Those that have followed me over from @headquarters90 that enjoyed my New Beginnings series with Damian Wayne:
That will not be transferred over - yet. It will be transferred over, I have just decided that it won't be posted again until I've re-written it. Until then, it probably won't be found either.
you watch zayne roll his sleeves upto his elbows, his eyes watching you on the bed.
right by your head is a tiny jar of small heart shaped sugar candies. you tilt your head, leaning into the mattress with a knowing smile. “you’re looking at me like you’re going to run an experiment, doctor.”
“not quite,” zayne murmurs, voice dropping to a velvety purr. he reaches into the jar and pulls out a tiny sugar heart. “but, i think you’d quite like what we’re about to do.”
he doesn’t place it on your skin right away. instead, he slides his large hand behind your neck, lifting your head slightly, and presses the cold candy right between your lips.
“open,” he commands softly.
the second the sugar hits your tongue, zayne leans down at covers your mouth with his.
the kiss is deep and heavy, his warm tongue immediately tangling with yours to melt the candy between you. the sweetness coats your mouth, turning his kisses completely frantic. zayne groans into your mouth, sucking on your tongue and holding your tighter until you’re whining for air.
when he finally breaks away, his green eyes are dark and incredibly hazy.
“so sweet,” he breathes, his thumb wiping away the sugary saliva from your bottom lip. “i think the rest of your body could use a dose, yes?”
and so he does it. zayne places the candies all over your body- carefully sucking, biting and kissing his way down. you moan and twist your body, unable to bear his sweet, sweet torture.
“z-zayne...” you whine.
he simply moves lower, trailing wet kisses down your chest. you arch your back, your thighs parting automatically as you ache for him, but zayne gently clamps his hands on your knees, keeping you still.
“behave,” he chides.
zayne takes a few more candy hearts and presses them right against your slick, swollen clit. you let out a loud gasp, your toes curling into the sheets at the feeling of cold candy against your heated core.
“ah...zayne..p-please...” you whimper, hips jerking up instinctively.
“look at me,” zayne requests, his voice dropping to that thick register that always makes your cunt throb. he holds your thighs open, watching the way the candy hearts melt into your glistening folds. “let it dissolve. you look so beautiful right now.”
you obey his words, looking up at him with tears in your eyes as you spread your legs wider for him.
“such a good girl,” zayne whispers, his serious front breaking at the sight of how much you want him. “so sweet for me.”
he buries his face between your legs. his warm tongue swipes flat and heavy over your clit, swallowing the melted sugar and your wetness in one deep, greedy stroke.
a loud broken cry rips from your throat. zayne dosen’t hold back, your sobs of pleasure only motivating him to suck harder. his mouth suctions over your swollen cunt, tongue moving in a fast relentless rhythm. the mix of the sweet melting candy and his hot mouth is overwhelming.
“zayne! ah-h...i-i’m coming!” you let out, fingers tangling into his raven hair.
zayne simply hums into your skin, his hands tightening on your thighs to completely drink you in. the deep vibration of his voice against your cunt makes drives you straight over the edge. your body shatters into a violent climax, walls pulsing hard.
he stays right there, licking through every wave of your release until you are sobbing from the sheer pleasure.
when he finally crawls up your body, his lips are wet and his eyes are soft with satisfaction. He presses his heavy frame against yours, capturing your mouth in another deep messy kiss that tastes entirely of you and sugar.
“zayne..” you breathe out, completely wrecked and shaking under his weight.
zayne kisses your cheek tenderly, his breathing just as ragged as yours. “you did so well for me. but the we aren’t quiet done yet. wrap your legs around me.”
It’s a slow Saturday morning, and Zayne has been blessed with a midday shift, which means there is no rush in his morning routine and you can watch him prepare for the day in the comfort of your bed.
He looks extra handsome today, you think. Sleep still hangs over his eyes, his glasses hastily perched on that ridged nose. Stubble dots along his jaw, the soft angle hidden under morning shadow. You still feel it prickle on your skin from he kissed your shoulders.
Even his pajamas were doing something for you. You kick your feet under the blankets because he just makes you that giddy.
While Zayne prepares his razor for his morning shave, he turns his face this way and that, observing himself in the mirror.
“I think I’ve gained some weight,” he says, tone neutral.
You blink in surprise, tugged out of your love-stricken stupor by the sudden statement. When he swipes through the shaving cream rubbed onto his jaw, you see that the prominent line has softened some.
When Zayne reaches over to grab a towel, you see pale skin peek out from the bottom of his white t-shirt. A bit of belly greets you, and his happy trail invites your gaze lower.
