I have to ask this before I forget! So what is Na like drunk? Does Na even drink? Or if she accidentally drank alcohol would she be shy and super easily flustered? Or the type of drunk who will randomly start to get into things they wouldn't normally do? And how would Wukong and Macaque deal with it? Think that it's cute? Beyond exhausted and want a nap? Regret ever letting alcohol near Na?
omg I had to get this outta my brain when I got the time to doodle it out
Nà is definitely a social drinker! If there’s an event, she’ll join in on the fun (of course if she’s safe to do so) Though, this may not happen too often so it’s not common for her to get wasted.
I would think she’s the type to get super cuddly (kinda like how birds cuddle up next to each other) ((really getting all up in that chest fluff mhm mhm)) but would definitely be a wanderer (a runner on a bad day even) at one point she’s right by either of their sides and next moment she’s like half way out of the temple. It’s a case of trying to figure out where she’s wandered off to now. I would says it’s easier for Mac to find her because of his ears, so he would be the one to find her most of the time. Of course the responsible thing to do is have one of them be in charge of watching her but this girl can be so quiet when she makes her escapes.
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Be Cool
cw/tw: set in 2018, female reader, established relationship, fluff, slice of life, mentions of drinking and alcohol, gojo taking care of his gf who's had a bit too much to drink lol
wc: 583
It was one of those nights. Those laidback, happy nights when your friends gathered at your apartment to talk about their exploits from the week and drink to let the truth come out a little willingly.
On your fourth can of beer, the week's stories came out a bit more spontaneously than usual, followed by a drowsiness that made your head rock back and forth even as you sat perfectly still.
Better a sleepy drunk than a loud drunk, you always told yourself.
"You good, sweets?" Satoru asked you, bringing his shoulder down for you to lean onto easily. "Oh, I know you're drunk when I see it."
"Mm… not," you managed to drawl out. As you tried to reach for another can of chilled beer, Suguru pulled it right away from your fingers.
"Bedtime for the lady of the house," he joked. "Do you need help bringing her to your room, Satoru?"
"Nah, I can manage," came your boyfriend's sure response. He bent down and slung your arm over his shoulder as he helped you to your feet, your surroundings swaying as you tried to keep your eyes open.
"Watch her head, Gojo," Shoko reminded him, to which he replied with a quick, "Yup got it!"
"She's always been a lightweight," Nanami remarked as he took the beer you were supposed to claim as your own. Meanwhile, a small chuckle left Haibara's lips before he stuffed his mouth with more chips.
"You know what, why don't I just—" Satoru paused in your shared tracks before eventually deciding to carry you in his arms, lifting you off the floor effortlessly. "—carry you there to make things easier for us both?"
"S-Satoru! Wh—"
You could hear your friends' subdued laughter as you were carried further away from the living room, lulled to sleep once more by the sound of your boyfriend's gentle humming and the scent of his cologne on his pristine white shirt.
You were expecting him to throw you on your shared bed and leave you to sleep to get back to your friends, but he laid you down so tenderly, his hand warm on your back— over the cotton of your comfortable home clothes— and somewhat larger than you always thought.
"…All right, tucked in nicely like a cozy kitty in a plush pod," Satoru chuckled, his lips just as warm when he kissed your burning forehead.
"Toruuu?"
"Yeah, sweets?"
"I haven't brushed my… teef."
"Let's do that tomorrow morning, mmkay?"
"You might not kiss meee," you whined at him, earning you another of his low and hearty laughs. He couldn't possibly think of anything that would stop him from kissing you first thing in the morning, not even your deadly morning breath with an aftertaste of beer.
"I'll still kiss you, I promise."
"Can you kiss me now?"
"You know they'll tease us if I stay here any longer," Satoru said, brushing away the hair over your forehead before pressing down another kiss right there. "Besides… I gotta get more buzzed! That way, they'll clean up before we go to sleep."
His pale silhouette blurred as you tried to fight the doziness, but seeing as you were already half-asleep, you didn't want to hold him hostage any longer. You two were the hosts of this gathering, after all.
"Love you, Toru…"
Satoru's lips curled to a silly, lovestruck smile, something he'd definitely get teased for when he steps out of your shared room. "I love you too, you little drunk."
Author's Notes:
The love I have for this man... I will continue pushing my Gojo leading man in a shoujo story agenda lol.
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Eddie has known exactly what he was going to come home to ever since Buck texted him to say he was going out for some afternoon drinks with Hen—Karen visiting her parents with the kids for the weekend, Eddie covering a shift for Julie, and Chris being spoiled rotten by his visiting tias—but it still warms his heart when he finds Buck dozing on the couch, all curled up like a house cat in a perfect ray of sun.
See, Buck's a big guy and he's still young, so he can handle his alcohol. But day drinking makes Buck adorably sleepy. Golden retriever Buck transforms into a clinging, cuddly koala bear—minus the Chlamydia because that's something Eddie knows now, thanks Buck. And Eddie loves every version of Buck equally, but this might be one of his favourites.
Eddie drops his duffel at the door, toeing off his shoes before crossing to the couch. He perches on the arm of the chair and runs a hand through Buck's curls, product displaced by his impromptu nap. Buck blinks awake slowly and curls up tighter, pushing his face deeper into the couch cushion before his body relaxes. His eyes find Eddie in seconds, and Eddie lets the joy rush through him like his very own intoxicant.
"Hey, baby," Buck murmurs thickly, dragging the 'y' out for long enough that Eddie can't bite back his chuckle. "Good shift?"
"Good shift," Eddie replies with a smile. "Good day with Hen?"
"Good day with Hen," Buck parrots, nodding against the couch before a yawn cracks his jaw. "Missed you."
A surprisingly strong arm reaches up to wrap around his waist, and Buck pulls him down onto the couch in a move so agile Eddie can't help wondering if he and Hen were on virgin piña coladas. He huffs a small noise of shock as Buck rearranges himself to fit against Eddie's side, nuzzling his face into the crook of Eddie's neck.
"I missed you too, baby," Eddie laughs, reburying his hand in Buck's hair when he's settled. "You hungry?"
"Mm." Buck drops a handful of lazy kisses to his shoulder, tightening his hold on Eddie. "Lenny's burgers and a movie?"
"Buck." Eddie presses his chuckle to Buck's temple. "You wouldn't stay awake through an episode of The Good Place."
"'s not really about the movie though," Buck argues, endearingly petulant as his brow furrows in discontent. Eddie cranes his neck to press a kiss to the wrinkle of his skin, satisfied when it disappears under his lips. "It's about you."
"Me?" It's Eddie's turn to frown then, barely able to follow Buck's mind on the best of days, unable to follow drunk Buck's erratic train of thought through all of its many, many stops.
"Like movie night." Buck yawns again, pressung it into Eddie's skin. "Was never about the movie. Was always about you and Chris."
"Oh." Eddie blinks, eyes stinging suddenly.
When Buck had shown up on his doorstep three nights after he and Marisol fizzled out to tell him that he'd broken up with Natalia, Eddie never thought Buck would be able to shock him more than that. Then Buck had told him he was in love, in love with Eddie of all people, and Eddie knew nothing would ever blindside him quite so brilliantly as that. But this is Evan Buckley. Evan Buckley who can say something so simple, yet so mindbogglingly romantic and loving even drunk and half-asleep. Eddie should know better by now.
"I love you," Eddie whispers. His only answer is a soft, snuffling snore. "Alright, cowboy." He laughs, scratching at Buck's scalp to hear his purring snore. "Guess I'm ordering our food then."
And Eddie can't wait to spend the rest of his life watching movies, even if Buck sleeps through them all.
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