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summary: beaten down by the world, you thank zayne for being the only one who does the opposite instead. pairing: zayne x non!mc reader tags: angst, fluff, comfort!!!!, self deprecation, insecure!reader, non!mc fem!reader, domestic, emotional turmoil taglist: @xinghuisknight, @hirayalia, @violasepals, @snowyfishes, @mrsqins, @txtworlddom @thewrldx a/n: this is a request made by my lovely snowcrow anon! and also first work after hiatus. i sincerely hope it delivers. as i was done writing i realised it wasn't in the conventional format but this is the snowypi special so i hope you enjoy regardless! also the cologne is canon; versace pour homme dylan blue
The faucet leaks gently onto the sink, a rhythmic tap-tap-tap echoing off of the walls. Your knuckles are turning white with how tightly you're gripping the porcelain. The stone digs into your palms almost painfully. You still don't let go. The bathroom mirror is fogged over. Your silhouette is a cloud of colours under texture, blending with the smooth monotone tiles of the walls. It looked like how you felt: a swirl of hues lacking detail and vigour, not clear enough to see. Not clear enough for anything, really. Just not enough. Never enough. You bite your lip as saltine droplets pool over your lash line. The steady sink slips from under your grip and you stumble, stepping back just in time to avoid a fall.
Stupid.
Stupid stupid stupid-
A loud ringtone resounds in your ear right as you close the bathroom door. The phone is heavy in your hands, your footfalls even heavier. Sliding up against a couch pillow, you clear your throat and muster something other than a tear-streaked scowl as you glance at the Caller ID.
…Zayne?
The dam nearly breaks twice. There's a dull throb in your head as you hold back the sobs, throat constricting painfully. These tears were different, though. You could count on one hand the number of people in your life who had ever made you feel like you were someone worth more than an afterthought. Someone worth more than being categorised as a simple existence in a sea of mediocrity dubbed by social conventions.
Someone worth more than being thought of as less, if thought of at all.
You watch as the melody from your phone ebbs away and your screen darkens— before brightening almost immediately, ringtone louder than ever.
You're quick to swipe on green this time.
Zayne's dulcet voice is laced with concern. "You didn't pick up my call. Are you upset?"
Trying to mask the roughness of your vocal chords, you reply softly. "Don’t worry about it. There’s, um, there’s something I need to tell you, though."
"I'm on my way home. If it is serious we should talk about it in person."
“O-oh,” you stutter, deftly wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. Hold it together. “Okay.”
“See you soon, my love.”
"See you soon, Zaynie."
Barely ten minutes pass before you hear the mechanical clicks of your front door unlocking. You wave from the couch, lips stretched in a smile. Zayne beelines straight for your general direction, shrugging off his coat while pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. You can’t help but giggle when you feel him nudge a warm drink into your palm.
“Coffee at 10PM?”
He sidles up beside you, holding an identical paper cup. “This is hot chocolate from that French bakery you like.”
“Did you get this before or after you assumed we were going to have a serious talk?”
A small smile plays on his lips. “Before, of course.”
You laugh. “Of course.”
There is a peaceful silence that follows, broken momentarily by the soft shuffle of the paper cup as you bring it to your lips. The dense chocolate bursts on your tongue, thick and gooey. It warms you from the inside out like a tender caress, easing the soreness of your throat and the cold that had settled in your chest.
Sinking deeper into the couch, you catch Zayne's expectant gaze.
"Right, so...I just…I just wanted to say thank you, you know?" You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to meet his eyes. "Thank you for always being so… appreciative. So affectionate and so kind to me. You love me in a way that's like— like this warm hug I can just melt in— and I'm so thankful, Zayne. It means everything to me."
You mean this so sincerely that you can feel the return of the waterworks. Blinking away the intruders, you bite your lip to focus on a different sensation.
“It just… It just always feels like everyone around me thinks I’m this…substandard sort of person. And maybe I am?”
Zayne gazes at you with all the softness of the world, listening intently.