You haven’t really noticed it, because his routine never changes. A morning run every day, and an hour gym session three times per week. It compensates for how often he eats take out in a time crunch and the macaron stash hidden in the second drawer of his desk (where he thinks you don’t know).
But now that he brought it up, he has all of your attention.
His shirt is a little more filled out than usual, and maybe you can see the outline of his thighs under the pajama pants. His arms look bulky, strong, all thanks to him insisting on pull-ups as a workout staple.
“Is that bad?” you ask, though you already know your answer.
Definitely, one-hundred percent, not bad in the slightest.
“No,” Zayne chuckles, and you realize that his eyes are already on you. You shift around in the bed, warm and inviting. “It’s normal with age.”
Zayne finishes his shave with time to spare, wiping the excess water and cream from his face, and takes his time lumbering back to your bed. You lean up, reaching out toward him, waiting for him to meet you in the middle, which he always does.
Your arms wrap around his middle. Your wandering hands don’t hesitate to hike his shirt up to feel the soft skin underneath. “Then why bring it up?”
Your hands run over his stomach, down to his hips, around the front tie of his pants. In return, he tugs off his shirt, letting you drink in his body with new eyes.
His smile is smug when you pepper his bare skin with kisses. “I thought you’d like to know.”
Update! Almost everything has been transferred over to @maidenkore with only a few things left here. Hopefully this weekend, the rest will be transferred. If you havent already, be sure to follow @maidenkore to keep up with my work! Everything here will be art appreciation and fic recs once I'm done!
@maidenkore has been my main blog that I hardly used. Decided it would be easier to have everything posted there instead.
Rafayel x MC, fluff/comfort, weighted blanket, established relationship
“What’s this for?”
You look over to see Rafayel curiously poking at the new blanket on your couch that you recently bought. “Why is it so heavy?”
“It’s a weighted blanket. It’s supposed to help with stress and sleep.”
“How?”
“By simulating a hug, I think.”
Rafayel goes quiet, staring at the fabric for a long moment before looking back at you.
“...What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Cutie, why do you need that...” he pauses for dramatic effect, “...when you have me?”
“I mean…” You blink, amused. “You are not a blanket.”
He crosses his arms, leaning back with a huff. “I am much better than a blanket.”
“Oh, I believe it,” you tease, “but you are not sitting on my couch 24/7.”
“Ah, but you see, there are perks to having an artist boyfriend.” He grins suggestively at you. “Unless I’m out of town, you can call me anytime and I will be at your door within the hour. I can write it off as the whims of an eccentric artist—my muse called, and I simply had to go. Which would be the truth, anyway.”
You frown slightly. “But what if you are actually busy?”
“I can be busy, but you are more important,” he says simply, his gaze softening.
Whenever he says things like that, you can feel yourself melting just a little bit more.
“Thomas would want to kill me..” you mumble.
“Oh, please. Thomas owes you so much at this point for the number of events I actually show up to just because of you. He’d probably even make me come check on you so you don’t quit.” He snorts at the thought. “To sweeten the deal, I can even drape myself over you while you walk around the house, just like a blanket. How does that sound?”
The mental image makes you giggle—you can totally see him doing just that.
He smiles at you. “It’s a deal, then? You will call me next time instead of using that blanket? Yeah?”
You chuckle softly. “Alright, you’ve got yourself a deal.”
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It was a particularly exhausting and intense mission, and all the fatigue you have accumulated over the past months has officially toppled over. You have pushed yourself a little too far and are now rapidly crashing out.
You excuse yourself to go straight home after the mission instead of going back to the headquarters, but as you make a mess of your apartment, trekking your way inside with water and dirt dripping all over the floor, you think, belatedly, that maybe that wasn't exactly the best idea.
But you really, really wanted to just go home, be alone, curl up on the couch, wrap yourself in a blanket-
Your eyes drift over to the couch and the weighted blanket as you drop off your keys on the kitchen counter.
The next time you feel like you need to use the blanket, you will call me, yeah?
The way Rafayel’s eyes looked when he said that resurfaces in your mind. After pausing a few minutes, you pull out your phone and dial.
“Hi cutie, how may I be of service to you today?” His familiar cheerful voice comes through the phone after a few rings.
This is nice. Your brain says. His voice is nice. Want to listen to it more. Listen to it forever, actually, preferably.
You feel like you are in a trance, your brain glitching and no longer computing.
“Cutie?” His voice now sounds a little concerned.
Sensing his worry and realizing you haven't said a word, you make your increasingly slow brain work a little harder and manage to squeeze out a response.
“Last time you said.. to call you..”
“On my way. You are home, right? 10 minutes. Stay where you are ok?”
