I Dont Even Have Words For How Freaking Good You Write Him/them

i don’t even have words for how freaking good you write him/them🙏

love and deepspace drabble — “partner”

—“don’t you trust me to wait for you?”

—or, alternatively: the first time they become partners

—xavier/mc

—notes: I thought this would be part of a longer fic. maybe it will be. I have a 5 page WIP with a dozen different scenarios and I don’t know where it’s going. I haven’t written in a long time, and this feels like an ‘in between the moments’ piece more than anything. I’m still in the process of moving so I thought I’d post something I already made a while back while I’m on break! it’s simple and short but enjoy (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

—warning: maybe mild “shooting star” anecdote / myth spoilers

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You remember sitting next to him, pencil in hand, doodling a flower in your notebook during art class.

“Do you like flowers?” you write at the top corner of the paper, tapping over it twice so he would notice. He is torn between paying attention to you or listening to the teacher, but you both have gotten into enough trouble to know what he will choose.

He glances at you, a small smile on his face, and shrugs. Then he begins writing, “It depends. Do you like flowers?”

His smile is so boyish and cute; it makes your entire face red enough that you have to turn away. Joy blooms in your chest and you have to suppress the sudden urge to smile like an idiot.

When you face him again, he is looking at you, his eyes the reflection of a clear blue sky before rain. The intensity of his gaze causes the heat to spread to your ears and neck; you almost forget yourself, but he mimics you and taps over his note.

Oh, right!

“Yes,” you reply.

He looks pensive before he scribbles again. “What do you like more, stars or flowers?”

You pretend to be deep in thought and tap your pencil on your chin. Then, “I like both,” you write; you’re aware it’s cheeky, and your grin is as wide as it is mischievous. You draw a large star around the flower you first drew, and put a comet tail so it looked like it was shooting off to space.

Xavier shakes his head in amusement. “That’s greedy,” he writes.

You wanted to retort but the sound of loud chatter stops you. Your classmates had begun to move their chairs; your art exercise was starting, and the girls of your class are quick to ask Xavier to be their partner.

You pout and watch them from the corner of your eyes as you begin to pack up your notebook. You clearly weren’t listening to the teacher, so you had no right to complain that you didn’t ask Xavier first when you didn’t even know what was happening.

You’re about to stand when Xavier calls your name.

“Where are you going?”

You pretend to be anything but upset. “I’m off to look for a partner,” you say, brushing an invisible speck of dust from your skirt.

“You’re not choosing me?”

When you look up at him, he looks like a sad puppy, and you try and pretend it didn’t make your heart didn’t skip a beat.

“I thought someone else beat me to it,” you mumble.

The breath he releases is mixed with a laugh. He looks relieved, you think, and before you can try to understand why, he leans forward.

“Don’t you trust me to wait for you?”

You place a hand on his forehead to try and push him away. “You’re too close!” you say, and suddenly everything is warm; he chuckles at your reaction, a sound low and pleased, and the vibrations of his laugh resonate under your palm. The sensation travels through straight through your chest, and your heart is feels tight enough that your head is lightheaded; you’re not quite sure if you’re coherent enough to form a witty retort, so you settle with the truth.

“O-of course I trust you.”

Xavier seems content with that.

With a small smile, he takes your hand.

“Let’s go then,” he rasps, entwining your fingers, “—partner.”

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—end? or the beginning?

Spending a cozy day at home - even Hunters need a day off!

An art commission of my MC and my Star baby by the amazing Blacklapiz. Go check out their art on Instagram!

some people live their lives without even being obsessed with some guy. if you call that living

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I need that tip🥺🤏

GIVE ME ANOTHER CHANCE

Here comes another angsty fluffy one-shot request by one of my readers. Featuring everyone's fav doctor, Zayne. Enjoy the story! Warnings: Angst but yes to Comfort

"How can you expect me to do my damn job but also expect me not to be hurt?" You gritted your teeth, eyes shooting daggers into Zayne's side profile. He seemed unbothered by you raising your voice slightly, either he is used to it, or he expected it. Or both.

