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shebunie · 5 months

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What if reader had a little too much sake and Mizu has to take care of them and reader goes on a tangent about how beautiful they are and how much they love her. It’s silly but I think it can be so sweet to see mizu loved like that!

𝐒𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

𝗠𝗶𝘇𝘂 𝘅 𝗗𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗸!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝗺𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗮𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗵𝗼𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗶𝘁- 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟵𝟯𝟳 𝐀/𝐍: 𝗜 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘂𝗹𝗴𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗰𝘂𝘇 𝗜'𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗯𝗮𝗱

“y’know wha- i’ve alway thought you were th’prettiest person around.” you slurred. Mizu raised a skeptical eyebrow, a rare crack in her usual stoic demeanour. The dimly lit room seemed to shimmer a bit as the effects of the sake intensified for you. With an awkward stumble, you attempted to express your admiration more coherently.

Mizu couldn't deny the warmth that blossomed in her chest, touched by your tipsy admiration. “You're like a beautiful flower. A flower in a world of... water,” you stumbled over your words, your enthusiasm evident despite the alcohol-induced haze.

"Eyes, like a calm lake under the moonlight, dark hair, like the night sky. A masterpiece, Mizu," you declared with a tipsy grin.

Mizu sighed, torn between irritation and a subtle hint of amusement. She found herself caught in a situation she never anticipated – nursing a drunk companion who seemed determined to shower her with affection. As you continued your heartfelt monologue, she couldn't help but notice the sincerity behind your words.

"I never knew you had a poetic side," Mizu remarked, her eyes softening just a fraction. "But you need to sober up. That’s enough for tonight.”

Undeterred, you clumsily reached out, attempting to cup her face with unsteady hands. "No, no, stay with me please."

Mizu's stony facade wavered for a moment as she gently pushed your hands away. "You're not in your right mind. Drink some water," she suggested, trying to redirect the conversation.

But you persisted, your intoxicated enthusiasm unwavering. "Water won't change how I feel about you." Mizu, accustomed to being the strong and silent type, found herself caught off guard by your declarations. She guided you towards a glass of water, a subtle rosiness tinted her normally composed expression.

As you rambled on about love and beauty, Mizu discovered that even the most stone-cold hearts could be stirred by unexpected warmth. Between your slurred words and giggles, she discovered a deeper connection, one that went beyond the usual interactions.

The first light of dawn painted the room in soft hues, Mizu settled you into a makeshift bed, tucking you in with a care that contradicted her usual tough exterior. "Sleep it off. We can talk about this when you're sober," Mizu whispered, her fingers brushing through your hair.

The vulnerability at that moment was a shared secret, a bridge between two souls who had unexpectedly found solace amid intoxication. Eventually, as the effects of the alcohol began to wear off, you drifted into a peaceful slumber, leaving Mizu to reflect on the whimsical and endearing moments of the night.

Sitting beside your peacefully sleeping form, Mizu's eyes traced the details of your flushed face. She found herself captivated by the vulnerability in your slumber, the chaotic charm that had surfaced in your intoxicated state. For a moment, her stoic demeanour wavered as a faint smile played on her lips.

Gazing down at your exposed shoulder, Mizu felt a strange mix of emotions. She raised an arm to adjust your clothing to keep your decency. Until a hand grasped hers, Mizu froze, your fingers gently closed around hers. The warmth of your touch sent a subtle shiver down her spine, and for a moment, she hesitated. Her stoic façade wavered as she met your gaze, searching for any sign that your mumbled words held a deeper meaning.

A soft smile played on your lips as you stirred, your eyes half-lidded and filled with a mixture of vulnerability and sincerity. "I love you so much, you'll stay with me right?" you repeated, the question carrying an unexpected weight.

Mizu's blue eyes, usually as serene as a still pond, betrayed a flicker of uncertainty. She considered the unspoken implications of your words, the subtle shift in the air that seemed to hold the promise of something more intimate.

A moment of silence lingered between you, the room bathed in the soft hues of dawn. Then, Mizu nodded, her fingers gently intertwining with yours. "I'll stay," she replied, her voice a whispered assurance that held a depth beyond the surface.

As you settled back into a peaceful slumber, Mizu remained seated by your side. The room, once filled with the remnants of drunken revelry, now transformed into a sanctuary of quiet intimacy. The dawn light painted soft patterns on the walls, casting a warm glow on both of you.

Mizu found herself studying the contours of your face with a newfound tenderness. The lines that had surfaced in your sleep added a layer of authenticity to the moment. It was as if the sake-induced confessions had paved the way for a connection that transcended the usual boundaries.

Unspoken emotions lingered in the air, and Mizu couldn't help but acknowledge the subtle shift in the dynamic. The touch of your hand had breached the walls she had carefully erected, inviting a closeness that went beyond the camaraderie.

In the quiet intimacy of that morning, Mizu realized that sometimes, unexpected moments held the power to rewrite the scripts of our lives. As the sun rose higher in the sky, casting a warm embrace over the room, Mizu committed herself to staying by your side, not just in the aftermath of a drunk night but in the unfolding chapters of a story that seemed destined to be written in shared glances, whispered words, and the gentle entwining of fingers.

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hrefna-the-raven · 7 months

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Hope in hell

Masterlist - BG3 masterlist

Part 1 - Drunken minds speak sober hearts

Words: 2138

Warnings: smut (18+)

Summary: The dreaded morning after ;)

Raphael let out a groan, his head pounding like a piece of metal relentlessly being hammered into shape by the most skilled dwarven blacksmiths, the constant painful throbbing clouding his memories, making it difficult to piece together the events of last night, despising how he felt like a common mortal after a night's out. He attempted to sit up but froze as he felt something soft resting on his chest, accompanied by a comforting warmth. Taking a deep breath, he glanced down and let out a sigh, his heart suddenly feeling heavy. Haarlep must have slept with you, assumed your form and then... his eyes shot wide open and he muttered a curse under his breath as fragments of the previous night's memories flickered through his mind.

That damned incubus got him drunk and then you showed up and... His hands delicately traced the contours of your slumbering figure. It was truly you, his beloved little mouse, curled up against his chest. His heart raced, a twinge of pain accompanying the rapid beats, as he pondered how to proceed. What clever remark would he throw at you once you woke up? Would he even need one? Would you recoil and attempt to flee from the sight of the devil beneath you? He didn't get enough time to find an answer to all his questions as you slowly stirred awake, your eyes were still closed as you lazily stretched and your hips accidentally brushed against his growing arousal.

A deep growl rumbled in his chest, causing you to quickly raise your head and look at him, eyes wide with surprise. A thousand thoughts raced through your mind, swirling in chaotic circles, expecting to be scolded, pushed away, or even punished. But to your astonishment, nothing happened. You still remained lying there, on top of him, silently gazing into each other's eyes, both afraid that any spoken word might shatter the peaceful and loving moment you were sharing. But the silence grew heavy and a sense of unease slowly crawled up your spine, threatening to consume both your thoughts and body. It was unusual to witness Raphael in such a state of quietude, after all that happened, it didn't sit right with you that he was so calm, devoid of any movement or speech. It almost seemed as if Haarlep had managed to shatter him completely, that one evening of unfiltered truth had stripped away every trace of his self-centered arrogance, leaving him exposed and vulnerable before you. You were the first to ever glimpse at the raw essence of Raphael's entire being and, despite your constant cat and mouse game, you felt no desire to exploit it; on the contrary, you cherished this side of him, the devil laid bare, and at this very moment, you yearned to love him more than ever.

"About last night-"

"I feel the same!", you interjected, cutting off Raphael mid-sentence, "but if you..."

