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eydi-andrius · 3 months

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Orange Peel Theory (Love and Deepspace Characters x Reader)

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Synopsis: Where you tried the viral orange peel theory to your boyfriend

divider by @/cafekitsune

a/n: its been a while since I saw feedbacks and reblogs on my posts. I highly appreciate it if you could share your thoughts here. 🫶

❄️ Zayne ❄️

- The incredulous stare Zayne gave you after you asked him to peel you an orange is a bit insulting and…you admit kinda funny

- He is usually good at hiding his feelings on his face but it was so obvious that right at this moment he is thinking how weird you are and you're probably up to something. He’s just not sure if it's good or bad

- With that look, you have no choice but to give excuses, and one of it was you just got your nails done

- He frowned at that and insists on seeing your hands, not trusting your words, and you were so happy that you did actually went out and fix your nails at a nail salon as a reward to yourself

- After he saw your manicured nails, he gave out a troubled sigh, before he took the orange from your hand and started peeling

- You were so happy when he was finally done, but was surprised when he raise the orange out of your reach and grab a small plate and pick up the oranges and place it there neatly

- You watched as he raised his eyebrow when he saw you brimming with happiness as he set the saucer in your waiting hands

- He shook his head when he heard your chirp a thank you but you can see a hint of smile on his lips

“Did you hurt yourself? Show me your hands.”

🐚 Rafayel 🐚

- Rafayel scoffed, raised his eyebrow and asked what's your deal

- You tried your best not to laugh on the way he’s crossing legs and an obvious look of mistrust on his eyes. His sassiness is truly up there and you find it truly entertaining

- You were about to give an excuse when you heard him tuts and grab the orange from your hand, regardless of your reason

- However, while peeling, he will grumble and complain about you taking advantage of your boyfriend privileges

- You swallowed whatever mirth bubbling within you and you thanked him when he was finally done and was about to give back the newly peeled orange

- But, right in the middle of it, he stopped midair, pulled back the orange, pick it apart and said “aahh” asking you to open your mouth so he can feed you

- He probably saw your frown and gave meaningful smirk at your confusion

“Well, I wanted to take advantage of my girlfriend privileges too.”

🌟 Xavier 🌟

- You felt a bit bad when you noticed a little too late that Xavier had already dozed off on your couch when you asked him to sit down and wait for you

- While scrolling on your phone, you were so excited to do the viral orange peel theory on him but you’ve guessed you forgot how tiring his day must have been, since it's only been seconds when you asked him to stay so you can grab an orange in your kitchen but he is already fast asleep

- You were about to put the orange back and call it a day when you hear him mumble a soft “give me that” and you admit that startle you a bit

- You frown and stare at his sleeping form. Thinking you must have been tired yourself hearing a sleeping person talk, when he repeated himself again and although surprise, you gave him the orange, on his open palm that he raised

- Even with his eyes closed, he started peeling the orange little by the little, and he made you worried when his head tilted on the side, almost falling from sleepiness

- After perfectly peeling the orange, with no questions asked, and his mind already off to dreamland, you found yourself admiring Xavier and how lucky you are to have him

“Where is the orange?....I will peel it for you.”

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popponn · 3 months

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xavier falls asleep easily enough as he is, but whenever he has his head on your lap, your fingers combing through his hair—all he can do is just sigh and give in. closing his eyes, he knows better than to fight the temptation, especially within the comfort of your touch and pleasant weather. though admittedly, he will find any weather pleasant as long there is you, safe and close to his side. as he slowly drifts to sleep, he dully notes with a hum when you praise his hair. he will do his best to make sure he will also praise your features after he is awake. he could think of so many to say—your smile, your voice, your whole being. and maybe, he will also give a kiss on your forehead and lips too—he thinks before finally falling asleep.

zayne loves many parts of you, from the one that often surprises him most to the one that offers him a comforting mundanity. so, when you press your forehead to his and call his eyes beautiful, he knows himself enough to just accept your words in silence with a smile. a burst of adoration and more blossomed warmly, weighing his chest and dizzying his head instantly. he is tongue-tied, certainly, however, he too can't exactly find the words to tell you how much more beautiful yours are to him. or perhaps, he doubts there are any words to describe what he truly feels. though, for now, he will settle with a gentle squeeze from his hands to tell you as he presses back his forehead gently against yours.

rafayel gets flustered pretty easily sometimes. it is both adorable and funny, seeing the way his ears turn red as his usually chatty mouth closes with a pout-like expression. but, even this state he could never take his hands off you. you could keep kissing his face, neck, and chest—right over his beauty mark—while hugging him without a clear rhyme and reason, and like a true lovesick man he will let you. hands resting on your arm, stilled in his brand of rare shyness all while still clinging unto you out of his obvious fondness. of course, even if he does enjoy this, he will come back with a vengeance the moment he gathers himself.

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sofiahchan · 24 days

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How would Deepspace boys act when their wife (MC) is in labour? ( ͡° ʖ̯ ͡°)

— 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋

Rafayel was letting you hold his hand tight as he was sweating, he simply doesn't know what to do. He is nervous, offering you anything you want, even if it's a small piece of napkin or water. He would always give you a lot of praise while you gave birth. How come your journey together ends here, yet you have a new start? He feels so happy and so nervous right now in this moment that he will be a dad.

Rafayel knows only the basics of what childbirth is, he knows there's blood, but he never expected there to be too much blood or for it to take so long. He hates seeing you in agony or pain, and he hates it even more that he can't do anything to help what you are feeling except be there and let you squeeze his hand tight as much as you want.

Looking at you, he could notice how you’re panicking inside. He tried his best to comfort you, making sure you were comfortable and knowing how much he’s proud of you. He’s grateful to have you as his wife and now the mother of his child. When the sound of a baby crying can be heard, Rafayel can feel his eyes getting teary as he stares at his newborn baby. He can't stop praising how strong you are, he is fully overjoyed. He lets you hold the baby in your arms. Performing the skin-to-skin contact as he looks down on such a memorable sight. I was thinking how adorable it is that now he has a baby that is a mixture of you and him together in your arms. evidence of how you both love each other and are willing to raise a child together. Finally, he gives you a comforting kiss on your forehead while keeping an eye out for you and his new little sunshine.