“I feel like I'm bad at everything I do, if not terrible, and I don’t know if I’ve even been like more than average at anything but when I’m with you, it’s like none of that even matters." Cradling the paper cup, you thumb at the protective lining, feeling the seams of the fragile cardboard. “You’re the only one who makes me feel this way. And– and I just wanted to say thank you for that. Thank you so much, Zayne. That's all.” Pursing your lips, you take a nervous sip of the hot chocolate. It's lukewarm now. You feel the softer tendrils of warmth ebb away to a quiet frost. You steal a look at the man beside you, only to be met with an expression that's utterly unreadable. The soft smile he was sporting prior is absolutely wiped from his face. Did you do something wrong? You shift your gaze to the paper cup, and then to the TV console. Hell, you could hear the cicadas outside. This silence, characteristic as it was, felt more like an anvil being dropped on your chest than anything.
There's one thing left to do. Damage control.
You mentally gear up, ready to dismiss the depth of your confession and repackage it's message— but Zayne beats you to it.
"Y/N,"
Uh oh.
"Yeah?"
His voice is laced with a sternness you don't often get to hear. "How long have you been carrying such a fallacious belief?"
"I...uh, I wouldn't say it's a just a belief? This is how it's always been, Zayne."
He quietly slips his slender fingers into your own, thumb rubbing along the backside of your palm. You lean in by habit, shoulders brushing, head falling to rest on the arch of his shirt-clad shoulder.
"You are wrong." Zayne states.
"What?" "Some say the odds of running into your soulmate are 1 in 10,000, however..."
You fail to hold in your giggle. "Soulmate, huh?"
Zayne clears his throat. You smile, feeling his cheek press on the top of your head as he continues. "However, if we factor in the size of the global population, age ranges, geography, and mutual attraction, the probability of crossing paths with that exact, single person in our lifetime is mathematically considered near impossible. In addition, we had special circumstances, so I'd argue it truly was intended to be impossible."
You hum in thought. "So against all odds, I met you."
"Correct. Against all odds, I met you."
"So you're saying that I'm an anomaly?"
"I'm saying that you're extraordinary. That you're the antonym of everything you just described yourself as. That you're not defined by the words of people who are blind to your incredible character. That you're one in a billion, Y/N, and there is nothing in this world that could prove me otherwise."
If Zayne was facing you right now, he'd definitely glimpse the rosy blush that had powdered itself across your cheeks. You're left gaping like a fish out of water, a familiar warmth blooming in your chest. Great. Now you're hyperaware of how close you two are. You're leaning on his shoulder and his chin is resting tenderly on your head, hands laced together with one free to hold your respective cups. He smells good, you think. Like antiseptic and an earthy kind of cologne.
Zayne squeezes your hand. "I am as appreciative as my sincerity allows me to be. I should be thanking you, Y/N."
He pauses.
You don't see the tips of his ears redden, or the timid smile that involuntarily shapes itself on his lips. But you do hear his voice shift to an almost-whisper, slow and careful. "I can no longer imagine a life without you by my side." Zayne confesses.
You feel him press a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, and then another.
"You're everything. There is no story, no universe I would rather be in than this one... with you. And only you."
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zayne licking cookies n cream whipped cream frosting off my nipples because it’s my birthday
lads guys as italian brainrot
also known as: the one where you tell your boyfriend which italian brainrot he is
pairing: all lads lis x reader (separate), it might be ooc... pls be nice to her world
cw: cursing (minimal), slightly suggestive (rafayel, sylus, caleb), slight allusion to yandere!caleb, i tried to write gn!reader but sowwy if it comes across as fem!reader
wc: 300-400 words per li
a/n: this might genuinely be the stupidest thing i've ever done but i'm not backing out now 🫨 shout-out to all my alpha readers and this post that started out as a silly idea and now i'm making my ladsblr debut??? MWAH everyone i love y'all
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sweet tooth
fluff! first date with zayne at a cute café, zaynie being the most thoughtful person ever, inspired by that one reel i saw, first time writing with big font as an experiment so i hope goes well hehe
you stare at the menu, your eyes flicking between the hazelnut and the red velvet cake.
“have you decided on what you would like?“ zayne asks, and you look up from the menu to see him.
