#c: greyson

[realmbred]

there were some half-giants that were more skilled at making things. either because they were good with their hands or with their minds. all klogrog had going for him was that he knew where people bled the most from when he hit them. “something like that.” eventually someone was going to make it. might as well take credit for it. “sometimes an arrow's hit isn't true if you're crafty enough though.” other times, it just didn't hurt.

Greyson couldn't help his chuckle when the other continued to argue the point with him, as if he was adamant and not giving any ground or agreeing on anything. "Stubborn, are you arguing for the sake of it my Stormfyre?" Shrykos commented only making Greyson's amused smirk grow.

"Oh so you are working on something of the sort?" The rider teased as he leaned back in his seat, sipping his ale contently. "That they do, and they usually make the most amusing of mistakes, like thinking they can outrun an arrow or stealing a boat will actually save them from my pursuit."

[ask-the-3rr0rs]

Meet the Zombie boys

Greyson "Grim" Nekros

26 years old

The cook in the house

A bit edgy™ because he hates that he's dead

His eye got torn out, uses his hair to cover it

Wants to get out of the Zombie country but also he doesn't want to spread the virus

Stephen C. Miners

24 years old

A bit slow because some of his own brain is missing and he hates it so he always appreciates other people's brains

Surprisingly, makes the money

Likes dogs

Most of the time makes groaning sounds to talk, only actually speaks a sentence if he focuses on that sentence hard enough

Looks tired but isn't, he just naturally looks that way

Robbie Mortzenburg

31 years old

Looks young because he was infected when was young

Irish descent

Drives the car

Has a human girlfriend online

Likes watching let's plays on youtube

[daringsunflowers]

@angelxrp moved to beta

Greyson took a step back and held his hands up when she had yelled at him. “I wasn’t trying to fool you. If you would just calm down and let me explain, please.” He sighed as he lowered his hands. Seeing her cry only broke his heart. He was such a fool, how could he have hurt her like this.  He let out a louder sigh, “Holly just sit down and listen to me okay.. please…” he moved closer to her this time. “I made a big mistake okay… you and I are real.. this is real.  Sure me starting this was for stupid reasoning but…. But look at us now. This is real, you and i are real.. im sorry.. i never meant for you to find out and fuck.. im so sorry.”

[veilmetricked]

"People often times tend to take their own version of the story and twist other people's words. Don't you agree?" That was one of the first things he learned in his training. Sometimes peace treaties had no point because neither side was going to listen to one another. Unless the parties had more to lose than to gain from being at war, they weren't going to be interested. "Being out and the open is a wonderful thing. No one has beautiful as you should have to hide their true self." The second the man said bakery, Joachim had narrowed it down to just a handful of people. That brought a proud grin to cover his face underneath the mask. "That's what's fair, yes."

"Do you not usually make sense to people?" Greyson teased with a soft chuckle. He was often the one who didn't make sense to others. The dragon had picked up a lot about 'human' culture over the centuries but he still often felt like a lot of things went over his head. He considered the other's words, toying with the dragon mask on his face - all he really wanted to do was take it off but Grey attempted to keep up the formality. "I mean I'm not really all that interested in power. I just wanted to live somewhere and open my bakery in a place where I didn't have to hide what I am." He answered thoughtfully. Grey rose a brow at the cocky smile, smirking a little in return. "Oh will we now?"

[gay4way]

ughh what band do i change my blog theme to??

[sunburstlink]

lincoln  wasn't  expecting  to  find  someone  that  reminded  him  of  one  of  his  best  buddies  at  home  ;  gruffly  slapped  together  with  tattoos  and  a  howl  in  him  that  helped  the  mundane  nature  of  life  feel  a  little  more  lively. 

finding  himself  a  six  pack  of  beer  from  the  mess  hall,  link  opened  up  his  cabin  to  greyson  for  them  to  hang  out  and  just  shoot  the  shit  to  be  and  exist  without  having  to  worry  about  all  the  other  shit  that  plagued  them. 

he  was  certain  that  things  would  bubble  up  ;  the  man  looked  agitated  and  annoyed  often,  but  for  now  he'd  focus  on  just  relaxing.

"  here.  "  lincoln  tossed  over  a  can  to  greyson  as  he  headed  over  to  the  living  area  that  was  filled  with  bronze,  gold,  and  orange  motifs  of  the  sun.  "  this  shit  is  so  crazy,  i  can't  believe  i'm  fuckin'  here.  " [ @wxldhxrt ]

[empty-vessel-of-a-person]

M/C is in committed relationship with Zayne

M/C save Zayne in Snowy Serenity and Zayne saves M/C in Hidden Motive. Their love is give and take.

