An avid supporter of tragic love pairings. I don't like female characters who chase after a guy 24/7, those who're overly jealous over someone dead (yeah I'm talking about you guys, Kagome and Tifa), and those who are abusive with their power but somehow make people think it's cute (Kagome and Sakura). They're pathetic to watch. Tifa is redeemable in my eyes though. she's not utterly useless and just screams Cloud's name every single time. var sc_project=12219696; var sc_invisible=0; var sc_security="8953e431"; var sc_https=1; var scJsHost = "https://"; document.write("");
sylus was one of the most infuriating people you knew. this fact hadn't changed even with you both knowing each other better, having spent more and more time in the n109 zone than you would have thought before the whole ordeal.
you would have expected his overt teasing and boldness to be what irritated you about him most, but it was something much deeper.
his tendency to throw himself in front of you in dangerous situations, taking any bullet shot at you in your place, was both flattering yet incredibly worrying. even with your knowledge on his evol, you couldn't help flinching anytime he got injured.
he healed easily enough, but you were tired. you didn't want him to get hurt for you, especially when the line between you both hadn't been crossed yet.
it brought you here, huddled in an alleyway after yet another disastrous deal, his wounded arm the only thing you could pay attention to through the blood rushing in your ears.
"i'm fine, sweetie." his arrogance, his insistence that you didn't have to worry, made your blood boil. "why don't we head back to the base? it's been a long night-"
"don't." you swallowed down the bile in your throat, glaring at him. "you need to stop doing this."
"doing what?"
"pretending that this is fine!" the issue had clearly been weighing on you for a while with the way your voice rose, tears building up. "i can't keep watching you get hurt for me-"
"i'm more than alright, kitten," his cocky smile didn't lessen, and it only infuriated you more. "a little bullet won't kill me-"
"but what if one will?!" fully upset, you glared at him, rain nearly blinding you from looking at him. you could see his expression falter, but you couldn't stop, "i don't need you throwing yourself in front of me like your life doesn't matter!" clenching your jaw at his silence, you turned away, "i'm tired of this-"
a hand grabbed your wrist before you could go far, and you were turned to look at him. gone was the arrogant smirk, replaced by a look of pure worry and confusion as he looked down at you. "do you realize i would lay my life down for you?" stunned to silence, he continued, "i would take every bullet, every explosion, as long as you remained safe."
he looked away, and you could feel his hand trembling. "i didn't realize it affected you so much. i'm sorry, but i won't apologize for doing everything in my power to keep you safe." he looked back at you, eyes blazing with intensity. "you're everything to me, sweetie. i've tried to make it obvious through my actions, but i see words are more effective. i love you, and i want to be the one to protect you, to be by your side, through everything."
"sylus.." you sighed, leaning into his touch with a small smile. "you don't need to throw yourself in front of me to prove that."
"but i want to." he lowered his head to yours, pressing your foreheads together as the rain fell around you. "i want to be there, no matter what."
even when you were younger, you had always known caleb to be overprotective. this only seemed to worsen after your reunion.
you weren't eager to be assigned to skyhaven after the entire incident with the farspace fleet, but you did what you had to do. anything to get you closer to the truth of ever.
anything to get you closer to the truth of what had happened to caleb.
unfortunately, you had stuck your head far too close to affairs you were never supposed to know about, and caleb had been the one to drag you out of it.
so now here you both stood, the rain pouring down on you both. your arguments back when you were younger were more playful, childish, full of the innocence that children should have. but now?
"i can handle myself!" you knew your throat was going to be sore from how loud you were screaming, but you could care less. caleb was watching you with a blank expression, and you were desperate to do something, anything, to reach him. "i was so close to figuring this all out!-"
"you were also close to puttin' yourself in danger." his eyes narrowed, arms crossed over his chest as if he was holding himself back. from what, you didn't know. "i can't have you throwin' yourself into trouble just to get information that isn't even guaranteed-"
"i wouldn't have to do all of this if someone would just tell me what was going on!" he had the decency to look a bit guilty at that, and you could only force out a sigh, fists clenched at your sides. "you're never going to tell me, are you?"
at his silence, you scoffed, turning on your heel and shaking your head. you could put up with a lot, but being lied to and having the truth hidden from you just because you "couldn't handle it" was the line you'd have to draw. "whatever, let's just go-"
he called your name, his voice cutting through the rain. you froze, but refused to look back at him. "you must think i'm the most unreasonable person in the world." when you gave a slight nod, he breathed out a laugh, running a hand through his hair. "can't you realize that i just want to look out for you?"
you went to protest, but he pressed on. "sure, you're not that little kid i looked after anymore. but don't you realize how crushing it is for me to have you hurt? i can handle a lot of things, but the thought of you in pain.. it's too much for me."
you could feel his piercing gaze on you, hear his steps through the puddles as he stood with his chest to your back. "don't you feel it? i love you, in ways that go past us just being friends. i want to be something more, i want to be yours and you to be mine, and if the only way i can do that is seeming unreasonable to you, then so be it."
"caleb.." you turned to look at him, not entirely surprised at the way his shoulders shook as he looked at you. "you don't have to keep protecting me this way. you can do it by my side, if you'll have me."
his eyes widened, and the smile you shared was reflected under the streetlights, the rain all but ignored around you.
no one had ever seen zayne more rattled than when you were brought to akso hospital unconscious.
a mission gone awry, the only reason you were even found was the fact you weren't responding to hq, and it was all a blur from there.
zayne had to entrust you to someone else's care despite his every instinct not to. his hands shook far too much to be able to treat you properly.
and then you, strong, stubborn you, had the audacity to walk up to him and ask for his approval note as your primary care physician so you could get back to work the next week.
of course, he looked you straight in the eyes and simply said, "no."
"why are you being so dramatic??" he had just gotten off his shift, the rain pouring down on you both as you followed after him. you had tried to argue your case every chance you got over text, but he shut you down every time. so, here you were, trying to plead your case face to face. "i've been injured before. it was never an issue before!"