"Then I would suggest you to quit your job." His words were finalised, no variations in tone or anything. Just a statement, a sentence with a full stop. Your eyes welled up with tears. How could he not understand? To at least give you the benefit of the doubt that accidents would happen in your line of job, but you would do your best to minimise it?

"I won't." You walked over to him and you noticed his head turned slightly to face you. "And I am done with you." You grabbed your bag off of his desk and you darted off towards the front door. Zayne got off of his chair to hold you back but before he could grab your hand, you threw him your statement. "I do not wish to see you ever again. Have a good life."

Zayne was out at a charity event hosted by Akso Hospital, to raise funds for the several orphanages at Linkon City. As usual, he was expected to give a speech in front of the crowd, but instead of being the lead cardiac surgeon for Akso, he shall be giving his speech as one of the biggest donors for this event.

But as of now, his time has yet to come, so he stood at one of the cocktail tables, watching the crowd of unfamiliar faces. Although he is one of the best cardiac surgeons, he was not known to be the friendliest amongst his colleagues so generally, not many people would go up and strike a conversation with him.

He finds his mind wandering, floating from what would be a good post-event dessert to what diagnosis he have yet to complete to you. It has been 6 months since the both of you had contacted one another. Zayne however, had tried to call you after you had left but to no avail. And surprisingly, you blocked him so he had no methods to reach out to you. He could have easily come over to your place, but with Zayne being Zayne, he would not intrude into someone else's property if he was not invited at first glance.

His phone vibrated from the inside of his suit, and he peeled apart the right side of his tailored suit to fish out his phone. He stared at the caller's name for quite a bit. Longer than a few seconds. 'Y/N' flashed on his phone's screen. He pressed the phone to his ear. "Hello."

"Zayne." You were huffing and panting, and he could hear your whimper through the line. "I need... I need your help." You tried to explain, one hand holding the phone to your ears while the other pressed up against the deep gash you have on the side of your hips. "Nobody was picking up... I had no choice..."

Your voice. It was breaking up in between chokes and whimpers and sharp inhales. Zayne knew you were hurt, and this time, it is much more severe than any other times when he was there to tend to your wounds. He knew this was coming. No, not the call. He figured you would uphold your ego so much that you would not reach out to him anymore just to prove him wrong. To prove to him that you could take care of yourself.

But look at you now. He knew that there shall be a day where he would have to treat you when you are at your worst condition. He could imagine you being pushed into the hospital, with tendrils of tubes surrounding your body; to administer blood, nutrients, oxygens and many other fluids that your body requires to achieve a stable condition. His mind got snapped back to reality when you no longer spoke on the other side of the line.

"Stay still." You heard someone talking, unsure whether if it was towards you. "Or else you might end up hurting yourself again."

Your eyelids felt heavy as you slowly opened them, taking in your surroundings. The last moment you remembered was you were at one of the danger zones and you were outnumbered by a couple of wanderers. You managed to defeat them with all of your might and yet they manage to give you a wound so nasty it robbed your ability to stand and walk.

The room that you are currently in does not smell sterile at all. In fact, it smells like a mix of lavender and with hints of coconuts. The room was lit only with lamp decors, the light bouncing off of the pristine white walls, tainting it with a shade of beige. The room is tidy and emits the vibes of a cosy home which reminds you of someone you knew.

"Did the concussion made you lost the ability to listen to simple instructions?" You snapped your head to the right side as you slowly sat yourself up and you could not stop your jaw from dropping mentally. Zayne is seated right next to you, an apple in hand and a knife in another, eyes focused on peeling the skin off of the apple. One of his many acquired skills.

Your palm smoothed over your hip and you winced, facial features scrunched together in pain as you realised how bad your wound is. "What happened?" You choked out, still awaiting for the stinging pain to wear off.

"You called me earlier and through the phone, I could tell that you were terribly injured." He brought the peeled apple up to his face, examining it closely before placing it down and taking the next apple to start peeling its skin off. "So I went over to save you."