Any further words you were about to utter were engulfed by a provocative moan as you sensed his growing arousal pressed firmly against your hips the moment you attempted to readjust your position. Raphael's eyes fluttered shut, his mouth hanging open, unable to withstand the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that washed over him.

"To hell with this, I want you!", the words escaped your lips almost simultaneously, filled with an urgent longing.

Raphael snapped his fingers, and in an instant, both yours and his clothes disappeared. He pulled you towards him so swiftly that you had to clutch onto his horns to prevent yourself from toppling over. As his mouth met your dripping folds, you couldn't help but whimper. It was at this moment that you realised how much of the Raphael you came to know was still present. The damned devil teased you with the anticipation of his hot tongue caressing your arousal but you simply wouldn't have it, not now. You lowered your hips, grinding gently against his face, yearning for any kind of friction. His claws dug into the tender flesh of your thighs, firmly keeping you in place.

"My little mouse", the devil chuckled, "so eager to be eaten."

With a tantalising slowness, he dragged his tongue through the delicate contours of your folds, briefly encircling your clit before sucking on it with an insatiable hunger. The air was filled with the intoxicating symphony of your sinful moans and your grip around his horns instinctively tightened. This was a desire that had consumed your thoughts for countless nights, the fantasy of being pleasured by your very own devil. And now, as it finally became a reality, you couldn't hold anything back. The intensity of your climax approached rapidly and just as you were about to reach its peak, his licks ceased. Frustration welled up within you, ready to protest, but then he pressed his tongue flat against your throbbing clit while simultaneously thrust two of his large fingers deep inside you. The rhythmic pumping intensified, driving you towards the edge once more. Within mere moments, your inner walls clenched around his fingers and you experienced a mind-shattering orgasm, screaming his name in ecstasy.

With an unexpected tenderness, he released his grip on your hips and gently cradled you in his arms, carefully laying you down on the bed beside him. His face turned towards you, his eyes filled with love as he gazed upon your blissful expression. As soon your eyes met his, he understood that there would be no turning back anymore, he was in love with this fragile mortal and he would curse himself to an eternity of anguish if he'd deny himself the bliss of your love. The hells and all its devils be damned, he would see that you'd remain at his side for as long as you'd live.

"You now know about my best kept secret", he whispered, as if afraid that any disruption would shatter the fragile balance, "and rest assured my feelings for you will not easily waver. However this is hell and I'm not just any devil but the son of Mephistopheles, I, I can't", he faltered, uncertain of how to proceed as it felt wrong, for the first time in his existence, to utter those words.

"You can't show weakness to others, you can't show your love to me", you offered, the pain your voice obvious.

You turned your eyes away, unable to bear the increasing sorrow, but his hands swiftly moved to cradle your face, redirecting your focus back to him.

"If you're willing to stay by my side despite the laws of the nine hells working against us, I will vow my love to you within my House of Hope for as often as you desire it and I promise you that beyond these walls, I will always treat you with utmost respect and defend your honour, for you will be the lady of this house", he paused briefly, attempting to discern your reaction before continuing, "if you'd be willing."

His words left you in astonishment as you blinked. Did he truly express his desire to commit to you, vowing to cherish and safeguard you? It was a proposal you should have considered longer before answering, yet your body instinctively reacted before your mind could fully comprehend the situation. You crawled towards him, pushing him down on his back as you straddled him, gently, to not hurt his wings before you leaned down, capturing his lips in a fervent embrace. Raphael moaned your name as he felt you positioning his hardening member at your entrance, sinking down on him just enough for the tip to enter. His hands found your hips, holding you in place momentarily as he broke the kiss.

"What are you doing?"

"We're not done until we both had our fair share of pleasure", you breathed as you sank down on him, swallowing a moan, "besides shouldn't the lady of the house keep her man satisfied?"

Raphael's smile widened as he guided your motions, starting off slowly and then picking up speed. Feral growls escaped his lips as he he could feel himself approaching the peak of his own pleasure fast. He had been intimate with many throughout the decades, including Haarlep, a being existing ultimately to provide pleasure, but there was something special about you. The closeness, the shared emotions, the intimacy - all of his previous encounters paled in comparison to the connection he felt with you in this very moment. But you felt just as good, riding a devil, having his cock buried deep down inside you, filling you up perfectly while hitting that sweet spot over and over again, transforming this sinful act into something heavenly. The feeling of pure bliss cursed through your whole body as you moved your hips in a perfect rhythm, the heated embrace of desire and lust unleashed as both of toppled over the edge. In this moment of tenderness and passion, it was clear that your connection went beyond physical pleasure. It was a union of souls, an experience that transcended mere satisfaction.

"Raphael", you moaned loudly as your walls clenched around his cock, feeling it twitched as his seed spilled inside you.

Both of you panted heavily, a contented smile playing at the edges of your lips as the devil sat up, his arms wrapping around you to pull you into a tight embrace.

"I love you", he whispered tenderly, chuckling as you hummed your consent, too spent to utter a word.

"Oh my, what a perfectly delicious sight", a familiar voice chuckled, drawing nearer.

Your eyes snapped open and you blinked in disbelief as you spotted Astarion standing in the boudoir, bearing a smug grin as he observed the two of you with obvious amusement.

"Astarion?!", you shrieked, scrambling off Raphael, hastily covering your exposed form with the silk blanket to hide both your nakedness and your embarrassment from your companion. The vampire merely chuckled, his gaze shifting between you and the devil.

"Guess again, little mouse", the pale elf playfully teased, giving you a sly wink, his crimson eyes glowing up for just a second, "it seems my plan worked rather well."

Before you had a chance to fully comprehend who was standing before you, Raphael, still unclothed, swiftly leapt out of bed and lunged towards the elf. His fingers clenched tightly around Haarlep's throat, exerting a dangerous pressure. You wanted to scream, to implore Raphael to stop, but Haarlep calmly transformed into his master's form, causing Raphael to immediately release his grip on the incubus' throat.

"You wretched creature!", Raphael spat, "you poisoned me! Do NOT forget your place in this house, slave!"

Instinctively, you retreated further onto the bed, clutching the blanket tightly as sudden fear surged through you. You had witnessed many facets of Raphael's personality, but this seething rage terrified you beyond measure, especially coming from the same being who had cradled you tenderly just moments before but a part of you also understood his anger.

"You misunderstood, my dear master, my intent was never to poison you. I simply intended to", the incubus gestured towards you, "enhance your chances with your favourite misadventurer, all in your best interest I assure you."

Raphael was fuming, wishing he could obliterate Haarlep into countless fragments. However, he recognised that he couldn't afford to destroy such a gift from his father, at least not yet, and deep down Raphael knew that the incubus was right, without his involvement, last night and this morning wouldn't have unfolded so magnificently. Haarlep, of course, fully grasped the advantage he currently held over his master and decided to push his luck even further, knowing that such a perfect opportunity would not present itself again in the near future.

"If you'll excuse me", he hummed while transforming back to Astarion's form, "I have to get back to my new, rather passionate, lover. It's quite nice to be in the receiving end for once."

He gave you a sly wink and blew a quick kiss your way before disappearing once again, leaving you alone with the annoyed devil.

Rising to your feet, you cautiously approached Raphael, still wrapped in the warmth of a blanket. Your fingertips lightly traced along the edges of his magnificent wings as you circled around him.

"Why not free the incubus from his duties?", you suggested, tugging at his hand and bringing it up to your lips, planting kisses along the inside of his arm, "no more Haarlep means no father watching your every move."

Raphael chuckled, pulling you close and lifting you effortlessly in one swift motion.

