#drunk

[animentality]

[sportsandlaughs]

[kattsnebula]

wasted katsuki bakugo is clingy asf

۶ৎ your boyfriend—bakugo, arrives at your door, slurring his words and tripping over the carpet. you attempt to ground him, but your heart can’t help but flutter at his drunken blabber.

⤷ ゛(ov): ˎˊ˗ language, drunk bakugo, soft bakugo, fluff, aged-up bakugo, etc. (possibly ooc)

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The knock on your apartment door was less a knock and more a relentless, uneven pounding that rattled the frame. You blinked at the clock—past midnight.

“Y/N!” a very familiar voice slurred from the hall. “Oi! Open the damn door, dumbass!”

You groaned, dragging yourself out of bed. There was only one person you knew who could sound simultaneously demanding and pathetic at the same time. Katsuki Bakugo.

When you unlocked the door, there he was—Katsuki in all his chaotic glory. His hair was a mess, his face flushed scarlet, and his shirt half untucked.

He swayed slightly on his feet, eyes narrowed as though he were concentrating very hard on not falling over.

“..Katsuki?” you asked, baffled.

“‘S me,” he confirmed proudly, pointing at his chest before stumbling forward.

You had to catch him, your arms immediately wrapping around his solid frame as he almost toppled face first into the carpet.

“Oh my god,” you muttered, dragging him inside. “You’re drunk.”

He gasped like you’d just revealed his deepest secret. “The hell I am!”

Then he paused, frowned, and muttered, “..Okay maybe a little. But I won, y’hear? Stupid Shitty Hair thought he could outdrink me. Me.”

“You got in a drinking contest, didn’t you?” you sighed as you maneuvered him toward the couch.

“Damn right I did,” he said proudly, puffing out his chest before nearly tripping over the table rug this time.

You barely saved him from face planting, and he slumped heavily against you.

“Shit—this floor’s tryin’ to kill me.”

“It’s just the carpet, Kats,” you said, struggling not to laugh as you guided him onto the couch.

Bakugo flopped down dramatically, sprawling like he owned the place.

His crimson eyes blinked blearily up at you, and then his entire face softened into a goofy grin. “..You’re so pretty.”

You froze, staring at him. “Excuse me?”

“I said—” He tugged weakly at your wrist until you sat beside him.

“You’re. So. Pretty.” Each word was punctuated with a little poke to your cheek.

You bit the inside of your lip, trying not to burst out laughing at how utterly unlike him this was. “Wow, the alcohol’s really working, huh?”

“Don’t sass me, stupid,” he mumbled, leaning into your shoulder with surprising weight. “M’serious. You’re always takin’ care of me n’ puttin’ up with my shit. You’re .. the best.”

Your heart did an embarrassing little flip. This was not the Bakugo you knew— the one who barked insults and acted like affection was a crime.

This was soft, clingy, honest Katsuki. Drunk and letting down walls he normally gaurded with venom.

He suddenly sat up straighter, pointing at you with dramatic intensity. “Wait—wait. Don’t move.”

You blinked. “What?”

“Gotta—gotta tell you..” His brows furrowed like he was trying to remember.

Then, very solemnly, he declared..; “If anyone.. tries to flirt with you .. I’ll blow ‘em the hell up.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes. “Good to know. Now lie down before you fall over again.”

“I’m fine!” he insisted, immediately attempting to stand, only to stumble and catch his foot on the other. You lunged forward, barely keeping him from going down.

“That’s it,” you huffed, dragging him back to the couch. “You’re staying put.”

Bakugo whined, actually whined, as you forced him to sit. “But I wanna be with you..”

You blinked at him. “..You are with me.”

He shook his head, his hair wild and eyes hazy. “No, like—” He collapsed sideways until his head was in your lap, arms wrapping loosely around your waist.

“Like this.”

You froze, heat rushing to your face. His weight was solid, his warmth radiating through your thin clothes.

“God, you’re so clingy when you’re drunk,” you muttered, though your fingers betrayed you, brushing lightly through his hair.

Bakugo sighed in pure bliss, melting under your touch. “M’not clingy … you’re just comfy. My girl’s the best damn pillow in the world..”

Your chest squeezed at the words. He would never say that sober, never ever. Not out loud.

Within minutes, his breathing evened out, his grip on your waist loosening as sleep pulled him under.

You sat there, fingers combing through his messy hair, listening to the quiet mutters he let slip as he flicked in and out of sleep.

“..love you.”

Your hand stilled, heart hammering.

“…’m never letting you go..”

You swallowed hard, torn between laughing at how ridiculously sweet he was like this and wanting to freeze the moment forever.

Leaning down, you pressed a soft kiss to his head. “You’re gonna regret half of this in the morning, you know,” you whispered.

Bakugo snored in response.

You smiled, adjusting the blanket over both of you as he clung tighter in his sleep.

“Guess I’ll just remind you later.”

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The next morning, Bakugo groaned, low and miserable, and finally cracked one weak eye open. “The hell..” His voice was rough, his head clearly pounding.

You smiled sweetly, brushing his wild hair out of his face. “Morning.”

He squinted up at you, confused. Then, like lightning, realisation hit—where he was, what happened last night, and the faint, humiliating memories of the things he’d said.

