#unless im too drunk to remember

[tinygayproductions]

yknow, i think cat sitting is the closest ive ever gotten to living on my own

[bluukive]

MDNI - Sukuna x Aphrodisiac

an - I lied im dropping it now

Insatiable!Sukuna, who summons you to your shared chambers one evening with a voice that's low and rasping. There's a heat in his tone that's enough to make your heart beat that little bit faster. But there’s something off in the way he speaks. It's slurred just slightly. Feral.

Insatiable!Sukuna, who’s half sprawled across the bed when you arrive, red eyes glowing dimly in the intimate lighting of the chambers. His muscular thighs are spread open, and you can see the clear bulge of his twin cọcks from beneath his robes. His skin is flushed, glistening with sweat. Droplets of the liquid create a clear path down the broad expanse of his plush pecs which his robes fail to cover.

Insatiable!Sukuna, who didn’t realise there was something in the drink until it was too late, until his cọcks were painfully hard and leaking, until there was only one thing on his pụssy-drunk mind. You.

“It refuses to go down,” his low hisses are all you can focus on whilst his eyes bore into yours. “Not unless you take it.”

Insatiable!Sukuna, whose hips twitch when your eyes flick down to his crotch. A guttural noise leaves his parted mouth when you do so, sounding inhuman (even for him). Eventually, he can't handle the way you're eyeing him in all of his glory, large fists twitching by his side until he finally gets up and stalks over to you. He's slightly hunched over, as if weighed down by the sheer need to breed you.

Insatiable!Sukuna, who's already dragged you onto the large bed you both have spent countless nights ruining. He's rutting against your thigh before he's even shed your robes.

“Too slow,” he practically snarls, tongue slithering out to accompany the sharp nips he leaves on the shell of your ear and throat.

Insatiable!Sukuna, who's made your knees buckle with the way he's manhandled you onto his lap. Crescent-shaped marks litter your hips the way he's pawing at you with such urgency, and his own hips roll up in response so that you can feel him smear his pre-cụm all over your inner thighs.

"Leaking. Like a fucking animal."

Insatiable!Sukuna, who lets out an obscene grunt when you wrap a hand around one of his cọcks. His head falls back, pink hair splayed out like some sort of corrupted halo. A broken hiss of your name spills out of his mouth as if even your touch is too much for him to handle.

“More,” he pants. “Do not tease, not now."

Insatiable!Sukuna, who licks and bites at your throat as he fụcks your hand, hips bucking with a desperation so filthy that it borders on utterly pathetic. His tongue dragging over your pulse, feeling it quicken under his reverent attention.

Insatiable!Sukuna, who's so terribly indecisive. Does he want to split you open or drag this on for longer? Eventually, he strokes one of his thickened cọcks with a purr. One of his hands fists in your hair, another holds his second length to rub obscenely between your sticky folds before he pushed into that palpable heat he's addicted to. His other two harms hold you in place, with such desperation that you'd think he'd die without you.

Insatiable!Sukuna, who loses whatever shred of miniscule restraint he had the moment he sinks in. His eyes roll back for an nth time before he fụcks up into you, almost using you like a sėx toy. Sukuna doesn't stop once he's inside you. He just doesn't know how to. The aphrodisiac is all that is running through his veins. He’s muttering complete filth under his breath, words almost lost between wet thrusts.

“Sh-shit...gonna fill you until you are leaking for days-"

Insatiable!Sukuna, who’s drooling down your neck as he fụcks you like he's moulding your pụssy once more to remember the shape of his cọck. His fingers dig into your waist, dragging you back to meet each nasty thrust with his hips slapping against the tender curve of your ąss.

Insatiable!Sukuna, who bites into the crook of your neck when the first orgąsm hits him. His first cọck twitches, throbbing as it spurts out thick wads of his cụm. But it’s not enough. He doesn’t soften, and nor does he stop. He's making sure you can take the other cọck after flipping you onto your stomach, large hands already spreading your ąss open.

Insatiable!Sukuna, who ruts into both holes once he deems you ready after thoroughly eating your ąss out relentlessly. As if he was starved. One cọck is still buried in your spent cụnt while he stretches your asshọle around the other, like you've done countless times before. He keeps on going whilst one trembling hand tweaks at your aching clit.

Insatiable!Sukuna doesn't stop, not until he's fụcked the aphrodisiac out of his system.

[g1rld1ary]

well kept secret - spencer reid x hotch's daughter!reader

wc: 1420

cw: none!

me: back on my criminal minds grind... also im not gonna lie to u guys i just got back from a hosue party and im extremely drunk, so if u see any mistakes don't be afraid to lmk. also if u have any requests for hotch!daughter pls send them thru bc im heavy into reid rn i just adore him <3

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“Who is that?” JJ asked, pointing subtly over to the figure walking cautiously out of the elevator doors. The figure, of course, being you, nervously trying to find your way around the glitzy BAU offices.

“God knows we needed a new pretty face around here — no offence, ladies,” Morgan laughed, drawing well-humoured insults from the women of the office.

“I for one don’t take any offence, her shoes are so cute!” Garcia gushed from over Morgan’s shoulder, eyes locked on your sleek black heels.

“Oh my god, they look just like the ones in that window we passed on the way to dinner, don’t you remember? Even Hotch said they were nice!” Kate wheeled her way into the conversation on her swivel chair.

It was a slow day around the office, not something that went unappreciated, so each agent was eagerly amenable to conversation.

“Reid, come over here,” Morgan beckoned, “Has she ever been here before?”

“Me?” He spluttered, eyes searching frantically, “Why would you ask me? Hundreds of people come into this building every day, let alone the thousands we see on the street every day, on cases—”

“And you have an eidetic memory kid, are you thinking straight or is the pretty girl messing up Boy Genius?”

Reid would drop dead before admitting that Morgan’s words had any truth to them, but his usually overactive speech pattern was halted by the vision of you entering the office’s glass double doors. His mouth dried out as you looked around, obviously unsure of where you were headed.

“No,” He finally answered, “I’ve never seen her before in my life.”

“She looks lost. Kind of scared, even?” JJ was giving her signature maternal look, concern etched into her face and Garcia was up before anyone could tell her it might not have been a good idea.

The gang watched from afar as your expression brightened from worried to delighted as Garcia began to chat with you, eyes gleaming as you pointed down to your heels. Clearly she’d repeated the earlier compliment.

“Hi! I’m Penelope Garcia, technical analyst, and you are gorgeous. I’m in love with your shoes!” The introduction and compliment took you by surprise but you were by no means disappointed, replying with equal giddiness.

“Thank you so much, my Dad bought them for me!” You extended your right leg slightly to show off the heel more holistically, “And I just love your outfit, the glasses are everything.”

Garcia gushed her own appreciation as the two of you became fast friends, so you chanced a request for help.

“I’m looking for SSA Aaron Hotchner’s office? I know it’s one of the big fancy ones but I’m not sure exactly which.”

“Up those stairs and second door! You can’t miss it, the big boss energy radiates as soon as you go near.” You both laughed and you made sure to thank Garcia profusely.

Reid watched as you pointed up to the private offices, evidently searching for a specific office. He wondered who you could be looking for. He didn’t have to wonder for long as Garcia rushed back, talking a million miles an hour as she explained that you were looking for Hotch. That brought more questions than answers, and the BAU were quick to place bets on what you could possibly want from him.

“Well, she’s certainly too young to be his girlfriend,” Morgan laughed, “Unless Hotch gets down more than we thought.”

“Could be a young woman looking for a mentor? She looks about college age, maybe just graduated?” Kate suggested and JJ nodded in agreement, neither even pretending to be working anymore.

Meanwhile, you’d made your way up to Hotch’s office, knocking softly on the oak door.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, eyebrows raising only slightly, an extreme show of emotion for the man.

“Check your watch, Agent Hotchner,” You smiled, unsurprised that he’d gotten totally consumed by his work.

“Damn,” He huffed under his breath, “I’m sorry, should we go now, then? And what did I tell you about calling me that?”

“Sorry, Dad,” You emphasised the title, “And yeah, let’s head. I’m starving.”

Down in the bullpen, even Rossi had been roped into the shenanigans.

“You’re the closest with Hotch, if anyone would know who she is it’s you!” JJ said, the rest of the group agreeing.

“Why don’t you just, I don’t know, ask him?” Rossi shook his head like he was dealing with small children. Sometimes he was convinced he was.

You took Hotch’s offered arm and the two of you left his office, making quiet smalltalk. The office fell eerily quiet as you two emerged from the behind the closed door, and you got the distinct impression that the BAU had all been talking about you.

Obviously Hotch noticed the team very unsuccessfully playing it cool and muttered a curse, signalling to you to head over to them. You supposed you were going to finally get your formal introductions.

“This is Rossi, Derek Morgan, JJ, Kate Cunningham, Penelope Garcia, and Doctor Spencer Reid. Guys, this is my daughter.”

If you thought there was silence before, it was nothing compared to when Hotch dropped that bomb. You could hear a pin drop.

“Um, it’s really nice to meet you all! I’ve heard so many stories about your work.”

“And we’ve never heard anything about you, pretty girl.”

“Morgan,” Hotch warned with hardly any bite as you laughed off Morgan’s playful flirting.

“Derek Morgan you are exactly like I was told. You too, Penelope, my father was not exaggerating about your outfits.”

“I thought you were starving?” Hotch changed the subject to tease you, nudging you to get moving.

“Alright, alright, I get it. You don’t want me taking all your friends,” You grinned, getting moving nonetheless. The BAU laughed, both charmed and confused by you. It wasn’t unbelievable you were Hotch’s daughter — your quiet confidence and posture was the same, but your friendliness and more easily understandable humour set you two apart.

“Bye everyone!” You called over your shoulder as Hotch rushed you out the doors, clearly keen for you to stop making friends with his coworkers.

“She seems nice,” JJ commented, sitting back down in her swivel chair.

“Can we all talk about how Pretty Boy didn’t say a word that whole conversation?” Morgan asked, a hand clamping deviously on Reid’s shoulder.

“Spencer!” Kate laughed, “You don’t have a crush, do you?”

Reid could feel his cheeks heating up of their own accord, his usually genius brain useless to counteract it.

“No!” He blurted out, “I just didn’t want to say something wrong or bore her with facts like I do with you guys.”

“So you do want to impress her?” Garcia teased with a toothy grin as Reid rushed to shake his head no.

“She’s our boss’ daughter, guys. I think all of us should want to impress her, right?”

“I dunno, Reid, I don’t see Morgan or JJ blushing right now,” Rossi chimed in with a laugh before heading back to his office.

You stepped into the elevator with Hotch, chatting happily about your day so far. Your father stuck his hand out to hold the door open with such speed it scared you a little, jumping in your own body. You relaxed when you saw it was just Penelope Garcia, hurrying towards you with a few files in her hands.

“Thank you, sir,” She breathed as the doors closed behind her, “I forgot Rossi wanted these scanned and digitised from the last case!” She punched the button for the third floor. “It was really nice to meet you, by the way. Even if Hotch has kept you a secret all these years.”

“To be totally fair to him, I wouldn’t say he exactly kept me a secret if he only found out I existed a few years ago. It was nice to finally meet you all too, though. I’ve heard so many work stories.”

You bid Garcia goodbye as the doors opened once again. Just as she was almost down the hall she heard your voice whisper, “Why didn’t you tell me doctor Reid was hot and smart?”

Penelope hardly concealed her gasp, delighted at the newfound revelation. This would be fun for her.

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[lexithwrites]

i can't read remus lupin as anything other than the most gentle soul, and im not trying to make him 'boring' by doing this but he just,,,isn't mean. he isn't a pushover or naive, but he will never raise his voice unless he has to, he's never aggressive or nasty or bitchy, he probably covers his ears when other people are gossiping. he's a gentle giant that walks around with a cane and a knee brace on his worst days and the sweetest smile on his best, he loves listening to music and playing video games and reading and writing and he LOVES learning even if he isn't the best at paying attention and has to take countless notes. he's the most loyal friend, he loves buying people gifts and is so shocked when he gets a gift in return, he remembers every little thing about sirius and uses it for birthdays and anniversaries, he likes tidying his flat and humming songs to himself, he likes taking the bus, he likes serving elderly customers at his cafe and helping kids carry over their cakes and drinks, he carries change for the homeless, he will always offer to walk someone home, he gets giggly and sleepy when he's drunk, he's so attentive during sex he will always want to do better and he's addicted to making sirius feel good, he's an AMAZING kisser to the point that everyone is jealous of sirius tbh, he wears too big jumpers and folds the sleeves up because otherwise they get in the way, he loves coffee and hot chocolate and baking the recipes his mum showed him, he visits his parents every sunday for a roast dinner and always brings over flowers for them to put on the table, remus lupin is an angel.

[luvyeni]

DEMURE GIRL ,, 이희승

pairings ‎⸝⸝⸝ acquaintances!heeseung x shy!reader wc. 4k

genre. smut

🦢◞  includes ... first kiss, oral sex ( fem. receiving ), unprotected sex

「 authors note 𖹭 」 i had to use this word at least once im sorry.

❪ masterlist! ❫

you liked to live a simple life; you liked routine; going to class, then back to your dorm to study or catch up on reading your favorite books; this was your everyday life , except when you were running around a frat party trying to make sure your roommate doesn't take her shirt off— for the third time that semester.

“i told you yn i’m not drunk , im completely sober.” her words slurring, and inability to walk straight told another story. “okay , i believe you, just drink this.” you handed her some water, she took a sip, some of the water dripping down her chin, you wiped it. “you're so kind yn , i love you so much.” she drunkenly held you. “oh there's jake! hey jake!” she yelled over the music. “let's go yn there's jake.”

she dragged you over to the group of boys you often found yourself hanging with because of your friend's obsession with one of the frat members, jake sim, you sat her down on the couch next to the equally drunk boy. “she dragged you out to another party?” sunghoon asked, you nodded. “please she loves these parties, it's the only fun she has in her life.” your friend slurred. “well besides those books she reads.”

“what books?” you froze up hearing the voice; the voice that made your little heart jump. “heeseung man you made it.” jake got up, giving the boy a handshake. “yeah decided to stop by.” he sat down , right down next to you. “glad i did too.”

the sad thing about your crush on heeseung; is that everyone knew about it, it wasn't a secret , even heeseung knew it — it's just that you could stay in the same vicinity of the man before you started breaking out in a cold sweat , so you never gave him the time. “hey yn.” the boy smiled next to you. “h-hi."

when heeseung found out about your crush on him; he didn't think anything about it, he was popular around campus , he was used to having pretty girls having crushes on him; but your crush on him — he never had someone so shy and modest and closed off to themselves have feelings for him, so he started to watch you, the way you would sneak off by yourself; he followed you once; not in a creepy way, he followed you into the university library, you were studying or reading a book, he couldn't remember, he was too busy watching you.

the way you'd absentmindedly pick at your skirt, or you'd smile at something in the book— before he could realize, he'd been sitting down for 30 minutes watching you , and you were getting up walking out the building, he tried to follow behind you , just so he can say hi , but you were already gone.

he would've given up chasing you; but he soon found himself crushing on you, even though you only gave him a shy hello or a meek goodbye in passing; but to heeseung, that was all he needed from you in order to be utterly obsessed with you— that's the reason why he was even here, he heard you were here with your friend, and he just had to be here. “her books are all she cares about, books and her school work.” your friend slurred. “it's been like that our whole lives, you know she never even had her first kiss.”

your eyes widened, you'd strangle your best friend if she wasn't drunk and there weren't any witnesses. “you've never had your first kiss?” the question floated around the air, your ears heated up in embarrassment. “well…”

“i can help you with that.” heeseung spoke up, everyone turned to him. “unless you're waiting?” your friend; whom you definitely were gonna strangle with a pillow once she was sober in the morning spoke up. “no she isn't , she just doesn't leave the house enough to realize how many guys are fighting to even be in her presence.” that made heeseung jealous, he didn't even want to think about another man touching you. “yn?”

you shrugged, maybe this was just a really good dream and you'd wake up with a red face. “su-sure.” heeseung stood up. “where are you going?” jay asked. “well i'm not about to kiss her in front of you guys, come on yn.” he held his hand out for you to take , a waiting smile.

once you grabbed his hand, he helped you up, guiding you away from the group. “hey , don't worry i won't do anything you don't want me to do.” he said as he guided you up the steps. “besides it's just a kiss right?” he said, holding the door open to a room. “i-i guess.”

you sat down on the bed; he closed the door, the sounds from the party muffled, but you could hear your heartbeat as he got closer to you, sitting down next to you. “now before i kiss you, i want you to tell me this is what you want.” he said. “i won't pressure you into doing something just to please your friend.” he held the side of your face , making you look at him. “yn?”