— 𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄

Zayne knows what you need most during pregnancy. Heating pads, pillows, even your favorite food? You named it. He got everything prepared for you, ensuring that your pregnancy would go smoothly as he tried his best to help you out. Even if he’s busy, he always answers your texts and calls quickly, making permission letters to the higher-ups so he can take care of you without neglecting his work too. In your final moments, he would still ensure that you have all the stuff that’s needed. He offers you a glass of water with a straw and even a handkerchief to wipe your sweat. Giving you a gentle squeeze as he holds onto your hand.

In his free time, he tries to learn more about your pregnancy, including which month you will be able to identify its gender, in which month you will need more supplies, and about the last trimester of your pregnancy. He convinced himself that everything would go well, so he had to be ready to deal with whatever challenges might appear. This way, he would always reassure you that everything would go well for the baby and yourself.

Once he sees the baby inside the hospital bassinet, a warm smile appears on his face. He was pleased to see the blessings that are now given to both of you. A warm hand suddenly lingers on your head, and you can feel how he is caressing your hair. He gave you a soft kiss on your forehead as he looked down at you. Looking down at you and the baby inside the hospital bassinet next to her hospital bed, “How lucky I am to be blessed with such a strong wife,” he whispers as he holds onto one of your hands.

— 𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑

Xavier’s gentle nature shines through as he conceals his inner nervousness with a tender smile reflecting in his eyes. Not wanting his emotions to overshadow the moment, he soothingly murmurs words of encouragement not only to you but to the little life growing within your womb. With a caring touch, he delicately sweeps strands of your hair behind your ears, a gesture filled with affection and tenderness. Embracing you in a warm hug, he holds you close, his embrace a source of comfort and security as he endeavors to create an atmosphere of relaxation and ease for you.

He is struggling to avert his gaze from the unfolding scene, fully aware that the sight of blood could easily cause him to lose consciousness. Imagining a different scenario where you were not experiencing labor pains, this whole situation might have a hint of humor to it.

Seeing the tiny baby on his arms, Xavier held his tears as his fingers closed up to the baby's face, watching him pick it up. "He's so cute and lovely; you did a great job." You see Xavier smiling while hearing his praises for you and hoping the baby looks more like you. After going through all that, Xavier tries his best to cook for both you and the baby for the first time. He managed to make something edible and started to spoil you with his home-made food.

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gay-dorito-dust · 2 months

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How they’d react to you jokingly not wanting to hold their hand.

Rafayel:

Dramatic bastard.

He’s hurt that you’d dare not hold his hand.

Pouty mermaid man for the rest of the day, and when Thomas asks why he was being this way, Rafayel would dramatically say that you broke up with him.

Thomas -unaware of the situation- would text you and ask what the fuck Rafayel was on about, only for you to tell him that you wouldn’t hold his hand. 💀

Thomas: he told me you broke up with him…

You: …why am I not surprised.

Rafayel for : WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO MY EX THOMAS?! 🧜🏻‍♂️🧜🏻‍♂️

The other scenario is that he will forcibly hold your hand, intertwining your fingers so that you couldn’t pull away from him and stay like that for the entire day. Even if he has painting to finish he will try and do it one handed bc he’s extra like that.

You are currently in hand jail for a week according to Rafayel.

Xavier:

Is genuinely concerned and thinks that he might’ve done something/ something had happened recently to you.

Does not understand the concept of a joke sometimes.

Will sit you down and discuss the ‘issue’ only to to look dumbfounded when you tell him that no, nothing was wrong and that you’d gladly hold his hand anytime anyplace.

He looked like a confused puppy with its head tilted to the side when you tell him this. He is confused as to your reasoning for doing such a thing if you were more than okay with holding his hand in the first place.

‘Why did you pull your hand away from mine when I tried to hold your hand the first time?’

‘Xavier it’s a joke I swear-‘

He’ll get over it sooner or later.

Zayne:

Sees through the bullshit.

He knows this game very well as he’s probably overheard his colleges do this prank on their partners to gauge their reaction.

So the moment you do this with him, he will only raise his brow and casually mention that he knows what you’re trying to do.

He’s not as dramatic as raf nor takes it as serious as Xavier, but more of a neutral reaction. He knows you mean nothing by it if you don’t hold his hand and he’s not going to force you to hold his hand unless you wish to.

What a distinguished gentleman-

‘Is there a reason that you participated in this trend?’ He’d inquire.

‘Other than to see your reaction? No, not really.’ You’d reply.

‘Then if you’ve got your wanted result, may I hold your hand?’ Then asks, holding out his large hand to you.

‘I’ll never get one over you, will I?’ You asked as you placed your hand into his with a smile.

Zayne smiles softly. ‘I appreciate the attempts taken in trying, they’re very entertaining.’

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crimsonbubble · 3 months

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DOMINANT XAVIER i crave him

cw. nsfw, gn!reader, overstimulation, vague oral, praise *not proofread, just pure horny

[YIPPEE FIRST LADS FIC 🎉🎉]

NEEDY DOM XAVIER

Needy dom Xavier who can't stop himself from craving you

Needy dom Xavier who loves nothing more than to bury his head between your thighs

Needy dom Xavier who can't and wont stop kissing you

Needy dom Xavier who chases your lips after you pull away

Needy dom Xavier who always wants to be touching you

Needy dom Xavier who nearly cums once he's buried inside you

Needy dom Xavier who continues to push through his orgasm and yours

Needy dom Xavier who loves how you cling to him as the pleasure build and releases over and over

Needy dom Xavier who finds it too easy to move your body to his will

Needy dom Xavier who pins your hips down so he can drill into you

Needy dom Xavier who blurts out constant praises as he fucks you

Needy dom Xavier who praises you aggressively bc he loves you so much

Needy dom Xavier who can't stay away from you

Needy dom Xavier who craves your touch all the time

Needy dom Xavier who cant help but whine for you;

"Please let me touch you, baby."

"So fucking good for me, angel."

"Keep going, just like that."

"You're so fucking pretty."

"One more, just one more for me, yea?"

#bubbly speaks <3 #ash answers #bubbly writes <3 #love and deepspace smut #love and deepspace xavier #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace x you #xavier x reader #lads xavier #love and deepspace #love and deepspace x yn #love and deepspace imagines #love and deepspace drabbles

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togegiri · 3 months

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gender neutral reader. established relationship.

ZAYNE is the type of husband that sounds and acts like a nagging/worry wart kind off wife and you cannot change my opinion on this. Once you two are married he is all up on you like a moth to a flame. He would be constantly asking questions worriedly and checking your health, afterall you are his beloved, he would prioritize your health to the max.