"are you seriously going to act like this time wasn't different?" as straight faced as he usually was, you could see the clench of his jaw. "you were unconscious. how can i in good conscience let you back onto the field after that?"
"even so, i'm fine now." when he didn't respond, his back faced to you, you huffed in frustration. "seriously, zayne, it's my job. you can't just expect me to quit because i got hurt once."
he still didn't respond, and you realized you probably weren't going to get anywhere with him. sighing, you turned on your heel, ready to make your escape. if he was just going to give you the silent treatment, why would you bother?
"do you know how worried i was?" his voice stopped you, low and broken in ways you had never heard from him before. you turned back to find him looking at you, his eyes glassy behind his glasses. "when they brought you in, when you weren't responding.. i couldn't bear it."
he stepped closer, hands hovering over your arms before he grabbed you gently. you couldn't tell if the water running down his face was from the rain or him crying. "i kept thinking, over and over again, what would have happened if they didn't find you? what if you had.." he choked on his words, lowering his head. "how am i supposed to act like i don't ache for you everyday? that i don't worry that something like this would happen?"
"zayne.." your voice was quiet in the patter of the rain, but he simply squeezed your arms.
"i love you." the words settled in the silence between you, and he looked at you so fiercely, you could hardly believe this was your stoic doctor. "and this happening only showed me how much i care about you. how much i worry over you. i want you to be safe, and if i can't be by your side to ensure that, then i'm more than happy to do what i can from afar. i'm sorry if this makes me selfish to you, but-"
"zayne." he froze as your hands came to rest on his shoulders, a smile on your face as you tilted your head at him. "you really love me?"
"more than anything." the words were certain, sure, and they lingered in the space between you both as you tugged him in for a hug.
when you feel so good during sex, sylus curses for the first time ❤︎
You never heard him be so... vulgar during sex.
Most of the time it would be him holding back his noises—the noises that nobody especially you could hear—and nothing more. And yeah, sure, he'd be talkative, but it wasn't often you'd hear him say anything more but a few praises... however, though, that changed soon after.
And that 'little' slip up, ended up being an addiction for the rest of the night!
Your legs were propped on his shoulders, clung onto his flexed muscles as he moved you at an unruly pace; pistoning his cock at the core of your pussy, sending you to a spiral. Your eyes rolled back until you’re practically seeing stars, he was awfully good tonight.
And really, you weren’t doing anything except holding onto him for dear life as he was the one doing most of the work. But nonetheless, that didn’t mean it wasn’t enjoyable.
His fingers dug daggers into your skin, basically leaving dents if he were to let go; but he had no intention of stopping anytime soon—even if he finishes—and you weren’t against that. Which was why, playing with you at this rate would be too boring. So he started experimenting how far he (and you) could really go.
But round after round, you were practically too drunk—or too wasted to even focus on anything that was happening; and you could tell Sylus was feeling the same. That same lightning speed that was used on you, was now getting shadowed with slow and unsteady smacks! of his hips.
“Too- You’re too- hngh!”
You could feel the tension between you two grow close to snapping apart. The air in the room shifted and you felt the heat rise within your body—well, specifically your face was burning up, and your mind started going in a haze. Incoherent, muffled sentences were the only thing you could hear through all the schlick! schlick! schlick!—
“Hah… There it is.” Sylus murmured, driving himself a little deeper as his aching cock jammed your insides, prodding your sweet spots, trying to rile you up with the tender touch. And unfortunately, it was working.
“—Hngh- Sylus!”
“Mmh?” His voice dropped five octaves lower and that hum alone sent shivers down your spine. “Feels good, right? S-so damn good.”
The strain in his voice was obvious and you couldn’t help but nod vigorously, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him for a kiss.
When your lips met he immediately melted in the touch, drowning in the kiss as his movements started to slow down, and he started to talk again. “Sh- Mngh, move a ‘lil higher f’me, sweetie.”
And that might’ve been a mistake (on his end)—telling you to move when he just got comfortable inside you? It was too late to warn you, because when you barely moved an inch, Sylus sucked in a loud breath, hooking his teeth over the flesh of his lips as he tried holding back his noises.
“Slow. Slowly…” He warned, grabbing onto your hips and started moving you again—despite telling you to move on your own. And the moment he had you where he needed you to be, the more drunk he was getting.
You unintentionally clench around him, not too hard, but enough for him to growl like a lion. And in that moment, that specific move made him react.
“Fuck…”
Your eyes widen and you don’t have a chance to talk when he started to thrust into you like a madman; jamming his creamy, leaking tip against your cervix, punishing it with sweet kisses. He didn’t care if he was going too fast, or if he was about to come—the feeling alone was something that was getting him going.
“..Keep doing that.” he continued.
“‘M close!” You whine, rolling your hips at an uneven rhythm, trying to ride out your orgasm any quicker—but Sylus wasn’t going to let you off that easy.
“Relax. Jus- fuck, keep moving like that- yeahh good. good girl- just calm down a-and enjoy the moment.”
a/n. i like to think he cusses, specifically the f word, when he’s sooooo gone! yk? oh btw not rlly proof read LOL
Overall they both used to express the importance of something/someone. But with a different feeling of importance. In 大切 (taisetsu), a more self-explanatory word would be “precious”. While in 大事 (daiji), it would be important/relevant.
Compared in English, precious child and important child would have a different nuance to it right? A precious child means someone whom is dear to you, your beloved. While important child have a more “cold” nuance and is more appropriate when used to describe “important document” instead.
But language is very flexible. in Japanese the speaker who said 大事な子供 (daiji na kodomo) might have the same intention as 大切な子供 (taisetsu na kodomo). So they both could mean “beloved child”. Another example is, when talking about someone you love, both 大事な人 (daiji na hito) and 大切な人 (taisetsu na hito) have the same meaning.
As you can see, there are no big difference between them, and that is why the natives thought them as similar/interchangeable. Maybe the best answer is that in 大事 (daiji), the importance is seen as more objective based. While in 大切 (taisetsu) is more subjective (vary from person to person depending on their emotional aspect).