“i-i do.” you said, “you can kiss me.” he smiled. “that's the most you've ever said to me.” he said, holding the side of your face. “im not gonna bite , don't worry okay?” he leaned in, his lips dangerously close to yours, almost touching. “you're safe with me.” he closed the gap between you; his pillowy lips on yours , it felt like fireworks were going off inside your stomach, you closed your eyes, he softly caressed your cheek— he was fighting every demon inside to not stick his tongue into your mouth.

unfortunately you both needed oxygen; so he slowly pulled away, he chuckled as your lips chased after his. “hey, hey calm down.” his kissed the tip of your nose. “you want another?” he whispered, you nodded. “you can speak can't you darling?” his other hand come to your knees cap, rubbing gently. “all i need you to say is yes.” he waited patiently until you softly muttered a yes, and his lips were back on yours.

your hands shaking, picking at your skirt; he grabbed your wrist , pulling away. “you can touch me it's alright.” he guided your hand to his face, his skin soft. “good girl.” he said, smirking. “your lips are all swollen now, you liked that?” you nodded, your cheeks hot. “you're so cute, i can see in your eyes you want more.” he said. “but you don't even know what you want do you?”

“i-i don't.” he tilted his head to the side. “you want my help?” you wanted something from the boy, but losing your virginity wasn't something on the top of your list so you never thought about it; what if that was something that made him uncomfortable. “i see the gears turning in your head, if i didn't want this, i would've gotten up after kissing you the first time.” his hands were now easing up your skirt. “i can make you feel good.” he whispered, kissing your ear, blowing on it. “just give me the okay.”

he was holding back for you; he didn't want to scare you, but he couldn't deny the heat burning in his stomach, or the tightening below his belt buckle. “angel i don't mean to rush you, but fuck you're killing me with this silence.” he dry laughed. “i kinda need an answer.”

“o-okay.” he got off the bed, ridding himself of his shirt, unbuckling his pants. “can you take your shirt off for me?” his eyes lowered as you slowly lifted your shirt up; his cock twitching in his pants , it felt like his was a dream he had once or twice. “good girl.”

he gently laid you back on the bed, sunghoon was gonna kill him, but in the end he didn't care, he wasn't waiting any longer to have you. “i got you.” he was in between your legs, looking down at you all laid out for him, you looked like an angel , skirt above your waist — he almost felt bad for the things he was about to do to you. “let me do all the work.”

his hands came to your shoulders, lowering your bra straps, his hand was under you, undoing the back of your bra, sliding it off your body, revealing your perfect tits. “fuck, i dreamt of this for a long time baby.” both his hands were up your skirt, pulling down your panties. “gonna keep these.” he smirked, you whined. “keep making those pretty noises.”

kissing both of your breasts, making his way down your stomach, holding your legs wide open for him. “pretty little pussy.” he kissed in between your thighs. “bet you she tastes real good.” then you felt the sensation of his tongue on your heat. “o-oh.” you gasped. “you like that?” he licked another stripe , your hand came up to his hair, you balled your fist up. “pull it , i like that baby.”

he didn't say anything else before diving straight in, your cunt dripping on his tongue, like candy , so sweet he wanted nothing more than to drown in you. “h-heeseung.” you moaned out , he smirked against your heat , exactly what he wanted to hear , he couldn't help but grind against the bed, his tongue prodding against your hole , he groaned at the feeling of you tugging at his hair as he pushed his muscle inside you.

heeseung knew the inside and out of a girl, he could tell you were about to cum , you tore your eyes from the ceiling , below making eye contact with heeseung as he brought his lips to your clit , sucking on it — before you could even announce anything , you felt the knot in your stomach snap , you let out a moan that you only heard on videos you've watched a couple of times , your legs shaking as heeseung buried his head deeper inside you, cleaning up everything that came out of you , you were so sensitive you had to pull his head away. “it hurts.”

“sorry baby, you just taste too good.” he kissed the inside of your thighs. “i got a little caught up.” his normally put together hair was all messy; his lips were red and he was heavily breathing. “did you like it?” you nodded. “i-i did.”

he was addicted, he needed more from you, he needed to feel more of you. “you wanna feel even better baby?” you nodded. “you've been so vocal this entire time love , you know what i need.” you whimpered. “pl-please , i want you inside me.” he closed his eyes to calm himself; you sounded so desperate. “you want me inside this tiny pussy?”

he quickly rid himself of his jeans, he was just as desperate as you; he felt like a virgin himself , ready to feel you; he's thought about it since the day he saw you in the library. “he-heeseung.” your soft voice , it did everything to him , he could get off to that alone. “yes baby?” you whimpered hearing him calling you that. “will it hurt?”

“for a little bit.” he was in between your legs again, pushing his waistband down , freeing his cock; it was intimidatingly big, red and leaking with pre-cum, bobbing against his abs. “but not for long baby.” you could feel his tip against your hole. “don't worry , i won't hurt you okay?” you felt his tip entering , you hissed at the burning sensation as he filled you. “fuck , fuck baby you're so tight.”

he was losing his mind with how slow he was going; ready to just plunge his cock inside you. “he-heseung.” he kissed your lips. “shh shh , -fuck- baby it's okay, it's okay it's almost over.” he slowly worked himself , until he was fully inside you. “you-you're so big.” he smirked. “yeah baby i know.”

“m'gonna pull out now okay?” you nodded, he slowly pulled out of you , his tip still stuffed inside you. “you ready?” you nodded, he pushed himself back inside you much faster than before. “fuck.” he cursed , moving his hips; your fingers digging into his forearm as he thrusted into you. “f-faster.”

“you -fuck- you sure?” you moaned out a plea, that's all he needed before he was speeding up , sweat beading down his forehead; your cunt squeezing him like a vice, he was in heaven. “you feel so good baby , this pussy is perfect.” he groaned. “only i can touch it , isn't that right baby.” his thumb came to your clit , rubbing harsh circles. “only man to touch you like this , see your pretty face all fucked up.”

he was losing himself fully , his pace picking up, thrust deeper , hitting your cervix. “tell me baby, tell me this pussy is all mine , no man can ever touch you.” you were a moaning mess , eyes closed. “baby look at me.” he said. “look at me baby.” he repeated , his cock slowly dragging inside of you.

you force your eyes open; he was smirking. “good girl, keep looking at me.” he gave your lips another kiss. “tell me who this pussy belongs to.” you whimpered. “yo-you.” he cursed. “exactly baby.” you could feel yourself about to cum. “you gonna cum?” you nodded. “good girl , cum all over my cock.” you moaned out your legs wrapping around his waist. “fuck baby , if you don't unwrap your legs , im gonna cum inside you.”

you moaned out. “you want that baby , want me to cum inside you?” he was about to blow his load. “fuck baby i need a answer , or you need to unwrap your legs.” he cursed holding himself back from cumming. “pl-please cum inside me.”

his eyes rolled to the back of his head, as he came, you can feel him empty inside of you. “shit, baby.” he twitched. “you okay?” you were a little sore , but you'll be fine. “sunghoon is gonna kill me.” you chuckled breathlessly. “i-i'm sorry.” he shook his head. “no don't worry about it baby, let's just worry about getting you home okay , getting you cleaned up , i'll make sure your friend gets back to your dorm safely after okay?” you nodded , he help you get dressed. “why are you being so nice to me? did you get what you want?”

“baby , if you took one look up from those books you're always smiling at , you would've noticed me looking at you.” he said. “i told you i wouldn't have brought you up here if i didn't want to.” you smiled shyly , he caressed your cheek. “okay.” you whispered , he held his hands out. “come.”

“lets get you home baby , i’ll stay with you.”

©LUVYENI

[aetherraeys]

a night to remember

(pt2, pt3 x)

sirius black x afab!reader ⊹ 4.2k

cw ⟢ alcohol, swearing, sirius has a motorbike, drunk!reader, partying, drinking games, reader is a bit reckless

most of the time you avoided parties, you warned her that it was for good reason, marlene doesn't believe you could do any harm. she was so wrong, watching you in action as you make sirius black your first victim.

a/n: not proofread, im tempted to make a part two of this bcs i want biker sirius so BAD RARARARARAR also a bit dialogue heavy sorry x

Maybe, your first mistake was letting Marlene persuade you into attending this party her friend was holding. She’d been slowly wearing you down for weeks, planting the seed in your head ages before she popped the question.

And when you completely refused the first time, she didn’t push—oh no, that wasn’t her style. Instead, when she next came over—she subtly reintroduced the idea while handing you a pastry she’d bought enroute. You still didn’t entertain the idea, much prefering a night-in the mingling with drunk people, but you enjoyed the sweet treat.

Unfortunetly though, you were a weak soul, and she exactly how to sweeten you up, passing by your work when you were on your break, hinting at the idea again, this time you seemed very so slightly more agreeable. Finally, the straw that broke the camels back was when she came over to your small studio, matcha in hand, dvd copy of a film you’d been itching to see, and a bag of snacks.

Bringing it up again, this time with a little anecode—talking about the sweet girl who helped her secure her tattooing apprenticeship, Dorcas, and saying she couldn’t possibly go without her best friend.

With an exasperated sigh, you caved.

You had to commend her commitment to the cause.

Or maybe your real mistake was finally arriving at the party, only for Marlene—relentless as ever—to push a drink into your hand. "It’ll work wonders for the nerves," she assured you. "Everyone needs a bit of liquid courage."

You eyed the shot glass like it had personally offended you. "Marlene, I—"

"One," she cut in smoothly. "Just one. You’ll barely feel it."

That was a lie.

The drink burned as you forced yourself to swallow, a shiver running down your spine as a twisted grimace stuck to your face. Marlene just laughed, handing you another shot with a loud, "Bottoms up!"

And gods, you hated how quickly the liquor hit you. A slow, creeping warmth unfurled in your chest, blurring the sharp edges of the world, making your limbs feel weightless. The music pulsed through the floorboards, and suddenly, the crowd didn’t seem so unbearable.

If you were sober, you’d have scolded yourself, too easily coming the drunk that you dreaded being around—it wasn’t that you were messy or angry, no. You, thankfully, weren’t an emotional drunk either.

You were a friendly drunk.

The kind that skipped around with a too big, lazy grin pastered on your face for no reason, laugh with a bellow at silly things, and struck up conversations with strangers as if you’d known them your whole life.

You’d become a liability, not that Marlene minded, she lived for moments when you’d step out of your skin. And of course she knew you were fun, that’s why you were friends, but you reserved that side of you for a select few—clearly unless there was alcohol involved.

With the now, tipsy warmth curling through your veins, you found yourself nodding along enthusiastically to a conversation you hadn’t even been fully listening to.

At least this time it was with a familiar face.

You’d coincidentally met James when you’d called Marlene in need of a jumpstart, and she came to save the day with him, friendship easily blossoming between you.

He definetly wasn’t as drunk as you, but getting there for sure. He stood beside you, animated as ever—you’d had the brilliant idea of perching precariously on the edge of the sofa, swaying back and forths, swinging and kicking your legs out recklessly.

James had somehow fallen to the role of your bodyguard, not that he minded—finding you wildly entertaining, such a stark contrast from your usual self. He was just ensuring you didn’t cause too much chaos to those around you.

Though even when you did, all it took was one innocent wolfish grin and a candied giggle, to get away with it.

You still thought you had wits about you, vaguely aware of Marlene laughing at you from across the room.

It was all going quite well—until someone suggested Ring of Fire.

At first, you’d hesitated, knowing your tendancy to be a sore loser, but James had thrown an arm around you, grinning wildly, and Marlene had shouted something about how you needed to experience a proper drinking game at least once in your life. And well—you didn’t take much persuading.

Now, you were thoroughly trapped, wedged between James and another girl whose name you’d already forgotten, with a circle of people watching as you reached for a card from the makeshift pile in the center. Your fingers fumbled slightly, and James snorted.

“Steady there, love,” he teased, nudging you. “You pull a king, and we’re all doomed.”

You squinted at him, then at the card in your hand—a five. A chorus of cheers erupted around the group as someone yelled, “Five is for guys!” and the men groaned before collectively downing their drinks. James, ever the showman, made a dramatic display of it, throwing his head back with an exaggerated gasp before slinging an arm over your shoulders again.

You were well and truly out of your depth, the alcohol buzzing around your chest plesantly, your cheeks aching from laughing so much.

And then the front door swung open.

You’d never seen him before, knew absolutely nothing about him—but boy did you want to. There was just something about him, striking in the way he commanded the attention of the entire room without trying.

He didn’t so much as walk into the room to he did claim it, a lazy smirk already tugging at his lips as he surveyed the scene before him. Dressed in that same effortless, disheveled charm, hair pulled back into a low bun, helmet in hand, clad in leather, jacket slung over his shoulders like he owned the place.

Trapped by James at your side, your eyes remained fixed on Sirius, watching as he scanned the room—pausing, briefly, when his gaze landed on you.

You were shamelessly staring.

Dorcas couldn’t help it, the moment too good, the opportunity had practically fallen directly into her lap—begging to be taken.

“Well, well,” she mused under her breath, amusement thick in her voice. “Looks like someone’s got an admirer.”

You tore your gaze away, face burning, but it was too late—Sirius had already caught you. And judging by the slow, knowing grin spreading across his face, he wasn’t about to let it go unnoticed.

Sirius, with all the confidence of someone who knew exactly how good he looked, strolled over and dropped down into the circle like he’d been there all along. Someone handed him a drink without question—because of course they did—and he took a lazy sip before glancing at the pile of cards in the center.

"Jumping in late, Black?" James quipped, nudging him with his foot.

"Had to make an entrance, didn’t I?" Sirius drawled, flashing an easy smirk

If there was less liquor running through your bloodstream, you’d have been painfully embarrased still, you just managed to roll your eyes, the flush on your face slowly fading.

The game continued, rounds passing in a blur of drinks and laughter, and then—Marlene pulled a queen.

A wicked grin stretched across her face.

"Question round," someone cheered, already bracing for the chaos.

Dorcas, sitting cross-legged beside her, tilted her head, a slow smirk curling at the edges of her lips. "Alright, Marls," she mused, voice sweet and deceivingly innocent. "How many piercings do you have?"

Marlene blinked, clearly caught off guard. Then, after a moment of thought, she grinned proudly. "Nine."

A beat of silence. Then, a chorus of impressed murmurs.

"Hmmm" her voice adopting a skeptical and accusitory intonation, raising a single finger, " I only count seven."

There was a half-step of silence, allowing Marlene to take a large swig from her glass, leaning back confidently, chest puffed—”I’ve got nine.”

The group erupted.

Hoots and hollers filled the air, people whistling, James cackling beside you as someone banged a fist against the floor in delight. Marlene simply sipped her drink, looking unbearably smug as Dorcas sat back, expression nothing short of victorious.

"I knew it," she said, smirking.

"You minx," James gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. "And here I thought I knew everything about you!"

"You've gotta leave some mystery, Jamie," Marlene teased, winking.

You laughed along with the rest of them, but you felt Sirius shift beside you, an amused huff of laughter escaping him. When the cheers finally settled, it was his turn.

