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˗ˏˋlate night studyingˊˎ˗

┊ summary: when MC finds herself with no ┊ motivation to get her college assignments ┊ done, a gentle snowman comes to study with ┊ her. What ensues is a very sweet study session

┊ content: reader x Zayne, no use of y/n, MC isn’t ┊ a hunter, fluff, college au (ig?), study session, ┊ comfort, to help me with my own motivation ┊ because lord knows college is hard, tooth ┊ rottingly sweet, Zayne raw dogs studying like a ┊ maniac, I used the American uni system ┊ because I don’t know anything else lol ⋆˚

┊ rating: 18+ / mdni / no smut ⋆˚

┊ word count: 1.5k ⋆˚

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A frustrated groan fell from her lips as she placed her head on her laptop, the ‘v’ key being pressed down, causing her paper to flood with that letter.

“Is there a reason you’re filling pages with a single letter?” A voice asked behind her. She picked her head up, tired eyes greeting the man behind her who looked as tired as she did, if not more.

The library was rather dead tonight but that didn’t stop either of them from talking in low voices out of respect for the other overachievers amongst the shelves. She sat at a table facing a ceiling to floor window with a wonderful view of the city. Unfortunately, the city lights didn’t magically give her the right motivation for her work.

“Zayne… I thought you would have been tucked away in one of the study rooms.” She comments, her fatigue evident in her tone.

“Mmm… normally yes but they have all been taken. Finals are in a month and well…” he said before shrugging his shoulders a bit. Yes, she knew all too well how med students needed to study. She had been friends with Zayne for little over a year now, meeting in freshmen year in a history class of all things. The two were complete opposite fields yet still working in the sciences. She was studying STEM, just not his version. Zayne wanted to be a cardiologist. He was an overachiever at being an overachiever, already pushing into junior year credits for most in his sophomore year. He wanted to graduate early so he took classes throughout the entire day, racking up about 18 to 20 credits per semester just so he could become a surgeon faster. She wasn’t even sure that was allowed but he was doing it.

She, however, was barely able to manage a 13 credit work load. Then again, she didn’t share the same motivations he did.

“Can I sit here and work?” An unexpected question for sure. Zayne was a loner and the times they had studied together could be counted on her fingers. Her shock must have made it to her face because Zayne chuckled a bit before walking around the large table and sitting down without a second thought. She watched him confused as he pulled out all his books and his laptop. It was like clockwork how he began to study with no hesitation. She envied him. She envied him so very much.

As her music switched she realized that Zayne didn’t grab headphones. “Are you just raw doggin’ studying?” She questioned, gaping at him like a fish. There was no way-

“Um… if you mean not having distractions then yes. I work better with silence,” he answered, clearly taken back by her choice of words.

“Gods, you cannot be human-“ she mumbled before looking back at her screen and grimacing at the 3 pages of ‘v’s. She missed Zayne’s small smirk at her comment as she started highlighting the letters to delete them.

The two got back to work. She found it easier to work when the man across from her was so dedicated. She wanted to be like that so desperately. His ambition was beyond anything she could ever manage and she really wondered how he always did it. She knew he was lucky with his family supporting him because he didn’t have the time for a part time job like she did.

She wanted to ask if he ever had fun. Well she knew the answer to that. “This is fun” he would say with his nose still stuck in his book. She wanted to scream at that moment. Why did she have to be so burned out? Well she knew… Zayne had explained to her that in a recent study it was shown that student’s pain receptors go crazy when faced with the idea of homework like math. She wondered if Zayne felt that too…

Yet she continued to work, doing little dances when a good song would come on. It wasn’t long before motivation showed up and she was actually having fun with her studies.

She didn’t notice Zayne taking peeks at her every once and a while, a small barely there smirk present on his lips. He decided in that moment that he needed to study with her more often. He enjoyed her light presence and her whispered words while she revised out loud. It was interesting to see the way she would light up when a concept clicked or when something was getting really interesting. Like now he could see her practically buzzing in her seat over something.

“What’s got you so excited?” He asked, setting down a highlighter to give her his attention. He could use a small break to listen to her.

“Oh- sorry I didn’t mean to distract you,” she chuckled awkwardly, a blush creeping up her neck.

“You didn’t. I just know that look, what’s interesting?” He pressed, wanting to hear her ramble.

She looked a bit surprised before she took a few moments to consider her words before she launched into a rant about her current study material. Zayne didn’t really understand it. Her area of expertise was not his own. He listened though, finding it interesting nonetheless. His chin rested in his palm while he watched her. He admired her passion, how she expressed herself. It was clear she cared about what she spoke about, it was rare to find people who were passionate.

The rest of the night they sat in silence, only noises were her whispers and typing. It stopped when she leaned back and yawned loudly though.