You close your eyes, feeling an unexplainable relief wash over you. “...ok”
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By the time Rafayel steps into your apartment, you are pretty sure you have regressed into a toddler, but you also no longer care. When you feel him approaching, you don’t even lift your head to look, you just reach out and wave your arm, signaling for him to wrap his arms around you.
Immediately, he does.
His scent surrounds you. He is warm, and you sigh contently, not at all aware that it's because you are freezing cold from being soaked in the rain for most of the day. It’s making Rafayel's worried frown deepen even more where you can’t see.
“This is nice… You are so warm. I like this…” you whisper, a soft, sleepy smile tugging at your lips as you sink deeper into his arms.
“...Miss Hunter, I did not realize you are even more deadly when you are exhausted out of your mind.”
You hum and giggle, moving to nuzzle into the crook of his neck.
“...is nice... it feels like home...”
That shakes him, but you don't notice.
He tries to gather himself back up to speak, trying to recover.
“I am very jealous of your blankets of the past right now.”
“Don't be.. you are my blanket now. My personal nice smelling.. nice sounding.. nice looking blanket…”
“I would laugh right now if I am not so worried. Why do you sound like you are drunk?”
You giggle again and let your head drop on his shoulder, your breath begins to slow and level out as you completely relax into him.
“No, wait, don't fall asleep yet.” He shifts as he feels you settling, his voice picking up a touch of urgency. “Let's get you cleaned up first.”
“No…. No clean up… want to stay like this…” You protest with a frown, your eyes remaining closed as you huddle closer to him.
“Come on, cutie. You are dripping all over the sofa. You are going to get a cold like this.”
“Nooo...” you protest again weakly. “Blanket doesn't ask to be cleaned up... blanket stays...”
He lets out a soft, helpless laugh. “Well, this blanket is going to help clean you up without you needing to do anything. A nice warm bath, including drying you up, putting you in fresh pajamas... the works. What do you say?”
“Hmm... will you keep hugging me?”
“Of course.”
“Ok...”
He lifts you from the couch effortlessly, carrying you toward the bathroom. You hang onto his neck like a koala while he starts to run the warm water.
“Rafayel..?”
“Hmm?”
“I love you..”
You mumble the words just as you doze off to the sound of the running water. For a long time, that’s the only sound in the room—the sound of running water, your steady breathing, and his uneven ones.
Rafayel’s hand, which was testing the water temperature, is completely still. He stays like that for a while before letting out a long, low, exasperated sigh.
“That was absolutely cheating cutie…”
He leans down and kisses your forehead, you already fast asleep.
This was another anon request from @headquarters90 that was posted Dec 10th, 2018
Words: 2111
Tags: cursing, mentions of violence, Hush appearance, nothing major
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Onyx | Masterlist
“Y/N, it’s nice to see you,” Clark Kent gave you a smile which you returned.
“You too, Clark. Uh, Alfred called me saying something about Bruce being injured badly?” You questioned and he raised an eyebrow at that statement.
“I wasn’t aware of that. However, Bruce is in there. I think Alfred is in there with him,” Clark answered and you nodded, heading towards said room.
Knocking gently, you waited until the door was upon before looking up at Alfred.
“Ah, M-…Right, pardon me. Y/N is here, Master Bruce.” Stepping off to the side, Alfred allowed you to step into the room. “I believe they can fix you up better than I can.”
“Y/N,” Bruce greeted before wincing, his hand resting on his rib cage and you furrowed your eyebrows in worry. “Run in with Blockbuster,” he added and you scrunched up your nose.
“Move your hand,” you ordered softly and he nodded, dropping his hand. In order to get in a comfortable spot to rest your hand over his ribcage, you had to stand between his legs with one hand resting on his shoulder and the other resting on his ribcage. This wasn’t the first time it had to be done either.
“Are you wearing makeup?” Bruce questioned and you lifted your eyes to his. “Never seen you wear makeup.”
“I was being used as my best friend’s guinea pig,” you answered. “They’re close to finishing their cosmetic schooling so I offered to be their guinea pig for the rest of their labs.”
“That’s kind of you.”
“Thanks.” You gave him a smile before stepping back, dropping your hands. “All healed. You know, it seems like every other day I’m here to heal you.”
“Alfred’s the one that calls you here. I’m fine with letting them heal by themselves,” Bruce stated as he stood.
“But if I didn’t heal you, then you’ll be fighting with bruises and broken ribs that would only worsen because of who you go up against,” you pointed out and he chuckled.
“That’s true. Thank you.”
“No problem.” You beamed at him before the two of you walked out of the room.