"Well, well, my little mouse," he whispered, planting a sweet peck on your lips, "not only are you full of delightful surprises, but it also seems that I couldn't have asked for a more perfect lady of my House of Hope."

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hyunniesgirl · 6 months

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Ok but #17 on the drunk confessions list with Jisung would be so cute.

I think bf! Han would be such a cutie while drunk, showering you with affection and being needy.

Prompt 17: "I’m not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?" "You’re not doing anything." "But… I sent you my love. Did you… did you not get it?"

It's 2 a.m. and you're out with your friends celebrating their latest award, they worked so hard and you're really happy for them. You sacrificed your drinks so the guys could drink as much as they wanted tonight and after getting them wasted, you left them in the dorms, walking through the dark streets close to your house with Jisung by your side.

He's coming to sleep with you tonight. After years of friendship, you found out you two liked each other and you have been dating for two months now. You watch him trying to walk in a straight line and make sure he's okay.

"Let's buy a car", Jisung says suddenly, making you look at him with a frown.

"You already have a car", you point out.

"Another car", he says, stumbling and almost falling face first on the floor.

"What's wrong with your car?" You grab his arm, holding him so he have some support while walking.

"Where is it?", he asks, "the car"

"We left it at the dorms, we are almost at my apartment"

"Woah, I should have driven you to your house", he pouts. "I'm a bad boyfriend"

"You're drunk, you're not supposed to drive", you say, chuckling to his drunk talk.

"Hmph", he crosses his arms, "I’m not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?" He asks, staring at you intently, squeezing his eyes tightly for a whole minute.

"You’re not doing anything", you laugh.

"But… I sent you my love. Did you… did you not get it?" He pouts, grabbing your hand and holding it close to his mouth, pressing a kiss in the back.

"I think I missed it, maybe you'll have to give it to me more energetically"

"Babe, don't play with me", he whines, "I'm sorry it took me so long to tell you how much I love you"

"It's okay", you pull him towards the door of your building. "We are dating now so you have to give me a lot of love to make up for the lost time"

He nods, frantically.

"Yes, I'll make sure to shower you with all my love"

After giving him some honey water and helping him get ready for bed, you feel warm and happy, watching Jisung sleeping by your side. His arms are wrapped around you, his head is rested against your shoulder and you're just happy to have him with you.

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eddiebabygirldiaz · 3 months

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hi hello for drunken love confessions prompts 16 "This is not a dream, I think. In my dreams we're usually kissing." if anything comes to yooou 💘💘💘

hiii my love thank you SO much for this prompt, it brought me joy when i really needed it, and im sorry it took me so long asdfghjkl

drunk love confessions prompts : "This is not a dream, I think. In my dreams we’re usually kissing."

you fill my head with you | 22K | buddie drunk love confession | ao3

And then everything winded down, their friends decided to turn in and head home. Him and Eddie were the last to leave, and he–

He stumbled out of the bar right beside Eddie. He–Oh god, he threw himself all over Eddie. He flirted. He–he told Eddie that–

Buck’s hand stills, the toothbrush lying on his tongue with dead weight, uncomfortable and somewhat annoying, but Buck can’t even think about that because he fucking told Eddie that he dreams about them kissing.

What the fuck?

What the actual, horrible, unholy fuck?

Buck has to leave.

He needs to find a deep, dark hole to climb inside. Bury himself so that he can never come out.

He told Eddie he dreams about them kissing.

He can never see Eddie again for as long as he lives and that’s such a terrifying, heartbreaking, impossible thought, but that’s the way it has to be.

or, a night of drinking leads to buck confessing his feelings to eddie and they are both very stupid about it

read on ao3

#buddie #buddie fic #drunk confessions #drunk confession fic #eddie diaz #evan buck buckley #buck x eddie #911 #911 abc #911 fic #ryan writes #fic: you fill my head with you #nina tag #rated m mostly for buck's thoughts asdfghjkl

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trappezoider · 4 months

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Dampness cooled the skin of Ominis' neck. He grazed the underside of Sebastian's eye with his thumb and found more moisture there. They hadn't gotten far from Hogsmeade – Ominis could tell by the layout his wand revealed to him. With the exception of someone spewing out their drinks a couple of blocks down into the town, there were hardly any people around. So, Ominis did what he had wanted to do for a long time, for the past six years, in fact. He turned his head, meeting the tip of his nose with Sebastian's, arched himself to the side and finally, at last, he kissed him.

#sebinis #hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #ominis x sebastian #sebastian x ominis #gauntlow #harry potter #ominis #sebastian #drunk confessions #fanfiction

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aziraphales-library · 7 months

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hello! i was wondering if you could help me find some fics where aziraphale and crowley get drunk together and maybe realize some things about each other. not looking for anything specific, just that. thank u so much!!!!

Hey! We have some drunken fics here. And I've got a few more for you now...

I want to hold your hand (I think you'll understand) by victoridiaz (T)

“You’ll like this one.” Said Crowley, already pulling out one of the records. “It’s culture, Angel. You’ve got to get your head out of the eighteenth century.” What the hell, thought Aziraphale. He was feeling a bit adventurous tonight. He let Crowley man the record player. Aziraphale wasn’t very good with it anyway. - Crowley and Aziraphale get very drunk one night and Crowley decides to introduce the angel to a band he really should have heard of by now.

one late night (and another, and another) by gomensgay (G)

One night, after far more alcohol than was typically advisable, Aziraphale lets slip something he never meant to say. Something that, somehow, Crowley has heard before.

Human Affection by Lady of Prompts (G)

One night over drinks, Crowley makes an assertion about humans and kissing. After all, he *knows* these things, right? But Aziraphale refuses to believe him, and there's only one way to prove his point. Or, possibly, two idiots who are drunk and silly and very comfortable with each other having a very silly argument. Written for the Kisses_Bingo event, prompt: Behind the Knee Kiss -- Aziraphale’s hand was resting right there. Grinning, Crowley snatched it up and kissed the back of it. Well. Nearly. Thumb is technically part of the hand. “Crowley!” The angel jerked his hand free. “What’s that s’posed to prove?” “You din’ like it?”

Uncontrollable by Mizmak (G)

Will the kiss a drunken Aziraphale plants on Crowley's lips be an act he regrets when sober?

They have hands, but cannot feel by Augenblickgotter (M)

Aziraphale and Crowley have skated around each other, literally barely touching, and quietly longing. They've even had close calls and almost let potential feelings slip out. After averting the Armageddon, Aziraphale feels there's no time like now to confess how he feels. Does Crowley feel the same, or has he been toying with him all these years? Lots of yearning, drunk confession, pining, soul bearing and revealing and mild sexual situations.

That's Not Funny by cyankelpie (G)

Aziraphale has never sensed even a shred of love from Crowley, which is perfectly alright. It isn't Crowley's fault demons can't love. But then Crowley makes what must be a cruel joke at his expense, and Aziraphale can't control his emotions as well while drunk. Luckily, he doesn't remember the confession in the morning. Crowley doesn't see why the angel was so upset over something he probably knew all along, but he'll make sure it stays forgotten.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #drunk confessions #drinking #alcohol #short fic #mod d

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mairaiscarrierofthepaperclips · 7 months

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*drunk off their collective asses*

Chim: Eddie! Buck likes you!

Buck: Chim! You said you wouldn't tell!

Eddie: Baby, we're already mar-

Buck: Backstabber! I'm gonna tell Maddie you like her!

Chim: *gasps*

Buck: MADS! CHIM HAS A CRUSH ON YOU!

Maddie, holding baby Jee Yun: Gee, I would never have guessed.