Hope it helps! Happy learning! ｡ﾟ✶ฺ.ヽ(*´∀`*)ﾉ.✶ฺﾟ｡
✩ synopsis: lads men reacting to you complimenting him in the middle of an argument to get out of trouble
✩ pairing: all lis x reader
✩ a/n: inspired by this one screenshot of a tweet from pinterest based off nanami kento teehee
xavier.
"why did you follow me to the no-hunt zone?"
you shrug him off, removing the buckles of your uniform and tossing it to the empty table beside you.
"i told you to not follow me, something could've happened to you."
"something could've happened to you, xavier!" you argue, turning on your heel to face him, "i followed you because you were so adamant in going there alone without any help from anyone," you continued, eyes scanning up and down his features. xavier is adorned in his usual white combat uniform, grime and oil smeared on his pants and arms, his usual stoic expression is plastered across his face.
however, you see the glint behind his eyes that show guilt and slight anger. angry from what—you don't know. huffing, you pivot away from him, continuing to remove your gear from your body.
"i didn't tell you i needed the help because i don't think it was necessary. it wasn't something i can't handle," xavier says, peeling off his gloves. you ignore his words and proceed to the other side of the room, plopping yourself down on the chair, focusing on the laces of your shoes.
"and you not telling me that you were joining me is just the same with me not telling you too," he retorts, as if what he says makes it even better.
you roll your eyes, grumbling under your breath, "i am not going to apologize to that."
he frowns, "why don't you talk to me properly?" he asks, almost pleadingly, taking slow and steady strides towards you.
you scoff disbelievingly, shaking your head, "whatever," you mumble. before you can even kick off the shoes from your feet, xavier kneels across you and gently takes off the boots wordlessly. his calm demeanor render you speechless, his fingertips softly massaging your sore soles.
then, he looks up at you, "what was that? i didn't catch that," he asks.
"i-i said, 'whatever!'" you exclaim with a roll of your eyes, looking away.
xavier merely raises a brow at your behavior, mouth slightly agape, "wha—"
"i am not arguing with a calm, soft-hearted, loving man!" you huff, "whatever you say, handsome!"
his jaw grows slack at your words, taken aback by the 180 of the situation. xavier props one knee up, leaning close to your space, "i thought you were angry?" he asks.
"i thought you were angry," you bite back, refusing to meet his gaze.
he shakes his head, "just upset. but never angry at you. especially with what you said earlier. what was that again?"
blush creeps to your cheeks, turning away from him, "i'm not repeating that!"
you miss the way his lips curl into a smile and his fingers trailing the exposed skin of your legs comfortingly. you don't know it yet, but he already plans something intimate in his head after your words tumble out of your mouth. but for now, he grins up at you lovingly, heart swelling at your random compliment and mind completely forgetting why he was upset in the first place.
rafayel.
he won't budge.
no matter how many times you call his name, ask him about his art he was working on, or even bribe him with dinner, rafayel would not give you the time of the day. and so, you thought of the best way to deal with the situation—give him space.
but the minute he finds you alone in bed, scrolling through your phone, he frowns.
"oh so what happened to accompanying me the whole day? going back to your word again?" he begins, arms crossed across his chest with an evident pout on his face.
you sigh, "rafayel, i've been calling you for hours and you wouldn't spare me a glance!"
he rolls his eyes animatedly, "maybe it's because you promised you would accompany me throughout the exhibit only for you to arrive by the time the show's about to end?"
"i told you, there was an emergency—"
"since when was 'tara needing to run to the vet clinic to pick up medicine for her sickly cat' an emergency?" he retorts.
"uhh since she called?" you reply, plopping your phone down to your chest. rafayel huffs in response, tempted to turn his back to you, and sulk again in his studio. but when he sees the lack of remorse on your features, he feels like his feet were glued to the floor.
it's not like you didn't feel bad for leaving rafayel out to dry during one of his most important events, it's that you found his pouting amusing.
you've been wanting to apologize properly to him for the past two hours but when he refuses to drop the paintbrush for you, you got the signal.
"i only ask you once to join me in my exhibit and you... my beloved bodyguard…. betrays me for a cat?" he says, voice almost raising and in a disbelieving tone.
you blankly stare at him, face pulled tightly as he places his hands on his hips. “and now what? you’re giving me the silent treatment?”
you examine his eyes under the faint glow of the fluorescent light, his irises gleaming with what seems like grumpiness and hurt. you hate to admit it especially when your boyfriend seemed devastated with your actions earlier, but the way he stands from across the room idly makes your heart skip a beat.
ignoring the butterflies in your stomach, you pick up your phone with a roll of your eyes, “ugh, whatever,” you reply.
rafayel couldn’t believe the words that tumble out of your tongue, his mouth slightly ajar, “wh-what?” he asks, brows raised.
“i said, whatever!” you repeat, voice slightly raising, “i’m not arguing with a tall, handsome, kind-hearted man!”
rafayel blinks once.
twice.
then his hands slowly fall to his sides, “what did you just say?”
heat rises to your cheeks as you ignore his question, scrolling through hundreds of posts in your moments account with a shrug.
you hear his light footsteps padding through the expanse, then as soon as he reaches your side, he snatches your phone away.
“hey!”
“i’ll give it back to you once you repeat what you just said, cutie,” rafayel replies with a teasing lilt.
“you already heard me!” you exclaim, kneeling on the cushion of the bed to reach his height but he pulls away further, a hand pressed on your décolletage.
“nope,” he said popping the ‘p’, “say it again!”
your eyes flit to the ceiling in feign annoyance, “ugh. i said, ‘i am not arguing with a tall, handsome, kind-hearted man!’ now will you give it back?”
rafayel’s lips tug into a smile, flipping your phone in his hand before shoving it to his back pocket, “no.”
