#anyway thank you for tagging me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[dreamyluigi]

"you're not going to lose me. not now, not ever."

had to draw up something for this heart-squeezing fic by @silenzahra <3 it tore me apart as much as it warmed my heart. emotionally damaged mario, my beloved

[multifanforevers-blog]

No for real.

on some level i am proud of me now but all the youngest versions of me are not. it’s okay though because they don’t know what we went through

[rootedinrevisions]

Through the Dark

SUMMARY: You've been struggling with depression, but Glen doesn't know. You've done your best to hide it from him. Once he finds out, he helps you work through it - together.

WARNING: This story contains themes of depression, mental health struggles, and emotional vulnerability. While the story emphasizes love, support, and healing, some readers may find certain scenes emotionally challenging. If these topics are difficult or triggering for you, please take care of yourself and feel free to skip this story. You are not alone, and your well-being is what matters most.

A/N: Thank you to the Anon who sent this request in! I apologize for this taking longer than I would like to get it posted. But I really tried to put a lot of my heart into this one. I wanted to get this one right and make sure it was perfect! Thank you for trusting me with this request and trusting me to write about such an important but difficult topic.

WORD COUNT: 3.6k

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The living room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the television playing a rerun of some old sitcom you weren’t really watching. A single lamp cast a soft glow across the room, highlighting the blanket you’d cocooned yourself in. The evening had stretched on long after supper, and you’d succumbed to the weight of exhaustion, curled up on the couch as the muted voices from the TV blurred into the background.

You didn’t hear the sound of the key turning in the lock or the soft click of the door as it opened. It wasn’t until the warmth of a familiar presence stirred you from sleep that your eyes fluttered open.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Glen’s voice was soft, laced with affection.

You blinked up at him, his face illuminated by the dim light, that easy, boyish smile spreading across his lips.

“I’m home.”

A rush of emotions should’ve hit you right then—relief, excitement, joy. You had missed him so much these past few weeks, but instead, there was a strange hollowness. Like your heart was trying to feel something, but the connection wasn’t there. You smiled anyway, forcing it past the weight pressing down on you.

“Hi,” you murmured, voice hoarse with sleep as you sat up, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself. “Welcome home.”

Glen crouched beside you, his hands resting on the edge of the couch. He smelled faintly of his cologne and the crisp winter air from outside, and just the sight of him—the messy hair, the slight scruff on his jaw—should’ve been enough to fill the emptiness. But all you could do was reach out and place a hand on his cheek, trying to summon a warmth you didn’t feel.

“I missed you,” he said, leaning into your touch.

“I missed you too.” And you had. But the words felt thin, like an echo of what they should’ve been.

Glen studied your face for a moment, his smile faltering slightly. “Were you waiting up for me?”

You shook your head, offering a small laugh. “Not really. I was just watching TV and must’ve dozed off.”

His brow furrowed, just for a second, as though he’d caught the slight edge of detachment in your tone. But then he nodded, standing and stretching. “Long day?”

“Something like that,” you replied quickly, standing and adjusting the blanket around your shoulders. You smiled at him again, too bright, too practiced. “Are you hungry? I can warm something up for you.”

He shook his head. “No, I grabbed something on the way. I just wanted to get home to you.”

His words should’ve made your heart race in the best way, but instead, you felt a pang of guilt. You let him pull you into a hug, his arms wrapping securely around you, his warmth and scent enveloping you. It was comforting, but even as you rested your head against his chest, there was a part of you that felt disconnected, like you were watching the moment from somewhere else.

He pulled back slightly, his hands settling on your shoulders as he looked down at you. “You okay?”

You hesitated, just for a second too long. “Yeah,” you said, forcing another smile. “Just tired.”

Glen’s lips pressed into a thin line as he studied you. He wasn’t the kind of guy to push, but you could tell he wanted to. Instead, he brushed a strand of hair from your face and kissed your forehead.

“Alright. Why don’t we head to bed, then?”

You nodded, relief washing over you at the thought of ending the day. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

As you climbed the stairs together, his hand lightly resting on your lower back, you tried to remind yourself that you were lucky to have someone like Glen. But as much as you wanted to feel whole again, there was something pulling you under, deeper and deeper, and no matter how hard you tried to mask it, part of you knew he could see through the cracks.

*****

The next morning sunlight that streamed through the curtains in the bedroom was soft, but it still made you wince as you stirred awake. For a moment, you lay there, staring at the ceiling, the weight of the day already pressing down on you. Glen’s spot in the bed was empty, and the faint clinking of dishes carried from the kitchen.

You dragged yourself out of bed, throwing on the nearest sweatshirt and shuffling down the hall. When you reached the kitchen, you found Glen at the sink, loading the dishwasher. His hair was still damp from a shower, the sleeves of his gray t-shirt hugging his arms as he rinsed a mug.

He turned at the sound of your footsteps, his face lighting up with that easy, charming smile of his.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” he said, drying his hands on a towel before crossing the room to meet you.

“Morning,” you murmured, letting him press a kiss to your forehead.

His warmth was comforting, but as you glanced past him toward the living room, guilt twisted in your chest. The room had been tidied—blankets folded, stray dishes cleared from the coffee table, pillows fluffed. You’d tried to keep up with things around the house while he was gone, but over the past few weeks, it felt like every ounce of energy had been drained from you. You were lucky if the dishes made it to the sink some days

“You didn’t have to do all this,” you said softly, gesturing toward the living room.

Glen shrugged, leaning against the counter. “It wasn’t a big deal. Just figured I’d tidy up while I was up.” He smiled again, but his eyes flicked over you for a moment, lingering as though he were trying to read between the lines of your expression.

You dropped your gaze, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

“I’ve got a busy day,” he said, breaking the silence. “A couple of Zoom meetings, some interviews, but I’ll be done by late afternoon. We could do something tonight—whatever you want. Dinner, movie, a drive? You name it.”

You nodded, forcing a small smile. “Yeah. That sounds nice.”

Glen tilted his head, studying you again. “You should text the girls, see if they want to do brunch or shopping or something while I’m working.”

Your stomach sank, and you busied yourself by grabbing a glass from the cabinet, pretending you hadn’t heard him.

“Babe?”

You turned, plastering on another smile. “Maybe. I don’t know. I might just stay home today. Maybe take a nap or something.”

Glen frowned, his brows knitting together. “You haven’t mentioned going out with the girls in a while. Everything okay with you guys? There wasn't some stupid fight I didn't hear about right?” He teased trying to make you laugh, get a smile...anything he could out of you.

You shrugged, avoiding his gaze. “Yeah, everyone’s just been busy, I guess.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice gentle. “You used to love brunch with them. And I know how much you’d all laugh and talk for hours.”

The knot of guilt in your chest tightened. You had loved those brunches—the bottomless mimosas, the laughter that left your cheeks hurting, the way your friends could brighten even the darkest days. But lately, even the thought of reaching out to them felt exhausting.

“I’m just tired,” you said finally, taking a sip of water to mask the shakiness in your voice.

Glen didn’t say anything right away, but you could feel his eyes on you. When you finally looked at him, there was concern etched into his features. He opened his mouth to say something but seemed to think better of it, instead giving you a small smile.

“Alright,” he said, his tone soft. “But if you change your mind…”

“I’ll let you know,” you finished for him, your voice lighter than you felt.

As Glen turned back to the dishwasher, you leaned against the counter, watching him for a moment. He was so attentive, so thoughtful, and it only made the weight on your chest feel heavier.

He deserved someone who could meet him halfway, someone who wasn’t sinking under the surface while pretending to float. Someone who had the same bubbly energy he always seemed to. But you weren’t ready to let him see that you were struggling. Not yet.

*****

The streets blurred past as you drove aimlessly that afternoon, the soft hum of your favorite playlist filling the car. You hadn’t planned on going anywhere in particular, but sitting at home felt unbearable, especially with Glen in the office doing work stuff. There was an ache in your chest that you couldn’t name, an emptiness that felt louder in the stillness of the house.

The music helped, a little. For a while, you let yourself get lost in it, the familiar lyrics and melodies washing over you. But no matter how far you drove, the heaviness didn’t lift.

Eventually, you pulled into a quiet overlook on the edge of town, the city lights stretching out below you. You turned off the engine and sat in the silence, the weight of everything pressing down harder now that there was nothing left to distract you.

You didn’t know how long you stayed there, but when you finally made it back home, the house was quiet. Glen was in his office, the door slightly ajar, his voice carrying down the hallway as he wrapped up a phone call. You slipped into the bedroom, hoping to avoid any questions, and kicked off your shoes before collapsing onto the bed.

A while later, Glen’s voice broke the silence. “Hey,” he said softly from the doorway.

You sat up, rubbing your eyes. “Hey.”

He smiled, stepping inside. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Your heart sank, but you forced yourself to smile. “A surprise?”

“Yeah.” He moved closer, his excitement evident in the way his voice lifted. “I made dinner reservations at your favorite place. Thought we could get dressed up and have a night out. I even picked out a dress for you—it’s hanging in the bathroom. And…” He held up a bouquet of your favorite flowers, a little sheepishly. “These are for you.”

Your breath hitched, and for a moment, you didn’t know what to say. He looked so hopeful, so eager to make you smile, and all you felt was guilt.

“Glen…” Your voice faltered as you looked down at your hands. “Thank you. Really. But I’m not… I’m not really feeling up to going out tonight.”

The smile faded from his face, replaced by a flicker of hurt that he tried to mask.

“Oh,” he said softly. He set the flowers on the dresser and sat down beside you. “I just thought…”

“I’m sorry,” you said quickly, cutting him off. “It’s not you, I promise. I just…” You trailed off, not knowing how to finish the sentence.