With the air of someone who was far too entertained by all of this, he turned his gaze onto James. "Alright, Prongs," he drawled, tapping his fingers against his bottle. "How many tattoos have you got?"

James sputtered mid-sip, nearly choking on his drink. "What—?!"

Sirius grinned. "Come on, be honest. We’re among friends here."

James set his drink down, shaking his head with an exaggerated sigh. "You wish you knew, Pads."

"That’s not a number," Dorcas sing-songed, leaning forward. "Give us a number, Potter."

James narrowed his eyes, clearly debating his options. Finally, he huffed. "Three."

The room went silent for a split second before absolute chaos ensued.

You turned to him, betrayed—”WHERE?!" someone shrieked.

"Liar!" Marlene accused, pointing dramatically.

Sirius, looking thoroughly entertained, leaned back on his hands, his grin positively wolfish. "Well, well, well."

James was grinning now, clearly enjoying the uproar he’d caused. He waggled his eyebrows at the group, leaning back against the sofa with the air of someone who knew he held all the power in this moment.

"Three?" Marlene repeated, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. "Three?"

James simply raised his drink to his lips, taking a slow, exaggerated sip.

Everyone knew about his arm tattoo, Dorcas having done the fineline work herself, now watching him like she was trying to decipher a particularly tricky puzzle.

"Okay, okay," you cut in, still giggling. "But where?"

The group leaned in, expectant.

James smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

The reaction was immediate—groans, shouts, a few cushions thrown in his direction.

"James!" Marlene practically whined, flopping onto Dorcas in defeat. "You can’t just say that and not elaborate!"

But James only shrugged, clearly reveling in his newfound mystery. "A magician never reveals his secrets."

The group was still laughing when the game moved on, but you could feel the shift in the air, the residual heat of the conversation lingering like smoke. Your tipsy mind was already running with possibilities, and judging by the way Marlene kept side-eyeing James with renewed suspicion, you weren’t the only one.

And then it was your turn.

You reached for a card, flipping it over to reveal—another queen.

A fresh round of chaos stirred.

"Oooooh," Marlene cooed, nudging you excitedly. "Alright, sweetheart, pick your victim."

Your mind swam through options, but in your slightly drunken haze, you weren’t feeling particularly cruel. You hummed in thought, gaze flickering across the group.

And then, as if pulled by some unseen force, your eyes landed on Sirius.

The second your gaze met his, a slow, knowing smirk curled at his lips.

Oh, this was dangerous—but you were already committed.

"Sirius," you said sweetly, feigning innocence. "How many people in this room have you kissed?"

A sharp, collective oooooooh echoed through the space, the energy shifting into something much more intrigued.

Sirius grinned.

James, beside you, let out a delighted cackle, clapping his hands together. "Merlin, I love this game."

Marlene gasped, eyes gleaming. "Oh, this is good."

Sirius exhaled through his nose, amusement flickering behind his eyes as he stretched his legs out, completely at ease despite the attention suddenly pinned on him. He tilted his head, pretending to think.

"Well," he mused, his voice rich with amusement, "define kissed."

More shouts, more laughter.

James practically howled. "Mate, that is not a difficult question."

"It is if you’re me," Sirius shot back smoothly.

Sirius looked at you then—directly at you—his smirk slow and teasing, like he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Tell you what," he murmured, leaning forward slightly, voice just loud enough for the group to hear. "Why don’t you take a guess?"

The room erupted again, an unmistakeble flush sprung to your cheeks, and everything you could've possibly said left you brain. His gaze making your brain melt more than it already had.

You were so finished.

More rounds passed, more drinks were downed, and at some point, you’d stopped keeping track of who was winning and who was just there to cause chaos.

And then you pulled a king.

The last king.

The reaction was immediate.

A loud gasp, followed by a dramatic, "Ohhh, shit!" from someone behind you. The cup in the middle—an ungodly mix of everyone’s leftover drinks—was waiting.

James’ face dropped.

You see, not only were you easily affected by alcohol, you’d spent the majority of the night backing drinks faster than your body could handle, and you weren’t of a particularly large stature—the abomination in the middle, was a full bottles worth of alcohol.

He’d been sobering up the last half hour anyway, but now, he was fully aware of what was about to happen.

“Absolutely not,” he declared, sitting up straighter, his hand already halfway to intercepting. “That is the last thing you need right now.”

You waved him off, a lopsided grin on your face. “I can handle it.”

That was with out a doubt the alcohol talking.

James knew it. You probably knew it.

But it didn’t matter, because the group was already chanting, egging you on, and you’d never been one to back down from a challenge. With a flourish, you grabbed the cup, giving James a wink before throwing it back.

It was foul.

The mix of liquor burned like fire, and you had to fight the urge to gag, blinking rapidly through the sting. The room cheered as you slammed the empty cup down, a ridiculous war cry-esque sound leaving you in triumph, but the moment you stood—legs wobbling dangerously—James knew.

You’d lost.

He reached for you, but you were already stumbling back, nearly landing on Marlene, who had to clutch your arm to steady you.

"Oh, that’s it," she howled, practically doubling over in laughter. "She’s a goner."

That traitor. She’d basically brainwashed you into coming to a party—got you smashed and was cosigning the beginning of a truly awful reign of terror.

That drink had been the finishing blow. You’d teetered over the edge and were now firmly in the reckless drunk category—something Marlene had only ever warned James about once, you always kept such a tightlid on yourself. Your friends knew that—once in a blue moon indulging in the fun things in life, moments when your friends got to see you let loose were few and far inbetween. Even for Marlene, and you’ve known her most of your life.

More than anything, it was because you weren’t the biggest fan your drunk self. Usually insighting casual chaos here and there, nothing too extreme. But after, you always felt like you’d been a chore, fearful of having ruined the night for others with your outlandish tendancies.

Even though your friends tell you that you’re really not as bad as you think you are.

Although, tonight you seem hellbend on proving them wrong.

Because now you’d disappeared.

Not literally. You were still very much in the room, but now, no one could keep track of you.

You weren’t drinking anymore—thank Merlin for that, because your bladder was full to the brim—but you were everywhere else.

One second, you were twirling in the middle of the room, grabbing strangers to spin around with you. The next, you were on the table, belting out the lyrics to the song playing—all wrong, but with such confidence that no one cared.

At some point, a layer of your clothing had come off—a jacket? A sweater?—and you’d swung it around ungracefully, whipping James in the face at least once.

“For the love of God,” he groaned, trying to wrestle it from your grip.

Sirius was watching now, equal parts entertained and mildly concerned, swirling his drink as he leaned back, eyebrows raised. Marlene and Dorcas were in stitches, watching as you flitted across the room like an untamed storm, dancing and twirling with whoever would let you. And then, just as James was considering whether or not he needed to actually intervene, he noticed something.

The person you were currently dancing with?

Not a stranger at all.

Sirius, still looking far too entertained, raised an eyebrow as you grabbed his hands, spinning him wildly. “Well, well,” he drawled, lips curling into a slow smirk as he let you drag him into the chaos. “Didn’t think I was your type, sweetheart.”

You didn’t even register the teasing lilt in his voice.

“Less talking more dancing!” you all but commanded, tugging him forward. It wasn’t long before the music began to shift. Gone were the loud, reckless beats that had fueled your earlier antics—replaced now by something smoother, sultrier. A deep bass thrummed through the room, the melody melting into something slow and seductive.

It seeped into your bloodstream, guided your movements as you swayed, your body languid and fluid, the weight of the night settling into your limbs like honey. Sirius was still there, his hands warm where they rested against your waist, fingers pressing just enough to keep you anchored, to keep you from stumbling.

You leaned into him, movements effortlessly enticing, not even trying to tempt but doing so anyway. A playful game of push and pull—dancing just out of reach before melting back into him, the alcohol making you bolder, more carefree.

His grip on you tightened instinctively when you rocked back against him, your head tipping back in laughter, body fitting against his like you belonged there. His breath hitched—just slightly—but you didn’t seem to notice, still lost in the music, in the moment, in the way the world spun around you like a hazy dream. You weren’t as untamed as before, the mellow thump of the music, allowed your heartrate to slow—the pressure of the night antics settling into your bones.

You hummed into him, less clumsy than you’d had been when you first reached for his hand, alcohol less polluting in your veins—your eyes now able to focus on him. With a hand on his neck, fingertips threaded into the stray hairs at the nape of his neck, you pulled him down towards you, lips brushing the shell of his ear, your breath warm as you whispered, "I need some fresh air."

Sirius barely had time to process your words before you pulled away, slipping from his grasp with a grin and making your way toward the open doors leading to the garden. He watched as you paused at the threshold, silhouetted by the moonlight, eyes locked onto something beyond.

The pool.

The cool air hugged you so pleasantly, diffusing the heat that had been radiating off of your skin the whole evening. The surface of the water ever so light, occassional ripples—so tranquill, almost gleaming under the night sky, the water dancing with silvery reflections, beckoning you closer.

And it did call to you—so much so that you felt incline to reach for the hem of your sweater and tugged it over your head, revealing the soft fabric of your tank top beneath. “Oh, fuck,” he muttered, watching you stand prettily, skin softly illuminated by the lights in the garden. But still standing just a touch too far away.

Sirius blinked, gaze flickering back to you as you stretched, rolling your shoulders, feigning nonchalance. “Bit warm in here,” you mused.

James, horror dawning, immediately turned to Sirius. He shook his head at James, almost as if to wordlessly say, “She wouldn’t,”

But James has a pained expression, his face scrunched, with a wince and a knowing nod—affirming that, yes, you actually would.

You shimmied out of your bottoms.

Marlene gasped, Dorcas choked on her drink, and James physically recoiled. “Oh, no, no, no—"

But it was too late.

There you stood—clad in nothing but your tank top and what Sirius can’t help but notice is a very pretty set of lacy underwear, utterly unbothered as you took a step forward, toes curling against the cool tiles at the pool’s edge.

Sirius barely had the presence of mind to curse before you ran.

For a second, there was silence, all remaining eyes in the room looked to the outside.

“Oh, fuck me—"

Sirius was already moving, yanking his shirt off in one swift motion before diving in after you, water crashing around him. The water was so cold, mindnumbingly so—but when he resurfaced, hair dripping, chest heaving, scanning the pool for you—still unable to believe the situation he was in right now, trousers heavy, socks soaked, just generally soaked actually. He was quick to spot you—

You were fine.

More than fine, actually—floating on your back, eyes closed, a blissful smile on your face.

Sirius blinked. "What the fuck?" Forcing harshly out of his mouth to deter the chlorine filled water from entering his mouth.

You turned your head, grinning at him. “That was refreshing.”

"Refreshing?" he repeated, incredulous, pushing his wet hair back, stands now fell from where it was so neatly tied back before.

"You jumped in without a second thought—"

“I’m sure she thought about it, just a bit,” Marlene quipped from the sidelines, towels in hands, clearly thriving in the chaos.

James, still looking slightly pale, pinched the bridge of his nose, mumbling how this was surely going to make him die young.

You giggled, drifting closer to Sirius, who was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that you’d actually done it. "Sorry to ruin your hero moment," you teased, nudging him with your foot. "But—" You tipped your head back, stretching your arms through the water lazily. "I do know how to swim, Black."

Sirius just stared at you, shaking his head with a soft chuckle, mumbling something along the lines your, ”you really are something, huh,”

The water lapped around you in gentle waves as you floated aimlessly, your limbs loose, body weightless. The shock of the cool pool had settled into a pleasant hum beneath your skin, the drunken haze in your mind softened but still present, making everything feel easier.

Your gaze, however, wasn’t on the water.

It was on him.

Sirius hoisted himself up onto the edge of the pool, arms flexing effortlessly as he pulled his weight onto the marble. The muscles in his back tensed as he leaned forward slightly, shaking out his wet hair, droplets running down his bare skin. The moonlight cast him in a silvery glow, accentuating every dip and ridge of his toned body, the inky swirls of his tattoos stark against his skin. You traced them with your eyes, shamelessly drinking him in—how the water clung to his chest, glistening; how his dark hair dripped, stray strands curling against his sharp jaw.

You swam toward him without thinking, the water parting easily as you pushed through. When you reached the pool’s edge, you rested your arms on his thighs, then let your head fall onto his lap, blinking up at him through wet lashes.

Sirius exhaled, a sharp breath, and you barely noticed how his jaw tensed.

The water had made your tank top nearly translucent, clinging to your body, the outline of your breasts painfully visible. He swallowed, throat bobbing, his usually sharp tongue failing him for a beat too long.

You remained completely oblivious, your grin lazy, gaze full of an almost innocent mischief. Your fingers trailed idly over his knee, aimless, absentminded.

“Y’know, Sirius,” you mused, your voice honeyed with liquor and warmth, “you’re really hot.”

Before he could process the words, you shifted—lifting yourself up just enough to press a soft, fleeting kiss against his lips, the taste of pool water lingering between you.

And then, just as easily as you came, you pulled back, tilting your head at him with an amused little hum, as if you had no idea what you’d just done.

Sirius stared.

Then, suddenly, he let out an incredulous laugh, the sound rich and disbelieving. He fell back, his back colliding with the cold marble of the poolside, one hand running through his dripping hair as he shook his head.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered, voice laced with wry amusement, staring up at the night sky. "You're gonna kill me, sweetheart.”

[nofingjustaninchident]

just a little drunk - hoo boys

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content: percy jackson, leo valdez, jason grace and frank zhang x drunk!reader, best friends to lovers

warnings: mortal!au, alcohol consumption, dirty jokes, weed consumption, probably cursing.

a/n: i just discovered that i have a massive problem with writing. i literally took half an hour (at least) to write EACH one of those. terrible. just terrible. but i swear im trying to write more, it’s just cause i don’t have much creativity to write 😭

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Percy Jackson

He was at the party. Of course he was at the party. Everyone says a party without Percy Jackson is not a party. But he was the DD of the night, so he was completely sober - which was a hard task for the party king.

That, until he saw you. On top of a table. Striping down- wait. Striping down?! Jesus Christ, he left you alone for five minutes- oh, you’re taking your shirt off.

Of course there’s a bunch of assholes standing there, telling you to keep going and screaming obscenities at you. But Percy didn’t have the time to be mad right now, he was too focused on you.

If he got there one second late, he and everyone else in that room would see the black lacy bra you was wearing, but thank goodness he got there before you did it.

“Alright, that’s enough for today, isn’t it, sweetheart?” He said, hugging you from behind and taking a very giggly you off the table. All the boys in the room started ‘booh’ing him, and he just flipped him the finger.

“Perce! I was having funnn!!” You complained, your words sloppy and smudgy as he basically dragged you back to his SUV. He just rolled his eyes and chuckled slightly.

“Y/n/n, you were about to strip in front of a lot of people. I’m sure you’d kill me tomorrow if i let that happen.” He said as he pushed you onto the car and pulled the seat down so you could lay against it.

“Hmm.. Yeah, i’d probably do that.” She said, the smile never leaving her face as she started mumbling random words.

He closed the door and walked towards the driver’s seat. He knew he couldn’t drive you back to his house now, since he had to wait for his friends, so he just turned the air conditioning on and pulled a blanket over you shoulders.

“Sleep for a little. I’ll take you to my home, hm? I’ll take care of you.” He said, taking the loose strands of hair off your face. You were just so pretty it was unbearable.

“Fine.. Thanks, Percy.” She said and drifted off to slumber.

After a few minutes of watching you sleep, he remembered that you’d hate to sleep with make up on, so he looked into the glove compartment and- aha! Of course you had left a few of your wet wipes there.

He started softly running the cloth against your face, cleaning it. When he was finally over, he kissed your nose slightly and smiled to himself, waiting for his friends so he could drive you home aswell.

