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kykyonthemoon · 14 days

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Blue Ribbon

Distracted from his work by you, he decided to use your special blue ribbon for another purpose.

ಇ. Zayne x Female Reader/MC

ಇ. Tags: fluff, established relationship, MC being a baby, tied hands, soft bite

ಇ. Word count: ~1k4

ಇ. Requested by Ann.

ಇ. Masterlist

It initially started out as a date between you and Zayne.

You had planned ahead of time, opted for a light spring outfit, and wore a long blue ribbon in your hair with two tiny snowflake-shaped charms at both ends. You decided on it because it reminded you of Zayne.

You arrived at the hospital fifteen minutes before the scheduled date. Zayne was yet to leave his office. Yvonne informed you about an important meeting that Dr. Zayne needed to attend. You sat and waited outside his office for a while. Then, as if he knew you had arrived, he opened the door and welcomed you inside.

"Would that bother your work?" You inquired, and Zayne shook his head.

"Not a problem. The meeting has ended. There are only a few more things I need to take care of. Is it alright if you wait a little longer?"

You nodded. The office door closed behind him. For nearly the next hour, you obediently waited in the room. Feeling bored, you took out your phone to play with, wandered about the room, or sipped some tea. Zayne was still working intently on the computer as if you were not present. Sometimes, you could not help but feel a little sorry for yourself.

He failed to even glance at you, let alone praise you on how gentle your makeup was that day. Despite the fact that you were fully aware of Zayne's work ethic and the significance of his work, that afternoon was intended to be for you rather than the computer. The main reason you disagreed with it was that he lately had to work hard for several days in a row. You made him commit to spend time with you that afternoon. However, something unexpected occurred, causing his shift to be prolonged.

You felt both saddened and disappointed. You would sometimes approach him and poke him, as if to remind him that you still existed and that he needed to interact with you, even if only for a few minutes. His eyes remained fixed on the screen, his hands raced on the keyboard, and he spoke:

“Don't mess around. I'm almost done.”

Hearing that, you sighed again. When he stated he was almost done, it meant that his session lasted for nearly another hour. It was no longer dusk. You lamented your plan to go for an afternoon walk around Linkon City. But seeing him as a workaholic upset you so much. Finally, you decided that you would carry out your "scheme".

You got between him and the monitor. At first, you just stood there obstructing his view. Zayne gently drew you out of there when you took the opportunity to take his hand and sat on his lap. Zayne seemed astonished, but his intense concentration prevented him from saying anything further to you. He let you sit on his lap, arms wrapped around you, and resumed typing.

Anger swelled in your heart. Even though you had no idea how urgent his business was, you did not appreciate being left out on your own date. He made a promise to spend the afternoon with you, and if there was an emergency, he would certainly let you know and reschedule the date rather than keep you waiting like this. Apparently, he just loved to work overtime.

In Zayne's lap, your body started to move. You deliberately turned around to wrap both arms around Zayne's neck. Your whisper found its way to his ear:

“Doctor Zayne, you promised to spend the afternoon with me. But you don't pay attention to me even just for a minute."

"Be still." Zayne's voice remained courteous and full of patience. "I still have another urgent meeting—"

"No!" You interrupted him. “Your shift ended a few hours ago.”

You felt Zayne's breath on your forehead as he replied: "Good girl. Please wait a bit longer."

But you chose not to be good. You gave him a pout before pressing your body close to his chest. You seized him firmly and kept urging:

“Take a break! Take a break! Doctor Zayne!”

Zayne was literally an iceberg. He was unmoved by your whining. You grew so helpless that you nibbled hard on his ear.

“Hmmph!”

Perhaps that was Zayne's limit. His expression stiffened. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you off his lap. His other hand swiftly removed the blue ribbon from your head, forcing your already tidy hair to fall down.

You blinked with astonishment. You could only stand there and watch Zayne knot both of your hands with that ribbon. The knot was so tight that your wrists could not move at all. Zayne rose up, brought you down in his chair, and frowned.

"Stay there. I'm heading to the meeting hall and will be back later."

After finishing his speech, he picked up a file on the table and quickly walked out. After the door was closed, you sat still in disbelief of what had just transpired. It appeared like he had bound your hands using a surgeon's knot, which is widely used in surgery. This sort of knot required a lot of work to remove. You moved your hands around, just to make those minimal snowflake charms swing as if they were mocking you that Zayne had actually used his Evol to keep you in place.