“Calling it a night?” Zayne asked curiously. She looked at him with heavy eyes before nodding. “Definitely, I’m so tired. I finished enough for today.”

Zayne nodded, assuming she was just going to go. “Would you like to grab some food?” She asked him, eyes hopeful. Zayne looked around at his work, realizing that all he was really doing now was repetition. He had finished his work.

“Food would be nice. Do you have a spot in mind?” He asked while starting to pack his things.

“Um… no. What is even open this time of night?” She wondered while pulling out her phone to look.

“Ah, I know a stall that stays open all night.” He stood up, his backpack slung over his shoulder. He smiled while holding out a hand for her. “I could go for something sweet.”

“You could always go for something sweet,” she countered and Zayne just nodded with a small smile. She noticed a few months into their friendship how Zayne always had a sweet treat in class. He wasn’t a fan of history, normally opting to work on different subjects while the professor lectured. However, that work was always accompanied by a candy of some sort. She had started bringing her own as well, then soon they brought each other candy. She enjoyed their mostly silent exchanges. Neither of them really discussed their shared sweets, they just fell into the habit.

The two walked through the library in comfortable silence until they were outside. The air was chilly and she shivered as a gust of wind swept through her core. Moments later a long coat was draped over her shoulders.

Looking over, Zayne was now just in a sweater, his coat in her possession. “Zayne- you need your coat!” She tried to argue but he didn’t seem to worried.

“I’m used to the cold, remember… ice Evol?” He chuckled, using his hand to create a few snowflakes for emphasis.

“Right,” she grumbled before adjusting the coat to actually put it on and move her bag. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he said simply before walking off, wordlessly leading the way to their sweet treat of the night.

Upon arriving she insisted he get something with more sustenance. Zayne pretended to be upset by this but his cheeks warmed from her insistence. He blamed it on the cold but in reality he was shy about having someone else care for his health. As an aspiring doctor it’s hard to focus on your own health. However, here she was, taking care of him like it was her job.

The two didn’t stay out much later and Zayne insisted on driving her home for the night. She didn’t give him back his jacket after getting out of his car and he didn’t say a single word to remind her that she was cuddled up in it. Instead, he just gave her a gentle smile and wished her a goodnight.

The smile he received back, sleepy and content, was enough to have his cheeks flushing all over again. She didn’t notice this time though, it was far too dark.

Zayne watched her go into her apartment, making sure she got in safely before driving off.

What Zayne didn’t know is that she had known she was still wearing his jacket but she wanted to see if he would ask for it back. She giggled to herself as she hung it neatly next to her own jackets by the door.

“What a gentle snowman…”

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Fandom so small it’s just me in my room writing drabbles about an OC that is completely independent from any other form of media and the only one that knows anything about her is my bff who made her husband lol

I love my vampire girl <3

Side note I wish I could draw so I could show her off better but I haven’t the art skillz. All I got is writing

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ICE raids are set to start as soon as tuesday (JAN 21, 2025) in Chigago so make sure you know your rights, your community, and your plan.

ICE MUST have a warrant to search/enter any property. they will lie and manipulate you to allow them on the premises but if they arent holding a valid document in their hands they cannot legally do anything

They may say something like "our warrant is in the truck," tough shit, have them bring it to you, DO NOT FOLLOW THEM ANYWHERE. Do not leave your property if confronted.

If you are taken, say nothing until a lawyer is present. The exception is if there are bystanders present/filming, then you should shout your name and whats happening

If you are witnessing a raid in your community, wait to warn others via phone as the cops may be monitoring nearby communications and may use that to select their next targets. Warn by code or word of mouth

escape if the opportunity presents itself, but dont be stupid.

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˗ˏˋyou are worth moreˊˎ˗

┊ summary: When MC and Zayne’s kisses get a ┊ bit heated, MC panics and has a breakdown ┊ before explaining that she is asexual. Zayne, ┊ obviously, does everything he can to comfort ┊ her.

┊ content: reader x Zayne no use of y/n, she/her ┊ pronouns, fluff, explicit, mentions of sex, ┊ comfort, crying, panic attack, reassurance, fear ┊ relating to sex, fear of non-con (NO NON- ┊ CON), no smut either! ⋆˚ 

┊ rating: 18+ / mdni / no smut ⋆˚ 

┊ word count: 1.7k ⋆˚ 

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To give background this is going to be talking about an MC who has dealt with men only finding value in her body and never feeling loved without having to provide sex. I did this as pure self indulgence to comfort me lol.

No Zayne is a sweetheart and would never hurt us.

I would also like to mention that I sort of made Zayne aware of his past lives… I know that’s not canon but I do not care

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“You’re perfect,” he whispers before going back in for more, his lips finding hers easily before grabbing onto her waist to draw her into his lap.

