Zayne’s Dessert Addict

just here daydreaming about fictional men 26

[ilbenmalpensanteus]

I think that saying Naruto doesn’t understand love (like The Last appeared to suggest) is a bestial assumption that desecrates the entire plot of the original manga.

Another bullshit (but this could be simply me psychoanalysing the main character way too much) is Sakura being so shocked about Naruto comparison between Love and Ramen.

His definition is not “nosense” at all: for Naruto ramen is care, comfort, his favourite food ‘cause remembers him about Teuchi, who was one of the few people caring about his well-being during childhood. Ramen takes good memories and it’s his mother’s favourite food as well.

In Naruto’s mind, ramen is Home.

So I think is really cruel to underestimate this concept as stupid (but is not strange at all that is Sakura, the most insensitive character of the show, who tries to change his mind).

So, the fact that he has to “re-think” a new idea of love to understand his feelings for Hinata is hilarious. Despite the genjustu thing, this feeling seems totally artificial.

But ramen, obviously, is not the only reason. AT ALL.

I’ve disliked the film. And maybe the concepts that they had tried so hard to resemantize are the only things making sense in canon.

Naruto belongs with Sasuke, and this is not casualties and doesn’t need any resemantization. Never.

PS: English is not my native language AND I’m typing using a smaalll phone, so please don’t be a nazi-grammar. ✨

PPS: yes, resemantization is an actual word usually used in historical-semantic or anthropological field and semantic studies.

[itachussyuchihoe]

Didn’t know you were so flirty Dr Zayne

[velvetcrimsonkisses-deactivated]

SMAU- THE BOYS AND THEIR GAMES

(Gojo, Geto, Toji, Nanami, Choso)

Note: just games I think they'd play and how they'd play it :)

[itachussyuchihoe]

ISTG, Zayne is so cheesy-flirty sometimes that it catches me off guard, and I’m here for it. Also him using emojis is just too cute 🥺😭

[janntwink]

Rafayel Drying Mc hair 🥹🥰

Source

https://x.com/_kiyukyuu_/status/1764041561678250054?s=46&t=7JX75IcCDr3Lw2J23oGM7w

[dawnbreakersgaze]

The fact that Dr Zayne is saving people who want to live

And Dawnbreaker Zayne is mercy killing people who want to die

And both are obsessed/disturbed with each other across space and time

Really has me fucked up in a lot of ways and I'm not okay about any of this

[itachussyuchihoe]

I feel so sad when people judge Zayne too quickly and say that he is cold and distant. That literally couldn’t be further from the truth. He is so kind, caring and thoughtful and loves MC so much. Like, she is on his mind all the time, she is his whole world! All the moments they spent together, things that she gave him and her wellbeing, he cares so much! And the way he speaks so gently and softly 😩😩😩 it makes me wanna cry. He couldn’t be more perfect! Also, I really need to thank the people at Infold who thought it would be a great idea to add boyfriend ASMR to the game, best decision ever! 😭😩

[seharuuchan]

Love and Deepspace stuff

[dailymanners]

Always use "excuse me" if you have to get into someone else's personal space.

Someone at the store is standing in front of the shelf where there's a can you want to grab? Don't just reach into their personal space without warning, say "excuse me" or "pardon my reach" first so that they at least have a warning that someone is about to reach into their personal space, and most importantly, so that they have a chance to move before you get into their space.

Or if someone is standing on a walkway or in a doorway you need to get through, don't just silently shove past them or squeeze past them, say "excuse me" so that they have a warning that a someone is about to squeeze or shove into their personal space, and they have a chance to move out of the way before you do you.

People deserve a fair warning if someone is about to squeeze or shove or reach into their personal space. A lot of people are not okay with having someone, but especially a stranger, randomly shove or squeeze or reach into their personal space without warning. They also deserve a chance to move out of the way first for the sake of their comfort.

Try to avoid just staring at people who are in your way and expecting them to read your mind that you want them to move. Most people cannot, in fact, read minds, so having someone stand in front of them and stare at them often only leads to making them feel uncomfortable and frustrated.

But also more importantly, if you are standing somewhere someone needs to get to, and they say excuse me, you should move aside for them even if just temporarily, so they can avoid the discomfort of having to reach into your personal space or squeeze past you.

If someone is saying "excuse me" it's because they would like you to move because they don't want to have to get into your personal space, whether it's out of respect for you, or just because they themselves are not comfortable getting in your personal space.

All of this goes double for people with trauma and/or people who are neurodivergent. If someone has trauma related to abuse or assault they may find it more upsetting or possibly triggering to suddenly have someone shoving or reaching in their personal space without warning.

Or, many types of neurodivergence can make it especially disturbing and unpleasant to have someone else in your personal space, especially without warning.

You can never be 100% sure who is and isn't traumatized and/or neurodivergent, so always practice respecting other's personal space by giving them a fair warning with "excuse me" or "pardon my reach" before getting in their personal space, and moving aside when you hear those magic words. Or, even if someone isn't traumatized nor neurodivergent, it's still fair to not like someone in your personal space without warning and not being given the opportunity to move first.

