#or maybe he just wants to get drunk🤔

[filmbyjy]

TWITTER SUCKS! > thirty-one! breaking my silence

a/n: next special chapter. drunk ni-ki causes the next fight of enha😨

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synopsis > who knew you could become famous overnight for paying $8 for a single blue checkmark? however, it does come with consequences…what happens when the actual BELIFT Lab comes knocking at your door. all because you simply impersonated your bias.

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[wlntrsldler]

smau where the betrayal didn’t happen; fratboy! luke x poseidon! reader

a/n: i have no affiliations with these greek orgs and im def playing into the sterotypes 😭

part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 (final)

tagged chrisr0driguez.

lukecastell4n: rush kappa sigma.

chrisr0driguez: my brother 🤞🏾

chrisr0driguez: kappa sig 🔛🔝

liked by lukecastell4n.

poseidonsfavchild: you are definitely not old enough to be drinking??

lukecastell4n: don’t be a snitch 🙄

bethchase: the first pic looks so dangerous what do y’all be doing out there

gr0verunderwood: no fr

clarisselarue: u dont wanna know beth

bethchase: oh

clarisselarue: just say ksig like the rest of us???? why r u using the frat’s whole government name 💀

silenabeauregard: i have never heard anyone call ksig KAPPA SIGMA LIKE LETS BE SO SERIOUS

charliebeck: we can’t abbreviate our frat names. we get in trouble 🙄

silenabeauregard: ok mr. sigma nu

yn_yln: my fav frat <3

lukecastell4n: kappa sig’s sweetheart 🤍

tagged lukecastell4n.

yn_yln: thanks for being the best formal dddate 🩵

lukecastell4n: dlam

lukecastell4n: did i do that right

yn_yln: LMAOOO yes i love u

silenabeauregard: him carrying u bc ur feet hurt is so real of him

clarisselarue: maybe he’s not that bad

silenabeauregard: perhaps not 🤔

chrisr0driguez: lukecastell4n you seeing this?

yn_yln: stop 😭😭😭 i promise he’s good to me

clarisselarue: he better be 🙂

liked by lukecastell4n.

poseidonsfavchild: i keep seeing alc in all ur frat and sorority posts like is this ALL YALL DO? what happened to volunteering? philanthropy?

yn_yln: we have our annual fall fundraiser coming up if u want to donate

gr0verunderwood: now why would u say that when u know he’s broke 🤨

bethchase: HELP

tagged silenabeauregard, clarisselarue, and lukecastell4n.

yn_yln: when girls night gets crazy so you gotta call your fav uber driver to take you and the girls home

thanks for the picture lena 🩷

silenabeauregard: pi phi x tridelt crossover 🏹 🔱🤍

yn_yln: my favorite angel 👼🏽

lukecastell4n: at your service 🫡

yn_yln: love ya lukey

lukecastell4n: love ya more

clarisselarue: ok after last night, i approve of the frat boy ig

yn_yln: he deserves financial compensation for our horrible drunk rendition of “linger” in the car

silenabeauregard: STOP I FORGOT ABOUT THAT 💀

charliebeck: your snap friends didnt. we got a 30 minute snap story of you guys singing it because you said the crowd deserved an “encore”

silenabeauregard: but u watched the whole thing tho? fan behavior 🥱

chrisr0driguez: would you date a frat boy

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yn_yln: chrisr0driguez say it with your chest 😭

chrisr0driguez: yn pleaseeee dont tell her it was a moment of weakness

lukecastell4n: shooters shoot 🤷🏻‍♂️

yn_yln: ^ what he said

[00-jammy-00]

Since you mentioned u haven’t gotten more specific requests… maybe Yan CEO and how the first meet up at the convention was like? 🤔 with CEO reader OR his POV when reader hits on him while drunk (are they in a bar together? Business trip <3) can be a little smutty too as a treat since you mentioned him cumming in his pants when you kiss him..

Yan!CEO HC’s

Yan!CEO x GN! CEO! Reader

Content warning - Yandere themes, obsession, nsfw mentions (more than normal), possessiveness, horny yan, lovesick yan, drunken consent, drunken sex

A/N - Oh my god, they’re back?? Fuck yeah I am 🙏 for this part two I’ve decided to go with the second option of how you guys ended up sleeping together, this will include more NSFW than most of my other posts so be warned. Also, this request is amazing, thank you for not just saying “More this.” “This type of Yan with this type of Reader.” Those requests are difficult since it’s hard to come up with a scenario on the spot. Sorry for the long A/N, have an amazing read xx.

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Yan!CEO was having the time of his life when he ran into you at the bar. Oh you frequent this place? Jeez, he didn’t know that at all, it’s not like he watches your every move or anything.

Yan!CEO who subtly pays for your drinks, pushing more and more down your system. You were just too cute, you got so angry, so mad that he teased you for showing off some skin, you know how fucking mad he was that you decided to show off skin to some strangers when he was there? He was fuming behind that smug grin.

Yan!CEO whose eyes gleamed when you became more bold, cussing him out aggressively, throwing your hands up in the air. Calm down dear, you’re drawing attention.

Yan!CEO who decided to make a joke about how you look sexy when you’re mad, thus causing you to lurch forward and grab him by the throat. He swear he saw stars. And fuck— when you decided to kiss him so harshly, lips smashing into his! Clean up on aisle his pants!

Yan!CEO who eagerly followed your lead as you dragged him to your hotel room, you booked this before you got to the bar? You knew he was coming, didn’t you sweetheart? You wanted this. You wanted him.

Yan!CEO who doesn’t drop the teasing attitude as you messily make out the moment you entered your room, hands flying to rip off clothes, god, this was everything for him. He still remembers the hazy look in your eyes when he put his knee between your legs, pinning you to the wall.

Yan!CEO who lays you sweetly on the bed, he could practically taste the alcohol on your tongue as you shared harsh kisses. He didn’t want to hurt you! You’re too fragile, he doesn’t like breaking his valuables, not unless they wanted him too…

Or…

Yan!CEO who decided being a brat was the way to go, put him in his place? He’d like to see you try, bet you can’t even make him cum…bet you can’t…bet you— bet you can’t make him cum…

Yan!CEO who is a whiny little bitch. If you want him to hump your boot to get off he’s already on the floor but he’s teasing you about how you’re ordering him around. It’s not HIS fault that he can’t keep still when he’s underneath you, you’re just so perfect! He needs you nooowwwww!

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[whateversawesome]

Spy x Family Code: White Analysis

I finally saw the Spy x family movie Code: White!!

It was fantastic. I loved it 💖

Here's what I think (spoilers below the picture 😉):

Twilight

It's super evident Twilight cares A LOT about his family. As soon as Handler tells him someone else will take over Operation Strix, he's worried and, during the movie, he goes around like a crazy man doing all sorts of crazy things to keep his family. Nevertheless, the biggest giveaway about this happens when:

Twilight puts Anya before his mission!! Yes, you read right: Agent Twilight receives a direct order from WISE telling him that recovering the microfilm had priority over rescuing Anya and Mr. Spy puts his daughter's safety first and goes to her rescue (which eventually led to getting the microfilm back, but still).

Yor

Yor is a total mom here. She protects her baby and plays with her too 😌 She acts like a mom too because she's always trying to keep the family together; she's the one who reminds that to Loid when he's all frantic working. Here, Yor displays one of her best quality: emotional intelligence. And of course, during the movie at the big fight scene she looks like a total badass.

Now about the big Twiyor moment...

Like I mentioned before here, there's a fake and a real Twiyor moment in the movie. The fake Twiyor moment happens when Yor gets drunk and asks Loid to tell her how he really feels about her (!!!)...before passing out 🫤 You've probably seen plenty of images about that:

The real Twiyor moment happens later, thanks to the captain of the Twiyor ship 🫡 Anya Forger, who pushes her parents to ride the Ferris wheel alone so they can flirt. Here, Yor tells him (crying) that she saw him with his "girlfriend" and Loid clarifies it was just a random stranger (it was Nightfall) asking for directions. This is when the real Twiyor moment happens:

Listen, we could argue that Twilight here was being a liar and trying to fix the situation between them "for the mission", but I choose to believe something different. In my opinion, Twilight was being sincere and he wanted not only to reassure Yor but to pour his heart out and reassure himself. Come on, the man repeated their wedding vows! He was getting carried away (it was too much for our shy Yor) and if it wasn't for Yor punching him out of the Ferris wheel, I think this would have ended in the Twiyor kiss we've all been waiting 😆 (maybe one day!).

Something worth mentioning is that when Twilight and Yor get off the Ferris wheel, Anya reads their minds, but we don't get to know what her parents are thinking 😏 she just smiles and that's how she knows everything is okay between her parents. Little sus, right? I am sure Anya knows what's really going on between those two (read about that here).

This happens again, when Twilight rescues Anya from the kidnappers. We all know Mr. Spy is bad at expressing his emotions, so when he's finally reunited with his daughter, he doesn't show much of anything. Anya hugs him, picks her head up and reads his mind. Just like the last time, we don't get to know what Anya reads inside her papa's mind, but she smiles. Funny how this only happens twice in the movie, in both occasions related to his wife and daughter 🤔

So now, the big question: Is this movie canon?

In this case, every person who sees the movie can form their own opinion about that. In my opinion, since there was no identity reveal nor anything that would change the plot in the manga, I think it's okay to consider it canon. So, until the author says it's not canon, I'm going to consider it part of it.

Overall, it was a fantastic movie, very funny, with plenty of Forger family moments and that something that makes Spy x family so special 💖

[holybibly]

(Preview) Pretty Flushed | MATZ x Reader | Part II

The full work is already available

Pretty Flushed | Part II

As all the bunnies have been exceptionally kind and gentle to me lately. I want to give you a little treat, I can do that, can't I?

Let this little spicy preview whet your appetite, who knows, maybe part two will be out by the end of the week 🤔

For all the bunnies who have been on their best behaviour 💖

Your eyes are wide open as you watch Seonghwa languidly lick the remnants of your sugary mucus from her sensual, plump lips. It's almost hypnotic—the long silken appendage gliding over the seductively moist flesh in the most vicious way—and you unconsciously repeat it, licking your own lips, bitten and parched from endless moans.

"You taste so divine, my little pet; I don't think I could ever get enough of you." Songhwa purrs sultrily as he looks down at your vulnerable, tender body with his dark, half-closed eyes. He has a siren's gaze—seductive and sexy—a gaze that promises the darkest of pleasures, the kind that says, "I'll tear you apart, and you'll beg for it." And it quickened your pulse to the point where your head began to spin and your hips unconsciously lifted upwards in search of attention, which only made you press your pussy harder into Hongjoong's face, and he purred velvety in response to your actions. The vibrations caused by his deep voice go right to the core of your being.

"P-please alpha..." The moan you make is so loud and so long, a little painful, followed by another one, even longer and even more needy. You don't know what you're asking for or which one of them; your tiny brain is incapable of forming any coherent thought. 

"Oh, sweet bunny, you want to have a taste too, don't you? Let your mommy give you a taste of it." With two fingers, Seonghwa picks up the leaking slime from your pussy, to which Hongjoong gives an irritated growl as the action of the black-haired Alpha causes him to take his mouth off of you for a few seconds. 

You are so juicy and fertile, like a gourmet treat that has been made just for him, and he is so damn drunk on it. All in all, the Alpha doesn't mind spending the rest of the night, possibly the rest of his life, burying his handsome face in your luscious wet folds. His fluffy, snow-white tail swings from side to side, and the tips of his pointed ears twitch at the tempting prospect.

When Seonghwa pulls back his hand, long strands of viscous slime stretch out from behind his fingers, and he moans fervently as he rolls his eyes. Alpha brings his wet, smooth fingers to your mouth, pressing them firmly against your trembling lower lip. 

"Open your mouth, my princess. Give yourself a taste. Feel how sweet that pretty cunt tastes."