Jason Grace

He was sleeping, as any normal person would at 2 am. But he was a light sleeper, and he woke up suddenly with his phone raining in his nightstand. He groaned and searched for both his glasses and the phone so he could see who was calling him so late in the night.

When he looked at the phone screen, he frowned in confusion. Why was Kayla calling him, out of nowhere? She usually didn’t call him, unless-

“Kayla?” He said as he picked up the phone, sitting in his bed and rubbing his eyes so he could try and forget the sleepiness that was threatening to win him over.

“Hey, Jason.. uh… i’m sorry for waking you up but, uh… i’m in a party with y/n-“ Y/n and parties? Never ever a good combination. “-And she doesn’t accept to go home unless it’s with you. She’s… drunk. Maybe high, too. Can you pick her up?”

Oh boy, he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to do that. “I’m on my way. Just… send me the address and i be there as soon as possible.”

“Fine- shut up, y/n! Stay here, no-“ And then the call was over.

My god, he thought, what’s she gotten herself into this time?

Kayla sent him the adress and he got into his car - a Lambo, gift from his absent father trying to make up for it - and got in the place the party was happening in less than ten minutes.

The first thing he noticed was the loud noise in the party. The second was you, laid down and making a snow angel in the grass. Funny sight.

“Y/n/n? My god, what in hell are you-“ He got cut off with you getting up and jumping on his arms, hugging him.

“Jase! I didn’t think you’d come!” You said, smiling brightly at your best friend. “Come on, let’s go to the party!”

You tried pulling his hand towards the house, but you weren’t already the strongest while sober, and drunk… e didn’t even flinch.

“No, honey, im taking you back to your house. You got enough drinking for today.” He said, pulling you by the waist towards him and placing you inside the car as you tried your hardest to get back to the party.

“As, come on! Buzzkill!” You whined, crossing your arms and pouting at him.

“Come on, i’ll buy you a slushee. What’d you think?” He asked. You immediately smiled. Drunk you was a very easily distracted person.

“Fine. But we’ll talk about that tomorrow.” He said, squeezing her shoulder softly as he drove towards the gas station.

“Whatever you say. Buzzkill.”

Leo Valdez

He was home watching a dumb tv show. He didn’t really bother with sleeping, since he knew his best friend was going to a party. And you plus party equals to a very drunk mess.

So when he finally got a call, he already knew it was you. It happens that he was right.

“Yes, cariño?” He asked, a smile plastered on his lips as soon as he heard your drunk giggles.

“Can you pick me up, fireboy?” You asked, your voice groggy and smudgy. But he knew it would probably be like that, so he was already expecting it.

“Course i can. Send me the address and i’m on my way.”

“Fine. Bye Valdeeezzzz..” You said before hanging up the phone with giggles and smiles.

He got where you were and you were being supported by one of your friends, who seemed pretty annoyed with the drunk version of you, all smiley and clingy to anyone around.

“Oh, thank god you’re here. I can’t stand her anymore.” Your friend said before basically dragging you towards the boy. “She’s all yours now.”

You were all smiles as you held Leo’s neck and pulled him close to you. “Leooooo! I missd’ ya!”

“Hey, cariño. You’re kinda drunk, aren’t you?” He asked before supporting your weight and taking you towards his car.

“What? Me? Nooo…” You said, giggling. You clearly smelled like pure alcohol.

“Sure you aren’t. Get in there, i’m taking you home.” He said, opening the passanger’s seat for you and placing you inside.

He put on your seat belt and kissed you forehead before walking towards the driver’s seat.

When he got inside the car, you were almost completely dozed off in sleep, trying your hardest to stay awake. He chuckled and turned the air conditioning on so you could rest more comfortably.

“Sleep, y/n/n. I’ll call you when we get home.” He said, the smile never leaving his lips.

Franz Zhang

He’s dead worried that you haven’t gotten home yet. Of course he didn’t knew where you were, cause you didn’t tell him.

Come on, you knew that, if you did tell him, he’d try to stop you.

So why bother?

You were having fun. A really, really good time. That was until your best friend came by with a weird cocktail, which was nothing more than a mix of different types of alcohol and syrup. Really fun.

And that’s when you got drunk and wobbly and you just had to call Frank. Common drunk mistake, isn’t it?

He picked up on the third ring.

“Y/n? My god, are you okay?” He asked, his voice laced with concern. He was so worried about you, cause you weren’t home and you didn’t pick up the phone and just called him out of the blue.

“Frankie!” You said and he could hear the smile in your voice. His concern only grew once he realized you were drunk.

“Y/n, where are you? I’m going to pick you up.” He said, already getting up with the car and house keys in his hand.

“I’m at Louis’ house! We’re having a birthday party!” You said, giggling and smiling brightly at absolutely nothing.

“Fine, i’ll… i’ll be there in ten. Just… don’t do anything stupid, and wait for me, outside the house. Don’t drink anything else and please, for the heavens sake, don’t do drugs.” He pleaded.

“I’m not- Frankie! I’m not on drugs. Please.” You said in a fake annoyed tone and giggled again. He rolled his eyes and sighed, driving towards where you were.

When he got there, he immediately saw you on the backyard, playing probably Pokémon Go and yelling when you finally found a pokémon. He smiled at the sight, and then remembered why he was there.

He walked towards you. When you finally saw him, you smiled widely and jumped in his direction, trying to hug his neck. Which wasn’t easy, as he was a little taller than you.

“Hey.” He said as he leaned down so you could hug him properly.

“Heyyy!!! I missed you!” You said, voice muffled by his shoulder. “Can you take me home? Please? I’m tired.” You said smiling cheekily.

“No.” He said, simply. “I’m taking you to my house today, kay? There’s some of your stuff there, and i can borrow you a shirt so you can sleep. But i’m not leaving you alone in this state.”

“Yay! Sleepover!” You cheered excitedly.

He couldn’t deny that the drunk version of you was very cute.

a/n pt2: did you see what i did there? i cut almost all of them in the middle. two reasons: one, for this not be too big and second i have inspiration to write more. lmk if u want a part 2 of those!!

[amuyyi]

warm enough .

synopsis; recovering from an expected breakup, you find yourself drunk at a nearby bar, encountering an unfamiliar girl who happens to know your ex.

trope; non idol!ningning x fem!reader, uni au, fluff, a little angst, a little suggestive, strangers to lovers, feat. kep1er members :3

wc; 4.8k

cw; a little suggestive but not really

a/n; fun fact this happened to me irl ! figured i could use my experiences for stories ! everything from the breakup to the bar kiss is based on my personal experience so lol have fun. also its kinda poorly written because i wrote some of it while on the plane + in china while being very tired and i dont feel like proofreading so im sorry ^^'

The breakup was supposed to be a mutual thing. A smooth and easy agreement between you and Jimin. You guys met in a cafe when your soon-to-be-ex girlfriend finally dropped the bomb on you. 

“I still care a lot about you, y/n. But I want to focus on myself and my future… I think you should too.”

You wanted to speak up, say that you didn’t want to let go yet. Just… hold on for a little longer. Maybe it’d get better if you guys just kept it going for another week. Another month. Another day?

 “What I’m trying to say is…”

You always hated this part.

“I think we should break up.”

Despite the older girl being the one to initiate the ending of the relationship, you always knew it was coming. Jimin was sweet, and you definitely did enjoy the little dates you guys had been on through the past year, but there was something missing. Every time she looked at you, it seemed like she was looking through your eyes into her own. Her mind was always elsewhere whenever you two were together, like she was searching for something you couldn’t provide. She never seemed to smile around you, never laughed loudly or hugged you with warmth. 

You really tried to be the person for her, you really did; but it was apparent that she was trying to convince herself you were the one as well.

It was shown in the way she bought you endless gifts with things you said you wanted, but never kissed you, In the way she would allow you to hold her hand, but never reached out herself, how she couldn’t bring herself to say “I love you” out loud. Jimin was cold.

You agreed that this was the best path to take, how you felt the exact same way and that it would be good for the both of you, but the tears that nonconsensually left your eyes said otherwise. You still remember the last words you told her before you got up to leave.

“I really hoped it was you.”

There's a saying or the other. “Your body will know if someone is right for you.” You came across it while aimlessly scrolling on social media once, and you thought it was an interesting but ridiculous concept. Countless people would share stories about how their hair would fall out or how they would break out into horrible acne when they were with their past partners, only being relieved from this when single or with their “match.”

It was funny, and you didn’t believe one bit of it until it actually happened. The tightness in your chest that followed you every time you two went out together, the stress of wondering if she actually enjoyed her company, the way you couldn’t truly relax in her presence– it all went away. It all left when she walked out of your life, and you’ve never felt more at peace with a decision. At least, for a little bit.

The breakup was the easy part. It was the recovery that ruined you.

You were the one to establish a rule of no contact, even after you both expressed wanting to stay in touch. It was your only way to hold on to the last sliver of pride you had left after spending a year chasing after Yu Jimin. The rule was established to allow you some time to heal, and you hoped to return to the girl as friends once you felt ready.

With this in mind, you then proceeded to spend a month barely eating, barely sleeping, and not leaving your apartment unless you needed to for classes. It was difficult to be on your own after dedicating so much time to her, falling behind, hoping that she would see you the way you saw her; but after about a month, you slowly felt yourself regaining your footing.

You started going out again, talking with your roommate, taking time to actually care for yourself. It was nice. Perhaps your progress would have left you comfortable enough to move on if you didn’t decide to go out that day.

There she was. Yu Jimin. After an exact 31 days of no contact with her, you finally cross paths. Quite literally, at that– but she wasn’t alone. There was a girl on her arm. She was pretty. Blonde with bobbed hair and a soft smile that made it impossible to hate her. Jimin was smiling too. This is the first time you’ve seen her smile like that, smiling as if she found what she was looking for after all of this time. She doesn't look past her. She sees her.

Jimin holds the other girl by the small of her waist the way she used to do with you, and she kisses her. She kissed her. Just like how she used to kiss you, but not exactly. There's love in her eyes. A warmth you’ve never seen before. In her eyes, there is certainty.

And that was the day your world came crashing down on top of you.

You tried to act normal as you walked past. You really did. Your eyes remain glued to your phone as your knuckles turn white. Her eyes didn’t even meet yours as you walked by. Why wouldn't she look at you? Maybe she's wondering why you won't look at her. That must be it. You hold your breath. As soon as she passed by, you couldn’t help yourself. You made the mistake of looking back.

…Nothing.

As soon as Jimin was out of sight, you cried. You ran home, scaring half the life out of your poor roommate, Xiaoting, as you collapsed in your bed. Everything hurts. Why did it hurt? You wanted this. You felt better without her— the tightness in your chest was gone. 

Instead, it was replaced by an indescribably painful ache. One that felt so deep within your soul it would never heal. Quietly entering your room, Xiaoting says nothing as she sits next to your limp body on the bed, rubbing your back comfortingly. The gesture only makes you sob even harder. 

She's been with you through it all. From the beginning of your relationship with Jimin till the end, she was there. Xiaoting really was a good friend.

From then on, Xiaoting’s one goal was simple: cheer you up. She would cook at least once for you every day despite not being the best chef, and she would allow you to rant about the same things over and over no matter how overbearing it got. Honestly, you started to feel a little bad. She shouldn’t have to bend over backwards for you just because you’re a little sad.

So when Xiaoting announces that you will be joining her at the bar with her friends tonight, you couldn't say no. Both because she stated it, not asked you, and that it simply was the least you could do for her. Especially after everything she’s done for you. Before you knew it, you were dressed up in your best (slutty) corset top and cargo pants with some hoops and over exaggerated makeup to accent the look. Xiaoting, as your best roommate and friend, matches with you, and you two make a big scene out of getting ready together; blasting music, doing each other's hair, borrowing each other's clothes, and more.

Xiaoting’s girlfriend Yujin had made herself at home for the pregame, and your mutual friend Hikaru soon followed. With Xiaoting as designated bartender, the four of you mingle, laughing and cracking jokes as the warmth of the alcohol and one another’s presence left you with a warming buzz. Xiaoting was an excellent mixer, and in combination with the chasers Hikaru bought and the drinking games Yujin proposed, you were all ready to go. 

Xiaoting and Yujin led the way, hand in hand as you and Hikaru trailed behind, drunkenly singing into the cold night air as you trek to the nearest bar.

Being a Friday night, the establishment had been as packed as expected, and you all squeezed your way past other visitors as you’re guided to a nearby table. Xiaoting starts off strong, ordering shots for the entire group before utilizing her combined charm alongside her girlfriend’s looks to convince guys to purchase drinks for everyone as well. You couldn’t help but laugh at the way the duo would bat their eyelashes innocently at lone men for drinks– but at least it worked.

Lazily, your eyes wander through the crowd, the alcohol in your system making it a struggle to see straight. Despite your inability to see properly, you still manage to catch a glimpse of your friends from the corner of your eye, and easily spot Yujin attempting to very publicly make out with Xiaoting as Hikaru struggles to pull her away. You stifle a laugh at the sight, and decide to leave the three to their antics whilst you look for someone to talk to.

It's been a while since you last struck up a conversation with a stranger. The last time you had put yourself out there was before you met… 

You shake your head. No. You are not letting your stupid ex ruin your night. Knitting your brows in concentration, you scan the bar. There were plenty of pretty girls to talk to, but you were feeling a little intimidated. Almost all of them came with at least one other person, and you didn’t want to intrude on anything…

 Your eyes landed on a lone blonde at the end of the table, scrolling through her phone with alcohol flushed cheeks. She seemed approachable. Worst case scenario, she simply shoos you off. Taking a deep breath, you approach the blonde, deciding to pull out your best conversation starter.

“Are you chinese? You look chinese!!” You exclaim, suddenly switching to mandarin in the middle of your sentence as you ask the question. Smooth.

The blonde girl looks as if she would’ve been extremely offended at the comment if you didn't just speak to her in her native tongue halfway through your sentence, and she quirks a brow at you, an amused smirk on her lips as she leans against the bar. 

“Yeah, I am! What's a cutie like you doing in a place like this alone??” 

You feel your heart begin to race. So far so good. “I'm not alone!!! My friends are just busy making out with each other and the other is trying to stop them!!” You also lean on the bar, though not as alluring as the blonde before you. More like you partially collapsed and partially slid on it.

She chortles at your response, “well that's not fair to you, leaving you here all alone.”

The sweet and somewhat sultry tone of the blonde makes (non alcohol induced) blush appear on your face as you laugh, “it really isn't! But whatever! My name is y/n by the way!! What's yours??” You scream over the music, sticking your hand out. It was an unexpectedly polite gesture considering your circumstances, and perhaps it may have seemed a bit comical as well with how drunk you were.

She giggles at the response, grabbing your hand then pulling you in, her lips dangerously close to your ear as she yells over the music, “Ning Yizhuo. But call me Ningning! It's cuter!”

You grin. Ningning was a cute nickname. You decided at this very moment you could trust this cute stranger with your life story and personal information she didn’t ask for, and begin to slur out.

“My friends dragged me out here because I was sad over my ex who moved on from me a month after the breakup even though we dated for a year and she's a big jerk for that even though I wish only the best for her but also I hope she dies!!!”

None of the words you spoke just now came out clear, and they seemed to trip over one another when leaving your mouth, but it was enough for the other girl to go from extremely relaxed to suddenly very heated. She stands up straight as her eyebrows knit together.

“To be honest I don’t think she ever really liked me in the first place! I don’t know!! Whatever it doesn’t matter!!!” You continue on, sounding absolutely pathetic as you let yourself feel through the anger you didn’t even know you were repressing, “I was stupid to stay with someone who couldn’t even look me in the eye when saying she loved me!! She was stupid to do the same!! Whatever!! I don’t know!!”

Ningning cuts you off with a raised hand before you can continue, “what the hell?! I hate people like that!!  You're wayyyy too hot to be treated that way! Who is she? What's her name?? I might know her!!”

Against your better drunken judgment, you decide to name drop your ex within a university bar. Because that is always a good idea. “Yu Jimin!! She's a engineering major !!!”

