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zayne still has your name written down in his calendar for a routine checkup next tuesday, but he’s already holding your hand for the last time.
the emergency room is a blur of bright lights and shouting nurses, but everything goes perfectly silent the moment he reaches the gurney. your hunter’s uniform is torn, stained with a deep crimson. you took a fatal blow protecting your team during the cleanup and the damage was down before the ambulance doors even flew open.
zayne’s white coat is ruined, stained with your blood. his fingers are pressing down firmly against your chest, his knuckles white from the pressure.
“stay with me,” he says. his voice isn’t the calm, cool one the hospital is used to. it’s low, rough and trembling. “keep your eyes on me.”
“z-zayne.....” you whisper, voice barely louder than a breath. you slowly lift your hand, fingers shaking as you reach for his face. “it’s okay... you don’t.... you don’t have to f-fix it.”
“be quiet,” he commands softly, but his voice completely breaks on the words.
zayne catches your fingers mid air, bringing them up to his chest. his hands are usually cold but right now, your skin shedding its warmth so fast makes him feel like the warm one. “save your energy. i am not letting you close your eyes.”
“i’m just so tired,” you mumble, vision blurring as the bright ceiling lights begin to fade into darkness. “it dosen’t hurt anymore....j-just really dark.”
“look at me, please,” zayne shouts, his composure shattering. he leans down close, forehead almost touching yours, his breath hitched. he uses his free hand to cup your pale cheek, his thumb desperately wiping away the blood near your mouth. “don’t you dare close your eyes. you....you can’t, don’t leave me. stay right here.”
you wish you could stay. you wish you could stay with your zayne. but it seems death is pulling you towards its side. you try to give him one last, faint smile, fingers weakly squeezing his.
“zayne..” you breathe, using every last ounce of strength left. “i l-love you, okay?”
zayne’s heart stops. no no no. he will not lose you. he will not survive in a world where you don’t exist. where he can’t hear your sweet voice. where he can’t lay next to you. a world where he fails to save you.
“no, don’t say that. you are going to be okay.”
“say it back,” you whisper, voice slipping away as the darkness closes in. “p-please..? i want to hear it one last time.”
a look of pure agonizing panic washes over his face. “i love you. i love you so much. so stay with me, keep your eyes open–”
but your hand goes completely limp in his, your head rolling slightly to the side. beside the bed, the heart monitor lets out a long, flat, agonizing scream.
beeeeeeeeeeep.
“get back!” zayne screams at the rushing nurses, his voice cracking.
he locks his fingers onto your chest and begins CPR, forcing his weight into every compression with a terrifying, rhythmic desperation. he is a surgeon who knows exactly how much pressure a human body can take, but right now, he’s fighting a losing war against death itself.
“come back,” he whispers, his voice thickj and raw. sweat drips down his temples, his shoulders tensing as he tries to force your heart to remember how to beat. “breathe for me. i can fix this. i can’t survive without you. please.”
the monitor stays flat.
“doctor zayne... stop. it’s over,” yvonne whispers softly, reaching out to touch his shoulder. “let her go.”
zayne’s arms slowly lose their strength, locking in place above your chest. his fingers stay pressed against your skin, shivering from pure grief.
he doesn’t yell. he doesn’t smash the equipment. he just slowly collapses forward, burying his face into the hollow of your neck. his shoulders shake violently as he lets out a silent, broken sob against your skin.
zayne was a brilliant surgeon, but for the first time, his hands feel completely useless.
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you should’ve known it would come to this, really.
the comforter, previously dumped unceremoniously on the floor from prior activities, now acts as a makeshift bed when xavier hikes one leg of yours over his shoulder. his silver hair lays a bit matted across his forehead, still warm from the shower you two took, but the hunger in his eyes is all the same—dark, prevalent, and ever growing.
“my hair is still wet…!” you try to complain, though it trails off into a small squeak when you feel the press of xavier’s blunt cock against your entrance. “xavie, we just—hnng, we just cleaned up.”
as you say this, your boyfriend only rocks his hips deeper, causing a soft moan to fall from your lips. your cunt weeps, still sore from the past few rounds, but yet graciously welcomes him home all the same.
xavier, to his credit, does pause when considering the situation you two are in: on the carpet of his room, his rock-hard dick partially in you, the bedsheets a soaked-through mess…
he blinks once. twice.