Glen exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. “You’ve been saying that a lot lately, you know? ‘It’s not you.’ ‘I’m just tired.’” He paused, searching your face. “But something’s going on, isn’t it? You’ve been distant. You barely talk to me anymore, and now… you don’t even want to spend time together. Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” you said, shaking your head quickly. “No, Glen, you didn’t. It’s not you.”

“Then what is it?” he asked, his voice quiet but firm. “Why are you pushing me away?”

The question hung in the air, heavy and unspoken for so long that it felt like a physical weight. You opened your mouth, but no words came out. The truth was there, clawing at the back of your throat, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. Not yet.

“I don’t know,” you whispered finally, your voice breaking.

Glen’s face softened, and he reached out, taking your hand in his. “Hey,” he said gently, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Whatever it is, you can tell me. I’m here.”

You looked away, blinking back tears. “I’m sorry,” you said again, your voice barely audible.

Glen didn’t press you further, but the hurt in his eyes was undeniable. He squeezed your hand, holding onto you like he was afraid you might slip away entirely.

“Okay,” he said finally, his voice tight. “Okay. But please… don’t shut me out.”

You nodded, but deep down, you knew that wasn’t enough. The cracks were starting to show, and it was only a matter of time before everything came spilling out.

Glen hadn’t said much since you’d turned down the date night he’d planned. He’d stayed close, though—lingering in the room for a little while, then quietly helping fold the blanket you’d draped over the couch earlier, and moving the flowers to a vase and placing them on the kitchen counter where they wouldn’t wither. The silence wasn’t tense, but it wasn’t comfortable either.

You could feel him watching you every so often as you moved around the house aimlessly, pretending to straighten things that didn’t need straightening.

Finally, he spoke. “Are you still happy with me?”

The words stopped you in your tracks. You turned to him slowly, your heart sinking as you saw the vulnerability etched on his face.

“What?” you whispered, unsure if you’d heard him right.

“Are you happy… with me? With us?” His voice was soft but unsteady, like he was afraid of the answer.

“Glen…”

He held up a hand, stopping you. “I’m just trying to understand. You’ve been so distant, and I don’t know why. Did I do something? Is it me? Or…” He hesitated, his eyes dropping to the floor. “Is..is there someone else?”

The room seemed to tilt as his words hit you.

“Someone else?” you repeated, your voice breaking. Tears sprang to your eyes, and before you could stop them, they spilled over, streaming down your face. “How could you think that?”

Glen stepped forward, alarmed, but you held up a trembling hand. “No, Glen. There’s no one else. There’s never been anyone else. How could you possibly think I’d want anyone but you?” You managed to get out as your voice cracked and tears started falling down your cheeks.

He reached for you then, his hands gentle as they cupped your face, brushing away your tears with his thumbs. “Hey, hey,” he murmured. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I just… I don’t know what’s going on, and my mind keeps going to all these places.”

The look on his face—the heartbreak, the worry—was too much. Your shoulders shook as sobs wracked your body, and Glen pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as you cried into his chest.

“It’s not you,” you choked out between sobs. “It’s me. I’m the problem, Glen. You’re patient and kind and thoughtful and the best man I’ve ever met. You’re too good for me, and I…”

He leaned back, his hands still holding your face, forcing you to meet his eyes. “Stop,” he said firmly but gently. “Don’t say that. You’re not the problem.”

“But I am,” you insisted, your voice breaking again. “It’s my depression. I’ve been struggling so much, Glen. I can barely get through the day most of the time. Work has been a nightmare because I keep using sick days just to stay home and my boss is on me about being behind on a project and… and…”

You couldn’t finish the sentence. Your voice dissolved into a fresh wave of tears, and Glen pulled you back into his arms, his hand cradling the back of your head as he held you to his chest.

“You should’ve told me,” he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

You nodded against his chest, your tears soaking into his shirt. “I didn’t want to worry you,” you admitted. “You already have so much going on, and I didn’t want to be a burden.”

Glen pulled back just enough to look at you, his expression a mix of heartbreak and determination. “You’re never a burden,” he said firmly. “Do you hear me? Never.”

You nodded again, but he wasn’t satisfied. He tilted your chin up so you had to look at him. “It’s okay to feel the way you feel,” he said softly. “And it’s okay to tell me when you’re not okay. I need to know when you’re struggling, so I can help.”

The tears came again, but this time they were different—softer, quieter, like the weight you’d been carrying was finally starting to lift. Glen brushed them away gently, his fingers tender as they traced the curve of your cheek.

“I should’ve noticed sooner,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m so sorry I didn’t. But I promise you, from now on, I’ll do everything I can to help. Whatever you need, we’ll get through this together, okay?”

You nodded, your throat too tight to speak. Glen pressed a kiss to your forehead, holding you close again, and for the first time in weeks, you felt like maybe—just maybe—you weren’t completely alone in this.

*****

The next morning, you woke up to find Glen already in the kitchen, laptop open on the counter. He glanced up when he heard you shuffle in, his face softening into a smile.

“Morning,” he said warmly, coming over to kiss you on the forehead. “I made coffee.”

“Thank you,” you murmured, still feeling the weight of last night’s conversation lingering in your chest. It wasn’t unpleasant—it was more like a cautious lightness, like the first crack of dawn after a long, dark night.

As you poured yourself a mug, Glen gestured to his laptop. “I was doing some research,” he said. “I found a few therapists in the area that specialize in depression and anxiety. I figured we could look through them together and see if any of them feel like a good fit.”

You froze, your hand gripping the handle of the mug a little tighter. “Oh,” you said softly. “You didn’t have to—”

“I wanted to,” he interrupted gently. “I know how hard it can be to take that first step, and if I can make it even a little easier for you, I will.”

The lump in your throat returned, but this time, it wasn’t from sadness. “Thank you,” you whispered, blinking back tears.

“Of course,” Glen said, his voice so steady and full of love that it made your chest ache. “We’ll take it one step at a time, okay? No pressure. Just… whenever you’re ready.”

You nodded, grateful beyond words.

As the day went on, Glen made it a point to celebrate even the smallest victories. When you managed to muster up the energy and do an "everything" shower - completely with shaving your legs and a sugar scrub - he kissed your cheek and said, “Proud of you.” When you sat down at the table and helped him look through therapist profiles, he squeezed your hand and smiled, saying, “We’re in this together, okay?”

By the afternoon, you’d made a tentative first appointment with a therapist. It wasn’t for another two weeks, but it was a start.

That evening, as you walked into the bathroom to brush your teeth, you noticed a bright yellow sticky note stuck to the mirror.

“You’re stronger than you think. And I love you. –G”

Your chest tightened as you plucked the note from the mirror, running your thumb over Glen’s handwriting.

The next morning, you found another note on the coffee maker: “One step at a time. You’re doing great. –G”

By the end of the week, the notes had multiplied. They were tucked into your book, slipped into your wallet, and even taped to the fridge: “You’re not alone. I’m always here.” “Bad days don’t last forever. Neither do bad feelings.” “You are loved. You are enough.” Each note felt like a tiny lifeline, a reminder that you weren’t facing this battle on your own.

*****

It had been a few months since that night—since the tears and the honesty and Glen’s unwavering support. In that time, you’d started therapy, taken baby steps toward feeling like yourself again, and slowly but surely, things began to change.

This morning felt different, lighter. You walked into the kitchen, the smell of coffee wafting through the air as Glen stood at the counter flipping through emails on his phone. He glanced up when he heard your footsteps, his smile bright and warm.

“Good morning,” he greeted, setting his phone down to give you his full attention.

“Morning,” you said, grabbing a mug and pouring yourself a cup of coffee. There was a slight pause as you turned to him, a little grin tugging at your lips. “So, I was thinking… I’m going to brunch with the girls today.”

Glen’s brows shot up, a spark of surprise lighting his face. “Yeah?” he asked, his tone soft, like he wasn’t sure if he’d heard you right.

You nodded. “Yeah. I already texted them, and they’re excited to catch up. It’s been a while, you know?”

A smile spread across Glen’s face, pride and happiness shining in his eyes. He stepped closer, leaning against the counter. “That’s great,” he said, and you could hear the genuine joy in his voice. “I hope you have a good time.”

You bit your lip, hesitating for a moment before adding, “And… after brunch, I was wondering if maybe we could have a redo. Of that dinner you planned for me…if the offer still stands.”

Glen chuckled, shaking his head as he stepped closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest. “Of course, it still stands,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’ll clear my schedule. You just pick the time and place.”

You rested your head against him, letting out a content sigh. It had taken time, effort, and the kind of love you hadn’t even known you deserved, but for the first time in what felt like forever, you felt like you were coming back to yourself.

As Glen held you, you could hear the quiet happiness in his voice when he murmured, “I missed this you.”

And with that, you smiled against his chest, knowing that while there were still steps to take, you weren’t taking them alone.

[art-o-gant]

working on something really big and hopefully cool rn but in the meantime here's sillyfunny strahm and perez

[serotonin-dose]

He didn't know when the dry, close-mouthed kisses they'd shared had turned into this , but he wasn't about to start complaining. His hands stayed at her hips, too afraid to move the wrong way in case she stopped. The sour-sweet taste of the candy she'd been rolling around in her mouth before filled his and he groaned instead of answering her question.

