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Focus and Distraction

A Zayne x F!Reader fluffy shortfic [Love and Deepspace]

Summary: What do you do when you’re distracted by your partner’s arms when trying to work? Arm wrestle him, of course. Pairing: Zayne x F!Reader WC: ~1.5k Content tags: fluff, suggestive themes, arm wrestling, thirsting over arms A/N: Reader is better than me cause I personally would’ve asked to be put in a chokehold and dragged to the bedr— *gets shoved in a van* THANKS FOR READING *scrumpt through the cracked windows as the van speeds off*

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It was a day as normal as any, with Zayne tapping away at his laptop, buried in his work, while you polished off reports and fielded mission requests on your tablet. Seated comfortably at his kitchen table, you both toiled away at your respective responsibilities. You’d often engage in this coworking practice — it was the perfect solution to your unfortunately busy schedules, granting you a chance to see each other despite it all.

And the comfort that his calm presence provided during your work sessions was no secret; you found yourself more productive, more motivated, and less likely to spiral into needless anxieties when your slate grew a little too full. You liked to think he felt the same, that you could at least make his work more bearable, though he’d never verbalized it.

But today, his presence was beginning to become a bit of a problem.

You see, it was a balmy May afternoon, and with the weather becoming increasingly warmer, wardrobe changes naturally followed. Namely, Zayne’s dress shirt, usually neatly cuffed at the wrist, was now rolled up, exposing his sculpted arms. It was a minor change, one that could easily be overlooked and probably went unnoticed by everyone else, but it was all you could look at right now. Consuming your every thought, as your finger hovered over your tablet, occupied by nothing.

“It’s not break time yet,” Zayne sighed with his eyes still glued to his screen, and you startled. The man truly had a sixth sense.

The timer-clock you’d purchased for him as a gift, in the shape of a cute tomato, sat between you at the table, confirming that you were indeed only five and a half minutes into your fifteen-minute work block. You frowned at its adorable yet accusatory gaze.

“I know, I know,” you replied, willing yourself to return to your reports.

But the rhythmic typing that came from Zayne’s side of the table called you, and it wasn’t long before your eyes were glancing upwards again. The small, almost imperceptible throb of his arm muscles as he pressed down on the enter key, a push ever so slightly harsher than his normal typing, had you captivated. You loudly tapped at your tablet, paying the endless words on your report no mind as you stared. If he could hear you working, then he couldn’t possibly catch you in the act, right?

But he did. Eyes darting up impossibly fast, Zayne’s gaze caught yours and you were far too slow to look away.

“If you need to take a break right now, we can do that,” he said. He’d always been understanding of the ebbs and flows of focus, and how uncontrollable those tides were. So when you would become visibly distracted, he’d be less rigorous with enforcing the schedule you’d both set for yourselves. Little did he know that he was the very reason that your mind was endlessly wandering today.

“Nope,” you said as your shifty eyes met with your tablet once more, only to find that you’d deleted the last five lines of your report in your blind tapping. Resigned, you sighed. “Ok, maybe I do need a break.”

A soft smile tugged at Zayne’s lips as he half-closed the lid of his laptop, directing his full attention to you. “Short walk or tea?”

You pondered your two choices for a bit before a glint of playfulness flashed in your eyes. You couldn’t suppress the smile that invaded your expression as you responded: “Neither. Arm wrestle me.”

Zayne raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “Arm wrestle?”

“Yeah, you know, to refocus,” you offered. “Something about muscle activation, blood flow…”

You trailed off, hoping he’d have some explanation that could give credence to your odd request.

“Stretching one’s muscles is important to reduce strain caused by long stationary periods, and light exercise can improve blood flow, which is linked to—”

“Exaaactly,” you interrupted, which earned you the mildest frown, more of a pout really. But you had more pressing matters at hand. “So let’s do it.”

