#drunk zayne!!

[quitesins]

Oh mein gott….

[chuluoyi]

zayne — absolute zeal

[astracora]

Dancing on Tables

Characters: LADs x gn!mc (poly lads), Simone, Tara

Warnings: Alcohol mention, Drunk MC

Written: 28th December 2024

Notes: Poly lads group chat. I like to imagine Simone enjoys bothering Xavier cause when it comes to MC he has a lot of reactions, and she finds that funny. I also think Tara is very lovely and mostly innocent, but can casually drop a bomb without meaning to.

Masterlist AO3

Bonus - Tara + Simone group chat

[universal-verringbebe]

As an incentive for my last post, here's my most recent brain rot of the main LI which is food related:

Zayne:

That's husband material right there

He's going to make sure you're taking care of yourself whether you like it or not

He's the type to show up to your apartment with a full course meal, unasked just based on your last hospital report

Best believe you'd have the most delicious balanced meals

And if you question him, he'd tell you it was only for his most important patients

And you're literally the only name on that list

He's the type to watch you eat to make sure you've consumed every last bite

And if there's a component you're not a fan of , he's taking notes and doing his best to think of replacements

Vegetarian? Say less, we're bringing tofu, soy beans, mushrooms, etc to the table

You're allergic to seafood (like me), he's making sure there's only meat or veggies that won't hurt you and you would enjoy eating.

The type to watch you consume things just to see your reaction and catalogue what gives you the most satisfaction

He's willing to put aside his own tastes just for your enjoyment.

RAFAYEL:

Bro just want to spend time with you

He's doesn't care what you do as long as he's by your side

Anything you say you're in the mood for, bet

He's looking up the best restaurants that appeal to your cravings

Imagine you thinking you're going to pay for your meal

You're sick for that, he's actually offended you would ever consider spending a penny

Tf is the point of making the art he does if he's not going to use the money to spend on all your foodie needs

You never have to to worry about eating too much

He just enjoys you enjoying eating and liking new things

But if you're allergic to seafood (like me) he's questioning if he can connect with you with his favorite dishes

Can he let the shellfish go for you?

Might as well give you up to onichinus and wait for your next life

Xavier:

He's along for the ride

The type to keep to himself until you say you want to travel

There's a place you saw in social media that has good food? Say less

He's taking you there even if he doesn't see the appeal

Just so he can see the adorable face you make when you get what you ordered

He compares it to other cuisine he's had in the past and promises to take you to where the dish originates

Might start getting sleepy during the meal which you mistake as the itis but it's just him needing to recharge

He'll say he'll make it up to you with his own cooking

You feel fear.

[starmocha]

GIRLIE YOU NEED TO STOP USING HIM AS A PORTABLE FREEZER 😭😭😭

[fortunekookie07]

The things my muse makes me write sometimes. I swear to blob. @chryssikyu

Here it is. I think it would have been better if I'd been drunk first myself.

Some Drinks, A Bet, and A Game

Zayne groaned, his head was pounding like a drum. He squeezed his eyes shut against the intruding light.

For the first time, he had no bearing of where he was. Nothing looked familiar to him. He wracked him brain trying to remember where he'd been the night before and the events that occurred. The thing that concerned him the most, was how he was going to explain this situation to his fiance.

Movement at his side had him even more panicked, and he stopped breathing before he looked at the figure. Relief flooded him instantly as he finally realized where he was and just who was next to him.

Messy dark hair was sprawled across your pillow and last night's makeup was smeared on your face. Lipstick long gone. The flowy white dress you'd choosen to wear was twisted all around you, probably from tossing and turning in your sleep. There was a frown on your face and Zayne was sure your hangover was going to be worse than his when you finally woke up.

Seeing your dress finally brought back memories of the previous night.

Your friends had insisted on taking you out for an after party, once your engagement dinner was over. According to them celebrating with friends and family was fine, but now it was their turn and they had left no room for argument as they dragged the both of you off to a popular bar.

