#infold when i catch you-

[lavlynyan]

Infold really said Zayne girlies don’t deserve to be happy after their newest teaser 🥲

[kenshikisser]

“i am not one who easily forgets.”

the parallel between rafayels myth and his new promise card…

[armysantiny]

A doctor’s worry – Zayne

P: Zayne x gender neutral reader | G: fluff, drabble | Inc: mc overworking themselves (as usual), Zayne worrying over mc, Yvonne being a good friend, Zayne's sweet tooth, some indulgent fluff for the soul, calling Zayne 'Doctor Li' bc that's how the title works infold, obv don't take my desc of hospital life too seriously lmao | Wc: 718 | W: mc has an injury but no graphic desc. | R: G

Min's notes: When I tell you I was just writing this all day at work lmao. I just love the way Zayne loves </3

"Hey, Zayne? Do we have the MRI results from last night's case?" Greyson's asking him, both doctors on their way to their respective offices after catching each other in the car park.

"We should do, I'll forward it on to you once I'm inside."

The hospital's busy today, everyone's schedule packed with either meetings, patient appointments, surgeries, or some unholy combination of all three. And for once, Zayne couldn't be more thankful that his schedule is much the same, the gruelling but rewarding hours of his double shift awaiting him.. Sat in his chair while he types out a letter of recommendation for a patient just gone to see a physiotherapist, Zayne sips on the glass of water on his desk, too occupied to do much else other than his job.

At least today, being busy out of his mind helps. It helps him not stress over y/n taking a mission in the No Hunt Zone. The hunter, for all their skill and natural talent, has a mind numbingly stubborn habit of overworking themselves to the point of injury and beyond. Which is why Zayne is trying to bury his concern underneath an avalanche of work, because y/n is working on a sprained ankle.

The doctor even managed to spot the beginning signs of swelling that morning before they left, but y/n was already out the door by the time he opened his mouth.

See you tonight love, they had said, don't push yourself too hard.

How cruel, to remind him to not push himself all the while leaving the vines of worry to bloom around his heart. But he loves y/n anyway, so they're not to blame when Zayne finds that he's no longer frustrated by the waiting, just longing for his hunter to return home so he can fuss over them until the vines relent until the next time they decide to put themselves at risk.

So lost in replying to emails, Zayne nearly doesn't hear the knock at the door, looking up from his screen moments before the knocking becomes more urgent.

"Come in."

"Doctor Li?" It's Yvonne, and Zayne's frigid politeness melts away a tad into something a bit more friendly. "You didn't show up for lunch... so I thought I'd take the liberty of bringing something up from the cafeteria. I recall y/n mentioning your affinity for sweet things?"

It's then, as he's taking the boxed lunch with a gentle thank you, that Zayne notices the separate box of two macarons that Yvonne's handing him. They're from his favourite café. Of course they are. Of course, his love would dutifully tell his colleagues what to do should he be too absorbed in his work. Astra above, he loves them.

When Yvonne leaves, clearly satisfied that the cardiovascular specialist isn't going to go hungry, Zayne allows himself to smile, his own heart fond and aching all the same.

"I'll save one for you."

In between his responsibilities and workload, the doctor hardly realises when the sun begins to set, painting the sky all kinds of pinks and oranges before, inevitably, the sky is dark. Moonlight shines through the gaps in his closed blinds, illuminating his desk in its cool light for a handful of minutes until Zayne is forced to get up and turn the lights on, fluorescent white irritating his eyes for a second. If y/n was here, they'd tell him to squint first, let his eyes adjust until he's comfortable. He can't help but think about them now, most of his tasks done for the day and his mind free enough to think about his lover, how much he misses them, would rather they stay in his arms, stay off their injury and rest...

His phone rings.

"Hello." His expression is soft.

"Zayne! Sorry for going no contact love," y/n says, clearly satisfied with their day. They're forgiven, as always. "I'm on my way back to the office, I'll see you in the hour?"

"Sure. I'll come and pick you up, you shouldn't be putting anymore strain on your ankle."

He can practically hear the amused rolling-of-eyes from y/n.

"Yes doctor~ see you soon! Love you!"

"Love you too, y/n." He hangs up the phone and takes a good look at his office. He can afford to leave a little early tonight.

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[seaofgoldensand]

INFOLD

WHEN I CATCH U INFOLD

INFOLD WHEN I CATCH U INFOLD

INFOLD WHEN I CATCH U INFOLD

INFOLD WHEN I CATCH YOU INFOLD

INFOLD WHEN I FUCKING CATCH U INFOLD

[zayne-snowman]

The chat is Doctor and Dawnbreaker Zayne

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Chat, are we cooked or are we 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥?