[scuderiahoney]

hi lee <33 how abttt soulmate au with bestfriend!oscar where if u get hurt physically, so does ur soulmate 🤔🙈🙈

hi Sarah!! fun fact i looooove soulmate aus tbh i’m surprised i haven’t written one yet. this is such a cute concept ok here we go :)

five fun facts:

i think for this to work w/ best friends they'd have to be people who don't get hurt often! i think they'd both be a lil frustrated bc they have absolutely no clue who it could be bc there’s no marks popping up

she would eventually resign herself and start thinking she just doesn’t have a soulmate! Oscar’s a lil more confident and tries to reassure her that everyone has someone and she’ll find them eventually

can see them making a deal while they’re drunk one night that if they don’t find their soulmates by 30 they’ll just get married. they don’t want to waste their whole lives away yknow?

i think Oscar figures it out first! he watches her skin her knee when she falls or something and in the moment he’s too worried ab her to notice that his own knee is hurting, only finds the matching mark later that day. he wants to tell her but he’s worried she won’t want him to be her soulmate, or that maybe she’s his but he’s not hers (does that make sense? idk)

i think one day she’s in the paddock and a cut pops up on her hand out of nowhere. she goes running to find Oscar first and spots him with a medic- he’d cut his hand on some gear or something. and he just turns and they lock eyes and it’s just. pure relief.

[jaegersdevil]

boyfriend!eren headcanons pt.6

surprise i know u missed him

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 / masterlist

bf!eren lives to be a complete and utter menace (but we already knew that)

adding onto drunk bf!eren from previous parts, you will literally have to chase this man down the street before he takes a sip of water. he is cheeky and the biggest pest ever, but when you bribe him, he succumbs (even though you never go through with the bribe)

drunk bf!eren sings his heart out to mr. brightside. i will not be taking criticism at this time thank u

bf!eren stands by the notion that hangovers are a myth, even when his head is in the toilet bowl and he can't move for a whole day (maybe 2)

bf!eren has no personal space at all because he shows his affection in weird ways ok (will bring a chair into the bathroom while you're showering just so he can talk to you.....)

bf!eren panics when you use his full government name & whines about it until you call him baby :/

bf!eren absolutely 100% hates the silent treatment (so if you use it on him, use it wisely)

bf!eren knows he looks hot with his hair tied back, but sometimes he wishes to shave it all off....... you threatened to leave him if he did so, and you never heard him complain about his hair again

bf!eren gets pissed when you don't give him a kiss before you leave. he gets all yappy and bratty and so fucking annoying that you just have to kiss him stupid on the mouth for like half an hour 😐 (works 9/10 times)

bf!eren always stands in front of you on escalators (so he is there in case you fall :/)

bf!eren does NOT like pancakes. serve them to him and he will summon the devil and make you suffer a crazy death (his words not mine ok)

bf!eren sends you the most heartfelt messages 😍 (e.g. i wanna put you in my pocket and eat you like some m&ms 😘☝️…… if i were a kangaroo, i’d put u in my pouch 🦘🥰) 🤔

bf!eren is not afraid of most things, as we know, he is quite reckless, fearless etc etc. EXCEPT of you when he leaves his underwear on the bathroom floor (he learnt quite quick to not do that. walk him like a dog, girl)

bf!eren pays crazy attention to you. he is very very observant and probably knows you better than you know yourself

bf!eren who, when you take him on a date to those cute arcades, is insanely competitive. he needs to win those shitty games. he believes you are very capable on your own, so he will not half-ass something so you can win (you are the air-hockey champion in the relationship, and no matter hard he tries, eren will always lose). but he spends all his coins on a claw machine because he won’t let rigged games beat him (spoiler: he wins. “never back down, never what?”)

bf!eren wears his cap backwards when he is having a bad hair day (don’t mention it to him or he will pout, unless you want him to, then go for it)

bf!eren kisses you sloppily everywhere he can (in a public setting) after a day of classes where you haven’t seen him. he gets clingy and will NOT remove his hands from you

this one is a little shorter i hope that is not a problem 🫵

[prettyoatmeal]

I'm in LOVE with your work. I love my konig so much he's the cutest on the world 💕💞💖

I have no idea what to request but im hungry for more subby konig who's babbling and moaning and just pussy drunk and he gets all dopey and giggly and almost high even after sex and maybe the 141 guys are like... what did he have? we want some too 🤔

Just a Giggly Mood (König x Fem!Reader)

I'm so in love w this ask, you have no idea. Subby König>>>>

Genre: Smut & Fluff

Summary: You, König and all the friends you'd made during your time in the military have come over to celebrate the return home with drinks. Though, you and König had other plans in mind. While music was playing and your friends were having the time of their lives, you two had snuck upstairs to your shared bedroom for a bit of well deserved fun.

Warnings: Drug mention

Word Count: 1285

NSFW UNDER CUT

Masterlist here!

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"Mmnph.. hmm!"

With every thrust there came a whiny moan or hum from his lips. He was so desperate for this, he didn't even bother to take all his gear off. His helmet and breastplate were laying on the floor next to the creaking bed, mask pulled up past his mouth just so he could kiss your soft skin, his trousers were barely down to his knees with your underwear being merely pulled to the side and out of the way just enough, being slammed into missionary and immediately being rutted into. If he told you that he'd sniffed some sex pollen, you'd believe him.

With the amount of lube being used along with your slick just so he could fit inside you, plus that sticky feeling from how many times he's filled you up already, you couldn't hear anything but those wet, squelching noises of his cock moving in and out of you at such a rapid pace.

Your hands were stuck in place, your fingers intertwined with his as he kept them pinned next to you head. But it wouldn't have mattered anyway because you could barely bring yourself to move from the sheer amount of pleasure he'd brought on you.

"My- mmnghh,, My love- gotta fill you, gotta fill you.." He'd repeat to himself as his hot breath hit against your neck, practically slobbering all over it with the open-mouthed kisses he'd place down. He was completely pussy drunk, he couldn't get enough of the feeling of you squeezing and pulsing around him, so warm and wet and everything he could ever dream of. Mix that in with an overly sensitive, overstimulated König from cumming inside you so many times now and he's crying out, sobbing into your neck and unable to keep his hips from relentlessly pounding into you.

You couldn't think, completely fucked silly and dumbified from the constant pounding he was giving you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Schatz!" He mewled as he painted your walls white once again, his hiccups mixing in with the weak moans you were letting out yourself.

It was only a matter of time before he began to rut into you once more, still clearly not satisfied.

"K-König... plea- mmnf!" And just like that, his cock was pounding against your spongey g-spot over and over and over again, "Too much,,"

You managed to mutter out among your moans, completely helpless against the man of pure muscle pinning you down

"Just one more, p-please, Liebling! Please, please, please.. feels so good..!" He'd beg you so kindly, so of course you didn't stop him.

Finally moving a hand from your wrist, he brings his thumb down to your swollen clit, massaging it as he thrusted into you like his life depended on it. Your moans only became louder as you approached your millionth orgasm for the night, not caring for whoever could hear outside the room.

All the wet noises, the slapping of skin together, the way his balls would slam against you with every thrust, it was all too much.

"That's it, oh g-gosh... just like that-" was all you could say before you could feel yourself letting go, your release creeping up to you. König's hand quickly moved to slam over your mouth in a despair attempt to keep you quiet. You couldn't help but let out a final symphony of muffled moans and whines as you climaxed over his cock once again. Your mouth stayed agape against his hands as he continued to fuck into you, chasing his orgasm a final time.

His goddamn libido was going to be the death of you.

His hand moved back down to your hips, grabbing onto your soft flesh as he pulled them down each time he thrusted into you. The way he'd come completely undone from his own doing was a beautiful sight to see. The way he sobbed into your neck from the overstimulation was a constant reminder to you how much he craved this every single second of the day.

It felt like forever until you could feel him becoming close once more, his hands gripping your hips as if his life depended on it, pulling them up into an angle so his cock reached even deeper inside you, just kissing your cervix and causing you to squeal out.

His dirty talk turned into his classic, incoherent babbling, only able to make out little words such as 'please', 'yes', and 'fuck'. He let out a final girlish cry, his face buried into your neck as he filled you up one more time.

Your moans had finally died out while he was stuck with his face in your neck with heavy breaths and small sobs emitting from his mouth. Your hands were still shaking as they move upwards and under König's veil, moving up to the nape of his neck and running your fingers through his hair.

"You.. Y'still with us, König?" You ask in between breaths, hearing him swallow and feeling him nod. You couldn't help but smile and let out a small giggle, causing him to giggle meekly back with you.

He finally moved you back into a comfortable position, massaging your hips where he'd gripped them so tightly in a prior attempt to sooth the ache he knew would soon creep up on you.

"You did so well." You'd praised him, earning another flustered giggle as he'd relaxed from his high.

"I'm sorry," You'd heard his muffled words as he pulled himself away from your neck, finally pulling his veil off and taking in a deep breath, revealing his tear stained face, "I got your neck sopping wet!" His voice was nasally, still in the aftermath of all that sobbing.

His face was cute like this, reddened cheeks, huffing in the fresh air he's finally got access to, the way his glassy, puppy dog eyes looked up at you with a wide smile on his lips. You placed a small kiss on his nose before a whine escaped your mouth as you felt him pulling out, again, earning another giggle from him at your reaction.

"I'd say you enjoyed it more than I did, Schatz!" His bashful attitude had depleted and been replaced with his silly little giggles.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." You'd reply, pulling him in for a kiss. His hands gently caressed all over your hips, your waist, your chest, before finally landing on your cheeks, feeling your soft skin with his calloused hands before you pulled away, "I love you so much."

"Ich Liebe dich, Schatz."

"Go clean up, you smell like sex and sweat. And.. bring us a warm towel maybe. I don't think I can stand."

"Yes, Ma'am." he replied, pulling his trousers back up and rushing out of the room, taking his giggles along with him.

When he made his way to the bathroom (which was so extremely conveniently not connected to the bedroom), he made sure to knock, hearing a voice yelling 'coming!', evidently causing him to let out another snicker as he thought back to just moments before.

Soon, the door slid open with Gaz walking out, noticing the little smirk on König's face.

"Your face is pretty red there, big guy. You doing okay?"

He quickly nodded with another chuckle.

"Sorry, just in a... giggly mood." There was nothing to be laughing at, yet all the thoughts come rushing to his head at once, earning another snicker. As König prepared the warm towels to clean you up with, Gaz made his way back downstairs, taking a seat next to Soap.

"Think they're doing drugs up there. König was giggling like a madman."

"Sounds like a blast, I want what they're on."

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Hope you enjoyed!

[dazeddoodles]

I am drunk and i come to you with a request, plz give me something alador x darius please i need it no ones written a fic in ages and im too lazy to finish my own just give me something you are my last hope 😭😭😭 /J

Unfortunately, I can't draw anything new right now but I have some headcanons.

I've seen people portray Darius as the flirty one but realistically I don't think as adults he would be attempting to flirt with Alador, unless maybe it's after they get together.

As teenagers, I can see Darius "jokingly" flirting with Alador or just unintentionally getting him flustered (Amity gets her tomato face from her dad after all). Since they were best friends back then Darius was more open about liking Alador, though (seemingly) platonically at the time.

As adults however Darius keeps up the act of not liking Alador. (If you notice in the show DARIUS is the one who keeps starting shit between them). Even after Belos's defeat, I think they'd have to start talking again to work together but Darius would still act hostile towards Alador to avoid showing he still cares about him. Now Darius would be the one constantly getting flustered over little things like we saw in the finale. Meanwhile, Alador remains oblivious.

Darius genuinely cares about Alador's well-being but tries to hide it. Saying stuff like how Alador needs to not overwork himself and take breaks and then follows it up with "You need to set a good example for your kids. If you can't even take care of yourself, how are you gonna take care of them?" as a cover-up. Although said cover-up actually does make Alador try to take care of himself.

Darius would also be constantly reminding him to eat. I've seen people point out it looks like Alador has a dad bod in the epilogue, he'd eating healthier which is what led to the weight gain.