Tara was the first to shove drinks into your hand and then his. Once everyone had a shot they shouted cheers and tossed it back.

Zayne eyed the clear liquid in the small glass like it was going to be his undoing. That was until you elbowed him in the side and gestured for him to lean down. "They want to celebrate with us, take the shot!" You whisper yelled into his ear to be heard over the booming music. He sighed and tossed the drink back.

The tequila his the back of his throat with a subtle burn. It wasn't often that he drank, having littler tolerance for this type of thing. He rarely drank and it was about to become very obvious, as the next glass was placed in his hand. A quick glance in your direction and he tossed back the second drink.

The liquor was already beginning to warm his body and his cheeks were a light pink. Turning to his petite finace in the hopes of being rescued he quickly abandoned the thought. You were already gone, having wandered over to the bar to order another round of drinks.

His last sober thought before being handed the third drink, is that he is done for.

He couldn't quite recall what exactly had taken place after that third drink. His more was significantly blurry. "I think we played some sort of game." Zayne said aloud, just as you started to stir.

A loud groan slipped from between your lips as you roll onto your back. "I am never going to drink so much again." You groan and try to sit up. The room spins and you have to lay down again.

"Zayneeeee!" You whine rubbing your temples before looking around for him, you find him next to you. An equally miserable expression on his face.

"We are never drinking again." He corrects, reaching over to brush hair out of your face. You turn to look at him more fully. "W-what are you wearing?!" You say in alarm glancing over at his clothes. "Omg Zayne, are you wearing one of THOSE dresses?!?" Despite the pain in your head you sit up and throw the blankets back.

Sure enough, it is indeed one of those sleeveless, backless, SHORT dresses. It looks a little small on him. The material stealing against his very muscular physique. They do stretch, but you are quite sure they were never meant to stretch THIS much.

Suddenly you ate overcome in a fit of giggles and when you throw your head back laughing you fall off the bed with a dull thud. "Owwwww!" You cry out rubbing your head and butt at the same time. With how hung over you are it's a miracle you have puked yet.

Rustling on the bed has you looking up when the blankets fall on your stomach. "You don't remember you're responsible for this do you?" Zayne says stroking your ankle (that is somehow still on the bed)

"Uhhh, no?" You say questioningly as Zayne pass you his phone. It is unlocked and there is a picture of you, him, Tara, and some of your other girl friends. Zayne is wearing the dress, looking completely silly and unashamed as well as holding a sign, (that is barely legible) that says in your messy (drunk) handwritting, I lost a bet and my finace made me wear this dress.

"Oh gods, how much did I drink?" You muse aloud, still not moving from the floor. Zayne just snorts and starts moving. Probably to change into his own clothes.

He keeps clothes in your apartment even though neither of you actually spend much time here. You've more or less moved into his home. You are just riding out the end of your lease before making it official.

"Zayneee, I don't feel so good." You cry placing both arms over your eyes to block out the light.

Your memory comes back to you in pieces and with it a very drunk game of dare. No truths, just dares.

After the fifth drink you've shared with Zayne and your friends, Tara proposes a game of dares and even volunteers to be the first sucker. In no time at all you've managed to secure a booth, an empty wine bottle and copious more amounts of alcohol.

The six of you squeeze into the booth and Tara spins the bottle. It lands on you, and a wide grins stretching across your face. Tara nearly backs down at your catty look before she tosses back another shot to steal her nerves and tells you to do your worst.

You scan the bar quickly and find a suitable target. "It just so happens that most of your Unicorns teammates are also here. "Tara I dare you to go dance with him." You say gesturing with your head towards the guy that Tara had been having a mutual crush on with for weeks. "But!" She starts to protest, cheeks turning scarlet (an impressive feat, considering how red they already were) "No buts, except yours walking over to dance with your Mr. Hot Stuff!" You say pushing her out of the booth and in his direction.

A few spins later and you realize you've gathered a bit of a crowd. In the back of your mind you notice that Tara had failed to return. Another member of your team had only too happily taken her. The game has gotten kind of side railed.