They will lay down their life for the safety of each other.

Zayne let's M/C drives his car.

Whenever Zayne will go to a business trip, he informs M/C right away. He was so happy when she visited him in one of his business trips. But ended up being jealous as well. (Heartstring Healer)

They are basically love drunk from each other.

People around them acknowledge their relationship. Dr. Greyson basically called M/C when he cannot reach Zayne which solidify the theory that they have been dating for quite some time already.

They come such a long way. From that awkward encounter at the café to a very touchy couple.

Developers leaving us clues that they are already an item and had been doing "it". Ex given:

Cozy Afternoon - they are sleeping together in one bed.

Phone Call: Hostage - Zayne left his tie on the sofa. I wonder why it's there? 🤔🤔🤔

Ramblings Come true - M/C only shies away from the kiss because she's sick.

Heartstring Healer - They done it in his temporary office. You can't convince me other wise.

Video Call: Foreign Aid - Zayne practically telling M/C that she can do everything to his body.

They either stay at his or her place.

Secret Times: Sudden Rain - Zayne lightly scolds M/C for still being shy around him when he towels dry her hair.

[elergyhub]

"Is there only one snow leopard in all the area nearby? How did she get knocked up?" Clearly the man was connected to animals, so Bolivar didn't want to encroach on his friends. The last thing he needed was a pig biting his hand because he liked Greyson better. "It's the same as talking to people. A lot of miscommunication can be had." He scoffed at the moose comment again. He would say it to their face, no problem. "I'll keep you posted on how that goes. Unless you hear it through the gossip mill."

"Sure, but Katia is just shy in general, she doesn't like strangers or people over all and especially since she had her cub in the fall." Grey replied. Considering how long he'd lived at camp, there was hardly an animal in the forest he didn't know well. "Speaking their language and understanding them aren't the same thing. And you can go ahead and say that to the mooses faces, I'd love to see their reactions." He smirked a little at the thought of the other demi having to deal with a very angry and offended moose.

[itzpookiepooh]

Okay so I recently went to a concert and was sending my friends and gf the videos I took. Everyone told me my screaming ruined it and it sound like a majestically dying goat (gf's words). So naturally I'm like "hmm the lads boys would definitely have a heartache from my screams" so~

My request is MC sending the boys her concert videos and them thinking it'd be cute or whatever only to be meet the with the most diabolic screams known to man kind 😀

You’re funny I like you 🙂‍↕️

Banshee

Zayne smiles watching the video you sent in his office. You were so excited pointing to the artist showing him how close they were. He chuckles watching you get so happy until you scream. It was bloodcurdling and echoed off his office walls.

“OH MY GOD!!!! ZAAAAAYNEEEEE.” Zayne stared back at the phone with wide eyes. There was no way you were this loud.

Greyson knocks before entering with wide worried eyes. He could hear the scream while walking past the door. Zayne just stares at him as he pauses the video. His ears were surely ringing from your screams.

You texted him if he got it to which he said he did and so did Greyson. You were confused until Zayne explained how loud you were in the video. You were embarrassed but Zayne told you don’t be because you were excited and happy in that moment.

Rafayel was on his ladder when he got your text. You had been excited about this for months and would tell Rafayel about the band constantly. He was excited to see what all the hollering was about when he watched the video. You were front row waving your hands around.

The scream you let out scared Rafayel so bad he fell off his ladder and onto the floor. Luckily he landed on a pile of clutter that broke most of his fall. He shook his hair out of his face before staring at the phone again.

It not only took him off guard but the artist who passed you. Their eyes widen as they laugh at you. This was really the highlight of the video for you because you made them laugh.

“Have mercy.” Rafayel shakes his head and laughs. His cutie is as unpredictable as always.

Caleb couldn’t go with you this time which made him sad but you promised to send him videos. You were jumping with Simone in the pit while the music blasted. You got a little too excited as you screamed at the top of your lungs. It was charged up, loud, and ear piercing. Caleb covered his ear with his hand and clenches as the scream prolongs.

“Geez…” He rubs his ear looking back at the video of you dancing and your phone waving around. He chuckled nervously before sending you a text telling you that you sound like a screaming wanderer.