“not really, i can't decide between the hazelnut and the red velvet.” you bite your lip, still trying to make a decision.
zayne smiles in what you can only hope is fondness.
“ordering both flavours is also an option. i am more than capable of paying for three slices of cake.” he offers and you shake your head.
“thank you zayne, but there is no need!” you politely dismiss his offer, trying to stop the smile growing on your cheeks. “i'll make up my mind when the server gets here. what flavour would you like?”
“the caramel shortcake seems like it will hit the sugar cravings i currently have.” he replies and you nod your head, subtly remembering his order for future dates.
a cheerful server comes by, stopping at your table. “what can i get for you guys today?”
“the hazelnut and red velvet cake please.” you look at your date confused, whilst the server jots it down on the pad piece of paper. perhaps you misheard?
“one hazelnut and one red velvet. perfect! if you guys need any help, i'll be around.” the server smiles, walking to the kitchen.
“thank you, zayne. you're so incredibly sweet!” you blush, your face growing warm at his gesture.
but then it dawns upon you that zayne didn't actually order what he wanted. “the options i chose aren't particularly sweet compared to the caramel shortcake though. i know you have a strong sweet tooth.”
zayne nods in agreement. “i do have a sweet tooth. but you make everything sweeter, darling.”
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hes so sweeeetttt
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The hot shower had been relaxing on your tired body. You entered the bedroom wearing a robe, ready to change into your pjs for the night. Sylus looked up from where he was reading his book on the bed. You could see the hunger and desire in his eyes.
“So it should be that time of the month again for you sweetie.”
“Sylus I skipped this month.”
Sylus tsk and looks away from you. “Are you upset?”
“It’s been stressful week for me. I was looking forward to my favorite snack. Your irregular cycle is very inconvenient for me.”
“I’m sorry Sy.” You sat on the bed and layed your head on his shoulder. “I’ll probably get it next month.”
“I’ll be ravenous by then. You think you can handle me?”
You smiled. “I wouldn’t be with you if I couldn’t.”
sick cuddles
fluff! post rain cuddles with zayne, the morning after this, idea credit from the lovely @snoozer-crow tysm my lovely for your amazing idea!! (they aren't fully sick here but it's the best i have, it's 3am rn sigh)
the bright sunshine wakes zayne up, immediately feeling an upcoming headache approaching. he winces, touching his temple as he brings the blanket over to his side of the bed, accidentally waking you up.
“sorry darling, you can go back to sleep.” he apologises, pulling the blanket over you.
“mmh, can't go back to sleep. i'm hungry.” your eyes flutter open, and zayne feels his heart quicken at the sight of your ethereal expression.
“you should have breakfast, darling. i will join you later.” zayne looks at you sleepily, his eyes threatening to close.
“but i don't wanna leave the bed.” you whine, stretching out your limbs.
“you need to eat if you are hungry, sweetheart.” he fixes the baby hairs blocking your vision.
“too lazy, it's so comfy next to you.” you shake your head, pouting your lips for a dramatic effect.
“darling, i believe i am coming down with a cold. i wouldn't want you to catch it either.”
“the stars have aligned for us, zaynie!” zayne stares at you confused. “i think i'm sick too!”
“i'm not quite sure if feigning sickness so you can be next to me is either romantic or insane, sweetheart.”
“but i am sick, feel my forehead!” you grab his wrist, and zayne gently touches the your forehead with the back of his hand.
he sighs. “i guess we both are sick. i will go make us some breakfast.” zayne lifts up the blanket, careful to keep you covered under it.
“i'm not letting you leave! you need to stay in bed and recover too, zaynie.” you reach out for his arm, grabbing as fast as your reduced reflexes will allow you to.
“darling, we need to eat breakfast so we can recover faster.” he turns back to face you and almost loses his balance.
“nope, you're literally wobbling as we speak, doctor zayne. time for bed.” patting the space next to you. “we can order breakfast. what would you like, baby? pancakes? waffles maybe?”
in his drowsy state, zayne walks over to his side of the bed and almost hits his knee against the bed frame. he whinges, laying down defeated. “pancakes please, darling.”