“wha—“
“cutie thinks she can get away with trouble just because she complimented, huh?” he says, leaning into your space.
you fight back the smile wriggling in your face, “hmm, why not?”
he inches closer to you until his breath fan across your cheeks, “silly girl. i think you can get away with it if you do something for me," rafayel whispers, eyes glancing down from your lips to your eyes.
hesitantly, you ask, "what is it...?"
he hums, "don't babysit that cat ever again."
"no."
zayne.
"how many times have i told you already to stay out of trouble?"
"it's my job, zayne. being a hunter means being in trouble all the time," you reply, holding back from rolling your eyes. you understand where your lover is coming from, especially when you could only imagine the panic settling in his chest when he sees you rush in the emergency room for the third time this month.
but at the same time, it's the third time this month he has given you an earful of being too reckless and going out of your way to face danger itself.
zayne shuts the curtains from your space, blocking you from every other patient's view, "i am aware of what your job entails, but it seems you're so hard-headed that you never listen to a word i say," he retorts, removing the medicated cotton ball from your arm and instead starts pulling out a lengthy gauze, "is there something wrong with being careful or do you just prefer to risk your life every time you're out there?" he continues, snipping the cotton in its desirable length. he refuses to make eye contact with you, his brows furrowed and a permanent scowl on his lips from the minute you step foot in the hospital.
you just managed to catch him merely passing by the ER when tara rushed beside you for help.
"because i prefer to not seeing you in this ward again covered in blood and yet it seems you find it amusing with your sheepish smile when i tend you," zayne comments as he wraps your wounded skin with the bandage, "your stubbornness never ceases to amaze me."
he then turns to his side, tossing out the bloodied pads to the bin with a harshness that you never saw from him before.
you scoff and zayne's glare hardens, his hands growing heavier and the clanking of metal together echoing loudly across the ward, "i'm not arguing with a tall, soft spoken, kindhearted man," you say with a roll of your eyes, "whatever you say, handsome."
zayne pauses from his actions, slowly turning to you questioningly, "what did you just say?"
you ignore the cold shivers running down your spine and shrug, "you heard me."
he takes a step towards you, and another, then another, before successfully removing any space between you two, "you think flattering me will get you out of trouble?" he says, raising a brow at you.
you purse your lips, "why not?" you reply as nonchalantly as you can despite the wild hammering of your heart against your chest.
you didn't miss the tug from the corner of zayne's lips, "that is very unprofessional, miss hunter. i'd like to keep our relationship strictly doctor-patient."
"it was unprofessional the moment you shut the curtains, dr. zayne," you say with a teasing lilt.
"is that so?" zayne replies, tilting his head in curiosity, "well then," he says, fist curled to the fabric of the curtains, "please go home and get plenty of rest before you give me any other bad ideas and have me refrain from scolding you any further."
you pout, "you won't drive me home?"
"aren't you a spoiled little thing? you try to escape from my reprimands and you want a ride home?" he says, dropping his hands to his sides.
you merely nod, looking up at him with the biggest doe eyes you can muster. zayne ends up sighing, fingers massaging the bridge of his nose.
"you are one very clever girl," he murmurs, turning back to you, "but i will say this one last time, i do not want you to come here bloody again, got it, my love?" he says in a low tone with his hazel-green eyes piercing yours, "i just don't want to get used to seeing the girl i love get hurt."
you smile at him, wrapping your bandaged arms around his shoulders, "i got that dr. zayne, i'm sorry."
zayne replies with a peck to your forehead, fingers threading to your hair, "okay, let's get a certain hasty hunter home."
caleb.
"haven't we discussed already that you will just stay at home today?"
"caleb, i'm a grown woman. i can take care of myself with simple errands outside the house."
"that's not the point and you know that," caleb retorts, his arms folded across his chest as he stares at you from across the room with disappointment written across his features. "you made a promise to me and you deliberately broke it. you didn't think i would catch you, huh?" he continues, his back leaning against the column of your shared house.
you bite back your tongue from talking back to him, knowing it would escalate into something uglier. arguing with caleb has always turned into a fight on who can resist the other one better and it never turns out well.
"it's not that i want to keep you in this house for myself, i'm just upset that you specifically told me that you will be at home the whole day. what happened to keepin' our word?" caleb says, "and what if somethin' happened to you while you were out and i didn't know where you were?"
"you always know where i am," you argue.
"regardless. what if i didn't had my phone on me and you were in danger?"
"are we forgetting that i'm a hunter and i can take care of myself?"
caleb clicks his tongue in annoyance, "not the point. i'm just sayin' that it would be best if you would be honest to me so that i know where you are goin' and what to watch out from."
you heave a sigh, darting your gaze elsewhere.
"do you understand me, babe?" he says, a little gentler than before. but you refused to reply, only resting your elbow on your knee and plopping your chin to the palm of your hand.
"you're not listenin'," he says in a low tone, gaze darkening.
"whatever," you scoff.
"what was that?"
"i said, whatever!" you exclaim, throwing your hands up in the air, "i'm not arguing with a tall, caring, and hot man. whatever you say, handsome."
caleb's brain feels like it short-circuited. he couldn't produce a single, coherent thought.
blinking rapidly at you, he takes long strides to the couch, "repeat that for me again, babe."
"no," you affirm, refusing to look at him. the next second, you find him kneeling across you and his hands wrapped around yours, a bright smile across his features, "c'monnnn," he drawls, "say it again!"
you couldn't fight back the smile stretching across your lips as you turn to him, and you swear you could see the halo around his head and a tail wagging on his back.
"i'm not saying that again!" you giggle and caleb leans closer to you, hands gripping firmly over yours, "you think you can just say those words to get away from trouble, huh?"
you feign innocence, looking up at the ceiling, "what? i don't know what you mean!"
caleb smirks up at you, head tilting to the side, "you're a sly woman, aren'tcha?"
"i learned from the best," you shrug.
then, his eyes look up at you longingly, "you know i can never stay mad at you," he mumbles, "but i'm serious, you should always tell me where you're goin'."
"sure, whatever you say, handsome."
"hey."
sylus.