You replied with an ‘I do?????’ Before going back and watching it. You were deaf when it came to a good time.

Xavier was getting ready for bed when you sent him a video of you and your colleagues at the concert. He brushed his teeth as he watched you dance around, flipping your head from side to side. Your favorite song came on and you screamed so loud the sound on your phone went out. Xavier was shocked and froze his toothbrush hanging from his lips.

He didn’t have the heart to tell you that you broke the sound barrier. He sent you a sweet text and told you he was going to bed. He also told you to feel free to send more videos and he’ll watch them in the morning. The scream echoed in his mind making him crack a smile. At least you were having fun.

Sylus was in bed reading when you sent a video through. You were belting the lyrics with Tara. You guys were basically hollering in each other’s faces. Then the build up happened and when the beat dropped you both screamed. The frequency high for the dragon’s sensitive ears. Sylus flinches immediately covering his ears. He blinks rapidly before looking at the phone again.

You went back to singing making Sylus burst into a fit of laughter. The switch was so abrupt and he couldn’t contain his laughter. He sent a text telling you he got it and have fun. He leaned back with his eyes closed replaying the scream scene in his head causing him to laugh again almost doubling over thinking about it.

I had to add faces to give it more structure and I didn’t want this to be boring with the way I type 😭

[crowofmidnightsworld]

Cooling down | Zayne

Zayne x female reader Type: Smut, almost no plot Synopsis: It was summer. Linkon was hit by a heatwave and you decided to drop by Zayne's office to bring him some ice cream to cool down, but Zayne was the one who ended up helping you cool down. Warnings: MDNI, temperature play, restricion of movement, fingering, oral f!receiving Word count: 1.9

It was the third day in a row that Linkon city had an average temperature of 38°c and you felt like dying. But you knew that Zayne had it worse. You had a couple of days off from work and you could stay home with your AC, that had become your best friend, while Zayne had to work. With that in mind, you decided to do something good. You should definitely drop by his office and bring your favourite sweet tooth some ice cream. Little did you know how that visit would end.

With a tub of the sweetest chocolate ice cream you could find, you went to Asko Hospital. Yvonne and Greyson both jokingly had begged you to give them some too, well Yvonne was joking, but you knew Greyson had been serious about it. You somehow got away from him by telling him that you'd ask Zayne to share but that promise got lost, because of the situation you had found yourself in.

You were sitting on Zayne's desk, him in between your legs and somehow he had tied your wrists together behind your back with his tie. However that could've happened, you didn't even remember but you weren't going to complain. Zayne had been working all day and he had been so happy to see you, especially with that tub of ice cream but was craving something else. Or rather someone else.

"Walking here must've been torture in that heat", he murmured into your ear and he was right, but in that moment the heat you were feeling wasn't because of the temperature outside. Zayne gently moved his fingers along your neck and you let out a hiss at the sudden freezing cold sensation against your skin. Of course he'd use his evol. You had never even considered it, but the sound you made only caused Zayne to chuckle against your ear. Shivers ran down your spine and it wasn't just because of the cold sensation. "Can you do it again?". Your voice was shaky and soft, but Zayne quickly answered by running his fingertips against your neck again. This time taking his time and slowly moving his fingers down to your collarbone. "Anything to help my favourite Patient cool down".

Goosebumps covered your skin from head to toe and you hated that you couldn't move your arms. That you couldn't touch him. But Zayne enjoyed every single second of this. As his fingers continued trailing over your skin, he captured your mouth in a kiss, more desperate than it usually was. Not wanting to waste time, you moved your tongue across his bottom lip, pushing against it, and the sound Zayne made as he opened his mouth was heaven to you. His tongue immediately started pressing against yours, wanting to taste all of you and you let him. It wasn't the first time you and Zayne had done something in his office, but it was still thrilling every time you did.

As Zayne desperately continued kissing you, his hands moved underneath your top and when his cold fingers made contact with your warm skin there, you couldn't keep the gasp in. Your body immediately tried to move away from this sudden cold feeling, but Zayne immediately put his hands on your waist, holding you still. "There are so many more places I need to cool down, Love", he murmured against your lips this time, his voice even deeper than before and you knew that you were done for.