At the start, Alador would keep reverting back to his old ways of overworking and not taking breaks before having to be reminded by Darius again. Although Alador initially listens to him just to set a good example for his kids, eventually he genuinely doesn't want to "disappoint" Darius.

I imagine an instance where when Darius asks him if he's eaten yet and the answer is no, Alador starts to get a bit embarrassed about it. Meanwhile, Darius is thinking "Is he... blushing??? I didn't know he could feel shame." lol.

Alador isn't good at expressing himself either, specifically, he's not very good with his words which often leads to him unintentionally offending Darius. He often shows affection through acts of service which can also lead him to overwork himself. Especially after being married to Odalia which made him think that working to prove your love was normal in a relationship.

I had an idea once that after they get together when Alador comes back from work with sore shoulders/back, Darius would offer to rub them for him. Alador's not used to having a partner that cares more about him than the work he can do for them.

I can go either way if they're together in the epilogue. I think it would take a while (years?) for them to get into a relationship after being on bad terms for years. But they COULD be together at that point and Darius was just embarrassed about freaking out like that. Alador had the mini Abomination in his pocket after all 🤔

[genshinluvr]

Drunken Desires

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: You've consumed way more alcohol than you thought. You ended up getting drunk from drinking an entire bottle of wine, causing you to not remember certain men and the fact that you're not dating them. And you mistook the fifteen men for strangers whom you've cheated on your boyfriends with (spoiler, you didn't cheat on anyone, you're just drunk and confused as fuck)

Note: As you are all reading this, I am currently in LA at anime expo with my friend right now. She's visiting for a week and I won't be able to fully work on my fanfics as much as I would hope to. Next week's fanfic will most likely be a shorter fic compared to the other fanfics that I have posted in the past 🥲 But we'll see! Though I can't promise that the next fanfic will be a long fanfic like the others and I think next week's work will also be a request. But who knows 🤔 To my new and returning readers, I post on AO3 as well, so if you have an AO3 and see a work similar to this, it’s me (Aaliah_exo on AO3). I don’t post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: You consume alcohol and you're drunk as fuck, the Genshin Men are testing to see if you're loyal to them (mainly to mess with you and see how'd you react to it)

Word Count: 6k

This is bad, this is bad! You knew that you couldn’t drink much alcohol, and what did you do? You drank alcohol! Way more than you can take, and here you are, drunk out of your mind. You looked at the glass cup in front of you, then at the empty bottle of wine in front of you. The bottle of wine was pretty big, and yet, you somehow managed to drink the entire thing without giving yourself alcohol poisoning. Your heart was doing that weird thing again; it was racing against your chest and skipping beats. That’s not normal at all, or was it? You don’t drink enough alcohol to be able to tell whether it’s normal or not.

“Fuck.” You whispered, leaning against the counter with your hands covering your eyes. “I shouldn’t have gone overboard with that.” You mumbled to yourself.

Why did you decide to drink in the first place? You try to go through your memories to recall what has caused you to go overboard with drinking a large bottle of wine that was stored away in the liquor cabinet. So far, you couldn’t think of a scenario that caused you to want to down an entire bottle of wine. Most people tend to overdrink just to forget something, right? Or maybe to cope with the issues in their life, perhaps? 

“Oh, fuck.” You grunted, feeling your heart skip another beat. 

The feeling of your heart skipping a beat felt so weird, and you hated the feeling of it. Your heart was fluttering in your chest, and it felt so odd, almost uncomfortable even. You pressed your hands against your breast bone, face scrunching up as you doubled over the counter, forehead pressed up against the marble surface.

“What happened in here?!” You jolted up when you heard Diluc exclaim from the living room. You peeked from the kitchen, only to see all fifteen men walk into the abode looking just as confused as you were. Because how the hell did you end up in this situation? You were drunk out of your mind despite not liking alcohol as much. You quickly retreated back to the kitchen, staring at the half-empty glass of wine in your hand.

“Should I finish this up?” You think to yourself, staring at the glass cup of wine in your trembling hands. Why were your hands trembling? Could it be from the wine?

“Where’s [Y/N]?” Kaeya asks, stepping over the shattered glass cup in the living room. Oh, speaking of glass cups, how many cups of wine have you had in total?

“I don’t know. [Y/N] stormed out of the tavern and didn’t reply when we tried to get them to come back.” You hear Gorou sigh softly; he sounded upset. 

Wait, you stormed out of the tavern? You were at the bar with the men this entire time but ended up storming out of the tavern? Why did you storm out of the tavern again? You try going through your memory of a few hours prior to you getting drunk in the abode, but you can’t remember a single thing that had happened before you got drunk.

“Well, before we left the abode, there wasn’t any broken glass on the floor. I assume that [Y/N] may or may not have broken the glass when they returned to the abode.” Dainsleif says. 

“But the broken glass is a wine cup. Why would [Y/N] break a wine glass?” Scaramouche asks, raising his eyebrows at Dainsleif.

“Perhaps [Y/N] wanted a drink when they got home rather than drinking at the tavern,” Kazuha suggested.

“But [Y/N] doesn’t drink alcohol. They’re not a huge fan of alcohol and liquor.” Albedo interjects.

You were so busy listening in on the conversation that you didn’t hear footsteps approaching to where you were standing in the kitchen. Childe stops in his tracks when his eyes land on where you stood, leaning against the counter, your head propped up on your left arm while you stirred the wine inside of the glass wine cup with your right hand. Your eyes were glazed over as you stared off into space, not paying attention to your surroundings, and your face was bright red from the alcohol that you’ve consumed. Childe has never seen you this red before, not even the time when you’ve tried alcohol from Teyvat before. Childe approaches where you stood, wraps his arms around your waist, and rests his chin on your shoulders, his nose pressing up against your neck, breathing in your scent.

“So, this is where you’ve been the entire time we were all looking for you?” Childe asks, leaning his head close to where your face was. 

You stared at Childe, dazed and confused. Archons, do you know how adorable you look? Childe smiles at you and brushes the tiny drop of wine from the corner of your lips. Childe lifts his thumb up and licks the wine drop off his fingers, keeping eye contact with you. Your gaze falls onto his hands, then back up at his face, blinking at him owlishly. 

“You guys were looking for me?” You finally asked.

Childe nods his head at your question, “Of course, we were looking for you! We were worried sick.” Childe sighs softly, pinning you against the kitchen counter.

“O-Oh. Well, I don’t really remember much.” You stuttered, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“That’s okay! As long as you made it to the abode safely, that’s all that matters.” Childe coos, pressing a kiss on your forehead. “My, you’re quite red.” Childe chuckles, cupping your face in his hands.

“I drank too much.” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes tiredly. “I regret drinking in the first place.”

“Oh, do you now?” He coos, pressing his forehead against yours. You blinked at Childe tiredly, seeing that he was closing his eyes and leaning in much closer to your face. Your eyes widened, and you pushed him away from you, droplets of wine spilling on the floor of the kitchen.

“No!” You screamed, startling Childe and the others in the living room. You hear a hoard of footsteps approaching where you and Childe stood. 

“What’s going on?!” Xiao demanded, getting between you and Childe, before shooting a glare at the ginger-haired Harbinger.

“He tried to kiss me!” You squeaked, pressing yourself up against the counter.

“[Y/N], why are you red?” Itto asks, approaching you slowly, just to make sure that he didn’t scare you off like how Childe almost scared you off.

“Oh, dear archons, were you drinking?” Zhongli asks, walking over to you.

“Don’t come any closer!” You blurt out, causing Zhongli to stop in his tracks.

“Are you still upset with what has happened in the tavern?” Venti asks. 

You let out a shaky sigh and attempted to place the half-empty wine glass on the counter, only for you to miss. The glass cup falls to the ground and shatters everywhere. You couldn’t help but visualize the wine as blood; it was so dark, so red, just like blood.

“Wow, I have way too much.” You whispered, clutching your head with a weak sigh. Your heart continues to drum against your chest, occasionally skipping beats, causing you to wince at the strange feeling.

“[Y/N], how much did you drink?” Ayato asks. You shrugged your shoulders before grabbing the large empty bottle of wine on the counter.

“This much, I think.” You reply. You turned the bottle of wine over, causing the men to jolt forward, only to realize that the bottle was completely empty. Baizhu and Thoma approached you. Baizhu took the bottle from your hands and placed it on the counter, then looked at you, the broken glass cup of wine on the floor next to your feet, then at the shattered glass in the living room.

“How much was left in this bottle of wine before we all left to the tavern?” Baizhu asks.

“Last time I remembered, the bottle of wine was half full,” Thoma answers, looking over at where you stood. You were slightly swaying on your feet, eyes hazy, face tomato red, breathing was labored. You looked like you could pass out at any given moment.

“[Y/N], did you drink all of the wine?” Zhongli asks softly.

“To be honest, I don’t know. I lost count at how many cups I’ve consumed.” You muttered, scratching your cheeks with your right hand.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why did you scream ‘no’ at Childe?” Diluc asks, leaning against the kitchen wall.

“He tried to kiss me.” You reply. After hearing your response, the fourteen men turned to Childe with a heated glare. They all look like they were ready to pounce on Childe and rip his hair out of his scalp for attempting to kiss you.

“Doesn’t he always try to kiss you?” Itto asks, sighing softly.

“I have boyfriends already! Kissing another man would make me unfaithful.” You answered, letting out an angry huff of breath before crossing your arms over your chest. The men stare at you, trying to process what you’ve just said to them. BoyfriendS? Like, the word boyfriend with the letter ‘s’ at the end of it? You consider them to be your boyfriends even though they haven’t officially asked you to be theirs? They’re not complaining! It just caught them off guard, that’s all.

“Oh? Well, what are your boyfriends like?” Kaeya asks, approaching you with a smile on his face. 

You stared at Kaeya skeptically, watching him stop in front of you before he wrapped his arms around your waist, his thumb lightly rubbing your hipbone. As much as you like the feeling of the beautiful tanned man in front of you massaging your hipbones, you have to snap out of it. What if your boyfriends walk in on you getting a little bit too close and personal with the gorgeous man in front of you?

“Listen, gorgeous tanned man; I am a faithful lover, okay?” You said, placing your hand on Kaeya’s soft lips. “You cannot tempt me with that gorgeous smile of yours. It’s not going to work on me, lover boy.” You pat his cheeks gently before moving out of his grasp.

“Well, good to know that [Y/N] is a faithful drunk and lover.” Ayato chuckles, shaking his head.

“But you haven’t answered Kaeya’s question yet, [Y/N],” Venti says, hopping on the counter next to you, staring down at you with his beautiful aqua green eyes.

“Oh! Right!” You said. 

You fall silent, trying to remember what the beautiful tanned man has asked you, only for the question to not appear in your head. Great, why is your memory so awful? You laughed sheepishly before scratching the back of your head, not knowing how else to respond to the question that you seemed to have forgotten in a short amount of time.

“What was the question again? I don’t really remember.” You said, feeling your face heat up with embarrassment.

“After we get you sober, I believe that we should perform some tests on you,” Albedo says softly, looking at you worriedly. Baizhu nods his head to Albedo’s comment. Forgetting things is normal, but forgetting something a few minutes after it has happened is a little bit concerning. The men knew that you didn’t have the best memory, but they were just hoping that it was the alcohol that was affecting how you retain information. You did mention once that you had hit your head many times when you were a child; maybe all those years of hitting your head on the ground or on an object are catching up to you.

“Tests? What do you mean by tests?” You look at Albedo with wide eyes.

“Oh, just a memory test. Nothing scary or complicated.” Baizhu reassures you, patting your head lightly.

“The question that Kaeya has asked you was about your boyfriends,” Kazuha commented, the corner of his lips rising. 

“What are they, your boyfriends, like?” Xiao asks. He crosses his arms over his chest as he waits for you to answer Kaeya’s burning question.