One of your friends elbows you and discreetly points in someone's direction. "Look! She says physically turning your head to see a girl just walking into the bar. She's wearing THAT kind of dress. The turtle neck, sleeves, backless waaaay to short kind. A wicked look enters her eyes and she wags her brows.

"Oh Dr. Zayne!" She calls in a sing song voice gaining his attention. His face is red and he is far more relaxed than you've ever seen him in public. "Would you ever let your dear finacee were that kind if dress?" She asks innocently gesturing to the girl. He only looks for a second. "No." His reply is stiff and a frown is between his brows. She smiles wickedly.

"No matter how much she looked good in it?" She asks egging him on. "Absolutely not." He is shaking his head. "Oh is that so? What if YOU were wearing it first?" She says her grin is devilish. "Why would I wear a dress?!?" He asks Incredulously eyebrow raised.

"I dare you to wear it." She says pressing on. "Wha...?? No!" He argues back. "Fine then I dare you to let your finacee wear it." She says a winning look on her face.

"I Challenge you!" You say grabbing a deck of cards and dealing them out. "Loser wears the dress!" You exclaim to the cheering of your group as you deal the hand for black jack.

Had you been sober you would have been so mortified at your behavior and the fact that you wanted to see your finace wear a very short, very revealing dress. Normally Zayne was very good at cards. He had the best poker face and you could never read him. Normally the pair of you weren't three sheets to the wind and liquored out as you both were.

"Oh gods, you groan finally remembering the card game and how you had very obviously cheated your way to victory and someone had produced the dress.

The pair of you had shoved Zayne into the bathroom to change clothes and you'd gotten a piece of poster board and then written your declaration for him to hold.

Then everyone had gathered around and you'd had the bartender take the picture.

"I'll swear of any more than a glass or two." You promised him, as Zayne came back into the room holding a glass of cool water and some pain killers. Thankfully he was wearing normal clothes. He was now dresses in a dark grey shirt and a pair of dark blue pajama pants.

He set the glass on the bedside table and carefully helped you off the floor and into a sitting position. "Take this". He said handing you the pills and then the water.

"My friends are evil." You say swallowing the pills

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[fayfaygoes]

I remembered how freaking Pouty he looks when you poke his back😭

Cutie patootie tootie matootie lemme smooch you mwahmwahmwahhh

[purrassicjet]

I really want to know what's happening back at the Kei Lumenura Camp. We know that something's happening to Lydia's gem, but what's happening to Jawbone? Did the full moon change for everybody, and so is Jawbone rampaging as well?

[zaynes-left-chesticle]

We have the usual snarky/rational Sylus, attempt-to slide-in-your-DM Xai, protective/caring Zayne, a clearly jealous Tara...

And then theres Rafayel, 4 glasses of wine in trying to flex on these m'fkrs 🤣

[lazarusrisingx]

okay the oneshot actually turned into the first chapter of yandere!dawnbreaker! zayne im not gonna lie (im drunk and i get really into weiting like this, sue me)

its also 9 google doc pages long on size 11 font so idk if ill need to post the chapter in mulriple parts pr not but hold on yall im posting it!!

i had to delete the beginning of it because im qay better at writing when im drunk and yall do NOT deserve rhe dog shit i wrote as the oneshot LMAO.

[softtaemu]

BOOMSHAKALAAAAAAAAA YES GAWD YES GAWDD

Winners stay winning i won the 50/50 SUCK IT

[rugichan]

"I'm already here. Can you please put away your spoon sword and pot lid shield?"

[chuluoyi]

zayne is such a fussy drunk 😭

[dawnbreakersgaze]

Me, side eying that Zayne card: like hell I'm blowing my pity for the myth on more eye porn

Me, remembering I'm a whore: oh... nvm

[lale-txt]

i would've loved zayne's card 64729x times more if he wasn't drunk

[st4rbwrry]

happy mf new year to meeeeee !