YoOOoooO okay first of all i'd like to say that i love your fics and i was wondering if you could like write more drunk thalianca aus? idk i'm addicted to those like they're so drunk thalia would start babbling out her feelings and bianca would get all flustered cause she's so drunk and wow YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN???? but only if you want to of course and again, love your fics :)
YOU’RE SO NICE THANK YOU
i’m addicted to them too honestly (but also just addicted to thalianca in general)
sorry it’s so short. if you want more i could totally do that but i wanted to get this done asap for you
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Bianca woke to the sound of someone pounding on her door. She blinked sleepily, squinting to see the glaring red numbers on her alarm clock.
3:46.
In the morning.
She groaned, flipping onto her stomach and throwing the pillow over her head. She pressed it over her ears, trying in vain to tune out the loud knocking.
If a person knocked on her door at three in the morning they were either her grandmother or a serial killer (she figured they would count as one in the same).
Eventually, the knocking stopped. And the doorbell started ringing.
It echoed through her apartment and Bianca growled low in her throat before finally pulling herself out of bed. Padding across her living room in her pajamas, she rubbed at her eyes, trying her best to at least look a little bit presentable.
Her eyes remained mostly closed as she navigated her way to the front door.
She slowly opened it and cursed her voice as it came out a lot deeper than she intended.
“What?”
Strong arms wrapped around her and lifted her high into the air. She coughed as she was squashed against a chest.
“Your sleepy voice is so cute!”
“Thalia?” Bianca murmured tiredly, half-asleep and therefore unable to register the compliment. “What are you doing here?”
Thalia unsteadily walked them over to the couch and plopped down on it. Bianca’s stomach lurched as she landed, uncomfortably on top of Thalia.
Bianca grumbled. “I was sleeping.”
Thalia hummed and smiled, contently resting her chin on top of Bianca’s head. “Poor babe.”
“Are you drunk?”
Thalia’s lilting laugh told her all she needed to know. It was hard to be very mad at her when she was nuzzling her. Her nose was buried in her hair, and she was breathing slowly, peacefully, as she worked to get herself even closer to Bianca.
Bianca bit back her smile. She absentmindedly traced the veins in her girlfriend’s hand.
This could be fun.
She shifted in her lap.
“Thalia?”
“Hmm?”
“How much do you like me?”
“I don’t just like you,” Thalia corrected, shaking her head until it made her dizzy. “I love you.”
Bianca squealed a little. She couldn’t help it. It was a little unexpected. “Why…why do you love me?”
Thalia switched their position, resting on the couch with their legs tangled, hovering in between Bianca’s legs, with her head buried in the crook of her neck.
Bianca couldn’t hear what she mumbled. “What was that?” She gasped. “Stop licking me!”
Thalia giggled. “I love you because you taste good, and you fix my hair when ever it’s too messy, and you’re really short, and you don’t mind that I talk really loud, and you’re a really good cook, and you use a stepladder just to reach the cabinets, and you’re really good at escaping headlocks, and you’re not scared of anything but you blush all the time, and you always smell good—what shampoo are you using?”
Bianca blushed when Thalia outright sniffed her. “Vanilla bean.”
Her girlfriend moaned. “So good.”
“Lia?”
“Yeah, baby?”
Bianca was so red. Her girlfriend was never this verbally affectionate. “How much have you had to drink?”
“Four or five,” Thalia muttered. “Maybe six.”
Six what? Bottles?
Bianca played with Thalia’s short hair. Most of the pomade was already out of it, so it wasn’t uncomfortable to touch. It was incredibly soft, like it was whenever she went without styling it.
“I love your hair.”
Thalia sighed happily. “Me too.”
Bianca snorted. “You’re certainly modest.”
"Was your dad a baker?"
She blinked. “No, you know he wasn’t. Thalia, what—”
Bianca shrieked as hands landed on her butt.
"Cos you’ve got a nice set of breads."
"Buns, Thalia," Bianca corrected, blushing more than she could ever remember. "The word is ‘buns’, not ‘breads’."
Thalia frowned. “Oh.”
She pressed a soft kiss on her cheek, silently congratulating her for trying.
"Wait, wait. I got another one."
Oh, no.
"Can you hold this?"
Bianca furrowed her brows in confusion when Thalia merely grabbed her hand.
"Thanks," her girlfriend slurred.
Bianca tried not to laugh. Really.
At least Thalia didn’t take offense to it. She laughed along with her, giggling until she was out of breath and extremely perplexed as to why they were laughing in the first place.
They were silent for a while after that as they switched positions once more; Thalia curled her long body around Bianca’s, spooning her from behind to where she could sniff her hair and kiss her neck as much as she pleased. Bianca was thinking, mostly, staring at her small television, which was turned off. Would she be able to sleep again?
Thalia released a quiet little noise, pulling Bianca closer, and she decided that she would definitely be comfortable enough to sleep. Before she closed her eyes though, she figured she owed Thalia a little something.
“I love you, too.”
When she didn’t get a response, Bianca barely turned her head to look over her shoulder.
Thalia was asleep, mouth open. Bianca sighed, knowing she was going to end up drooling on her back, but remained in her position, snuggling further into Thalia.
Bianca loved her. She loved being held by her. She even loved it when Thalia woke her up at three, stumbled around drunk, and forcibly cuddled the hell out of her.
She just couldn’t believe that the first time her girlfriend said “I love you” was at four in the morning, drunk out of her mind.