You were speechless that Zayne would do that only to stop you from disturbing him. You were alone in his office, stunned and bitter. Perhaps you went too far when you bit him. You should have been more reasonable and waited for him to finish his work. You had waited for him longer than this before. Had you upset him? You were torn between sulking at him and apologizing first.

Zayne returned about a half hour later to undo the knot for you. He took you out to supper and then returned to your apartment. Throughout the ride, you spoke nothing to Zayne but a few quick responses as necessary. You still were not sure how to adequately express how you felt for him. What if he got mad and was ready to tie you up again?

But you were not expecting Zayne to grasp your hands as soon as you arrived home. He took a close look and massaged your wrists.

“Does it hurt a lot?”

He asked. You withdrew your hands again and turned away.

"No."

He could tell you were sulking by the tone of your speech. He pulled you back and embraced you from behind. It was his turn to explain:

"I'm really sorry. Today's work was so urgent that I could not postpone it until tomorrow. On another note, you may do whatever you want when it's just the two of us; but at work, it's not a smart idea. Since, if you continue to be naughty like that, I would…”

“What would you do, Doctor Zayne?” You were curious, and got the urge to tease him even more.

“I would be too distracted.”

"Alright. I'm sorry, too..." You smiled and spoke sweetly, yet there was a hint of huff in your voice. "But you didn't need to tie me up like that."

You struggled like a worm in his embrace. Zayne easily held you tightly with just one arm, the other hand stroked your hair.

"Alright. It is my fault. I should not have tied you up and left you at the office. I will compensate for you, okay?"

You remained silent while waiting for him to offer a good proposal.

"My entire day off tomorrow is dedicated to you."

"Hmm." You seemed less than satisfied. You turned around and gazed into Zayne's eyes. "I still want one more thing."

Zayne grinned, "Sure."

"You don't know what I'm going to ask for, and you've already agreed? Once you've said it, you can't take it back!"

He patted your head and reaffirmed: "I won't take it back."

You smiled as if you were plotting something, then pulled out your blue ribbon and lifted it in front of Zayne. It was time for him to feel the thrill of being tied with his own surgeon's knot. You requested:

"Show me how to tie that knot!"

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roll-of-royces · 2 months

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LOVING ZAYNE IS LIKE . long dinners, two many dessert options, wearing his coat, holding hands, little secret smiles, free popsicles, charity events, discussions about movies, fixing his tie, reading together, sudden health check-ups, making snow creatures, sharing drinks, late night hospital visits.

#l&ds #love and deepspace #lads #zayne love and deepspace #Doctor Zayne

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m00nprincessai · 2 months

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Zayne

~And it's like snow at the beach, weird but fuckin' beautiful. Flyin' in a dream, stars by the pocketful. You wanting me tonight feels impossible. But it's comin' down, no sound, it's all around~

[Any POV] - Boyfriend AU

You meet up with your childhood friend turned boyfriend Zayne in the park for a romantic stroll through Linkon city after a fresh snowfall.

Art Credit: Suzuki on Danbooru

As requested by Sakura♡ and also low-key for Crab and Nay since you both love him so much too♡

I've done Rafayel (best boy) and Zayne now. Should I do Xavier too?

♡I'd really love if if you left a review! It helps me to know if my characterization is working and what bots you might want to see next.♡

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letsgauxplay · 30 days

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Happy National Doctors Day to my fellow Doctor, Dr. Zayne! 😍😁

#nationaldoctorsday #doctor zayne #love and deepspace #l&ds #lnds #zayne

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rithty · 21 hours

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OHMYGODOHMYGOD WHAT

WHY DID MY HOME BURSTED IN LADS !?!?!??! CALEB WENT IN AND THRN KABOMMM 😭😭😭😭💀💀

#lads #love and deepspace zayne #zayne love and deepspace #love and deepspace #doctor zayne #dr zayne #love and deepspace crack

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softlycandescent · 1 month

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𝖣𝗈𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋'𝗌 𝖮𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋'𝗌

𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌: 𝖨𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄-𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖹𝖺𝗒𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍: 𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁𝗂𝖼 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗋𝗒, 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗑𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗒, 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍/𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿

“Sorry I’m late,” Iris mumbles, closing the door behind her with a soft click. She ran a nervous hand through her already messy hair before making eye contact with Zayne. Her honeyed eyes met his hazel ones and she couldn’t help but immediately look away.

