#Zayn is free

[albaydo]

cw — fingering, in public? kinda??, basically zayne takes care of you while you both are in his office.

one thing that zayne really hated was leaving you alone at home, waiting for him while he’d be at work absolutely exhausting himself.

his heart would squeeze painfully at the sight of your sad eyes whenever he’d be too tired to engage in even a simple conversation. it made him feel like a horrible boyfriend, not being able to balance his relationship with work

that’s why you found yourself here, on his lap with your back pressed against his chest, nervously looking over at the door of his office repeatedly.

“i told you no one will walk in.” zayne sounded amused, his chin pressed on your shoulder while his eyes remained fixated on his laptop, continuing to type out some report that made no sense to you.

“b-but…” you couldn’t find words, too distracted by the feeling of his free hand slipped inside your panties, fingers toying with your soaking cunt. he had told you to wear a skirt today and you had complied, albeit confusedly. you didn’t know that it was for easier access. what a pervert.

“no buts.” he pressed a kiss on the side of your jaw, fingers pressing gently against your puffy clit. “i just wanted to be near you for the whole day, love. i miss you too much sometimes.”

you nodded and leaned fully into his chest, letting out a breathy moan at the fuzzy sensation of his fingers, your empty cunt begging to be stuffed, causing your hips to buck against his hand.

“easy there.” he chuckled lowly under his breath, stern eyes glancing over at you for a few seconds before focusing back on the screen.

“now be quiet, i’ve to finish this report.”

[softbewitcher]

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[samijey]

#nature is healing

[starmocha]

do you want to build a snowman? (it doesn't have to be a snowman) [Zayne/Reader ★ 1655 words ★ Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] Sharing notes with Zayne. Day 01 — to: my true love (Sylus/Reader) A/N: Am I reclaiming the joy of Christmas or making myself miserable…yes!!! Tag list: @miudle @alfredosaws @nezukoo-channn @voidsylus @rose-tinted-kalopsia 【 request to be added 】

When Zayne had awoken one December morning, he had found a note tacked on his refrigerator under a Happy Snowman-shaped magnet. It simply had one question: Do you want to build a snowman?

He chuckled, amused by the playful random question. He searched around his home and found a small notepad. He wrote out this response and tore it off before tacking it onto the fridge under your note.

There’s no snow.

A glance at the clock and he realized he was about to be late for work. He quickly gathered his stuff and left his home, already missing you and anticipating your response.

You came home that evening and saw Zayne’s reply. You smiled, pleased that he had picked up on your little game, just as he always did. A pen in hand and a notepad in front of you, you sat at the counter, idly tapping the writing utensil against your face as you pondered a response.

Even though you and Zayne lived together, it had been a week since you both had properly seen each other outside of the occasional “hello” and “goodbye” in passing. The current conflicting schedules you both had robbed you of any quality time together, and you were starting to feel a little lonely, wondering if he felt the same.

You smiled wistfully, knowing this was just a temporary situation. When it was over, you planned on making up for lost time.

I didn’t ask that. Do you want to build a snowman?

You stared at the message, frowning, and then you quickly wrote down an additional note: (It doesn’t have to be a snowman.)

Smiling, you placed the note beneath Zayne’s message.

When it was five in the morning, you stumbled out of bed, yawning as you headed for the bathroom. Along the way, you fumbled in the dark and suddenly found yourself pulled into a familiar embrace, the crisp scent of peppermint waking you up more.

“Yes,” you heard Zayne’s voice before his lips claimed yours. Pressed up against the wall in the hallway, you felt Zayne’s hands cupping your face, all of his feelings poured into the kisses he lavished you with. “…I …mmhmm …snowman …with you…”

You moaned and gasped against his lips, the relentless kisses stealing your breath away. “Mm…ah…Zayne—”

“Five days,” he mumbled, his hands finding their way down to your hips, his hold firm but gentle.

The dizzying kisses in combination with your sleep addled brain left you a little slower than normal, unable to grasp what he had meant after the sudden whirlwind of emotions he had put you through. You could only let out a confused, “Huh?”

Zayne chuckled and kissed you a little more before he pressed his forehead to yours. “Five more days and my schedule will calm down again.”

Oh. You smiled. This time you were the one cupping his face. “Then we’ll be together again?”

“Yes, my love,” he answered, “And we’ll build as many snowmen as you would like.”

You giggled. “But what if there’s no snow—”

In the dark, you saw a light flurry of snow swirling and descending around you, the slight chill had you shivering against Zayne for warmth. You smiled again, eyes glancing from his open palm up to his beautiful gentle yellow-green eyes. “You’ll make it snow?”

His warm breath ghosted against your lips. “Yes,” he answered, “only for you, my love.”

Although you shared the same home, the distance had felt vast, seeing only each other in the brief instances when one would wake and the other was about to go to sleep. Now, you felt that distance growing smaller, each day you were closer and closer to resuming life together just as before.

You continued to leave notes before going to bed:

What did you eat today?