Your breathing quickened the moment Zayne's hands started to travel up and down your sides and he put his mouth on your neck. Kissing and nibbling on the spots that he just cooled down a bit. It felt like torture but you loved every single second of this. He was so skillful with his hands and it was evident to you every time he touched you. Ever so slowly, Zayne reached for your top and pulled it up, obviously not able to take it off completely since your hands were tied behind your back, but he made it work. Your chest was completely exposed and only your bra was keeping Zayne from seeing everything, but his breathing did stock when he saw your black, lacy bra.

"I wanted to surprise you tonight", your voice was nothing but a whisper, seeing how Zayne was looking at you. Reacting to you. Something in his eyes changed, which immediately made something in your warmest spot throb. "So pretty and all mine". There was a growl in his voice as he said this under his breath and just that could've made you finish on the spot. You could only watch as his hands moved to your chest and he pulled down your bra a bit, making your tits spill out.

Zayne didn't waste any time, immediately starting to tease you. His large hands cupping your tits, gently kneading the soft skin with his ice cold hands. It felt like heaven and hell at the same time, and you wanted more. "Let's see what happens when I do this". Even at this point, you weren't fast enough to think about what he meant, before his fingers moved over your nipples, hardening them within seconds. Another hiss escapes your lips, as Zayne started pinching them a little bit. "Fuck... This is...", you started but you couldn't even describe what you were feeling at this moment. You could feel the way Zayne started to smile against your neck, as he started kissing it again, and his fingers continued roaming over your bare skin.

You wanted more. You wanted to pull him closer, touch him, hold him. But you couldn't and it was driving you insane. While Zayne continued playing with your nipples, you could feel yourself getting hotter with every passing second, despite Zayne using his evol to cool you down. Wanting to satisfy the throbbing between your legs, you hooked one leg around Zayne's waist, trying to pull him closer this way. Trying to feel him against you. That attempt didn't quite work out for you, because Zayne immediately took a step back and all you were able to do was whine. "Someone's so needy today", he was mocking you. Teasing you. And while it didn't satisfy you, it did make you want him more.

God, Zayne loved seeing you like this. It was one of the few moments in which he had you wrapped around his fingers and he couldn't wait to see how you'd react to what he's going to do to you next. "I think we should take off those pants". And just like he said he would, he quickly moved to free you from your pants. Even in your compromising position, not able to help him, you suddenly felt yourself sitting on the desk completely bare. No pants and definitely no panties. At this point your heart was already about to burst out of your chest and Zayne noticed it all. The way your breathing picked up, how much you wanted him and especially the glistening wetness of your pussy.

When you first slept with Zayne, you had still been self conscious. You felt so exposed, when you were naked in front of him for the first time but now? You had grown accustomed to the way he'd look at you. The hunger in his eyes not a stranger to you anymore and now you couldn't wait anymore. Just like Zayne couldn't wait, as he knelt down in front of you, keenly inspecting your pussy. So wet and just for him.

The first contact of his cold fingers with your hot skin made you flinch, but Zayne quickly moved his free hand around you and held onto the small of your back. Holding you in place. Zayne couldn't stop thinking about how much he loved seeing you like this. How you'd react to every single one of his touches and how he could make you fall apart with them. At first he's gentle. His fingers slowly glided through your wet folds, before they landed on your clit and that's when he started to put some pressure into his touch. That alone almost made you lose your mind but then he started to blow against the very same spot he had just used his evol on, and all you could do was buck your hips toward him. The mixture of the coldness and his breath, making you feel like it's even colder and once again you hated that your wrists were tied together.

"Zayne, please!". You had never been above begging Zayne for something. Just like he had never been above begging, when you had him wrapped around your fingers. And Zayne wanted to make all of your wishes come true. That's why it didn't take long for you to feel his hot tongue against you. He was savoring every last inch of you, addicted to your taste and he was good at it. Using the perfect amount of pressure, sucking and sometimes nibbling on your clit, and then you felt his cold fingers again. "Let's see what happens when I do this". His words were muffled, because he had no intention of moving away from your pussy and then you already felt it. Zayne pushed two of his cold fingers into you, and that was a sensation you had never felt before.

The combination of his tongue and mouth working wonders and his cold fingers plunging in and out of you almost made your brain short circuit and Zayne knew exactly what he was doing. He moved his fingers at varying speed and with you pushing your hips more and more into his face, chasing the feeling, he knew that you were loving this. Tasting you, seeing you reacting to him like this, had made him so hard but he wanted this to be about you. Needed this to be about you. So he continued using his evol, pumping his fingers into you, lapping at your pussy until he felt you clenching around him.