Ningning’s jaw drops as she stares at you, almost as if she were trying to find the correct words for what she has to say next.

“Girl, I know her !!!” She screams out after a brief moment of silence,  “we shared a class together once!! Oh my god I'm so sorry I didn't know she was like that!! You deserve BETTER!” 

Before you could even think of what to say in reaction to that heavy load of information, Ningning grabs your face, pulling you into a kiss. It was a very messy one, her lips almost missing your own during the exchange. Seems like she's not entirely sober either. 

Still, even in your drunken state you knew what to do. Your hands immediately find Ningnings hair as you pull her in closer, and you can feel her smiling as she grazes her tongue over the bottom of your lip. 

You open your mouth to let her in and the only thing that you can think of or even feel for that matter is Ningning and her tongue. She… was really good at this. Jimin never kissed you like this before. Her hands trail down your back to your ass before she squeezes it, smirking when you squirm against her touch.

She breaks the kiss, her face inches away from yours as she breathes out, “you deserve so much better…” Ningning gives you a quick peck on the lips before stepping back, taking in her work with a devilish glint in her eyes. You stare at her dumbfounded for a moment before whipping out your phone, fully talking in your appearance. Your hair and makeup were a wreck. How did all of that happen just now?

“Done by yours truly~” Ningning winks at you, quickly slipping your phone out of your hand and typing something in.

“Wh— Wait what are you doing?”

“Giving you my number, obviously. My girls are gonna wonder where I went.” She hands back your phone and looks at you with soft eyes through her drunken daze. 

“Take care of yourself, yeah?” Ningning kisses you one last time, giving your hand a squeeze before letting go. She disappears into the crowd of partygoers, a sly fox-like grin on her face.

“There you are!” 

You feel an arm land on your shoulder as you jump, twirling around and looking down to see a drunk Hikaru with a slightly less drunk Xiaoting and an absolutely hammered Yujin on her side.

“We should probably head back home!” Xiaoting screams into your ear, “Hikaru’s gonna knock out on the couch and Yujin will be with me!”

Her words barely make it through to you, the music and the alcohol and the adrenaline within your system muffling out every word spoken. Regardless, you still nod and trail behind your friends as you leave, not all too sure what just happened.

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You lay in bed, eyes practically burning holes into the new contact in your phone. “宁宁<3” is what it said. 

So last night wasn’t just a dream. You really did just get a girl's number by doing nothing but spilling your secrets to a stranger. On top of all of that, your head was absolutely killing you, you swore you could feel your heartbeat within your brain. Still, that wasn’t important. Biting your lip, your fingers hover over the contact name. Should you message her? 

y/n [10:59]  — hey !! its y/n, the girl from the bar

y/n [10:59]  — thanks for keeping me company last night :)

ningning [11:06]  — i was wondering if u were gonna text me back

ningning [11:06] — and of course <3 jimin doesn’t know what she lost

y/n [11:08] — haha im flattered

y/n [11:08]  — but u barely know me??

ningning [11:11]  — that can change xx

Your eyes widen as you reread the text over and over again. Is she implying what you think she's implying? What if she's just being friendly? Can you even platonically make out with someone at the bar?

y/n [11:16] — are u asking me out on a date ning yizhuo ?

You wait. 

Oh god. What if she was just being friendly?

ningning [11:18]  — only if youll have me 

You feel yourself blush at her message, burying your face into your pillow as you squeal like a high school teenager in love. It was embarrassing in hindsight, but.. it felt nice to be wanted. 

y/n [11:19] —  of course

ningning [11:19] — perfect <3 

ningning [11:20] — dinner at my place tonight then? 

ningning [11:20] — If youre not too hungover.. 

ningning [11:20] — i got the best hangover cures ;)

you can't help but arch your eyebrow at the winky face she added at the end but brushed it off, more focused on the fact that your drunk hatred towards your ex landed you a date. 

You scramble to your feet and (metaphorically) kick down Xiaoting’s door, abruptly waking the girl from her nap as she screams out, “WO CAO!” She places a hand over her heart as she bolts up within her bed, immediately letting out a sigh of relief when she realizes it was just you. 

“Girl what the HELL is wrong with you?!” She hisses, laying back down and throwing the blanket over her head.

You, being the ever loving and best roommate ever, respond to this by jumping into bed with (on top of) the redhead and squeezing her as tight as you can while screaming “I HAVE A DATE!!!”

Xiaoting shoots back up, your arms still latched onto her torso as she looks down at you, eyes wide. “Wait, are you serious?”

You hear a low groan and a hand slapping your arm as you roll your eyes, slapping the arm back as the voice of Yujin grumbles out and shuffles deeper within the sheets.

Both you and Xiaoting look at one another and giggle before she quietly slips out of bed, quickly placing a kiss on Yujins head before grabbing your arm and leading you out of her room. Once outside, she firmly grasps your shoulders. 

“Okay, now tell me everything.”

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You nervously stand outside of Ningnings apartment, bag clutched in hand as you look back behind you. Xiaoting sat within her car on the side of the road, keeping an eye on you to make sure this girl wasn’t going to kidnap you or the other.

The two of you (and soon enough Yujin and Hikaru) had spent the day giving you pointers on how to go about the date. They had thrown an ungodly amount of clothes your way as well as telling you endless conversation starters and compliments to give another person. By the end of it all your head was overflowing with information that you were going to forget as soon as you head out the door, and all of your closet was sprawled on your bedroom floor and in the living room. Still, the girls seemed quite proud of their work.

All of you had consecutively agreed on an outfit that was nice, but not too nice. You wore a plaid skirt paired with a simple tank top and an off the shoulder cardigan.

Holding your breath, you ring the doorbell. You really hoped this wasn’t a mistake. When was the last time you were actually on a date with someone? You couldn't remember. After a few moments of silence, you hear shuffling followed by the door unlocking and Ningning poking her head out shyly. Her eyes light up at the sight of you before opening the door completely, revealing her outfit.

She wore an oversized plaid button up, unintentionally matching with your skirt alongside baggy jeans and some bunny slippers you thought were incredibly cute. Her hair was tied up in a messy but charming bun, held up by a hair stick with small gemstones dangling from the end.

This Ningning was completely different from the one you had met at the bar last night. Though, you suppose you were a different person now as well.

“You're here! Come in come in!” She grabs your hand and guides you inside. Flustered, you spare a quick glance behind you, and you can spot the silhouette of Xiaoting throwing a thumbs up from her car before Ningning closes the door behind you.

“You look gorgeous today, by the way,” Ningning compliments, her thumb rubbing over your fingers as she walks you through her apartment. The gesture makes your cheeks warm, and you find yourself easing into her touch like putty. It was a touch that was loving. Kind. Intentional. 

Her home was cozy, with white walls paired alongside warm lighting and paintings and other wall art lining the interior. There was an appetizing aroma that wafted through the air, and you had remembered that Ningning had offered to cook for you.

“What have you prepared for us tonight, chef Ningning?” You ask, squeezing her hand as she grins, “Well it's not much, I'm not a really good cook but I decided to make us some dumplings! A little basic, but it's the only dish I feel like I’ve actually perfected.”

“I hope this is the hangover cure you mentioned” you comment lightheartedly, and you sense a playful energy in the way she looks back at you.

“You'll find out soon enough.”

You once again find yourself quirking a brow at her vague answers, but she simply smiles at you innocently and you find yourself smiling back. It was hard to not be amused by her.

Ningning guides you to the kitchen, which was cleaned perfectly for your arrival. On the center of the table were multiple bamboo steamer baskets, as well as a large tea pot and a simple glass bottle with various native wildflowers as a centerpiece. 

The other girl pulls out a chair for you, and you teasing grin at the polite gesture, “how romantic, Ninging~”

She rolls her eyes and giggles before settling down herself, instantaneously pouring you a cup of tea as she gestures at the baskets, “go on, dig in. I’ll be personally offended if you don’t.”

Chuckling, you open up the baskets, releasing clouds of steam before revealing multiple handmade dumplings with various fillings and differing folding styles. Your eyes widen, and you simply comment, “wow,” before taking the first bite of the food.

To say that it tasted amazing was an understatement– you practically felt like you were thrown back to the motherland with a single bite, and it wasn’t long before you were filling your plate with more.

The two of you had spent the rest of the evening getting to know one another more. You had learned she was a computer science major and going onto her third year of uni, as well as the fact she was from Harbing whilst you shared that you were from Shanghai. 

“Big city girl, huh?” Ningning amusedly comments, sipping on her tea as you roll your eyes, “yeah… But I'm not rich or anything before you ask.”

The blonde feigns rejection as she snaps her fingers, “damn. I was gonna ask you to buy drinks next time we head to the bars, I think you owe me. ” She smiles at you, and it's warm.

You liked this. You liked how easy it was to talk to her. It was never this easy before.

Soon enough you had ended up on Ningning’s couch, browsing through movies aimlessly as the hefty meal threatened to send you into a food coma. The blonde lay comfortably in your arms underneath a blanket, her eyes occasionally fluttering shut as you continued to search for something to watch.

“Hmm, what about… Velocipastor?” The name completely throws you off guard, prompting you to click on it, skimming over the description as you feel the vibration of Ninging lazily humming beneath you. 

“Oh that movie is really good, trust me.”

“... Really? Are you sure, Ning?”

“Yeah yeah…” Her eyes were already shut as she spoke, nuzzling in closer to you as you chuckle, putting on the movie as you wrap your arms around her, pulling her in closer. 

Honestly, the movie seemed to be an excuse for the girl to be physically close to you– maybe get a nap in? You weren’t even sure if she was watching the movie at this point. Still, maybe it was for the best. Velocipastor was definitely not well funded within its production, that much could be seen. Plus, you couldn't complain about having a cute girl in your arms.

“Does your head still hurt?”

Ningning’s soft voice rings out, startling you. Honestly, you were getting pretty invested in the film, you had thought she already fell asleep.

“Mmm, a little. I don’t think your hangover cure worked.”

“Oh, the dumplings weren’t the cure.”

Your head cocks to the side as you tear your gaze away from the tv screen, looking down at the girl nestled on your chest as she looks back up at you. There was that all too familiar glint in her eyes again.

“Then what is?”

A mischievous grin curls on her lips before she leans in, connecting her lips with yours. Still a bit sluggish from the night before alongside a hefty meal, her kissing was a bit sloppy, but it was soft. Much softer than before.

You feel yourself almost immediately sigh into the kiss, and you would have found it embarrassing if she didnt guide her hand up your chest, to your neck, and into your hair, soon deepening the kiss. 

Not expecting things to escalate so soon, you couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper as your hands landed on her hips, nails digging into her sides desperately as she laughs against your lips, pulling back. 

“You’re really cute, y’know?” She purrs, using her hand to brush a strand of hair out of your face, and you can see the hint of pink spread across her lips as she smiles, drinking in the sight of you.

Before you even have a chance to respond, Ningning tackles your jawline, trailing kisses down your face and onto your neck. You try to respond, but when she starts to nip the side of your neck, the words you wanted to say somehow managed to melt into complete mush.

“Mmhmmhgh…” 

The sound that escapes your lips allows you the chance to actually feel embarrassed, and you slam a hand over your lips, looking away from Ninging. Your response elicits another laugh from the blonde, and you swear you could listen to the sound forever. 

Her symphony soon quiets though, and Ningning looks you straight in the eye, her gaze softening as she opens her mouth, struggling to find the right words to say.

“Look, I know we just met…” she trails off for a moment, almost a bit shy to continue, “but if you want to give me a chance and see where this goes, I promise I’ll treat you so well.” 

Her eyes are filled with genuine desire for you, and you couldn’t help but feel… Isolated? Targetted? For the first time you feel like you’re seen, and you don’t know what to do about it.

She presses on, “I’d really like to see you again, and I know you’re going through a lot right now but I want to be there with you every step of the way. I want to see where this takes us.”

“I want you, y/n.”

Your face heats up instantaneously, and you swear your eyes were threatening to bulge out of your skull right then and there. You look at her in silence as you struggle to find your words, and after a few seconds you finally croak out,

“I… I want to see where this takes us too, Ningning.”

Her eyes brighten at your response, and she beams, pulling you into a tight hug on the couch before interlocking her lips with yours once again. You giggle into the kiss, and throw the blanket over the two of you as the movie on the tv buzzed on. For the first time, you found someone warm enough for you.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

under the influence

words: 1.4k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, blowjob, dubcon, blackmail, mentions of forced sex, throwing up, drunk!reader

your head pounds as you stumble towards whatever light source is in front of you. your vision is glazed over, only amplified from how tired you are.

“y/n?” a voice calls out.

you open your mouth to respond but your feet trip over a crack on the sidewalk and you fall forward, barely catching yourself with your hands.

“ah, shit.” rafe groans, rushing over to check on you. he turns you over so your back is now against the pavement. “what happened to you?” “was at a party.” you manage to get out before turning your head and throwing up. rafe gathers your hair for you as you vomit onto the sidewalk. “got really drunk.” you say when you finish, spitting to get the taste out of your mouth.

“yeah, i can tell.” rafe scoffs. “want me to take you home?” “no-” you shake your head, looking up at rafe with tears in your eyes. “my parents would kill me if they found out.” your mind reels, tears suddenly falling which quickly turns into sobs.

“hey, hey, shh.” rafe tries to comfort you, his hand coming to rub over your shoulder. “shit, shut up. you can stay at tanneyhill.” “really?” you squeal, mood instantly turning around, a smile replacing your frown.

“yeah just… just get up, come on.” rafe helps you stand up, annoyed that you're ruining his plans for the night, but not wanting to leave you out here to fend for yourself. 

you know rafe mostly through your families, both being prominent members in the outer banks. you've grown up around each other, and while you’ve been kind of flirty in the past, in never progressed into anything.

rafe loops an arm around your waist, helping you walk towards his house. rafe had planned to walk to a party, probably the same one you're leaving from, before he came across you.

“are your parents home?” you ask, knowing that you'll have to sneak past them, as they will definitely tell your parents if they saw how obviously wasted you are. 

“no. it's just me at home. ward, rose and wheezie are gone for the weekend and sarah is who knows where.” rafe rolls his eyes at even having to mention his sister.

“probably john bs.” you comment, before throwing out a snide remark. “dirty pogue.”

it makes rafe smile, remembering that you harbor the same feelings towards the other side of the island that he does.

rafe leads you inside his house before having to basically drag you up the stairs. he leads you into a guest room before letting you flop down onto the couch.

“you know i had plans for tonight, and now i gotta stay here and make sure you don't die of alcohol poisoning.” rafe says, wanting to make sure you know how much of a pain in his ass you are being.

“im sorry.” you pout, and it stirs something in rafe, seeing you laying splayed out on the bed, sorrowful look on your face and big doe eyes looking up at him.

“you know, you could do something to make it up to me.” rafe offers.

“like-like what?” you ask, blinking up at rafe.

“suck me off.” rafe says, watching you process and then react to what he just said.

“but-but! we are friends rafe you don't want me to do that!”

“i wouldn't ask if i didn't want it.” rafe shrugs. “besides, i was definitely going to hookup with a girl tonight, so im settling with just a blowjob, unless you want me to fuck you too?”

“no, no.” you shake your head quickly. you think about leaving, about walking out of tanneyhill, but you're not sure your legs can carry you that far. “ill suck you off.”

“good girl.” rafe says, rubbing over his crotch as you reposition yourself, flipping to your stomach and moving yourself to the edge of the bed.

“you're gross for this, rafe.” you say, even as you swat his hand away and rub over his length through the layers of fabric.

“we can always stop and i can take you back to your parents. tell them what a naughty girl you've been, getting drunk then rubbing at my dick.”

“no, no.” you shake your head. “im gonna do it just give me a sec.” you unbutton rafes pants slowly before tugging the zipper down, trying to force your mind to sober up as he tugs his pants down, taking the underwear down at the same time, revealing his half hard cock.

