Astral Scribe

Pairing: Zayne x reader

Tagging: @coxxxmo @rachoka @oni-girx @mill-s @chandeliermichel @tulipsaisle

Warning: You're going for a checkup after a long time, what does Zayne have to say?

Going to the doctor for your regular check ups was something you were used to, but right now, it was something you dreaded. You haven't been to the doctor for a while because of all the missions you took so here you were, sitting nervously in front of the doctor's office with your reports in your hands. You knew that the reports didn't find anything bad, but knowing your Doctor who is also your boyfriend, you could only hope he'd go easy on you with his scolding. You watched a patient walking out of his office and stood up from your seat, saying your last silent prayer before entering his office.

As you entered, you watched him typing on his laptop, his glasses perfectly sitting on his nose and his usual stern expression. Your heart fluttered at his sight after not seeing him for a while but you snapped back when he glanced at you briefly. "Look who decided to show up." He uttered while keeping his gaze on his laptop. Even though his voice was calm, you could tell that he was anything but that. "And here I thought that this wasn't of importance to you." He continued when you didn't say anything. He looked up at you and held his hand out to take your reports. You silently handed them over and watched him. You weren't sure what to say or how to respond because he seemed awfully calm when you expected him to scold you. Instead he just silently looked over your report and signed them. "Go sit on the bed so I can examine you." He said and stood up, walking towards it. You did as told and sat on the bed, looking at him and smiling awkwardly, hoping that this could ease the awkward tension you felt. He only looked at you with his usual emotionless expression, putting on his stethoscope. "Take deep breaths." He instructed and put the stethoscope against your chest, listening to your heartbeat quietly. You examined his face, taking in all of his facial features, from his sharp eyes to his soft lips, his pale skin and sharp features. "Y/n?" He asked, making you snap back. You looked at him puzzled and asked, "sorry, what was that?" He sighed and put the stethoscope down and leaned his face closer to yours. "I asked if you felt anything unusual lately. Tiredness, fatigue or any sort of pain perhaps?" He asked again and kept his eyes locked with yours. You were caught off guard by the way he leaned closer to you. Taking a breath to calm yourself, you answered,  "No, not that I'd notice." You replied and looked back into his eyes. He stared at you quietly, making you wonder why when he leaned towards your ear. "Then what's making you so distracted?" He whispered, his breath hitting your ear, making you feel hot. You blushed and leaned back slightly to keep some distance. "Nothing." You replied and shifted a bit to sit more comfortably. Was he really not angry at you? You kept wondering but decided to just leave it at that, considering it a blessing. "Sorry, I was just thinking of something. But I'll focus now." You told him and shifted a little to sit comfortably. Zayne didn't say anything and nodded silently after a moment, putting on the stethoscope again. "Now, focus and take deep, slow breaths." He instructed and placed the drum against my chest again. You did as told and took a deep inhale.

You close your eyes in the process to help you stay focused. You continued to focus on your breathing when you felt soft lips against yours. Your breath hitched as you realized that Zayne kissed you and tried to pull away only for him to keep you in place by holding the back of your head. "What are you doing-?" You tried to ask but he didn't reply and pulled you back again. "Your heart is racing.." He  whispered in between the kiss and nipped at your lower lip, causing you to gasp which he took advantage of to deepen the kiss. As the kiss continued, you felt the drum pressing against your chest again. Zayne pulled away after a moment to let you catch your breath. You leaned against his chest, panting and blushing,  wondering and confused at the sudden behaviour he was displaying. He lets you lean against him, gently caressing your back to help you calm down. When you were calm enough, he let go of you and started writing something down. "What was that for?" You finally asked, your brows furrowed. He only shrugged but you could swear you saw him smirking before he turned around. "I was just measuring your heartbeat." He replied as he sat back in front of his desk, typing at his laptop. "Your heartbeat was unusually high. I suggest you come again for another checkup. " He continued as glanced at me over his glasses. "We wouldn't want any inconvenience again, do we?"

A/n: I love Zayne

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Pairing: Comfort Character x Reader

Tagging: @oni-girx @chevcore @coxxxmo @rachoka

Warnings: Angst (?) , a bit of comfort. Being in love when it's not meant to be.

I don't have the ability to watch the sunrise with you, so I'll use my dreams instead.

They say that dreams are a moment of time where time stays still. A moment in time where worlds mend together.

I sat with him down as we were watching the sunset together. His head was on my shoulders as he listened to my rambles about what happened all day. It felt nice, having someone listen to me so attentively. He would hum occasionally to let me know that he was listening. These moments with him always felt short and I wished to make them longer, but I cherished this time with him regardless. As the sun set, we both went quiet, it felt comfortable. ".. I really wish I could meet you." I whispered, feeling my heart grow heavy. "I mean I get to see you and talk to you and it's great, we can even hold each other, but sometimes I wish I could do it during the day too, and not just when I fall asleep and dream." I continued, feeling a sense of longing again. Because even if he felt like my other half, he only appeared when I closed my eyes, escaping the reality that I wished to forget, even if it was for a moment.