While you were considered a member of the Justice League, you didn’t. You didn’t go out and fight like the rest of them did. You knew how too but you preferred to be behind the scenes where you didn’t have too. You were a metahuman, much like Barry Allen.
“Y/N’s here!” You heard said metahuman yell before you were suddenly engulfed in a hug. “Oh, how I missed you so!”
“I was here last night, Barry,” you pointed out as he finally pulled back from the hug. “But I missed you too.” You patted his head gently before lifting your eyes towards Bruce who paid attention elsewhere.
You were friends with everyone in the League, even though you were quite different than most of them. More different than the metahuman-superhero-crime-fighting members.
“Are you wearing makeup?” Barry furrowed his eyebrows at you and you shook your head. You should have known that you’ll be constantly getting questions about the makeup.
“Best friend’s guinea pig,” you answered and he bobbed his head in understanding before pouting.
“I thought I was your best friend.”
“Oh, Barry,” you sighed playfully before smiling as the metahuman’s attention was taken elsewhere.
“I don’t know how you do it,” Bruce spoke and you looked at him. “Be friends with everyone on the team.”
“Comes natural, I guess,” you shrugged with a smile. “I think they’re all amazed that I’m friends with you.”
“Naturally,” he chuckled as you walked beside him. “My sons are too.”
“I forget you have children,” you commented as you looked at him. “How are they doing?”
“They’re doing great, just being a pain in my ass.”
“Maybe I should pay a visit here soon again.” You smiled softly as you looked at him.
“They’ll love it,” Bruce added, matching your smile as your phone went off. “Duty calls?” He questioned as she glanced at it and she gave an apologetic smile.
“Looks like it’s all hands-on desk. I can swing by yours after it though?” You offered and you watched as he nodded his head. “Great. I’ll see you later, Bruce.”
“Sounds good. Just walk on in, Y/N.”
Giving a nod, you did your usual actions of leaning up to kiss his cheek before you headed towards the door with a blush rising to your cheeks.
~
At Wayne Manor
With a rub to your neck, you stepped through the doors of the Wayne Manor and furrowed your eyebrows at the quiet before you realized the time it was. Around this time was when Bruce and his sons were out watching over Gotham. It wasn’t your first time in the Manor while they were out doing that so you made your way down to the Batcave, your eyes landing on Alfred and Barbara Gordon.
“I hope they’re not bringing too much pain to themselves,” you spoke and Barbara glanced back at you.
“Y/N, Bruce warned us you might be stopping by. They’re actually investigating what caused the accident,” Barbara replied as you walked up to the two of them, taking one of the seats.
“I had this feeling that it was more than a drunk driver,” you chimed in, taking one of the headsets Alfred offered.
“How you doing, Angel?” You heard Dick Grayson question through the headset, your “hero” name coming naturally.
“I just got done from acting as if miracles happen for the past four hours. You tell me, Dickie,” you replied, hearing him murmur in agreement. “A lot of the wounds I treated today seemed abnormal for a pileup.”
“Abnormal how?” Bruce questioned as your eyes scanned the screens before you, your eyes finding the video camera that showed him.
“Like they were medical wounds. Bruce, I think it-”
“Hush.”
You fell silent as your eyes stayed on the video footage where Hush and Bruce stood. You bit your lower lip as you kept your eyes on the footage, pointing at it so that it can be brought up.
“Where are they?” Tim’s voice came through and you glanced over at Barbara to see her trying to locate the footage.
“I can’t pinpoint it. Something’s interfering with his tracker. I’m surprised we’re getting video footage.”
“Hush has something interfering almost everything but sound and visual. He wants us to watch. There’s a good chance he knows who the Bat is and if this man is who I think he is, Bruce, you better be careful,” you spoke, leaning in your seat.
At the Alleyway
Bruce stood in front of Thomas Elliot, the man known as Hush, with narrowed eyes. He had already figured out who caused the accident. The man had been out to get him for years and, knowing that he has been watching, he knew that Bruce would investigate why you had to suddenly leave.
“It’s a pity, Bruce. I was hoping to run into her before she got to yours but as we can see, that didn’t happen,” Hush tsked with a shake of his head.
“Bruce, what is he talking about?” He heard Barbara question and Hush smirked.
“They don’t know? They don’t know why that butler is constantly having her over? Are they that oblivious?”
“Your battle is with me, Hush. Keep all of them out of it,” he spoke and Hush grinned wickedly, lifting a gun.
“What a pity.”
Back at Wayne Manor
Bang.
“Bruce!” You shouted, moving to the edge of your seat before a soft sigh left your lips, seeing that Bruce had moved from the shot. “Damnit, Bruce.”