Not just late at this point. Almost three hours late, which is impressive considering she usually was hardly five or ten minutes late. And in those instances Zayne would teasingly threaten to not take her. Yet, he always did.

“Had it been anyone else, I would’ve told you to reschedule,” Zayne said. Fatigue was laced in his voice. “Take a seat, love.”

As if she’d been pulled out of a daze, Iris hurriedly nods and stumbles to the chair across from him at the desk, she was definitely favoring one side.

Zayne simply shakes his head. “Not there, on the sofa.”

She didn’t understand the request, surely it would be far easier to look through piles of paperwork at his desk. With her sitting across from him, of course.

But regardless she sits on the couch, which is much more comfortable than the other chair. It’s plush against her back and momentarily makes her forget about all of the aches and pains she has. Just for a moment though.

That moment is gone in an instant, the temporary feeling of comfort and calm is replaced by a sharp pain so overwhelming she couldn’t even focus on where it was coming from. With a shaky and heavy exhale and bowed her head and tried to focus on something else.

Like how soft the couch was or how nice it smelled in here, or the warm hand on her back.

Wait what?

She lifted her head just slightly. Zayne was sitting beside her, tucking a particularly long strand of hair behind her ear with an unreadable expression.

“Zayne, are you mad at me?” Iris asks quietly, so quietly that if he wasn’t sitting next to her, she wasn't sure he would catch it. “I know I’m really late.”

“I’m not mad at you over that,” he says, his fingers trailing from her hair and to her shoulder. An action which was enough to make her jump, and not in the usual way it did. “Iris, where were you?”

“What?”

“You’re not usually this late,” Zayne’s touch became more firm and his voice was slightly more stern. “Your appointment was hours ago, you didn’t even let me know that you weren’t coming. That’s not like you.”

Iris sat up a little straighter, her hands winding in her shirt. It didn’t do much for the pain but she hoped she was doing a better job at hiding it. Though, she had gotten progressively worse at hiding things from him. Actually she never did too good a job to begin with.

Zayne trails his hand down her arm, his fingertips briefly brushing against her left side, it was enough to make her jump. It wasn’t the usual type of jumpiness she had when Zayne touched her, even now in their relationship. She immediately put her hands on his out of reflex with a sharp inhale. She was even starting to slowly curl in on herself.

“You’re hurt,” Zayne’s eyebrows were knit together as he glided his hand over that area in her side. Iris watched as a few realizations became apparent in his hazel eyes. Realizations she’s sure he would make her aware of quickly. But instead of scolding her, well at least right away, his voice turned gentler and softer. “What happened?”

Bruises and fresh scars wrapped up Iris’ arms like sleeves, it was apparent she’d been trying to protect herself when she’d gotten hurt. Her hands were even scratched up in the process. Though those injuries were sore and inconvenient, they would heal within a week probably. Or maybe just a little longer than that, given her inherent refusal to take sick-time.

It wasn’t the purple hued bruises or forming pink scars that littered amongst her freckles that Zayne was worried about. It was the deeper scar that climbed up Iris’ side, even just the most featherlight touch had her squeezing her eyes shut and gritting her teeth.

“Iris?” Zayne asked again, hovering his hand away from her and letting his other hand graze her cheek.

“S-Sorry,” She managed to croak out in between breaths. She was trying to steady herself, with deep breaths, just like he’d taught her before. But of course, that was under much less painful circumstances. “It was a mission, I made too many mistakes, way too many mistakes. Please Zayne…it hurts, I couldn’t even wrap it properly…”

Zayne met her eyes and noticed tears clung to her eyelashes, he wiped them away.

“Doctor Zayne, please…take the pain away..” Iris’ words come out meek and soft, her voice cracking.

Iris would have to have been a fool to think that she would have to even say the word please to get Zayne to help her. Before she’d even asked he was circling ideas in his head, what would be best to help her. He absolutely hated to see the woman he cherished more than anything in pain; whether it was a fatal injury from a wanderer or a scratch from a cat she was trying to pet.

