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evansdmitri · 2 days ago

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How did you know i had such a shitty day :(

hii!! was wondering if i could ask for you to please write on the LADS guys helping you after having to leave a friend after they became super mean? i'm not feeling awesome :( thank you!

Warnings: none needed, some angst, swearing in Sylus's A/N: Hello there anon! I have a lot of experience with this, unfortunately. 😞😞😞 It always surprises me how people can change on a whim, and I hope you feel better.

.ೃ࿔*:･LaDS men helping you after leaving a mean friend...

.ೃ࿔*:･Zayne Zayne notices how withdrawn you were after coming home from meeting your friend. He makes you a warm cup of cocoa, complete with marshmallows and whipped cream, and serves it in one of the cute ceramic mugs you'd made together some time ago. Your eyes well up with tears as you accept the mug, and Zayne sits next to you, drawing you to his side.

"What's the matter?" He asks softly, and after you take a sip of the sweet concoction, you tell him.

"She's not my friend anymore. She says I spend too much time with you, and I don't have a personality anymore. Something about flaunting my happiness." You angrily dash away a tear rolling down your cheek and take another sip, inadvertently getting whipped cream on the tip of your nose. Zayne fights down the urge to smile at the sight when you're obviously hurting, and thumbs away the whipped cream, and you glance away in embarrassment.

"I'm not flaunting my happiness am I?" you ask uncertainly and Zayne shakes his head no.

"You haven't exactly been handing out fliers with our picture on them. To be honest, she sounds jealous," he murmurs as he licks his thumb clean. "And not the type of person you want as a friend. Friends don't tear you down just because you're in a relationship."

Realizing the truth in his words, you feel your heavy heart unclench and sigh.

"How much sugar did you put in this?"

"Enough to wash away the bitterness of today I hope."

.ೃ࿔*:･Sylus Sylus immediately suspects something is wrong when you're practicing your shooting at the private range in his base. Your body is tense and your teeth are gritted, yet all your shots keep missing. He puts a hand on the gun, forcing you to lower it and look at him.

"What?" you ask sharply, and Sylus quirks an eyebrow.

"Something has you all worked up, kitten. You never miss this badly."

"Like I need to be good all the time?" You hurl back, anger seeping into your voice, then all at once, you burst out with your problem.

"She's such a bitch!"

Sylus's eyebrows raised in surprise for a moment before relaxing. "I'm assuming you're talking about your friend?" He makes air quotes around the last word.

"Hah, with a friend like that who needs enemies? She turned my entire group against me! I knew the energy was off when I met them, but it was humiliating, sitting there, wondering what was wrong when she fed them all those lies! And she pretended like she didn't know!"

"I told you she was never your friend to begin with sweetie. I didn't like her the moment I saw her."

"Really?"

"You sound surprised. As the leader of Onychinus, I know when someone is being insincere. Let them all go, sweetie. They're dead weight."

He takes his hand off the gun and points to the target. "Imagine her face right on the bullseye."

You follow his advice and shoot it dead center, and Sylus puffs up like a proud mama bird.

.ೃ࿔*:･Caleb "Pipsqueak?" Caleb knocks on the bedroom door after hearing your quiet crying. When you don't respond, he enters anyway, his heart breaking as he sees your tear-streaked face.

"What happened?" He doesn't need an invitation and lies down on the bed, gathering you against his chest. "Did your reunion not go well?"

"This one girl ruined everything." You sob, tears staining Caleb's shirt. "I was telling the group about how you and I finally got together, and while everyone else was happy for me, she asked me how I pulled that off."

Caleb soothingly rubs your back, pretending to be nonchalant, but an arrow of rage has wedged itself into his chest. "What did she mean by that?"

"She said you were too good for me. She remembers all your games and said you were too popular, too handsome to date me. She said you only did it out of pity because we grew up together!" Your voice is so sad and pathetic and you can't help but feel like an ugly monster.

Caleb's heart squeezes painfully at your admission, and at the same time, he feels bubbling anger for the girl who said all those awful things to you.

"Now you listen to me, pipsqueak. Don't listen to a word she says. Sounds like she had a crush that she never got over. And isn't that a litte sad considering how long ago high school was?"

You sniff and try to dry your tears. "She did sound jealous."