-🌺

(Infold when I catch you, infold when I catch you, infold-[is dragged away kicking and screaming])

I believe we are cooked, yes.

Chat? Is that a new nickname? And what do you mean by cooked? I consider myself more on the… Frozen side.

[glubandeepspace]

MC retorting "You wanted to sneak onto the beach the day we met" to Rafayel in Forgotten Sea is pretty weird since that's not how the intro was describing things

i guess that while he was just sitting on driftwood way out at stormy sea playing music he couldve been intending to go further after the sailors etc were dealt with and MC hears abt it in some unseen moment but. it now just makes me also think of Linkon Rafayel and how he mentioned going to the surface only to get stranded on a beach. so clearly these arent just parallel timelines.

but wym we don't get to see Forgotten Sea's MC & Rafayel's moment of realization that the Lemurian who MC helped as kids ended up being the Sea God !! that doesnt seem like a small thing to breeze past... infold when i catch you infold...

[libidomechanica]

“For care, and thrice that”

First foe in Song like to thrown of     this caple, and mynstralsye, with the man’s life I spend, e’re too     though by no means that stek on his time when I perhaps she     undone vast, then yellow. So long, health on Julia’s cheeks, of     me why.—Albeit I’m

sorry he was a friends and that     I have from the full of the smelt o’ the fools of pride, that     shall we both were it can rest. And Eve was it yesterday     I bake. And ladyez, quyle yow ȝelde hewen stod þat wyth     ful bryȝt sunne, and from my

trawþe. Of amethyst I court kynde,     so agreued; þe born. Hey ho gray is a curl; or when this     dear. And long my Honour in a bonie lasse hit a boyish     kind of paved heaven shall renew’d! Remember that, from sleep.     World of my souerayn I

holdez, and scorch; descend. That weening     the sky ascendance o’er the Head hung beauties, and you,     who show no real the Tuism, which from my Maw. No longer heeds     they catch in the yellow as you tell exactly why it     was blue slips on that I

could expiate. He sweet of these     the head is okay but no one who wilt my good enough     all there, of stonez, for þe clambred so clere? The Pow’r expire     consumed, may well addrest to the grave, let not be to     wende when my love, if there.—

And gathered ladyez, þaȝ he honour     in her if April would never like Straw, died his yrnes     mo nyȝtez he went under. When you’ve told; the roadside,     and his Azure Wand, a king, though unfit, heedlesse griefs infold:     but in you wear, made

of his sayings in cruelty,     do not stoden to chaunge in mony cler arms full, right that     whatsoe’er may mon do bot for þe schyree grece schoole of þy     mysses, and þe bare blinding Woes dart; ’tis a mountain, of     posting time the silver.

Shall adore. Shepherd’s whist. For care,     and thrice that blisse, which many a long, leapt aboute hit sothly,     if he schale. In riding’s once are a new neighbour,     when my hopes to the excuse thee shamrock now sweet sisters     withouten pere in felde.

[ly-pleiades]

you're telling me i used the wish crate for a "shining light" copy for a rank up because i felt like i wouldn't get it again in a loooong while (it came home so late😭) and the next single pull i do is "shining traces" 🧍 i fucking kNEW IT,,, infold... when i catch you...

[cartierbin]

uhmm hyunjin 19??

will do. thanks for requesting sweetheart

『 19. “friends don’t do this shit”.

pairing — hyunjin x reader

genre — smut, the drunkest midnight sex with hyunjin

word count —- 815 』

smut under the cut !

hyunjin was drunk. no— drunk is an understatement. hyunjin was drunk as fuck. and that isn’t to downplay you, you were considerably intoxicated yourself. yet you were nowhere near as intoxicated as hyunjin was. you two were friends. this what you did on your off days, drink and hang out like two idiotic college kids. this time around though hanging out consisted of thoughtlessly playing card games in your bedroom, your vision way too blurry to even read the cards you held.

“I’m changing the color!!”. hyunjin oddly shrieked throwing a finger up with his eyes hazed. his head was spinning. “mm changing the color to- to indigo!”. he slurs, slapping down three yellow cards. you take another swig of whiskey, letting the brown liquor burn it’s way down your throat. you mush his face with a hand. “those cards are orange you dummy”. hyunjin stares down at the cards he slapped down moments prior and began to fall on his back in laughter. laughing way too hard as if his mistake was much funnier than it actually was. you could only stare back at him. “you’re an idiot”.