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nyehehehehee
This one's rlly juicy...
zayne n reader making orange juice and she sneaks carrots into the blender
𝟅ϱ sum. swapping oranges for carrots on zayne!
“ what did you do to it?”
“ hm? to what, zaynie?”
zayne immediately knew you were responsible for the problem, telling from your overly innocent grin and eager eyes switching from the now frozen cup to his stern face— including the fact he ate the last of the pastry he promised to you yesterday. he had half expected to go completely off, calling him everything but affectionate names under the sun, but instead, you flashed him a nonchalant smile, going upstairs to bed than rather commenting on the matter.
so technically, he should’ve seen this coming. being married to his wife who is the walking definition of petty.
“ the juice… you switched it to carrots… on purpose.” he slowly drawled, feeling more and more betrayed by the second as you shrugged noncommittally, grin widening as you went back to scrolling on your phone. and if zayne wasn’t already walking on eggshells, he would’ve pointed out you’d been staring at the same picture ever since you heard him shuffle to the kitchen to grab a drink.
“ on purpose? ahh, on purpose just how you ate the last of our pastries yesterday?” finally, you let your anger show, whipping your head back to show him your cutely- angry face, brows furrowed and your cheeks puffed out. much to your husband’s delight you dropped the icy coolness, now being more vocal about your frustration. “ like, seriously zayne! i didn’t even have a chance to grab a second one before you came down to eat the last two!”
he sighed, placing the frozen cup on the table to run his hand through inky, black hair. “ i know. i messed up—“
“ messed up is a understatement! i swear zayne, you better make it up to me, or every juice you drink in this house will be substituted with carrots.”
“ and i’m not a man to leave my mistakes behind instead of fixing them,” he makes his way to your glaring figure, sitting on the cushion next to you. it takes everything in him not to let cuteness aggression take over, holding himself on how he desperately wants to kiss you all over until your laughs fill the environment of the house instead of your stone silence. “ there’s a discount for couples at our favorite bakery today. why don’t we go now?”
“ oh zayne…” you finally lean in to peck his awaiting lips, lingering in the kiss before withdrawing as he became needier. “ i’m in the mood for carrot cake. what about you?”
he feels a chill go down his spine.
coming up roses
SYNOPSIS: sometimes the most important relationships are ones that teach you a lesson, other times they're ones that help you learn to love again
a/n: hi hi !! i was inspired by harry’s song to write this ! i used both the interpretation a relationship being special despite not lasting forever + taking a leap of faith when ur scared to love !! i hope you guys enjoy this i lowkey am ass at writing angst and it’s my first time writing smut (two lines but still LOL) so i really appreciate any and all feedback !!! comments and reblogs are held close to my heart <3 enough w the yapfest ty for reading !!!
tags/warnings: caleb x nonmc!reader, rafayel x nonmc!reader, fluff, angst, hurt/no comfort from caleb’s side, comfort from rafayel, insecurities (not feeling good enough), cheating, smut (a couple lines), raf is a rich little shit, caleb is an asshole, mc is not a girls girl, happy ending,, lmk if i missed anything ! wordcount: 7.8k
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You met Caleb in the spring, accidentally running into the colonel while avoiding a pushy man on a busy street. “Sorry,” you fumbled out, eyes teary and heart in your throat. Caleb took note of your state immediately, a wave of protectiveness overcoming him.
“Are you alright?” His arm reaches out to steady you, watching you closely. He sees your eyes widen when you take in his uniform.
“Yes I’m fine, sorry to bother you sir,” you glance behind you quickly, seeing the man round the corner, Caleb follows your gaze, putting two and two together quickly. Before you can continue your escape Caleb speaks up, loud enough so the man can hear him.
“Sweetheart you should know better than to keep a colonel waiting,” his features are much less tense than they were before. You furrow your brows at him for a second, quickly letting yourself melt into his chest.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝐈𝐧 𝐌𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦
ᵕ˘͈ pairing ; ex!suguru geto x reader
ᵕ˘͈ wc ; 0.8k
ᵕ˘͈ tags ; mentions of blood, depression, angst, break up, HEAVILY inspired by the linked song in the title, slight stalking..?