Fanart of Arten's Sweet Dreams Are Made of This ( 1 | 2 )

[an-na-ko]

Thank you so much for the beautiful piece about Lyra that you made ❤️ it really touched my heart

awww anon, this is such a sweet and short message to receive 🥹 Thank you for reading it, even if the content is pretty difficult; I appreciate it so very much that you read my comic about my beloved Lyra. She was my little light and joy and I'm so glad to have shared her🤍

[sweeterthanficstion]

— coast2coast (pt. two) || l.s.k

pairing: life guard!leon kennedy x surfer!fem!reader

tags: surfing au! set in malibu, 1998, i wrote this with re2 leon in mind but re4 leon works too, UNEDITED! fluff, fluff, fluff

summary: Summer is a fickle thing, sticky-sweet and fleeting, gone before you're ready. You've learnt to love it while it lasts. For you, every summer has been the same—surf, sand, salt-water tides and the hot Malibu breeze. But this summer brings a new sort of challenge, a spotlight your not so sure you're ready for, as well as a boy with golden hair, eyes as blue as the waves, and a way of making your heart rattle between your ribs like it’s desperate to break free.

word count: 2.8k

a/n: ngl yall this actually sucked the life out of me, i'm high on like 3 choccy milks and delirious and tired i have work tmrw i wanna sleep.... anyway thank u cressie for providing me with million ideas this ones to u cheers *raises choccy milk to u* --- also sorry i literally hate writing dialogue but this ended up being more dialogue than anything im so sorry in advance if anything sounds WEIRD </3

playlist⭑series masterlist⭑AO3 || part 1⭑part 2⭑part 3 (coming soon)

You have this recurring dream that feels like a distant memory. Washed in milky sunlight, somewhere in Santa Monica, you lost yourself to hot summer days and salt-water tides, sticky fruit juice running down your arms, and the sting of a sunburn peeling across your shoulders.

The year was 1986, August was young and so were you. You’d learn this year just how quickly it’d slip through your fingers.

Barefoot and sun-dazed, you’d escape to the beach each evening. There, you met a boy by the waves. Older, taller, with sun-bleached hair and sun-kissed cheeks. 

You remember a sunset that bled out over the water that evening, long and golden. His laugh echoed yours, and you smiled when he did. He must’ve been summer personified, you’d concluded. With his hair like sunshine and eyes like the ocean…

You never did learn his name.

You startle awake to the sound of your alarm clock blaring angrily atop your bedside table. Groaning, you slam a groggy hand down on it, killing the noise, and drag yourself out of bed in twenty minutes flat, your surfboard tucked under your arm.

You track the familiar path behind your old oceanfront home, the sandy trail winding its way down the bluff like a lazy ribbon, overgrown with beach grass and wildflowers that nod in the soft morning breeze. Thick sycamore trees stretch their sprawling branches overhead, casting the path in dappled shadows, leaving behind little islands of light that shimmer over the fine sand. It smells like salt and earth, and the faintest hint of blooming jasmine from somewhere you’ve never quite been able to pinpoint.

Ahead of you, at the base of the trail, your view opens up to the rocky cove that cradles your little slice of the coast. Tucked away from prying eyes, smooth stone outcrops rise like bones from the earth, their surfaces slick with sea spray. Between them, shallow rock pools glimmer in the early morning light, and if you look close enough, you’re sure you’ll find tiny crabs skittering to hide under the lichen-covered stone.

You leap from stone to stone, board tucked under your arm all the while. Your bare feet always know exactly where to land without slipping. 

The sandy shore calls to you in the familiar language of gulls overhead and the steady rush and retreat of waves against the rocks. That’s where Claire will be, you know—her board already waxed and her camera slung over her shoulder.

Claire’s love for the ocean has always been as steadfast as yours, but is her own secret language all the same. Where you see the waves as an escape to get lost in, she sees them as her muse. 

By the time she was twelve, her parents had bought her a little film camera, and she’d started seeing the world in snapshots and light leaks.  

Hopping down from the rock, with your board under one arm and your sandals dangling from your fingers, you make your way to the sand. 

You spot Claire easily, a blur of sun-kissed skin and red hair, crouched by the shoreline with her camera in hand.

She must hear you coming, or maybe it’s years of friendship that stirs the feeling in her chest and urges her to look up.

“Morning, sunshine,” she calls, grin as wide as the ocean behind her.

“Morning,” you echo, dropping your board on to the sand before you follow suit, knees bumping hers as you settle beside her. She hands you her wax wordlessly without a second thought, a quiet, easy rhythm of familiarity you’ve both fallen into over the years.

You think that’s why you love her, love this. Corral Beach is stagnant, always will be. Even the tides seem to move in a familiar pattern around here. After years of following your parents around the globe, constantly chasing something new, you think this is what you need.

“You’re slow today,” Claire hums after a while, bumping your shoulder with hers. “Something on your mind?”

You shrug your shoulders instead, unsure of how to put into words the strangeness in your chest after a lingering dream that feels more like deja vu. “Just savouring it. The water’s not going anywhere.”

“Good thing,” she quips, before leaning back on her hands. Her gaze fixes on the horizon for a moment, but Claire’s never been one for small talk, it’s not long before her eyes dart back to you. “So…”

Here it comes.

“Have you thought about that surf comp yet?” She asks, tilting her head at you in the way she does when she’s trying to be casual but failing miserably.

You groan in dramatics, dragging out the sound as your head falls back. “Claire.”

“What?” She feigns innocence. “It’s not like I’m saying you have to sign up right this second.”

“Not happening,” you sing-song, getting to your feet and taking your board with you. 

“Oh, c’mon! Don’t be like that,” she rolls her eyes, watching you make your way towards the water.

“Can’t hear you!” you shout dramatically, cupping your hand around your ear is if the waves are just too loud. 

She raises an eyebrow, her grin sharpening into something knowing. “Oh, you heard me.”

“Nope, not a word!” you call back with a shrug, and before she can press further, you break into a sprint, your feet kicking up sprays of sand as you rush toward the shoreline.

You can hear Claire laughing as you wade into the cool surf, the water rushing up eagerly to greet you. She doesn’t follow with her longboard in tow, and when you look over your shoulder, the rising sun warming your back, you see her still at the shore, camera held at the ready as she flashes you a thumbs up instead.

The ocean seems to move in whispers beneath you, gentle ripples that build into the promise of a wave. You see it first—a set forming, steady and clean, beckoning you like a siren's call you can’t deny. You paddle out towards it, letting the swell lift you effortlessly. The ocean is alive beneath you, humming its own rhythm, and you move with it. 

The wave stretches on, long and peeling, giving you time to cut back and forth across its glassy face. You dip low, almost touching the water with your hand, then push into a sharp turn, feeling the spray kiss your legs. 

As the wave softens, you coast to a gentle stop, stepping off your board into the shallow surf. The sand squishes under your toes, and it’s only then you see Claire waving her camera in triumph. 

“That’s the one!” She grins, as you wade back towards her, the waves still lapping at your ankles as if begging you to come back. 

Claire meets you halfway, tilting the camera to show you the screen: It’s the perfect shot of you mid-turn, your board slicing through the wave, sunshine filtering through and catching the spray just right, refracting in tiny rainbows like a million scattered diamonds. You have to admit, you do look killer. 

“Are you gonna upload that one?” you ask, brushing wet hair from your face. 

Claire looks at you like it’s a silly question. “Are you kidding? Look at this, it’s perfect. Surfline is gonna eat this up—and if they don’t, they’re insane.”

Her passion radiates off her in waves like the tide does. Claire’s been at this for months now, chasing every opportunity she can find to get her photos not just noticed, but seen. You’ve just about lost count of how many times she’s sent in shots to Surfline.

“Now c’mon,” she continues, “show me what else you’ve got.”

And you do. Over and over, the waves pulling you in, the ocean pulling you home. By the time the sun rises higher in the sky, Claire’s memory card is nearly full, and you’re sure you’ll be late to your shift at Bunny’s if you let yourself fall into the ocean’s allure for any longer. The cove has started to fill with other locals, the place a well kept secret between surfers wanting a quiet retreat.

Claire waits as you shake the last of the saltwater from your hair—or, well, try to—perched atop the sun-bleached remains of an old tree topped sideways. Her legs swing lazily, her tote bag by her feet.

Something must catch her eye, because suddenly she’s letting out a gasp.

“Holy shit.”

Her voice is nearly reverent. You pause, glancing over your shoulder just in time to see him. 

And yeah, Holy shit.

It’s then you see him again, and it feels like magic watching him cut through the wave he’s catching with the ease of someone who does really know what they’re doing.

Blue-eyed blondie from yesterday is out in the surf, carving through the water like he’s part of it, like he’s spent his whole life learning how to move with it instead of against it. He’s all ease, all instinct, cutting clean lines into the wave before it folds beneath him.

It’s hypnotic. Magic, almost.

“He’s good,” Claire murmurs.

“Yeah,” you breathe, unable to tear your gaze away from him. He is good. Too good for someone who claimed to be just okay.

And then, as if he sensing your gaze, he falters.

A hair-width miscalculation, a break in his rhythm, something or other. Then he’s toppling off his board and crashing into the whitewater with all the grace of a bird missing a branch.

There’s but a breath of silence before Claire cackles. “Poor guy.”

You bite down a smile, shaking your head.

“Do you know him?” Claire asks, jogging to catch up as you start walking back toward the trail, her longboard dragging behind her in the sand. “I’ve never seen him around, I wonder how he knows about the cove.”

“No,” you say too quickly before realising how it sounds, “yes? Sort of.”

Her eyebrows shoot up, as if catching onto something unspoken, and you wish all at once for the ground to swallow you up. “That’s not an answer.”

“I met him at the beach yesterday, he saved my board.”

“Oh,” she says, her tone lifting like something just clicked into place. Then, after a pause: “So…”

“So what?” You glance at her, sounding a little exasperated.

“So… what’s the deal? Did you talk to him? Does he live around here?”

You groan. “Claire, it’s nothing. I don’t know.”

“Mm-hmm,” Her grin spreads wider, brighter, knowing. “You’re antsy.”

“No I’m not!” you say firmly, picking up your pace like it’ll somehow leave this conversation behind.

“Sure,” she hums. “Whatever you say.”

The next time you see him is during the afternoon rush at Bunny’s. 

The late-afternoon heat hangs over Corral Beach, and the diner feels like it’s baking under the weight of too many bodies pressed into too small a space. The air conditioner rattles helplessly above the front counter, but it does little to cut through the syrupy warmth.