“They’re all handsome, sweet, smart, funny. My boyfriends care about me a lot, and it makes me really happy.” You reply, pressing both of your hands on your cheeks when you feel your face heating up for the trillionth time today. You couldn’t tell whether it was from the alcohol or if it was from admiring the men you care for.

“Do you have a favorite among your boyfriends?” Scaramouche asks.

You shake your head, “I don’t have favorites among my boyfriends. If I did, I wouldn’t be dating all of them, would I?” you ask.

“Alright, that’s a fair point.” Dainsleif chuckles.

“How are you feeling right now? You’re not feeling nauseous, are you?” Gorou asks, looking at you worriedly when you begin to sway on your feet slightly.

“I’m just tired. I had too much alcohol.” You sighed, rubbing your eyes tiredly.

“Are you still upset with us, [Y/N]?” Thoma asks softly, placing a gentle hand on your shoulders. 

“Why would I be upset with you guys? I don’t even remember what happened.” You answered, giving Thoma a questioning look.

“So, these boyfriends of yours, do they know that you drink alcohol?” Diluc asks, raising his eyebrows.

“They know that I don’t drink alcohol or can’t drink alcohol. I don’t even know my alcohol tolerance because I’m not a fan of alcohol, and I usually stop drinking if it’s too much for me.” You explained, stroking your chin.

Zhongli stares at you intently before asking, “What made you go over that limit of yours?” 

“Yeah! What pushed you to drink the entire bottle of wine?” Itto exclaims, startling you and the others around him.

“How am I supposed to give you all the answers when I don’t even know the answer myself?” You sighed in defeat, shoulders slouching.

“They have a point,” Baizhu mutters. 

Venti lightly pats your head with a smile on his face before hopping down from the counter. “You can always count on us, [Y/N]! We’ll always be there for you no matter what!” Venti chirps happily.

“Why would I trust a bunch of men who aren’t my boyfriends?” You ask, narrowing your eyes at the men in front of you.

“If we weren’t your boyfriends, then how would we have entered the abode effortlessly?” Gorou crosses his arms over his chest with a small huff of breath.

“Okay, well, you guys have a point there.” You said, blinking at Gorou, who was now standing in front of you. Gorou presses his hands up against your forehead to feel your temperature. Other than your face being hot from the alcohol, it could also be from embarrassment since you have no idea how many times you’ve embarrassed yourself in front of the handsome men that stood before you.

“Wow, all of you guys are so pretty.” You breathed, eyes scanning each men’s face. You shook your head to snap yourself out of your daydream of the men who weren’t your boyfriends. You cleared your throat awkwardly with an exasperated sigh. “I mean, you guys are pretty, but not as pretty as my boyfriends.” You quickly added, turning your head to the side to glare at the floor in front of you.

“Oh, really? I believe that we look better than your boyfriends.” Ayato says, approaching you with a sly smile on his face. 

He pins you against the counter, his arms caging you in as he stares down at you. The smile on his face was not only beautiful, but it was enchanting. You couldn’t help but feel yourself being drawn in by his breathtaking smile. You didn’t know what made you feel so attracted by that smile of his. Was it the cute mole below his mouth? The sweet, soft gaze he has on while he stares down at you? The way he towers over you, his blue hair falling over his eyes? You blinked, only to see that his face was much closer to yours now. Oh, dear archons! Is he about to kiss you!?

“No, stop! I have boyfriends, didn’t I tell you that!?” You screeched, turning your head away from the handsome man. You feel his lips press against your cheeks, making you even more flustered than you already were. “I am a loyal significant other!” You grabbed Ayato by the face and pushed his face away from yours, your face pinching in discomfort and disgust.

“Oh, yeah. [Y/N] is definitely a loyal lover to their boyfriends.” Thoma chuckles.

“We haven’t officially asked them to be our significant other just yet,” Xiao mutters to Thoma, eyeing your drunken state with worry. 

“Alright, alright, that’s enough! Don’t tease them any further.” Dainsleif sighs, pulling Ayato back by the back of his jacket. The way Dainsleif pulled Ayato away from you reminded you of how mother cats would grab their kittens by the scruff. It was adorable, almost.

“I will not be tempted by all of your handsome looks!” You exclaimed, hopping on the counter and scooting away from the men in front of you. You need to find a quick exit, or else more men will continue to tempt you to cheat on your beloved boyfriends whom you care for the most and love dearly.

“Ah! [Y/N], please be careful! You’re going to hurt yourself if you don’t watch where you’re going!” Kazuha says, his eyes widening in fear when he saw how close you were to the edge of the counter. What if you slipped off of the counter and ended up injuring yourself? They will never forgive themselves if it were to happen.

“Pfft! I’ll be fine! Don’t try to tempt me with that cute puppy dog eyes of yours, red stripes.” You said, pointing an accusing finger at Kazuha. Kazuha stares at you before looking at the others, who shrugged in response. How in the world was Kazuha supposed to respond to that. Was he staring at you with puppy dog eyes? If he were, you’d be the only person he’d stare at that way.

“[Y/N], please be careful. We don’t want you to get hurt.” Albedo says softly, debating whether he should step forward and yank you off of the counter before you could hurt yourself or not. He didn’t want to scare you off while you were on the edge of the marble counter. You let out another sharp exhale of breath, crossing your arms over your chest, and stuck your nose up in the air like an insolent child. It was very clear (or it should be) that you were not going to listen to anything they said because, in your drunken state, you assume that the men were nothing but handsome strangers to you.

“Dammit, [Y/N]! Get your ass off that counter right now, or else I’m going to smack your ass!” Scaramouche scowls; you can see the fire raging in his beautiful indigo eyes. Wait, did he say he was going to smack your ass if you weren’t going to get off of the counter immediately?

“You’re going to spank me!?” You screeched, staring at Scaramouche, appalled at what he had said to you. 

Scaramouche does a double-take at your question, his face immediately turning scarlet red at your misunderstanding. The other men around you stifled their laughter behind their hands while you continued to look at Scaramouche in horror. How dare a strange yet handsome man threatens to spank you! The audacity! Although you wouldn’t mind if a handsome fellow like Scaramouche would spank you— wait a minute. You shook your head at a vigorous pace, patting your reddening cheeks with both of your hands. 

“Snap out of it, you pervert!” You scold yourself internally.

“I mean, if you’re into spanking, I believe that we can all bring it into the bedroom.” Kaeya chuckles, giving you an alluring smile. 

Archons, why is this tanned man so fucking tempting?! You were almost shocked to see that he wasn’t a siren that was trying to lure you in with his gorgeous smile, his beautiful tanned skin, and those eyes of his! Well, his one eye, to be more specific. Your eyes fall on Kaeya’s boob window. You look up at Kaeya, only to see him give you a teasing smile. Oh, archons! Kaeya has caught you staring at his boob window!

“I wasn’t staring at anything; it was staring at me first!” You sputtered. Kaeya snorted and looked away from you, his body shaking with silent laughter while he covered his mouth with his hands.

“[Y/N], please get down from there. We don’t want you to get hurt!” Zhongli pleaded.

“How did you know my name, Mister Gorgeous Handsome?” You look at Zhongli with wide eyes, your mouth agape. 

“You’d be surprised to hear this, but we all know you, and you live with all of us.” Itto lets out a loud laugh, startling you.

“Oh my gosh, so what you’re saying is…” You trailed off, the realization hitting you like a mitachurl that came at you full force. “I’ve been cheating on my boyfriends this entire time!?” You screeched. The fifteen men deflate at your question. How in the world are they going to reason with someone that was drunk out of their mind?

“[Y/N], sweetheart, no.” Thoma sighs, face palming.

“Hey! No calling me sweetheart, blondie! Only my boyfriends can call me that.” You sniffled, your bottom lips trembling.

“No, no, no! Please don’t cry, [Y/N]! Everything will be okay!” Gorou says, his eyes widening at the sight of your tearful gaze and shaking bottom lip.

“How can I not cry when I have been an unfaithful lover this entire time!?” You wailed. 

At this point, everyone was panicking and was trying to decide on how they were going to calm you down. Not only were you emotional, but you were putting yourself at risk with the amount of alcohol you’ve consumed and by sitting at the very edge of the kitchen counter with your back facing the open. You let out a shaky sigh and wiped your tears away; you mumbled incoherent words to yourself. How could you proudly proclaim that you’re a faithful lover when you live with fifteen men that weren’t your boyfriends? What would they do if they found out that their most precious significant other was living under the same roof as other men that weren’t them? Would they break up with you immediately and never look back? This day just kept getting worse and worse for you!

“[Y/N], please calm down! You’re going to hurt yourself!” Venti pleaded.

You ended up falling over, but you were lucky enough to have Diluc catch you before you could meet the wooden floors of the abode. You stared up at Diluc while he stared down at you. You couldn’t tell if Diluc was angry at you or if he was worried about you. Either way, Diluc had this strange expression on his face that you couldn’t describe at all.

“Please be careful, [Y/N]. If I wasn’t here to catch you, who would’ve caught you instead of me?” Diluc chides you gently.

“Uh, I would’ve caught them if they were to fall.” The other fourteen men respond in unison. They give each other the side-eye before looking back over to where you and Diluc are at.

“Hehe, I guess you can say that I fell for you.” You joked, catching Diluc off guard. Diluc stares at you with wide eyes, his cheeks turning bright pink from your pickup line. “Oh crap, I shouldn’t have said that! What’s wrong with me!?” You grumbled, thrashing around Diluc’s arms, causing Diluc to lose his grip on you. You crash to the ground with a loud thud; everyone around you lets out an audible gasp.

“[Y/N]! Are you okay?!” Xiao exclaims.

“I’m okay! I’m okay! No need to worry about me!” You quickly waved them off as you scrambled to get up from the floor. You ended up slamming the top of your head against the corner of the marble countertop, a loud thump resonating throughout the area.

“Ow! Fuck!” You whined, seeing the stars dance in your vision after hitting your head hard.

“[Y/N]!” The men exclaimed, rushing over to where you sat while clutching onto the area where you’ve hit your head on the marble countertop.

“Are you okay?!” Kaeya asks, squatting down in front of you to help you up from the floor while you were muttering a string of curses to yourself.

“Oh my gosh!” Venti gasps, wincing when he hears the sound of your head hitting the table.

“A clumsy drunk is what they are also.” Ayato chuckles.

As the men surrounded you while you clutched onto the area where you’ve bumped your head, you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed over the fact that fifteen handsome men had witnessed you make a fool out of yourself. The fifteen men that you weren’t dating at all! Of course, your boyfriends are far more handsome than the ones that are surrounding you at the moment. You feel a painful lump in the area where you’ve hit your head, making you wince in pain. Great, now you’re going to develop a giant bump on the top of your head after hitting your head on the corner of the countertop.

“I believe that we should get your head checked out,” Albedo says; he stands in front of you and brushes your hair away from your face. Albedo reaches out and gently massages the area where the bump was forming, causing you to cringe away from his hands and shake your head before covering that area.

“Come on, [Y/N]! It’s a small checkup, nothing major!” Kaeya coos, lightly rubbing the top of your head. If you could purr like a cat, you would’ve been purring loudly as he lightly massages your head. You quickly shook your head and slapped yourself across the cheek; a sharp slap rang throughout the abode, causing the others around you to flinch and gasp audibly. You sighed dramatically and covered your face with your hands. How could you be purring over another man’s touch that wasn’t your boyfriends!? Sure, the gorgeous tanned man is handsome and has excellent hands when it comes to massages— speaking of hands, you wonder what his hands are also fantastic at. Cooking, head scratches, light massages, gentle squeezes, teasing touches; just the thought of the gorgeous tanned man’s hand trailing down your legs and to your—

SLAP!

“Why did you slap yourself!?” Dainsleif exclaims, his eyes widening in horror.

“And why is your face so red?” Scaramouche asks, looking at you worriedly.

