#zdj

[44arirang]

sunrise and sunset today

[skrzynka]

[deactivated-inloif]

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[bluewatersfairy]

Since your requests are open can you write about zabdiel working on new music late at night and you wake up because he’s not next to you so you go over to him being on his laptop and cuddle up to him 🥺 while he shows you what he’s working on

ahhh one of my favourite requests i've ever gotten 🥺🤍 (sorry it took 8 million years, school kicked my ass this year lol)

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The warmth of his body was still present on the cotton sheets beside you, his scent lingering, but Zabdiel had left you sleeping alone under dimmed indigo lights. It was more a comfort than a need to have him beside you whilst you slept, but you just couldn’t seem to relax enough that night without his arm wrapped around your centre. The red led lights on his alarm clock told you that it was late, long past 1am. He needed to come to bed, it was time to rest.

Slowly, you brought yourself out from under the warmth of the duvet and grabbed the muted throw blanket from the foot of his bed. It wasn’t much of a mystery where Zabdiel would be considering he was not in the room with you. The spare bedroom at the end of the hallway had been used for many things but recently, it had become a creative space. Many late nights had been spent inside those four walls with rhythmic bass lines and melodies filling the atmosphere.

Your socks shuffled over the carpeted floors and you lazily hummed to yourself a song that had itched its way into your dreams. Broken streams of icy violet burned through the cracks of the door, confirming your theory of Zabdiel’s whereabouts. You tapped against the wooden surface before nudging the door open.

Zabdiel was sitting in his office chair, his white hood up and his face focused on the monitor. He didn’t turn when he heard the door open, just quietly acknowledged your presence.

“Why are you awake nena?” his voice gave away his energy levels, lazy and raspy, though still laced with care.

“Missed you, Zabdi,” you confessed with a similar softness. You ambled across the room to be by his side. He hummed as he turned and his hand naturally raised to caress your back.

“It’s late bubs,” you pecked his lips as you spoke and he ushered you into his lap. His arms embraced you and your head tucked under his. “You need to improve your sleep schedule.”

“It’s the best part of my profession,” he chuckled, his lips skimming over your forehead, “besides, I work better at night.”

Carefully, he pulled his laptop closer to the edge of the desk and lifted the lid, exposing an extended version of what was displayed on the monitor above. The file’s title now stood out to you, butterflies v.03.

“Want to hear what I’ve got so far?”

You nodded your head in response, your arms snaking further around him so you could cuddle him just a little more. He pressed play and let his large hands fall to your thighs. He rubbed circles as a sweet guitar melody played from the speakers. You weren’t sure if it was your lack of sleep or just a natural reaction, but your eyes welled with tears.

His voice surrounded you in comfort as he began to sing on the track. His voice was relaxed, calm, and clear, much like the guitar chord that you guessed had been the origin of the track. He sang in a mix of spanish and english, something that made you smile just a little. Naturally, your head bopped to the percussion.

Dipping in and out of Spanish and English, you followed sleepily, certain phrases and words simply flowing through one ear and out the other. The bridge, however, caught your full attention and you felt a tingle run down your spine as your ears perked up.

“Safe to say you know that I’ll catch you when you fall,

Now I got you here, I’m giving you my all

Dangerously in love, I don’t ever wanna leave.

Let’s turn two years into forever,

We’ll make diamonds under pressure

And turn our pain into pleasure.”

A single, tired tear slipped down from the corner of your eye and you tilted your head back against his chest. He was watching you, much more interested in what your reaction was rather than the music itself.

“What do you think?” he asked as the track came to an end. He stroked his index finger over your forehead, brushing some hair out of your eye line.

“Zabdi,” your voice croaked as you moved so you could look at him properly. You pouted your lips and he chuckled, tucking your hair behind your ear just as an excuse to hold your face in his hand.

He grinned and leant closer, his lips pecking yours.

“I adore it,” you spoke quietly, “your voice, an-and all you’re saying-” you cut yourself as you shook your head. “It’s wonderful and maybe a little different to what you usually put together, but I love it. Truly.”

You kissed him, feeling another wave of adoration wash over you, drowning you in a love so strong your eyes couldn’t help but water. Zabdiel seemed amused by your open display of emotion, especially as a reaction to something he had pieced together with you in mind.

“Can I hear it again?” you asked as you sunk back into his chest, his arms tightly wrapped around you again. He simply hummed in reply and pressed play.

As you listened once again, your eyes closed and you tried your best to focus on the things he was singing. Instead of taking time to understand and analyse, you found yourself drifting off. When Zabdiel started humming, it was game over for you.

Time blurred but never once did the warm comforter leave your side again. The next time you opened your eyes, you were trapped in Zabdiel’s arms, under the duvet of your bed. The sound of chiming bells echoed from down the hall and brought your attention to the clock on your bedside table. It was the next morning, meaning you’d successfully brought Zabdiel back to bed and even better, had spent the night in his arms.

Rolling to face him, you smiled, feeling a flutter in your stomach. The best type of flutter, the one that feels like a swarm of butterflies; a kaleidoscope, is moving throughout your body. Your lips pressed against his forehead, a rare occurrence. He stirred slightly, but not enough to wake. Still encased in his arms, you began to scatter kisses over his exposed skin, eager to find where his phone was to stop the bells.

The kisses you placed over his face were unsuccessful, barely noticeable in his comfortable slumber. It was only when you moved to straddle his hips as you kissed down his neck did he start to stir, and even then, it was only in the slightest.

“What are you thinking?” Zabdiel grumbled with one hand rubbing at his eyes while the other grabbed at your waist.

“There’s no other way to wake you,” you answered before placing a gentle peck to his lips. He smiled up at you and his hand fell slightly lower. “And that I wanna have your last name.”

Before he had a chance to respond, or your cheeks burned enough, you pulled yourself off of him and went to find his singing phone. He laid there, unable to think clearly or react more than feeling giddy and a spiral of butterflies rushing over his body. He didn’t stop smiling until you reappeared in the bedroom doorway with his cellphone in hand.

“Wanna watch a movie?”

“Only if we can cuddle.”

[zavroczona]

Bycie czyjąś pierwszą miłością jest wspaniałe.

Ale bycie czyjąś ostatnią miłością jest ponad doskonałe.

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