You gently swept the devices and papers that littered the table to the side before leaning your elbow onto the dark wood. Zayne stared at you for a moment, incredulous, but soon obliged, clamping your hand within his. His soft fingers were cool to the touch, yet the warmth that settled within you was anything but. For the sight you were taken with right now was even better than you’d imagined. The muscles of his arms were now fully flexed despite his gentle grasp, their chiseled edges sharp enough to cut glass. Yet the soft curves where the muscle dipped beckoned you, the outline of taut veins branching under his skin as he shifted his elbow.

A breathy laugh escaped your lips, satisfaction taking over. You’d already seen every part of Zayne, countless times at that, but you doubted you’d ever find a sight more perfect than this. It was the subtlety of it all, the way the weight of his muscle shifted with every small movement, the way his sleeves constricted around the girth when his elbows bent, the almost forbidden setting in which all these little details invaded your eyes and mind. You briefly pondered whether this was how Victorian men felt when they managed to glimpse a stray ankle in the ballroom.

“Ready?” Zayne said in that low half-whispered tone he knew you liked, and the smirk he wore let you know he was probably already onto you. Not that you cared.

“Don’t hold back,” you replied. If only he knew how much you meant it.

You gently tapped the table in a mock countdown, signaling the beginning of the battle. Three, two, one.

You braced yourself, digging your free arm into the table as you pushed. But your strength was met with no reciprocation — the fact that your joined palms remained in a standstill told you as much, and the barely perceptible twitch in his arm confirmed that he wasn’t even playing, not really. And the ratcheting anticipation that had built up within you remained an unresolved ache that bloomed in your abdomen.

“You’re letting me win,” you huffed, and he confirmed your suspicions with a smirk as he let you slam his arm down with a soft thud.

He chuckled as he softly stroked the back of your hand with his thumb. “There’s no fairness in beating such a distracted opponent.”

A flush crept from your ears and through your heating face. You felt silly for getting so worked up about something so banal, but part of you couldn’t help but smile at the fact that Zayne was actually entertaining this. Seemed to be enjoying it, even.

“Hmm,” you hummed, bringing your free hand to boldly trace at the ever so slightly raised veins on his arm. “That won’t hold up in court. When I tell all your colleagues that I beat you at arm wrestling. Maybe I’ll post a moment commemorating my victory…?”

You trailed off, the delectable firmness under your palm, his muscles constricting and relaxing as you moved up his arm, the goosebumps you felt prickling at your fingertips, all doing nothing to quell the mounting thrill drumming in your core.

“In that case…” said Zayne before gently pulling your free hand away. And his next gesture was not so gentle. He effortlessly pushed up against your palm, teasingly letting up as your interlinked hands were upright again. You grabbed onto the edge of the table with your free hand, which you were pretty sure was considered cheating, as Zayne somehow kept your strengths matched while his hold on your palm somehow remained soft. And in an instant, the tables were turned. Your arm was roughly shoved down before you had the time to react, but you only had eyes for one thing.

You watched the muscles in Zayne’s arm ripple deliciously as he stretched his fingers, finally untangling his hand from yours. He let out a soft breath, something between a grunt and a sigh, relishing in his victory. And you were relishing in something else entirely. You let out a breathy sound of your own, much less intentional than Zayne’s.

“And that’s five minutes,” Zayne coolly remarked, as if nothing had ever happened. “Break time’s over.”

“Oh.”

“We are still working,” he said as he adjusted the cuffs of his rolled-up sleeves, his taut muscles constricting the fabric with the movement. Thirty wanderers wearing top hats could walk through the front door right that instant and you still wouldn’t have been pulled from the sight.

Right. Work.

“Do we have to?” you pleaded.

“Hmm,” he hummed. “That depends. Are you still… distracted?”

“Yes.”

Zayne sighed, a voiceless exhale. But the twinkle in his hazel eyes, the half-cocked smile that tugged at his lips, and the soft tightening and releasing of his forearm muscles as his fingertips drummed the table top betrayed a palpable anticipation. “Then we should do something about that.”