"Of course she is! Because she doesn't get why I didn't pay attention to anyone else." He hugs you tightly until you're gasping for breath.

"You're beautiful pip." Caleb says fiercely. "Strong. Determined. And loyal. To find all that in person? It's so hard. No one holds a candle to you, princess." He kisses your forehead.

"She's an ex-friend now yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Good."

.ೃ࿔*:･Xavier You look miserable when you walk into Xavier's apartment. His blue eyes watch you silently as you flop down on the sofa, looking pensive.

"What's the matter?" he asks, his soothing voice only pushing you closer to cracking. You sniff and shake your head.

"Did you not have fun with your friend?"

"She stood me up."

Xavier's eyebrows knit together in confusion. "That's an awful thing to do. And she didn't even tell you she wasn't coming?"

"No. But I suppose I should have taken the hint. She's been cancelling on me for months now. I'm the one that kept pushing to meet up. But it still hurts."

A tear escapes your eye and you wipe it away. "I sat there at the restaurant like a fool. I waited for nearly 2 hours, Xav! Then when I finally texted her, she said she had forgotten! How do you forget you've made plans with someone?" You look at him, distraught, and Xavier draws you into his arms.

"People can be mean sometimes, angel. I'm sorry this happened to you." He rocks you gently in his arms, and you feel some of your sadness lessen.

"This person doesn't sound very nice. They're not worth your energy. Maybe reconsider if they're worth keeping in your life."

"I already told her I'm not meeting her again."

"That takes courage." Xavier starts scrolling his phone and you look at him curiously.

"What are you doing?"

"Ordering hot pot. The food for heroes. Do you want chicken or seafood?"

.ೃ࿔*:･Rafayel He catches you aggressively deleting pictures from your phone.

"Hey cutie, what's gotten you so pissed?" he asks as he steps into the studio. In reponse, you show him a group photo and point to one girl in particular.

"I am not friends with her anymore. I'm deleting all my photos with her."

"Hold on now." Rafayel smoothly steps forward and locks your phone screen.

"What'd you do that for?" you ask furiously.

"Don't delete all your pictures with her. Some of them are with other people you still like, yeah?" he plops down next to you, and you realize he's right. You wondered how many photos you had deleted in your rage just to get rid of any trace of her.

"Then what do I do, Raf?" you ask, lying back on the couch cushions dramatically. "I can't stand her. She's the sort of person who always wants help, but never shows up when I need her. And then she has the nerve to say I'm not supportive of her."

"She sounds like a barnacle. Attached and only sustaining herself. You can do better than that."

You give him an exasperated look. "A barnacle might be a bit of stretch."

"How? You're the one that said she takes and never gives anything back. That's a barnacle. I suppose we could call her a parasite, but that sounds meaner than a barnacle."

"Raf!" you chortle, his pettiness elevating your mood. "You're wrose than I am!"

"Well duh. That's why I'm the brains, and you're the brawn."

"I'm the brawn?" You asked amusedly.

"Yes, that's why you're my bodyguard. Now regarding that friend-"

"Ex-friend" you interrupt and Rafayel shrugs.

"Can I use her photo as a reference? I've been commissioned to make an art mural at a school. I was thinking I could make her into a sea monster chasing some fish."

A fit of giggles overcomes you and Rafayel laughs along.

"I'm serious though. Send me the picture."

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evansdmitri · 7 days ago

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Warnings: MDNI, sex, oral (fem receiving), PIV sex, vaginal fingering, public sex, non MC reader, both reader and Zayne are college students, non canon timeline WC: 3266 A/n: My submission for my Hot Girl Summer Event! Enjoy everyone!

You craned your neck to look at the tall, imposing building that was the medical college dormitory. The butterflies fluttering in your stomach the entire train ride here seemed to multiply as you took out your phone and looked for Zayne’s contact.

Hoping to surprise him, you hadn’t mentioned this little journey to Skyhaven Medical College, but now you were wondering if you had gotten ahead of yourself. A medical student like Zayne would surely be busy, his schedule jam-packed with labs and courses, even though it was now summer and you were on vacation.

Although it had been a little over a year since you’d started dating, there was a careful schedule both of you stuck by to ensure you were talking regularly and to prevent arguments that tended to pop up in young relationships.

