#zyane

(Little rant about new chapter)

While listening to this song, I couldn't help but think of Zayne. I hope you guys enjoy it! If you would like, leave me a comment, and I will make another part!

I had just gotten back from a mission. One that almost got me killed. Instead of going to a hospital or home, I went to Zyane. I needed him, and I needed to see him. Even though I know he will be angry that I have possibly fatal injuries.

Limping to the front door of his apartment, I weakly knocked. After a few seconds, Zayne opens the door. "What are you doing-" He stops mid sentence once he sees the condition I am in. His face was stone cold as always, but his eyes flared with cold rage. My stomach flip-flopped with emotion.

Zyane grabbed my hand and pulled me inside without another word. Never letting go of my hand, he grabbed the first aid kit from under his bathroom sink and a few other things. Tired and aching, I slowly slide down onto the floor. Zayne looks at me and examines my injuries. A deep slash on the upper part of my left arm and a small but deep stab wound in my gut.

His stone face did nothing to reveal what he was feeling, but his eyes and voice revealed everything. "This wasn't the job of some wanderers, was it." His voice came out with a snarl. Less like a question and more like a statement. Nevertheless, I gave him a weak nod.

"Onychinus...I went to find them. Turns out they don't like outsiders." My breaths are labored, and my voice came out rough. Zayne digs through the first aid kit while I speak and pulls out an antiseptic. "You should have taken me with you. You wouldn't have ended up this injured." He points at my top, signaling me to take it off. I let out a pain filled groan and threw in on the floor.

Maybe I imagined it, but I heard him take a sharp inhale of breath. "And risk you getting hurt or losing control, no chance." I answer back sternly. As if punishing me for talking back, he roughly dabs the antiseptic on the gash of my arm. I wince but don't say a word. "I would die for you." He almost whispers painfully.

I freeze up and say, "That is exactly why I didn't take you with." He begins to wrap up my arm. Since he started working on my wounds, he hasn't looked back up at me. I can't tell if he is mad, but whatever it is he is feeling. It's starting to leak through his facade. His hands are slightly shaking as he cleans my stab wound and wraps it.

Finally, once done, he puts everything away. He sits on his knees between my legs, head hanging low. I grab his scared hand and lift it to my face, nuzzling into him. His cold feeling was nice against my flushed hot body. He looked up at me, and it felt like I was punched in my gut. His hazel, almost golden eyes were watery like he would cry at any moment. His eyebrows slightly pinched together and his lips in a thin line. "Zayne-"

He shakes his head, "I can't lose you, not again." Again? What does he mean again? "I'm alive and with you right here." I kiss the palm of his hand and feel him shiver. He drops his head onto my on my shoulder and slowly inhales, calming himself. "You should have gone to the hospital."

"I...Needed to see you, besides why would I go to a hospital when I have you?" He cuffs and slightly shakes his head on my shoulder in disbelief. He eventually pulls away, and his face has settled back into its relaxed indifference except for the slightly curled up ends of his lips.

ryan/shane/zack, rated e for explicit sexual content, 2.8k.

in which  Zack and Shane won't stop fighting about Mission: Impossible, so Ryan finds a way to shut them up.

written for the July edition of the Shyan Scavenger Hunt using the prompt ‘oral sex.’

“How do you beat literally climbing up the side of the Burj Khalifa?”

“Uh, by holding onto a plane as it takes off? That’s how?”

“You two planning on wrapping this up anytime soon?” Ryan asks, absently opening Snapchat again. Unsurprisingly, he has another update - this time, it’s Sara playing with Obi. The fact that she’s already home, that she didn’t have to stick around and listen to this bullshit, makes Ryan’s annoyance tick up a notch.

“I’m not going anywhere until Shane admits that I’m right,” Zack says, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back against the desk.

“Well, hope you packed for a sleepover then,” Shane replies. “I don’t have any plans for the night.” Ryan half-expects Zack to respond in turn, say that he doesn’t have plans either, in which case, Ryan is either going to say fuck it and leave, or call an exorcist, because if Zack would rather continue to debate Shane for the rest of the night than come back to Ryan’s apartment, he’s obviously possessed.

Fortunately, Zack doesn’t say anything like that.

Unfortunately, he hops back into the debate like Ryan never interrupted them at all.

Within moments, they’re fully immersed again, talking over each other about side characters and overly complicated story lines and fight choreography.

Ryan snaps.

This turned out to be super long so head over to Ao3 to read it!

Title: Your Drunk ThingAuthor: poiregourmandePairings: Shane/Ryan/Zack; Shane/Ryan; Ryan/ZackRating: TeenSynopsis: Four times Ryan came out to Shane and Zack while he was drunk, and one time when he wasn’t.Words: 2241

-ONE-

Bourbon street. Hotel balcony, copious amounts of alcohol, tons of beads for some reason.

The night is loud with the sounds of partygoers, the air is excessively warm, and somehow that doesn’t stop Ryan from draping himself over Shane’s shoulders. Shane enjoys the contact, his insides warm from the alcohol and his outside warm from his best friend.

He leans into Ryan, pulls him in closer, wondering if this is how it happens at last. How they happen at last.

ryan/shane/zack, rated e for explicit sexual content, 2k.

part 4 of the Morphology college au series, but also works as a standalone. written for the July edition of the Shyan Scavenger Hunt using the prompt ‘aliens.’ 

Abruptly, Zack finds his mind turning to the intro to psychology class he took in first year. There’s not a lot he remembers about the class, but he can recall bits and pieces of one particular study, something about dogs coming to associate the mere sound of a bell ringing with food, which caused them to salivate at the thought.