Thus the reason why he was always so strict to you. How he would inspect your temperature if its okay early in the morning so subtilty via hugging you, cupping your cheeks, fixing your hair, etc. He also hates working overtime thats why he comes home always on time but if emergency calls it, he would stay a little longer informing you immediately. If he sees you asleep near the door even though he says to not wait for you since hes gonna be late at home he would furrow his brows, lips curling into a small pout as he stared at your sleeping form then uncurled his lips and let out a sigh.

Carrying your form as he puts you to bed. He could nag you once you woke up but for now, he shall admire the sleeping face of his lover. He also refuses to sleep far away from eachother if an argument broke out. While he does like some distance to cool off any anger that may be still there. Zayne wants you to near him when its bed time, to hold your hand at night as darkness covered the room. Loving the warmth you give on his cold hands as you pout at what argument you two started.

Thus he starts to sigh again and start to apologize and please you to not fight anymore making you do the same thing. Before you two were married he's the type of man who would put on a ring while your asleep. Once you have woken from your slumber you would notice a silver ring etched on your ring finger, the diamond gem sparkling as your both your eyes and mouth widened. Your face felt hot yet it was also filled with immense happiness that you immediately got out of bed. Ran towards him in the kitchen hugging him from behind which caught the man by surprise as he giggles at your excitement.

He's also half good and half bad at cooking. On some days he would create simple yet good dishes but once it comes to dishes that zayne has not known about and tried to cook it. It may end up undercooked (if he was being too cautious making it) and overcooked (if zayne was too paranoid if the dish was not cooked enough letting him overcook it accidentally.) nevertheless you always still eat it because in your words "my husbands food is always the best!" which in return makes the doctor blush immensely and have a motivation to be good at cooking for you.

#˃ᴗ˂ . . . signed by; ren #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace x gender neutral reader #love and deepspace fluff #love and deepspace imagines #zayne x reader #love and deepspace zayne #zayne x gender neutral reader #guys I'm in love...#I love it when fictional men have a phd

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miclipse · 2 months

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ worth the wait.

pairing: rafayel x fem! reader

sypnosis: rafayel hates waiting. but maybe, just maybe, some things are worth waiting for. even if it takes 800 years.

word count: 0.7k

cw: afab! reader, minor spoilers for rafayel's backstory, implications of abysswalker! rafayel, nicknames used (princess, silly girl, your highness), fluff

note: wrote this at 2am last night, might be a bit bad >< comments appreciated !!

all you felt right now was the cooling sensation of rafayel's hand pressed against your warm forehead.

a click of the tongue could be heard, the merman's normally relaxed expression now scrunched up in frustration.

oh, don't get him wrong. he wasn't mad at you; he never will be. he was mad at himself. how foolish he was to let you wait for him at your balcony for hours, even as the sun went to sleep and the moon rose up into the cloudy abyss.

it was never his intention to be late— rafayel always hated when others were late. however, this time was a little different. he had spent long hours in the sea, looking for the prettiest seashell or gemstone he wanted to gift to you.

afterall, a princess like yourself deserved an exquisite gift from her prince, did she not?

rafayel was young and ignorant at that time. he had underestimated how fast time flew by, and before he knew it, it was dark out when he emerged from the waters. panicked and guilty, he prayed that you hadn't spent your whole evening waiting upon his arrival.

the air was chilly at night, he used to nag at you often. he knew how easily you'd catch a cold from the night breeze. yet, the merman didn't find it the least bit surprising when he spotted you loyally sitting by your balcony, looking into the reflections of the ocean as you patiently awaited for his return.

"you silly girl." his chide was accompanied with a disappointed sigh. "i told you not to wait for me when it gets dark outside, did you forget my words?" he added, his index finger and thumb gently pinching your warm cheek.

you mumbled out a barely coherent response, the fever seemed to be messing with your senses. but rafayel was able to make out a faint 'i wanted to see you' amidst the rest of your nonsensical mumbles.

hearing your sweet answer made his heart sink with guilt. his sweet princess wanted to see him as soon as possible. you wanted for his vision to be filled with you and only you the moment he emerged from the waters. your loyalty and dedication also came with a pinch of possessiveness, something that rafayel knew all too well.

"imagine how the kingdom will react when they find out your highness caught a cold waiting for her merman of a lover." rafayel couldn't help but squeeze in a teasing remark or two even in a situation like this. he squeezed your cheek once again, gently.

you whined out a response, but rafayel just laughed and shook his head. "shh. i won't leave your side until you're all better. promise." his sweet whispers accompanied with the tips of his fingers combing through your hair were your lullaby for that night.

the last thing you saw that night was a blurry view of rafayel sitting by the edge of your bed, looking at something in the palm of his hand. “i'll give this to you once you're better.” the merman whispered to himself with a fond smile.

rafayel hated when people left him waiting. it left him with an anxious feeling. a sense of abandonment. and he couldn't help but wonder, was this what you felt 800 years ago, when you were waiting by the balcony for him? just imagining how your poor, fragile heart felt during those hours as the day turned to night made his heart ache tremendously.

perhaps karma finally struck him for making his poor princess wait outside alone 800 years ago, as he suffered a similar fate.

"you're late. i told you i hate it when people are late." rafayel frowned, his lips forming into a pout as he crossed his arms, turning away from you.

you only laughed and hugged his arm, standing on your tippy toes to give him a peck on his soft lips as repentance for your tardiness.

the merman only huffed. as you looked away from him, rafayel stole a quick glance at you from his peripheral vision. his gaze wandered to the seashell hanging around your neck.

rafayel hated when people left him waiting. but maybe, after finally being able to give his heart to you once again after 800 years, just maybe, the wait was all worthwhile.