Taking a breath, you text him, a simple ‘come outside’ and wait, feeling like your heart might leap out of your chest. You nearly jump and almost drop your phone when it suddenly rings, Zayne’s photo popping onto the screen. You answer hastily and try to sound nonchalant.

“What sort of trouble are you causing now?” Zayne’s calm, deep voice fills the line, and you chuckle nervously.

“Are you not in your room?” you ask, fidgeting with the strap of your bag, hoping he won’t catch on too soon.

“I am. Why?”

“I-” You falter for a second, then take a leap of faith. “I’m outside your dorm.” The line falls silent, before you hear what sounds like hurried movement on the other end.

“Zayne?” you ask uncertainly.

“You better not be pranking me.” He sounds winded. With a jolt, you realize he was running through the dormitory halls. To you.

“I’m not!” You reassure him. “But Zayne, if it’s not a good time for you to see that’s ok, I-”

“Stop.”

The door to the dormitory entrance bursts open, and Zayne steps out, blinking underneath the bright sunlight, his glasses slightly askew. Time seems to freeze as you look at him. He might appear impassive to anyone else, but you could see the corners of his lips twitching upwards, and his eyes softening under the sunshine as he makes his way towards you. You hang up and hesitate for a moment before holding your arms open, and Zayne walks right into them, throwing his arms around you.

His scent fills your nostrils, and you nuzzle into him like a kitten. Zayne rests his chin on your head, his heart swelling with joy.

“I’m glad you came,” he said simply, savoring the feeling of you in his arms. You sniffle, trying not to cry, and he chuckles.

“Silly girl. Did you think I’d turn you away?”

“No.” You answer truthfully. “But I couldn’t help but feel like I might be bothering you. I know how busy you are.”

“I am, but I can work around my schedule. If you don’t mind sitting in on a lecture, that is.”

Your eyes widen. “Really? Won’t your classmates tease you?”

Zayne smirks. “They will. And I’ll remind them all they’re still single.”

With that, he whisks you away to the cafeteria. After a quick snack, you’re seated next to Zayne in his physiology class. You try to ignore the raised eyebrows and nudged shoulders as Zayne comfortably laces his fingers with yours under the desk, his right hand diligently taking notes as the kind professor he’d sought permission from for you to sit in this class explained diagrams of muscles and tendons.

You can feel the smiles of the other students searing into your back and try not to blush as you pay attention to the lecture, Zayne’s fingers softly brushing against your palm, and you’re momentarily distracted by the bracing grin he gives you. He’s enjoying this. Practically gleaming with quiet pride that his girlfriend was next to him, holding his hand and sharing this moment.

Your face burns when you realize this, and you turn away, determined to remain laser-focused on the rest of the lecture. All of a sudden, it felt too intimate, as though Zayne had openly kissed you in front of everyone. The butterflies that you thought had finally subsided came back, setting your stomach a-titter. His hand accidentally brushes your knee, and you inhale sharply at the jitters that run down your spine.

Noticing this, Zayne gives you a questioning look, but you merely shake your head, trying to refocus. He looked confused, and lets it go, but doesn’t help your case when he rests his hand on your thigh, something he’s done plenty of times before, but right now, you felt like you might burst into flames.

The room felt too hot, and you sipped from your bottle, trying to think of anything else but Zayne’s hand on your thigh. To be fair, he wasn’t doing anything; his palm was warm and unmoving on the soft flesh, but your core was inconveniently clenching and unclenching, throbbing uncomfortably, and your mind was starting to imagine what it would feel like if his hand moved over a few inches to cup your mound. Mortified that you were getting thoughts like this during a medical lecture, you shake your head, checking your watch frequently, until, to your relief, the bell finally rings.

“Are you all right?” Zayne’s eyes are narrowed in concern as you walk awkwardly through the hallways, thighs chafing against your swollen sex.

“Yeah. Just gotta use the bathroom…” You say sheepishly. Zayne points towards it, and you sprint away. Thankful for a moment of privacy, you let out a groan as you see that the crotch of your panties was stained through, moisture seeping through the fabric. You dig out your change of underwear from your backpack and shamefully put the stained ones away, hoping nothing else like this would happen. You’d only brought 2 extra pairs.

When you rejoin Zayne, you feel a little more composed, but you can’t help but feel shy when you see him, tall and handsome with his black hair falling into his eyes.

“Where to next?” You ask.