Zayne caresses her cheekbone with his thumb, tucking some hair behind her ear in the process. His eyes have taken on a much softer hue than they did when she’d first come into his office. This time she absolutely didn’t want to look away.

“Where does it hurt?” Zayne asked tenderly, his voice laden with care and compassion, gentler than she would have imagined when she walked into his office today. “Your side? Or is it somewhere else too?”

WIth a stiff nod, Iris unbuttons her shirt and peels it away from the wound, which was proving to be difficult. With a shake of his head, Zayne catches her hands in his and moves her hands to rest in her lap.

All as if to say, you’ll hurt yourself, let me take care of you.

In a gentle yet swift motion he moves the shirt away from her torso revealing the messy wrappings underneath. It was obvious Iris must’ve been in a hurry, mere pieces of fabric were tied around her torso and not even tightly, it looked like a few pulls might be enough to unravel it.

Iris nods, willing him to continue.

She knew that Zayne would never hurt her but her hands trembled from nerves. She’s been taking care of her wounds for as long as she’s aspired to be a hunter, and she wasn’t careful by any means. They were frequent. But this one was bigger and someone else was looking after her, it was out of her hands.

“Be careful..don’t want it to hurt…”

Zayne disappears from her line of sight for a minute, enough for her to hover her hands in midair reaching for him. Something about this made her feel much more vulnerable, she wasn’t sure if she liked it. But, she trusted Zayne wholeheartedly with all sides of her.

When he came back he held her hands for a minute and placed an intimate kiss on the palm of her hand before sitting down with her again, this time, a metal box in his lap.

He kisses her palm again for good measure before reaching over and unraveling the haphazard bandages around her torso. As much as he loved being the one to take care of his beautiful reckless girlfriend, he really needed to teach her how to dress a wound. Though, today definitely wasn’t the day for it.

A few minutes later he’s wiping away the dried blood from around the injury, much to Iris’ discomfort. But Zayne had steady and patient hands, he was so sure to be careful with his most treasured patient. Everytime she whined or whimpered in pain, Zayne mumbled heartfelt apologies and soft caresses with his other hand.

A promise that it would be over soon.

And it was over pretty quickly, in the blink of an eye he was wrapping a fresh set of bandages around the injury. He was careful not to be too tight, but still firmer than she’d done herself. When he was done it was properly cleaned and rebandaged. “How’s that?”

“Better,” Iris moves her hand to touch the new bandages for a minute before trying to sit up more, testing the limits. She slumped back into the cushions. “It still hurts though.”

“Of course it does, silly,” Zayne runs his hand along the injured area for a moment before turning his attention back to Iris, who was pouting. “It takes time to heal, you should rest a little bit.”

“But, I have-”

“Iris,” Zayne sighs, his eyebrows knit together in a mix of worry and slight agitation. “You know, as your boyfriend, your lover, that I adore how hardworking you are. However, as your physician, I really wish you would start obeying your doctor’s orders.”

Iris fiddled with her thumbs in her lap anxiously for a minute, she knew she was in for another one of Zayne’s classic stern conversations. She’d grown very accustomed to them, after all of this time as his reckless patient, one way or another she kept finding herself with reasons to be on his couch. If not for the injuries today, she was sure he would be able to come up with another medical reason for her to take a break from work.

But how could she? She hates taking breaks, it’s unproductive, she feels like a burden and-

“Iris, darling,” Zayne moves from his spot next to her on the couch and kneels in front of her, his knees padding against the carpet. His hands grasp both of hers tenderly, his touch is chilly but it's soothing against her heated skin. “I don’t want anything to happen to you, or, god forbid something worse because you’re working like this.”

“Zayne…”

“No, listen to me, please,” Zayne lifts her hands to his own chest, which was beating slightly more rapidly. “See? Do you feel it? Do you feel just how worried you had me?”

Against her palm, Iris could hear the slightly more rapid beating of Zayne’s heart. Zayne, who always was steady and calm, slightly more frantic thanks to her. It pulled at her heartstrings to be reminded of the effect she has on him.

She already knew that she does have an effect on him. But it definitely wasn’t often that he reminded her.