“oh my god, you’re so big.” the words slip out of your mouth before you can help it, making rafe chuckle.

you cautiously reach for his cock, wrapping your hand around the base and slowly beginning to stroke up and down, waiting for him to fully harden before you even attempt to put it in your mouth.

“come on, y/n.” rafe encourages you, stepping closer and pressing his thighs into the edge of the bed. you open your mouth and cautiously take a lick over the head of his cock, eyes sliding shut when you realize how good he tastes on your tongue.

you quickly take more of him, mouth swallowing his cock as you bob your head. rafe moans, tangling his fingers in your hair as you work on his cock, all apprehension gone the second you actually felt him.

“fuck, if this is how good you are drunk, i can’t imagine you sober.” rafe groans. he never really thought about you in a sexual way before, always just a background character in his life that he’d joke around and flirt with, but it was never serious until now.

“yeah?” you smirk as you pull off, taking a deep breath, your hand immediately beginning to stroke him to make up for it. 

“we’ll see if you even remember this.” rafe laughs, tugging on your hair, forcing you to retake him in your mouth. you choke slightly before regaining composure, sucking his cock deep into your mouth, managing to go all the way down and pressing your nose into his skin. you credit the alcohol flowing through your veins as the reason for your gag reflex not playing up, along with the confidence you have managed to muster up.

“are you sure i can’t fuck you?” rafe asks.

you shake your head no while still swallowing around his cock. you know you’ll wake up and regret this, but the regret is a million times better than the punishment you would face from your parents.

“maybe in the morning.” rafe grunts, hands tightening on your hair as he begins to snap his hips forward, keeping your mouth in place, not caring that drool is dripping down your chin and that your hands are fisted on the comforter, gripping it so tightly that you can feel your nails digging in to your palm through the fabric.

“so good, baby. keep sucking.” rafe commands, knowing he isn’t going to last much longer.

rafe lets out a groan and you feel him swell inside of your mouth before releasing, cumming straight down your throat, his hands keeping you pushed down on his dick, even when you try to pull away and take a breath.

rafe makes sure you stay on him for his entire high, throat constricting around his dick until he pushes your head away, cock flopping out.

you cough, wiping at your mouth. “i can’t believe you made me do that.”

“aye, chill out, y/n. you were certainly acting like you enjoyed it.” rafe laughs, tapping your cheek as you recoil. rafe tucks his cock back into his pants, redoing the button.

“yeah, whatever.” you roll onto your back, moving so your head is back over the pillow. your eyes close, 

“scooch over.” rafe commands, making you furrow your brow and look at him.

“what for?”

“i like this side of the bed.” he explains.

“you’re not sleeping in the same bed as me, fuck off.” you wave your hand.

“nah, you’re too drunk. gotta make sure you don’t puke all over the sheets.” rafe explains, hand coming to your hip, pushing so you have no choice but to roll to the other side of the bed.

“too drunk to sleep alone but not too drunk for me to suck your dick.” you roll your eyes. “make it make sense.” “hey.” rafe glares at you. “don’t make me wake you up with my cock inside you. shut it.”

he reaches over and shuts off the light, casting the room into darkness. you let out a sigh to show your disapproval of the situation but don’t say anything more as the silence stretches out a few minutes. “rafe?”

“what?” 

“can you hold me?”

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[ot9snumber1]

rabbit hole

sana minatozaki x reader

summary: sana dislikes—no, hates your idea of love.

warnings: suggestive, angst, fluff, roommate!sana, emetophobia very briefly mentioned, reader is an idiot

notes: inspired by 'rabbit hole' - deco*27! i've been getting into vocaloid recently 🤓

also i wrote this overnight? i've never written so fast before im scared dove what did u do to me (lovingly) (but seriously im finally free from writers block hooray!) (also this means its not proofread sorry)

wc: 4.1k

—

the loud slam of the door jolts sana awake, nearly falling off the couch as she sat up. her heart sinks, thinking that someone had broken in—but when you emerge from the dark hallway, she sighs out of relief.

sana checks the clock, 1:30 am. "you're home late. again." she mumbles, standing up and keeping the blanket wrapped around herself as she stopped you from going up the stairs. you groan, just wanting to take your clothes off and sleep.

"are you drunk?"

"no."

sana doesn't believe you. she steps closer, leaning in to smell your breath. you ignore the way your heart skipped a beat at that. instead of smelling liquor, her nose scrunches at the scent of perfume. it wasn't yours, nor hers, nor from the girl you slept with two days ago.

somehow, that made her feel worse than if you had actually been drunk.

"who was it this time?" she asks, grabbing your wrist and dragging you to the kitchen. sana hates that you struggled to keep up with her. "doesn't matter, i've done better."

she cringes at your words. "you can't just say that." sana mumbles frustratedly, letting go of you to get you a glass of water. her blanket falls by your feet. "what? that i've done better? because i have! this girl was, like,—"

"no! that it doesn't matter!" she whisper–yells, not wanting to wake any nosy neighbors up. sana forces you to hold the glass of water before picking the blanket up off the ground. "you don't even know her name, do you?"

you bite your lip, desperately trying to remember who you were begging to earlier. "uh.."

"you're–so—" sana looks like she wants to kill you. understandably so, but you think she's just being weirdly overprotective. she sighs, shaking her head. "i'm going to bed." is all she mumbles before pushing past you.

you watch as she disappears into your apartment. shrugging, you lean against the doorway and drink your water.

"what's her problem?"

—

"i don't know! i have to snap her out of this or something. it's getting worse every night!" she was watching you from the corner of her eye. it wasn't like she didn't trust nayeon or the people she invited over, she just didn't trust what you'd do in a room full of strangers.

(a room full of nayeon's really attractive friends is how she'd describe it.)

momo puts a hand on sana's arm, her other hand taking her cup. she frowned, worried for her best friend as she grew antsy just talking about you.

"okay, first of all, that's enough drinking for you." momo mumbled, downing the rest of sana's drink despite the angry pout on her face. "second, you need to tell her that this shit's unhealthy."

"i've tried!"

"angrily taking care of her when she comes home isn't confronting her."

sana's pout gets deeper. she hadn't even said anything that would make momo think that... but she knew she couldn't argue with her. that did happen to be what she was doing after all.

"either way, she's either drunk out of her mind or smelling too much like someone else for me to even think of telling her to stop." sana sounds hopeless at this point, leaning against a wall and throwing her head back against it. "i don't think that second thing should stop you from confronting them...?" momo's eyebrows furrow, trying to make sense of what sana was saying.

she gasps, "unless—you're jealous?"

sana freezes, attention going to momo. "no? no! that's—i'm not like that—i care about them—" she stammers, trying to deflect what momo just said until her eyes land on you. you were across the room, rolling your eyes at something chaeyoung said.

she looks back at momo, then you, then momo. "maybe i am? that's not the main point, though! what she's doing is totally unhealthy!" sana spews out, her words almost faster than momo could comprehend. (she had years of experience in sana-speak, though. sana could make unintelligible noises and she'd still understand what she was saying.)

"calm down, sha. i'm not saying you're only doing this because you're jealous." momo reassures, but sana could tell she was biting back a laugh. "i'm just saying that it's bugging you more because you care so much about her as a friend and because you've had feelings for her since she moved in."

sana sighs. "you're right. sorry for getting defensive."

momo shrugs, giving her a reassuring smile. "don't apologize. i'll get us some more drinks."

sana watches as momo walks away, trying to shrink into the wall while she was alone. she liked meeting new people but not when she felt unease build up in her stomach.

she should just talk to you, she thinks. if she can hear that you're doing fine right now then her nerves will be completely gone for the rest of the—

"who is that?" sana asks, entire body tensing up when momo comes back with two cups in hand. momo looks to where sana was glaring at and winces.

you were talking to one of nayeon's friend's friend's friend. she was a bit all up in your face for someone you just met.

"chaewon i think was her name? she came here with sakura. sakura's mina's friend and—" momo purses her lips when sana storms her way over to you. she sighs, looking down at the cups she was holding. "more for me."

—

"i can't." you whine as chaewon wrapped her arms around your neck, bringing you even closer. she laughs, throwing her head back. you stare at her neck and lick your lips, wondering how good she'd look when you leave your mark on her. "my roomie's driving me home." you pout, "she doesn't like when i bring girls over."

"tell her you're going home with me, then." she shrugs, retracting an arm to take a sip of her drink. "kkura can catch a ride with someone else, she'll understand." chaewon's offer sounds way too good to turn down, especially when she props the cup against your lips for you to drink.

you accept, eyes locking with hers as you accept the alcohol happily. "how's that sound?"

"perf—"

"excuse me." someone interjects, using all of her strength to separate you and chaewon. you groan, about to shove the intruder away until you realize it was sana. that makes you groan again. "sorry, i have to take this one home." sana says, an arm wrapping around your waist as she stared chaewon down

your eyebrows furrow. "what? no you don't!" you hiss, trying to push sana away from you. she just tightens her grip around you. "i'm going with chaewon."

"no you're not." sana replies through gritted teeth. "sorry about her," she smiles, false sweetness all over her demeanor. "she's like this all the time. she's not what you're looking for."

sana practically drags you away from chaewon and out of the apartment. on your way out, she mouths a 'gotta go!' to nayeon, who takes one look at you and nods understandingly.

needless to say, you're pissed.

you were about to have the night of your life! the best sex you'd had in.. well, a few weeks, you think. your last handful of partners were nothing but time killers. ugh, that made it even worse. why was sana so mad about your sex life anyway?!

you were sulking the entire ride, arms crossed and refusing to even have her in your peripheral vision. sana notices and it drives her crazy.

she quickly pulls over, driving you equally crazy. the tension in that car was thick.

"what is with you?!" sana nearly shrieks, turning to face you. you gasp, finally looking at her. "what is with me? i'm not the one unnecessarily inserting myself in my roommate's sex life!"

"what the fuck are you talking about? i'm trying to protect you!"

"from what, sana? hot girls?"

sana let out a big exhale. you were being so frustrating—more so than usual. if it weren't for the seatbelts and the fact you both care about each other, you probably would've been at each other's throats by now.

"from doing whatever this is!" her words are accompanied by gesturing to you with both of her hands. you still didn't get it. "don't you realize how unhealthy this is?"

you blink, tilting your head in confusion. "unhealthy would be the last word i'd use to describe love, sana."

her eyes widen. "love—?" she leans back in her seat, exasperated. "you've gotta be fucking kidding." sana mumbles, her hands finding their way to the steering wheel. her knuckles go white at how tight she was holding on.

"what?" you were genuinely puzzled at her reaction. "aren't you like, the number one advocate for loving in your own way?"

"this is not love!" her eyes are back on you. you frown, she was genuinely intimidating now. "you are hurting yourself! you're letting these people take advantage of you... i don't know! you wanting to be held?"

you scoff, rolling your eyes and leaning back. "you don't get it. it's not my fault miyeon broke up with your sorry ass." the words leave your mouth before you could even process that you had the guts to think about sana like that. "wait, no—i'm sorry—"

"fuck off." sana mumbles, shifting the car back into drive.

you stay put the rest of the ride, feeling a pit grow deep inside your stomach.

—

sana wasn't home the next morning. you weren't sure if she had plans or work—she'd always tell you beforehand. it made you feel even worse, it took a miracle to get through breakfast without throwing up. the same went for the rest of the day.

by the time the sun set, you were shaking from nerves. you didn't want to face sana when she came home. you didn't want to keep thinking about her and what she said and what you said and what you've been doing.

instead, you get the brilliant idea to respond to your ex's text that you'd left on delivered for three hours.

y/n: pick me up in 10

do not reply: knew you'd come around ;)

you throw up in the toilet before you leave.

—

you don't even make it out of the parking lot of your apartment.

lisa's parked in the furthest corner, too dark for anyone to see inside and too far for anyone to hear how you were panting against her.

you were wedged between lisa and the back of the passenger seat. she pushed her thigh further against your throbbing pussy, biting your lip with a smile. "fuck, couldn't wait to see me, huh?" she hums as she watches you grind down on her thigh desperately.

"you've been thinking about me, haven't you? dressed up so slutty.. you wanted me to fuck you in here, no?" lisa's voice grows raspy as she toyed with the fishnets on your legs.

her words fall on deaf ears. your body was enjoying this, but your mind was far away from the woman sucking on your collarbone. you're not even sure why you chose this stupid bunny outfit sana bought you for april fools.

there it is again, you were thinking about sana. sana sana sana sana. no matter what you did, she was clouding your mind!

"turn around baby, i wanna see what set you're wearing for me." lisa whispers and you obey absentmindedly, still thinking about what sana said to you while she undid the ties holding your corset together.

then it hits you.

sana likes you.

she's jealous that you're sleeping with everyone but her!

you gasp, making lisa peek from behind you. "what's wrong, baby?"

you swat her hands away from your back, turning around. "oh my god. sana's in love with me."

"your roommate?"

you nod. lisa frowns, "what does that—"

"i'm so sorry, i have to go!" you mutter, clumsily opening the door and climbing out of it. lisa's calling after you, frustrated and confused to the max as you ran back to your apartment.

the slamming of the front door makes sana flinch, immediately muting the show she was watching. her head whips to you clumsily running into the living room, kicking your heels off as soon as you saw her.

sana's eyes widen and she's furious again—"what the hell are you wearing?" she stands up, but gets pushed down by you once you make it in front of her. she hates that you look good in that stupid outfit she bought and hates that she can tell your corset was halfway undone.

"doesn't matter—i get what you were trying to tell me yesterday."

"you do?"

sana looks hopeful as you sit next to her, that sweet smile you adored gracing her face.

"yes!" you grin. the way she was smiling at you made you feel like your heart was going to jump out of your chest. "and i'm really sorry for what i said yesterday, that was really shitty of me."

sana shakes her head, "it's okay. you were mad, so was i. i think i could've been nicer but—if it helped you realize it in the end, i guess it's all in the past."

you nod eagerly, barely able to contain your excitement as you lunge forward and kiss her. you sigh, it felt so good to love h—

sana pulls away, hand on your chest to keep you at a distance. "what the fuck?"

your heart sinks. "what? don't you—i thought you liked me?"

sana blinks, looking as shocked as she did yesterday. "of all the things i yelled at you about, that's what you got out of it?"

"isn't that what you were trying to tell me?"

"no, oh my god!"

sana was pacing in front of you now while you were sat and looking up at her like a dumb bunny. (you kind of were one, anyway.)

"i don't want to yell at you again, i'm going to bed."

you watch her leave, snapping out of a trance when she slams the door.

you look back to the tv to see what sana was watching.

the bachelorette, greaaaat. you roll your eyes and change the channel. seeing someone else's messy love life didn't really make you feel better about yours.

huffing, you take your bunny headband off and stare at it down on your lap. what was so hard for you to understand?

—

you were laying face down on nayeon's couch a week later. you'd been ignoring sana, feeling guilty every time you even thought of her. it didn't exactly help that she kept checking up on you anyway.

sana-ya 💜💜💜💜: u ok?

sana-ya 💜💜💜💜: i won't be home tonight, staying at momo's

sana-ya 💜💜💜💜: lmk if u need anything

"sana texted again." nayeon hums as she sees your phone light up beside her. you'd tossed it out of frustration onto the floor half an hour ago. nayeon was on the floor so she could comb through your hair with a comb she accidentally bought. it was one of those metal tooth ones meant to capture lice.

"you really need to talk to her, y/n."

"i knooooow!" you whine. nayeon was inspecting your hair really well, surprisingly. not that you actually had lice, she was just bored and you were miserable. at least it was relaxing?

"i don't know what to say, though! i've been a complete idiot! what if she hates me?"

"she's been sending you texts every day since you started leeching off me."

you groan. why must sana be the sweetest person ever?

"i'm not leeching off you."