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yuansie · 17 days

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a blessed bond, healed by the hands of the breaker

pairing. rafayel x fem! reader

synopsis. at one point, the love you harbored towards rafayel, so pure and beautiful, became tainted by the ink of hatred... that is what you like to believe

genres/aus. angst with a happy ending, reincarnation au (?)

warnings. crying, mentions of death

rating. sfw/pg-13 (bc of the death part?!)

wc. 2.7 k

part 1 here

a/n. ending could have been better but WHATEVAAA i will be turning this into a series saur 😈 stay tuned 😈

THERE IS A STARK CONTRAST BETWEEN YOU AND HER; it’s as clear as day and night. you, as the priestess in your first life, were someone of, somewhat, high power. you had to maintain a calm persona in front of everyone, never showing weakness nor fear. lemurians looked up to you, and you did not want to fail them. you are a lemurian, you serve their god and them. for them and your god, you would do anything. so you were always calm and benevolent, never turning a blind eye to the people. and behind closed doors, in front of the god of the tides’ eyes, would you let yourself become weak enough to share your worries with him. but that was the extent of what you showed to him. your purpose is to be there for him, not the other way.

perhaps that is why rafayel was so drawn to her in your first life. she was different: expressive in her ways and words, a curious and innocent soul. she had nothing to tie her down, yet you did. your duties as priestess tied you down and you could never explore your feelings—and those that you harbored towards him. feelings of love are forbidden, but if they are for rafayel then surely it was okay? you used to think long and hard about that, finally coming to the conclusion that your love is just that of a simple priestess that admires the one she serves. you didn’t love him as a person. but why did you try to return the sea witch to her original form? you knew what would become of you if you tricked her into making a potion that would return her to her original state, the one that rafayel fell in love with. and yet, you still tried because for the god of the tides, you would do anything for him. he is needed by the lemurians, and you may be too but not as much as he is.

in your next life as a normal lemurian, you became his neighbor. it was odd, being on equal footing as him… but it was so exciting at the same time. you were given a chance to explore who you are. you didn’t have the title of priestess holding you back anymore. so when you found rafayel blowing out your family’s sea lantern, you took the blame and waited for him to find you. and in the dead of night, he appeared at your window, looking apologetic. it was like an unspoken agreement after that, one where you were his… partner in crime, if you can even call it that. everything was perfect, things were perfect until he disappeared. you knew he went up: rafayel is a curious person whose intrigue can never be satiated. you swam up, and the sight you were met with was horrible. he was rid of all of his scales, crimson blood pouring from his chest as she held him. you cried.

it was a first. the feeling of tears, so foreign, surprised you but it didn’t match the shock you had felt when seeing rafayel die in front of your very eyes, singing his final words. was this unbearable pain something that rafayel felt when he watched you turn into sea foam? or was it akin to that pain he felt when he saw her turn into the sea witch? your heart felt heavy in your chest, aching and bleeding in pain. the man you love died.

it wasn’t your proudest moment… what happened afterwards. you wanted to end her because deep down, you knew she was the cause of everything, but you also knew that rafayel loved her. you wouldn’t harm her because it meant harming him and that was a thing that you could never do.

so you turned your back to them and sang. you sang as you faced the darkening sky, you sang as a storm hit and the waves crashed, taking you down and down. you sang until you no longer could, finally closing your eyes.

and then in your last life, you saw him again. you saw rafayel once more. it was in the desert this time, not in the waters as it had been previously. the ocean had dried up long ago and a part of you dried up along with it. you wanted to leave, to turn away from rafayel and go on your own. you didn’t want to be hurt again, you didn’t want to experience such pain tear your being apart. but rafayel, oh so loveable rafayel, melted your walls. he was still the same: guarded, speaking in ways that confused you yet you would never change that about him, still aloof once he warmed up to you. and you thought, you really thought, that this life would be different. that this life would be the one where he wouldn’t cross paths with her again. then he was kidnapped and when you found him, he didn’t want to restore the ocean.

that was the breaking point.

you were so mad. how could he betray his home? his people? maybe it was the remnants of the feelings you harbored in your life as a priestess, the love you felt for your home and the lemurians, that made you lash out at rafayel. you couldn’t wrap your head around it: the fact that rafayel still chose an ill fate over a promising and flourishing future. he sacrificed the lemurians that believed in him, he sacrificed your home and people. you cursed him and promised to never forgive him, disappearing afterwards. you never saw him after that and you don’t want to see him in this life.

sometimes you wonder if you should have made that promise with the ocean as a witness, maybe then your heart wouldn’t ache so much when thinking of rafayel on cold nights where ocean waves are still.

zayne has a soul that is just as broken as yours and you found comfort in him. an excellent friend and an even better listener. sometimes you feel bad that he just listens when you recount your memories to him, but he tells you that it’s fine.

“you know,” you pipe up, “i think you would have liked lemuria.”

zayne glances at you from the corner of his eye, his eyebrows slightly rising in surprise that quickly fades from his face, a stoic expression settling in once more. he looks back to the front as you both keep walking down the busy street.

“how so?” zayne asks just as you both leave an art exhibition you’ve been meaning to check out under the guise of work.

“well,” you clear your throat, grabbing onto the arm that he offers you before leading you across a street. “it was filled with many lemurians, obviously. there was a nice ambiance. some… human interaction would have been nice for you. you wouldn’t have been so lonely. though, that is just my personal opinion.”

zayne chuckles at your rambling that continues on. at some point, you both stop as the stop light flashes green, cars resuming their trek down the road and preventing you two from crossing.

“thank you for accompanying me, doctor.” you smile, looking at the scene in front of you. “you really didn’t have to come with me today.”

“it is quite alright, y/n.” he replies, remaining quiet for a few seconds before speaking again. “...you need company around this time of year anyways.”

and your heart aches at the mention of that because it is around this time that a lifetime ago that you said goodbye to rafayel.

you shake the melancholic mood off and instead playfully scoff and nudge the taller man. “zayne, there is no need to be formal with me. after all, aren’t we friends?”

before zayne can even reply, you hear her voice. it makes both you and zayne turn towards the sound and you feel your heart drop to the ground.

rafayel is here.

he is standing in front of you, alive and well. he is breathing the same air as you, walking on the same ground as you. he still looks the same as ever, but he carries a certain air of freedom with him. the sight of him like this morphs your initial shock into rage. how dare he? how dare he be like this after what he’s done?

you two are the last lemurians because of his selfishness to pursue something that was never blessed by the fates.

“oh! doctor zayne, what are you doing here?”

you take this chance to whisper into zayne’s ears that you’re leaving. you hold onto his arm as you leaned forwards on the tip of your toes, leaning back and smiling at him as he gave you a nod. with that, you take off, walking as quickly as you could. the tears that prickle the corner of your eyes makes you mad because you don’t want to cry over a man that never treasured what he had, a man that abandoned his responsibilities. your aching feet take you to the beach and your mind instantly calms down, shoulders relaxing. you kick your heels off and walk down the sands, eyes on the waters.

“y/n.”

your throat tightens, eyes widening as you spin around. rafayel stands not too far from you, seemingly keeping a distance from you so as to not alert you. he’s panting, his purple hair sticking to his head and chest rising and falling. you swallow the lump in your throat and turn your back to head, continuing your path down the beach.

