give him a toothy grin, correcting yourself. “Clopidogrel is such a long name, especially for a squirrel! I'm just saving my precious breath.”

“Yes, you are precious.” Zayne mumbles quietly, facing the window.

Did I just hear that correctly?

“Sorry Zayne, what did you just say?” You look up at him.

“I was talking to myself. I wanted to know where I put Clopidogrel's walnuts.” He checks his trousers pockets, talking about how he thought it was where he last left them.

Suspicious. But nevertheless, you bring your packet of walnuts between you both. “Here, we can share.”

Zayne takes a small handful and tries to grab Clopidogrel's attention but fails. “Zayne, look! I think Clopidogrel is trying to introduce us to one of it's friends!” You tap his shoulder, your fingers following another squirrel who makes its way to the window.

“Yes, it seems like Clopidogrel has expanded it's social circle. It's next to their friend. Just like us.” He says, giving the smaller squirrel a couple walnuts.

“Yes like us. Friends.” The words leave a bitter taste in your mouth. The taste of being friend-zoned is absolutely horrible.

But technically, he didn't specify if the squirrels were 'just like us' because of them being friends or if he meant how close they physically were.

Does this mean I still have a chance?

“Are we really just friends though?” You ask carefully. Your heart stammers in your chest, the feeling similar to walking on a very thin line without any safety equipment.

“No.” He takes in a sharp breath. “I have always pictured us as more than just that. But I wasn't sure how to get my feelings across to you, how to bring up the fact that I adore you. So much.”

Without wasting even a second, you crash him into a tight hug with Zayne almost losing his balance in the process. “You don't understand how long I've waited to hear those words from you, Zayne. I'm so happy.”

“I'm so glad to know that you feel the same way, ___.” He pulls you in closer, enough for you to get a trace of his warm, cotton scented shirt. The scent is so inviting, you tighten your embrace around him and the sound of a crinkly plastic packet and light tapping on the window drowns out the sound of Zayne's heartbeat.

Confused and very flustered, you let go of him, trying to figure out the cause of the tapping on window.

Clopidogrel. What a greedy little squirrel.

“I can't believe that two squirrels are the reason we confessed.” He chuckles, shifting the glasses frame higher on his nose bridge.

“I'm sorry for calling you a potential reason for my early grey hairs, Clopi.” You pout. “Please take the rest of the packet and share it with your friend as my apology.” With the packet in hand ready to pass the walnuts, a quick paw swipes it, and a frenzy of loud screeches comes from Clopidogrel as it hurriedly chases after its friend.

“I also cannot believe the squirrels don't have the patience to wait for us to finish our hug.” Zayne crosses his arms over his chest, annoyed.

“I think they're just like you.” You say, your hands behind your back like a giddy child.

“Really? Humour me.”

“They know exactly what they want.” You flutter your eyelashes at him.

“I do. Great observation, but do you know what I want?” He asks, bringing his hands down to your waist.

“Does this answer your question?” Getting on your tiptoes, you wrap your arms around his neck, re-closing the distance between you as you brush your lips on his.

“It does.” He hums, attaching his lips back onto yours.

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[starlightkwan]

i am… confused ?

as a zayne main i spend most of my time on tumblr planning and writing zayne fics. but why is it that the caleb fics that i spend less time on and are somewhat easier to write have more interactions???

are there more caleb mains than zayne mains??

[starlightkwan]

lia's files: about lia

-> 19, she/her

-> istj-t, aries baby, filipina in the uk

-> lads enjoyer and zayne main

-> seventeen lover (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠) i breathe in roze quartz and serenity, not oxygen