“I don’t have any other classes for today. Normally after this one, I like to go to the library and summarize my notes.”

“The library? On a Friday afternoon like this?” You gesture to the beautiful campus, and Zayne shrugs.

“Yes. It’s quiet since all the students want to enjoy the start of the weekend.”

You wrinkle your nose playfully at him. “Nerd.”

“I can skip it today.” He says it with sincerity, and you immediately sober up.

“No, I don’t want you to skip it. You have so much material, and I don’t want you to fall behind. It’s ok. We still have the weekend.” You smile at him. “I’ll just read. I’m nothing if not prepared!” You grin, and Zayne huffs.

“You really did pack with the idea that I was going to send you away!”

You hook your arm through his and allow Zayne to guide you in the direction of the library. “I mean, there was a 50/50 chance, and at least that way I’d get some reading done.”

As you both enter the library, a peaceful hush fills the air. You walk around until Zayne finds a table towards the back, secluded and strangely romantic. The windows let in streaks of sunlight, obscured from the outside by thick bushes. It had obviously been done to provide a cooling effect, and you sit opposite Zayne as he sets up. Comfortable silence falls between both of you as he works through his notes, making little sketches and diagrams from memory, which you admire upside down from the table, watching his fingers as he works on the tablet.

Overall, you were pleased at how smoothly the day had been going, save for the embarrassing thing that had happened during the lecture. You idly read the words on the page, which go out of focus as your mind starts to wander.

What would have happened if you hadn’t had self-control in the classroom? What if you had somehow managed to take Zayne’s fingers underneath your skirt, rubbing your drenched panties against your clit? Would he have teased you and left it at that, watching you squirm with unsatisfied need? Or would he have wickedly pushed you to orgasm, watching in amusement as you hid your face, biting your lip as you tried not to draw attention to yourself while you came? You glance up from your book, and your heart skips a beat when you see Zayne looking straight at you.

“I know you’re not reading,” he says matter-of-factly, and you flush. “You’ve been acting strange since the lecture.”

“It’s nothing! I’m just a little hot.” You fib, and Zayne reaches across the table to touch your forehead.

“Not a fever. But I wonder, what is it that’s making you feel so hot? You’ve been spacing out and fidgety.” Zayne scoots his chair over and gently pushes away some stray hair from your face. “You’re blushing,” he states, and you quickly glance away, only for him to turn your face by the chin towards him. “Why is that?”

Mouth dry, you can only watch as his face draws closer to yours, hovering a few inches away from your lips. You try to speak, but your tongue feels like a lump of clay.

“Nothing…It’s just…your classmates must’ve had a field day teasing us. And you held my hand throughout the lecture.”

“Ah. I see.” Zayne leans in to press a kiss to your temple, and your pulse skyrockets, rushes of electricity running up and down your spine. “Were you embarrassed by that?”

“No. I guess it was our first time being a couple in front of…well, everyone.”

“Hmm.” Zayne hums, and the vibration teases your scalp, more little tingles scattering through your being.

“You put your hand on my thigh,” you murmur, and Zayne smirks.

“Did you not like that?” He asks as he kisses your temple again, but this time he lingers, nuzzling his nose across your cheek until he reaches your ear. His breath tickles, and you fight down a moan.

“I wasn’t expecting it,” you admit, then let out a strangled noise of shock as Zayne boldly lays his hand on your thigh, squeezing the pillowy flesh. “Zayne!” Your voice is a whisper. “We’re in the library!”

“So?” he asks in husky whisper, and you freeze. He strokes your heated flesh just shy of the hem of your skirt. “Truthfully, when I put my hand there during class, I was curious to see your reaction. It was cute watching you pretend like you weren’t blushing.”

He nips your ear, and you fight down the urge to whine even as a spear of pure lust goes straight into your core. “Imagine my surprise when I saw you here today.” His tongue drags wetly down the side of your neck, and you’re helpless to fight him, bones becoming a pile of mush as your senses start to attune to him.

“I missed you every day this whole summer. My patience was at its limit, knowing I had to wait until class was over before I could get my hands on you.” He sucks your heated skin, leaving a small hickey as his hand edges closer to the hem of your skirt. “I even offered to go to the dorm right after, but no, you said let’s go to the library.”