“y/n, wait.”

the desperation in his voice makes you angry, so you quicken your pace. he continuously calls out your name, and each time you can hear his emotions in his pleas. at some point, you find yourself standing with your feet submerged into the water, rafayel still behind you. it’s then that you feel his hand wrap around your wrist and you try snatching it out of his hold.

“rafayel, let me go.” you enunciate each word with venom in your tone, eyebrows furrowed.

rafayel shakes his head and you notice that his hand trembles.

“i’m not letting go,” he mumbles, “how can i let you go after what happened?”

that makes you scoff and roll your eyes, “you didn’t have a problem letting me leave back then.”

he stays quiet and you finally snatch your wrist away from him. "i told you that i was never going to forgive you.”

“you don’t mean that,” he quickly adds, his blue-pink eyes blown wide. “you’re lying.”

“rafayel, i’ve hated you these past 800 years. do you really think i’m lying?”

“you’re bluffing!” rafayel takes a step forwards and you take one back.

“i am not.”

rafayel feels his stomach twist and churn, feels his heart getting squeezed when tears begin to flow down from your eyes. as you’re crying, he slowly realizes that you’re wearing a dress from long ago. to be specific, you’re wearing your dress from your days as his priestess, the one that has flowy, light blue material. your arms are bare and tainted with the same blue markings that he had.

he reaches for your hand again, and this time you let him grab it. you’ve given him this chance, just this chance for him to explain himself, prove himself worthy to you. he won’t let you down.

“i’m sorry.” he says, heart drumming loudly in his ears. the sound gets drowned out by the sound of your crying, the soft sobs that leave your lips. “i’m sorry, y/n.”

“are you?” you question him, blinking, “are you really sorry?”

“of course i am! i’m—”

“then what are you sorry for, hm?” he stays quiet as you ramble to him, “are you sorry for not heeding my advice when i was your priestess to not indulge in her? are you sorry for not listening to me and going to the surface when we were equals? are you sorry for sacrificing the lemurians and our home for her?” you let out a bitter laugh and look off to the side, “don’t you see, rafayel? everything you’ve done was because of her and for her, you’ll do anything. so no, you aren’t sorry.” the next words you mutter makes him want to hurl.

“i know you well enough to know that you aren’t truly sorry.”

he shakes his head, desperately grasping onto your hand and intertwining your fingers together and bringing it to his bare chest where you feel the rapid beating of his heart. you stare at him, confused. tears coat his lashes before they slowly roll down his flushed cheeks. you almost choke not only because he’s crying and he never cries, but also because of how he looks. the blue markings that are drawn onto his pale skin, the gold jewelry, his blue garbs—the god of the tides himself kneels before you.

you’re brought out of your head when rafayel’s lips brush gently over your skin, lips quivering almost as if he was afraid. and he is afraid. he’s afraid that if he leaves a bruising kiss to your hand that you’ll break and disappear. he doesn’t want you to disappear. he wants you to stay, to stay here with him.

“i’m sorry, y/n. i’m so sorry.” he whispers, keeping his head down, “i took you for granted. i don’t know—”

“yes you do, you know that it’s because you love her,” you say, “and i loved you—”

rafayel looks up, eyes wide. you loved him? you loved him? loved.

“—and that’s why i put up with it. because for you… for you, i would do anything. i turned into seafoam for you so that you wouldn’t, i died after i saw you sing your last words,” your voice cracks, “but the final straw was that you betrayed all of us. you betrayed me. how could you even do that?”

“it meant killing her and—”

“i know what it meant! i know what it meant…” you glower at him, lips pursed, “but i thought that you would see it then. how you and her are ill-fated. how does a love like that make you sacrifice everything on a silver platter?”

“i—”

“i hate you, rafayel.”

rafayel shakes his head, voice shaking, “d-don’t say that. please, please don’t s-say that.”

“i hate you,” you repeat, your sobs growing louder, “i hate you. i hate you so much.”

the purple-haired male mutters apologies against your skin and in between kisses.

“i hate you so much because i still love you,” your knees buckle and you fall into the sand. rafayel catches you easily and guides your face to the crook of his neck where you continue to cry and gasp for air in between your words. “i still… i still love you. do you know h-how terrible that feels? to love someone that betrays you and his people continuously? a-and i just… i don’t want to be hurt again.”

“oh…” rafayel now presses his lips to the side of your head, “my pretty pearl…” he pulls away just enough to grab your hand once more, this time his grip is firm as he hooks your pinkies together and then touches the pad of your thumb with his own, pressing a kiss to it and muttering, “i promise that i’ll dedicate the rest of my lives in showing you that i want to cherish you, that i won’t let you go now or ever, that… that i love you.”

“don’t make such a cruel promise,” you huff, “let me go, raf. don’t be selfish and…” you trail off, watching as a little, blue fish emerges from your joined hands, swimming into the air and disappearing shortly afterwards.

rafayel laughs, a sound so joyous that it makes your heart flutter. “see? even the ocean blesses this promise of mine to you.” he leans forwards and you stay frozen, your cheeks feeling abnormally warm when his lips land on them. “i will earn your trust and your love, my pearl.”

the oceans, ever so truthful, know that the god of the tides tells the truth. the oceans know that the promise you made eight hundred years ago was done out of spite, a promise that never held any worth. the oceans also know that the god had finally woken up, had finally realized that what he had been chasing was nothing but an illusion, something meant to take him away from who he is meant to be with.

and the oceans can now rejoice in the god of the tides finally realizing his love to the one he is meant to be with, then and now and forever.

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jqnehr · 3 months

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𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲

you and zayne enjoy a picnic together.

word count: 1.6k contains: fluff, crack, my shitty writing strikes again zayne x reader so!! with the poll voting zayne as the winner, I have presented you with the fic y'all wanted!! this idea came to me in the nick of time when I saw his memory of him peeling an apple. and, due to receiving a few asks about xavier, his fic will be uploaded today or sometime this week!!

“do you like your apples peeled?” zayne’s hazel-green eyes are obscured by his raven fringe. he’s already peeling the apple in his hand, relaxed against the picnic mat you’d both laid out upon the grass, basket beside him. today’s little date involved you coercing zayne into finally taking a day off, much to his reluctance. you made sure he’d dressed appropriately—in comfortable, warm casual clothes with a woollen cardigan to keep himself from the cold. not that he’d really feel it, anyway—his evol seems to boost his resilience to the somewhat chilly air. still, you’re making sure all precautions are taken.