“Moved to the edge of the seat?” came Jason’s response and Alfred chuckled.
“You would think after watching more than once that she’d be used to what he does,” Alfred answered and you pursed your lips.
“Sorry that I don’t like seeing people hurt. I’m a healer and a doctor after all,” you deadpanned and your favorite familiar sound of Bruce’s chuckle filled your ears. “I already healed you once today, don’t make me do it again.”
“No promises, sweetheart,” he murmured as you watched as he dodged another attack, your eyes following his movements.
“Did we agree that we were going to do that one thing when we returned?” Damian questioned and you furrowed your eyebrows.
“What one thing?” Bruce demanded as the others were finally able to find him to help.
“Oh, don’t worry about it, Master Bruce,” Alfred spoke and you turned your head towards him, getting a smile in return. “Nothing to worry about.”
~
You stood from the computers as you heard the Batmobile pull into the cave. While you heard the others make their way into the Batcave, your eyes were focused on Bruce as he exited the Batmobile, his eyes lifting to yours.
“Not injured, see?” He teased a bit and you rolled your eyes as he made his way over to the platform.
“What was Hush talking about back there, Bruce?” Barbara asked as you shifted your eyes from him. “Who would he be after?”
“It could be anyone he’s referring too. I am Bruce Wayne, after all,” he answered as you shifted on your feet. “Everything okay, Y/N?”
“Yeah, just tired. Healing people take a lot of my energy away,” you lied. In reality, your stomach dropped at his statement. You hated how he was around other girls, how he flirted with other girls, and you hated how you wanted to be the girl he would be flirting with.
“Why don’t you two go watch a movie in his bedroom?” Alfred offered. “I’m sure Miss. Y/N would rather be in a bed than on the couch.”
“That’s a perfect idea!” Dick exclaimed and you and Bruce shared a look together.
“What are you guys planning that even have Alfred in it?” Bruce questioned, crossing his arms over his chest with a raised eyebrow.
“Nothing!” Tim answered and you rolled your eyes, glancing towards Damian stood, shifting on his feet.
“Dami?” You spoke and he lifted his head towards you. “Want to answer the question?”
“Not particularly, no,” he replied and you shook your head with a smile. “It is a good idea though. The movie part. You two look like you need to relax and, like you said, healing takes a lot out of you.”
“You’re right on that,” you murmured before shuffling a yawn, covering your mouth as Bruce glanced over at you.
“Alright. Give me a second,” Bruce spoke and you nodded your head.
Ruffling your hair, you glanced towards him as he stripped out of his uniform. Your eyes scanned the scars. Your lower lip finding its way between your teeth at the sight.
“I can heal those, you know?” You offered gently and he looked over his shoulder at you.
“I know.”
Your body had a mind of itself as it carried you over to him, your hand gently touching his back with no thoughts of healing it for it wouldn’t have consent.
You lifted your eyes to his and gave him a gentle smile before dropping your hand to allow him to pull on a shirt.
“Oh, for fuck's sake, will you two just kiss already? This is becoming tiring,” Jason declared followed by a smack and a “what the fuck?”
Turning your head along with Bruce, you noticed the scowl on Alfred’s and Dick’s lips and Jason glaring at Barbara as he rubbed his arm.
“That’s what this is about?” Bruce voiced. “Getting us together?”
“Way to go, Todd,” Damian snorted and you raised an eyebrow over at the younger brother who shifted his gaze away from you.
“You people are horrible,” you stated with a small chuckle and a shake of your head. “Clark and Barry beat you all.”
“What are you talking about?” Dick furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at the two of you.
“She was my date the other day,” Bruce answered and Alfred chuckled, shaking his head.
“Of course, they would beat me at getting you together.”
“Barry told me that you pointed it out to them and they decided to take it into their own hands.” You shrugged, feeling Bruce’s arm snake around your waist. “We just weren’t going to tell anyone else yet.”
“So, the she Hush was referring too-”
“Yeah, that’s me. It’s a little hard to get to me though. No one leaves me along enough. Barry was the one that got me over here,” you answered and Bruce snorted before leaning down and kissing your temple.
“That movie?” He murmured and you smiled up at him.
In the process of transferring everything to my main blog! You can still find the masterlist here for now. Thank you!
Note: transferring simply because having a main blog and a writing blog while mainly using the writing blog is a little much. that's all. this will become a fic recs/art reblog blog
Ngl, been debating on moving over to @maidenkore as tumblr sees that as my main and this as a secondary 👀 lot of moving over. This one would stay up, maybe just to hold the works of fandoms I don't write for anymore. I'm not sure
Zayne knows you're going through a depressive episode. He can tell from your voice through the phone and your low-energy responses over text, having seen the patterns often enough to be able to recognize them.