“Y-You could-could’ve…” You choke out, but Zayne brushes his thumb across your trembling lips.

“Now why would a gentleman rush a woman into his bed when he has the option to seduce her slowly? Look at you, all red and sweaty, trying to hold onto your composure.” He buries his face into the crook of your shoulder. “It’s delicious. Tempting, sweet, a little slice of cake just for me.”

Your inhibitions are lowering, your body yielding to Zayne’s hypnotic touch.

“Then taste me.”

Even you’re surprised at the bold statement, but let out a gasp of delight as Zayne roughly covers your mouth with his. His tongue mixes with yours, the strokes sensual and stirring up a fire inside your belly.

Zayne is lost in the motions, groaning as he sucks your tongue, savoring the sweetness of your mouth as desire consumes him. When he breaks the kiss, both of you are gasping for air.

“Damn it,” he growls, glancing in the direction of the library’s entrance. He stands and effortlessly scoops you out of the chair. You’re giddy with the romance of it, and he carries you into the adjacent walls of bookshelves, shielded slightly from view. Your back comes into contact with various book spines as you wrap your legs around Zayne’s waist, moaning as you feel his erection through his pants, hard and eager. You grind your clothed pussy against him, and a deep, primal noise leaves Zayne’s throat as he gazes at you, forest green eyes turning dark as he takes in your disheveled state.

“Legs,” he commands, and you let go, trying to find your footing on the floor as Zayne kneels between them, sliding your already ruined panties down your legs. Realizing what he intended to do, you lift your skirt, exposing your needy sex to his eyes and mouth, biting down on your fist as Zayne pushes his nose into your folds, inhaling greedily, feeling his cock throb at the tangy musk of your pussy, before he licks a long stripe up your slit. He gently parts the folds of your sex to reveal your swollen clit, sitting prettily at the apex of your cunt.

You’re biting down hard enough to almost draw blood as Zayne gathers saliva on his tongue and gives the nub a wet lick, hips arching towards him in pathetic want.

“I’ve missed this,” he rasps, and licks another short line onto the quivering bud, repeating the action until you’re mewling helplessly, sounds muffled by your hand. The pleasure builds up deep within your core, the moist noises of Zayne’s tongue as it licks through your folds filling your ears, the most filthy sound you’ve ever heard.

The quiet noise outside the library seems to fade away as more and more students begin to kick off their weekend. Your thighs quiver, but are held firmly apart by Zayne’s broad shoulders, framing them as you clutch the bookcase behind you to remain standing. Moaning, your hand finds purchase in his hair, tugging the thick, black locks as you try to ground yourself.

When Zayne finally inserts a finger into your fluttering hole, you let out a little cry, unable to control yourself as he strokes your upper wall, finding that delicate patch of nerves inside you. He strokes it in time to his licks, the sounds of his slurping filling the air as your cunt grows wetter and closer to the edge.

When you finally fall off, your eyes squeeze closed, the tight coil in your belly snapping as pleasurable spasms wrack your body, your walls squeezing tightly around Zayne’s finger as he pushes you through the last vestiges of your orgasm.

Feeling boneless and sated, you slump, and Zayne gathers you in his arms, helping you lie down on the floor, coming in for another kiss as he holds you close. You taste yourself on his lips, that forbidden nectar, the feeling too intimate for words.

He glances around, listening, but there’s no sound inside the library. With a soft clink, he undoes his belt, freeing his weeping cock from its confines. It springs up, veiny and proud, and you lean down to lick away the salty bead gathering at the slit. Zayne groans at the brief contact and pulls you onto his lap, helping position your sex over himself, encouraging you to sink down on him.

His eyes grow feral as he watches himself disappear into your moist heat, hissing as your velvety walls envelope him, hands quickly arranging your skirt to hide the activity once he’s looked his fill.

Like this, even if someone walked in, it would be hard to tell what was happening, your passionate joining concealed. It could be passed off as a young couple exchanging some heated kisses. Your channel stretches to accommodate him, your nails digging into his shirt for balance as you take all of him, the fill of him deliciously familiar and erotic.

“Zayne,” you call his name breathily, and he responds by kissing you again, his hands crawling under your top and bra to cup your breasts and pinch your pebbled nipples. His control was close to snapping, every last ounce of his restraint on a knife’s edge. His breath was shaky as he tried to rein in the animal threatening to take over, to pound into you mindlessly until he’d had his fill.