“..shit.” He dragged a hand over his face and groaned louder. “Don’t. Don’t say anything.”

You bit back a laugh. “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it.” You tilted your head innocently.

“But you know, you make a very cuddly drunk. Called me pretty. Told me I’m the ‘best damn pillow in the world.’ Oh—and you said you’d blow up anyone who flirted with me.”

Katsuki’s ears turned crimson. “I did not!”

“You totally did.” You grinned, leaning down until your lips brushed his ear. “You also said you loved me.”

He jolted, face going redder than his eyes. “Tch—shut up! I was drunk, alright? Doesn’t count!”

You just smirked, poking his cheek. “Sure it doesn’t.”

Bakugo groaned again, rolling onto his back and throwing an arm over his eyes to hide. “I hate you.”

You leaned over him, pressing a teasing kiss to his temple. “No you don’t.”

His only reply was another groan, muffled against his arm—though the way his hand found yours under the blanket told you everything you needed to know.

[vintage-tigre]

[s0ftbambii]

જ⁀➴ 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬，𝘴．

sevika was pissed—although you never figured out why, she brushed you off leaving the house in a hurry, that look of anger on her face. and now, here she was stumbling in the house mumbling things that didn’t make sense and practically reeked of alcohol.

“what the fuck—where have you—” you pause as she suddenly falls into your arms. “hi pretty girl.” is all she slurs. and you could’ve sworn the anger has never left your body so fast.

“please sit up—and look me in the eyes.” she obeys, and all you see is her tear stricken face, she’d never admit to you that she was upset or crying. “oh, sev.” you murmur taking her hand dragging her to the couch, “you’re holding my hand like I’m a baby.” she huffs, “yeah? well you’re acting like one.” you shoot back clearly angry.

she’s on her back, legs spread across the couch with her arm thrown over her forehead. “I’m gonna grab you some water.” you say footsteps heading toward the kitchen, “my hero.” she mutters sarcastically. “god I hate when you’re drunk.”

you come back, with ice cold water in a plastic cup, she sits up leaving room for you to sit near her, as you rest your chin on her shoulder watching her drink. “can you please explain to me what happened—what this is all about?”

she lets out a heavy sigh, shooting you a look of content, before looking back. “it’s not you-god no, it’s everything but you, sweetheart you’re my safe place.” she admits, the only good side of sevika being drunk was that she was vulnerable.

“you’re just this amazing—beautiful person” she ushers towards herself. “and I’m just like this dark cloud over you, do you think people see that? how dark I am and how bubbly you are?” you shake your head, “sev—is this what it’s all about?” she nods her head before slowly falling into your lap, you intertwine your hands into her hair.

“and I want to be better for you—so people don’t just see me as this dark cloud that hangs over you—the sun.” you feel tears stinging your eyes, because you never saw her as a dark cloud. “you make me shine—so in all seriousness you’re my sun.” you murmur with a soft smile. “I’m sorry for disappearing.” she slurs, her hand flying between your inner thigh rubbing it gently.

sevika looks up at you from your lap now, her hand flying to your jaw before dragging you to her lips for a quick kiss. “I know I’m drunk—but I love you.” and you swear your heart stopped. she shifts in your lap as you let a tear fall, pairing it with a sniffle. “I love you to.”

“tell me when you’re sober though, tomorrow morning.” you murmur. she nods as you grab a blanket from the end of the couch putting it over the two of you. “you’re my pretty girl.” she slurs.

“you’re pretty girl.” you smile softly. sleep takes over her, and you swear this is the first time she slept like an actual baby. “you are one baby.” you snort.

and all you can hope is that she remembers all of this in the morning, you press a kiss to her temple.

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𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍

(𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌)

[polarspaz]

InfectionRE AU

@quasar-crew and I were going over the event where Chris learns about Leon's mutation during their first mission together after RE4, and we had a good laugh about Leon getting drunk, so here's the gist!.

Leon LOVES to live in denial, so of course he doesn't tell Chris about his little bug problem until he's literally halfway mutating during a fight. Cue the angsty reveal that ends with Chris reassuring Leon he's still his friend and that he's not going to abandon him.

Leon is of course extremely relieved and grateful to Chris, and the two decided to go to a bar after to catch up and have a few drinks.

There's only one slight problem though....

Leon hasn't had ANY alcohol since his mutation. Apparently upper management decided that letting a B.O.W get drunk was a really bad idea, so Leon been denied any access to the stuff....until now.

Leon, not gonna letting this opportunity to go to waste, kinda indulges in a bit too much and gets completely trashed. Chris doesn't mind, knowing Leon really needs to unwind, but a problem becomes quickly apparent. It takes him a moment to notice, but Chris suddenly realizes that Leon is transforming into his bug form, albeit really, really slowly.

((Since Leon is drunk, that means his Plaga, Rucio, is drunk too. So it kinda panics and tries to revert Leon back into their bug form, but it's too shit faced to do the process as quickly, and seamlessly as they're used to.))

So now poor Chris has to manhandle Leon out of the bar and find somewhere safe for them to hide, all the while the blond is slowly becoming a 9 feet tall bug monster, is drunk, and wailing about his miserable luck the whole time.

[sera2512]

what are they arguing abt👀

(saw someone hc tourist as a bartender and i think its pretty neat)