He comes over without asking, without giving you any forewarning that would only serve to bring you anxiety. He just knocks three times, slotting his spare key into the lock without bothering to wait for a response. He knows you won't give one, not while you're like this.
He toes off his shoes at the door and begins to set up what he brought, knowing that you're likely still a lump under the covers in your bedroom. He doesn't mind the mess on the table, merely gathering it into a pile and setting it aside.
Once he's finished, he approaches your bedroom, knocking a couple of times on your door and waiting a few moments before opening it and walking inside the dark room.
He finds you right where he expected, curled up in a ball beneath your comforter. He cups your face, waiting patiently for you to meet his gaze. Eventually, you do. His heart aches at what he finds in your expression. He gently strokes your cheek with his thumb, sighing softly.
"My love," His voice is quieter than usual, filled with patience, like he knows what's likely to come. "I know you haven't eaten. I brought you something warm," he offers, a hint of pleading in his tone. "Could you come out and eat a bit for me?"
You whine a little in complaint, tucking your face against his palm. "Don't want to, s'cold,"
Zayne sighs, not out of frustration, but out of worry. "I know. It's cold because your body needs food." He reaches for a sweater of his at the bottom of the bed, then attempts to gently coax you into letting go of the covers. "Please, darling. I promise you will feel better after eating." The pure concern in his words brings you pause, and you concede, allowing him to pull them down.
He holds back a flinch at the reveal of bandages he doesn't recognize. His heart aches. He should have gotten here sooner.
Slipping his hand beneath your back, he pushes upwards gently, guiding you to sit up. He slips his sweater over your head and holds the sleeves while you worm your arms into them, and you obey almost mindlessly, your eyes focused on a spot in the distance.
But when he tries to guide you out of bed, you show resistance, stubbornly shaking your head no with teary eyes. He hesitates for a moment, then sighs, climbing onto your bed and sitting down beside you. He opens his arms, a wordless invitation, and you take it, leaning against his chest and hiding your face in his shirt.
"Take your time." He murmurs, pressing a kiss to your hair. "I'm not going anywhere."
You sniffle, pressing your face closer as Zayne helps you swing your legs over his, setting you sideways in his lap. He's quiet and patient, rubbing your back, his hand stroking in slow circles as you take your time to settle against him.
Your tears soak small spots onto his previously pristine collared shirt, now wrinkled by your tightly grasped hands and tainted by your tears. "S'never getting any better," you whine, hiccuping quietly as your hands begin to shake. "I keep waiting, and waiting, but I just, I can't-" You take in a shuddering breath, and Zayne's grip on you tightens just slightly. You don't want to look at his face.
"W-what if it's not worth it; if it just hurts and hurts and never stops hurting and then it's over." You grip onto his shirt tighter. "Why should I keep t-trying? What's the point if it's always gonna be bad?"
Zayne doesn't respond right away, taking his time to think through his words in order to convey his feelings the way he truly means them. He sighs, cupping your cheek in his palm and wiping away a stray tear with his thumb.
"Even if that is the case, and you never get better, and nothing ever changes…"
"You still have me, yes?"
Your breath hitches, and you look up at him, eyes still glistening and wet. His thumb softly traces over your cheekbone.
"You're no longer alone. You have my guarantee that I will stay by your side through everything. There is nothing you could do to make me leave you."
Your eyes spill over with a new wave of tears, and you pull your arms up higher on his back, holding him even closer. He reciprocates, adjusting your position so you're fully facing him, so he can hold your chest flush against his. His grasp is tight, possessive, protective, his lips pressed to your hair in a kiss as his hands hold you steady.
"I will be a constant in your life, for the rest of your life. You have my word." His voice is a bit raspy now, holding back his emotion in order to express his sentiment clearly. "Do you understand? You never have to face anything alone ever again. I'm here."
He gently shifts his hands to your shoulders and pulls you back from his chest, just enough to be able to meet your gaze. "You will always be able to return to my arms. You will always be my highest priority. I love you. Even if it never gets better, you can feel safe in the knowledge that I am here."
Your face crumples as you sob, and Zayne pulls you close again, allowing you to hide in his shirt as your body shudders against his. He shushes you softly, his hand returning to its soothing pattern of rubbing your back.
"Love you, Zayne," your words come out a bit choked, but he understands them nonetheless, pressing soft, fond kisses to your head.
"I love you, too. More than anything."