“Maybe their face is red because of the amount of alcohol they’ve consumed. After all, they did drink an entire bottle of wine before we arrived back at the abode.” Kazuha commented, giving you a small smile. You could feel your face becoming hotter underneath his gaze. Why did he have to give you such a loving stare?

“I would agree, but their face turned a couple of shades darker after Kaeya had touched their head.” Baizhu chuckles, shaking his head side to side.

“Oh, perhaps [Y/N] likes it whenever we lightly pat their head,” Zhongli says, stroking his chin. “Come, I will be brewing you tea to help you sober up. But I must warn you; it does take some time for the tea to be ready to be consumed.”

“Hey blockhead, I’m pretty sure that once that tea is ready, [Y/N] will be sober already,” Venti interjects, nudging the tall archon beside him. Zhongli rolls his eyes at the nickname before nudging Venti back, only a little bit harder. Venti clears his throat to hide the grunt that almost left him; he gives you a pained smile before shooting a death glare at Zhongli, who ignored the anemo archon’s glare.

From then on, everything was a blur to you. You ended up waking up in your bed with a raging headache; your vision was spinning, causing you to feel nauseous. You lay in your bed with your right arm covering your eyes while you take slow deep breaths, mentally praying to whichever archon was listening to your pleads. You sure hoped that you wouldn’t have to lean over the toilet while emptying out your insides. A soft knock from the door snaps you out of your misery; you crack your eyes open and look over at your bedroom door.

“[Y/N]?” Diluc asks softly from behind your closed bedroom door.

“Yes, Diluc?” You croaked, wincing at the sound of your hoarse voice. You cleared your throat and slowly sat up on your bed, shutting your eyes whenever your felt your head pounding. 

“Are you awake?” Itto asks; behind the closed bedroom door was Itto, pressing his face up against your bedroom door, his horns lightly scraping against the wooden doors.

“Of course, [Y/N]’s awake, you idiot! If they weren’t awake, they wouldn’t have responded to Diluc the first time!” Scaramouche rolls his eyes, smacking the oni upside of his head. Itto grumbles in response as he rubs the area where Scaramouche had slapped him.

“Can we come in?” Ayato asks, shaking his head at Scaramouche and Itto’s antics while leaning against the white wooden doorframe.

“Yeah, sure! You guys can enter.” You said, rubbing your sleepy eyes with the back of your hands.

The bedroom door opens, revealing fifteen men trying to cram through one door. One by one, they were pushing and shoving each other. While some complained under their breath while their faces were pinched up with irritation, the others were loudly complaining while thrashing around, trying to get into your bedroom before the others could. You stared at them tiredly, waiting for them to walk into your room without breaking the doorframe and causing the door to become unhinged from the frame. 

After a couple of minutes of them struggling to get into your bedroom, one of them was able to make it through your room. It was Baizhu, mainly because he wanted to get the bump on your head checked out along with how you felt after you had ingested a tremendous amount of wine the day before.

“It’ll take a few days for your bump to go away, but for now, put ice on it,” Baizhu says, handing the bag of ice over to you. 

Before you could grab it from Baizhu’s hands, Scaramouche snatches it from Baizhu’s hands. Scaramouche plops down beside you and places the bag of ice over your head carefully. You give Scaramouche a thankful smile, causing him to become shy and flustered. As much as you wanted to reach up and lightly pinch Scaramouche’s cheeks, you knew that he would probably resent you for doing it in front of the others. So, you held yourself back and continued to do what you were doing—wincing in pain from the amount of wine you’ve consumed. Why in the world did you go overboard with drinking again? What was the reason you do drink that much wine? You’re the type of person not to drink, but something must’ve pushed you to do it.

“How are you feeling?” Thoma asks, placing a warm mug of water on your nightstand before handing you medication.

“I feel like I’ve been crushed by the Jade Chamber.” You grunted, tossing the medication into your mouth before chugging the water.

“Don’t drink water too fast, or else you’ll choke!” Gorou says, looking at you nervously. 

You swallowed the water in your mouth and gave him a weak smile, “I’ll be okay, Gorou! I appreciate the concern.” You said.

“Do you remember what happened before you were knocked out asleep?” Dainsleif asks, sitting down at the edge of your bed. You shook your head to Dainsleif’s question, trying to recall what happened the day before you woke up from your not-so-peaceful slumber.

“Boba boy over here wanted you to take medication for your hangover instead of having you wait six-plus hours for the tea that blockhead over there was going to brew for you.” Venti pipes up. Ayato and Zhongli look over at Venti from the corner of their eyes, glaring at the short anemo vision wielder, but the small male paid no attention to the two men that were glaring holes into the back of his head.

“Thank you for the medication, Ayato! I appreciate it very much!” You give the blue-haired male a small smile before looking over at Zhongli. “If it’s not too late, you can still brew me that tea of yours! I’d love to give it a try.” You said, giving him an eye smile. As if the two men weren’t head over heels for you already, they are now. Maybe it was that cute smile that you gave them or the fact that you wanted them (and the others) to be your boyfriends.

“We wanted to ask you something,” Xiao spoke up, grabbing your and the other fourteen men’s attention.

“Oh, and what is it that you all wanted to ask me?” You tilt your head to the side, looking at them curiously.

“We were wondering if you would be all of our significant other,” Kazuha says slowly. You stared at Kazuha and the other men with wide eyes. What in the world did you wake up to? Did you say something that made them all want to date you suddenly? Well, you knew that they all wanted you (I mean, who doesn’t want you?), but what pushed them to ask you to be their significant other?

“Yes, but aren’t you all possessive?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at the men in front of you.

“Unfortunately, we are.” Albedo sighs, crossing his arms over his chest.

“But we are willing to share you with one another.” Kaeya pipes up, giving you a small smile.

What in the world are you going to do now? I mean, it’s not like you’ve intended on dating only one person because who could resist the other men? Definitely not you, that’s for sure.

“What do you say, snookums? Are you okay with all of us being your boyfriends?” Childe asks, sitting down beside you with a crooked smile on his face.

“Yeah, I-I am.” You squeaked, your face turning red when you saw the others leaning in with anticipation to hear your answer. It looks like you officially have a boyfriend now! Well, boyfriends. Everyone around you either cheered or sighed in relief.

“Now, who will be the first one to ask [Y/N] out on a date?” Itto asks, tapping on his chin while feigning confusion. The men went silent around you, giving one another a look before raising their hands in the air.

“I’m going to take [Y/N] out on a date!”

“No, I’m going to take them out on a date instead of you fourteen buffoons!” 

“As if you’d be able to afford a nice fancy restaurant to take [Y/N] out on a date!”

“Would [Y/N] be into fancy dates?”

“I don’t know. Maybe we should ask [Y/N] instead!”

At that comment, the men turned to stare at you, waiting for your response. You stared at the men blankly before falling back down on your bed, letting out a dramatic sigh. Who are you going to choose to go out on a date with? You’re pretty sure that the men wanted to be your first date; this is going to be more complicated than you thought. Now that you think about it, maybe dating fifteen other men isn’t going to be so easy, especially if they’re going to fight over who gets to take you out on a date first when all of them want to be the first ones to do it.

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[ifancyharry]

exes to lovers based on hits different by taylor swift 🤔🤔 like i’m thinking lots of groveling from the reader

Hiii anon!!! i'm so sorry if this wasn't what you had in mind, i got a little bit carried away with it i think 😭

anyway, let me know if you liked it i love feedbacks!!!!

Word count: 5.5k+

Warnigs: little bit of smut, angst

(Also, petition to make blondie release this on spotify??)

Harry didn’t know he’d be leaving her place heart broken that cold January morning when she asked him to come over because they needed to talk.

He could usually read people quite well, but not her: her tired eyes and glacier expression could mean everything and nothing all at once. It wasn’t the first time he saw her like this, so exhausted she looked energy drained, so he didn’t question her when she let him in with a mumbled hello and no greeting kiss.

Despite her bubbly personality, she was one to get sad many days at a time, and Harry found her never easy to understand. He always felt as if something was missing from their relationship; sometimes she would ignore his texts for a couple of days only to call him days later in the middle of the night and ask him to come over, beg, really, as if nothing ever happened. 

Other times she would just ask him to hold her tight, and even though he knew she was upset, he’d never gotten the courage to question it. He doesn’t know why. He has to admit he sometimes gets a little scared he’s losing her. 

They hadn’t been dating for long, a little over seven months; she was a friend of Sarah’s and tagged along on one of their usuals pub-hangouts. Harry noticed her right away because she carried herself around with a sort of melancholy that she masked with the most joyous exterior, and he thought she was kind of pretty. Too pretty to be drunk dialing her ex boyfriend for a hookup instead of enjoying a night out with her friend. So he decided to talk to her as a way to distract her from her phone, but he actually wanted to get to know her and he felt like it was easier that way since she was a little tipsy.  

Their relationship had always been kind of off, to Harry; he would get sad when he saw his friends being affectionate with their partners and he couldn’t even hold her hand in public, because YN never really wanted to be introduced to people as his girlfriend.

When his close friends would ask about that, he always had defended her: she’s not like that when we’re alone; she’s just shy; she’s private with this stuff. (He wouldn’t miss the pitied looks they gave him) But it had come to a point where Harry couldn’t even believe his own words when he’d say that. 

He didn’t think he was doing anything wrong: he always respected her spaces, never pressured her into doing something she didn’t want, he thought he was a good listener and an okay lover, so all he was left with was wondering if she somehow felt ashamed of him. Maybe she was embarrassed to be his girlfriend? The mere thought hurt his heart so much he felt it was hard to breathe. But really that was the only explanation that came to mind. 

Despite their troubled relationship, he never, not once, thought about breaking up with her, because he liked being a they with her. He liked their little rituals; rubbing her feet while she searched for rom-coms to watch on Netflix, smelling her perfume on himself after she’d spent the night, he liked — loved — her strangled moans in his ear when he’d push himself into her. 

Maybe that’s why she did it first, Harry thinks, because he was so weak he couldn’t even break up with her when something was clearly wrong in their relationship. 

Harry had been shattered when she told him. She said: I don’t think this is working anymore, and he felt the floor vanishing from under his feet. 

He’d cried and begged, all he wanted was a valid reason, but she wouldn’t tell him. She was so quiet he wanted to shake the words off of her, but he wasn’t one that fought. He always went with people’s decisions, so he went with it. He nodded his head, said he understood in a way, and left her house with a heavy heart, closing the door behind him and leaving her behind too. 

He wonders what would’ve happened if he’d gotten the courage to get back inside. To knock on the door so hard he’d smash his knuckles. He doesn’t know he probably would’ve found her a crying mess on the floor, her hands buried in her hair as she tugged harshly on them. He would’ve told her they’d be fine and she’d hold him tight and never let go, but he didn’t go back. He didn’t go back. That’s the whole point, to her. He unlocked his car and drove away as fast as he could. 

He felt like throwing up the entire drive home, and even many days later when Mitch’d ask him how she was, he wanted to shut himself in his dressing room, grab a pillow and scream into it. He did that a couple of times, actually, despite how pitiful it felt.

(…)

“Tell me he’s not going to be there.” YN looked deeply in Sarah’s eyes, as if to find out in any way a telltale that her friend was lying to her.

“He’s not, he has a charity dinner.” 

Sarah couldn’t possibly know Harry’d come to the pub after said dinner. She felt so bad when she saw YN’s face once she came back to their table holding her drink and found him sitting in what used to be her place, probably thinking it was an empty seat. 

YN swore she could’ve heard the sound her heart made as it fell in her stomach. She believes everyone in the pub heard it. She could feel herself starting to sweat cold as she plopped down on the wooden chair at the head of the table.

He didn’t even spare her a glance. She wanted to be honest with herself and admit that seeing him changed everything, but she couldn’t bring herself to do that. Because things hadn’t changed. She was still her. She was still that messed up version of herself that didn’t deserve him, that hadn’t changed, so she forced herself to laugh at Jeff’s not-so-funny jokes and pretend everything was okay.