[ickadori-deactivated20241107]

“You’re my boyfriend, Zayne, not my doctor.”

You huff as he shakes out a multivitamin gummy into the palm of his hand to join the rest of your pills that you had been forgetting —neglecting— to take.

“Is it not a boyfriend’s duty to look after his girlfriend’s health? If so, I have no problem ending this relationship to reinstate you as my patient.” His eyes slide over to meet yours, and you huff again, this time louder than the last, and thrust your hand out so he can drop the pills and gummies into it. “Smart choice.”

He slides you a prepared glass of water, the condensation leaving a wet streak across the counter, and he wipes it up with a paper towel. Your fingers close around the glass as you go to take the first pill, only for his voice to make you freeze.

“Have you eaten breakfast yet? Taking those on an empty stomach will make you nauseous.” He’s moving towards the pantry before you can even answer.

You blink at his back as your thumb idly rubs at the white pill. “It will? Hm…” Maybe that’s why you had felt violently ill every time you took your medicine - you were a chronic breakfast-skipper. “No, I haven’t eaten yet.”

“Does homemade pancakes, eggs, and sausages sound fine to you?” Your mouth waters at the thought, and your stomach voices its approval with a low growl. “I’ll take as a yes.” His voice is amused as he turns his head to look at you over his shoulder, and you shoot a bashful smile his way before placing your pills a bit to the side so they’re out of the way.

“Do you even have time to make all that? You have a surgery this afternoon, don’t you?” A sudden wave of guilt comes crashing over you, and your eyebrows pull together as you watch him grab all the ingredients. Zayne took care of people at work all day, and nearly everyday, and now here he was taking care of you in the small slot of time he had to relax before being thrust back into work, and all because you’re adverse to taking a few pills.

“There’s plenty of time left before I have to head in and start preparing. Don’t worry.” He assures, and you prop your chin up on your fist with a quiet sigh, knowing it’s no use trying to convince him of anything different.

He works quickly yet efficiently as he prepares everything, his gaze drifting over to you every so often. Soon enough, your apartment is filled with the scent of a delicious smelling breakfast and a plate filled with food is being placed down in front of you along with a fork.

Zayne props his forearms on the marble of the island you’re sat at and nods towards your food. “Eat.”

“A please would be nice.”

“A thank you would be nice.”

“A kiss would be nice.”

“Would it?” A smile tugs at his lips, and you nod with a hum as you pick up your fork. “I think so, too. Perhaps I’ll give you one once your plate is empty and those pills are gone.”

“Pinky promise?” You hold your pinky out to him, and he gives a soft shake of his hair, black hair swishing as he lets out a soft chuckle and twines his finger with yours.

“You’re such a child sometimes.”

“I keep you young.” You cut off a section of your pancakes and stuff it into your mouth, the sweet taste of the syrup coating your tastebuds and making you sigh. “An yawt.” You say around a mouthful of food, and he raises a brow as he moves your glass of water closer to you, but not before using his evol to make it ice cold.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full - you’ll choke.”

You swallow before speaking, fork already moving to gather another bite.

“So? You’re a doctor, you can just give me the heimlich.” It’s his turn to sigh.

“Just eat your food.”

[ventismacchiato]

XAVIER BOYFRIEND TEXTS AND TWEETS

xavier x gender neutral reader

established relationship, canon compliant

tw/ spoilers about xavier’s age ig? my fave joke is xavier doesn’t understand any slang

[albaydo]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[itachussyuchihoe]

😩😩😩😩

[izuwus]

zayne fluff that’s all i ask for !!!!!

-🎬

" 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 doing?" A heavy sigh tumbles from Zayne's lips before he pinches the bridge of his nose, nudging his glasses up in the process. "Don't think I haven't noticed you inching closer to me in the last ten minutes."

You give him your best impression of an innocent smile, but it does nothing to sway him and only prompts him to gaze at you over the rim of his glasses. He thumbs the edge of the book he's currently engrossed in, another medical book with terminology you wouldn't dare to try and pronounce, before releasing a heavy sigh.

"What is it?"

You scoot closer to him. "Why don't you ever take off your glasses?"

It's clear that your question catches him off guard, he shifts in his seat before setting the book aside. "That's not quite true, I take them off when I shower, when I sleep. There are also times throughout the day-"

"I meant around me."

Zayne falls quiet after your interruption and it's only then when he realizes he's been thumbing at the edge of the glasses and the frame of them. Your hand had wrapped itself around his much larger palm, ignoring the slight chill of his skin meeting yours. When his gaze flickers to yours there's question behind it, but also a reserved, tender softness that he only ever allows himself to reveal to you and no one else.

You hover, wait, take one slow breath after the other as your eyes search his, taking in the haziness behind them. It's almost comical — how you're able to reduce such a icy king to nothing but a puddle of warmth between your palms.

Tenderly you nudge the tip of the glasses off his nose, taking them by the rim and ever so slowly sliding them off your face. He blinks a few times as dark hair falls across his eyes, tickling thick lashes as he takes you in. How you ended up in his lap is beyond him, but that's the last of his worries, especially when you're drinking him in like he's the last thing on earth you're gonna get to witness.