"then go home tonight."

you groan again.

nayeon sits back, putting the comb away and letting you lift your head to face her. "if you're so convinced that she's either jealous or trying to control what you do, why do you care? it's not like you to be this affected by what anyone says."

you shrug, turning around to lay on your back. "i'm trying to figure that out. i'd say it's because she's my roommate but that never stopped me from going behind her back in the past."

"and it's not like i'd give a shit if anyone else told me to fuck off. or push me away if i tried to kiss them."

nayeon raises an eyebrow, "so sana's special?"

"i guess."

she grins. it was nothing she didn't know, she just wanted to hear it from you. "hope you know you've been in love with her for a while now."

you sit up, looking at her like she was crazy. "nayeon. when i say you're crazy i really mean it."

she shakes her head. "no! i'm being serious! think about it, why were you so eager to leave lisa when you thought sana liked you?"

you purse your lips, genuinely thinking about what nayeon was saying.

"and this entire thing of yours started when sana went on a trip abroad with momo! you didn't have access to the most affectionate person in your life for two weeks and you kept whining about how they kept posting each other like they were dating!"

nayeon gets up and sits beside you, rubbing your arm gently. "i didn't say anything at first because god knows you would've told me to fuck off."

"oh, and didn't one of the girls you hooked up with warn you about how bad this was too? what was her name... jihyo? and you wouldn't even listen to her."

"i think i get it, nayeon."

"shhh, no, let me have this. sana's the only person you ever listened to, or at the very least considered changing yourself for. love isn't whatever the hell you're doing to replace the lack of affection in your life—"

"ouch." you grumble, but nayeon just tells you to take it. you do, she was right anyway. "love is how you're acting about sana."

you cringe. "that was the cheesiest thing you could have ever said to me." you mumble as you hug her. "but you're right, i think. thank you."

—

you don't slam the door closed this time, not wanting to give sana a heart attack with how many times you'd done it before.

as you approach her, you take note of the fact she was watching the bachelorette again. maybe the fake messiness of it all was comforting to her.

"sana?" you whisper, taking a seat beside her. she blinks, surprised to see you home at all. apologies die down in your throat. she looked so gentle.

"i thought you were at momo's?"

"nayeon texted me saying that you might need someone to come home to."

you smile, unable to look her in the eyes anymore. "i'm sorry, sana. for everything. i've been really stupid for the past few months."

"more than stupid, but go on."

you chuckle lightly, your body feeling lighter after realizing she really didn't resent you. "i was too stubborn to listen to anyone about it. except you, evidently. you're... really special to me."

"and i'm sorry for kissing you the other night! god, i was really dumb and just jumped at the chance that you might love me too because i really didn't want to consider that you were right about me hurting myself." sana listened intently as you rambled out your apologies. you were really making sure that you apologized for anything and everything—so much had happened and you hated that sana got caught up in it.

"and i shouldn't have talked about your relationship with miyeon like that. i know how hard it was for you and i was just deflecting and being an ass. sorry."

your eyes meet hers again, sad and brimming with tears. you hold in your breath until she crawls over and hugs you tightly. you hug her back just as tight, crying into her cream colored sweater.

"thank you," sana whispers. "i'm glad you've finally come to your senses. i forgive you." you let out the biggest sigh of relief as she rubs your back comfortingly.

"and i think i'm in love with you."

"i know."

you're suddenly pulled into her lap. sana peels your body off of her so she could wipe your tears away and hold your face. "i.. i love you too, but let me think about it first? this whole situation was so..."

"messy?"

"that's not how i'd describe it, but i guess, yeah, it was messy."

you nod, "it's okay, i understand."

the bachelorette was still playing in the background, filling in the silence between you and sana.

"can i watch with you?"

sana nods, letting you snuggle up beside her. it takes a minute for the two of you to adjust, but as soon as you do, she's talking your ear off about what you need to know about the contestants.

you listen, paying more attention to her expressions than what she's saying.

it felt good to have this again.

—

it's been two months since you confessed your love to sana.

you never bugged her about it, but she remembered to tell you that she was still thinking about it every now and then. you didn't really mind, anyway, the two of you were back to being attached at the hip and that was more than enough for you.

"have you seen sana?"

you were back at nayeon's place, celebrating her girlfriend's birthday. nayeon looks around, lips pursed. "over there!" she yells because the two of you were standing right by the big speaker chaeyoung brought. "thanks!" you yell back before making your way across the room to sana.

you weave through the crowd, nearly tripping over yourself three times before you finally land in front of sana...

who was talking to someone else.

you try not to be jealous, but it was incredibly hard when the girl she was talking to was visibly falling for her!

you didn't want to look overly possessive, especially because the two of you weren't officially dating. you start walking away, but sana catches you in the corner of her eye.

"y/n!" she calls out, her voice as bubbly as ever. you freeze for a moment but turn back to her and walk over with a tight smile. "hi, sana. hi.." you turn to the girl she was talking to, observing her.

"soyeon."

you give her a polite smile before turning back to your roommate. "did you need anything?" she asks, noticing that you've been trying to talk to her the entire time you've been here. "no... just... wanted to see you...?"

they both stare at you for a bit, soyeon extremely confused while sana blushes and giggles. you want the ground to swallow you whole—what kind of an excuse was that?!

"you're adorable, you know?"

you laugh awkwardly and decide to walk away after that. you didn't know how to act knowing other people were interested in your sana.

unluckily for you, she was being talked to all night long. one person after the other, always being stopped when you could see she was trying to make her way to you.

it pissed you off.

you weren't sure what else to do, though, so you just sat on nayeon's couch and sulked for the rest of the night.

—

sana was humming along to the song playing in the car, making sure to take the long route back home.

"can't last a night without being my center of attention, huh?" she teases, looking over to you while stopped at a red light. you blush, thankful for the red light. (sana's smile made you realize she knew you were blushing anyway.)

"you make me sound terrible." you huff, lips forming a pout. sana chuckles, "i think it's cute."

"wanna go out tomorrow?" she asks, humming as her eyes focus back to the road. you turn to look at her, partly confused and partly because you just wanted to stare at her pretty face. "are you asking me out?"

"duh."

"but i thought you needed time to think about it...?"

"if you don't want to go out with me, i have soyeon's number, just so you know."

you whine, hitting her arm lightly. "kidding, kidding." she laughs. "it's been two months, n/n. i'm sure i've had a thought since then."

you roll your eyes, you hated how much she loved to mess with you sometimes. "yeah, whatever. i expect to be pampered and be the center of your attention tomorrow." you tease, relaxing back into your seat.

"of course, your majesty."

she stops at another red light, quickly leaning over to kiss you. "only if you do the same for me on the next date, deal?"

you stare at her, completely flustered while she tucks your hair behind your ear. she's so irritating, you love her so bad.

you kiss her again, "deal."

[multiheadcanons]

A (CURRENTLY) SOBER TAKE ON A PREVIOUSLY DRUNK POST. MERCS AND ALCOHOL

scout: scout will not admit that alcohol is some of the nastiest shit in the world since actual excrement fresh out of the colon. what he will do instead is order a girly drink. he doesn’t care that a cape cod is just vodka and cranberry juice and a lime. he’ll drink five of those. beats a beer any day of the week. and he gets shitfaced. cut him off after three or he will throw up in your car, or on you. whenever that fourth drink hits.

soldier: soldier is exclusively a beer drinker. he will always pick a beer over any other liquor, wine, spirit, or cider out there. he wouldn’t say he has a favorite, particularly, he isn’t the one shopping so he doesn’t feel right specifying any kind of beer. he will drink whatever is bought for him. it all tastes the same. like marginally bad water. extremely high tolerance, he can go through a case of beer in two days.

pyro: pyro isn’t particularly a drinker. pyro doesn’t have many vices at all, when it comes to controlled substances! but if everyone else is drinking, then they’ll get themselves a little fruity drink with a crazy straw. they can appreciate a good glass of sangria! but mainly they’re not using alcohol to get a buzz going. they’re more likely to use it to get a good flame going! would be a big fan of frozen margaritas with a sugar rim, or precarious and pretentious cocktails with vibrant presentations.

demoman: alright, i’m half a cocktail in. let’s do this. the scrumpy demo drinks is based off of a cider, which makes me think that demo was, at some point in time, not a liquor drinker. now he’s an alcoholic, and he just genuinely doesn’t care what is put in his body as long as it has an alcoholic content. this is what leads to him drinking cleaning products and hydrogen peroxide. but he does prefer ciders. wine is not included on that list. he just doesn’t like the taste, and will only drink it if it’s the only thing in the base.

heavy: alright i’m a full cocktail and half of some other thing in, im at half a buzz, let’s really go. heavy is a liquor drinker, in all of its forms and variants. i know the man will appreciate a good gin and tonic. he’s really not a beer drinker, it’s not strong enough to be nearly as gross as it is. and that’s why he will opt for a shot and a chaser, or a simple cocktail. vodka cran (vodka and any juice, really), gin and tonic, rum and coke if there’s nothing else for him. he stays away from wine because his wine drunk is another level, and he never remembers what happened. he just gets amused stares and whispers about him in the hallway.

engineer: you wouldn’t think it looking at him, but he’s quite the enjoyer of mead. it’s nice and sweet, but strong as hell, and he likes that. he will get very fucked up very fast if nobody’s keeping track of his alcohol consumption. but truthfully, it’s that way for most alcohols and engineer. if nobody else is keeping track, he’s not either. he’s a social drunk. and i specify drunk and not just drinker because there is no getting a couple drinks unless one of you is keeping track. he is not a fan of ciders. it’s too much like soda, and that’s not his favorite thing either. will never take a chaser.

medic: the doctor will always reach for a beer before he reaches for any other alcoholic beverages. blame it on him being german if you want, it’s just what he goes to. he’s never looking to get drunk, he’s just looking for a good buzz. hates IPAs, loves a good sour beer. i know he would chug a watermelon girlfriend from prairie. to add to that, his counterpart would love the blueberry boyfriend. they’re so good… medic, much like engineer, suffers from the fact that if nobody else is keeping track of his alcohol consumption, he’s not either. he might keep a thought of it in the back of his head, but it is quickly forgotten when someone puts a glass in his hand and tells him to drink.

sniper: sniper will drink anything as long as it will get him fucked up, but he has to be in the mood to drink. newsflash, sniper is rarely, if ever, in the mood to drink. sniper does not recreationally drink unless there is no other substance available. he is definitely more of a smoker. he just thinks alcohol is nasty. and he hates the experience of getting and being drunk. at least if he smokes he can still do his job, but he cannot do his job and be drunk. he really doesn’t know how demo does it!

spy: spy is a wine connoisseur and that’s all he’ll ever tell anyone. he likes to keep his experience with liquors close to his chest. what that means is spy is an ultra mega lightweight. he can’t get more than two shots before he’s stumbling into people. so he sticks to just a couple of glasses of wine. he’s more open to push that if everyone else is drinking to get fucked up, but he takes a little trip around the room to see if this is an instance where he can do so.

[champion-of-love]

thinking about pink squad being the resident party throwers in ever after and all the shenanigans they get up to when planning

in the books, briar had the position of social throne on the student council (or something similar cant remember) so i just know that she has 100% memorized all the forms and steps on procedures on throwing events at eah.

apple wishes she has the same mastery as briar in paperwork. the girl can do budget proposals, logistical planning, role assigning, and etc in her sleep and thats not exaggerating.

(true hearts day being held in secret was an exception since grimm shot the event down as cupid suggested it. all their other events are approved by the school and grimm himself is going crazy trying to find a reason to reject their request but cant find a flaw in briar's event proposals.)

cupid is 'their guy' if they need anything. no matter how weird, how rare, how obscure, cupid knows how to get it. she just knows where to get it or knows someone who can get it for her ;)

girlie always has a delivery incoming to the point that blondie knows how to fake cupids signature so she could shoo away all the delivery birds that come to their dorm room because they need cupids signature before they could drop off their package.

hopper's their distraction guy. while he's not as charismatic in his human form, he's got a silver tongue in his frog form.

it isnt only just grimm who falls for hoppers made up play, but every teacher and professor falls for it too because he's just that good. made up plays, clubs, assemblies. he knows how to lie well enough that any school offical believe the lies coming out of his mouth.

(i know theyre teens still, but you cannot convince me that no one is drinking at any of these parties. theres no pressure to drink at all but the option's there if you wanna get loose and have a lil buzz. they're eventually going to drink alcohol in the future in balls and dances and such, so why not learn about their personal tastes and tolerance in alcohol now?)

the biggest hurdle in the pink squad's goal of getting happily ever wasted is, unfortunately, apple.

apple is a rule follower to her very essence and while she does go to the parties, she is against underage drinking. (but she's drunk on power all the time, okay jan.)

they figured out that the solution is just to always have a bowl of apple juice out in every party so that apple wouldnt know there's alcohol being served. they noticed that unless there wasnt any apple juice out, apple wouldnt try out any other drink. so with a bowl charmed to never run out of a.j., the students of ever after are free to drink as they please.

(i love the hc that ginger is also part of the pink squad, so im gonna give my hc of her in party planning as well)

ginger is their food and snacks girl. she makes the best food ever perfectly themed to the party that theyre throwing. from heart cakes on true hearts day, light finger food for the rager parties, to five course meals on their more classy events, ginger's got them covered. sometimes, she gets too conscious about what other people think of the food that she forgets to enjoy herself, but the pink squad drag her out of her funk and get her to have fun anyways

not members of the pink squad but people who sometimes help out

melody - the best dj in ever after! she uses these events sometime to test the reception to some of her upcoming songs before she releases them

daring - being blackmailed by cupid to act as a medic in case someone gets hurt. (this is also partly based on my cupid and daring friendship fic hjdjskr). he's the best in rescuing damsels, whats a drunk teen of not a damsel? (he's actually really good at giving first aid tho)

darling - security! they do have bouncers and such, but if anyones getting too rough at a party, they can get darling and a look from her gets the troublemaker running in fear or apologizing profusely

blondie - apart from committing forgery in cupid's name, she also gets the word out on her mirror blog when they have an event happening soon!

[bloomries]

I'm not sure if you write angst or not, but if you do can you write the brothers (separately) and mc get into a big argument like a very heated one and the brothers says something like "im so fucking tired of you blah blah blah the next time i see you better be at your funeral" and then like a few hours later mc either dies or is like almost dead but survives you can pick 🫶🏿🫶🏿 FEEL FREE TO MODIFY(?) MY REQUEST AT ALL !! you don't have to write all of the brothers

regretting his words.

includes : lucifer, mammon, satan, and belphegor.

summary : getting into a fight with ___, him basically telling you he wishes you were dead, but he'll soon find himself regretting those words when you get fatally injured.

warnings : gn! reader. heavy angst. serious & intense arguments. death (reader dies/nearly dies).

note : thank you for the request! i totally didn't cry i did! i don't write angst often, so i'm not sure how good it is but i hope that it suffices! please enjoy!

LUCIFER

You were just happily chatting away, telling Lucifer about your day when he slammed his hands on his desk, standing up abruptly as he glares at you with those terrifying red eyes. "Stop. Speaking." His voice echoes off the walls.

"W- What-"

"I said, stop speaking. Fuck, all you do is talk. I can't wait for the day you finally cease that incessant yapping!" You're too stunned to say anything else, faltering between wanting to cry and to yell, instead Lucifer continues. "Leave, now! And don't come back unless you decide you can be quiet." He points to the door, and you scamper off without a word.

If he had known that would be the last time he got to hear about your day, he would've bit his tongue and set his pen down to listen. However, he stands beside your lifeless body, staring at it with a bitter taste in his mouth. Was this... his fault?

If he hadn't shouted for you to leave, then you wouldn't have left the house, and wouldn't have been attacked by a drunk demon. "H... How- How do we get them back-" He lifts his head to look up at Diavolo, who hesitates.

Oh.