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rose-lunaire · 7 months

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Headcannons request for Hannibal and Bedelia with their s/o being drunk after their date 😛

lately i’m spoiling the bedelia stans and i’m not complaining, give the girl some love! thanks for the request and have a wonderful day hun! send requests guys, my asks are always open!

pairing: hannibal lecter x gn!reader, bedelia du maurier x gn!reader

warnings: substance abuse, yandere behaviour, manipulation

hannibal lecter

you were just so adorable in this drunken state, so susceptible, so vulnerable and utterly cute

he kept talking to you the whole time, slowly putting feelings of exhaustion and danger into your little head

it was you who proposed to come over to hannibal’s

practically skipping down the road, you were overjoyed to be spending more time with the man

he perfectly knew how to get you drunk, what was your favourite drink and how you liked it served

as he poured you another glass, your most intimate flowed steadily like a river, filling his home with the dreamy sound of your voice

your tired limbs sprawled on the couch, parted lips and scattered thoughts, for hannibal it was the ultimate proof of love: unyielding trust

he gets off to the way your soul reacts to every word he speaks

you’re just so pure and vulnerable when you’re drunk, it makes him go feral

you’re his and only his, even if you don’t know it yet

your mind is definitely in his hands and it’s just a matter of time before your heart is too

bedelia du maurier

her first instinct was to get you home, but the way you laughed, it was too good to stop this date now

your eyes were glossy from laughing uncontrollably, body limp from the many times you’ve cried this evening

it was beautiful, raw, so truthful almost unreal

she barely spoke as you opened your heart to her, soaking in the feeling

her life revolved around secrets, mind games and elaborate schemes, and there were you

purely existing, fully immersed in your emotional world, not a worry in your gleaming eyes

it was the moment when bedelia realised she was in love with you

“what?” your voice sounded so foreign, as she unconsciously confessed her feelings

“i said i love you too, sweetheart”

you blushed furiously, your breath became unsteady with the amount of words you were blurting out

it was so adorable she couldn’t take it anymore

bedelia kissed you, intensely and passionately, like she never wanted to let you go

it was only when your breathing slowed that she pulled away

so helpless and barely aware of what’s happening to you, she pulls you into a tight embrace

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ivrousae · 5 months

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✦ Drunk Mind, Sober Words

Hanbin’s drunk confession

- Genre: confession, fluff

- Pairings: hanbin x gn!reader

- Warnings: mentions of alcohol, drunk hanbin

- Word count: 295

One night, under the shimmering city lights,

Hanbin found himself at a lively gathering with friends. As the laughter and chatter echoed around him, he couldn't shake the nervous energy that had been building within him. The reason? You, the person he'd harbored feelings for.

As the evening progressed, Hanbin's inhibitions faded with each sip of the alcohol. When the time finally came to express what he had kept hidden for so long, he found himself standing in front of You, his words slightly slurred but his sincerity shining through.

"Y/n," he began, a boldness fueled by the liquid courage, "there's something I've been wanting to tell you” he hesitated “go on” you looked at him curiously “well I..you know I just really, really like you." he chuckled, his eyes forming a curved shape while his dimples became visible to your eyesight.

You were surprised by the unexpected confession, so you looked at Hanbin with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. The honesty in his eyes, despite the influence of alcohol, struck a chord within you.

Hanbin, now a blend of nerves and determination, continued, "I know this might be a bit out of the blue, but I couldn't keep it to myself any longer. You're amazing, and I can't help but imagine what it'd be like if we were more than just friends." he said, his words barely understood as he spoke out intoxicated by all the liquid he’ve consumed.

You were touched by Hanbin's vulnerability, you replied gently, "Hanbin, thank you for being honest. Let's talk about this when you're feeling a bit more like yourself, yeah?"

The night carried on, filled with laughter and shared glances between Hanbin and You. Despite the liquid courage, Hanbin's genuine confession opened a door to a conversation you both knew you needed to have, sober and sincere.

#zb1 imagines #zerobaseone #zb1 scenarios #zb1 #zb1 fluff #zb1 x reader #boyfriend #zb1 sung hanbin #hanbin zb1 #zb1 hanbin #sung hanbin fluff #drunk confessions

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that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction · 2 months

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Inspired by Wish You Were Sober by Conan Grey. I heard the song while I was reading Merthur and got inspired, but this has been sat in a folder of unfinished drafts for a while so do with that what you will.

— Summary —

Two months after Merlin starts working for Arthur, Arthur gets drunk at a feast and Merlin has to take him to bed. Just before this, Arthur dragged Merlin into bed saying it was cold. Merlin offered to light the fire but Arthur held onto him and said no to the fire. Nothing happened, Arthur just wanted a hug, but he’s drunk and Merlin is hesitant to cross boundaries. He agrees at first because “it’s just a hug and Arthur must just be clingy when drunk.” After a few minutes of quiet, this happens.

(Shortened version, I took out a lot to keep it relatively spoiler free if I decide to finish this)

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He must’ve been too quiet because Merlin felt Arthur lean into his hair, nose nuzzling into the curls at the crown of his head.

“I think I’m falling in love with you,” Arthur said, his voice barely above a whisper in the empty room.

Merlin startled and ached at the confession. It could never be, and they both knew it.

“You’re drunk, Arthur.” Merlin told him, more sternly than the teasing remarks he’d made earlier, pulling away.

Arthur let him go. Let Merlin break free from him and take a few steps back.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, the sound cut through Merlin like a spear to hear such resignation from the prince.

It made Merlin pause, a short distance away from the bed.

“It’s fine, what are friends for?” Merlin said, a false happiness forced to mask the ache in his chest.

Arthur wilted, but it was fine. It couldn’t be. Not while he had such a treasonous thing as magic to keep secret. Not while Uther was on the throne.

Not when Arthur was too drunk to hold himself upright, much less know what he was saying. Merlin could never take advantage of that. Even staying to simply sleep, it was more selfish than he could afford to be.

Merlin moved forward, brushing aside the blonde hair that fell into Arthur’s eyes. The prince watched him intently, “Go to sleep,” he muttered, “Sleep off the wine,”

Arthur’s eyes fluttered shut, “I’m sorry,” he whispered again, “Please don’t leave,”

“Never.” Merlin swore, Arthur opened his eyes hopefully. Merlin hesitated before sitting down on the edge of the bed not quite close enough to be pressed to Arthur’s side, “Don’t think I’ll scare so easily, Arthur.” He ran his fingers through blonde hair soothingly, “prat or not, you’re my friend. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

“Stay?” He asked hopefully, sounding so soft and more vulnerable than he’d ever seen of the man.

“Get some sleep.” Merlin told him, still met with hopeful eyes he couldn’t lie to. “I’ll be here when you wake up.” He said instead. Lying by omission once again and ignoring the dull ache in his chest.

Arthur nodded and closed his eyes again with a private smile on his lips. Merlin ached as he pulled himself away.

A quick glance over his shoulder as he stood in the doorway told him Arthur had fallen to sleep.

“Goodnight Prat,” he whispered into the room, before he slipped out and made for Gaius’ chambers.

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Thoughts? Should I finish this?

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queenofwafflesstuff · 8 months

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Jude: fuck the royalty🔪

Cardan(drunk af): please do 😏

#the cruel prince #the wicked king #queen of nothing #holly black #elfhame #the folk of the air #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #i love you #hot as fuck #fuck #what the fuck #royalty #drunk #drunk confessions #jude x cardan #high king cardan

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hrefna-the-raven · 7 months

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Drunken minds speak sober hearts

Masterlist - BG3 masterlist

Part 2 - Hope in hell

Words: 1258

Warnings: drunkenness, drunk confessions

Summary: It shocked you to see the usually eloquent and reserved devil in such a state, you would almost think that he's...."Is he...drunk?", you asked....