"what happened to going to the n109 zone this weekend? it seems you want to do whatever you want, sweetie."
"something came up at the hunter's association that i had to take care of," you grumble under your breath, kicking off your shoes at your doorway, unsurprised at the intruder in your home that you call your lover.
"oh?" sylus replies indifferently, one brow raised at your passiveness at the situation. "are we going to act like you didn't read my last five messages and purposely left it like that?" he continues, arms folded across his chest as he leans back at your couch.
"yes," you hiss, storming off to your room in annoyance. you didn't mean to give him the sourest attitude you can muster tonight but with the frustration from the earlier missions still lingering in your chest—you just can't help it.
and you just know sylus is not happy either with the way you are acting around him, especially with his numerous unanswered messages to you.
"someone's being a feisty kitten tonight," he calls, trailing behind you with larger strides. without hesitation, sylus gently snatches your wrist and turns you to him, his eyes boring into yours. you could see the exasperation behind his irises, but you ignore it with the way his other hand creeps up on your back. then, he tugs you closer to his space until your hip rests against his and his breath fans across your cheeks, "now tell me what happened," he demands, his voice an octave lower.
you couldn't even process a thought in your head with the way he is cradling you right now, let alone answer him.
he tilts his head at you expectantly, lips inches away from yours. you could feel the heat rising to your neck with the way his fingers mindlessly trace along your back. swallowing thickly, you gather all the strength in your hands and shove him away, "no," you assert, turning your back to him so he wouldn't find your crazy blush.
you miss the way sylus frowns and mouth agape in shock with the way you act like a brat.
"sweetie," he only says with a stern voice. but before he can continue, you cut him off, "no!"
you shake your head, "i am not arguing with a tall, gentle, and understanding man! whatever you say, handsome!"
you don't even know where you plucked the courage to say those words out loud.
but with the way he pauses and then suddenly laughs have the words finally sunk in your system. you whip your head back to his direction, finding his sly smile and one hand resting on his hip, "is that so?" he says.
"wh-what?" you stammer.
"is that why you are so feisty tonight, hm?" he says, brow raised at you and his weight shifted to one of his foot. before you can even answer him and deny of his accusations, he takes a full step towards you. sylus grabs your waist in one swift movement and pulls you taut to his chest, "i'll forget that you were being naughty earlier, sweetie," he murmurs under his breath.
"just give me one thing," he continued.
"...what is it?" you mumble, ignoring the close proximity between his lips to yours.
Nothing was going right for Zayne today, exhaustion and cling on his weary form like a second suit, an intern messed up his medical files in an attempt to clean, back to back surgeries without rest, he lost a patient today and the family blamed him, fingers pointed at him as if he was the one who delayed the surgery in the first place despite his several insistent reminders that they did not have much time. Why isn't anyone listening to him?
His steps were heavy as he closed the door of his home with a controlled slam. He quickly makes work of his coat, his tie. Vanilla notes fill the air and he knew you were home from your trip to the mall.
You hummed as you finish piping the cupcake you were working on, perking up as you hear the door open and close, albeit a little forceful and it made you flinch a bit, but Zayne was home!
With a carefully decorated cupcake in hand on a small plate, you rush to greet your boyfriend.
"Zayne! You're home!" you beamed at him in that soft, dainty voice of yours that usually soothes his weary bones, but he was too agitated to care.
You were holding out the plate for him to take, "I made some sweets! I know you a hard day at work, I understand so-"
"Mhm," he quickly says, wishing you'd drop it and just let him go, determined to just retire in bed.
"But you need to eat!" you gently huffed, "Just eat one of these while I get started on dinner, okay?"
"Put it somewhere, I'm not hungry."
"But you haven't eaten anything! Yvonne told me-"
"For god's sake, listen to me!" his voice bellowed, startling you. "Are you deaf? Are those ears just for show?"
He knew he should stop, he should shut up. But he couldn't help it as his frustration finally spill out.
"I just spent an entire day of work with idiots who don't know how to follow instructions, I don't need one in my home too." he spat bitterly, "What the hell do you know about hard work? All you do is stay in my house, eat my food, waste my money. I don't have the time to play house with you. And if there's any semblance of intelligence in that brain of yours, you'd know to get off my back."
Somewhere, in your soft little heart, something breaks. You bow your head in shame, eyes starting to water, you lips start to wobble.
He tries to walk away, accidentally nudging your shoulder in the process as the plate fell from your trembling hands, shattering into the marble tile with a sickening crash. You let out a small yelp.
That woke him up.
When he looked back, you were already kneeling. Picking up the pieces of broken shards, visibly shaken.
"My love," he uttered as it finally dawned on him what he had just done. He was quick to approach and kneel with you, holding your hands to prevent you from picking up the shards any further. He fears you might hurt yourself.
"It's alright, please, it's dangerous to-"
"I'm sorry," you let out a shaky whisper. "I'm so sorry, Zaynie," you shoulders were tight, your hands on your lap. You looked so so small. Tears fell from you eyes and onto the back of your hands.
He just shouted at you. He yelled at you. He made you feel stupid, when in fact, you were the best thing that could have ever happened to him. He made you cry.
His heart lurched, a sickening feel starting to form in his stomach.
He slowly helped you up, steering you away from the broken plate as you slowly wrap your arms around his torso, tight.
"I didn't know, I'm sorry. I'll do better." you sniffled in his chest. You hadn't stopped shaking at all.
Zayne's eyes start to sting as he looks at your trembling form. "No, no, sweetheart. I should be the one apologizing, you didn't so anything wrong, I- Fuck." the words were stuck on his throat.
You, his sweet, shy little darling, couldn't have done anything wrong, it was his fault. He let his frustration take over him and he vented his anger on you, his angel. The only person who has never made him feel like he was an asshole, yet he's being one right now.
"I'll get a j-job." you say, "A-And then I'll work hard. I-I'll do my best," you whimpered.
"Absolutely not, you don't-" he gulped, "you don't have to, I know how anxious you get around other people and- I- I'm so sorry, my love. I'm sorry." his voice wavered.