“I’m sorry.” Iris wasn’t quite sure why she mumbled out a meek apology. Was it because she felt guilty for making him worry or was it because of how careless she’d been at work? Most likely a combination of both. “But I can’t just call in, they need me there and of course if I get a mission I can’t just-”

“The city will be okay if our beloved hunter takes her time to rest and recover,” Zayne whispers, leaning closer. His voice was warm, comforting. He wasn’t reprimanding her for not being careful, he wasn’t scolding her for being so reckless. She definitely deserved it. But he was gently easing her to take time off. For some reason it felt far easier to accept.

“I…” Iris looked into Zayne’s eyes and found herself caving far too easily. Usually she could put up more of a fight. However Zayne’s gentle suggestions combined with the burning pain in her side led her to a decision she had no intent on making. “I’ll take some time off, I’ll call my captain in the morning.”

“That was easy,” Zayne murmured. When Iris dipped her head their breaths mingled together. “I really thought you would’ve fought me on this, the beautiful reckless girl that you are.”

“I think I want to take a break from being reckless for a little while.”

“Just a little while.”

“Mhm..” Zayne leans in just a little closer. “Are you finally following doctors orders?”

“This time. Does this mean you’ll kiss me better?”

Zayne broke out into a smile and gently nuzzled his nose against hers. It drew a smile out of her, and then a string of giggles. Before she could ask him anything more, he pressed his lips gently to hers.

#love and deepspace oc #love and deep space zayne #zayne x oc #doctor zayne #iris.zayne

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lisharchivez · 3 days

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all possible outcomes of Chat with Zayne

Doctor's Orders [story]

Zayne starts the conversation

responses to options

Follow up options and responses

End of the Chat.

#zayne and mc #love and deep space zayne #doctor zayne #l&ds zayne #love and deepspace #doctor's orders

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ihavedeclaredwaronthemoonxx · 5 months

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god gives his toughest battles (obsessions with uk men) to his strongest soldiers (lesbian teenagers)

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lovelaughsimp · 16 hours

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I sent a carrot emoji to my friend and he was like why are you sending me a carrot and I said "Zayne hates carrot" and he was like "cause he's not a rabbit" and honestly this makes sense to me? 😭

#love and deepspace zayne #zayne love and deepspace #love and deepspace #doctor zayne #zayne #i love zayne #lads zayne #zayne x reader #dr zayne #zayne x oc #zayne x y/n #zayne x you #zayne x mc #doctor zayne imagines

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seraphiism · 3 months

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𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 ┊ 𝐛𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝

( i'm a fool, but i'll love you dear. )

chara : zayne fandom : love & deepspace quote cr : bill trader a/n : ive known this man for a few hours but Let Me Tell You ...... let me tell you .....

"so it appears you've failed to learn your lesson."

you'd probably be more annoyed-- scratch that, much more annoyed at zayne's words had you not been freezing and fighting for your life in this unexpected cold front. it's just like last time-- the cancelled concert date, the cruel rain that betrayed news of seemingly decent weather. you know the weather isn't foolproof-- the words, his words, specifically, will haunt you until the end of time, and they continue to do so in this moment. what is there to trust if you cannot trust the weather report? where is the hope in humanity if you cannot rely on such a thing? you're not being dramatic. you are simply suffering in the cold. that's all.

much to his amusement, zayne watches as you absentmindedly grumble to yourself, shoving your hands in your pockets in futile attempt to stay warm. you throw him a half-hearted glare, though his lack of reaction indicates that it fails to make any impact.

"in my defense," you start, not having one at all, "i, at the very least, tried to come prepared." you take a hand out of your pocket, gesturing dramatically to your beanie and coat. an attempt to stay warm, perhaps-- a sad one, really, especially when the temperatures are so excruciatingly low. then again, how were you supposed to know?