he held his stomach while his laughter came to a halt. he was breathing heavy and hard until he catches a breath. he places his hands behind his head and peered over at you across from him through his legs. even in a drunken state he admired how pretty you were and how much of a good friend you were to him. even in a drunken state he wouldn’t dare miss this opportunity. he smirks to himself with adrenaline rushing to his dick at the thought. “you know what we should do? we should fuck”. he slurs again, it was a blessing that you could even understand him. you slap his knee. “friends don’t fuck”. you add taking another swig of whiskey. it wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about doing it with him once or twice, but that wasn’t the point.

he leans up with messy blonde hair, “cmon. you know you want to fuck me anyway. don’t you?”. you try your best to gather logical thoughts for a moment. but “yes” is the only thing you blurted out. hyunjin makes a pft noise while grabbing your hand and pulling you on top of him. he places his hands on your ass and squeezes it, surprising the hell out of you. you finger comb his hair and lean down to kiss him, yet completely missing his mouth and clashing your forehead against his. the both of you wince at the pain, holding your hands on your heads simultaneously. “damn it. I felt that one”. he curses prior to laughing. “oh shut up”. you reply.

once the both of you were correctly aligned of course your tongue ambushed his mouth infolding him into a wet sloppy kiss. you couldn’t exactly say you knew what you were doing but he was kissing back and rubbing your ass as if to urge you on so you assumed you had to be doing something right. you inhaled the shared breaths canting your hips upwards urgently against his growing bulge. it took hyunjin by surprise and he groaned into your mouth at the intrusive feeling. his lips were soft and delicate yet tasting so much like whiskey that you could’ve gotten drunker by tasting his lips alone. you didn’t mind though, after the few swigs you had moments prior you already were immune to the astringent taste.

hyunjin’s dick waved in arousal while you rocked down on him in a riding motion, your legs on either sides of his waist with your clothed pussy directly against his crotch. you thought hyunjin was hot when he was drunk and focused, lazily tongue kissing you and pushing his ringed thumbs into the meat of your inner thighs. he wasted no time tapping your hips and pulling away, “take these off already”. he whines in protest as if he weren’t fully clothed himself. you shed your pajama pants and tossed them on the other side of the floor, smirking at his curious face in the process. “friends don’t do this shit”. you remind, turning his eyes into crescent moons when he smiled again. you discard your panties as well about to get back on top of him until you realized he wasn’t naked either. “wait I want to see you too”.

you snaked your fingers down to the buckle of his jeans undoing them and he tries his best to assist you sliding them down and kicking them off his ankles. he slips his briefs off as well, letting his thick erection slap against his stomach. you hovered over him while you straddled, grabbing his dick and letting it softly tease your hole leaving hyunjin sucking in breaths through his teeth. “shit”. he curses underneath his breath, the creaminess of your folds overwhelming him completely. you smirk against before inching your way down on his length with a light gasp, clutching the front of his shirt for support.

alas you did what you were thinking about doing to him for years, riding him like the drunk slut you were. his mouth hung into an o-shape and his hands grip the curve of your waist, appreciating every movement you made on top of him. his face was priceless and it was clear to tell that he wasn’t expecting for it to feel this good. he whimpered beneath you, “oh my god”. he breathed trying to fathom how wet you were. you release a breathy laugh, “it feels good doesn’t it jinnie?”. he nods with his eyes half lidded. “fuck yes”. you were drunk off of the liquor and drunk off of the feeling of hyunjin filling you. you became so engrossed in the euphoric clouds in your head that focusing on anything else was much too difficult.

“you feel so good inside me”. you admit knowing you’d say nothing like that if you were sober. hyunjin lands a loud smack on your thigh. “cmon you can’t ride me and talk like that I’ll be fucking cumming in no time”. you smirk and lean over to pepper kisses along the trail of his jawline. “that’s exactly what I want jinnie. please fill my pussy with your cum”. he releases another weighty groan. his hips bucked up into you with need. you gasp feeling him hit a spot you weren’t expecting.

“you’re so damn hardheaded”.

[seaofgoldensand]

infold really said

oh no june's been utter hell

but look at all the OT you've been working

how about we drop this rafayel

and thank the leakers for pushing us to drop sylus crumbs

INFOLD WHEN I FUCKING CATCH YOU INFOLD

[libidomechanica]

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in the mill: but we are  fond loved perhaps with 

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[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“Like a rackd gover-sterd”)

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fee, as was stir innocencessession, but my own  unded; all consent, for in thee in mist recovet  my friends us, which our vase; still  this fairy-Land, that my heart he whose will” as  crown pen that Danubes not should nevery pleasant Muse to  the laws. Ship and not onceal— the with  year the rapture silent, yere on is brave,  that a many die I see beside with  heraldingles of Christabel Jesu, Margaind, wedlocked  for this merry herb, less wailings the 

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