ᵕ˘͈ synopsis ; One of you is far more ahead and done with the relationship than the other.
ᵕ˘͈ Kandy's note ; hi hi!! this is a part of @thewrldx's playlist event!! congratulations on 2k bb!! you deserve it so much and I really hope you enjoy!! >.<
It had been months after Suguru had left. Your boyfriend, now ex, had left you exactly 37 weeks ago. You'd kept track. You couldn't stop thinking about him ever since he broke up with you that day.
You hadn't left your bed either. You just felt so empty, drained. You barely ate anything nowadays either, since there was no long, black haired man coming through your door using his extra key, and bringing in home made food he'd made an hour prior. He always waited at least 45 minutes exactly for it to cool down so you didn't burn yourself. He was so sweet, yet.. He'd left you. Broke up with you right there on the spot, like you never mattered.
In a matter of seconds, the man who was your whole world, your soul, your life, had thrown your once happy heart onto the ground and stomped on it, causing it to crush and splatter on the floor. Your heart had begun to mold after that. You hadn't felt anything ever since there. You were once sad that he left you, angry that he'd just left you like you were nothing, happy that he was doing something he wanted. Now? Nothing. Pure emptiness spreads through your chest day by day, causing you to lose your appetite and energy. You hated it. How you couldn't get over him, while he was miles ahead of you, probably pursuing something while you laid in your bed everyday, and rotted away.
You still had some of his hoodies. The ones you'd forgotten and he didn't take. You wore them often, until his scent ran out and the fabric began to grow too small around your neck, then you'd move to the next. Though, a few weeks ago, you'd run out. No more of his scent to be shared anymore.
You asked Satoru on the phone what cologne he used, since you knew he caught on to anything about Suguru since they used to hang out all the time. You could tell he was a little freaked out by the question, but you didn't care. His scent was the only thing that remotely calmed the ache in your ribcage.
There were a few occasions where you would go on your phone, searching up your username online on any app; Instagram, YouTube, TikTok. Just to know what he'd be seeing if he searched your name online to find you. You couldn't have him finding out you were living like this - rarely any showers, not eating, not even taking care of yourself. You couldn't have the one who caused all of this knowing that, could you?
You scrolled through post after post, checking every night if there were any new ones, and even looking at the likes to see if Suguru had liked any of them. Though, you wouldn't know anyways, since he'd blocked you on everything so then you couldn't keep in touch. But, there was that sliver of hope still plunged deep into your heart that thought that he maybe made another account, or even better, unblocked you.
Sometimes, you just think of all the moments you had together. Good ones, bad ones, anything to think of him. Though, no matter how much you hated it, you were slowly forgetting his face, his lips and eyes blurring slightly every time you thought of him. It was horrible, and you hated how you were forgetting about him. You still had his hoodies, some of his hair ties, so why were you forgetting about the most important thing about him?
Some days you just cried. Cried for hours on end until you couldn't breathe due to your throat being dry and sore while your nose was blocked with snot. Your eyes hurt more and more, being puffy and swollen from crying so much. You didn't know how to get rid of it, the aching, the pain, the fact you didn't have the energy to do something. It was like an endless void that you just couldn't escape.
You kept all the gifts you received from Suguru underneath your bed in a box. Christmas cards, little trinkets, bento boxes he let you keep from him. They used to sit on your desk, cramped there and reminding you of him more and more. Satoru was the one that put them in a box and under your bed. He'd come over once, once of the rare times, and noticed them sitting there, making you hurt more. So, he did something you couldn't, and pushed the box to the back of the bed, while you couldn't even push Suguru to the back of your mind until he crawled his way back up to the front again.
You hadn't taken away his ashtray, either. It was sitting on your nightstand, untouched. Before you'd left to meet him on that fateful night, you'd planned to empty it, but you forgot. By the time you came back, you didn't even care about it, too busy crying and sobbing harshly into the plushie he'd got you from a vending machine (which you still had). So, it now sits there, still with his finished cigarettes and ash in it.