"But..." You were embarassed, teeth biting onto your bottom lip. "With what I had done previously... you could have-"

"You called me after six months of not being in contact, and you expect me to do nothing with your calls for help?" He spoke, finally placing the half-peeled apple down onto the ceramic plate, a clink followed as he placed the knife down. He looked towards you, his hazel green eyes are only brown within such a dark room. But you could make out the soft gaze he was giving you. "Does it still hurt?"

Your cheeks were hot, your heartbeat ramping up when he got closer to you. "I will leave once I feel better." He quirked one of his thin eyebrows up, a signal of confusion. "As soon as I can walk, I mean." You turned your face away from him, but this time, his fingers were quick to catch your chin, pulling you back to stare at him.

"I'm afraid that might take a while." He lets go of your chin and pulled down the blanket slightly, enough for him to see the bandage wrapped around your hip, and enough for him to notice the bits of skin showing above your hip given he had to wrap your hips so clothing would only be in the way of his treatment. "Your wounds are quite deep this time around. I had used my evol to freeze and cut out some of the dead tissue but I think rest should be your first priority for now."

"Look, I called you because I couldn't reach out to anyone else okay? I will be out of your hair once all of this," you gestured at your wound. "is fully healed." Your chafed statement made him sighed, his fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of his sculpted nose. "So how long will this take? For me to heal?"

"I'm sorry." He muttered, the voice of his faltered alongside the wind chimes that he had hung by the windows. Your whole body was rigid, staring at the man in front of you, apologising to you out-of-the-blue. "It was selfish of me to ask you to quit your job and to not trust you in protecting yourself."

Your lips could not move, as if you were gagged by his remorse, his guilt, his regrets. Six months passed, and yet you did not took it any easier than him despite you were the one who chose to leave him and to never look back. You were the one who blocked him from contacting you entirely, you were the one who thought that he would at least cared about your passion for your work.

However, as a matter-of-fact, you can never forget about him. You always find yourself taking the long way home, purposely passing by Akso Hospital just to catch a glimpse of him. On lucky days, maybe you could catch him from a far distance, getting off of work. On unlucky days, you could still catch his black sedan car parked within the staff columns.

"When you called me, I expected the worst." Zayne's side profile is the only thing you could see now. "I tried contacting you after you had left, but the dial tone always ends, so I assumed that you have blocked me." Hearing how he had tried to reach out to your, your gut twisted, adding on to the pain that you are experiencing physically. "But I would understand if you would want to rest alone at your house instead of mine. I can schedule to send you back home tomorrow before I head off to the hospital."

"Zayne, I, I just couldn't believe it when you asked me to quit my job..." You trailed off, your eyes drooped as you felt your tears weighing them down. "I thought you would have known better that I am a deepspace hunter and that I will always be putting my life on the line."

Zayne leaned over, his shadow loomed over your figure and he placed his hand on the top of your head, slowly smoothing your hair behind your back. His touch was gently, soothing to your skin. "And I should have trusted you instead of asking you to quit." You can feel the heat of both of his hands cupping your cheeks, your face probably the size of an egg within his grasp. "When you were away, I find myself thinking about you and your safety a lot."

You agreed, your hand coming up to cup over his. The difference between both of your hands and his always a surprise to you. "I can't help but to want you as well, Zayne." His thumb caught the tear that streamed down your cheeks and he wiped it off. "I am sorry too, for having to walk out on you and on this relationship."

"Now, you should allow yourself to rest." Zayne's lips curled up into a small encouraging smile. He laid you down onto the bed slowly, hovering over you. "Would you still like me to fetch you back home tomorrow?" The shake of your head made him sighed in relief. "Then you should stay here, where I am capable of taking care of you." He peered down at you, his gentle gaze contradictory to his chiseled facial features. "Not only till you get better, but for the future too." The man then leaned down to claim your lips in a soft and long kiss.

Tadaa! That is the end for this one-shot! It is fluff just as requested by my reader, so I hope this suffices you guys heart <3