“we can always clean up again,” comes his soft yet firm decision.
then he’s pushing all the way in, stretching your gummy walls until the only think you can think of is how deliciously full you feel. your lips part in a whiny moan, one that xavier responds to by grabbing your other leg and hoisting it up onto his other shoulder.
“f-fuck, starlight,” xavier pants, head dipping lower as he loses control. “feels s’good, i just can’t get enough of you—please. please cum f’me again, haaah!”
you, meanwhile, are now scrambling for purchase, knuckles whitening as they grip the comforter for dear life. “xavie! please don’t stop, sh-shit—gonna cum—”
he gives the fat of your hips a tight squeeze, one that you hope leaves bruises, while his cock drills into your sopping pussy. at this point he’s got you in a mating press seeing stars, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
you’re so close, and he must be able to tell, because suddenly his thumb is on your puffy little clit rubbing circles, and that’s all it takes—you cum with a wail of a moan and a bowing arch, whimpers high and needy. he follows soon after, thick ropes of cum painting your walls, hot and gooey and dripping when he slowly pulls out.
xavier inspects the mess you two made with the casual interest of a man engaging in the news’ daily weather report.
“so… should we hop into the shower again?”
it earns him a smack on the shoulder.
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imagine being told that out of all the NINE EEVEELUTIONS you're EEVEE. THE NORMAL ASS EEVEE.
I’m kissing you. Btw.
kissing you back. making out with you, even
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“wait, turn back ‘round on your tiptoes t’the cabinet.”
a tsk rolls off your tongue. raising an eyebrow at the phone’s camera, you lean back briefly on the kitchen counter. the movement results in your worn-out house shirt riding up again, and a peek of bare thigh jumps out for the world to see.
caleb, unashamed and slightly grainy through the screen, stares back. his eyes are alight with that familiar violet hue of mirth—a gaze you know only means trouble.
“what? can’t a guy support his girlfriend in tryna reach the top shelf? c’mon, i’ll watch ya in case y’fall.”
“i know what you’re up to,” you accuse. “freak.”
squinting, you can make out a hand of his raising in surrender. he’s laughing, the sound music to your ears, and you can’t help the smile that tugs at your own lips.
“ah, caught me red-handed, pips.” caleb fakes a wounded tone, wiping away air tears for dramatic effect. “guess i’ll just need t’be punished when i get back from my mission, eh?”
the kettle whistles from across the kitchen. you hold back an eye roll as you move to settle the boiling water down, eventually working your way back to grab your favorite mug from the top shelf.
“keep it in your pants, colonel. you still have three days to go.”
it’s eerily quiet as you reach with all your might for the cup handle that’s just barely outside your grasp. it taunts you, teetering on the edge of the cabinet shelf—designed just high enough to forever humiliate you, until caleb, as always, comes to the rescue.
ceramic brushes your fingertips; in your excitement, you cheer all too early, and a jerk of your hand has you pushing your mug farther inside the cabinet.
you swallow back a sigh.
“whatever,” you mumble, beginning to hoist yourself up on the counter. it’s right there, it’s so close, your fingers take hold of the handle and you can already taste your drink—
“holy shit, those panties the lace ones? m’favorite ones?”
crash!
hmm, what fruit is this?? i thought it was an orange, and i confess i did get excited, but on further inspection... this is a fruit im unaware of!
hi rhi! it is a calamansi fruit! calamansi is a citrus native to the philippines and its very popular there as a result :3
a nickname for me is cala and that's what it's based off of heheh. my praying mantis that i adopted today is named mansi! so it's like we complete each other! mwehehehheh

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i love my friends #myfriends
rhi: rhiberry. I think if tulips were a person, they would be you. I don't think I have ever met someone that I have felt I needed to hug so bad. Purely because I literally adore you so much my body doesn't even know what to do with it all. I want to go to the mall with you and smell candles and test hand cream and get taco bell and sit in the car and complain about teenages in jorts. It would make me the happiest person alive because you are just the embodiment of happiness and you make me want to be a better, more whimsical person. You are just the sweetest in the whole entire world and I need to eat you up. Even with your busy schedule, you pop in and talk to us despite all your stress and it's just a testament to how kind hearted and wonderful you are. You belong here more than any of us, and we need you more than you will ever know.