You’ve been working at Bunny’s long enough to know the rhythm of summer shifts like the back of your hand, the sound of the kitchen, the clatter of dishes, Claire humming along to the shitty little radio perched atop the front desk.

You’ve got a tray of iced teas balanced on one hand, weaving around chairs, tables, and sketchup sticky toddlers, when the bell over the door jingles.

“Welcome to Bunny’s!” Claire chirps from the register, her voice bright and automatic. 

And you don’t look up at first, mind too occupied on your tasks, but then—

“Uh, hi. I—oh, no, you first. Wait— oh, okay.”

That voice. It lilts over the chatter, low and sweet like something you’ve heard all your life.

You turn instinctively, and there he is—standing awkwardly in the entryway, looking like he’s just wandered off a postcard. Blondie, with his damp hair curling at the ends, a stripe of sand on his forearm, like he didn’t quite get it all off. He’s holding the door open for an older couple, sweet boyish grin across his face as they thank him.

He’s swapped out the lifeguard uniform for a thin cotton shirt, and a puka shell necklace.

You blink, fingers tightening around the tray. You wonder by what twist of fate you’ve managed to run into him again.

“Hey, table four’s waiting on their drinks,” Claire calls, snapping you out of it.

“Right, yeah.” 

You drop your gaze, forcing yourself to focus as you slip between tables, pretending the sight of him doesn’t tie your stomach into some ridiculous knot.

It’s not even like he’ll recognise me, you tell yourself as you weave between tables, dropping drinks off at one and sliding a basket of fries onto another. But when you glance back towards the door, you catch him talking to Claire at the register, and your pulse trips over itself.

You head back toward the counter, heart sinking with every step, trying to avoid his gaze, save yourself from any possible embarrassment, say you trip over your own feet or say something utterly stupid.

But Blondie’s perceptive, apparently, just as he’s about to turn away, he does a double take, like he wasn’t expecting you to be here, like maybe he’s not even sure it’s really you. His brows pinch slightly, lips parting as he huffs an amused breath.

“Guess Malibu’s smaller than I thought,” his voice is smooth where you feel jittery all over.

Claire’s brows shoot up, and you wish the ground would swallow you whole.

“Oh, so you two know each other?” 

He glances at you again, that stupid smile on his lips. “Yeah.”

“No,” you blurt at the same time, you turn to fiddle with the drinks machine to hide the blush on your cheeks. “Well not really,” you mumble.

Leon’s mouth quirks into the faintest of smiles, like you’ve confirmed some suspicion of his. “That clears things up.”

“I don’t know you,” you mumble, more to yourself than him, though it doesn’t sound nearly as dismissive as you’d hoped. It’s true in half, you don’t know him. Don’t even know his name yet. But why then does it feel like you’ve inexplicably known him forever?

“You could,” he offers, voice light, but his expression betrays him—like his own boldness catches him off guard. 

You bite back a smile. “Don’t push it.”

“You’re holding up the line,” Claire chimes in, all too entertained by whatever this is.

There is no line, unless you count the kids loitering by the counter, trying to nonchalantly steal more straws to build their makeshift tower.

Blondie raises his hands as if in surrender, “alright, well what do you suggest?” And he’s looking at you when he asks. 

God, damn him and those eyes. He has a way of making you feel like the center of the world. You clear your throat, slipping back into safe, scripted territory. “We have the best shrimp tacos on this stretch of the PCH,” you say, repeating the slogan on the chalkboard outside with practiced ease.

His smile softens, like maybe he finds your delivery a little more amusing than convincing. “Sure. Shrimp tacos it is.”

Claire rings him up, and he reaches into the pocket of his board shorts, presumably for his wallet, but before he turns away, he hesitates briefly. “Actually— I was wondering if I could ask a favour.”

You quirk a brow. “Uhuh?”

“Was wondering if you could, y’know… show me a few moves.”

You blink. “Moves?”

“Surfing,” he clarifies. 

“You don’t need my help, you’re already great.” You chuckle softly, not exactly sure what to do to hide the heat creeping up your neck now.

His mouth twitches, as if fighting another one of his stupid smirks. “How’d you come to that conclusion?”

“Oh… uh,” You rub the back of your neck, suddenly regretting your words. “This morning. At the cove.”

His lips part slightly before he lets out a short, incredulous laugh. “Malibu can’t be this small.”

“You’re telling me.”

“Anyway, yes or no?”

You narrow your eyes a little, “What’s in it for me?”

He doesn’t miss a beat. “You owe me one don’t you, for your board? Unless you’re scared of a little challenge.”

You scoff at that. “Oh, watch it, Blondie.”

The grin lingers, easy and teasing. “It’s Leon,” and something about his voice softens. “You can call me Leon. And you?”

You don’t answer right away, caught up in the way his name rings around your head, the way it suits him somehow—like salt air and early mornings and something easy.

His lips press together, “Alright then,” he murmurs, pushing back from the counter, his eyes still on you. “Keep your secrets, sunshine.”

You roll your eyes but don’t fight the smile that tugs at the corner of your mouth.

His order is up in five, and when you slide the basket of tacos across the counter, there’s a napkin tucked underneath—your name scrawled across it in quick, slightly smudged ink, punctuated with a little smiley face.

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Taste was so good… you did in fact nibble a lot

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࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ choi su-bong (thanos) x fem!reader

warnings: violence, mentions of drugs, cursing, teasing, fluff, angst, suggestiveness & thanos flirting 😂

summary: you get teamed up with none other than the legend ‘thanos’ and he’s almost as insufferable as you imagined

authore’s note: ngl i ain’t fw thanos at first, he was an annoying ass druggie and namgyu was a fucking follower with no mind of his own.. but they both grew on me unfortunately and i kinda love them LMAOO

“The second game will begin momentarily” the voice of the loud speaker rang through your ears.

You let out a loud sigh. You should be home right now, in the comfort of your own peace and presence.

But no, you weren’t because a bunch of dumbasses were so money hungry. You looked down at the red ‘X’ patch at the corner of your jacket. A reminder of the fucked up position you were in. A reminder that you might not make it out.

Your heart stung a bit at the thought before chaos caught you out of your trance.

“You fucking asshole!” a male voice angrily spoke.

You turned your head to see player ‘333’ and a purple haired guy getting into it. Him and his friend tag teamed on the man.

You winced when player ‘124’ held him back as the purple haired guy punched him right in the face. You rolled your eyes at their behavior, were they seriously gonna jump him?

If there was anything you hated more than an idiot it was a bully. You couldn’t grasp the fact that there was people out there who would pick on others just because they did something that has nothing to do with them. You would never give a bitch the time of day.

A laugh left your lips when an older man approached the scene. Player ‘001’ saved the day as he fought against the duo and essentially saved player ‘333’ from his beating.

After that… mess. The second game started. Everyone was required to join groups of five. You were off to the side waiting for gravity to pull you towards a group. You were never good with these things. Anxiety and fear of rejection constantly holding you back.

“What about her?” you heard a murmur only a few feet away from you.

Your attention was caught and you turned your head to look behind you. You caught sight of a group of four looking at you.

A shy player ‘125’ was the one who pointed at you. You observed his group. It was him, he looked really shy as he stood there, like he somehow didn’t belong but the woman next to him ‘380’ stood protectively and made him somewhat comfortable. The other two were the most annoying people in here.

‘Fuck no’ you thought as the group of four slowly approached you.

So this just HAD to be the group that gravitated towards you.

“Hi” player ‘125’ waved at you shyly before looking at ‘380’ essentially waiting for her to pop the big question.

“Join our group?” she softly smiled.

You peeped behind them at the two crackheads who were all up in each others face giggling clearly on something, or maybe they were just naturally like that.

The two pleaded at you as they were clearly the only normal ones out of their group. Your eyes flickered between them, they even gave you those puppy sympathy eyes that made you feel bad so..

“Yes, not like I have much of an option anyway” you murmured that last part under your breath but clearly they heard it as they both let out chuckles of relief.

Everyone learned that you guys would be playing five games, hence why their needed to be five people in each group. After the robot like woman voice explained the directions, it was time to decide who would be playing each game.

“Let me take ddakji, I did pretty good when I played with the salesman” you shrugged as you were the first one to speak in the group

Players ‘125’ and ‘380’ nodded at you in agreement with your choice before discussing what they were gonna play

“And what if I wanted to play ddakji, señorita?” an annoyingly flirtatious voice caught your attention.

You rolled your eyes “Well I picked it first so deal with it”

Thanos smirked at you “Ouu, you’re a feisty one, I like that” he playfully growled at you.

This man… he better pray those guards take him out before you do.

“Fuck off weirdo” you cringed at his actions.

He laughed at you “I’m just messing with you girl” he paused to take a good look at you. His eyes trailed up and body your seated body. Your hair was laid neatly on top of your head. But what caught his eye were your lips.

“You have pretty lips” he whispered leaning towards you crouched as he kept his eyes locked onto your lips, occasionally back up at your eyes.

Your breath hitched as he inched closer. You took some time to observe his features too. You would definitely be lying to yourself if you said the man wasn’t attractive… because damn he was.

But every time he opened his mouth…

“Wonder how pretty the other ones are” he smirked causing you to let out an “Ughh” and with that you pushed him away from you before turning away angrily. The audacity of men.

But it wasn’t long until his puppet decided to get on someone’s nerves too. Apparently he was being rude to player ‘125’ who obviously had a hard time with sticking up for himself, he said something that caught ‘380’s ear and she wasn’t having it.

You took sides with the woman, obviously, and urged player ‘124’ to stop being annoying so your group could focus on winning and getting out of here.