You swiftly positioned the objects on the hastily sketched summoning circle, your drowsy eyes still longing for sleep. It was the dead of night, and you had been immersed in blissful dreams before they were abruptly interrupted by the arrival of a certain incubus. Usually I'd tease you just for my amusement but you need to come to House of Hope. Now. It's about the master. Hurry up little mouse. Haarlep's words echoed relentlessly in your thoughts. He lacked his usual playfulness which worried you. What was happening with Raphael and why in the nine hells would the incubus reach out to you for help? Placing the final object onto the circle, you stepped into the radiant glow that materialised before you.

You ran through the corridors of the House of Hope, rushing towards the boudoir, the only room where the incubus always lingered. Just as you passed around the last corner, you witnessed a bottle flying out of the doorway of the boudoir, crashing onto the ground and shattering into countless pieces, accompanied by an angry, slurred, yet familiar, voice. Cautiously you entered the room and gasped at the scene unfolding before you. Haarlep was casually leaning against the wall, a self-satisfied grin playing on his lips. Further inside, Raphael was seated on the floor, dressed in only a pair of thin black pants, his back resting against a nearby pillar next to a small pool. His hair was dishevelled, his fiery orange eyes clouded, and his hand moved erratically through the air as he mumbled something unintelligible to you.

"What happened?", you looked at Haarlep who was still smirking.

"Well I think it would better if my esteemed master tells you everything himself, little mouse", he chuckled, proceeding towards the devil with you following close behind..

The moment Raphael laid eyes on you, his hazy expression turned into one of shock. He attempted to get up, but his hands slipped clumsily from the pillars he was using as support. His tall cambion body then slumped back onto the ground, and a pained groan escaped his lips.

"How issit possible you can look like 'er?!", the devil slurred loudly, "'s'only...it's...you contemptuous creature!", he snarled, struggling to lift himself from the ground once again, "h-how did you? You have slept with her! My li-little pr-precious mouse!"

Haarlep chuckled at Raphael's second attempt to stand up, then lifted his master's stumbling form onto his shoulders and began walking towards the back of the room. It shocked you to see the usually eloquent and reserved devil in such a state, you would almost think that he's....

"Is he...drunk?", you asked the incubus, prompting a hearty laugh from him.

"Well of course, little mouse", Haarlep responded with a hint of amusement, "I added a little something to his drinks tonight so, for once in his miserable life, he'd be rather unrestrained and truthful instead of his usual insufferable self."

"But why?", you exclaimed, the question bursting out of you, "and why summon me here?"

Raphael's eyes snapped up at the sound of your voice. He raised his head and his hand gently cupped your cheek.

"You look and sound so so so real", he slurred, his words interrupted by a hiccup, "I wish she was here, I-I mmmiss her."

Raphael's hand slipped away from your face as Haarlep continued walking. He tossed the devil onto the bed and turned to face you, gripping your chin and tilting your face upward.

"We used to delve into the depths of carnal pleasure, admittedly only onesided pleasure but still...and then you came along and he won't shut up about you. I can't fathom how you managed to capture the attention and affection of this self-centered devil, but here we are. Now, my dear, seize this opportunity while I go and find genuine pleasure elsewhere", he tapped your head gently, "oh and by the way, you're welcome."

The incubus gave you a sly wink before disappearing into thin air, leaving you alone, in hell, with an utterly shitfaced Raphael.

You felt a clawed hand tug at you and when you turned around you saw Raphael sitting up on the bed, his expression carried an unusual gentleness that caught you off guard. In a gasp, you found yourself being pulled closer to him, your bodies pressed together as he allowed himself to fall back onto the bed, with your delicate form resting on top of his. Your heart raced, threatening to burst out of your chest and you almost released a soft moan at the sensation of his warm, exposed skin against yours, coupled with the intoxicating aroma of cherries, sulfure, and an indescribably sweet scent that was unfamiliar to you, which, you concluded, must have been the result of whatever Haarlep had given him to drink. The devil wrapped his wings around you and tilted your head, forcing you to look at him, his lips parted to say something but you spoke before he could even utter a word.

"I'm not Haarlep."

Raphael chuckled and you felt blush spreading across your cheeks as his warm sweet breath fanned across your skin.

"I know, little mouse."

His hand found its way to your head, his fingers tenderly curling around the back of your neck as he leaned in closer. His lips collided with yours in a sloppy kiss, both of you moaning into the embrace. His tongue pushed past your lips, deepening the kiss as the hot taste of sickly sweet liquor filled your mouth. You were the one to break the kiss first, gasping for air and desperately trying to ignore the pleasure pulsating between your thighs.

"You know", Raphael whispered, making a conscious effort to sound as sober as possible, "I've ground rather fond of you, in my own way."

You cupped his cheek, unable to pull your gaze away from his the orange flames dancing in his eyes, grinning slightly as he furrowed his brows, a failing attempt to concentrate in his drunken state.

"I l-l-looove you", he slurred in a half moan, eye closing at the gentleness of your touch, his head falling back, "stay with me."

"If I've learning anything from our encounters", you spoke softly, " then that you'll hate me and yourself tomorrow morning when you realise what happened."

A sudden wave of melancholy swept over your thoughts. You found yourself uncertain about how to handle this very strange and particular situation. From the moment you laid eyes on the charismatic devil from the first moment he appeared, even though you were aware that his charm and polite demeanour were merely tools to deceive you into a pact. And yet here you were, lying on top of said devil, his dishevelled appearance and drunken state revealing a vulnerable side as he clumsily professed his love to you, unfiltered and genuine words of truth finally finding their way into your heart. His arms enveloped you tightly in a warm embrace.

"Stay here, little mouse", he murmured softly as his breathing slowed and a gentle snore escaped his lips.

You couldn't help but smile as you rested your head upon his chest. Thoughts of what the morning would bring, when Raphael would awaken sober and potentially irritable to find you sleeping on him, briefly crossed your mind. However, you decided to leave that worry for another day. In this moment, all you wanted was to revel in the happiness and solace that your devil provided. With a contented sigh, your eyes grew heavy, and you peacefully drifted off into a tranquil slumber.

Notes:

I'm tempted to do a second part and play with the thought of how a sober Raphael would probably react to this and what will become of Haarlep...if Haarlep ever comes back^^

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@dark-and-kawaii I thought you might wanna be tagged on this 😊

#baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #raphael bg3 #raphael x reader #raphael x you #raphael #haarlep bg3 #haarlep #drunk devil #sneaky haarlep #drunk confessions

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iouinotes · 7 months

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Drunken Love | Five Hargreeves (Part 1)

SPOILER FOR THE THIRD SEASON

summary: Five gets drunk at Luther and Sloane's wedding. He seems to need someone to take care of him (even if he doesn't want to admit it).

pairing: Five Hargreeves x female!reader

word count: 673 words

warnings: just fluff

I'm sorry if there are any spelling mistakes...

Part 2 is uploaded now!

Secretly, I've been watching him all night. Always hidden in the shadows, from his attentive gaze, which becomes more and more glassy the more alcohol flows through his veins. It is strange to see him in this state. Him, this stubborn man, always walking upright, trapped in the body of a 16 year old.

Whose mind is so sharp, body and soul so out of balance, and whose abilities never cease to amaze me. Like his appearance, that certain stern manner, he always has a goal in mind, always a mission to complete. And I am always by his side. Together we are all the time, but I still feel alone. Because he's so focused on saving humanity to not notice what's right in front of him. Me. I'm so in love with him that it's hard for me to look at him.