Harry felt himself suffocating. She was sitting next to him and he could feel her knee brushing against his, his skin burning behind the fabric of his jeans. He hadn’t seen her in three weeks, that was the longest they’d ever been apart, and he was a mess. He knew everyone could tell. 

He had gained a couple of pounds because he’d spent his weekends stuffing himself with Nutella and ice cream to the point where he felt like he could throw up (he fucked up his three years streak of being pescatarian but he feels like he should be justified). 

When he felt like throwing up, he sat on the cold bathroom tiles and waited. He hoped he’d throw up all his feeling for her, flush them down the toilet and feel clean. But somehow he felt even worse when he realized it hadn’t worked.

So it wasn’t really his fault when he, as he tried to get rid of his suffocating hoodie he’d changed into after the dinner, hit her nowhere near empty glass by accident, the alcoholic liquid splashing all across her shirt and jeans. He hadn’t realized what he’d done until he finally tossed the hoodie aside and everyone was looking at him. 

“Fuck,” he muttered “i’m so sorry”. 

He managed to hurriedly grab a couple of napkins from the center of the table and handed them to her. She stretched her hand timidly to take the napkins, and as she did that their fingers brushed softly. 

She tried not to put too much thought into that as she dabbed the now wet napkins onto her shirt and jeans. “I’ll try to wash this off in the bathroom.” She mumbled, averting her chair that moved with a loud sound. 

She walked hurriedly to the bathroom, feeling Harry’s eyes bore in the back of her head.

She locked the door behind her and leaned her back against it for a moment. She released a breath she didn’t know she was holding. 

Once she gathered the courage and the strength in her legs to move, she walked towards the sink and opened the faucet, letting the water run.

She glanced towards the door for a moment and then after remembering she locked it prior, she removed her t-shirt and tossed the stained part under the water.

She rubbed the fabric together as a way to get rid of the stain faster and she could feel herself getting flustered as the stain only seemed to grow more. YN could feel her eyes sting as she grabbed the soap dispenser with trembling hands and unscrewed the cap. She poured some on the stain and kept rubbing, her shirt completely soaked by now. 

She let out a sob as she realized the state of her t-shirt. She let go of the shirt and looked at her reflection in the mirror. What’s wrong with me?, she thought, it’s just a stupid Primark shirt, I have plenty of these. 

But obviously she knew this wasn’t about the shirt. 

She took her image in as she stood there before the mirror only in her plain white bra and wet stained jeans. She looked pathetic. She could feel the sticky drink on her belly and she splattered some water on it, trying to get rid of the alcohol still lingering on her skin.

She felt gross and tipsy as she grabbed her phone from her back pocket and sent a text to Sarah to ask her if she could meet her in the bathroom with her coat. 

When Sarah knocked on the door, she unlocked the door but didn’t open it. Sarah entered anyway, finding her sitting on the sticky bathroom floor, all eyes closed and cheeks stained by dark tears. 

“C’mon, babe,” Sarah walked towards her, crunching down to be at level with her and grabbing her by the arm “up you get.”

They both stood up and YN stumbled a little on her feet. She was glad for Sarah, even though she’d never told her in their five years of friendship.

“I… I can’t, he’s-“ YN wanted to tell Sarah how much it hurt her heart to see him, but she couldn’t find her words to. 

You see, the thing with YN is that she never had a good example of a lasting relationship. Her parents divorced when she was six; she doesn’t remember anything about her childhood if not the excruciating pain that overcame her the second her father closed the door behind him. She felt as if she had grown all at once standing before the front door, and she wasn’t six anymore; she was a big girl that didn’t need her daddy to tuck her under the covers to sleep. She slept just fine without his goodnight kiss. Except she didn’t, because despite feeling like a grown up, she was still six. 

That’s why she’d never had a serious relationship in her 26 years of life. Lots of hookups and sleep overs since she was 16 with boys that reminded her of her father, because her mum worked night shifts at the nursing home and she didn’t feel like being home alone, and because she felt that relationships where a minefield she didn’t want to step in. 

With Harry, it was different. He wasn’t like her father. He was soft. He was patient. He listened to her, he saw her, he took his time with her. She could tell he’s been hurt in the past too, and she admired him for staying tender hearted despite everything. She never told him, but she felt as if he knew, by the way he kissed her forehead before bed and by the way he’d ask her if she’d eaten.  

With Harry, it was different, until it wasn’t. Because she wasn’t. She was her dad in their relationship. Passive aggressive and scared of commitment. So she knew it never could’ve worked. She had been selfish when she allowed herself to date him. She thought he’d eventually get tired of her, or that she’d leave him when she felt suffocated by him, and yes, it’s true, she did break up with him, but not because he was overwhelming.

She simply felt in her heart she couldn’t do to Harry what his father had done to her mother, she couldn’t hurt him in that way. So she broke up with him, and what if she cried silently in her room for days? What if she felt sick at the thought of what her life had gotten to? She was at peace knowing Harry wouldn’t be hurt.

“I know.” Sarah only said, wrapping the coat around her shoulders. “Let’s get you home”.

(…)

It had been a couple of weeks since she saw Harry at the pub, and she couldn’t seem to get their last encounter off her mind. She thought drinking her problems away every weekend would eventually mean she’d forget about him, his sparkly green eyes and woodsy scent. But it still hadn’t happened.

Drinking seemed to be the only thing she could do while she waited for the pain in her chest to ease, that’s why she accepted her friend’s from university invite to go out with some of her friends that night. She really didn’t feel like going out, but she didn’t want to stay home either, so she figured she’d go, get drunk, and then uber home. Maybe she’d even find a cute guy to bring home. She kind of cringes at the thought. 

“God, I love pubs” her friend, Olly, screamed, as they entered the pub. YN scrunched her nose, how could someone in their right mind like pubs? She only went because of the cheap drinks and low music.

Once they reached her friends’s table, Olly introduced YN, who smiled awkwardly and waved with her hand.

After three drinks and a cigarette, YN was far more chatty than she’d been at the start of the night. She wouldn’t dare to say she liked Olly’s friends, but she was enjoying their company, until one of them pointed out to the song playing from the speakers. YN hadn’t even heard it over the sound of her voice and the alcohol making her feel dizzy.  

“I love this song. Harry Styles is so hot!” One of them said, smirking at the others and taking a gulp of her drink.

“Yeah” another one responded, “I’d totally fuck him if I’d got the chance”.

“I’m seeing him at Wembley this weekend, I hope he spots me in the crowd, I’m going to wear the sluttiest outfit just for him.” They all laughed at that, and the proceeded to go on with their conversation as if nothing happened. 

YN felt sick. She felt sick at the thought of other girls thinking about Harry that way. Her Harry. Which she had seen many times like that. She suddenly felt like her sweater was too tight around her neck. 

“I’m going for a smoke” she blurted out, getting up from the chair and walking towards the front door through a bunch of people that were standing in the middle of the pub chattering.

Once she stepped outside, she lit her cigarette and took a big inhale. Her head felt dizzy and her ears rang with the same words all over again: Harry, hot, slutty outfit. Harry with a girl who wasn’t her.

She brought a hand to her forehead to try and cool her burning skin off a bit, but nothing worked. The cigarette had made her even more dizzy than she was before and she stumbled on her feet as she tried to take big breaths of air. She shook her head as she felt the bitter taste of puke in her mouth.

She crunched on the ground and throw up everything she’d drank. 

After she felt like she was done, she called for an uber and texted Olly she wasn’t feeling okay and was going home.

When she got in bed that night, the sickening feeling burning at the pit of her stomach hadn’t subdued, and she feared it had nothing to do with the alcohol and everything to do with the realization that Harry was now free to see other people, and she’d made it that way.

(…)

It had been more than six months since she’d broken up with Harry, and they’d been apart more than they were together. 

Christmas was approaching and YN felt more miserable than ever. 

After what she pulled both nights at the pubs, neither Sarah or Olly called her again to hang out, and she was left all alone mending for her broken heart. She bought a lot of self help books but still couldn’t get herself to schedule a therapy appointment. 

She often wondered how he was doing. She thought about him at Tesco’s when she spotted his favorite — overpriced — salmon fillet he’d cook for both of them in her oven. She felt like crying and had to leave her cart right there and get out without buying anything feeling like a criminal as she passed before the cashier empty handed.

She’s thinking about him now as she’s shopping for Christmas decorations. She was thinking about him so hard she probably manifested him, because she sees him standing in line before her. He was wearing his bright pink beanie and a dark green coat, probably to not be recognized. But she could recognize that hideous beanie even in the dark.

“Hi” she said, her voice so tender she doesn’t even recognize it herself.

She watched as he turned around with his brows furrowed, a pout on his lips as he recognized her. “Hey”. He said.

“You alway forget to take a cart” she chuckled as she gestured to his hands full of stuff. She eyed what he was holding: it seemed everything you may need for a Christmas party. She felt her heart clench as she wondered if he was alone or maybe found someone to spend his Christmas with. 

He gave her a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes, and she feared he might turn around and end their conversation like that.

“Christmas party?” 

“Do you need something? Because I don’t really feel like talking.”

She looked at him buffered. She didn’t remember him this way. He was always so sweet and soft, he never sounded so harsh, not even when they fought or she disappeared for days.

“Umh I… I was wondering if you’d like to grab a cup of tea?” She really wasn’t sure what she was doing. She was nowhere near ready to face him, let alone talk to him. 

“I can’t right now.” 

She nodded, even though her smile fell. Okay, she thought, it’s fine. You’ll cry about it tonight.

“But I can tomorrow, if you want?” 

“Okay. Do you want to come over?” 

Harry nodded swiftly and proceeded to step ahead, tossing his stuff for the cashier to scan. 

When he was done, he muttered a small ‘see you tomorrow’ at her and hurried out of the store.

She was frozen in place when the customer behind her in line tapped on her shoulders lightly to signal her it was her turn. She nodded her head and went ahead. All she could think about was what the hell had gotten into her. 

(…)

YN and Harry were sitting on opposite sides of her couch the following afternoon, a cup of tea in both their hands. She took small sips of her drink every now and then, and she noticed Harry still hadn’t taken a single sip, the tea getting cold in the mug

“You don’t like earl grey anymore? It used to be your favorite” she muttered, looking at him.

Harry glanced down at his mug and then he looked to the side, avoiding her face. “No, I don’t anymore.” 

That wasn’t true. It was still his favorite, he just didn’t want her to feel like he hadn’t changed a single bit. He didn’t want her to think he was still the guy he were when they were dating, because he hadn’t felt like that in a long time.

“Oh, you could’ve told me. I have lots of flavors, would you like -“ 

“YN” he cut her off, looking at her sternly “cut the bullshit. Why am I here?”

She took a big breath and pointed her socked heels on the couch, shifting her bum closer to him and tucking her feet under his legs. She knew she was testing her luck, but she hadn’t been touched in so long. She was starving for him. 

“I missed you.” She muttered, leaning her chin on her knees to look at him better, even if he kept his gaze fixed on the window behind them.

“That’s not enough” he said, but he knew it was taking everything in him to not look inside her doe eyes, his hands holding the mug so tightly he feared he may break it. 

The six months ago Harry would’ve been fine with an ‘i miss you’, but she left him. For six months. She managed to stay away, not checking on him once, while he was so hurt some days he couldn’t get out of bed.

“Harry” she exhaled. Harry knew what she was doing. She was trying to get him to look at her, and it was almost working.

“No, don’t. Just-“ he shook his head, closing his eyes. He sighed and leaned forward to place his mug on the coffee table before the couch.

“I want to make things better between us” she whispered, suddenly feeling exposed when he looked at her with a questioning gaze.

“We’re not an us anymore.” 

“Harry, — she breathed out —  please” 

He shook his head again, but she leaned forward and took his face in her hands, turning him towards her.

Harry looked from one of her eyes to the other as he tried to read her as he’d done in the past. But he couldn’t. She seemed honest, she did. But what did she want? What did this mean? He didn’t have time to think about it, though, because despite the pain in his heart and the clenching of his stomach, she was before him, begging him. He’d imagined this sight so many times, and somehow the reality was even better than the fantasy. 