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𝟅ϱ sum. zayne wants to know why you’ve been ignoring him.
it’s been hours since you’ve last spoke to zayne. every question from him has been met with an icy response and a glare to match it. he is used to your attitude— as he would like to put it. one year of marriage, including your limited time spent as children, has prepared him for many more years to come. but usually there is a reason for your cold silence around the shared house.
right now, zayne doesn’t know what to do.
“ my love?” he drawls out to your figure, currently lying at the bottom of your shared bed while your face is scrunched in irritation, the source of it being held in your hands. as expected, he’s met with your disinterested stare. “ is there something i did to make you mad? please, work with me here.”
“ no… you didn’t do anything.”
“ that means i definitely did something wrong, if your cold glares weren’t anything to go by.” zayne doesn’t credit himself as being the most open with his feelings; the man rather bear the weight of the world on his shoulders before you’d have an inkling as to what happened. but that changed the day he put a ring on your finger.
you shift to sit up, abandoning the switch and focusing on your husband. you hadn’t meant to take your anger out on the innocent man; mad at the situation rather than him you lost all rationality. “ i promise, zayne. it’s not you… entirely!”
he also shifts, body leaning on the doorframe as he crosses his arms, giving a sign that he’s listening.
“ it’s just that… your mii, fell in love with another mii. that’s not mine.”
silence.
“ what?”
“ see! this is why i didn’t want to tell you, i knew you wouldn’t understand!” i mean, who in their right mind would? besides your husband, apparently.
“ no… no i get it, i guess?”
he makes a move to sit beside you on the bed; his warmth and the silence in the house instantly have you melting into him. resting your head on his shoulder he wraps his arm around your waist, sealing the pose with a sweet kiss on top of your head.
“ ‘m sorry i ignored you for a stupid game, been trying all day to fix it.”
“ i would say it’s fine. but, can a heartbroken man get comfort from his wife?”
this is smth I would pull I swear
lemurian!rafayel x selkie!reader thoughts
wc: 569
thinking about lemurian!rafayel being mates with selkie!reader
lemurian!rafayel who saw you walking along the shoreline for days and being confused by your beauty. humans were pretty, sure, but they didn’t tend to have the radiance you had- it was a certain something that couldn’t be placed- something that only creatures of the sea had.
wtf im in love
Snippet from the oneshot I'm writing now
Caleb x NonMc!Reader hurt comfort reader lives with her hoarder family and has OCD
"He wasn't sure what to say. With emcee he always knew what to say, what to do. It was like he could read her mind. With you, it wasn't there like that. All he wanted was that he cared for you, when he saw you hurt he wanted to take you away from it all. All he knew was that he had to get you out of there and that he was going to support you. He wanted to fix it but he knew he couldn't, the only thing he could do was be there for you. He wanted to pour his heart and love out to you, to give you a life where you were cherished and treasured just as you deserved. A life that started with this, giving you a space where you were safe."
Hhehe
୨ৎ Zayne Li comforts you during a severe depressive episode ୨ৎ
cw: emotional reader, depressive episode, suicidal ideation, medication, Zayne comforts you, I wrote it bc I felt it so its like super raw feelings, hurt with comfort at the end, mentally unwell reader, no use of YN, petnames (darling, my jasmine, my love, etc). I hope this can help others going thru similar stuff!
a/n: I told myself I wouldnt write or post anything till I was done renovating this dusty ol blog but i was sad, I wrote this for zayne but feel free to use whoever you'd like here. my debut into ladsblr too ig. uhhhhh yeah. i actually wrote this in tumblr drafts so idk what the wc is, somewhere arounddddd maybe 800 or so yeah. um um um its been a while since ive written so it may be a bit wonky. okay yeah. take ur meds kids, take it from someone who has personal experience, meds at the recommended and prescribed dosage y'all.