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You lie in his arms for a while, Zayne patiently holding you against him as your tears dry up. Once you're calm again, closer to a state of normalcy, he coaxes you to look up at him. "Hungry?" When you nod, he responds with a small smile, his features softening.
"I brought your favorite soup and some dessert." His smile widens just a bit as he sees you perk up. He wraps an arm beneath you and presses a stabilizing hand on the small of your back, picking you up with ease. "I'll make us some hot chocolate as well. You deserve to be pampered today, my darling."
And you are. After a hearty meal of comforting food, you take a long bath with Zayne as he washes your hair, and treats your wounds with incredible delicacy and care. You doze in and out of sleep as he dries your hair gently with a towel, then spreads salve across your injuries, wrapping them up in bandages with experienced hands. You curl up in his arms that night, safe, warm, and well cared for. Right where you belong.
100% a drabble being written on my phone. Needed some comfort while at work and decided to write my own.
Maybe even be OOC but Zayne x Reader. Depressive episode, mainly based off of how mine go.
Feeling a gentle touch against your cheek, your eyes blinked a few time as they try to gain clarity to view the man before you, a frown tugging on his lips.
"Darling?"
"I'm okay."
The reassurance fell from your lips naturally, not too fast, not too slow. A phase that left your lips so often in hopes of believing it yourself. You never do.
But everyone else around you always did, always.
Expect-
"You're not," Zayne commented softly, frown still evident on his lips. "What's going on?"
"Everything's fine."
It wasn't.
You've been forcing yourself to breath evenly for the past hour, tried willing your hands to stop their shake for the past hour too. Been so focused on that, you hadn't realized your eyes had lost focus themselves until Zayne appeared.
But he didn't need to worry about it.
He had other things to worry about - patients, reports, anything.
"Darling," was murmured softly, hands grasping yours together gently, cautiously, "...one of those days?"
Your bottom lip began to tremble at the soft spoken question.
Because, of course, he knew better. Not only was he a doctor, he was your partner, someone who had been around enough to know better.
"Come here."
Gentle hands let go of yours, reaching for you as the spot beside you dipped and you found yourself settling against his chest. One of his hands placed gently against your head as it guided you to rest your ear against his beating heart.
Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum thudded gently against your ear and your hands tightened around his shirt, eyes fluttering shut as you took a deep breath, his calming scent filling your nose.
"You don't have to pretend with me, darling," he murmured softly against the top of your head, one of his hands sliding over your back. "I got you."
Ngl, been debating on moving over to @maidenkore as tumblr sees that as my main and this as a secondary 👀 lot of moving over. This one would stay up, maybe just to hold the works of fandoms I don't write for anymore. I'm not sure
❀ | zayne catches feelings for the girl in the hall, but he'd rather die than admit anything (spoiler warning: that mindset changes quick!)
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When Zayne first saw you in the hall, he felt his heart completely stop. There was no medical explanation for what he felt, not even a scientific one.
You were gorgeous in his eyes. The light caught you in a way that made you seem mythical.
But as quick as that moment happened, it ended. His eyes fixated on you walking away, laughing at something your friend said as you did.
He vowed to himself that he would forget about it and move on. A simple lag in his regular schedule.
But he couldn't forget you.
And you just kept showing up throughout his days.
He remembered the day you were unfortunate enough to trip on your two feet and send your ice cream spiraling on the floor beneath you, a pout forming on your lips.
It had been vanilla. A classic, but often overshadowed by more extravagant options.
He made no move to help or offer to buy another one, and you didn't make any fuss about it, like you were used to it.
The guilt set in later that night, and he hated that he had acted like any other prestigious guy on that campus. Too blinded by their own intelligence to help others.
His friends even noticed something being off about him, noting that he'd been quieter than usual, if that was even possible.
"Dude, you look like you're trying to figure out the mysteries of the universe, and here I thought you were all focused on medical procedures and exams."
Yeah, that's what he thought, too. But you came along and shook his entire life, an unfamiliar feeling blooming in his chest.
It was like Asclepius and Aphrodite swapped who their main focus was in life, and Aphrodite found her new target to be him.
Today, though, while Zayne was sitting at his lunch table, he noticed you in an argument with a guy he assumed to be your boyfriend, tears building up in your eyes.
Your arms were hugged close to you, huffing at his words as if you couldn't believe what he was saying, your eyes darting around in embarrassment as he practically scolded you.
Even though the man's voice was low, Zayne was able to pick up the last of his words, focusing enough on them.
"We're done. And I want you to stop trying to hang out with me."
With that, he walked away, leaving you stunned and face red, tears begging to come and run freely down your cheeks.
Zayne knew you regularly sat at the same table with your boyfriend and his friends. Leaving you with no other table to sit since all the others were taken up.