And yet I can't take my eyes off him. Because I'm worried, his figure swaying around the room, the glass full of champagne in his hand, the liquid spilling over the rim until it's brought to his lips. And then the entire glass is empty in one gulp, each time it is refilled. It has been for several hours.

I have tried to talk to him, but no chance. He is too absorbed in his hopelessness to notice my concern. Everyone in this room is painfully aware that the end of the world is near. But everyone deals with this realization differently, the only ones who appear to be carefree are Luther and Sloane. The married couple who smiles so happily at each other.

Looking at each other with the kind of infatuation Five looks at me in my fondest dreams. I shake my head, banishing the images that plague me when I realize that this will never come true.

And then in the next moment I see him drop his glass, still half full, and lean on the table. His eyes are narrowed, his figure sunken. And no one but me seems to notice this sadness that emanates from him. Diego and Lila are busy with their son, Ben as always with himself, Allison is talking to Viktor and I am hidden in the farthest dark corner. A sad sight.

But even though my common sense tells me that Five doesn't want me near him, my feet automatically move in his direction. I can no longer leave him to his own devices. He doesn't seem to notice me as I kneel in front of him, his gaze looking right through me, almost as always. It makes my heart ache, ironically, I am just as familiar with it. "Let's go to your hotel room, shall we? I'll help you up."

His mouth moves, his brow furrows, but not a word he says is clearly understood. "N-no, no help. Alone." His head hangs, his eyes blink, his mouth twitches in disdain. "Unfair, your face. Hate it." My eyebrows raise, my chest goes numb, my heart becomes empty. ,,Come on, you've had enough for today." My arms reach around him, trying to help him up.

"Let go, I can do it." Despite his dislike, he doesn't push me away. "I know you can do anything you set your mind to. That's a quality of yours that I admire so much." I answer him in a whisper, his face contorts slightly.

"Don't talk, your voice is- I don't want to hear it." His words are harsh and I back away from him a little. He has always been unkind to me, but now that he's throwing his hatred at me so barefaced, it's even worse to be in love with him. So I just nod. With a heavy breath, I help him get up. I put my arm around his shoulder, make it clear to Allison, who is looking in my direction, that I will take care of him.

And she understands without words, knows even without my confirmation that I will always take care of him.

No matter how much he loathes me.

#five hargreeves #five hargreaves x reader #the umbrella academy #drunk confessions #love #lies

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rizykim · 8 months

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Soju | Jay Park

Pairing: Friend!Jay × You

Summery: Jay had been having a crush on you for a while now and he doesn't know when or how he should confess,untill he got to know that you were asked out by someone else which led him into being a heartbroken mess thinking you will accept them and went on drinking soju the whole night till he can't stand straight.

Warning: Fluff, Alcohol consumption and jealousy

Word count: 1K

Note: Instead of 'Y/n' it'll be '___' for you enter your name and this my first time writing oneshot fluff and if you did enjoy please do leave a like and repost if you can,it would help alot!

"Uh,hello?" You said you were entering the small red street food tent. All the tables were empty, and the sound of light rain outside kept them from being silent in the night.

Ah, you're here; you're the one I was on the phone with, right?" The old lady who was behind the grill of the shop came around and said

Yeah, that's me,the one you called saying Jay was tipsy,but may I ask why you called me to come get him? I'm sorry if I sound rude. It's just that he has more people to be there for him, and you know..." She said it, chuckling nervously.

"Oh, sorry, dear, but your number was the one that caught my attention since it was saved with five hearts, and I thought it might be his girlfriend." The women said this, making the younger girl widen her eyes at them.

'He saved me how?' She asked herself internally but kept going.

"I called you because Jay had drank too much and I had to close the shop, but he wouldn't budge at all,and since he had walked here, I thought it would be too dangerous to let him go all by himself. Sorry for bothering you, dear." The lady said it in an apologetic manner.

"Oh no, no, it's okay. Don't apologize. I was just surprised to get a call asking me to get here to get him. That's all. It's alright." She said, smiling before a little bow, and walked further into the tent to see Jay thrown over a table messily with tons of soju bottles lying near the ground and table. His hair was distorted, his eyes closed, and his cheeks were puffy with a slight tint of pink covering them.

"Did you seriously drink this much, huh?" She said she was trying to get a hold of his torso to get him up.

"Mmph! Who are you? Stop touching me!" He shook off her hands with his eyes still closed and laid back down on the table.

Hey, you've got to get going; you need to rest." She tried to get him again, but he brushed her off.

"No! What's the point of sleeping if I can't see her the next day? It's just useless, I say!" He blabbered,his drunk voice making it sound funny to her as she tried to hold back a laugh.

"What do you mean?" She asked to play along and sat on the opposite side.

"The girl I like..." He started,his stretched arm with his other hand stayed on top of the elbow joint, and his face rested at the very top of it.

"Yeah?" She replied, getting curious.

"I got asked out by some random jerk today, and I don't know if she will say yes or no to him," he said, leaving the girl to furrow her eyes at his statement.

'Is he talking about me?' She asked herself, 'Nah, it's probably someone else. She shook off the thought.

"So? What's wrong with that?" Suddenly he lifted his head up, and his eyes barely opened wide for a second before closing.

"What's-what's wrong with that?! What's wrong with that?" He dramatically emphasized Thankfully, they were the only ones there, and the old lady chuckled at his loud remark while cleaning up everything at her cooking station.

"I had been liking her more than anyone had, and I want to tell her my feelings, but I don't know how to do it all this time. But now it's all useless; she'll choose him and not me. I'll be left here single and heartbroken till eternity." He finished off with a hiccup leaving his mouth.

"Oh yeah? Why do you think she'd choose him?" She asked, leaning on the table with her folded arms.

"Cause...cause...he said he likes him and he-he just is good for her because that idiot is actually a good guy...dumb idiot..." He reached his arm to grab a bottle of soju that had a little more in it, but ___ took it away, making Jay grab an empty one and try to take a sip, but no alcohol was left in the bottle.

Jay looked through his tiny opening of blurred vision but couldn't see properly. "I had an unfinished one. Where did it go?" He looked around but couldn't find it.

Oops, sorry, I drank it," ___ said, hiding it behind her back.

"What? I don't—I don't even know you—and you drank it without my permission? How dare you? It was hard trying to be serious when he was acting so lost.

"You know what?"

"What?"

"I don't know her name. If I did, I could talk to her maybe." Her words made him feel some hope in him.

"Really?! You would do that?" He was amazed at the stranger's odd kindness.

"Yeah,just tell me her name."

"It's-wait,are you trying to trick me into saying her name so you could ask her out too? Huh! You thought wrong; I won't say it!" He said he tried to stand up but fell back on his chair. ___ quickly went around and helped him up.

"Go away, you creep! I won't tell ___'s name to you ever!" He tried to get away but couldn't since he was having trouble walking and didn't even realize he had already said her name, which also went unnoticed by ___.

Oh, c'mon, Jay, I'm your friend." She tried to convince him.

"No, your not." He protested until ___ rubbed his head, making him fall asleep instantly. Slumping on her shoulder while she tried to hold him properly by his waist.

"Good bye, Halmoni" she mouthed to the old lady who bid her goodbye.

___ stepped out of her car and went around it,getting the sleeping Jay back to lying his head on her shoulder, and took him to his apartment. It was a real hustle manoeuvring him around from waking him up unintentionally.

After what felt like forever,she reached the floor he was on and got to his door to realize it needed a passcode to open.