“Please” she repeated. She was so close Harry could feel her soft breaths fanning over his lips.

He brushed his nose against hers as he closed his eyes. Fuck it. He tried, he really did. He even lied about his tea preferences to make her mad, but that’s about how far he could seem to go.

He wanted her so bad he could feel the blood boil in his veins. He placed his hands on her waist and squeezed at the plushy skin there. Go on, he thought, ruin me all over again.

And she did. 

She leaned over and pressed her lips onto his. Her kiss wasn’t timid nor tender, it had a kind of bestiality to it that made Harry go feral. 

It was all clashing teeth and lip bites, and Harry took his time exploring her mouth with his tongue. She tasted like honey and chamomile tea, and Harry felt her sweetness go right through his body up until his brain, clouding it with her taste. 

She moved her hands from his cheeks down to his shoulders, caressing his neck in her way, her fingers digging into his skin, exploring him. She wanted to take his shirt off and count every mole and freckle on his skin to see if they changed in those six months they’d been apart.

Harry hooked his hand on the back of her knee and placed her leg across his body, so that she was straddling his lap.

He moved from her mouth to her neck, pressing her harder onto him, his fingers digging in the flesh of her tights.

She let out a strangled sigh when he sucked on the spot behind her ear and she could feel her heart beat in her ears, thumping loudly against her rib cage. She wondered if he could feel it too.

She moaned once she felt his cock grow harder beneath her, tossing her head back, which gave Harry more access to the skin of her neck. He kissed all over her while she ground her hips harder against him. 

“Just like that baby” Harry breathed out against her skin, kissing over her naked shoulder. The oversized shirt she was wearing and fallen a little, exposing more of her tender skin to him.

“Harry, please” she fastened her pace once she felt herself get closer, her clothed clit brushing against his cock and sending a shock through her body every time she pressed on it. 

Her panties were wet with her arousal and she felt them sticking against her pussy, adding even more pressure to her clit. She couldn’t take it anymore. It was too much. His kisses were overwhelming, his lips leaving wet kisses on her skin as his hands guided her hips. 

She felt lightheaded once she reached her orgasm, coming with a moan she muffled against his shoulder. She let herself fall over his body as Harry guided her through her orgasms.

When the pressure became too much and she was too sensitive to keep going, she opened her mouth: “Harry, too much”.

He nodded, squeezing her hips once again as he stopped moving her, he then placed a kiss on her hair line as she stabilized her breath.

“You owe me an explanation.” He said after a while.  

“Don’t ruin this.” 

“Fuck, you still haven’t changed, have you? All that time and you’re still-“ Harry shook his head as he pulled her off of her lap, getting up and grabbing his coat from the lounge chair across the couch she was sitting on.

She felt dizzy as she watched him get ready to leave once again.     

“You don’t understand. I-“ 

“No! You don’t understand! How could you do this to me? I loved you.” 

“I know, Harry, I just-“ she shook her head, pressing the palms of her hands against her eyes.

“What? You what? Did you even love me?” 

She wanted to tell him that she did, she still does, but what good could it do? She’d hurt him so much already, she didn’t want to ruin him any more than she already did. 

But she was hurting too. She had been miserable all those months without him. 

“You’re unbelievable.” Harry shook his head and walked towards her door, shutting it behind him with a sound that sounded very much like the one she’d heard when she was six.

She took a big sigh and swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. She had to remind herself she wasn’t six years old anymore. She had finally found a guy that made her comfortable and safe, and she let him go. Because she didn’t feel enough for him. But all she was left with was thinking what is enough? And what defines it? 

(…)

“YN, are you sure about this?” Sarah looked at her skeptically, sighing to herself. Sarah thought this was a bad idea; she was only going to make a fool out of herself. She still decided to help her, though. Because despite the embarrassment, it was romantic, and Sarah loved romantic gestures.

“Yes, yes! I’m sure.” She smiles, a little too confidently for Sarah’s liking, “I’m positive Love Actually is still his favorite movie.”

Sarah nodded okay with her head and YN rang the doorbell. She knew Harry was home, because he was supposed to have that dinner party with his friends (Sarah told her), and she waited for him to open the door with a bunch of white signs tucked under her arm.

Mitch opened the door instead, and looked at the both of them funnily, “What’s going on?” 

“Mitch” Sarah rolled her eyes, “could you just get Harry?” 

They watched as he nodded and walked back inside, leaving the door open after him. YN could see from her place that Harry had decorated for Christmas and he even hung up the decorations they crafted together the prior year. She felt her insides warm.

“Okay” she said after a while, when no one was coming back and she started to feel stupid, “maybe I’m not so sure. Abort missi-“ 

“What the hell is going on?” She heard Harry’s voice as she was turning back on her steps, and she feels Sarah nudging her shoulder with her hand.

She nodded to herself and told Sarah to press play, ‘Jingle bells’ blasting through the phone her friend hold in her hands, cupping one of them over the speakers so the sound could be amplified.

“Harry” Harry read in his head the signs she held before him, “i’m sorry.”

“I think you’re pretty amazing.”

“And kind”

“And gorgeous” YN stopped herself for a moment and Harry nodded, signaling her that he was reading and she could keep going. 

“I was scared”

“Of the love I felt for you” Harry frowned at that.

“I’m not good at relationships.”

“But I promise I’ll love you”

“Even when you’ll look like this”

Harry laughed out loud when she showed him the next sign and it was a photoshopped picture of him bald.

“Forgive me?” 

YN felt proud of herself for going through with that, and she looked over at Sarah, that gave her a thumbs up before excusing herself and going inside to leave them space to figure things out.

She felt like she needed a big glass of wine now, though, because she really couldn't understand what Harry was thinking and she feared her little plan hadn’t worked and she’d have to ride the metro back to her flat holding a bunch of signs while she cried her eyes out.

“Let’s talk, yes? You’ll be honest with me?” 

She nodded. 

(…)

YN looks outside the window as she hums to the notes of Last Christmas by wham! playing from Harry’s Christmas playlist. She can feel his hand on her thigh, and he’s stroking her skin with his pinky finger.

“Don’t be nervous.” He says once they reach a red light, he shifts in his seat to look at her and she does the same, “they’ll love you.”

She nods at his words. She’s trying to be better. A better girlfriend, a better friend, a better everything. That’s why she agreed to meet Harry’s family, despite him asking scared the shit out of her. 

Her worries didn’t leave overnight, she was still scared he’d leave like her father did, but Harry helped her book a therapy appointment and they talked through everything, and she found out six years old Harry lived a similar situation to six years old her, and that seemed to put her at ease a bit. Because she guesses he’d know how that felt and he wouldn’t dare do it to someone he loves. Harry, too, had waited for his father at the door to come back, he waited years for him to acknowledge him, to see him. But, contrary to her, when he realized he wasn’t coming back, he moved from the door and never looked back.

She was so self centered on her pain she hadn’t realized Harry was hurting in his own way, and him being tender hearted wasn’t despite, but was because everything he went through. 

And she had cried as he told her the full story. Harry felt like he could finally understand her, because he too understood what looking for softness and never finding it meant. But he told her she was looking in all the wrong places and that made her laugh a little.

When she told him she felt like she wasn’t enough for him, they were on his couch and they’d just eaten the salmon Harry liked so much. He held her so tight she stopped shaking, and she grasped his shoulders to feel him even closer. 

“You deserve to feel loved, okay?” And he had such a way of talking she believed him. Just like that. All it took was that and she felt so stupid for not telling him sooner.

It used to feel so embarrassing to her the way she’d want him. They way she longed for his lips, the way she knew the moles on his face by heart. She felt embarrassed. She hated calling him at night and begging him to come over and just hold her. She hated how soft he made her. How vulnerable he could get her; she felt like a raw wound that never healed, that he’d scratch every now and then with his nails. But she found in feeling vulnerable and invincible strength.

She felt so embarrassed those two times she cried at the pub, she couldn’t get herself to walk past them for weeks. And for what? She was embarrassed because she was vulnerable? So what? She was human. And she was being brave. By loving Harry she was being brave, and that wasn’t anything to be embarrassed about.

She really can’t remember what she was so worried about, because with Harry everything hit different and everything was worth it. 

[hunterbunter3000]

Ummm..Just some Sweetheart ideas where 141 + more bring to her a club and she’s like “OHH THIS IS MY SONG~!” And brings one one of the guys to dance all over them and all the other are jelly over that person while Sweetheart barely notices and brings the whole group in to dance with her.

Either that..

Or them watching Sweetheart workout :D

Love your stories by the way, w-would respectfully die for your writing lol.

Aww thank you so much!! So sorry this took long 😔 that shadowban really pushed my ass back 😪

Sweetheart ALWAYS drags Soap and Gaz on the dance floor first, cause she knows they're gonna dance with her. The rest of the boys just watch for any danger surrounding her. Like HAWKS

Krueger, like the obsessed weirdo lover he is, reaalllyyy dislikes how sandwiched she is between Soap and Gaz. They look like they want to eat her and Soap's face is almost pushed up against her chest cause of how tall she is- especially in heels omg (Krueger will skin him if he feels it)

Ghost could kinda care less-- how her hips are swaying to the beat is fucking hypnotic. König and Roach are kinda embarrassed to watch her dance. It's too ✨️erotic✨️ for them LMAO Alex is drunk, so he gets up and goes to dance with them

Price went home. So--

All in all everyone had a good time 💀

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Now the men watching Sweetheart work out... WHEEEEWWWW IT MAKES THEM FEEL A CERTAIN WAY YA FEEL ME??

They wish she shows more skin- like her arms or maybe her legs. But she always wears long sleeve athletic wear and leggings (which show off her ass perfectly so they ain't complaining too much) why do yall think she wears long clothing all the time? Let me see your thoughts 🤔 🧠🤯🤯

And yk my girl STRONK AS SHIT-- DOIN SQUATS WHILE LIFTLING 450lbs ISTG IT MAKES EM WEAK IN THE KNEEESSS

Slim thicc sleeper build on point babes 💅✨️LOLL

Gaz almost tripped while he was running when he saw Sweetheart stretch (he had to waddle to the bathroom)

Ghost helps spot her everytime. He loves feeling the warmth emit from her body (and my god she smells heavenly)

OMG one time, Sweets was gonna practice punching and all of Task Force was gonna watch her (this was waayyy before they knew she can fight, and it was just the original four) so she ties her hair back and wraps her hands. Soap was quite cocky back in the day🧓 (he still is) so he's thinking she ain't really gonna do nothing, Ghost is gonna have to help her build strength and shi

So she gets in her stance and taps the punching bag first. Then all hell breaks loose

THAT FIRST PUNCH WAS SO LOUD ITS LIKE A BOMB WENT OFF-- AND IT STAYED THAT LOUD EVERYTIME SHE PUNCHED THE BAG

The bag was literally swinging and trembling every time. Other rookies and soldiers come around to see wtf is happening and everyone is impressed and scared (THEY DONT WANNA GET PUNCHED) long story short, Ghost didn't have to teach her anything and Soap kept quiet

(Price was just this 😳 and gaz was this😟)

[majosullivan]

MAJOOOOOOOOO I love your Pluto theory but also. Also. Do you think that the roommates are there to enact each other's stories? Like Montresor was put in Duke's room on purpose so that he could put him in the wall, Prospero in Pluto's so that he could take his eye?? Or maybe Pluto does smt that makes Prospero sick???

Just spitballin here but 🤔🤔🤔

It’s very possible! While I don’t think it’s possible with certain roommates, I can definitely see certain references being pulled from their respective stories to inform future interactions between them. I’m so interested in the dynamics of all the roommates since it’s clear that the roommates were carefully picked and organised by the Deans for specific reasons, rather than being randomised, especially with how the characters parallel eachother and the similarities between their deaths.