"a poor attempt." zayne responds, and you swear you see his lips curve just the smallest bit. "but one i'll acknowledge. maybe you'll take this as another lesson to realize--"

"-- that the weather is foolproof, yeah, yeah."

his smile grows a bit more as he takes a step, closes the distance between you as he removes his scarf. you pick up all too easily on his intentions, but before you can protest, he's leaning down, face only inches from yours as he gently wraps the scarf around you. it's a few moments of careful consideration as he adjusts it, hoping to conserve some of your body heat. once he's done, he pauses, gaze meeting yours.

he doesn't pull back-- just studies you carefully, expression thoughtful, gentle. you feel your face heat up, murmuring a small word of thanks as your fingers nervously mess with the fabric, pulling it just a little closer to you in means of distraction. he really doesn't mind the lack of space -- in fact, he finds it too amusing with the way you react, always so shy.

it's only when you shiver again that he realizes you truly are ill prepared for this weather. he lets out a soft chuckle, hands grabbing yours, resting them gently against his face. your eyes widen the slightest bit, but you don't move away, your touch gentle in the way they seek warmth from the contact.

"--what are you doing?"

"my gloves are too large for you." he answers nonchalantly, though his hands still rest over yours, thumb ghosting over your skin in quiet reverence. "so maybe my body temperature will suffice for now."

you swallow hard, realize that you are, in fact, getting a little warmer, but only because you're flustered by his affection. he doesn't need to know that, though. but before you can thank him, he speaks once more, and you notice the pure mirth that lingers in his eyes.

"actually," he says, smiling ever so faintly, "it seems like your own embarrassment will be the one to warm you."

you've decided that you're suddenly not thankful anymore.

"...please be quiet, zayne."

he hums in amusement, presses a kiss to your forehead.

"only if you promise that you'll learn your lesson this time."

"what am i gonna do? ask the weather myself if the forecast is accurate?"

another chuckle, then another kiss to your nose, then your lips.

"of course. how else would anyone do it?"

#love & deepspace #zayne x reader #love & deepspace x reader #li shen x reader #i would do anything . i would marry you doctor . kiss me #.: writing

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wolfofcelestia · 29 days

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MC hiding little notes in Zayne's pockets and work bag that say things like

You're cute :3

I like your smile („• ᴗ •„)

Your hugs are so warm (//ω//)

And MC finding an elaborately decorated envelope on her desk, her name in beautiful calligraphy on the front, and inside is a whole essay about how much she means to him

#love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #headcanons #z: sticks his hand in his doctor's coat pocket and finds “I like your butt” on a little piece of paper in front of a patient #Scenarios #❄️ dawnfrost reverie

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petiteneart · 3 months

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#Mister Doctor #i love u you're so cute #but please stop showing when i'm pulling for Rafa #thank you #love and deepspace #zayne #zayne love and deepspace #digital art #drawing

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roll-of-royces · 3 months

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L&DS Drabble (With AFAB Reader)

Content: Something terrible happens, it only makes sense that you would end up here at Zayne's door.

Rating: T for trauma

Spoilers: Chapter 4

Word Count: 1309

Your training tells you in some deeper part of your brain that you are in a state of shock. There's blood dripping down your fingers, and burns in your clothes. Caleb's necklace is in your hand, clenched tight around the gone warm metal.

People are giving you a wide berth, the ones that try to assist you, you only shrug off. You're not entirely sure where you're going, bloody and ruined until you see the door. Zayne.

This is where Zayne lives. You reach for the handle, it is a bio-imprinted lock instead of a key. It's likely keyed into his handprint. The door handle flashes green and slides open. Strange, it must have been left unlocked. That's not like him.

You step into the main living space, freezing at the entryway as you try to recall how to take off your shoes. Does it matter? Does anything matter? You're about to get blood all over the clean floorboards anyway.

Stumbling forward your toes catch on the raised entrance and you crash forward. You're brain is so slow. Too slow. You hit the ground hard, a rush of breath leaves you and you lay there the world spinning. Are you spinning?

You're not dying, you know that. There's not enough blood, and yet you feel like you're dying. Because the necklace is still in your grip and you can still see the fire, smell the ash, see the lone bloody remains of your grandmother's hand.

For a while, you drift in place, stuck in the loop of the explosion. You are there, on the front steps of your family home and then you are in Zayne's house. It loops like that for a long time and still, you don't sleep.

The door behind you opens, there's a pause and you hear Zayne exhale a breath that sounds terribly like your name. And then he's crouching over you, rolling you carefully onto your back. You meet his wide eyes and watch the terror in them fade to calm when he sees you blink.

"Where does it hurt?" He asks, but you don't need to tell him; he's already going through his paces, figuring out what is blood and what is burn damage.