You uncertainly raise up on your knees, then slide back down, moaning at the exquisite friction, at how effortlessly his cock glides in and out of you. After a few experimental thrusts, you find your rhythm, your cunt sloppy and squelching as you ride him, the dirty noise of skin slapping on skin filling the air. Zayne starts to thrust in time to your movements, his hips meeting the bottom of your ass each time. Your moans mingle, clinging onto each other tightly as you drive each other to climax.

Zayne keeps saying your name like a prayer, his hands on your hips as he helps guide your movements, his eyes fixed on yours hypnotically as you both writhe in the throes of passion. The sheer eroticism of the moment has you both mesmerized, the long absence away finally breaking loose as you reconnect.

Zayne feels the familiar tension building in his abdomen, the muscles working overtime as he feels his end approaching. “Darling, I can’t hold back anymore,” he says through gritted teeth, his hand cupping your cheek.

“Then don't.” Your arms wrap around his neck as you start riding him frantically, the need to make him feel as good as you felt coursing through your veins. A sexy moan leaves Zayne’s mouth, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he finally gives in to the onslaught of pleasure. His fingers dig bruisingly into the rounded flesh of your ass as he orgasms, thick ropes of salty seed spilling into eager walls. His eyes squeeze shut as he luxuriates in his high, the hot pulses of gratification spilling into his core.

Once you’d both recovered, Zayne holds you tenderly on his lap, peppering your face with little kisses while his cock softened inside you as you clenched, trying not to spill all over the carpeted library. He’d cleaned you up as best as he could with a handkerchief he had in his pocket before handing back your drenched panties, which you were sure were now sticky from the steady flow of fluids as you walked back to the dorms.

His large hand held yours possessively as you walked through the campus lanes, the heat offset by a cool summer breeze.

“You can shower at the dorm. And you can borrow my clothes, if you’d like.” He says it matter-of-factly, as though he wasn’t the whole reason you ran out of underwear on the first day of your stay.

“Hmm, wearing Dr. Zayne’s boxers,” you tease, ribbing him and enjoying how his ears turned red. “Now that’s an interesting thought.”

“I never said you had to wear underwear,” he quips back, and now it’s your turn to flush. He grins wolfishly. “In fact, I think this weekend will be best spent if you’re wearing nothing at all.”

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evansdmitri · 13 days ago

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you use your safe word for the first time —zayne

you were gasping under him, chest flushed, thighs slick from everything he’d done to you. zayne had been methodical, every movement precise. he had you pinned, legs folded over his shoulders, fingers pressed into the exact spot he knew would drive your body to climax.

and still something felt off. his rhythm didn’t feel cruel, but it was detached. too calculated. too focused on results, not sensation. his mind was working, not his heart. you could barely breathe.

“zayne—wait—”

he adjusted the angle. “it’s okay. you’re close. i can feel it. your body’s responding.”

you closed your eyes, heart racing. “i can’t—i’m not—i need—” but it all crashed into your chest like a weight and you whispered it. “red.”

it was barely audible, but zayne froze like you’d screamed. his hands retracted. his weight lifted off you entirely, and the tension in his body collapsed like a folding chair. he stared at you, silent, breath shallow. the doctor—the brilliant, composed professional—was gone.

“…did i hurt you?”

your lip trembled. “i just couldn’t breathe. it got too cold. too clinical. i couldn’t feel you anymore.”

zayne stared at you like his world cracked open. “i was trying to do everything right. i calculated the timing, adjusted the pressure, i—” he stopped mid-sentence, realization crashing into him. “i treated you like a patient. not like… you.”

you nodded slowly, trying not to cry. he dropped to his knees beside the bed, took your hand in both of his, and kissed it like it was sacred.

“you’re not a formula,” he whispered. “you’re not a machine to manipulate for an outcome. you’re the only person i’ve ever truly…” his voice broke. “…cared about.”

you slid closer, still trembling. “you didn’t hurt me. you just felt far away.”

he touched your cheek, carefully. “then let me be close now.”

he lifted you onto his lap, wrapped the blanket around both of you, cradled your face in his hands. “i forgot. it’s not about data. it’s about you. it’s about warmth. connection. trust.”

you curled into him and he let go—the pride, the performance, the armor.

he rested his forehead against yours and whispered, “you’re more important than my pride.”

and for the rest of the night, zayne never left your side. he brought you water. ran his hands through your hair. kissed your knuckles. and as you fell asleep curled into his chest, he kept whispering. “i love you. i’m learning. i’ll do better. i promise.”