Apart from his.
Fate had its cruel ways of toying with him.
You made your way to his table, head hung low and going straight to the farthest seat from the rest of his tablemates, immediately dropping your head, shoulders shaking.
Zayne's friends cast glances at you, leaning in and lowering their voices to one another.
"What's wrong with her?"
They weren't trying to be mean with their question, but it seemed a little insensitive, especially when Zayne noticed the way your ears pricked up at the sound of their voices.
Clenching his jaw, Zayne took a deep breath and exhaled before standing up from his seat, moving further down to the opposite side of your seat.
He bit the inside of his cheek, his gaze locked on the table, trying to think of some way to get you to stop crying, to look at him.
Letting out a breath, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled, blank sticky note. It would have to work.
Unclipping the pen from his shirt, he pressed the ink to the paper.
He didn't know if this was a good idea, if it would make a good impression on him, but everything he was experiencing was new to him.
So why not try something new, too?
He's used to girls flirting with him, trying to butter him up, and asking him out, but he's never used to the one interacting first. Never been the one to get feelings and feel the need to initiate something.
"You shouldn't be crying so much. Elevated heart rate stems from it, and we wouldn't want you having a heart attack at a lunch table, right?"
He slid the sticky note closer to your side, clearing his throat before looking off to the side, casting a side glance as his brows furrowed, wondering if it was the right thing to do.
You raised your head eventually, your eyes blurry and squinting from the sudden light rushing back into your vision. Sniffling, you looked up at Zayne, your eyes widening a fraction before your gaze drifted to the note.
Wiping your eyes with the back of your hand, you bit your lip, picking up the flimsy sticky note.
Zayne tried not to make it obvious he was waiting for your reaction, hoping for a laugh or even a smile, just anything but a negative reaction.
A small, watery smile broke out on your face, glancing up at Zayne before returning to the note, a quiet chuckle making it past your lips.
Zayne's gaze immediately snapped back to you, his ears growing red as he registered the chuckle, already remembering and storing it in his mind.
Swallowing back his unusual hesitance, he took a deep breath before leaning his elbows on the table, folding his arms.
"Are you… okay? If you'd feel comfortable talking about it."
Looking back up at him, in his eyes for the first time, a small smile grew on your features again, and he felt his heart stutter again.
That same feeling when he first saw you.
"Y-Yeah.. I'm fine now, thanks to you. Just.. dumb boys—ah!—not all are dumb, clearly, since you're here!"
You quickly stumbled over your words, a flush breaking out on your cheeks as you immediately broke eye contact with him, trying to look anywhere but him, as you had already made a fool out of yourself.
But instead of getting offended, Zayne let out a small chuckle of his own, reaching up and adjusting his glasses.
"No worries. I understand where you're coming from."
Looking back up at him, you noticed the softness in his eyes, a small smile on his face.
In the halls, he always seemed the picture of coldness, face set and neutral, almost every time you saw him.
Except for now? When he was talking to you?
Mentally shaking your head, you swatted that thought away. He was just trying to be friendly to a girl crying at his table.
That was all.
"Sorry for, you know- totally crashing your table's conversation."
You looked back at the other end of the table, noticing that they were currently locked in some type of debate.
Zayne didn't bother looking at them, his focus was completely on you.
Not a medical condition, or some study book.
Just you.
You both looked like you could say more, both wanted to say more, but Zayne stole a glance at his watch and noticed the time.
For being the most punctual man his friends know, he wished he could take this one time to be late. But he knew he couldn't.
Clearing his throat, he stood up from the table, his hands suddenly sweaty like he didn't know how to stop the conversation. And suddenly he was back to being an awkward kid in middle school, getting nervous whenever someone new tried talking to him.
"Well," He started, his voice uncharacteristically quiet, but he regained his composure and wiped his hands on his pants. "I hope you feel better soon, but I have a lecture starting."
You looked up, your eyes wide as you seemed almost shaken by his quick departure. You weren't sure when you were going to see him again, and he seemed like a nice guy.
You swallowed back your protests and smiled, nodding as you watched him stand, raising a hand to wave.
"Thank you for checking on me. I'll… I'll see you around?"
Zayne looked up at you one last time before nodding, raising his own hand in a gesture of parting.
He didn't want the moment to end. You actually ended up talking to him, even when he caught you while you were crying.
But he also knew he was going against his own promise. You were the first time he had ever had a confusing mix of emotions in him before.
The first time he ever let his focus stray from academic work and studies.
You were the first time he saw someone and felt something shift in his heart, an unfamiliar warmth spreading through him.
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