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It's spinning and spinning and spinning. The surge of emotions is eating you alive. Your soul cries out for something, anything. Nothing. You thought it would be okay, you were getting better. You thought you could stop taking your meds, that you could survive on your own for once. Oh how wrong you were, how weak you are. It had only been a few days but the darkness inside is grasping you, the numbness clawing at your rotting heart, the pain burning in your throat. It hadn't been this bad in a while. As the world spun you sat there, with bleary eyes you looked at the clock.
9:43 AM
You were supposed to be at the association by now, you can't call out sick again. You can't give in. You failure. You useless piece of trash. You idiot how could you do this again. You said you were better. So weak you have to rely on a little pill to keep you sane.
It's getting hard to breath. The warm blanket drawn over you starting to suffocate you. You can't move you don't have the energy. Why is someone like you even alive, why are you still here. You were supposed to end it years ago why are you so selfish to think you could breathe freely. How dare you. How could you do this to everyone. Someone, anyone, please, save me, help me, talk to me. But you were alone, your silent pleas for help gone unheard and still unwelcome. No one was going to come for you. Not now, not ever. You might as well stop now so that your existence can't bother anyone else-
"Darling?"
summary: beach day goes wrong when snowapple gets into a fight. cw: caleb's...nether regions mentioned; this is just very stupid LOL
You float near the shoreline, cool water licking your back and golden sunlight beaming down overhead that wraps you in its warmth. The salty air kisses your cheeks as the sounds of distant gulls carry through the breeze like nature’s radio. Your body, relaxed and weightless, undulates to the rhythm of the waves, a soothing motion that makes you sigh contently.
What a perfect summer day.
“Caleb, stop this nonsense at once!”
“Make me, big boy!”
Well, almost a perfect day.
You let out another sigh, this one exasperated, and force yourself to stand.
“Caleb! Zayne! What the hell is going on?!” You shout with your hands on your hips.
Both of the men pause mid-action in the sand, whipping their heads at you like deers in headlights. Frankly, you’re not sure who looks dumber.
Zayne, who’s supposed to be the more mature person of the two, lays horizontal across the beach towels you rolled out earlier, one hand clenched around Caleb’s ankle to stop him from moving while his other pulls far too down at the man’s swim shorts. You can see the hint of butt crack from here.
Caleb, who you know started this whole mess, has one hand tugging up his shorts for dear life as his right one keeps three scoops of mint chocolate chip ice cream floating in the air. The empty waffle cone now sits abandoned near Zayne’s foot in the sand.
Under your glare Zayne tries to situate himself first, letting go of his friend’s foot and sitting upright, only to turn and fully pants Caleb in a sneak attack no one saw coming.
You gasp in horror as Caleb screeches like a banshee, tugging up his shorts before anyone else could see his… and incidentally withdrawing his evol as the ice cream unceremoniously plops into the sand.
“You idiot! That was my sweet treat for the day!” Zayne yells while pointing at the now melted dessert.
“Oh boo hoo, Zayne! Your dentist told you to lay off the sugar anyway. And because of you, my schlong just whipped out for the whole beach to see!” Caleb shouts back, face flushed red in embarrassment.
“As if anyone could have spotted such an average sized membrum virile,” Zayne mumbles under his breath.
“What did you just say to me, Mr. Pre-diabetic?”
A few insults, two busted lips, and one black eye later, the ‘three amigos reunion' beach trip ended shortly after that.
ginny's note: this was based off a suggestion @maemi324 gave me, but lowkey it derailed from her og idea and is def not fluff ARGH >:( but this did help with my writer's block so we'll take the win i guess
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zayne loves cake batter...
CW: kissing, zayne's sweet tooth, slightly suggestive, chapstick eating? LOLOLOL
inspired by this and this ask THANK YOU MY BABIES @spacekittiesmeow + @berrylus I HOPE THIS IS GOOD
Zayne loves kissing you.
At this point, it's less a habit and more a necessity… like breathing, or sleeping, or whatever else he claims is "essential for optimal function." Some would argue it's his version of stress relief with how often his lips find yours. Soft, fleeting presses when he passes by. Slow, lingering ones when he has a moment. And sometimes, deeper, hungry smacks of intimacy.
So no—you didn't question it when he started kissing you more often.
Like… a lot more often.