ior: papa. Sometimes you just blow my mind with how easily you can read me, even when i'm being ridiculous and very crazy. You are just so kind and caring and wonderful and everyday I wake up and I want to send a maomao gif because I can't start my day without at least a little ior time. I think of you when I think of Europe because to me you encompass the whole continent. I feel like you just...get me. In a way I don't think anyone has ever got me and I cannot believe I found you in this random way, and that we bonded over that blooming panic game and my people pleasing ways of celebrating your birthday. I exist to make you happy because seeing you happy is one of my great joys in life.
sena: senator. You are literally the cutest, most endearing person alive. I need to kiss you and put you in my pocket and keep you safe from the world. I've never even gotten close to having a sister, but if I did I think she would be like you. You are so my twin. I love literally everything that comes out of your mouth (things I won't list to keep you safe from the doxxers but ikyk) because it always makes me cry from laughter. I love saying the most god awful stuff to you and knowing you won't judge me, even if you absolutely should. I used to think that you just hated my guts because you never seemed to talk to me, but now that we talk i don't know how I can go a day without it. I hope we play the word wheel together everyday for the rest of our lives.
suni: I think you need no introduction. I have never been normal about you because you are sunshine personified and I have been vitamin d deficient my whole life. You've honestly changed my life in ways I can't even describe. I don't know what I would have done without you introducing me to all these incredible people, but I know I would have had way less fun on here without them. Not only do you inspire me everyday to be a more joyful person, I find myself constantly wondering what things I could be doing to make my life more interesting as a whole, because if suni has a million things going on, I think I can handle one more. I would make you a million web weaves in a million life times, even if we were bugs together.
iza: we were separated at birth I am so sure of it. Like...you know dada. You are always pulling things straight out of my head. I've never said 'yes exactly' so much in a conversation with a person in my life. You genuinely just get me every single time and I love it so much. Our writing calls are basically just my virtual journal at this point but I wouldn't trade it for the world. I love seeing you pop up and yapping to you incessantly about literally everything and nothing at the same time. I think the two of us combined would talk up a storm like no one has ever seen, so they nerfed us and put us too far. You make me laugh like crazy and honestly we need to geoguess for 12 hours everyday for me to be satisfied.
stari: my snowcrow twin. my yapping twin. my freaked out twin. Whenever I open the chat I know that if no one got me, stari got me. Literally my airhorn goat forever. Your side quests have absolutely pushed me to go out and do more things because you are just out here living the most interesting mysterious life and I need to be you in my next life because it really would be a crazy ride. Geo is never the same without you and I love saying hi to you in ever channel even if you're not talking to me
you guys: if you follow me, or have even just seen me around, i love you. thank you for being here and for making me feel so welcome in this little corner of the internet. I feel like I carved out this space for myself and I can't quite believe you all want to join me in it. Everyday I look forward to reading your asks and comments and tags because you all have such incredible brains that come up with just the most amazing things. It means the world to me that you guys spend time on my blog and that you like me enough to talk to me. I can never express just how much I adore it. You're all invited to my sleepover, copious desserts will be provided. Yes, even carrot cake.
what happened to suniify?
short answer: archived & no longer posting full length fics. long answer: self-placed expectations suck. i viewed suniify as a persona/role that i had to fulfill and step into everyday, to the point of it being a chore. i wanted a fresh start with better expectations set for both me and you all.
so… what is sunicala? what can i expect?
short answer: a blurb blog currently dedicated to ladsblurbs. long answer: my new writing blog that i will only log into when i have something to post/specific interactions to make :-) having a writing blog as a side blog (i.e. jaymp3 as my main and suniify as a side blog) forced suniify to always be in the back of my mind, causing guilt to buildup when i saw too many notifs. not great. sunicala being her own blog is to help alleviate my posting anxiety.
are you still going to work on hamartia?
short answer: yes, but less complex & in blurb format only. long answer: blurbs will be sporadic and perhaps out of context; one day i might write a small drabble series based on it, but i don’t think i am capable of producing 7k+ wc chapters anymore. feel free to drop questions about it in my askbox, however, and i will do my best to reply!
what about ttylxox and all your other wips?
short answer: i don’t have any other plans for anything else. long answer: there’s simply too much going on in my life lol. i just want to be able to have a small escape from daily struggles and that’ll take the form of escapism via blurbs & perhaps drabbles. maybe one day i’ll take requests again :-)