"Hey, wake up... Jay, what's your door passcode? Hey Jongseong, do you read me?" She lightly patted the side of his face, and he lazily shifted his face on her shoulder.

"___'s...birth year..." He whispered before going back to sleeping.

'What? Why, my birthda-wait,does he actually like me? Was I the one he was mummbling about?' She questioned herself, looking at Jay. 'But first, let's get him inside; he's so heavy...'

She entered his apartment to be greeted with a beautiful and simple interior that screamed 'rich. She looked around in awe as she stepped to his couch. Flopping him there, I took off his footwear and jacket, keeping them in their proper places.

Okay, now you've got to wake up..." She decided and started to shake his arm.

"Hey,Park Jongseong, wake up. You're at your house. Wake up." ___ still couldn't wake him up, even after so many attempts. Finally, she thought of a great way to wake him up.

JAY, YOUR CLOSET IS ON FIRE QUICK!" She shouted as if it were happening in real time, and as expected, he woke up with a jolt.

"WHAT? WHER-___ what you doing in my house... ___ WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE!?" He flinched seeing her presence next to him,kneeling on the ground while he laid on the couch.

"Woah woah easy boy easy..." She laughed at his reaction. "Oh yeah,the old lady at the street food place called me asking to take you home as she thought the person who was saved with five hearts was your girlfriend... If you don't mind...wanna explain if your back to concious?"

"Oh shoot. I'm so sorry. I'll change it." He sat up,trying to go and get his jacket to get his phone from it.

No, no wait..." She stopped him and sat next to him. "Just tell me what that was about and why you drank till you dropped." Jay gulped,trying to decide whether to tell her or not.

"You can't hide it anymore. You saved me in your contacts like that. You said you were drinking because you were heartbroken about how some other guy asked me out, and your door passcode is my birth year."

"Uh...well... Ok, yes, I do like you, but it's alright. I'm sorry, I'll change everything-" Before he could complete his sentence, ___ hugged him.

"You know you're the idiot, because if you told me earlier, I would've seriously been yours by now? You know why?" She came closer to his ear,keeping her hand over his ear. "Because I like you too... hehe."

Jay looked at her with wide eyes,in disbelief of what he just heard: the girl he had been liking for so long was just casually telling him that now.

"Y-you really do?" He asked, to which she nodded her head.

"Then what about that guy?" He asked.

"You mean Jaemin? He wanted my help with how he should confess to the girl he liked."

"So does that mean you would like to be my girlfriend?"

"Yes...I do" She said it, giggling, and hugged him once more. Jay leaped over her, tackling her in a big hug and smiling, "Thank you so much. I love you!" He said his smile never left his face.

"I love you too!" She said that and melted into the warm embrace. Seeping into the beautiful moment they were having. The night went by as they fell asleep like that,waking up in the morning with a smile after finding out the other was still in their arms.

I dunno if this is good :'D

#enhypen jay #park jongseong #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #cute love #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #jay fluff #drunk confessions #enha #enhypen jongseong #jongseong fluff

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morganski-19 · 8 months

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Things I Won't Say When I'm Sober Part 5

part 1, part 4, part 6

It’s been a week since Steve’s seen Eddie. Not because he was avoiding him, at least in full. He’s only partially avoiding him. Really he’s just been busy with work and the kids. But the knowledge of what happened that night keeps rolling around in his mind in a way he doesn’t like.

He can’t keep thinking that Eddie overheard him that morning. Heard the last strings of Steve’s confession, and even though he would have never heard that Steve liked Eddie directly, he could have heard enough to connect the dots. After the initial confession, he and Robin weren’t exactly whispering. They weren’t loud either, but with the thin walls of the trailer, it didn’t really matter.

If Eddie heard anything from the end of the conversation, there was one fact he would definitely know, Steve liked guys. That was enough for Steve to avoid Eddie, fearing that their friendship was at the end.

Though, there was some peace that came through the worry. Steve had told another person about the knot in his stomach in the past few weeks. Honestly, for the past few years. It had just grown to the point where he couldn’t ignore it anymore. It was weird to be out to someone and have them accept you so fast, especially when you couldn’t do the same to yourself. But that helped the pain start to go away. Someone accepted him for who he is, maybe he could finally do the same.

Steve was already at a point where he was able to accept himself, but Robin’s acceptance was the last ray of sunshine to finally help him bloom. He felt whole. For the first time in a long time, he knew what it was like to look at himself in the mirror and see him, all of him. Not someone crafted the way society wanted. Just him. It was refreshing, and terrifying all at the same time.

The phone starts to ring on his bedside table. He glances at the alarm clock, 1:30, late for anyone normal to be calling. The beat in his chest starts to race as he picks up the phone, anticipating a call for help that might be on the other end.

“Stevie,” Eddie slurs from the other end. “You’re still up”

Relief fills Steve as he slumps back into his bed. “Yeah, couldn’t sleep. Why are you up?”

“Don’t know. Prolly to talk to you.”

“Are you drunk?”

Eddie laughs from the other end. “Maybe,” he draws out.

Steve sighs. “Go get a glass of water and maybe I’ll talk to you while you sober up.”

“But I don’t want to,” Eddie whines. Steve can imagine the pout on his face and can’t help but smile at it. “Hey, can I tell you a secret?”

“If this is your way of saying you have a secret and telling me I can’t know it just to get back at me for not telling you mine, then no.”

Eddie scoffs. “Nooo, this is different. This is a secret for your ears only, not Robin’s.”

“Ok, then you can tell me.” Steve doesn’t know why, but he can’t stop smiling.

“Yay. My secret” Eddie pauses for dramatic effect, “is that I know your secret.”

The smile on Steve’s face drops. “W-what?”

His heartbeat starts beating fast again as tension builds in his stomach. He’s trying not to, but he’s sure his breathing quickened enough that Eddie could hear it over the phone. This was what he was worried about all week, and it happened. Eddie heard, he knew. Not just the last bit, but everything. And he sounded so happy about it. Happy that he knew the secret that Steve was so afraid to tell him.

“Yep,” Eddie said. “I heard you and Birdie talking about it. Someone’s got a crush,” he sings songs. “And on a GUY. Don’t know why you couldn’t tell me. S’not like I would have a problem with it.”

Steve’s head stops spinning. “What?”

“And you wanna know what I think? I think that guy is a fucking idiot if he doesn’t like you back. I think that any guy would be lucky to date a guy like you, I sure would. All the guys I’ve been with were terrible, but you. You’re like … perfect.”

“Eddie,” Steve says, shocked. “What are you-”

Eddie shushes him. “Let me finish. I’m not done telling you my secret.” He pauses. “What was it again? Right, you like a guy. A guy that you don’t think likes you back with is just stupid because you’re perfect. Like you are kind and funny and pretty. Like sooo pretty, Stevie, it kills me. And when I woke you up with that nightmare, you didn’t judge me. You just, you held me. Like in a way that no one’s done before, like no one. And then that morning, I woke up in your arms and just like.” He stops mid-sentence letting the line buzz between them.

“Eddie, are you still there?” Steve’s finding it hard to breathe, trying to convince himself that what Eddie is saying is leading up to nothing. That this is all just some cruel trick Eddie thought would be funny cause he’s drunk.

“My real secret,” Eddie whispers into the phone, so soft that Steve can barely hear, “is that I wish I was the guy you liked. Cause I haven’t been able to sleep the same knowing you like guys, and that guy isn’t me.”

The line goes dead.

Steve’s heart starts beating out of his chest as the phone falls out of his hands. Did he just hear what he did? This all wasn’t some insane dream that his mind cooked up just to fuck with him. He rubs his eyes, trying to get rid of sleep that isn’t there. Pinching himself just to see if it was real, even though he knows that’s not how it’s supposed to work.