His arms wrap around your shaking shoulders, holding you impossibly closer to him as he finally let his tears free. And under the coldness of the winter night, you held each other through your tears, Zayne remembers the reason he pushes through each grueling day, it was all for you. He doesn't deserve you.
"I keep on hurting you," he croaked through his tears.
"I love you." you reply. That just made him sob harder.
As you talked things through, and Zayne doing his absolute bestest to assure and show you how much you really meant to him, you finally drifted to sleep in the bed you both shared, he slips out to clean the mess. On the floor, the ruined cupcakes sat, untouched.
He picks one up and takes a bite. It was sweet.
His favorite.
Zayne, amidst the quiet, never felt more regret. Fresh tears finds it's way down his cheeks as he slowly savored the pastry you prepared.
this episode is so sad but this scene is so funny like dean trying to come up with a plausible birth year for jack and being so fed up with the hospital system (bc hello his son is dying and he’s freaking out!!!) that he doesn’t even try to come up with a normal story for how jack’s bio dad died he’s just like yeah like my husband said dude exploded
He always is when you’re in the hospital. No matter how minor the injury, he always rushes over to see you. But you knew he’d be especially worried today, with the large gash on your calf and an even worse slash on the side of your stomach.
Those wanderers should really get their claws clipped.
He looks almost breathless when he appears in the doorway of your room. You’re sure he’d been called as your emergency contact and not your doctor, but that doesn’t stop him from hurrying over and flipping open your chart.
“I can’t get a kiss first?” You pout, mostly joking. Your smile fades when his eyes meet yours, wide with worry. But worst of all is the fear.
It takes a lot to scare Zayne. He doesn’t flinch during scary movies, doesn’t jump at a noise in the dark. Hes always calm and composed. A lighthouse in the storm.
“No vital organs were hit, which means no internal bleeding. The laceration on your leg is deep but it didn’t tear the muscle.” You’d heard it earlier, but you know the real reason he’s repeating the words out loud.
“I’m alright, Zayne. Really.” Doctor mode slips away and he moves to the side of the bed, taking your hand in his. His thumb traces your IV absentmindedly.
“You’ll be on bedrest for a while. I’ll take a few days off to take care of you.” You’d protest, but a few days of uninterrupted Zayne time was your dream, no matter the circumstances.
“If that’s what the doctor prescribes.” You smile. He returns it, but it doesn’t quite meet his eyes.
You know what he wants to say. He wants to ask you to be more careful, to stop running headfirst into danger, putting your life on the line for the sake of others. It’s selfish of him to ask, which is why he won’t. But still, you see it.
“I have a lot of paperwork to catch up on. Maybe once I’m all healed I’ll stick to desk duty for a bit.” He perks up just barely, so microscopic only you’d be able to notice.
“Alright." His voice is low, and after a quick glance at the door, he finally leans down for a kiss.
When Zayne had insisted on a very sturdy bookshelf in the nursery, you hadn't foreseen it going quite like this.
"She's six months old, Zayne, she doesn't know what myocardial ischemia is." You can't help but smile as Zayne flips open the cardiac textbook he had written to the chapter on Angioplasty.
"She likes it. It helps her sleep." The baby in question is nestled in his lap, blinking slowly but clearly no less entertained. Zayne didn't often get to put her to bed so you're sure she's enjoying the extra time with him. At least, as much as she can at this stage.
"The bottle we just gave her helps her sleep. You don't want to read her something...cuter?" You ask, trying not to get squeamish at the detailed diagram of a blocked artery.
He blinks up at you in surprise, as if he hadn’t even considered the idea. Of course, why would he?
However, you eat your words when he creeps out of the nursery not even five minutes later, baby monitor in hand.
“You got her down already? She usually takes at least ten minutes to fall asleep.” You check the monitor, almost unbelievably. But sure enough, she’s fast asleep in her crib. Zayne smiles ever so slightly, an arm snaking around your waist.
“Don’t you remember when you were pregnant and you kept having nightmares? The only thing that could get you to sleep was the sound of my voice. So I would talk about what I know best.”
You do remember. Apparently, your daughter does too.
POV: Coming back from a mission (gone wrong)—Zayne fic ⛇
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Protecting Linkon's citizens is your responsibility as a Deep Space Hunter, and you typically feel relieved after a mission. Even Hunters had bad days, though, and this mission had gone horribly…wrong. Your captain, Jenna, had sent you and a team of hunters to investigate recent wanderer attacks near the city. The Metaflux energy surrounding the area was strengthening, leading to the manifestation of wanderers. What started as an easy task turned into chaos, with the wanderers causing more destruction than expected. Nowadays, you’re always on edge, uncertain of what each day might bring. Half of a building collapsed in Linkon’s center; luckily, there were no casualties, but injuries still occurred.
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You had gotten rather injured trying to help fellow hunters out of the building in time before it collapsed. A hunter, half your age had gotten stuck underneath a wall of debris and rubble. Any other hunter would have left, saved themselves first then others. Not you. Seeing them struggle pulled at your heart. Instinctively, you moved to help, using your back muscles to lift the wall and free the trapped hunter, then carefully lowered it back.
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You were about to run…but another section of the building’s wall fell. Without time to react, you shielding your head and neck with your arms to minimize impact. The heavy wall hit you, hurting badly but nothing you weren’t used to. You waited five minutes or so, until you were sure no further collapses. Then slowly crawled out with your upper arm strength. Your colleagues soon arrived, helping you get to the paramedics rushing to the scene. You sat at the back of an ambulance truck, you had gotten your injuries taken care of, and you sat there with a blanket covering you. You say lost in thought until your phone rang. Seeing Zayne’s name, you took a deep breath, preparing to fake being okay, and answered.
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You: “Hey! What’s up!”
…..
Silence on the line. Just as you were about to hang up, thinking it was a miscall, another voice spoke.