“Bitch” he muttered under his breath

“Fuck you say?” you jolted your head towards him “I know you ain’t talkin’ all you do is follow around after that pervert” your sentence was cut short by the purple haired man shouting a “Hey!” in defense

“You’re the real bitch” you squinted your eyes at him

“Hey, hey calm down” player ‘380’ rubbed your back and slightly pulled you away before you smacked some sense into the men “he’s not worth it” she whispered

“Let’s just focus on winning, okay?” you nodded at her words, your temper cooling down

“What did I do?” Thanos held his arms up in a childlike manner as he frowned still not getting over your pervert comment.

“Shut up” you and player ‘380’ hissed at the same time

After a couple rounds of player participating, it was now time for your group to go. The tension from before was nothing compared to the one now. This was life or death — and none of you wanted to die.

Player ‘380’ who stood right next to you suddenly spoke up “Se-mi. My name’s Se-mi”

You were caught off guard by her sudden comment and you looked over at her. You could tell the girl was nervous as you felt her arm that was hooked around yours shake a little.

Before you could reassure her, player ‘125’ spoke up as well, “My name’s Min-su” the boy looked at the both of you with a sympathetic yet sad face.

You smiled softly at the duo before telling them your own name and looking at them with nothing but hope gleaming in your eyes “Guys, we can do this okay? I believe in the both of you”

“What about us?” the purple haired man spoke up at the sound of your voice causing you to roll your eyes

“Fuck you guys” you caught an attitude before checking yourself from the words you said before

“That’s not nice, señorita!” Thanos pointed at you firmly, the pills he popped before clearly kicking in.

“I believe in you guys too” you pressed your lips together at the two men with an encouraging nod

A few seconds later and it was time. Anxiety filling all of your bodies with each step you took — reminding yourself that you were closer to the finish line with each movement.

You were up first, taking the folded up red flap, with some quick motivation to yourself you used all your might to hit against athe blue one.

‘Passed’ was all you registered as you closed your eyes, too scared to see the results — a wave of relief washing over you

“LETSSS GO!!” you heard Thanos scream out

Se-mi and Min-su cheered you on before the five of you continued playing. Se-mi was a pro as she got hers on the first try as well. You guys were halfway done once youreached Min-su’s turn — four minutes left on the clock. You were definitely gonna make it.

“Get off him! We’re never gonna win as a team if we start to go against each other” you shouted at player ‘124’ as he shook Min-su for accidentally messing up during gonggi

“Yeah man” Thanos shoved him with a pout “don’t hurt Min-su, he’s trying just like the rest of us” he pointed around the room.

You slightly smiled before nodding your head at your team, reminding them that you guys work together — no matter what.

“I got your back my love!” Thanos of course ruined the moment with his poor flirting. You rolled your eyes at the air kisses he sent you with a big smile on his face.

And finally, it was over. After Thanos made the fifth hit and your group passed the finish line. It was a success. Everyone cheered as yet another group had the chance of making it out of here. The support meant everything and you could burst into tears of joy.

On the way back, the mini celebration continued. Se-mi and Min-su trailing ahead of you as they showered each other and you with compliments.

You smiled as you heard “You did amazing, where’d you learn to play like that?” from Min-su

You brushed them off as you went to go your separate ways as soon as you hit the dormitory. Not 100% ready to open up until you guys were officially out of here, if this previous game didn’t push people to leave you didn’t know what would.

“Hey! Señorita don’t go” the familiar voice followed behind you as you mad your way to your bunk

“What do you want?” you groaned completely exhausted by just his presence

“You” he protested with his arms crossed

“Well you don’t get everything you want in life! Isn’t that why you’re here in the first place?” you snapped

“You know I’m getting really sick of your attitude” he rushed towards you with sudden speed

“And I’m sick of YOU!” you gestured angrily towards him

“You don’t even fucking know me!” he raised his voice at you

“Oh and my life has been great up until this very moment” you tilted your head with a smirk

“Clearly not if you’re in here” he laughed in your face

“You’re so insufferable, go back to your little puppet”

“You know what” he chuckled angrily pressing his tongue on the inside of his cheek

Don’t even think about it…

“What?” you shoved him slightly pushing his buttons

“I HATE YOU” he looked down at you with an expression you couldn’t quite read — he was definitely lying

“I HATE YOU MORE!” you yelled just as loud as he did

“Why?” he tilted his head in frustration

“Because you’re a bully! You walk around here like you own the place, picking on people smaller than you”

“First of all, that little scamming motherfucker had it coming-” he pointed before you cut him off

“It doesn’t matter, you obviously don’t care about anyone but yourself!”

“And what if I don’t just care about myself” he looked you up and down with a bit of hesitation

“Then I’d honestly think you’re just a liar” you sighed

“I care about you” he suddenly spoke just above a whisper

“What? You don’t even know me” you rolled your eyes getting ready to throw yourself in the bed to end this conversation before you caught a migraine

“Then let me get to know you” his words made your heart stop for a second

It was depressing but not many people wanted to get to know you off rip. Your personality being too much for some people — you just didn’t take any shit.

“Goodbye Thanos” you were about to walk away

“I’m serious, let me take you out once we get outta here” okay now he was pushing it

“We?” you questioned with more aggression than what you intended

“Yes, we” he smiled placing a hand on your shoulder

“Ha, get back at me when you’re not high” you smiled back at him sarcastically

“This is me being serious, no drugs talking. I really am interested in you if you couldn’t tell” he tried his best at reassuring you

“Just yesterday you were flirting with another girl! Who died because YOU said something to her might I add, that sounds like bad juju” you shook your head at him

“Look, you clearly don’t believe me. So when it’s time to vote again, I’ll show you. I’m gonna change my vote to ‘X’ just to prove it” his words being nothing but sincere

“Mhm, you’d really do that?” you tilted your head

“For my future wife? Of course!” he put an arm over your shoulders. You couldn’t help but laugh at him, he was annoying but hilarious in his own way.

“We’ll see” you whispered in his ear

“Oh yes we will, my señorita” he smirked bringing you closer to his side as the two of you waited for voting to begin

i feel like this was more of a one sided enemies to lovers thing.. thanos is such an unserious character he cant even have any real enemies 😭 plus the man was on drugs most of the time

plus we all know y/n a baddie so who resisting that 🙄

and why is he kinda… i was giggling during some of these parts lol, this man really grew on me yall 😫😫💔

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[simp-ly-writes]

To Never Fearing Love

─────── · · Hate the Love That Drives Ambition (pt.3)

Pairing:Father!Silco x Mother!Reader, Jinx & Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: Your's and Silco's family decides to have a bonding day with the kids. Silco takes his son out for drinks at the bar as they learn more about one another and Jinx revels in having the love without conditions, motherly figure of you.

─ · · TAGS: female pronouns used, reader called 'mom/mother,' found family, fluff, miscommunication, emotional hurt/comfort, alcohol and smokes mentioned, swearing, happy ending, not beta read.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 2,400

─ · · A/N: don't know if anyone remembers this series lol but @juluina thank you for the ask in expanding this work (super sorry it took me so long to write heh... exams and work, you know?) hope you all enjoy!

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You and Silco quickly pulled away from one another at the sound of gags and coughs produced by your kids, Rhyker and Jinx. "Mom!" Rhyker shook his head in disgust while looking at the way Silco wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. "Dad, ew, stop it!" Jinx called out seeing as he kissed your forehead before letting go.

"I thought you wanted your mom and I back together, or am I mistaken?" Silco states in an all to calm tone, yellow-eye twitching between his son and daughter before casting a wink in your direction, more groans sounded. "I don't want this if you both are going to be so... so GROSS about it!" Jinx complains, twirling one of her braids and accidentally hitting Rhyker who picks up a couch cushion and slams it in her side with annoyance.

You sigh watching as your apartment slowly gets wrecked as Silco moves to the kitchen and pours himself a glass of Whiskey from your liquor cabinet. You raise your wine glass, clinking the two together before sitting back and watching the chaos unfold. "Could you imagine these two growing up alongside one another?" Silco asks before taking a long sip form his glass.

You think for a moment, turning to look at the side of Silco's face, "I think we would have gotten divorced, honestly." Silco chuckles, "You thought of us getting married?" he asks, a small smile tugging on the edge of his lips. You place your head on his shoulder, "sometimes... other times I fantasized about having your head above the mantel."

Silco's chuckle now turns to heavier laughs as his hand grips your knee, you shiver at the feeling of his gold cufflink hitting your skin, "you wouldn't be the first one to have that fantasy, darling but if I were to go out anyway... I would want you to do it more than anyone else." You don't know weather or not to feel flattered by that comment, simply leaving it to hang in the silence as Jinx kicks Rhyker in the shin, sending him falling to the rug before she tickles his sides. Tears well in his eyes before he pushes her off and ties her shoelaces together before running away.

"Do you ever fantasize about anything else?" Silco speaks in a deep tone just for your ears. You hum, placing your hand on top of his before gently feeling up his arm, threading your hand underneath his vest to rest upon his heart, feeling as it skips a beat. "I'll tell you if you make them happen-"

"LALALALALLALA" Jinx screams, pulling her ears and trying to run away in her tied-together shoes after Rhkyer. You close your eyes, listening to the door slam and the apartment go quiet... you didn't know weather or not to be appreciative or worried about what the kids were up to next.

Seemingly sensing your thoughts, Silco's hands rises up your leg- your breath hitching before hissing at your partner, "Silco," your voice stern and warning. "I'm sure they're fine. Now, are you able to get days off of work the official way? or should I... pursude?"

You remove your head from his shoulder, shaking it profusely, "none of that will be needed, sir." You wiggle a finger in his face, watching as he stares blankly at you but not moving to stop you, simply leaning back in his chair, head tilting to the side- admiring you.