What he does know, it this isn’t supposed to be this easy. Eddie isn’t supposed to like him back, he isn’t supposed to want Steve as much as Steve wants him. He isn’t supposed to call in the middle of the night in a big drunk confession and then just hang up like nothing happened. Or before Steve could even say anything. He isn’t supposed to do it in a way that Steve might not believe the next morning.

Miracles don’t happen every day, especially for Steve and especially when it comes to people he likes. Steve isn’t this guy that people just magically like back, not in the way he likes them. He’s supposed to be the one that falls hard, breaking apart when they leave him hanging up to dry. It’s happened before and he was certain that it would happen again.

I haven’t been able to sleep the same knowing you like guys, and that guy isn’t me.

Eddie’s confession hangs in the air like a rope, waiting for Steve to grab onto it. Simple words of desperation and lost hope because Eddie thinks the same as Steve. That they’re not a person that the other could want. That even though the possibility is there, it would never come to fruition. There was no way the other person could ever return their feelings, so they prepared for rejection before it even started.

Steve doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t even know if he wants to believe that it’s true. He’s spent so long thinking that this could never happen, that he never prepared for what he would do if it did. He’s at a loss just staring at the ceiling. Debating going to sleep and letting Eddie sleep off the booze or running over there to say what he’s wanted to for so long. Words that he couldn’t even fathom saying before a week ago. That he wants what he thinks he can’t, and won’t let Eddie go so easily after saying he can have it.

Tomorrow, he decides. Tomorrow he would go over to Eddie’s trailer and hope that he remembers. Hope that it wasn’t just the booze talking and that all of what Eddie said is true. Tell Eddie everything, that he wants him just as much as Eddie seems to want Steve. That Eddie didn’t have to lose sleep anymore because Steve wanted him. Because Steve likes him, Steve likes him so much.

He falls asleep hoping that when he wakes up it wasn’t all a dream.

oops, I wrote too much again. the last part will be coming next week? (actually this time)

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"Like-like"

PAIRING : George Weasley/Male!Reader, crushing

FANDOM : Harry Potter, one-shot

CONTAINS : Drunk love confessions, fluff, like- one swear word, mentions of alcohol (THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD‼️)

Gryffindor parties are often described to be rather wild, and although it contributes to the stereotype that all Gryffindors are loud and obnoxious, it's not entirely false that the parties they throw can be over-the-top lively. However, nobody ever mentions the calmer aftermath, when the energy has died down and everyone is either wasted, exhausted, or have passed out. You expected George to get drunk— knowing that he and his twin are the life of the party —and you expected you would be the one looking after him, as you always do. Maybe you care for him just a little too much, because if you didn't, you wouldn't be painstakingly dragging the boy up the stairs toward the dormitories.

"Godric's sake, George—" You mutter under your breath as you attempt to haul him up. He's heavy, and certainly stubborn about staying sat on the cold, wooden floor. He groans in protest, whining with slurred words. It always seems like he becomes more irritatingly immature in moments like these. You sigh in defeat, leaning against the wall beside George in an exasperated manner then sliding down to sit next to him.

"Fine then, we're sleeping in the hallway." You mutter, clearly annoyed yet you can't really bring yourself to truly be mad at George. Your gaze wanders, and eventually it lands on the boy beside you. He's rambling on about something without a care in the world, his words don't make any sense. You find yourself chuckling at his ridiculously messy hair, and the way he tries to form coherent sentences and act as if he's sober. It's amusing.

"Then I looked.. I saw you, it was—" George pauses, as if looking for the right thing to say through his inebriated mind, "—It was like, woahh, y'know?" He gestures with his hands to convey an effect of awe, almost hitting you in the process. He turns to you with this stupid grin on his face, he's all giggly and dazed, and it makes you wonder if it's because he's looking at you.

You raise an eyebrow at his words. Humoring him would mean having to deal with drunken ramblings, you don't know if you have the social energy for that. Still, it would make your night less boring. "What d'you mean by woah?" You ask, curiosity hanging in the air. You watch as your friend's expression changes, looking as though he's processing what you'd just said. Or maybe it's a look of incredulity, like he can't quite believe you'd ask that, 'cause to him, the answer is obvious.

"Because," He pauses, leaning against you. For a moment, he just stares at you, until he realizes that you're expecting a reason. George clears his throat, "You're pretty— prettiest boy I ever, uh, seen." He states matter-of-factly, feigning a serious expression. Despite his efforts, a cheeky grin makes it's way to his lips as he snickers, "Aside from me, o' course!"

The compliment catches you off-guard— even though you know that he's under the influence of alcohol and sheer honesty is pretty common for people who are intoxicated, but you're still surprised. And although you laugh along with a scoff as you playfully push the other way, a thought lingers in your head. He thinks you're pretty. "Oh, fuck off." You mutter, rolling your eyes.

"What? Y'dont believe me?"

"Not one bit!"

"C'mon," He laughs softly, "I mean it!" George insists. He lets his head fall on your shoulder as he's slouched on the floor with his eyes closed. "I like your face."

You hum, "I like your face too, I guess."

It falls silent, a comfortable quiet that George immediately interrupts because he just can't seem to stop talking for more than 10 seconds, "The rest of you is pretty cool too."

"Really now?" You reply absentmindedly, fiddling with the hem of your sleeve. Even with your attempt to act nonchalant, the warmth of your face gives away how affected you truly are by his comments.

"Yeah, I likee—" He trails off, the sound of his fingers tapping against the wooden floor rings in your ears. "Eh, you." George declares finally, nodding to himself like he's making sure what he said was right.

If you were surprised by his compliment earlier, this one has rendered you speechless. Partly out of shock, but also because you're far too busy running through rampant thoughts and going through every possibility or reason for him to say that to even think of a response. You don't want to get ahead of yourself and assume that it's a confession. Meanwhile, he doesn't seem to notice how tense your shoulders had become, "Like a lot," George continues thoughtfully. "More than anyone, actually. Uhm, 's that weird? I hope not."

You don't respond, because what are you supposed to do when your friend says something that you know he won't even remember in the morning?

George murmurs under his breath, "Think I—" He cuts himself off, abruptly sitting up straight. His eyebrows are furrowed yet his eyes hold that dazed stare, which makes you contemplate if it's George or the alcohol talking. "No no, I know that I..." He stammers, his expression one of concentration as he tries to find the right words to convey how he feels, or atleast that's what it looks like to you. "Like-like you."

It takes you a moment to react. He sounds so sincere and genuine, and you can't help but bark out a laugh because you'd never thought you would hear George ever say the words 'Like-like', especially not during a drunk confession. It doesn't take long for the other to join in on your laughter, although he doesn't really seem to understand what you find so funny and that just seems to make the situation all the more comedic.

"Alright, come on." You stand up from the floor, patting down any dust on your pants before you reach a hand out to George. "Let's get you to your dorm." You smiles as he takes your hand into his, and only now do you notice how calloused and warm his palm is. It's like all the worries you had moments prior have now been stored in the far back of your mind, you'll worry about it again in the morning. You haul the boy up, and this time he lets you pull him to his feet. He stumbles forward, legs still wobbly as you quickly catch him.

"For the record, I like-like you too," You finally admit whilst guiding George to his dorm-room.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

FINALLY, this took me way too long than it should have. Not my best work tbh, there are some parts that I like and some parts that I wish I had done better. I don't know if I did good on the dialogue, this is my first time writing a drunk character so I hope I did atleast half-decent. I'm still pretty proud of this, though. As always, likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated!!

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