"Mhmmm, come for me", he hummed against you and that only made you want to lose it even more. You had felt your climax building up the entire time but you were at your breaking point. Zayne was hitting all the right spots, playing you like a fiddle and that's when you lost it. That tight, delicious knot of feelings bursting and it truly felt like you were on fire. Your eyes rolled back as you bit down on your lip, trying not to scream out his name because you two were at the hospital after all, and you were shaking. Zayne's hold on your back became sturdier, knowing that you wouldn't be able to catch yourself if you fell back, and he didn't stop lapping at your pussy. Wanting to taste every single drop of you.

It took you a bit to ride out your climax and to calm down again, but Zayne was patient. He always had been. Once he was satisfied with watching you, knowing that you had come down from that high, he got up from the floor. At this point your brain was mush, only able to watch as he reached around you and untied your wrists. Zayne noticed that you were still trying to catch your breath, which is why he simply wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against his chest. You were definitely tired out, but the feeling of Zayne around you made you smile. "Thank you for the ice cream". You felt a soft kiss being placed on your forehead, yet all you could do was giggle.

[crispin-kreme]

the fear of loosing you ; zayne (love and deep space)

synopsis: you are rushed to the emergency room after suffering from a fatal injury from your mission, and this is not how zayne wanted to see you– not in the emergency room.

genre: angst, fluff at the end

pairings: zayne x gn!reader

warnings: mentions of blood and hospital setting, cursing (not so sure), grammatical errors

note: this is so rushed-LOL AHSHHAHA ok enjoy this is so ass but i love zayne sm THIS IS LONGER THAN I EXPECTED SO I HOPE YOU GUYS ARE WILLING TO READ THIS 🥹

tagging : @shikamiru <3

"clear!"

"page dr. zayne!"

"should we really- he'll not be able to handle this professionally seeing that his partner is the patient here"

"he's a professional! what do you mean?!"

the nurses whispered around, contemplating if they'd page dr. zayne. they weren't sure if he was going to lose it if he saw you in this emergency room. the room was filled with tension and stress. dr. greyson now raises his voice "just page him now! y/n's heart will fail at any moment now. they're losing a large amount of blood." he commanded.

dr. greyson needs to stop the bleeding as well but he needs zayne to take over with compressions.

"what seems to be the–"

his eyes, filled with shock. his breath hitches. zayne, for the first time, maybe in his life, he goes blank. he feels faint. he sees you on that hospital bed bleeding out. he sees dr greyson doing the compressions and other nurses helping him.

"zayne, get in here now!" dr. greyson grunts out. "i'll stop the bleeding. take over first with compressions" he adds. zayne rushes to take over "she needs a blood transfusion." zayne says, trying to keep calm. he grunts as he presses on your chest harder, trying to resuscitate you. zayne watches how your pressure is going down through the monitor.

he tries to keep his tears in "c-come on now." he grunts. zayne does his compressions harder until he feels your ribcage breaking from it. this was normal- he felt this most of the time but it was disturbing for him to feel it when it came to your body. that's when his tears fell. "hold on please" he whispers.

dr. greyson is able to prepare you for surgery. "zayne, can you do this operation?" dr greyson asks. but zayne kept going with compressions. "zayne, you'll break her ribcage even more." dr greyson says.

"zayne, snap out of it!"

he stops the compressions as they hook you to some life support. zayne looks at dr greyson, teary eyed. this was the first time someone has seen him like this. he was stressed, he was scared to lose you. dr greyson sighs "you're stressed. you won't do this srugery." he tells zayne. zayne feels his stomach churning as he sees you almost covered in blood.

zayne stays silent and there was no time to lose. dr greyson goes to the bed you lie at and readies you to go to the operating room. "let's go!" dr greyson commands. zayne watches them bring you to the operating room. he stays silent as he stood in place. he felt tears coming out of his eyes. he was deeply frustrated, he couldn't lose you.

zayne was pacing around his office. as it was already in the middle of the night, he wonders why the operation is taking long. suddenly, the door of his office opens and he stops at his tracks. it was dr greyson. he looks at the dr greyson, hoping for good news.

"how did the surgery go? are they well?" zayne asks hastily. dr. greyson sighs "it was complicated- they lost a lot of blood but they're alright now." he explains. zayne's eyes were filled with worry when he heard that it was complicated.