“I do,” you respond, straightening from the picnic basket you were just rummaging through, looking for the paper cups you swear you packed. the 2 litre bottle of fizzy lemonade you’d picked up at the convenience store on the way here sits beside you, still chilled, and the sun is beginning to rise quite high in the sky, its rays becoming rather toasty. you’d long shed yourself of your sweater, now acting as a pillow to lie back on to look up at the sky. it’s a lovely day today, hardly a cloud overhead, the breeze soft and with a slight bite. “I packed the paper cups, right?” “I wouldn’t know.” as per usual, zayne never misses a chance to poke playfully at you with those toneless words of his. “you’re the one who forced me out of my car today just as I was entering the hospital. you practically kidnapped me.”

“you can file a report once you get back to your apartment, then,” you shoot back promptly, biting back a grin. “can’t blame you if you did—you look positively distressed right now. you’re just itching to head back and work yourself to death, aren’t you?”

zayne finishes peeling the apple and pulls out the small wooden cutting board you’d also packed for this very reason. he picks up a small knife and slices the apple into six pieces. “maybe I should file for a restraining order. that way, I’ll finally be able to work in peace, hm?”

“you’ll be able to die from overwork in peace, too, and then this world would have lost its best cardiac surgeon.” you reach for a piece of apple and munch on it, peering teasingly up at the man before you through your lashes. “and I’d have lost the love of my life. don’t you think that’s such an unfair trade?”

you catch the flicker of a wince—well, more like a cringe—flash across zayne’s face before it’s stone again. your grin widens at his brief reaction. he side-eyes you, fully aware of just what you’re up to. “for once, you’ve actually said something that makes sense. keep on eating that apple, there, [name]. an apple a day will keep you away.”

you smack his arm at his words, hand meeting solid muscle through his clothes, and he barely flinches. it’s not like you’d ever slap him very hard, anyway. “you’re an idiot. and you’re a cardiac surgeon. what’s me eating an apple going to do to keep me away from your services?”

his eyes narrow at your wording. “the saying, for your information, is actually true—eating apples in fact decreases the chances of heart disease. it also lowers your risk of high blood pressure. I’ll give you a bouquet of apples next time.”

“you seem to be in no rush to get away from nor get back to your office.” you pointedly avoid the slices of apple on his lap and reach over for the tiramisu and spoon you’d sneaked into the basket while he wasn’t looking. zayne eyes it—not with hunger, but with poorly hidden distaste. his expression doesn’t go unnoticed. “oh, zayne—it’s not like I have these kinds of desserts everyday. rid your mind of work and relax a little, alright? I’m young, and I’m not going to collapse from a heart attack from one bite.”

“the bad habits you’re forming now will accumulate up and will eventually transpire in your old age—”

you answer by shoving the spoonful of tiramisu into his mouth, cutting him off. zayne’s eyes widen, and he coughs a little when he unintentionally inhales the cocoa powder dusted atop the dessert in surprise. you choke back your laughter. “it’s nice, huh? want some more?” zayne shoots you a look that has you torn between excitement and intimidation. he slowly lifts a hand to wrap around yours that holds the spoon in his mouth. his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows the dessert and takes the utensil from his mouth, tongue flicking out to lick up what’s left of the cream at the corner of his mouth. it may seem like a perfectly normal action, but it’s making your imagination run wild. the bastard knows what he’s doing, but he still arches a ‘clueless’ eyebrow, eyes glinting with amusement. “what’s got you so silent now?” “ahem!” you quickly retreat, stabbing the spoon back into the tiramisu, taking a bite yourself, uncaring whether he also licked the spoon or not. indirect kiss, I guess? you cringe at your own thoughts. ew, don’t be weird. “anyways, moving on. there’s another container of this in there for you, if you want it.”

“no, thank you, I have a diet to keep to.”

you roll your eyes, pointing your spoon at him. “boy, you have a bigger sweet tooth than me. do you think I don’t see all those chocolates you sneak? I’m amazed you don’t have a head full of rotten teeth.”

“I just wish to keep my current body shape and weight.” zayne unclips the lid of a plastic container full of neatly sliced fruit, something he probably packed himself. he glances up at you without moving his head, through his long lashes. “a body shape you enjoy a little too much.”

you blush. “wh-whatever! there’s no harm in indulging yourself from time to time, you know?”

“like how you adore indulging yourself in me all the time?” “okay! I get it! I get your point.” your face is about to explode into flames. you go back to stabbing at your tiramisu, bested and smarting. you shift on the mat to sit with your legs at your side, leaning against the trunk of the tree beside you both, muttering to yourself, “it’s not as if you don’t like it either…”

“what was that?” he’d heard you loud and clear, but he enjoys watching you flush and squirm.

“nothing! nothing at all.” it’s like you’re a teenager again, innocent and oblivious and very prone to blushing. whenever zayne dresses and talks and looks at you like that, you feel like a victorian man seeing a woman’s ankles for the first time.

flustered silence from you and smug quietude from zayne is all that reigns for a few moments, the man watching the park’s distant bubbling fountain absently, popping a grape into his mouth occasionally. you two had picked a rather secluded space—far away from the sound of traffic and squealing children and frollicking dogs, underneath the shade of a tree, the area quiet and private. also, his sharp, handsome features are now rather well-known to the populace after that article on him being the top cardiac surgeon at asko hospital and in the world went viral. you found all the teenage girls going crazy over him in the comments rather amusing. now, you’re unfailing in teasing him about his fanclub whenever you get the chance. too bad zayne just doesn’t care. he hardly ever reacts to your jests.

your embarrassment eventually fades and soon you’re looking for something else to annoy him with. however, zayne seems to have sensed your plotting as he turns his head towards you, chin propped in his hand as his elbow leans against the side of his knee. “whatever you’re up to this time, I wouldn’t bother.”

you sniff indignantly, playing innocent. “you’re paranoid. I just wanted some grapes.”

he obliges, handing the container to you. “did you find the paper cups?”

“no. I think I forgot them.” you make to rummage through the picnic basket again. “there’s a can of sparkling water in here, if you want it.” you hold it up, reading the label. “lime-flavoured. I thought I got berry.”

“it’s alright.” zayne’s quiet voice holds no inflection of annoyance—or anything, really. as usual. “is it still cold?” condensation rolls down the can’s side, but it has heated to room temperature. “no. a shame. would you like it?” “here.” he holds out his hand for it, and you promptly comply. but instead of cracking it open, the ice-blue glow of his evol envelops the can. soon, he’s handing it back to you. “there you go. you look thirsty.”