His glass sits against his spread thigh, breathing slow and even as he watches you compose the letter and send it off through the slot within the apartment. "I think it would do us some good bonding with the children," Silco says off-handedly. You think through a day with Jinx in your head, letting her slow you around Zaun and you showing her around the nooks and alleys of Piltover... you smile, "I think thats a wonderful idea darling-"

"The only kind I come up with," Silco retorts to your scoff, "Mhmm sure, Silco and I'm pregnant and its not yours." Silco spits out his drink, slamming the glass against the table before standing, hands rigid behind his back as he looks down upon you, "say that again for me... slowly."

You stand your ground for a minute, watching as his eye twitches and wrinkles form against his forehead, "I'm fucking with you, now keep that ego in check or I may just have to... you know." Silco glares at you as he would one of his goons or business associates but having watched that cold glare be formed since the start, you are unwavering underneath it- smirking to his sigh as you celebrate your victory. "You're not going to make things easy, are you?"

"Easy for you and me, Silco?" you shake your head walking forwards to stand before him, running your hands up and down his chest, "never."

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The following day after you and Silco shared a bed after nearly twenty years apart... you had the best sleep of your life but were excited to get ready and go out with your new daughter. Jinx seemed more eggar than, bursting into the main bedroom and shaking you away.

"Out," Silcos groggy morning tone commanded, casting a glare to the blue-haired girl, watching as her shoulders dropped. "Silco!" you swatted his chest, moving away and patting a spot in the bed for her to sit beside you in which she gladly took, sticking her tongue out at her father-figure. "You're gonna be my favourite," Jinx says, wrapping her arms around you, cuddling into your side as you pat her back gently, "happy to hear it," you smile before seeing Rhyker in the doorway looking to Silco expectedly.

Silco leans his head back into the pillows, "I thought we were past the toddler stages," he mumbles to himself before moving closer to you leaving the edge of the bed empty for Rhyker to join the cuddle pile. Jinx smiles, staring up at the ceiling, "we're finally a family," she whispers to herself, your heart aches, subconsciously grabbing Silco's hand underneath the cover, squeezing it.

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The next day has you split with Jinx to share a mother-daughter day and Silco and Rhyker to have a father and son one. You both start in Zaun, knowing that (out of all places) to be the safest place for Jinx to walk around freely. She shows you all the changes since you had last talked a long walk around the undercity as you nod your head along, allowing her to drag you down alleyways and into various shops and bars.

To your shock she barges into Silcos office, you stand outside the doors peering in, feeling unsure of entering the space, memories flash over your mind of earlier days when you both were first building this empire... his empire... you shake your head of these thoughts, taking a step over the threshold with a withheld breath before startling once seeing a figure emerge from the darkness, smirking down at you, Sevkia.

"I would say I've missed you but then again, ever since you've appeared I've been working over-time trying to fill in Silco's boots," you open your mouth to apologize to the woman before feeling her hand clamp down on your shoulder. "I'm... happy you and the boss are on taking terms again... was a tough couple of decades." You nod your head apologetically before hearing Jinx's voice call you away.

Shaking her hand you part ways and follow after Jinx's call into Silco's room. You feel the sheets of his green silk covers and take a peek into his closet. Your heart thumps heavily in your chest at the sight of all your clothes left in the order you left them... and at the 'new' additions from old collections you admired in past catalogues. He remembered a silly thing like that, you think to yourself.

"Look here!" Jinx shouts, helping you up to the rafters and then up towards the roof. You look over the various nick knacks and gadgets she has stored within the various nooks and crannies of the space alongside her illustrations with intrigue.

"I spend most of my time here or in my lab but here a lot," she explains before pointing to the cityscape before you both. "Silco and I went to dinner for my 15th birthday there and that tailor shop he keeps in business since you used to be friends with the owners daughter and that pub is where I first got wasted and Silco had to carry me home and Oh!" you smile, watching as he face lights up and you feel her grab your arm, gripping it tightly as if worried you would be gone in the next moment.

You place a hand on top of hers, she pauses, looking down at it before looking up into your eyes, glossing over, "I-I'm really thankful for you, mom." You hold her cheeks in your hands, pressing your foreheads together, "I'll be here with you for as long as I can." You promise.

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Rhyker stood stiffly beside and equally stiff Silco at the bartop. They both had yet to look at one another and that that Rhyker thinks about it... they both had barley shared more than a few words.

Silco takes one long drag of his cigar, swirling the amber liquid in his glass as he places his arm against the wood counter and looks towards his son.

For anyone else, the long stare would have them wetting their pants and running but for Rhyker he stood taller, meeting his fathers gaze with his chin raised as he stared down the man absent for so much of his life.

"So... how'd you and mom meet?" Rhyer tries to start the conversation off with a topic he hopes is on the table. Silco squints his good eye, a crack begins to form at the side of his glass before he swings his head side to side contemplatively.

"We met like any other couples do, at a bar one night. I bought her a drink, said I liked the smell of her perfume, danced the night away and invited her home. One night turned to two, two to three and then she never left... or well, you get the rest," Silco responds, downing the rest of his drink before tapping for another.

Rhyker raises a brow at his words, shaking his head as his father offers his a drag from his cigar. "But when did you realize you loved her?"

"Never stopped," Silco quickly answered back, "now are you asking for advice or do you desire reading into your mom's and I's relationship that much..."

Rhyker frowns, eyebrows furrowed, "no, I think I'll know when. I'm just curious when you knew."

Silco hums, giving the bartender a nod as his glass gets refilled, "well, when someone like your mom holds you in the rain forsaking their own health in your time of need, I think the distinction between like and love becomes instantaneous- almost like the love was always there, no matter the time, place, or life before or after the moment."

"So you would love her in every lifetime?" Rhyker asks, adjusting his glasses while taking a sip from his glass. Silco stares at the wood top again, his dress shoe tapping against the tiled floors, "you sound like her father listening to 'give her away.'"

"I can't help but still feel... fearful of you."

Silco nods his head slowly before looking into his sons eyes, holding the stare before smirking, "fear is good in small doses but do not let it consume you. I made a vow never to feel that immense fear again and that includes ensuring I don't see you or your mother go again."

"Always have some wisdom to share don't you dad?" Rhyker smiles, mirroring Silcos expression as they knock shoulders. Silco scoffs before allowing a few laughs to leave his throat, "wisdom? no. But once you experience enough range of emotions you'll be finding your own words to describe the experiences some think to be left unexplainable."

Both men allow the words to fill the space in between them before Rhyker stirs feeling Silco's hand clamp down on his shoulder, "show me to your studies. If you're interested in how I think than I must know how you think."

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When the family all returns back home to your apartment, you order in take-out for the night as you all share your activities from the day. Jinx is first to jump to conversation, grabbing your hand excitedly as Silco chuckles, wrapping his arm over the back of your chair as he looks towards his daughter with a smile.

"Mom and I went to Zaun and-and I showed her my workspace and room. Then we did some graffiti, I never knew her to be so good at lettering- you really have to see for yourself! Anyways we also went to the diner and she got me this new necklace, the gemstone is only found at the bottom of oceans- how cool is that!" Jinx looks around the table, awaiting a just as engaged response as Rhyker nods, pulling on one of her braids with a smile.

"Good to know you had fun Blue," he teases, "me and dad drank and smoked together before he helped me with my homework-"

"Silco! you. did. not." You turn slowly in your partners hold, glaring at his nonchalant expression. "You said to bond, he did something I liked to do, I did something he liked to do... I see no wrong in it, darling."

You scoff, shaking your head, "Rhkyer you best know what side-effects those bring and-"

Rhyker sighs, "mom I was teasing. I only had one drink and didn't smoke, I promise." You glare at your son, analyzing his expression for any signs of deceit before nodding and placing a hand on Silco's knee.

"I swear you all are going to be the death of me," you mumble into your glass as Silco squeezes your shoulder, leaning over to whisper into your ear and your kids begin their own conversation across from you both, "I would follow after you just the same."

"you're proving my point further, Silco."

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[samovar225]

Happy Birthday Pizza Tower!

I love this game, and especially the people I've interacted with at least a little bit during my time in this community.

and since such congratulations are the only way to at least "communicate" a little with my favorite artists, ftiends then why not..

@saltplane when i first saw your art on pinterest i was very inspired, i remember that art helped me draw Pizzahead for the first time😭😭plus, you are one of those people thanks to whom I stopped being ashamed of my favorite ship, and post mly first post about it, I didn't think you'd notice it, but when it finally happened I was overjoyed

@tinybubble330 I really like your OCs and headcanons, which surprisingly almost always match mine, I adore your drawing style and I remember how happy I was when you first reblogged my post... to be honest, I'm ashamed to say this, but I squealed like a little girl.

@bigboybird words can't describe how much you helped me one day, and I'm damn grateful to you for everything you've done for me and the whole community, thank you so much for everything!you are very cool🫐

@choco0ne I just love your Peppizza art!❤️❤️

@delta-muy don't stalk me, I'm right at your doorstep with a bouquet of flowers and candy, I love you little fox

@megil0pedro Bro, I swear we're going to blow up this dude's house, we just have to wait a little while until it becomes legal.

@alextydaisuda123 THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE FIRST ART TRADE!!

@gggiiidd I understand that you may not see it right away, but despite all the hardships, you will cope! I promise, everything will be fine!❤️in the end I had the same situation and everything worked out in the end..

Remember that even if I didn't tag you, you are still a wonderful person and an artist! um.. even if you are not an artist. anyway, have a great day everyone and I share with you my favorite blueberries🫐🫐🫐

plus I'll add that I want to take a break from tumblr, I don't know for how long, but for a couple of days for sure, everyone I told in response to the questions: don't panic! I'll answer everything, I just don't have any strength left right now(

[ninguitar]

LOVE ON A WIRE.　 16. i got that dawg in me wc. 6OO+

❛ megan has never, ever wanted anything as bad in her life, until you—an underground singer and songwriter, is unemployed, and the textbook definition of a loser—stroll into her heart and her life. matter of fact, what happens when she accidentally replies to your thirst-traps that were a rebounding joke after a rough break-up, on twitter, and on the katseye account? ❜

a sigh drifts from your lips, as you tuck one of your hands into your pocket, with your other hand remaining glued to your phone. worry lines crease your forehead, as you try to navigate around the vast building of hybe's. too immersed in trying to spam yunjin for directions—your eyes fixated on your phone—you hadn't realized the metal pole that stood in front of you.