The first time I ever met him was in my dream, at the beginning I thought it was only a person my mind made up but I soon realised that wasn't the case when he would wonder why I'm in "his" dream. We would talk every night, in the beginning wondering why we're having the same dreams but eventually counting it as a way to meet. Strange dreams became nightly talks, and these became the thing I looked forward to the most. However, that was our only way to see each other. We tried to look for each other in real life but no matter how hard we tried, how hard I tried, we never met. Because even if we shared the same dream, we didn't share the same reality. It was hard to believe at first but the more we talked about ourselves, we realised that our lifestyles , our world...they were different.As if we weren't meant to meet. It hurts to know that I'll never be able to hold him, to go with him to all our favourite places. Experiencing lazy afternoons or late night walks, waking up to him in the morning or going out together. Feeling his skin against mine or breathing in his scent. All of these things were not meant for us.

He lifted his head and smiled at me understandingly, gently caressing my cheek. He kissed my forehead and let his lips linger there, giving me a sense of comfort. "I understand, my love." He whispered, his voice low yet clear so I can understand every word. "Believe me when I say that there's nothing more that I want than being able to wake up with you in my arms." He tried to comfort me but I only felt my tears swell in my eyes, dreading to fall. "I know how frustrated you must be, how lonely it must feel that we can't hold each other without the fear of waking up. Or the fear that one day we don't appear in our dreams... but we shouldn't let that stop us from making the most of it. We can talk to each other, have these dates, and hold each other. Even if we don't live in the same reality, we can still cherish these moments." He looked at me gently and wiped my tears. "Even if it's for a fleeting moment, I'm grateful for every second with you." He said and pulled me against his chest. I took in a deep, shaky breath, letting my tears fall. I knew that despite talking so calmly, he also felt disappointed. I felt it by the way he held me tightly, as if afraid that I'd disappear any moment. Oh, how I wished to hold him without my dreams accommodating on how I imagined him to feel like. We both silently embraced each other. How can life keep someone away that you love so dearly? Why make us meet when it's impossible for us to have a life together? It's so cruel. Being surrounded by so many people yet still feeling lonely, knowing that this void can never be filled.

I felt calmer after crying but remained in his arms. He was also silent, trying to sort out his feelings while stroking my hair. I lifted my head to look at him and caressed his cheek, letting him lean into my touch. It made my heart flutter despite our circumstances. "Say...do you think we'll ever meet?" I asked him calmly while stroking his cheek. It was more like a question to myself but I still wanted to hear his words, they felt encouraging. After all, if his touch wasn't real, his words were. He looked at me and gave me that smile I loved so much. "What do you think?" He asked me in return, as if he wanted to hear my answer as well. I couldn't help but smile hopefully in return. "... I think we will. If not in this life, maybe in another." I muttered and leaned down to kiss him softly, as if sealing our promise. That's right, we might not be able to be together in this life, but in one for sure. Even if it takes a hundred lives until I meet him, a life with him would be worth all the wait.

a/n: I FINALLY COMPLETED THIS IT WAS IN MY HEAD FOR SO LONG.

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they’re tiny, the length of the fabric spanning his two palms and a half. he’s thinking hard on this one—tan or pink? tan or pink… tan or pink.

the store is closing soon; the only free time he had was after work, now, half an hour before dinner. he should hurry so he can go home already—to his little girl and you.

he sighs, holding the jackets up again. tan or pink...

hm.

he makes his choice.

.

when he arrives home, crouching low as his little girl comes crashing into him—the shopping bag falls to his side, hands holding her close. you peek from the kitchen, smile warm and in love.

kento always makes it in time for dinner, no matter what.

after tickles and giggles and a big munching on her cheek, your little girl pulls her papa by his pinky, dragging him over to you.

you always give him a kiss on the cheek.

“welcome home, my love.” you whisper by his ear, setting the last bowl of food down on the dining table.

you spot the shopping bag by the foyer, sneaking him a look, “did some early gift shopping?”

he follows your eyes, picking up your little girl as he sets her down on her seat.

“bought some fleece jackets for her, before it gets too cold.”

your lips curl up, knowing you chose the right man; his foresight, the way he looks after you both—it makes your heart swell as you walk to pick up the shopping bag.

when you pry it open, you’re met with fuzzy bundles of tan and pink. you snort, “couldn’t pick?”

he flushes, cheeks turning the same shade as the fabric in front of you—he points to his suit, “she said she wanted to match with me.”

your mouth forms an ‘ah’, still smiling, “and the pink?”

“i thought it’d look cute on her.”

he turns to your little girl, grip tight on her silicon utensils as she stabs around her food. she’s almost on her way to full sentences now and it shouldn’t make him this sentimental, but it does.

he wants her to stay this tiny forever.

his little girl.

“what do you think, baby?” you hold up the pink jacket beside you, speaking to your daughter.

she giggles, silicon fork in hand as her bib bounces; her eyes, the same brown as her papa’s but shaped like yours, sparkles, “pwitty! pwitty on!”

“papa always has good taste doesn’t he?” you look at your husband fondly.

your little girl babbles, giggling.

and nanami doesn’t know what he did to deserve this—your little family, but if he has to buy every fleece jacket in the world to keep you both warm and toasty, he will.

he’ll even make you all matchy.

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