"I..." The syllable lingers on your tongue as you tilt your head, squinting your eyes a little as your eyes dance across his features, taking in the slight bump of his nose bridge, his cupids bow, the slight downturn of his lips before they snap back up to his eyes. "I think you look handsome like this. Without the glasses."

Zayne brings a palm up to his jaw, rubbing it back and forth. "You do?"

You nod. "Don't I compliment you enough?" you tease, your smile only growing when you notice how he ducks his head away. His name tumbles from your lips in a feather light exhale which prompts him to turn his face back towards you.

Your expression softens into something far more delicate than before as you nudge closer. You hear him exhale, feel the slight tremble of his breath as you come to rest your forehead against his before he closes his eyes.

He feels one gentle kiss being placed right on his cupids bow. Then another on his nose. Kiss by kiss you decorate his faces with remnants of your lips, imprinting them on his skin as a memoir of your unspoken promise.

He relishes in the feeling, tucks it away somewhere deep in the roots of his heart, never to be forgotten. He allows this to go on for a few more moments before he caves, leaning forward to capture your lips with his. There's a smile on his own when he feels you melting into him, winding a strong arm around your waist to reel you in closer.

"I could get use to these compliments of yours," he murmurs against your lips.

You grin against his mouth, murmuring a soft, "Yeah?"

"Yeah..." he sighs. "Even more so if this is your method of giving them to me."

[izuwus]

๋࣭ ⭑ 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ?

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓, especially when it comes to a cute thing like yourself, seen one too many times bringing bento boxes and warm tea to a particular cardiac surgeon in the hospital.

Unlike you, Zayne isn't oblivious to these whispers that follow you down the hallways. You always seem to turn a blind eye at trivial things like this, perhaps it's why he fell so deeply and indescribably in love with you. You disregard minor details without a second thought where he often gets sucked into the minimal moments.

"Enjoy, baby," you coo softly, planting a lingering kiss to his cheek, one which prompts him to close his eyes in a stolen moment of peace as you settle the warm box of food in front of him. "Eat slowly. There's more than enough for you to enjoy."

He lets out a half hearted chuckle, which sounds much more like a snort, before grasping one of your hands, his lips grazing over your engagement ring. The delicate diamonds glitter beneath the rays of the sun peeking past his windows. "You always know how to take care of me, don't you?" He presses a kiss on your palm, lips ghosting the skin. "I will see you tonight. Don't get started with dinner without me. I'm looking forward to sharing a meal with you once things settle down here."

It's just past late noon, the cusp of the evening ready to roll around, when Zayne steps out of his office. His stomach is full with the warm, home cooked meal you had brought earlier and there's the faint smear of your lipstick still lingering on his cheek — a little detail he's yet to notice. Knowing he's in for another long shift he decides to head to the cafeteria to fix himself some tea.

This was a grave mistake, he soon realizes when he settles at the coffee counter, paying no mind to two nurses chattering away at the water station. Idle chatter was never something that piqued his interest, but the topic of their conversation swayed him.

"Have you seen her? She's got the cutest ass."

"Yeah, she's always prancing around in those thight little skirts when she's coming out of his office. I bet the two of them-"

Zayne hand clenches around a ceramic cup. Though his gaze remains turned down his voice is sharpened with a deadly edge to it as he addresses the two hospital workers with a poisonous tongue. "Pointless gossip of inappropriate nature should be avoided." His icy gaze drags over the two men, slow and purposeful, his eyes narrow and sharp. "Unless you'd like to be reported for misconduct or wasting valuable hospital resources. Which do you prefer?"

Both men pale at the sight of the chief surgeon, the one sputtering out a weak apology that only falls on deaf ears before he tosses his empty cup away. The other one scurries past Zayne and ducks his head at the sheer height of the doctor.

But he isn't ready to let the two of them off the hook yet and is quick to boom, "And next time avoid making any comments about my wife. Unless you want to find yourselves in a disciplinary hearing. Or worse. Is that understood?"

They both gulp, heads bowed. Each of them give him a feeble nod before they disappear into the hallway and Zayne sighs, looking down at his palm where ice crackles. It's spread halfway up his arm, he doesn't need to roll up his sleeves to know. For a moment he removes his glasses and exhales slow, deep breaths.

Then his fingers are fumbling for his phone in his pocket.

Your number rings twice before you answer.

"Hey, what's -"

"I've changed my mind. Cancel dinner. Wear something nice, I'm picking you up in an hour."

[cloudabserk]

stupid itachi doesn’t even understand that sneaking your boyfriend in and out of your bedroom window is the most romantic thing in the world…

[itachussyuchihoe]

UH- WHAT?!?! YES PLEASE! I mean if you want, it’s not like I’m totally not obsessing over you Dr Zayne.

[itachussyuchihoe]

YOU CANT KEEP DOING THIS TO ME 😩😩😩😩😩

[itachussyuchihoe]

UH- WHAT?!?!