WHAM!

you slam face-first into the cold metal, muffled curses falling shortly from your lips. staggering back, you clutch your bag, blinking rapidly to try to process what happened. and for a fleeting moment, the world spins around you, your eyes narrowing.

"shit— are you good?" a girl rushes to your side, approaching with wide, concerned eyes. ginger hair falls into your line of view, as you bite the inside of your cheek, wishing the ground could swallow you whole. with stunned eyes, you manage to let out a hum of agreement, gingerly laughing it off.

"no, yeah, i'm good," you mumble, "better than ever." and rubbing the back of your neck, you regain your momentum, your eyes locking with the girl standing before you. your eyes widen, and heat curls at your cheeks, as your gaze flickers up; it was megan.

a soft chuckle escapes her breath, the chinese girl shaking her head, "what are you doing here anyway?" her hand intertwines with your own, as she helps you up, her arm slinging around your shoulder. "didn't know you wrote for hybe too." you let a giggle slip past your lips, your body unconsciously relaxing against the ginger-headed girl.

"sometimes," you shrug sheepishly, your eyes slowly gaining its vision back, and your hand reaches out to megan's hand to steady yourself. she laughs lightly, a gentle smile tugging her lips, as she draws patterns on your shoulder.

"cool, cool," the chinese girl hums softly, "where are you goin'?" she leads you around the hall.

your face heats up, "some studio room that i haven't found yet," your voice barely above a whisper, as you struggle to remain eye contact with the chinese girl. you shift your balance from foot-to-foot, hoping the situation wouldn't get any worse it already was.

megan chuckles, coaxing softly, "then i'm sure it wouldn't hurt if you tagged along with me for a little, right?" nudging your shoulder, she flashes an ear-to-ear grin at you, making your knees buckle, and of course, you immediately nod—too enamored by the girl to even decline. you tuck your hands into your pant's pockets, as she keeps her arm wrapped around your shoulder tenderly.

"so, do you have practice today?" you ask, strolling around the halls, as you softly hum under your breath. your head turns to look at megan, your gaze unconsciously fixating on her lips, before you realize, your mind already berating yourself.

"not exactly, just some stuff here and there," she shrugs, patting your shoulder playfully.

a chuckle falls shortly from your lips, as you shake your head, "is that code for 'i can't tell you'?" you raise your brow, your eye looking at the ginger-headed girl from your peripheral view.

she shrugs, laughing lightly, "maybe."

reaching the door of the studio room, you lean against the threshold of the door, humming under your breath. heat flares at your cheek, as you mumble, "thanks for helping me up." you lightly laugh to avoid your embarrassment from rising further. she nods, a gentle smile tugging her lips, "of course, anything for a friend."

before you could wave good bye to megan, the door abruptly clicks open, a hand sticking out to take yours in. confusion washes over your face, as you greet the staff, shaking their hand, while your eyes slowly widen. shit—you were working with katseye on a new song. and likewise, the same dumbfounded, agape expression washes over megan's face.

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[chelzaa]

I didn’t think people would perceive others as their pfp , like that’s such an interesting thing !!

anyways, I am NOT lil peep 😭 I’m an autistic black girl who’s obsessed with his music tho ! I have peak a boo pink hair in honor of lil peep , I’m 1m70 ( I don’t do inches) and I am obsessed with lego and I have brown eyes. I also major in baking , my goal is to open a bakery one day !!

fun fact about me : I went bald almost four years ago because my hair kept testing me 😆.

thank you @chaos-4baby for tagging me <33

If you have a real life person as your pfp, I don't care if it's Taylor Swift or something, my subconscious will assume you look like that irl. Sometimes my subconscious even assumes that I look like my pfp irl. And if your pfp is not a real life person... Tbh my subconscious still assumes you look like that irl.

You know what, tag yourself... How close in appearance do you think you are to your pfp? Interpret how you will

[libbythatcherssecretgf]

Vacation

Libby Thatcher x fem! reader

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Synopsis: Libby & you have been dating for a handful of years now. The kids were all now out of the house for the summer. So the two of you take a much needed vacation getaway.

Content Warning: established relationship, vacation, yearning, t!t play, n!pple play, vag!nal f!ngering, 😸 munching, b0ttom Libby!

Minors DNI

[ This took me way longer then it should have. I’m not editing to, because I’m over it. But I hope you all enjoy it! As always, please keep your comments or suggestions in public areas. As I do not accept DM’s regarding nsfw content at all. Thank you! Enjoy! 💋]

tagged peeps: @imorynn @ahsfan05 @alittlewitchyone @im-a-carnivorous-plant

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Summer 1997

When you stepped out of the bathroom, you didn’t bother to put clothes on. They weren’t going to stay on for long anyway, so there wasn’t really a point to it. Drying you body off, before putting on the fancy hotel deodorants and perfumes. Then drying and brushing your hair just to get the knots out.

“Baby, you’re taking an awful long time in there.”

Libby’s soft voice calls out from the main portion of the hotel room.

“Just a minute!”

You say quickly, scrambling to finish getting yourself presentable for your lover. Then sauntering out of the bathroom, with the towel covering your body. Smiling at the expression on her face when she see’s you. But she was stark naked as well, her brown curls caressing her newly tan skin at the shoulder. Making you inhale a sharp breathe.

“You look absolutely gorgeous. As always” you say in a soft voice, too distracted at the view to care when it cracks.

She laughs, tilting her head back exposing more of herself to you. Before catching her breathe and gesturing for you to come to her. Which you happily too. Crawling on the bed to her, meeting her halfway by connecting your lips. The kiss deepens and Libby gently holds the back of your head to keep you in place. Meanwhile you hook your arm around her back, while the free one holds yourself up.

It doesn’t last long like that however, this was the first time in months that you both had the opportunity to make love, neither of you were going to waste a minute.

You make out lavishly, taking your time exploring eachothers mouths. Your tongues meeting and dancing together, in a rhythm only the both of you knew. It was warm and sweet, basking in the taste of eachothers mouths. Most of the time knowaeays the little sex the both of you had, to be quick and to the point.

But now, here with her. You could simply relax, enjoying the time. Drawing it out, teasing eachother, making eachother even more needy. You had a week to explore eachothers bodies without interruption. You certainly were not going to waste any opportunity to show how much you loved the woman you married.

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After many moments of making out with her, you break the connection of yours lips. Pressing firm, although tender kisses from the corner of her mouth to where her jaw meets her ear.

"Lay down honey, let me take care of you." you breathe out in a low & seductive tone.

Libby lets out a shaky breathe, nodding her head while moving back to lay her head against the pillow. Looking up at you, with those big expressive eyes of hers.

One thing you especially adore about Libby, was how doe like and expressive her eyes are. Her emotions are worn through them, every thought, every feeling. Is portrayed through those chocolate eyes.

With an amused smile you start leaving open mouthed, sloppy kisses down her throat. Making your way down her body, only stopping at the swell of her voluminous breasts to stay special attention to the tender flesh. After three children, they were very sensitive. Which was all the more fun for you. It made her easier to tease.

Beginning to use the top of your tongue to tease her areola, reveling in the surprised whimper she tells out. Her body involuntarily jolting upward a bit towards your mouth. While you take your nipple in her mouth, beginning to roll it between your lips. The noises she's making only egging you on to keep it up.

Libby had always been a good lay, to put it in a trashy but somewhat respectable way. She was rusty at her abilities of sleeping with woman, because of her marriage to drew. Thought she certainly knew her way around the female body.

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"Ooohh. That feels so good baby. Keep going."

Fuck. Her voice low, grovily, laced with pleasure and affection. God, it's like music to your ears. Turning your gaze upwards, adjusting your neck so you can see the look on her face.

Her head is thrown backwards, mouth slightly open and her eyes closed. She looked like she was in utter bliss, and you have barely begun to pleasure her body. Tracing your hand against her now tanned skin, from her sides, down her sternum and resting on her thighs. Moving your mouth to her other nipple and teasing it. Taking it between your teeth gently, pulling at it with finesse. You knew her body, you knew what she liked, what felt good for her.

The way her body withered under you causing the familiar warmth spreading through your core, pooling in your stomach like molten lava. You’re inner thighs being to become slick & wet from your own desires. However, this round of passion wasn’t for you. You’re wife was the focus of all your arousal.

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Your hands knead the soft flesh of her perfect breasts, that fit in your hand like they were meant to be there. While your hands keep the pleasure that goes with her nipples going. You trail languid kisses down, lower and lower. Paying special attention to the softness of her belly. After giving birth to three babies, her body showed it. Only making her body more beautiful, more powerful.

“You’re so beautiful, libs. A natural born muse.”

Your voice is muffled against her skin, your mouth pooling with saliva somewhat. While you feel her hand to rest against the back of your head, brushing your hair out of your face.

“I never get sick of hearing you say it” God, she’s still using that honey like voice.

That only adds fuel to the fire, while you move yourself down between her legs. Rubbing her inner thighs gently to help her relax. Kissing the tender flesh just above her vu!va. Causing her to let out a small moan. You carefully collect her arousal on your fingers. Using it to circle her c!it in regular motions. Increasing the pace once she gets used to the sensation. Her thighs gently clenching around your hand.

“Shhh, that’s it. I missed touching your pretty c!it, taking my time to watch you come undone.”

Her body begins to arch, while her breathing becomes more ragged. You remove your fingers from her c!it and slide one inside her. Feeling the stretch & warmth all the way to your knuckle. Once she gets used to the sensation, you slip a second finger in. Beginning to lick at the folds of her labia. Her legs quiver, she inhaled sharply.