The two have been dating for about 3 months, nothing has ever gone past kissing and neither of them cared. It wasn’t like Zayne wasn’t already used to it and she was asexual so she definitely didn’t care… Only as Zayne’s hands wandered further towards her ass she realized that she never actually told him she was asexual.

She momentarily paused the kissing, and Zayne leaned back, a small grin on his partly shut eyes. “Are you okay?” He asked, his thumbs rubbing soft circles just above her ass. Without thinking she nodded which gave Zayne the permission he needed to lean back in giving her a peck on the lips before trailing down to her neck.

The feeling was nice, something she had always enjoyed and yet she could feel herself tensing when his hands fully grasped her butt. A sharp inhale came with her gripping his shoulders a bit more rough. She didn’t want to shake. Please don’t shake. Please don’t shake.

She must have been doing a good job at hiding her slight panic and uncomfortable posture because Zayne kept going, his teeth nipping at a more sensitive spot of her neck that pulled a gasp from her lips. He chuckled softly before licking that spot.

A mantra was repeated in her head. “Do it for him. Do it for him. You’ll be fine.”

She was repeating it so much she barely processed that she was starting to panic. Zayne noticed though, stopping his kissing when he felt something wet land on his cheek. He pulled away, his brows knitting with concern before his eyes were shot wide and he pulled his hands from her ass to cup her cheeks.

“Sweetheart… my love, open your eyes. What’s wrong?” He pleaded, his ever calm and even tone breaking slightly at the sight of her tears.

She didn’t open them though, not grasping that she was crying. “It’s nothing, I’m fine. Keep going,” her words were sure but her tone gave away her real thoughts. Her body along with her voice was shaking now. She was on autopilot, ready to do whatever she needed to do. She couldn’t lose Zayne. She knew this would happen but she thought she may have more time, but she just had to deal with it. She couldn’t handle the thought of him leaving her.

“You need to open your eyes,” Zayne said, leaving no room for any argument. Hesitantly she opened her eyes, finally realizing that she was crying after having to blink away tears to see Zayne properly. She looked shocked before reaching up to brush away the tears with a shaking hand. “Gods- I’m so sorry. I don’t… I don’t know why I’m crying,” she said, trying to laugh despite her racing heart.

“My love, you know you can’t lie to me. What happened? Did I do something?” He questioned, pure concern in his voice. His hands still cupped her cheeks, brushing his thumbs over the fresh tears that ran down.

“No you-“ she paused. What was she doing? This was Zayne. Zayne for the love of the gods. He wouldn’t leave her over sex. Right?

Zayne waited patiently as she organized her thoughts, letting her feel for as long as she needed. However he went into slight panic mode when she just broke down into sobs. Carefully he pulled her close by the back of her head, resting her head on his shoulder so she was looking away from him. Zayne had only seen her have one panic attack throughout their fairly short relationship but luckily he was a doctor and had gone to a few lectures about mental health to better help his patients.

Using his evol, Zayne made his hands colder to press against her body, evening out her temperature so she didn’t overheat. She relaxed slightly at this, her cries momentarily halting to let out a small pleased sigh. He cooed to her while gently stroking her hair, praying that his efforts would be successful.

It took a few minutes for her to be aware enough to focus on her breathing, lead by Zayne as he exaggerated each of his breaths for her to follow. Pressed against his chest she took a deep breath in when he did, sinking further into him when he let the breath go. It was a few more minutes until she was calm enough to speak.

“I’m sorry.” Was the first thing she said and Zayne shook his head immediately. “There is no reason to be sorry, my love. Let’s keep breathing. We can talk about it when you are more calm,” he said, clearly not happy yet with her racing heart.

“No I’m… Zayne I-“ she said while pushing away from his shoulder, her hands resting on his chest. They started shaking again and Zayne took this as his cue to grab ahold of them. He waited again, letting her find her words on her own time.

“I’m asexual,” she blurted, her eyes never meeting his as she admitted it. It felt like a sin, to say it outloud as she was still perched in his lap. Zayne didn’t say anything and she immediately started panicking again at his lack of response. She tried to remove herself from his lap but he held her hands close.

“None of that. Please look at me,” he said or rather commanded. She felt helpless to it, sure that he was going to tell her that they weren’t going to work if she couldn’t provide her body. However when she looked up, her bloodshot eyes saw his concern rather than distaste. “I need you to promise me, for now, that you are going to tell me exactly what you want me to do, how you want me to do it. If you want to move, I need to hear it. No nodding, no humming, clear words. Can you do that for me?” He asked. His demands weren’t truly demands, they sounded more like pleas. A sense of calm washed over her as she realized she was being irrational.