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evansdmitri · 13 days ago

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All of my favourites trope

Imagine being Zayne's celebrity significant other.

Imagine you had not planned to go live tonight.

but Imagine the apartment felt too quiet and you were too wired to sleep. You had just finished your last taping for the week, removed your makeup with the same lazy precision of someone who has done it a hundred times, and decided why not talk to your followers while you wind down?

Imagine you started a social media live. Nothing glamorous. Just you in an old tank top and a messy bun, legs crossed on the floor by the vanity. You told them you'd be doing your nighttime skincare routine. They flooded in anyway, laughing and teasing and asking questions in the chat.

Imagine you greeted the regulars.

Abcdeffg: you always go live when you're home alone huh 😭

Ladsslave: not you going bare faced and still looking better than my whole lineage

2days3days: did ur man vanish again 😭

Ztrope: 👀👀👀

1sht1kll: why do i feel like we're about to witness a reveal again

Ladsslave: not again. please god. i can't take another one

Imagine the way you roll your eyes at that last one, some weird trend seemed to be going on nowadays. "My boyfriend is not invisible. He's just... Difficult to catch." You said, rubbing toner into your skin. "He works late a lot, and no, he's not secretly a K-pop idol. Or a cult leader. Please stop guessing that."

Imagine the way your chat exploded with emotes and half serious conspiracy theories. You ignored the usual hate.

clote4: they're pretending again like her boyfriend ain't fake lol

1233kill: imagine hiding your man bc he's ugly 😭😭

dmnlf: must be embarrassing dating someone irrelevant

Imagine the way you smiled, unbothered. It's been like this for years. The world knew you were dating someone outside of showbiz and the tabloids hated that you refused to show his face. Photos of his back, his arm, the edge of his shoe. Your game of hide and seek had become a media circus. You'd gotten good at dodging paparazzi and cropping images. It was kind of fun, in a feral little way.

but Imagine the truth. You kept him hidden because the world was vicious and Zayne didn't ask for any of this. He was your soft place. Your safety. He saved lives not likes.

Imagine you eventually stood up, phone still propped on the table and stretched. "Alright, I'm gonna rinse, don't leave." You told the chat, before padding barefoot into the bathroom.

Imagine the chat continued to scroll rapidly without you. And then without any commotion, Zayne walked into frame. Just like that.

Imagine the way he entered the apartment silently. Still in his white coat and fitted dark scrubs with the sleeves slightly pushed up. His stethoscope was slung lazily around his neck. He looked exhausted but good. The kind of good that came from existing in someone else's home, not trying to impress anyone.

Imagine he did not see the phone on the table. Did not notice the stream.

Imagine he just tugged off his watch with one hand and move through the living room like muscle memory, his movements gentle. Shoes off. White coat on the hook. A soft sigh as he set down a grocery bag. Milk, tea, sweets and oranges. He then ran a hand through his hair, leaned against the counter and blinked slowly like he was still halfway out the door in his mind.

Imagine the way the chat lost their collective mind.

Ztrope: WAIT WHO IS THAT

Ladsslave: NO FUCKING WAY THAT'S HIM

Abcdeffg: the SCRUBS??? THE STETH??

2days3days: why does he look like he's in a medical kdrama rn STOP

clote4: oh.

dmnlf: suddenly i understand why they gatekept

1sht1kll: .... is this some kind of multiverse of malewife reveals? I fear we're stuck here

Imagine the way he scratched the back of his neck, yawning. Then habitually, absentmindedly he walked over the table and picked up the little ceramic dish where your rings lived when you weren't wearing them. He turned one between his fingers then set it back down. A small fond smile tugged at his mouth. Still unaware.

Imagine it wasn't until he turned toward the bathroom where a sound was coming from that he finally caught it. The soft red glow of the live indicator on your phone. His body paused, mid turn. He squinted over his glasses. Tilted his head. Registered the fact that the lens was pointed directly at him.

and Imagine it was on real time, three hundred thousand viewers witnessed the exact moment your very private boyfriend realized he was in a very publicly live.