Zayne: “Must you always pretend to be okay?…”
You were about to question hin when it clicked—you saw the news helicopter, recording the scene. Plus the multiple news archors standing and covering the incident behind you. Zayne must have seen it too. You sighed before replying.
You: “I’m okay, really—“
Zayne cut you off.
Zayne: “There’s a fine line between being ‘okay’ and being injured. Why must you always downplay your pain?… It’s infuriating.”
You stayed silent, knowing Zayne’s words were true. You couldn’t argue. After a moment, he spoke again.
Zayne: “I was worried. You could have died. Your life isn’t something to gamble with especially when I—…when there are people who would miss you.”
His concern and frustration were evident, even if hidden. He was deeply worried about you.
You: “I’m sorry…I know I was reckless—“
Zayne: “I don’t want apologies. I want you to stay safe from harm…”
There was a pause, then he said.
Zayne: “I’m on my way.”
You: “You don’t have to come… I can get home alone.”
Zayne: “No excuses. I’m two minutes away. I’ll take you home.”
His voice was firm, resolute. You knew it was best to agree rather than concern him further.
You: “Okay, see you in two…?”
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You sighed, stretched, and hung up the phone. You could already feel the tension that would arise on the way home between you and Zayne. A black car finally arrived on the street where everything had occurred. The automobile blares its horn and switches on its low beam. The sudden light makes your mind go blank for a moment, and your eyes squint. Then you see Zayne standing just in front of you.
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Zayne extends a hand without saying anything. Awaiting your acceptance. He assists you in settling into the passenger seat once you take his hand. You can see he was upset even though he doesn't say anything the entire time. By the look in his eyes, the clenched jaw, and his furrowed brows. You stayed quiet, you fiddled with your hands. Zayne took hold of your seatbelt and drew it forward. Gently fastening your seatbelt. He moved to the opposite side of the vehicle.
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Opening the door and getting in. He started the engine, pulling out from where he had parked. He started to drive towards your apartment. As you sit in the passenger seat, you don’t know how to break the silence; so you settle on studying Zayne's expression through the rearview mirror. You tell him he was staring back, his green eyes softening as he glanced at you before looking back at the road.
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You, however, kept staring. You began to feel sleepy, you had quite an eventful day. You were hardly able to relax at all, you found solace in Zayne’s presence. You closed your eyes, letting yourself drift off. Before you fell asleep you could've sworn you felt Zayne’s driving became softer.
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When you got to your apartment, you were still unconscious. Zayne pulled into your driveway and parked the car. He got out of the car and walked to your side. He opened the car's door. He looked down at you, watching your sleeping face for a moment. He leaned forward, his warm breath tickling your ear as he said. His tone is gentler.
Zayne: “Are you going to sleep there all night?”
Zayne asked, and when he received no response, he considered whether he should awake you. Zayne soon surrendered and unbuckled your seatbelt. Zayne made sure to hold your head as he lifted you up. He carefully closed the car door. He locked the car. Zayne carried you up the steps of your apartment, holding you in his arms the entire while. When he arrived at your front door, he easily entered the lock combination because he had been to your house a few times before. He never knew the code by heart, but he opened the door to your apartment.
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Zayne switched on the lights and extended a hand. Zayne turned on the light and walked to your room. Zayne's eyebrow curled in frustration as he glanced around your messy room. Zayne hesitantly laid you down on the bed after pushing aside all of the stuffed animals you had on it. He debated if you were truly asleep as he gazed down at your sleeping body. Or if this had been a ruse to get out of a talking.
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Zayne looked at your face. He noticed a strand of hair that had fallen, nicely framing your face. Zayne extended out his hand and neatly placed the strand of hair behind your ear. Zayne watched you and drew your bangs to the side. He leaned in closer, his lips touching your forehead. His voice sounded strained and fragile.
Zayne wasn’t a jealous man, he could handle his feelings well. He would never lash out at you or anyone for that matter because of how he feels. Unless Caleb was involved.
Zayne notices everything. Every accidental touch, every lingering gaze, every moment where Caleb felt he had a chance with you. He wouldn’t go and initiate PDA in front of him or anything, he’d just make you understand at home. You’re his. He’ll make sure you remember that.
“C’mon love, you can count for me, can’t you?” Zayne murmured, his voice low. Your chest was pressed up against your bed your body arranged in a filthy arch. Your ass was presented to him bright red and throbbing, your puffy cunt peaking out and oozing arousal.
Smack!
“O-one..” you weakly let out, this was the third time he’d made you restart counting, not being able to reach ten. The sting of his hand felt so good, making you unbareably wet. You buried your face in the pillows, whimpering pathetically while Zayne eased one finger into your leaking pussy.
“That’s a good girl,” smack!
“Uhhnn—two!” your whole body shook, overwhelmed from the sting of his hand mixed with his finger pistoning in and out of you at an agonizing pace. Zayne could see your thighs tremble, struggling to hold yourself up for him. It was cute. Caleb couldn’t do this—reduce you to a whimpering mess of need.
“Your cute cunt is sucking my finger right in, you really love getting spanked don’t you? Dirty girl,” Zayne eased another finger in as he spoke, the faintest of smirks on his face as he watched your folds stretch to accommodate him. Smack!
You were too into the feeling of his fingers to remember you had to count out loud, Zayne’s stern tone snapping you out of borderline fucked-out state.
“Sweetheart? Aren’t you forgetting something?” You didn’t understand how even when he was being so mean to you he still managed to make his petnames for you sound so sweet.
“N-no! No, m’sorry. Three— I din’ forget!” you struggled to speak, not wanting him to make you restart. Lucky for you he was feeling somewhat merciful and let your forgetfulness slide just this once. “Zay—Zaynie, p-please.. need you..”
“I’m right here, dove,” he was well aware of what you needed, he couldn’t help but make you beg some more.
“Noo, need your cock. Need you to fuck me, needa cum..” you had tears in your eyes from how desperate you felt.
“I know you do. But you need a reminder, darling. You need to be reminded of who you belong to. Because earlier, you seemed to have forgotten that,” Zayne’s voice was laced with jealousy. He couldn’t believe it himself, it was an ugly emotion.