“I can,” she answered, wanting to make this situation as easy as possible.

“Perfect. Now, if you need to move away and for me to let go, tell me.” He looked so sure and his hands were holding her own with such care and warmth that she almost wanted to cry again thinking of leaving his lap.

“No. Please, I want to stay.” Zayne nodded to her words, not moving a muscle.

“Did I make you uncomfortable? And before you ask that, please be honest, I will not be mad.” He squeezed her hands gently, trying to reassure her.

She hesitated for a moment before nodding, “yes.”

“Did you think I wanted to have sex?”

“Yes…”

“And you are not comfortable with having sex?”

“Well I’m… I don’t… it’s complicated,” she admitted, feeling her voice tremble again.

“My love please don’t cry. It’s okay, you are safe. I would never do anything without your permission. You’re in control of this situation right now.” He moved her hands up to his lips, giving her knuckles a soft kiss like he always did. She smiled weakly at it, feeling her heart soar.

“I just… I’ve had bad experiences- I don’t. I don’t want to lose you because I don’t want sex.”

Zayne’s eyes looked hurt. Guilt and worry covering his features. “Sweetheart, I would never leave just because of sex. That’s… I’m not like that. I don’t need sex to be happy,” he assured, praying his words would be enough. Although he could tell this insecurity and fear was ingrained deep within her, he would have to prove his words with actions.

She didn’t say anything to his confession, not knowing what to say. She wanted to believe him. She did believe him but her fragile emotions weren’t letting her vocalize it.

“I know you may not believe me, but I will never ask that of you if it is not what you want. I will still be by your side for as long as you will have me, with or without sex. I do not need sex to know that I love you,” Zayne admitted, pouring his heart out. It was true… he would love her no matter where or when or what. He has loved her in each lifetime, even when she wasn’t there. He would bend over backwards to ensure she knew he loved her.

“Wait you- You love me?” She asked, her voice now trembling for an entirely different reason. Her red face from crying only got redder at his admission.

Zayne looked a bit shocked. He hadn’t meant to say it yet. It had only been three months. “Well I… shit. I apologize if that was too sudden. I do mean it, I love you but I also understand how abrupt that was-“ Zayne was going to continue to ramble apologies but she put a finger over his lips.

“I love you too,” she confessed, a small smile on her lips as she said it. Zayne’s cold heart warmed in an instant. To hear her say it… it never will get old.

“Gods, I’m so lucky.” He picked up her hand again, kissing it. “If you never want sex, we will never have sex. If you think you might want to change your mind as you said it was complicated, then we can come back to this conversation and go from there. But you never have to worry about losing me over something so trivial. Your presence… the mere thought of you is worth more than the moments of pleasure during sex. You are worth more.”

New tears rolled down her cheeks as she stared at him, feeling her lips curl into a smile once again.

From then on there was no question on if Zayne would leave her because of sex. He proved to her again and again that he would love her no matter what. After all, loving her was the easiest thing he could do.

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𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

┊ currently writing for: love and deepspace ⋆˚ 

┊ masterlist TBA ⋆˚ 

┊ ao3 ⋆˚ 

┊i’m a Zayne girly

┊ ˗ˏˋabout meˊˎ˗ ↴

┊ hi! i’m not new to writing fanfics, if you look at ┊ my ao3 you will see many fics from my old ┊ fandom but this is my first time writing for ┊ tumblr. a few things to note . . . ⋆˚ 

┊ i do not write smut but i will write suggestive ┊ themes so my blog is +18 ⋆˚ 

┊ do not expect much from my writing, i do it in ┊ my very limited free time so i’m not ┊ consistent ⋆˚ 

┊ i write a lot of one shots because i hate posting ┊ unfinished series ⋆˚ 

┊ don’t hesitate to ask me about stuff or propose ┊ ideas but please know that i will not fulfill ┊ requests, i don’t have the time or writing skills ┊ for that </3 ⋆˚

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Apparently Lads players in CN are organizing to not spend the first 3 days of the banner. Not only for Sylus and Caleb, but also because Infold is separating the pulls rewards and being greedy, if player let this pass they will accept this as the fandom not caring about them separating cosmetics from outfits and making rewards more difficult to obtain in future banners.

For the upcoming banner (Tomorrow's catch-22), Infold separated the hair from the outfit so people need to pull more (85 for the first) for a cosmetic that should be included in the crate, like Caretaker banner with the butler outfit, ears and tail.

Pls reblog to share the info. Likes don’t work in tumblr like in other apps.

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Oh my beautiful MC

Her name is Imari Gold and she is living her best life with her men — thank you Infold for this update 🙏

Two pairs of glasses to see the bullshit she has to deal with

I think she (me) has a type