He lets out another sharp breath before leaning back. Zayne moves to your side and then you're up, high up in the air. In his arms, in the sky. You're floating. You nuzzle your face into his labcoat, he still smells of the hospital.

There's the harsh scent of anti-septic and whatever other chemicals mix in the surgery room. It's nice, it's a better smell than the smoking remnants of your clothes and family. You're pressed down on something cold and with a shift of your head, woozy though it is, realize it's his dining room table.

"Am I dying, Doctor Zayne?" You ask, trying to sound light, trying to tease him like you love to do.

Instead of the dismissive playful huff of breath you're used to his body quivers. "No, but I need to examine you. Don't move."

You look up at the chandelier, his house is nice. You've never been inside before, but that doesn't surprise you. He's one of the best doctors in Linkon, he has to be well-paid for his contributions. There's a shuffle, the tap of glass onto his stone counter, and then Zayne is leaning over you again.

He's got his thousand meter doctor stare back, all cold and focused. You want to reach out and poke his nose. Instead, you whisper, "Caleb and grandma are dead."

Zayne flinches. "Did you receive these injuries when that happened?"

"They were in the house." You say as tears flood your vision. They burn your eyes before running down into your hair. "I was in the yard, I was going in. I was about to ... " A sob chokes out of you. "They're gone."

He's treating your hand, not the one with the necklace but the other. But you can see the way he grinds his teeth. It's not like he didn't know them, you all grew up together. Unlike you, Zayne doesn't fall apart, he keeps working. "How close were you to the explosion? Where were you in the yard?"

"I don't remember." You try to think, but you've been in the yard so many times. You've traveled up those steps a hundred times, every single day after school, walking with Caleb. Coming and going to see friends. The blast threw you back.

"Zayne." You don't even know why you're trying to get his attention, "It hurts."

He leans over you, one hand propped up by your head. "Where?"

"Everywhere. How can I do this without them?"

He leans in closer, looking at your eyes. He's searching for something. "You don't have a concussion. I know you are grieving ... but I need you to focus on what is in your control. I have to make sure - I need you to be alright. Tell me if this causes any discomfort?"

From there Zayne goes about examining every inch of you. He presses on your ribs, chest, knees. Zayne bends every finger and toe, all of it clinical and methodical. By the time he starts his double-checking, you're barely aware he's touching you.

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You wake up in a room you don't recognize. There are plush blankets bundled around you, it's dark, the moon is high. You can make out its glowing facade through the wide bay window. It takes a moment for you to recognize the shape of a figure outlined by the moon.

Zayne is awake, staring out the window. You can make out the whites of his eyes as he looks out at the dark. You're in his bed, in his bedroom. Now that you're somewhat aware of your surroundings, you're aware of how much you ache.

There's a glass of water by the bed; you reach for it and as you pick it up, it slips from your weak grasp and hits the floor with a thunk splashing water everywhere. He startles, before he's on his feet.

"I'm sorry." You frown at the puddle.

"It's alright." He steps into a bathroom and returns with a towel, tossing it down carelessly at the water. "I'll get more. Try not to move too much."

When he returns he holds the glass for you, helping you drink. Forcing you to not choke or drink too quickly. He sets the empty glass down on the end table. "You need more rest."

He stands, intending to leave; all you can do is reach out and grab his wrist. Your hand shakes with the attempt to hold onto him as tightly as you can. "Don't go."

Zayne nods, giving in, and loops back around until he is sliding into bed with you. This isn't exactly what you expected, but the comfort, his closeness is welcome. He sits on top of the blankets, back propped against the headboard.

His hair looks so dark in the low light, his jaw stern, nose sharp. Beautiful. He has always been beautiful. Should you tell him?

"Can I ... " You look up at him, shuffling closer. "Can I spend my holidays with you?"

The idea of being alone on the days that used to be filled with your family makes something ache inside you deeper than the wounds that coat your skin. There's a hopelessness to it.

His hand cards through your hair, normally you'd be shocked. You'd jump and stumble over your words and blush, but today you only sink deeper into his bed. "As many as you would like."

You close your eyes as he keeps running his fingers through your hair, when you're almost asleep he asks, "Why did you come here of all places?"

You don't bother to open your eyes when you reply, "I didn't know where else to go."

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