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webtoon tf

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who in LADS

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sigh…the mischaracterization…

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The lads as your cats💕

(Thought of this at like 1 am yesterday:3)

Xavier is your beautiful white kitty. His blue eyes would constantly look at you with such pleading doe-eyes. Watching and following you everywhere.

He would mostly sleep. Like, all day. But usually on you. If you where working at your desk, he would sleep in your lap. If you’re watching tv, he would HAVE to rest on top of your stomach or against your chest. If you don’t sleep with him in your bed, he’d start softly meowing and looking at you with those pleading, blue doe-eyes.

He’d only hunt at night or stare out the window, looking up at the stars. He likes watching the small glittering lights. He definitely sees the same beauty in you. 🩵

Syles would hiss at you a lot in the beginning. But funny enough, he only needs a few days to soften up.

He likes high places where he can watch your every move with his shiny red eyes. Watching out for danger so he can save you. He would sit on the counter or above the television or even tried to fit in one of your hanging plants - he doesn’t plan on doing that again any time soon.

Once deeming you no threat, he would start coming around. For an example, he’d bring freshly hunted mouse with a proud smirk and shamelessly rub against your legs. Alongside some love bites at your ankles. He is truthfully quite loving and will always appreciate some cuddles. It all depends on you, really. 🩷

Rafayel gets zoomies a lot, okay? He is a lazy cat and that means his body has a lot of built up energy and suddenly runs around like a maniac. One time, he accidentally ran straight into your soft couch and dramatically laid down to cry (meow) for your help - very traumatizing experience indeed.

He NEEDS your attention or he will sulk for days. He acts all pouty and messes around with you but once you leave him alone home, it’s not funny anymore.

He will drag a piece of your clothes along when finding a corner and simply curl up in it. Softly meowing while making sad biscuits in the fabric. 💜

Zayne is probably the calmest of them all. His hazel eyes searching yours constantly. Every time you make eye contact with him, he would slowly blink up at you.

He usually doesn’t eat much unless you feed him from your hand directly, or if you encourage him. He would never admit how much he loves it when you pet him while he eats.

He is definitely a cuddle kitty but hides it. He will ALWAYS groom you when you cuddle or snuggle up together. Giving him a sense of “taking care of you” even though it’s the other way around. 💚

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When the story scene fades to black and you gotta look at your own stupid grin in the reflection of your phone

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AHAHAJAHAHAJSNWJAISJENWOOSISEWOWSIE

wrote this because somehow zayne keeps ending up underneath mc in almost every of his card 🤨

nsfw.

riding zayne to a point where he's close to tears.

bouncing on his cock with an unmatched vigor, the thick length filling you up nicely as your eyes hit the back of your head as you went down each time. zayne could only shut his eyes at the intense stimulation, his jaw clenching as he grip your waist tightly, trying his best not to climax all because you said so.

"love, please," he groaned, using all of willpower not to chase his own pleasure like a madman, to thrust his hip upward and meet your pace halfway. because more than anything, he wanted to be good for you. yet his plead fell on deaf ears as you keep using his dick like your own personal toy. and maybe it'd frustrate the man if only he didn't love it. the sight of you above him moaning his name was enough to bring him to the edge.

you fastened your pace, observing your lover's expression closely. his face all scrunched up in pleasure, ready to taste a release that's in front of his eyes. but suddenly you slowed down, grinding on his hardened member lazily, once again denying him of orgasm. his lips trembled slightly as he opened his eyes, all glassy. the unsaid words was as clear as a day. why?

you kissed his eyelids, "just a bit more, zayne. can you do it for me?" he nodded immediately, distracting the twitch of his cock that's begging for a release with the feel of your skin on his palms. as he stared at your pretty figure above him, zayne was sure he could endure it a few times more.

if only he knew how much he'd regret thinking that.

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can I be honest? I absolutely despise the MC hate.