There was no getting you back. "No... W- We brought them back before, we can do it again. Do it again!" He demanded, although when he realized how loud his voice got, he faltered. Yelling, again. Why was he always yelling? He can't remember...

Diavolo leaves, to give Lucifer some time to process and time to say what goodbyes he needs to. The moment the door closes, Lucifer drops to his knees, holding back tears as he lightly holds your hand. "I- I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... Tell me, please. Tell me about your day, I want to hear it. Please." Despite the desperation in his hoarse voice, no words are given back to him, and he realizes he'll have to come to terms with the fact he'll never hear your voice again.

MAMMON

"Get off of me," Mammon shoves you away, sneering at your pleading expression. "If ya don't wanna support me then just go." You knew it would be a hard task, to get the demon of greed to stop gambling, but you had tried relentlessly either way.

"Mammon, I just think-"

"Here we go again, I don't wanna hear your naggin' again, 'kay?" You rush to grab hold of his arm, holding him back from leaving.

"Please, just stay in and-"

"Fuck, can you get off? I'm so fuckin' tired of this shit," His eyes glowed as he glared down at you, anger coursing through his veins, "I don't wanna see ya again, not less it's at your funeral, got it? Now just leave me be," He finally shook you off and left, slamming the door and leaving you in darkness.

Darkness that Mammon would soon return to, only the apartment he left you at was set ablaze. His heart was hammering in his chest as he rushed past the crowd, swerving through the fire despite the cries from the crowd for him to stop.

Pushing open the door, his heart hammered in his chest as he seen you, on the ground. He couldn't care about the smoke, even as he hacks his lungs out, as he checks your vitals desperately.

You were still alive, although barely. As he picks you up, a paper falls out of your hand. He picks it up and his world stops moving.

'Next time we'll kill them. Pay your debts.' He knew exactly who it was from, those damned witches. Cursing under his breath, he carries you out of the burning building, and on the ride to the hospital, he's blubbering apology after apology, begging for your forgiveness, even though you've yet to wake.

SATAN

"You can't do anything right, can you?" Satan hisses out, snatching the book in your hand away from you. You thought you'd try and be helpful, to organize his books for him since it had gotten so messy, but instead you were met with his fury. "Damn it, you messed everything up!" He groans at the sight of his books being put back in their place. He had a system! And you ruined it.

"I have to reorganize all of this now!" He swiped all the books you had put on the shelf off, them all clattering to the ground with heavy thuds. You slowly backed yourself towards the door. "The only thing you knew how to do right was die." The memory of dying by his brothers hand was painful, but nearly as painful as his words.

You choke on a sob, tears spilling down your cheeks. "I- I'm sorry," You whimper out, before leaving. It takes Satan a few hours to calm down, and once he does, he feels incredibly guilty. He should apologize, he decides, embarrassed as he opens the door- only to be met with a frantic household.

"Satan! There you are! What the hell!" Mammon is the first to notice Satan and his confusion.

"What's going on?" Satan asks, peering down the hall. "Where is [Y/n]?" Mammon falters, awkwardly shifting in place.

"No one told you...?" Satan gave him a look that read 'told-me-what?' and Mammon frowns, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"They got into an accident. We're all heading to the hospital but..." Satan's heart sinks at the grim look Mammon holds. "It doesn't sound good, s- so hurry!"

An accident? You got into an accident? He doesn't bother to wait for his brothers, rushing to where you're being held, and when he gets to you... Your body is bruised and battered, and your vitals are weak but at the very least stable.

"No... Please, no..." He takes your hand in his, "Y- You have to wake up, okay? So I can apologize properly, so you can hate him. I need you to wake up and hate me, okay? Curse me, hex me, I don't care just wake up..." He holds back the bile crawling up his throat. "Don't die, I can't... I didn't mean it. I can't lose you, so please... Don't die."

BELPHEGOR

"Damn it, when you came back I should've just killed you again." He grumbled, swatting your hand away. He rolls over in his bed, his back facing you. "Stupid humans, good for nothin'..." Belphegor grumbles, closing his eyes. He just wants to sleep now.

"You're so mean..." You hold back tears, going to leave. "I'm not gonna bother to ask you if you wanna join ever again!" You huff, and he rolls his eyes, snuggling further into his bed.

"Don' care, never talk to me again for all I care." With that, you left (promptly slamming the door) and he fell asleep without a care.

And it's not until he's being shaken that he wakes again. "Damn it, wake up, Belphie..."

"Ugh, I thought you said you weren't gonna talk to me anymore," He groans, slapping at the hand shaking him. Except, as he wakes up some more, he realizes it's not your voice but Asmodeus. "Huh? Oh, I thought you were..." Belphie's words die in his throat at the tear-snot drenched face Asmodeus had. "What-"

"You idiot!" Asmodeus shrieks, "Do you even know what's going on? Of course you don't!" Belphie rolls his eyes, thinking Asmo is being dramatic again.

"I don't have time for this-"

"They died." Belphegor freezes, his blood running cold. "They died, and it's all your fault! If you had just joined us, then that dumbass demon would've been too scared to approach 'em, and wouldn't have hurt 'em!" Wait hold on... You died? No, this had to be some dumb prank, right? Right!?

"Asmo, what the fuck are you talking about?"

"Come downstairs and see for yourself!" Belphie follows apprehensively, and sure enough, there you lay, in your bed as if you were asleep, but you weren't. He couldn't hear your heart, that heartbeat that always lulled him into his most peaceful slumbers.

"No, not again..." His hands were shaking as he approached you, "How could I... I did... this?" He looks at his brothers, who shamefully turn away from his gaze. "No, I... I was just sleeping... I..." Tears spill down his cheeks. Curses and shouts erupt from him as he flips your desk, throwing memorabilia, and the such- energy his brothers haven't seen from him in quite some time. It was going to be a while before he accepted your death, once again dying because of him— And this time, there was no reset option.

[labulemon]

Theory: Haru and Taiga are Actually Partners in Anti-Darkwick Crime 💥🥷

I started thinking about Sagara "Liar" Haru and went deep diving. Sorry. Disclaimer this is a crack theory. im /j. unless ur /srs. then me too... <3

TLDR: Taiga wanting to eat Peekaboo is just a cover and Haru is pretending not to give a shit about Gen/Mio so they can blow the roof off of Darkwick. 💥

Reason Why 1: All of their "lighthearted" interactions and "Peekaboo Gets Eaten" encounters occur in public places and outdoors. Haru gets serious really quickly when it's just the two of them, which never really happens elsewhere. Plus, Taiga actually remembers Haru, which doesn't seem like it happens to many people.

Taiga, in general, doesn't seem to control when his anomaly-eating hunger strikes. He also doesn't seem like he's fully in his right mind. But in Peekaboo's case, he holds back long enough for Haru to come get Peekaboo, then straight up lets him go.

Did he seriously spend all of Jabberwock's money on anti-security measures on one man chasing one rabbit?

There are also tons of anomalies between Taiga and Peekaboo. Zipper crocs. Every animal from the entrance of Jabberwock to the dorms. Assuming he's actually in control of his hunger but still eats them anyways, couldn't he just walk outside and grab one?

Conclusion: Peekaboo's abductions are just a way to make it seem like Haru avoids Taiga. To stop the spy/Darkwick from suspecting them as they ready to blow it up. Plus it gives Haru an excuse to buy stuff when Haru mentions having to buff anti-Taiga-measures in Jabberwock.

Explanation 1: There's something special about Peekaboo that makes him particularly desirable. Explanation 2: He's always hungry, but the hunger just gets worse at certain points in the story. He wants to eat Peekaboo, but Haru's fast enough to get there in time and his pleading typically outweighs Taiga's hunger. Explanation 3: The defenses don't actually cost that much, Haru is known to make bad purchases (the capybara, unless he bought it to save her), and Taiga just really really wants to fuck with him because its really really funny. Explanation 4: It's just comedy and I need to stop thinking so hard😑

Reason Why 2: Haru treats Gen and Mio's situation very dismissively when he's next to Romeo and Rui by saying that Elias will take care of it, but he's super serious talking to Taiga.

Haru has pretty deep ties with them. According to Ritsu, Haru was the person tho took on Gen and Mio's debt to Sinostra. Even if they weren't that close, Gen seems to be the only person who can fix Haru's mechanical arm. Haru can't be careless about losing Gen, at the very least.

Haru has been shown to be a bad liar when put in the spotlight. When Romeo first tells him about their sentences, his "I had no idea~" REALLY sounds like he's faking it. Are they hiding something from the Rui and Romeo as well?

With the assumption that the "mermaid" that Hyde mentions is Gen or Mio, then it's true that Haru reacts incredibly poorly to it. So why be dismissive earlier..?

Conclusion: Haru and Taiga want other people to think Haru's given up on Gen/Mio. He can't publically protest their situation because it'd be too suspicious that he's trying to save them, and there's a spy.

Explanation 1: He just trusts in "Elias" so much that he only steps in when it seems like Elias can't do it alone. He's just talking to Taiga for a hint. Explanation 1.5: It's a really long time between Ep. 10 Chpt. 6 (Bar scene) and the last episode of Jabberwock's second chapter (Taiga and Haru scene) and now it's bad enough he goes to Taiga. Explanation 2: He's too stressed to talk about it with Romeo when he's half drunk and overworked. Plus, it's strange that Taiga would choose to work with Haru over his partner Romeo? Unless maybe it was to protect him? Explanation 3: The voice line is totally normal and I'm the only person who thought it was strange and fake-sounding (Same bar scene as above). Explanation 4: See above + It's a completely unrelated mermaid. We all know that Haru is just a big anomalous animal rights fan, duh. Explanation 5: I really really need to stop thinking so hard 😑

I think almost all the 3rd years in this game are involved some crazy inter-dorm drama about/bc of the Clash (mostly because of jin/frostheim) except Jabberwock and Sinostra so let them in on it smh

[inthelibrarybtw]

get to know rafe cameron in you're gonna go far

rafe who is very smart and graduated UNC with a business major. his dad gave him a job at cameron development his senior year of college. he enjoys working there just not with his dad. He has put a lot of effort into the company but his dad usually doesn’t acknowledge it and this has led him to believe he is not worthy of being there but he is. who is super sweet with Wheezie. Also with Sarah or at least he tries to even if he says he can’t stand her. he cares a lot for his sisters even if sometimes he is not the best at showing it to them. He loves his mom a lot and when she passed away it took a heavy toll on how dealt with his own emotions. 

rafe who doesn’t like the pogues, hates them even but the day he met pogue!reader it was like the sunshine entered his life even if he doesn’t like to admit it. getting to know her is one of his unspoken goals, he’s intrigued by her, he doesn’t understand why she is the way she is, she shouldn't be a pogue; she’s too beautiful and pogues can’t make him lose his mind. she doesn’t seem to care about him, and calls him on his shit in front of everyone and that makes him want her more. 

rafe who loves to play golf with his friends or alone. he usually goes with Topper and Kelce to make it more fun. if he goes alone, it means he needs to think or blow off some steam without having people nag him about what’s going on. when he was little, he often went with his mom; it’s the reason why he loves it so much, as it’s a way of maintaining a connection with her.

rafe who has a very strong presence. He is used to people doing what he says or being afraid of him. So when pogue!reader defends her friends from him and challenges him in everything, he can’t help but feel annoyed and drawn to her. It’s refreshing to have someone who isn’t afraid of him; he wants to know her. Not only does she stand against him, but she has something about her that calls to him, though he would never admit it. rafe who loves a good boat day, peace, and quiet. he has his secret place where he goes from time to time; he parks his truck and stays there for hours. no one has been there but him. he likes it that way. he enjoys the quiet unless he wants to party, and then he blasts the music as loud as possible. he likes to smoke weed and get drunk, but never shitfaced. he learned to be better after the number of times he ended up throwing up or not remembering much at frat parties back in college. he has matured, even though sometimes it doesn’t look like it.

authors note: hello again, it took me a while, college is sucking the life and time out of me but i needed you guys to get to know my take on rafe for this fic, im utterly in love with him because i know how the story will go and i promise i'll make my effort to write faster because i want you guys to fall in love with him too. see you soon hopefully

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[pattonvirglsanders]

TMA as quotes from my friends

Elias: Kids, if you murder someone, just change your name to Not Guilty!

Melanie: Do you have a knife? Like a sharp one?

Jon: I’m dead on the INSIDE not OUTSIDE! There’s a difference!

Jon, very drunk: Did you know that humans can hear with their ears?

Martin: There’s nothing wrong with looking like an aspirin pill!

Jon: Mayyybbbee your right

Martin: YEAH YOU ARE.....wait-

Martin: Do you think Jesus can read minds?

Melanie: Are you on Jesus’s side or my side?

Tim: Shaggy had no idea he was on crack

About Martin and Peter Lucas: Newest Headline: Stubborn introverts pick a fight in a Shake Shack

Martin: I don’t like confrontation......USUALLY-

Elias: You have been DUPED, bamboozled, thunderstruck.

Martin: I don’t feel the need to be run over by a bus at this time, please come back later.

Martin: According to google, you’re JESUS-

Basira: Only serial killers drink warm Bacardi

Martin: It’s not memory foam as much as it’s TraumaFoam ™

Jon to Gerry: Where were you the night you were murdered?!

Distortion!Helen: Who needs gender when you can have pockets!

Martin: Well then you’re a noodle!

Tim: What type of noodle?

Martin: A weak noodle!

Tim: Weak isn’t a type of noodle!

Martin: Then you’re spaghetti!

Sasha: No not spaghetti, it’s too nice. What about that weird chickpea pasta?

Tim: I do not want heterosexual skittles!

Martin: We’re not gonna murder anyone today

Georgie: The cat loves getting high at our house

Melanie: *sending you good vibes and the permission to commit 1 felony*

Jonah Magnus: Life is a lot tastier the less morals you have

Elias/Jonah: Authoritarianism is great when I’m the authority

Elias @ Peter: I don’t fuck losers!

Also Elias @ Peter: I will win sex!

Distortion!Helen: Stick it to the MAN man.

Melanie: You’re not a MAN, man!

Tim: I just have a fifth sense for those things

Martin: Ah it’s melting and covered in hair! I’ll throw it out

Jon: IM melting and covered in hair! Are you gonna throw ME out?

Jon: I am now British Jesus

Melanie: If someone slaps you, kill them

Tim: I WAS BLACKOUT DRUNK THIS ENTIRE YEAR

Elias: I shall hang him instead, ROPES are reusable! :)

Elias: *looks at the aromantic flag* Is that the Italian flag?!

Jon: My gender is an ER patient

Tim: I have a politician- a PETITION- I don’t have a man I have an idea

Basira: My week has been uninteresting and Jon is probably transfem

Jonah Magnus: I accept king, queen, ruler, god

Jon: Cuocally described as quote, “a bitch”, unquote

Martin: *with the most ire you’ve ever heard* …happy salmon

Elias/Jonah: *to a telemarketer* I’m already dead

Elias: A bumpkin, a buffoon, a zipperhead

Tim: I am secure in the fact that I am a pretty, pretty princess

Elias: I want to practice tyranny

Jon about basically any Lightner: This book is about killing the hell out of each other

Elias: De Kooning wouldn’t like it but HA he’s dead

Jonah Magnus: I don’t care about the normal life expectancy, I’m going to live forever

Jon: We can call all sorts of shadows into doubt

Georgie: God’s out there chilling

Daisy: Cease and decease

Jon after accidentally starting the eyepocalypse: I appear to have made a fucky-wucky

Melanie: Elias is gone and it definitely wasn’t my fault

Peter Lucas: It’s not funny when I help people

Elias: Remember kids it’s not a felony if it’s a misdemeanor

Jon: Now I need to bring my tomes to work

About Jon: He is now no longer a little guy, he has become an instrument of destruction

The Distortion: I speak no lies… unless I speak lies

Jon in Somewhere Else: My best friend had to murder me, it was SO MUCH FUN