“uh, thanks.” surprised, you listen and stare at the hiss and bubble of the sparkling water reacting to you opening the can. “are you sure you don’t want any? there’s another can in there, if you’d like it.”

zayne smiles at you. the rare sight always strips you of your breath. “that’s alright. here, eat the rest of this apple.” he places the small chopping board with the slices of apple on it upon your lap. he leans back and places his cheek upon his fist, watching you fondly. “it’s good for you.”

you throw one more smart comment his way. “if anyone’s giving me a heart attack here, it’s you, doc.”

it’s funny how he’s changed his tone now. “that means you get to keep seeing me.”

“aren’t you the one adamantly against heart problems?”

“not when it involves you sticking around.”

you grin. “so you won’t file for a restraining order?”

zayne chuckles. “I’ll drop off a basket of apples in front of your apartment every week instead.”

“and keep a bowl in your office?”

“and keep a bowl in my office.”

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choi-bamgyu · 2 months

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IDEA ALREADY do you do fake texts my pookie wookie crumble cookie with ICECREAM on top 😍😍😍💯💯💯‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥

Like random ahh texts with any of the love and deepspace rats 🔥🔥🔥

˗ˏˋRandom Texts w/Love And DeepSpaceˎˊ˗

♡Special Thanks Too: Dumbass, Love and Deepspace

♡Note: first post for this game!!!! Hopefully I get more requests I enjoy the story line and the characters

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popponn · 2 months

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xavier rarely wakes up before you. most of the time, you will find his eyes still closed with his arms clinging to you or around you one way or another. but, on the days when his blue eyes are the ones that greet you first thing in the morning, you will be greeted with a soft whispered ‘good morning’ spoken in his morning voice. these kinds of mornings will start slowly with a shared smile and quiet conversation about mundane, small things. it could be the cat he saw yesterday or that particularly funny part from his dream. then, it will end with his nose brushing against yours gently. sometimes it will lead to a kiss, sometimes he will simply stay there with your forehead against each other’s. sometimes, it will lead to long hours of cuddling and going back to sleep. it is after all that, he will finally start his day along with yours. though, of course, as an end note, even if he doesn’t wake up first, please do always let him begin his days with you. he will still be drowsy—like always—but in a very embarrassingly obvious manner that his expression can’t hide, he will be happy.

zayne seems to develop a habit of taking care of your clothing at some point. it is subtle enough, but it is undeniably there. he often crouches down to tie your shoes for you—without you asking, despite your protests. if you say he doesn’t have to, he will simply say that it is more effective or faster that way, or that he simply doesn’t see a reason not to. if you feel bad, you could return him by doing a favor anyway, he reasons. afterward, it will continue into him adjusting the scarf around your neck, tidying a crease on your collar, or zipping up your jacket right before the two of you go out. he too doesn’t shy from putting your lipstick or lip balm on for you. at some point, during a break day, you might find him sitting on the sofa, reading and watching tutorials about skincare or makeup. if you approach him, expect him to ask you to watch it along with him, though in through mister doctor fashion it might lead to journal and research about cosmetics that he will read to you.

rafayel loves your attention. and it shows—in a very annoying way that unfortunately has found its way to be adorable to your heart. he unabashedly wears a smug smile and keeps on mentioning how you couldn’t stay away from him whenever he spoons you. if you are the one spooning him, turns out he is not above acting like a spoiled brat who demands affection until he is sated. in a way, it is similar to having a puppy that is a fish and a lover at the same time. but beyond all his louder actions, there will always be a part of him that is softer in the way of a cozy rain and a warm blanket. it’s the part of him who will always listen to whatever you say and the part of him that will, will always have you as his ‘happy ending’ no matter what. the part of him that shows itself in the form of a smile full of yearning even when he cups your face with both of his hands. he has his secrets and his affection for you is not one of them. yet, despite everything, it still feels like he couldn’t quite manage to get all of it out for you. so, at least, when it is time for him to give you a glimpse into how much he holds you dear, do give him your undivided attention.

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sofiahchan · 2 months

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How would be a date with Love and Deepspace boys be like?

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋

The bright, warm sunlight of a summer day shines in the sky, while the smell of the salty ocean air fills the air. A picnic blanket is underneath the beach. Purple flowers were scattered across the blanket. Your favorite foods are all on the blanket, along with a bottle of wine and two glasses. Both of you are painting together on the beach.

You stare at Rafayel, and out of nowhere you have an idea, and then, taking the brush in your hand, you slowly paint red on Rafayel's nose. "Ha! Gotcha!” You laugh, smiling, seeing Rafayel staring at you in shock, not knowing what to say. Noticing the silence, you notice his ears turning red.

“Did you did that because you wanted to see my beauty with paint in my face, is it? You can stare at me my muse as much as you want." He takes your hand, bringing it close to his lips and kissing it. ”No one can compare to the work of art you are.”

Feeling your cheeks blush, you look away, sighing, "Should I remind you of the time we were on a boat then? That's truly a work of art!" All the affection that was on his face turned into a perplexed look as he blushed embarrassedly. “You wouldn't do that, right?”

"Hmm. What a shame I exactly painted that.” Hearing this, Rafayel tries to take the canvas from your hand, but you react before him taking the canvas fast in your hands, moving it, and starting to run away from him, laughing while he runs and catches you hugging you from behind. "Wait! Wait! I surrender! You won, just don't show it to anyone, okay?”

Showing the canvas to Rafayel, realizing that you painted the ocean and not him, he ends up sighing and stopping hugging you while his ears blush. "You're such a liar... As revenge I will tickle you!" He pushes you, falling on top of you on the picnic blanket, making tickles on you.

Your laughter fills the air. Suddenly, without warning, he leans and catches you off guard with a gentle kiss. A smile spreads across his face as he looks into your eyes and whispers, "I love you." You can't help but blush at his words. The sincerity in his voice and the tenderness of his touch make your heart swell with love. You find yourself gazing back into his eyes, unable to contain the feeling of adoration for this Rafayel. "I love you too." You smile as he leans in closer to you, your foreheads touching each other, he leans peppering all your face with kisses, eliciting giggles from you.

𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑

A pizza is on the table, as are a bottle and two glasses of coke, candles arranged in the shape of a heart, and flowers. You're both staring at the TV, ready to watch the movie.

“Is that on the TV screen a wanderer?" Xavier stares at the TV confused, and you can't stop yourself from laughing as he raises an eyebrow. “It's not that...?” Hearing his question, you slowly stop laughing but end up smiling.