"what about their heart? their lungs?" he asks again, voice filled with worry. he remembers your injury from fourteen years ago, where you suffered a fatal injury as well. it affected your evol and your lungs (and so as your heart). dr. greyson sighs "zayne, they're alright. y/n's alright, okay?" he says.

dr. greyson speaks once more "i was hoping that you would do their post operation check." he says. zayne nods with no hesitation. "but may i see them already?" zayne asks. dr. greyson nodded "yes but- you have to rest. you've been up all night." he tells him. zayne shook his head "i'm used to it." he says and hurriedly leaves his office.

zayne walks to your room where you're confined. he feels his stomach dropped when he sees you. you were still unconscious, under the influence of the anesthesia and your body recovering. he rushes to the seat next to the hospital bed and he sits down.

he only stares. until tears fell from his eyes.

"i told you not to attend that mission. it would be bad for your health." he mutters under his breath. he wipes his tears. zayne stands up and leans in to give you a kiss on your forehead. "i shall be here when you wake up. get some rest, my love." he whispers, trying not to cry again.

did he go home? no. he stayed at his office, waiting for a page from the nurses that you've woke up or waiting for the sun to rise so he can check up on you.

his morning rounds came and he didn't get the slightest blink of sleep. zayne enters your room and you were still unconscious. he does his usual work. he checks the iv drip, he checks the heart monitor, and he checks your vitals.

zayne only sighs and sits on the chair that was beside your bed. he strokes your hair slowly, "you seem to be having a good sleep." zayne remarks. he couldn't help but tear up again. he sighs and takes his glasses off as his tears fell down again. he gently grabs your hand and holds it to his cheek.

he sinks into the warmth of your palm. his tears were still cascading down his face. "please wake up." he says, almost pleading. he stays in silent sobs. "i don't think i can handle a day with you like this." he says in between sniffles.

you feel his tears on your palm. you stirr in your sleep like state. zayne notices this and puts your hand down but still holding onto it. he watches your eyes flutter.

everything was a blur to you but you see zayne beside you. you squint your eyes for a bit "z-zayne?" you called out. zayne is overjoyed, he really is.

and he shows it- this was rare of him. he wanted to burst out in tears again. "oh god- y/n? you're awake" he says. you nod at him. zayne comes closer to observe you. "i-it hurts." you stuttered out. he nods at you "i know, i know. but you're okay now. everything's alright." he says in a hush tone.

you noticed how puffy his eyes were and how tired looking he was. "zayne, i'm alright." you said to him with a smile. your hand went to zayne's cheek once more. your thumb brushes his face. he feels this again "i thought i would loose you." zayne says as he closes his eyes, feeling your warmth again.

"i'm not going anywhere." you tell him "i love you." you blurted out.

he opens his eyes and looks at you lovingly, "i love you too."

[artmeld]

"Oh thank you for giving me the consent. That was very nice and attractive of you." London didn't halt in going over to Greyson's underwear draw and opened it up. He sifted through some of the pairs and made sure to put his favorite ones on top, hoping that the son of Pan ended up wearing the first thing that he grabbed. This way, he could easily guess what underwear he was wearing. "You're still very fun if you do those things, but doing them is an additional layer of fun." The son of Iris walked over to him. "I wouldn't say they don't want you. I'd love to kiss you if given the chance." London smiled softly as he moved his hand up Greyson's arm. "Can I?"

"I mean I don't know what's so interesting about it but you can look if you want." Greyson chuckled, gesturing to the right draw as he pulled on the ripped jeans. The son of Pan couldn't help his blush at the other's flirting, always surprised when someone flirted with him at all. He nodded as London explained the party a little more before shrugging his shoulders as he pulled on the tank top. Greyson hadn't really kissed anyone or danced with anyone in a long time either. "Am I not fun if I don't do those things? I mean I've done them in the past but no ones wanted to make out with me or dance with me since...a while."

[vampworks]

What is the definition of love?

Pairing: Zayne x Reader

w/c:485

 “What does love really mean to you?” 

Late one shift, Greyson had asked him, still thinking about another failed date's events. Both doctors were sprawled over much-too-small lobby chairs. Blaring white lights shone into their strained eyes as the words spilled from his lips before he could catch them. You were the only thing on Zayne’s mind right now, like the world’s most sappy word association game. Love was the look in your eye when he got you a plushie by cheating with his evol. Love was late-night BBQ runs filled with a quick detour to a bakery. Ever since you both were kids, Zayne had always defined love as something he has with you. 