“Is this— is this about Caleb?” you whimpered out. You clearly didn’t think before speaking because hearing you say Caleb’s name like that broke something in Zayne. He hated it. “Za—ohmygod,” you choked out a sob, feeling your pussy stretch around his cock.
“Don’t. Don’t, fuck, say his name. Not like that, not now,” Zayne grunted, pushing his cock into you, bottoming out. The way he was speaking made you realize something.
Zayne lost MC too soon, and now their child’s innocent questions leave his heart aching.
“Daddy, what is Mommy?” And just like that, on a quiet Saturday night, Zayne’s world came to a halt.
He expected this question. He had spent years preparing himself to hear it.
Years preparing himself to answer it.
But it still felt too early, and that was enough for him to know that no matter how long he prepared for it, he would never be ready.
His fingers fidgeted, heart hammering against his chest. He didn’t even notice until he tried to rise from the couch, and stumbled.
He straightened himself beside his little boy, and drew him gently into his lap.
“What brings this up, baby?” He hummed, wrapping his arms around his child.
And Zayne knew… he was only asking so to buy himself time.
Time to breathe…
Time to find the words…
Time to distract a toddler from a truth Zayne wished he too could escape.
Little fingers came to grab Zayne’s shaking ones, as if the little soul sensed his desperate need for comfort.
“Because, daddy, everyone at school has a Mommy. What’s a mommy?” His little voice sounded too unaware, too innocent, and it made Zayne’s insides twist with guilt as if he were the one who made everything this way.
What’s a mommy?…
What’s a mommy?…
What’s a-
The question kept looping in Zayne’s head, echoing louder with each replay, until he could no longer hear his own name.
“Daddy?” The child poked at his dad’s arm.
“Come on let daddy show you!” Zayne tried to sound excited, as if the revelation of your child having a Mommy of his own was much less bitter than it actually was.
He found himself acting on instinct, not quite sure what he was doing, or what the right thing even was.
He lifted his son and got up, walking all the way to his bedroom and flicked on the light.
Sitting on the bed, Zayne fiddled with his bag to find his wallet.
Zayne held it between his hands and breathed.
He paused.
Longer than he should have.
Because he was scared.
Scared that his little boy will learn something that will leave him hurting forever.
Like it did Zayne.
Looking over innocent awaiting eyes, he finally opened his wallet and took out a small picture.
It was him… and you.
Zayne smiled longingly, achingly at the picture, its colors were faded where his thumb always pressed.
“That’s daddy!” Your son chimed, and Zayne’s heart sank even more.
“And… that’s mommy.” Zayne held the little finger so it pointed at your face, and his composed demeanor betrayed him as he couldn’t look at your son’s eyes for his reaction.
“Mommy?” The curious tone was killing Zayne, because he couldn’t hide the truth forever, and nor could he the pain.
“Yes, baby! You have a mommy too!” And what was his attempt at an enthusiastic smile was barely believable even for a toddler.
“That’s mommy?” The little child grabbed the picture with both hands, staring intently.
Zayne nodded, seating his son in his lap. “That’s your mommy.” He stopped there, afraid his voice would betray him if he said another word.
“But where is she?” Doe eyes looked up at Zayne, and he swore he could see you in them for a split second.
Where is she…
Zayne wished to know as well.
All he knew was…
“She’s gone, my love.” He rested his head on top of his son’s. He couldn’t say she was dead yet… not to those innocent eyes.
“Very, very far away…” and all it took was a little hiccup to escape his lips for the small head to whip up and look at him with questioning eyes.
“Daddy?” The little boy blinked.
A pause ensued, for Zayne trusted his composure no more.
“Daddy are you crying?” Small fingers poked at wet cheeks.
“No, no baby.. Daddy is just-“ he inhaled in an attempt to calm himself. “… remembering”. He ended.
“Do you miss mommy?” And as much as Zayne wished the questions would stop, he knew… he knew this was bound to be asked.
“Yes, a lot…” his head hung down, almost in defeat, almost ashamed that he couldn’t be stronger than this in front of his son.
“What do you do you when you miss mommy, daddy?”
Aah… more questions.
“I look at you, my baby” Zayne gently brushed his little boy’s bangs off his eyes.
Zayne’s thumb brushed over the photograph again, tracing your smile as if it could still warm his skin.
“I see mommy when i look at you.”
Your son smiled, not understanding… and Zayne smiled back, understanding too well.
there’s nothing more beautiful to xavier than the sounds of your pretty moans when he has you laid beneath him after hours and hours of long, pulled out orgasms. your brows are furrowed with your cheeks hot and flustered when you mutter out with weak words, “please— can’t take anymore…”
god, you sound so cute like this, overstimulated and weak. xavier can’t help but admire the mess he’s made of you — your chest rising heavily, your eyes glossy with your lip trembling ever so slightly, and the way you’re just a small, pathetic mess underneath him — how can he stop when you’re looking like that? it’s like you’re asking him to make you cum all over again.
his fingers trail down the bare skin of your stomach, his touch so light but it doesn’t stop the burning sensation of pleasure from the hypersensitivity caused by your boyfriend’s relentless need to make you cum over and over again.
“can’t you give me one more, angel?” xavier asks with that soft voice of his, looking at you with his large and innocent blue eyes despite the lust that’s evident through them before he’s snapping his hips forward and hiding a smirk when he hears your desperate gasp, “yeah, i think you can.”
despite your legs aching, your weak body shaking in xavier’s hands where he holds you, and the pathetic whine that falls from your lips when you can’t even speak anymore, you can feel the greed of your pussy still swallowing his cock tightly at his words. you’re red, swollen, and you’re definitely going to be aching tomorrow morning, but that one squeeze around his shaft tells him everything he needs— or wants to hear.
he bites the bottom of his lip to hide his smile of victory from you, rocking his hips while holding onto yours so you’re still in place of his relentless thrusts, “let’s see how many more you can give me until i break you.”