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Surrounding Characters: Carter

Age: Unknown

Occupation: scientific researcher

Workplace: Xander Sciences (a research institute)

Education:

Skyhaven University Medical School

Dropped out, did not get his doctorate

(Important Clarification Note: Both MDs and PhDs are specific types of doctorate degrees! MD means "Doctor of Medicine" and is a professional doctorate degree. PhD means "Doctor of Philosophy" and is a research-oriented doctorate degree.)

Details:

Is often referred to as "Dr. Carter", despite not completing his doctorate degree

Speaks about conquering death with an almost religious fervor

Speculation: Possibly religious (based on numerous references to "God" and "God's mission")

Attended Skyhaven University’s Medical School while Zayne was also a student

While in medical school, was Zayne's senior and labmate

Outperformed Zayne in the theoretical model of this research back in school (though his application of it never went as smoothly)

Desperately wanted to know what Zayne discovered, why he intentionally destroyed his contribution, and then stopped researching it

After Zayne abandoned it, brought their joint Medical School project to Xander Sciences under the name "X-Heart”

Update! As of the most recent story update, we now know what Carter looks like!

Relationship with Zayne:

They disagreed on the ethics of applying Protocore technology to revive dead cells

Was trying to convince Zayne to leave Akso Hospital and join him at Xander Sciences

When trying to recruit Zayne, he hid a Trojan horse in the medical record he sent him

Believes Zayne will never change, no matter how the world changes

Considered Zayne his "stubborn junior"

After failing to recruit/convince Zayne, he questions the pursuit of Zayne altogether. “What he really needs is not a like-minded colleague, but a pair of hands. Ones that can carry out God's mission and allow for God's descent. Zaynes hands.”

Interest in Protaganist:

Remembered Zayne became a doctor because of a girl. Suspected he was taking over Dr. Noah's work.

Considers the girl as the key to getting Zayne. As long as he has that mysterious girl, he knows he'll always have Zayne's skilled hands.

Wonders if that girl is even more interesting than his research patients. Maybe her value to X-Heart would far exceed that of Zayne's.

Relationship with Dr. Noah:

Dr. Noah often refers with a sense of disappointment, frustration, annoyance, or regret? Some unspoken negative sentiment:

“That boy, Carter…Nevermind”

(When seaking of the excited First-Year Medical Students after the oath ceremony): “William and Carter were like this too. Nevermind.”

(When resolving the consequences of Zayne intentionally deleting his part of their research): “Quiet, boy.” [pushes Carter behind him] “I'll handle this. Let the students go first.”

Notable Quotes:

[Sarcasm] "Tell me, is the natural law an unshakeable moral boundary? Or is it just a comforting phrase people use?"

(To Zayne): "Xander Sciences doesn't want to see a genius like you be forgotten. The Evol technology you're insisting on is so last year. No one wants an artificial lump that needs to be charged in their heart now. Protocore tech is the golden brick that will pave the way to the future."

(To Zayne): "My skills are nothing compared to you and Dr. Noah's. I can't be as meticulous and efficient as you.”

(To Zayne): "Dr. Noah thinks highly of you, you know. He would mention you to me and Will all the time back then. It made us really curious about you before we met."

(In response to the news of Dr. Williams death on Mt. Eternal): "Mt. Eternal, huh… The view's good, but there was an anomaly with the Wanderers a few years ago-. Wait, aren't you here to join us?”

(To Zayne): "Our job is to save people. If we can control life and death, why shouldn't we?!”

(To Zayne): "Do you remember how happy everyone was when the experiment worked? It was like a message left by God, and now we can finally respond! Zayne, do you believe in God?”

“Zayne, you should know you’re rejecting a path to life's truth. My answer hasn't changed either. I've always believed death is just a small obstacle. It can be overcome in due time.”

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Am I the only one who makes Zayne scenarios with Grey’s Anatomy??

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I hope I'm not too late for the cowboy gojo trend

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Wouldn’t have expected Zayne to win 😭 Congratulations Elsa you won.

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