But he can’t tell Greyson that. He has to give an answer that reflects his brilliant and logical mind, right? All of the moments he shared with you were silly and almost brain-dead, as he would simply allow himself to turn into mush around you. Soft and warm mush as he lay with you in his arms, both of you rambling on about nothing and everything at once. 

“Love is a neurochemical reaction to outward stimuli-” The doctor answers before the mushy center can with a prepared speech on dopamine, but Greyson interrupts with a loud sigh. “No, we know that, but beyond that,” Zayne responds with a sigh of his own. “I’m aware; my actual answer is much too hard to explain at such a late hour.” The sound of pagers is heard throughout the room, and they’re both gone in an instant. Although the interaction is over, the question lingers in the back of Zayne’s mind. He wants to ask you. You were much better suited to these things, but that would be cheating, wouldn’t it? So, instead, he let it fester till he came up with his own answer.

After another night tangled in the sheets of your bed, Zayne realized what you really are. A drug of the worst variety. This is affectionate, I swear, but he really does see you in the same vein as his biggest opp, alcohol. A single drop and he’s knocked on his ass, flying on a high he never wants to come down from. The control and resilience he’s worked so hard to build all go to waste when you touch him. When you dare to say you want him, his brain fries when your thighs straddle his. The composure is shattered as you let him fall onto your chest after he all but begs to hear your heartbeat. Just checking to see if it's still working as his hands shake and his breath halts. He needs to know you're real. That you're ok and that this isn’t just another dream he’ll wake up from. 

Love, to Zayne, was a way of freeing himself. An exciting rush followed by a calm wave that he never wished to wean himself from.

[zerocoded]

summary: imagine you are also a doctor at akso hospital and you are married to the hottest man in linkon city: dr. zayne or where only you can make doctor zayne rest.

authors note: my first post for love and deepspace because i've been obssessed and also my first work in 18 months lol, pls be kind because writing has traumatized me for eight years now シ (i've played this game everyday since i started playing and suddenly i'm poor). i found this beautiful drawing on pinterest, credits to the beautiful owner.

warnings: touch deprived doctor zayne • reader is a badass doctor • sfw content yay

word count: 1.3k

you lost track of dr. zayne’s success the moment his office became crowded with more awards than family photos, his house came to be emptier and his headache frowns became more frequent. as his lover and wife, your first instinct was to bring the issue up on your next pillow talk and make him take a break from work. as his colleague, your worried glances over a surgery table could only do so much. 

“did he go another night without sleep?”, the question lingered in the air as your eyes met for the first time this morning. the outside banter of a crowded akso hospital was left behind the double doors of his office as you made your way to his table, white coat swinging in the air as you walked towards him.

“liar”, your first attempt at communication was surprisingly effective considering the man's ruined attention span lately, “i waited for you last night. did our house become a tourist attraction to you, dr. zayne?”.

“good morning to you too, my lovely wife”, his response was calm as usual, the tone of his voice focused and serene.

“we agreed on a maximum two-night shifts per week”, you made a c-turn at his office table and crossed your arms when he finally looked at you under his specs. 

“i’m sorry, my love, i’ll make it up to you on the weekend, i promise”.

standing by his side, he leaned back on his office chair and spun until he was facing you. the tiredness under his green eyes is evident to you. even his hair was a little more unkempt than usual, the black strands pushed all the way back so his vision was cleared. absentmindedly, you trace his forehead with your hands trying to tame the few strands that had fallen over his eyes.

your husband was hot as fuck.

“what is it this time?”, you don’t waste more time reminiscing about his beauty even after a deadly night shift, as dr. greyson told you as soon as you got here this morning, and turned to his computer so you could examine the documents he was looking at before you interrupted him. 

the props of also being a brilliant doctor were that you could win your husband over logical arguments now and then, so you didn’t waste time and started scrolling through the pages with a precise eye and a dangerous closeness to a touch-deprived zayne beside you.

his hands started roaming over your hips as soon as you leaned over his table to study the special case he was eyeing, the grip on your waist proving to you that even the stoic dr. zayne also missed his wife's touch after a long day of work. or night - you should say?

“primary cardiac tumor?”, you mumble over his desk, attention divided between the computer screen and zayne’s caress on your skin.

“yes, on the posterior side of the left atrium, you can see it on the fifth slide”, his grip on your hips tightens as you reach for the computer mouse and lean a bit more over him, trying to locate the fifth slide he was talking about.

before that, said doctor demands your attention, “you smell good, princess”, his husky tone reaches your ears and you let out a smile as you feel his face getting closer to your covered arm, gaze still locked on the screen before you. 