And he would come home, exhausted, but his energy would always renew at the sight of your handwriting. Always smiling and with a little laughter, he would scrawl out his own barely legible handwritten note, and tacking it beneath yours:

Greyson bought curry for me. It wasn’t as good as yours.

Some mornings, you woke up with him asleep next to you, unaware of when he had come to bed. His arm would always drape heavily over your stomach, making it a challenge to leave the bed without waking him. You always managed to succeed, and if he did stir, you would just gently stroke his head, your voice soft and soothing enough that he would be lulled back to sleep with just a few sweet words.

With a light kiss to his cheek, you would slip away and let him rest as you began your own day. There was always that delighted anticipation of seeing his responses, but occasionally, there was the sweet surprise of seeing his own message to you:

It will be cold today. Bundle up. And drink something warm today. I don’t want you getting sick.

Yes, Doctor Zayne! ♡

I’m ready to kick your butt in Kitty Cards, Zaynie!

Does Miss Hunter have some new tricks up her sleeves? I’m anxious…

How many macarons did you eat today? Don’t lie to me! I have eyes on you at the hospital…

Just three. (And one éclair.)

As you reread Zayne’s latest message, there was a brief bittersweet feeling that lingered. You wondered if all of these back-and-forth notes between you two were reminiscent of schoolmates sharing secrets in between classes. It saddened you for a moment to think of all the years you and he had missed out on growing up together.

You wondered how your lives would have turned out if you and he had been able to stay together. You thought of the afterschool snacks you would have shared. Trips to the arcade together. Late night study sessions. Early morning walks to school. Clumsy first kisses. Bittersweet goodbyes when he would graduate first.

You sighed wistfully. Looking down at the blank notepad in front of you, you only had one message you wanted to tell him:

I miss you.

There was a chill early in the morning, typical of December, and you shivered, feeling yourself waking up from a dream you were already forgetting. Feeling a shift in the bed, you started to become more alert. There was a sudden weight pressing you down, a familiar scent of peppermint tickling your nose, and then you heard a warm voice near you.

“Do you want to build a snowman?”

Blinking, you found yourself staring into Zayne’s eyes.

“You’re home…”

He leaned down and nuzzled his face against yours. He smelled like he had just come out of the shower. It was so refreshing and comforting. He murmured against your ear, “You didn’t answer my question.”

“There’s no snow—”

“Look outside.”

You blinked, confused.

Zayne led you to the window, opening the curtain and beneath the glow of a streetlamp, you saw snow gently descending and slowly accumulating on the ground. You turned around and smiled at him, shaking your head.

“No,” you answered, grabbing his hand and leading him back to bed. You both lay down, your body pulled into his. You stayed close to him, feeling his head lightly resting above yours. “I just want to stay in bed with you.”

He laughed softly. Zayne pressed a kiss to your head, his eyes closing as he murmured sleepily, “I’ve missed you too, my love.”

“You missed me a lot?”

“A lot.”

“For real, for real?”

He opened one eye, his brow lifting in skepticism. “What are you up to now?”

“Nothing!” You said quickly, making Zayne even more suspicious. You burrowed yourself into his embrace. “I’ve just missed hearing your voice as well…”

He laughed softly, as if in disbelief. He pulled you even closer to him, giving you a gentle squeeze. “Should I tell you a story?”

“Aren’t you tired?”

He shook his head.

“Liar.”

“Maybe I am,” he admitted, “But I also miss talking to you…”

You looked up. “How was your day?”

“It was normal, a little busy,” he answered.

“Did you eat on time?”

He shook his head. “No,” he said, a hint of guilt in his voice, “I had a meeting that went on a little longer than expected. What did you eat yesterday?”

You pondered, trying to recall your previous day. “I had a smoothie for breakfast, and then Tara dragged me out for ramen at lunch, and dinner—what did I have…”

He chuckled. “Take your time…I have all of the time in the world for you.”

You smiled and leaned up to kiss him. “I don’t want to be the only one yapping,” you said.

“OK, then let’s talk,” Zayne answered as he brushed some hair out of your face. He looked at you, as if he was relearning all of your features, remembering everything that he loved about you. He continued, “We’ll talk until we fall asleep.”

“First one who falls asleep has to make breakfast when they wake up,” you told him with a mischievous glint in your eyes. You then reminded him, “I like French toast with mixed berries please.”

Zayne answered your challenge with his own smirk. “Oh? Is Miss Hunter going to beat me?”

You nodded eagerly.

He sighed. “I think so, too.”

He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, sighing softly. “What do you want to do today? My time is all yours.”

You pondered and then you hugged him tightly. “This,” you answered, “Just being with you.”

“What a coincidence,” Zayne murmured, his eyes feeling heavier, “That was what I wanted, too.”

“What a match,” you yawned.

The world stilled, a quietness settling as the snow outside continued to gently descend from the dark sky. You lay in his arms, safe and secured, as if you two were living in your own snow globe, a world of your own making, created for just you two.