“That’s it. Relax baby.”

You purr while sliding a second finger sinking back to your knuckles inside her, and curling your fingers to feel her g spot. Using your finger tips to stimulate the sensitive flesh. Having to use your other hand to hold her hips down, because she keeps moving. Eventually picking up your pace, her own arousal acting as the lubricant you need.

Before long, her walks began tightening and she was coming undo. Hard. She was loud, it was no secret. If the walls were thin, they guests next door certainly heard her moans & screams. Eventually turned to whimpers when she started getting overstimulated. Listening to cues, you gently slide your fingers out of her. Placing gentle kisses to the soft flesh of her stomach.

“Oh god, I needed that.”

You smirk, and look up at her.

“I’m glad I could be of assistance.”

She rolls her eyes, scoffs. Not moving though, or many any effort to actually show she was annoyed. Her breathing was still labored and erratic. Her belly still pooled with that sore & tingly feeling she gets after a good orgasm. You gently massage up and down her legs, giving her time to recollect herself.

With each breathe her breasts rose, your eyes tracing over her chest to her rib cage. The look of her tanned skin, her freckles, her stretch marks. All of it was so beautiful. Your useless sapphic brain, appreciated every part of her body. You begin pressing hot, open mouth kisses against her stomach and thighs.

“You’re a tease”

Another smirk crosses your lips, you enjoyed this more then anything. Taking care of your lady was the highlight of your day. So naturally you connected your mouth to her pussy lips. Licking strips up and down, as she withers under you. Your nose bumping against her c!it while you snake your tongue inside her. Your hands making there way to her behind, and holding her against your mouth.

Her hand comes to the back of your head, fingers laced into your hair. Gripping your scalp tighter the deeper your tongue explores, and the harder you press. Massaging your hands against her butt, while she’s gripping your hair harder. The burning sensation against your scalp only further increases your need to get her off.

The tangy taste that reaches your tongue, after her thighs clench against the side of your head. Almost suffocating you, damn, what a way to go. Indicated that she had another, even more intense orgasm. Your face was now wet with her slick, and your pupils were blown out. Pulling away, and looking at her like a rabid animal.

“Fuck baby- I missed this.”

[leafofkudzu]

Happy Lunar New Year, everyone! Though it's not quite a snake per se, the Great Jungle Wurm sends its regards from over in Caledon Forest! It feels like it's been forever since we've been to a sylvari area, so how about we go pay it a visit, and then hang out with the Soundless over on the Weeping Isle? That's right: the first Saturday of a new month fast approaches, which mean it's time for another art party hosted by my guild, [VS] Verdant Shield!

A concept carried over from Final Fantasy XIV, art parties are in-game get-togethers for artists of all kinds to hang out, chat, and create together! For GW2 parties there’s more of an emphasis on hanging out and gathering references during the party itself, and then in the days/weeks following to work on your creations at your own pace and then post to the shared art party tag. We’ve used the same one (#VSArtParty) since the very beginning so you can go allll the way back and explore what people have made! The most important thing to keep in mind though is this: the ‘goal’ of an art party isn’t to be drawn, but to draw others, and share with the community!

Time and /squadjoin information is below the cut, but will also be posted again on the day of the party as squads go up!

Location Information:

The Weeping Isle is a nice and accessible open area, with lots of room for water activities too if anyone wants to bust out a skiff or two! Just head Southwest from Mabon Waypoint and you're there - no funny business needed! It may be in your best interest to turn down your NPC dialogue volume if you stay on land though...

Time & Squad Details:

As is customary, we’ll be having two parties - the first one on EU servers and the second on NA - with an hour break in between for those who may want to attend both!

The EU server party will begin at 9pm Central European Time (aka 3pm Eastern Standard Time or 4 hours before in-game reset). I’ll be hosting this one on my EU alt account, so please either /whisper or /squadjoin Aemryn of Noon for a taxi invite if you don’t end up on the right map!

The NA server party will begin 1 hour after the EU party’s official end, at 7pm Eastern Standard Time (aka 1am Central European Time or at in-game reset). I’ll be on my main account for this one and may switch ‘host’ characters a few times, but please /whisper or /squadjoin Brasyck for a taxi invite if you don’t see my customary white cat tag hanging around on your map!

Closing Words:

I do feel like I'm always apologizing for being late on these posts, but here I am doing it again: sorry for the delay! Expect me to reblog this a few times before the end of the week just to compensate for my weird posting time since this is also...uhhh.....1am for me as I post this? Whoops. Anyway!

Thank you so much to everyone who came out to the anniversary party last month, it was so much fun! Even with my procrastination I still hope to keep these monthly parties happening for as long as people are interested - after all, you guys are what make them special! Take care of yourselves, and I'll see you all this Saturday! ♥

[itadores]

note: hi friends <3 l&ds has me in a chokehold rn

pairing: zayne x gn!reader

word count: 1k

tags: gender neutral reader, alcohol / alcohol intoxication, reader can fit into zayne’s coat, reader isn't explicitly mc

You exit the nightclub with a stumble. Goosebumps erupt all over your exposed skin, but the cool air is a welcome reprieve from the stuffiness of the crowd of sweaty bodies that you've just escaped. You suck in a deep breath, closing your eyes for a moment, and bask in the sensation of the crisp air against your heated skin. As much as clubbing with your friends is a fun affair, it feels nice to be free from the lively environment. The chatter of your friends nearby prompts you to open your eyes once more.

"It's so cold out," one of your friends complains, louder than necessary due to the alcohol in her system. Her arms are tightly folded across her body as she shivers. She murmurs her thanks to one of your other friends as they take it upon themselves to rub their hands up and down her bare arms to create some warmth. Her attention then turns to you. "Is your boyfriend here yet?" she whines.

"Hold on, let me see where he is." You slip your phone out of your pocket, checking to see if you've received any new messages. It takes you a moment to register what the words swimming on the screen are saying as you read over the latest text you’ve gotten from your boyfriend. You send a quick and hopefully coherent reply back to him before you put your phone back in its place. "He should be here any minute now. Let's go wait by the curb, so he can see us."

Your friends follow you like ducklings as you weave your way through the groups of people standing around and conversing outside the nightclub, leading them towards the edge of the sidewalk by the road to wait. Your eyes scan the street, waiting for the sight of a familiar car to enter your view. When it inevitably does, you perk up immediately.

"He's here!"

Zayne pulls right up to the curb next to you, putting the car in park but leaving it running before he gets out to join you and your gaggle of friends on the sidewalk.

"Hi Zaynie."

A weight suddenly eases onto your shoulders.

“You’ll catch a cold wearing just that," Zayne says in lieu of a greeting.

"I'm not that cold," you protest, pouting, but you clumsily slip your arms through the sleeves of his coat anyways.

You truly aren’t that cold, the liquor in your system doing more than enough to keep you warm, but you know that Zayne won’t let you refuse him, especially if you were to provide him with that as your excuse. Besides, Zayne's coat is much too comfortable to turn down. You bring the collar up to your nose and inhale, the familiar scent of Zayne’s cologne washing over you.

Zayne exchanges brief pleasantries with your friends before opening the car door to the backseat, allowing them to clamor inside his vehicle. He gently closes the door once he's sure they're all safely inside and then moves to open the door to the passenger seat for you.

Zayne pauses when you place your hand over the back of his, which rests on the door handle of the car.

"Thanks for picking us up again, Zayne. I know you must be really tired after such a busy week at the hospital and I know they," you toss a sideways glance at your rowdy friends in the car, who can easily be heard from outside of the car despite the windows being all the way up, "can be a lot sometimes, especially when they're drunk."

You turn your attention back to Zayne.

"I'm also drunk," you say as if it's not so incredibly apparent. It feels necessary for you tell him.

"I know," Zayne says. A small smile rests on his lips. He takes his hand off the door handle and flips his palm over to press against yours, holding your hand loosely. "I would not have offered to pick you and your friends up if I was unwilling to do so." He squeezes your hand gently. "What's most important is that you all enjoyed yourselves."

You pull your clasped hands closer to you as you lean the upper half of your body against Zayne’s side. "I had fun, but I'm glad to be here with you," you say, resting your chin against his arm as you peer up at him, your eyelids heavy. “I missed you.”

“How honest of you,” Zayne dryly remarks, though the warmth of his gaze betrays his fondness. He leans down and presses a delicate kiss to your forehead. “I missed you as well,” he murmurs against your skin. You lean further into Zayne’s touch, eyes slipping closed in contentment.

However, that all shatters soon enough.

“Let’s go, lovebirds!” your friends shout, sticking their heads out of the now fully rolled down backseat window. They motion for you to get in the car.

You loudly groan, pressing your forehead into Zayne’s shoulder. “If we ignore them, you think they’ll go away?” you mumble.

“Hey, we heard that!”

Zayne gives your hand a gentle squeeze. “Let’s get your friends home safely and then we can go home ourselves. I picked up food earlier this evening from that place you like to frequent. I can reheat it for you when we get back.” Zayne lets go of your hand and opens the passenger door for you.

“I love you so much. You’re the best, thank you,” you say, giving Zayne a kiss on the cheek before you climb inside the car with his assistance.

“Of course.”

Zayne closes the door once he’s sure you’re completely inside the vehicle. He observes the way you immediately turn in your seat to face your friends in the back row, quietly chuckling to himself as you do your best to shut down their teasing about how lovesick you are for him.

Zayne walks around to the driver’s side of his car, placing his hand on the handle. If only your friends knew the truth. If they were aware of the depth of the love and care he feels towards you, they would surely be calling him lovesick as well. Perhaps, they already have an idea of the strength of his affections for you. After all, he’s not willing to play chauffeur for people around Linkon City at the request of just anybody.