“Xavier, this is a robot from the movie; it looks realistic, but it looks very interesting, right?” Xavier stares at the TV in silence and stares at you. "This movie is really interesting... A robot, huh?”

Xavier takes a piece of pizza and watches the movie in silence, and you do the same. As time passes, you hear a sound of crying, and looking at Xavier, you can see him crying. "Xavier, are you okay? What was it?" You decide to place your hand on his cheeks, wiping the tears from his face.

Xavier stares at you "The story is so sad... Why did the robot have to sacrifice himself? Even though he's a robot he has feelings, sorry it seems like I got carried away…” He puts his head on your shoulder while you pat his head.

He leans into the touch and looks at you. “Are you feeling better now?” He nods, and you pick up the remote control, pressing play as the movie continues now. You and Xavier discuss the movie as you watch, and he slowly places his hand over yours, intertwining your fingers together as he stares at you, and then you feel your face turn a little red.

"I love you." You blink in surprise at the sudden confession, making you blush, and then you smile, "I love you too, Xavier." You kiss him on the cheek, and he chuckles embarrassed as he He slowly falls asleep with his head on your shoulder. As the night falls and the songbirds die out, It feels like there’s only us two in this world. Under the roof, just two of us become one, entangled together, loving each other, and before you know it, you're with your head on top of him as you both sleep.

𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄

You have blue flowers by your side as you both eat at the restaurant, talking, but then Zayne stares at you, and only his eyebrows go a little. "Why aren't you touching the broccoli...? Don't you like broccoli?” You look at Zayne and then give a nervous smile. "Well, I don't like broccoli.” Before you could make an excuse, you felt him sighing, "Please eat, broccoli will do you good. They are good for your health.”

You see Zayne pick up a broccoli fork and place it in front of your mouth. "Let's just have a bite, okay? Please?" You feel yourself blushing with embarrassment at the act, and slowly opening your mouth, eating the broccoli makes you grimace.

Seeing this, Zayne decides to take some pasta on his fork and puts it in front of your mouth, and you slowly eat it, blushing. "That's a little embarrassing.” Hearing this, he glares at you and says, "Why would that be embarrassing? You don't like broccoli?”

You laugh "Well, it's true, but you suddenly started feeding me and taking care of me. I think it made me nervous. I wouldn't have imagined you would be that affectionate, Zayne.” Zayne looks away as his eyebrows furrow. "Do I really not look that affectionate?”

You nod, eating some pasta and smiling at Zayne. "You always seem serious; I would never imagine that about you, it's kind of cute. Now I hope it's my turn to make this for you." You wrap the pasta around your fork and slowly put it near his mouth, and Zayne looks at you a little surprised, and then he sighs.

You end up noticing that the carrots on Zayne's plate are untouched, and so you say, "Zayne, you haven't touched the carrot yet. Do you happen to not like carrots?" You smile seeing Zayne freeze, and then placing a piece of carrot on your fork, you place it in front of his mouth. "Come on, eat some hm?" Zayne stares at the carrot in silence and hesitantly eats it, frowning a little.

Slowly, he tilts his head and bites the pasta on his fork, letting you feed him again, and it's almost not noticeable. He blushes a little, but his cheeks return to normal easily. "So what does it taste like?" He leans back into the chair. "Good..." Hearing him whisper you smile at Zayne and say, "I love you." He looks at you, and for a moment, his lips curve upward, saying, "I love you too.” This is how your date with Zayne continues at the restaurant, and talking about various topics.

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Rafayel is the type to claim that you’re the clingy one out of the pair of you, despite the fact that he’s the one who’s holding onto your hand, he was holding your hand so tightly in fact that you were afraid you might loose all feeling in it if he didn’t let up anytime soon.

And even when you do leave, Rafayel is automatically on the phone to you, sending text messages, FaceTime calls and so on until it was well past midnight and you were in desperate need of some sleep; But even then Rafayel is on the other end and holding his phone close to his chest as though he were holding you instead as he drifts off, hop in that one day his dream to have you across from him and spend your mornings, evenings and nights with him to come true one day.

He wishes he had the confidence and courage to ask you to move in with him but until then, he can only dream of what mundane domestic lifestyle you two would chose to have together in his dreams.

Rafayel is the type to search for aspects of yourself in everything he sees, in everywhere he goes, in everything that he touches. Everything reminded him of you in some shape or form, whether that be in a recent memory you shared together, or in something that you mentioned or did previously before meeting him; Even in his paintings there were aspects of you that he’s integrated into his artwork without realising until the finish product, so much so that he might as well have painted a portrait of you because that’s how much of the painting reminded Rafayel of you.

He’ll want to immortalise you in some abstract but beautiful way that would leave anyone breathless upon seeing it. This would be one of the paintings that he would never dare put up for auction, never. For this was his magnum opus and he would never allow for it to be hung up and have its origins forgotten in the hallway of some snobbish, rich aristocrat, who had no use for it other then as a decorative piece.

It’s his and his alone that he’d keep safe elsewhere and look at it when he needed to feel you near when you were psychically needed elsewhere.

Zayne may never and will never tell you he likes/loves you but that doesn’t mean he won’t have signs that were obvious that he cares for you deeply.

Especially when he’s putting a stop to your excessive usage of coffee and energy drinks by making you substitute it for water or when he’s making sure you eat proper meals and helping you develop a better sleep schedule that better suited you and your lifestyle.

He’s doing small things for you like;

Making sure you walk on the inside of the curb and away from traffic

Tying your shoelaces when he noticed that they’ve started to become undone during your walk.

Placing your keys in more obvious places because he know that you’ll forget where you last put them or keep ahold of them himself as your getting ready for your outing before silently holding them out towards you when you begin to look for them.

Helping with the cleaning because he knows that you don’t have the mental energy to bring yourself to do so yourself, something that he’ll never shame you for as he’d rather you have a healthy mental state rather then a destructive one.

Making your bed in the mornings.

Having your medication on hand should you need it and acting as your personal reminder to take them when it reaches a certain time.

Zipping up your coat, adjusting your scarf and gloves so that he knew that you’d be kept warm from the cold.

Making you a drink in the morning followed by a well balanced breakfast in bed, followed by a cheeky sweet treat.

Zayne may never answer will never tell you he likes/loves you but he can only hope that his actions were enough to show that, that they spoke loud enough, but then again he highly doubts it being a possibility.

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