[sistertonin]

jey uso wearing a keffiyeh 🇵🇸 (photos from: xoasia20 on twitter)

[xinyuehui]

3.0 // COSMIC ENCOUNTER

[definitely-not-a-wasp]

Dimension 20 features a sliding scale of pet owners, with Zayn Darkshadow on one end (was actively dying and spent time freeing his rat) and Pinocchio on the other (“die for me, Pinocchi-crow!”)

[catboyidia]

zayne would use his evol to make really stupid looking crows for sylus, in which sylus would show them to mephisto and tell mephisto that they were supposed to be him just to get under the poor mechanical birds feathers

[turnbuckletalk]

despite what happened,i was SO GLAD to see sami. Saudi Arabia is literally Sami Zayn territory, and I'm extremely glad that he showed up, AND HE WORE THE KEFFIYEH??? SOBBING MY EYES OUT. we absolutely ADORE the Palestine solidarity Sami 🇵🇸🍉<3

[iz-star]

"The person you're destined to be with is... stoic and not very affectionate"

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[typingbunny]

Did this actually happen in the game or is it my brain blorbo?

I think Zayne would 100% be the type of guy to do random sweet things for you because his love language has to be acts of service.

So one day you give him a little kiss on the cheek as a thank you.

He freezes for a second tries to play it cool but gives in.

“Do that again.”

“Huh?”

“What you did just now. I’d like for you to … do that again.”

So you lean in and graze his cheeks with your lips. He immediately feels a warm blush spreading on his face and he knows his ears have a pink tint to them.

“Again.” he demands shamelessly.

You’d be crazy if you complained so you oblige, only for him to grab you swiftly but carefully and somehow you end um straddling him.

“…Do it again”, he whispers with an almost sinful ring to it so that now it’s your turn to turn red, crimson almost. This position is more than embarrassing from however you look at it, but what kicks you off is that breathy almost begging tone you’re not used to hearing it from him.

You lean in, about to kiss his cheek again, when your eyes meet and you’re overwhelmed with such an intense feeling to have him repeat those sweet sounds. No matter what it takes.

His pupils are dilated, there is barely any of that beautiful hazel-green colour to be seen which is a shame but that flustered, almost obsessive look is a different kind of beautiful.

You boldly decide to press a kiss to his neck instead of his cheek, earning the best noise you’ve ever heard in your entire life to erupt from this so-called stoic snowman.

His hands fly to your waist. He’s gentle but firm enough to hold you in place. You practically feel his willpower, to hold back, slipping away from under his fingertips the longer they rest on you. He is oozing with need and you can’t help but reciprocate, curious what else lies beneath the surface of this always composed man.

“What you’re doing right now, is very dangerous.”

His voice is low and has a warning ring to it, one that makes your tummy feel funny. It’s addictive.

“Y-you know me I like danger-“

The second that sentence comes out of your mouth you want to slap yourself in the face maybe jump off the nearest bridge, but Zayne just smirks, slightly lifting one corner of his mouth.

“Of course you do …”

Don’t come for me I don’t know how to explain myself other than that I want need this man to be real and to be mine

[astracora]

Love and Deepspace Tracker

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[samijey]

Jey was having too much fun in the background of this segment 😂😂

[idorukiss]

I'm sick so im thinking about The Boys and how they would help nurse you/MC back to health as one does xoxo (theres an addition in the replies now!)

‧͙⁺˚･༓･˚⁺‧͙⁺˚･༓･˚⁺‧͙⁺˚･༓･˚⁺‧͙⁺˚･༓･˚⁺‧͙⁺˚･༓･˚⁺‧͙ Xavier would practically live in your place while he dotes on you in case you needed anything at a moments notice while hes sleeping at the edge of your bed holding your hand. He brings more non-traditional remedies insisting they have to work, you dont know how eating this lemon would cure you but you cant say no to those caring eyes

Zayne shows up with everything you could possibly need and more and insists that on doctors orders you arent to get out of bed unless you have to, helping you with as much as possible but trusting you if you say you got it. Sending checkup texts every hour or so while hes at work and then rushing to your place to dote on you more once he's off

Rafayel would 100% move you to his place so you can hole up on his big comfy bed with all the fresh air in his studio (and so he can paint your sleeping face too but he wont tell you that). Shushing you back to sleep whenever you start to stir and giving you lots of backrubs while frantically following the detailed list of advice thomas had given him

Sylus would show up unannounced at your apartment, scooping you up in his arm while the twins gather your stuff and haul you back to his place. He cancels everything he possibly can on his schedule to personally take care of everything you might need or ask for, and anything he wasn't able to get out of he just works on while sitting next to you

[sistertonin]

sami zayn is one of the only wrestlers to publicly and constantly support palestine. i created this art and a twitter thread full of urgent campaigns. please help support it. 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸

[starmocha]

Holding hands... It does help with dopamine production. It can also be relaxing. Thank you for being my stress relief.