“that’s what happens when you go home to take a shower, you know”, you couldn’t help but retort, ignoring his curious nose sniffing your shoulder away and his left hand shamelessly sizing your bum behind you. “evol surgery on an eighty-three-year-old patient?”, your frown didn’t go unnoticed by the surgeon and he finally detaches himself from you to explain more clearly - hand still on your ass, mind you.

“we talked to the family and that’s what they agreed upon”, he says - tone raspier than before, “i’m just revising the case for greyson, he said he wanted me to take a look first”.

of course he did, zayne is the epitome of reliability in and outside of work. you just wished he ate his meals on time and listened to you now and then.

“if this is the reason you left your wife alone in your house overnight, i’ll seriously murder that rat”, you went back to crossing your arms and standing beside his office chair, the visible pout on your lips moving the heartstrings on your husband’s chest.

zayne lets out a chuckle.

“you shouldn’t threaten your colleagues like this, princess, people may think i married an assassin”, his little smirk and firm grip on your waist were a deadly combination - you thought to yourself-, his timbre so light and sincere you couldn’t help but think that he must have been tired as hell.

“that brat spends more time with you than me. are you two a thing now?” you ignore his advances and pretend to reject his touch. 

“an emergency popped up the second i started the car. yvonne went running to me before i got out”, his voice turned more serious and you took a step further, decreasing the distance between your bodies, “thirty-six, coronary artery bypass graft, had to perform resuscitation mid-surgery because his blood pressure dropped randomly”.

you nod, a pout still visible on your face. when you feel both his arms circulating around you and bringing you closer, you can already smell the fragrance of forgiveness in the air. 

“are you tired, baby?”, you couldn’t help but worry, glad that you were the only person on this planet that could detect zayne’s lies. he could be stubborn as a toddler sometimes.

your hands leave your sides and you tilt his chin up so you could see his eyes.

you take his glasses off and put them on the table. zayne’s eyes instantly closed from exhaustion. you run your fingers through his eyebrows and try to relax his facial muscles, kissing his forehead and smiling.

“i can do another one if they need me”, he says, tone whispering for only your ears to catch. you let out a little smile over his response, knowing he was telling the truth. 

“couch nap?”, you happily offer him the idea, looking over the big couch he had in his office next to the city view. you let out a squeak as soon as he stood up and took you with him, carrying you towards the couch like you weighed nothing.

“fucking finally”, was the only answer you got before zayne was dropping you on the couch and taking off both of your coats, leaving you free to cuddle in the not-so-big space. you also giggled when he went to his office door and saw him locking the room, smiling big as he returned to you.

the perks of being the chief cardiac surgeon at the hospital was that you got a big office where your pretty wife could come and distract both of your stressed forms between breaks. zayne was grateful you shared the same passion of saving lives as him.

“are you free tonight?”, zayne’s mouth was so close to your ear you couldn’t help but freeze when he leaned over you.

“do you have plans for me? are you inviting me out of pity, doctor?”.

“just asking my wife if she will be at home tonight, since i’m not the only one who tends to spend nights working at the hospital”. he pressed his body closer to your back.

“well, i should be done by 7, the question is if you are going to listen to me for once and take a day off?”, you interlace our fingers over your chest and hear a chuckle behind you.

“as they say, happy wife, happy life, i’m not arguing on this anymore, princess”.

“yeah, you better”.

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❛  come on, talk to me, please. i can hear it in your voice that something is wrong.  ❜

[cologona]

Don’t hide this in the tags OP it’s so good!

I used to think Damian was the kid who would never be able to escape Bruce bc he’s his blood son & his perspective is going to be really skewed coming from the LOA - even the Waynes’ dysfunction would look hunky dory in comparison - but yeah it’s actually Dick. He who looks out for his younger siblings (and more always keep coming), who orbits around Batman even after striking out on his own superhero career.

ALSO. also the thing with dick and bruce, right? is that bruce was all dick had. is that tim and cass and damian all had barriers. all had other adults to go to and have parental attachments to, tim even had a dad for most of when he knew bruce. dick couldn’t do what they did, it was him and bruce and alfred who would always be on bruce’s side when it comes down to it, in his inaction if nothing else, and literally nobody else. so of course this eight year old will grow up impacted so much by his unfit guardian, there was nobody else.