The most obvious example we have is with Annabel and Ada, with both their characters and deaths being centred around the ideas of love. While Annabel was killed and betrayed before she was wed by ‘the one who loved her above all else’, Ada was killed by the upper class man she was likely having an affair with. While Ada desperately wants to matter the most to someone, clearly willing to do anything to be seen as such, Annabel is completely loyal to Lenore, Lenore being the only person she’s felt truly comfortable being her authentic self around, someone she’s willing to risk it all for, loving her with every fibre of her being. Annabel is everything that Ada admires and wants to be, wanting desperately for Annabel’s approval as a mark of being a ‘real lady’, blinding her to how Annabel is able to take complete advantage of her as a pawn.

Then there’s Berenice and Eulalie, who also have clear parallels in their deaths, with both of them slowly dying with no form of escape. With Berenice, she was run over by a police car while trying to escape some guy harassing her, slowly dying trapped under the car while the guy harassing her makes her as some drunk that run in front of the road. With Eulalie, she was trapped in a burning building with a bunch of children, with it being suggested that people set the fire, with Eulalie not being able to do anything but try to comfort the children in their last moments together (my main guess at the moment is that Eulalie was the victim of racial violence during WWII). When it comes to their personalities, while both of shown to be unweavingly loyal to their friends, Berenice has much more street smarts and is shown to be used to taking care of herself, while social cues aren’t Eulalie’s strong suit and her seemingly being a caretaker of some form in life.

With Duke and Monstresor, we’ve now seen our recreation of The Cask of Amontillado, with Duke in the role of Fortunato, his stage name in life. When it comes to their deaths, though we don’t have confirmation on how exactly Duke died, I think Monty’s death could actually support the most popular theory on how Duke died. Thanks to episode 54, we know that Monty died by being taken to the train tracks and getting run over by the incoming train, trying his best to escape. Considering this, the parallels we’ve seen in previous roommates’s deaths, Duke drowning and it bring comfirmed that he was an escape artist in life, it strengthens the idea that Duke died in a water escape trick gone wrong.

The situation is similar with Lenore and Morella. While we don’t know how Lenore died, considering Lenore herself, the possible ideas we already have about how Annabel and Lenore died, along with the knowledge that Morella died wanting to protect someone no matter what, it definitely strengthens the idea that Lenore died trying to protect Annabel. When it comes to their personalities, while both of them hold their personal connections in very high regard, Lenore has no bounds to the rules and refuses to make any sacrifices when it comes to her connections, while Morella is very keen to follow the rules to avoid trouble, having difficulty standing her ground at times and her desire for friendship unfortunately resulting in her getting stuck with the Clusterfuck, with Monty threatening to harm her Ada and Lenore if he ever sees Morella or Ada talking to her.

Finally there’s Pluto and Prospero, both being more logically grounded members in their groups. We can’t really compare how they died yet, since we only have how they felt when they died and their likely causes of death, with no confirmation on the lead up to their deaths. Despite this, that doesn’t prevent us from comparing the parallels between the two. While Prospero is quite reversed, placing little value in emotional connections and greatly disliking physical contact, Pluto is very emotionally intuned, deeply caring for and valuing his connections, along with being very physically affectionate. They’re both also two of the first characters to get involved in romantic sub plots of sorts, with Ada having a crush on Prospero (we all know how that went) and Pluto having a crush on Eulalie. Not to mention the obvious parallel of Prospero’s spectre involving rats and Pluto’s spectre being a literal cat. An interesting detail that I picked up recently was how we see that Prospero fears people thinking of him as neurotic in episode 71, while Pluto was the reason Lenore and Duke were able to escape the dementophobia trial. This detail could get even more interesting, considering that in The Tell Tale Heart, part of the narrative involves the narrator trying to convince the reader of their sanity. Tying this in with Pluto’s possible link to the story that I’ve mentioned before and we could come up with quite an interesting picture. It might be nothing but it caught my eye.

Overall, the Duke situation once again has prompted me to look into the roommates’s dynamics and what possible references could be pulled from them. I’m currently trying to read more of Poe’s work, both out of curiosity and wanting to see if there are any similarities in stories that could relate to the dynamics of characters and roommates that Red and Flynn could be used drawn reference to during the story. If I come across anything particularly interesting, I’ll try to make a post about it

[smolwritingchick]

Smol Brainstorm/drabble: I Hit That

Found another to hold ya! I want to keep this brainstorm and continue working on it when I decide to put it in the story. This would happen maybe around 2019 or later. JenKook flirting on Twitter.

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Scrolling through Twitter, Jen noticed a selfie that Jungkook had posted a few moments ago, looking fine as hell. After long consideration, she chose to be bold and tweet, ‘My man looking fine af today 😜😏 #IHitThat #Jen’

Her tweet caused quite the uproar as ‘I hit that’ trended with fans freaking out with her audacious statement:

‘SCREAMING!’

‘Jennie you’re drunk!’

‘JEN WTF’

‘She wildlin’

‘Chiiiiil!’

‘That how you coming!?’

‘Can we just say she got hacked LOL’

‘STOP OMG!’

‘I hope Jungkook responds!’

‘Can they start flirting on Twitter?’

'JENKOOK SHIPPERS HOW ARE WE!? AHHHHH~!'

‘I’m ready for the inspired smut one shots about this’

‘MOM!’

‘This is the energy I inspire to have.’

‘JUNGKOOK RESPOND!’

‘JENKOOK SNAPPED!’

‘The freak in Jen jumped out’

‘Get your man sis!’

‘Somebody get her please CTFU!’

‘LMAOOOO out of pocket!’

‘MOOD’

‘We’ve been waiting for this day to come!’

‘Get it boo!’

‘Let them know sis!’ 

A few hours later, she went back on Twitter to see that Jungkook had replied, ‘Can’t get enough of me, huh? I can tell. The day before you left spoke volumes baby girl. 😏 #JK’

She chuckled as she reread his tweet. He wasn't wrong but did he really just tweet that? Two can play that game.

‘EXCUSE ME!?’

‘WHAT!?’

‘How can I be Jennie?’

‘AHHHH HE REPLIED!'

‘What happened before she left!?’

‘Jungkook PLEASE!’

‘DEAD!’

‘OMG!’

‘THE REPLY!’

‘UM!’

‘WAYMENT!’

‘Hide these tweets from Jin!’

‘I refuse to accept this!’

‘Jungkook is just a baby boy!’

After thinking about what to say, she tweeted, ‘I don’t recall. 🤔 You’re going to have to refresh my memory. #Jen’

‘OHMAHGAWDD KSSKSKSH’

‘Oh so she wants him wants him!’

‘Jen I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into lol!’

‘We would like to see it!’

‘WHAT IS HAPPENING!?’

‘She knows exactly what she’s doing.’

‘Ooh reverse psychology 101. This is smart.’

‘Sis ready!’

‘I can’t even be mad at this.’

‘Now you know the Golden Maknae doesn’t back down from a challenge!’

‘Accept the challenge and refresh her memory Jungkook!’

Later that day while out with Angelina, she and Jen took photos of each other going out for the evening and Jen so happened to wear a short dress to show off her legs. After posting a photo of herself with the dress, Jungkook was quick to reply as her heart flipped with anticipation.

‘Wow~ so beautiful. And those legs. 😏 Just wait until you get back to Seoul #Mine #JK’

‘OH?!’

‘What’s going to happen in Seoul!?’

‘AHHHHHH’

‘Calm tf down Jungkook!’

‘*grabs popcorn*’

‘JenKook shippers we have been blessed!'

‘Jin is about to kill them when he sees this ctfu’

[straying-further-from-gods-grace]

New fic idea 💡👉👈🥺

So um

Human!AU Trans!Alastor raised by Husk and Rosie to be strong and independent

Gets pregnant.

Whether from consensual or non consensual sex idk yet.

I'm currently a trans author who's ovulating and I don't EVER in a million years plan to have children. But ummm. Alastor can!

The main plot will be Valentino stepping up.

Because I want this to be Valastor, cause I want it! *stomps foot*

The real question is why does he wanna step up 🤔ᴴᴹ

I have 3 options hwre

1) the baby is his and his parents would fucking kill him (in this case the sex is consensual) (OR the baby is Vox and Vox is like "Fuck that shit" and Valentino steps up attempting to make Vox jelly, and it works! But oops he's fallen in love!)

2) Alastor, a semi famous singer or dancer or something, being publicly shamed outside of a planned Parenthood after going there for a test. And Valentino whose mama did NOT raise him to stand back during an injustice, and is also famous but for his Casanova stage image in lots of sexy hot movies (both X rated and theatre approved. I'm making him an actor ;p), steps in and rescues him, maybe even punches a protestor or reporter or something. And um. They're all over the news about their apparent "affair" and how Alastor is another of Valentinos flings and Alastor is apparently such a whore now (even though this is his first scandal), and Valentino is like shit. I made it a looot worse than if I did nothing... So he vows to stay by Alastors side, at least until the birth, to try and make it smoother for him, like, shield the rumors (maybe the real baby daddy is some low level shit who took advantage of Al, and is tryna get popularity by being the one to get Al pregnant) and they ya know. Fall in love UwU

3) Alastor gets drugged, and left used in Valentinos bedroom at his college dorm/frat. And Valentino stumbles in drunk, gets in bed with him, and they wake up, naked, with hints of sex having happened. And so Valentino steps up when Alastor finds out he's pregnant- thinking it's his. UwU

SO

Any OTHER suggestions ARE SOOO WELCOMED!

And I'd just like to know which of these y'all would prefer to see!!!

Thank youuu

Other things involved but the main plot I'd also love ideas!!!!

In this I'm gonna keep my Rosie/Velvet and Husk/Angel ships where they're half their age and is their younger sugar babies but in this they're not seperate they're happily in an open marriage UwU

Ummm. That's non negotiable. UwU

[skyartworkzzz]

( hell yeah I breath that ship!)

Hmm now onto the more silly questions! How well do you think the lamb or nar will do in a massive rave! One hosted every hundred years where gods devils and mortals come together to have the biggest celebration in history! And they both just got an invitation to it? ( with a plus four invite if nar wants to bring his sibs )

OH SHIT thats a funny question indeed LOL hmm les see: Lamb would likely be indifferent about meeting many other deities like "just another normal day for godly me", and maybe be able to enjoy themselves eventually as the gathering goes Then they have one cup of alcohol and go stupid LMAO doing silly stuff here and there while partying hard til they pass out

Narinder would probs be the guy at the corner of the room deadpan with his cup in hands and wanting to go home, while just watching Lamb from afar so he can keep em out of trouble or bring them back home if they pass out- Hed drink too tho, but I like to imagine he has a high tolerance so hes not drunk with a few many cups

IF THE OTHER BISHOPS WERE INVITED THO: Leshy would probs stay with Narinder unwillingly, he doesnt strike me as a gathering person either at least xD Alternatively, he'd definitely pull pranks on the others like the chaotic lord he is and just sit on the corner to watch with Nari, who might as well crack a few smiles once seeing what his brother caused LMAO

Heket would likely be eating a lot, perhaps interacting with a few deities here and there I imagine her playing arm wrestling depending on the setting too 🤔

Kallamar is definitely the show-off type of guy, he would wear fancy and be the most sociable of the siblings I feel, bragging about his looks and riches

Shamura would likely be the "proper" type, just respectfully having conversations with their peers, answering a few questions to those who are interested, but also keeping an eye (or eyes) on all of their siblings And the Lamb. Especially the Lamb I feel I like the thought of Shamura sorta encouraging and sorta caring for Lamb's actions, so i.e. if they see them downing a whole bottle of an alcoholic drink, Shamura would first watch and then tellem to not do it again LMAO

The afterparty of that would probs look like Narinder carrying the Lamb on his shoulder or back, who's very much drunk and sleepy, while Shamura Leshy Kallamar and Heket chat about the events of the party and even acknowledge some of Lamb's doings, either finding them entertaining or getting ashamed for being responsible for such gremlin xD