Imagine the way his eyes widened a fraction. He blinked. Everyone could see the mental processing of denial, confusion, dread, betrayal then acceptance in that exact order.

Imagine he then did something so incredibly Zayne. He froze, then quietly backed out of frame like a ghost who had accidentally walked into the wrong haunting. The chat absolutely erupted.

Ztrope: SIR YOU ARE ALREADY CAUGHT COME BACK

Ladsslave: HE JUST MOONWALKED OUT OF THE STREAM I'M CRYING

Abcdeffg: NOT THE REVERSE STEP OF SHAME 😭😭😭

2days3days: NAHHHH BRING HIM BACK RN

clote4: actually he's fine nvm

Imagine the way you reentered the frame a moment later, patting your face dry with a towel, completely unaware of the war zone your comment section had become. "Okay, next is-" You froze.

Imagine because right now on top of the table, your phone was slightly tilted. And you could see him. Just behind you, in the hallway mirror's reflection, Zayne. Halfway hidden behind the kitchen wall, arms crossed and blinking at you like a cat who had fallen off the counter and wanted to pretend he meant to do that.

"...Were you live this whole time?" He asked, voice soft but incredulous. You turned slowly. "Zay..." He raised an eyebrow. "Tell me I didn't just soft launch myself."

Imagine there was a pause. One breath. Then another. Then you start to panic. A soft, fast, whispering as you scramble toward the camera. "Oh god- the live! I was still live, it's on-"

Imagine the way Zayne hand catches yours as you walk over to the camera. His hand still cold from outside. Cold but steady and even a little warm. You look up at him and he smiles, quiet, tired, but fond. "Hey." He says as if you're the only one in the world. "It's okay."

Imagine then he turns to the phone. To the live audience. His voice is calm, but you can feel the tension in his fingers wrapped with yours. "I'm Zayne." He says, expression unreadable except for the slight quirk at the corner of his mouth "Their boyfriend. Yes, I'm real."

Imagine the way he says it so simply, so dry. The chat goes feral. The chat screamed.

1sht1kll: DEJA VU DEJA VU DEJA VU

Ztrope: HARD LAUNCH. THIS WAS A HARD. LAUNCH.

2days3days: he said 'soft' launch while looking like a heart surgeon in a cologne ad pls

Ladsslave: nah girl you just gave us our new parasocial dad. thank you.

Imagine the way Zayne's thumb brushes your knuckle. You glance at him and he looks calm. But you know by the way that his hands felt cold that he's nervous. He's not used to this. So you hold his hand a little tighter. Lean your head on his shoulder.

Imagine then you turned to face the camera. "... So anyway. This is Zayne. Yes, he's real. Yes, he's my boyfriend. And no, you cannot have him." There was a pause "You guys always said he wasn't real." You murmur with a soft smile. "Well. Surprise."

Imagine beside you, Zayne gave the camera a tiny, exhausted wave, like someone greeting an alien spaceship for the first time.

"I brought oranges." He says like a whisper. "I turned down the extra hour." He added, voice gentle and sweet, just for you. "Thought maybe we could just stay in. Be boring. Watch something terrible. Fall asleep on the couch. Just like what you wanted?" The chat melted.

1sht1kll: THE PANIC IN THEIR EYES 😭😭😭

Abcdeffg: HE BROUGHT HER ORANGES. I’M SOBBING

Ladsslave: WE STAN DR. ORANGE

Ztrope: THE MAN. THE MYTH. THE FACE CARD NEVER DECLINED.

clote4: lol acting like this isn't staged

2days3days: MY PARASOCIAL HEART CAN'T TAKE ANOTHER REVEAL I SWEAR TO GOD

Imagine the way you reached over to end the stream. "Okay, I'm logging off before this turns into a cult." Zayne leaned over your shoulder, glancing at the screen just before it went black. "... Too late." He murmured. Then just before you press the end the live, you pause just long enough to say. "We're logging off now. I owe this man a couch nap and a bad movie."

Imagine that was the night your quiet, different to catch, saintly boyfriend accidentally got exposed to half the internet with nothing but a grocery bag, a tired smile, and the audacity of existing in your space like he belonged there. Because he did.

: ahhhh uni days is approaching might as well jdhsjjdhsh

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