#drunk

[animentality]

[sportsandlaughs]

[grickle14]

Puppeting around.

[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.

[bellyfullofbeer]

Trying to balance with beer #10

[roowhat]

Good Ending AU - Drunk

@moondolldreeams

I just think it's really funny to see them flirting and Jax being a bundle of nerves, even though they're married.

[nepoxyy-s]

Heyy I have a reader x Olise requesttt;

Michael knows how quick (reader) gets tipsy so when she goes out with friends and drinks one too many after him telling her to be careful, her friends call him so he can come and pick her up to which he finds her stumbling around, where he has to help her, although he is a little disappointed, he can’t help but smile at how safe she feels around him whilst this drunk

idk I feel like something along the lines of this could be cute and fun, I love ur work btw!!!!!

Drunk

masterlist

summary: you go out with your friends and get drunk so your boyfriend, Michael come take care of you!

warnings: fluff mention of alcohol, kissing, soft michael, pet names.

a/n:thank you so much for the req!! and thank you all so much for all the support ive gotten in the last 2 days that’s actually crazy!! enjoy loves. and as always, send reqs dont be shy!!

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10pm.

you: hey bby

you: going out with the girls

tonight! just letting you know

micky: aight, be careful

micky: dont drink to much yeah?

you: michael.

micky: just warning you, have fun Y/N

you rolled your eyes at his message— what? he thought you were some

baby that couldnt handle some tequila or something. you clicked your toungue.

The night moved quickly, you danced and at the begining, you declined the glasses your friend offered you before completely loosing it, everything became blurry.

Sarah, your best friend held you against her shoulder, herself half drunk but sober enough to know that she needed to call your boyfriend, michael.

the phone rang 4 times before he picked up. "Y/N?" his voice was thick with sleep.

"Michael, hey! its sarah, Y/N’s a little drunk, think you could come pick her up?"

on the back we could hear you giggling alone. "is it michael?" you said leaning into the phone "baby?"

sarah handed you the phone laughing. as you took the phone you heard michael already working on the lock of his front door.

"Y/N? comin in 10, stay careful for me yeah" he kept you on the phone while sarah went back with your other friends, keeping an eye on you.

"missed your voice.." you said against the phone.

"dont do that. im mad." he said but you heard by his voice that he was smirking.

—

"tell sarah to help you out okay? Im right outside."

You just walked up to sarah and she walked you out, waiting until she saw you fell in michael’s arms, only then she walked back inside.

"Baby.." you said, falling into his arms, trusting him completely. he catched you easily.

"Y/N.. youre completely spent. seriously. Im mad." he sighed. he opened the passenger door, sat you.

"you smell good.." you said as he buckled you in.

"Y/N." he scolded, he closed the door and quickly jogged around the car, sitting in the driver’s seat. he turned to you.

"I missed you.." you repeated, hand found his cheek softly, his eyes were still half closed with sleep.

"thats the third time you said it at least."

"you didnt?"

"ofcourse I did—"

"you hate me."

"Y/N" he had to press a finger on your lips to stop you from talking. "I love you, I missed you too and yes, youre the prettiest."

your eyes widened slightly, you smiled and kissed his finger gently. "you love me.."

"mo’ than anything." he kissed your forehead softly, his hand found your thighs.

"wait— michael?" you grabbed his jaw as he turned to turn the engine on.

"mh?" he looked at you softly, listening to you fully, his lips tugging up at the corner.

"can I stay at yours? my bed feels cold.." you added, justifying how you didnt just wanted to have your boyfriend to cuddle for a full night. definitely not.

"fcourse you can.." his head turned, pressing a kiss to your palm. he turned back to face the road, turning the car on, pulling out.

you looked. admired his profil, slowly your fingers traced his adam apple, you felt him swallow.

"something interesting there?" the corner of his mouth tugging up.

"Im lucky.." you said, fingers going down to his collarbone now. "the luckiest.."

"lucky? for what? having the nest boyfriend?" he chuckled, eyes still on the road, throwing you occasional glances.

"yeah.. the handsomest, most gentle, most toughtful and sexy boyfriend ever.." you chuckled, your fingers moved to move his hair out of the way, you leaned up to kiss his neck.

"Y/N!" his breath catched, caught offguard, he pushed you back slightly. "youre drunk baby, dont do that love" his hand found yours, thumb caressing the back of your hand, reassuring, present, loving.

he pulled over at the parking of his appartement, his hand let yours go, your hand followed his as he pulled back. he jogged around the car again to open your door.

"want me to pick up or youre gonna do your act of how youre an independent woman?" he teased, waiting.

you extended both arms, sign for him to pick you up wich he did immediately, a arm under your knee while the other was behind your back.

"comfortable love?" he pressed a kiss to your forehead softly.

you nodded, resting your head against his chest.

he closed his car and walked towatd the elevator. "youll want something to eat? ive got reese’s" he said, looking straight forward, acting innocent knowing they were your favorites.

"ofcourse I do!" you kissed his chin, the only thing within reach.

"my chin?" he rolled his eyes and kissed your lips before walking out the elevator. slowly, he slid you off his arm, making sure you could stand, he took his keys out and unlocked his door. pulling you in.

you let out a breath as he pulled you into the familiar appartement, your jacket hanging.

quickly, he locked his door and put your hair up in a messy bun, knowing how you hated having your hair in your face. "shower?"

you nodded no. "jersey.." you said yawning.

he chuckled, he sat you on the chair of his kitchen and walked out. he came back with his jersey, he helped you take you shirt and bra off, no touch feeling sexual or volunteer. he was just helping his girlfriend. yet he pressed a kiss at your cleavage. he put his jersey on you. "youre beautiful."

you smiled. "youre so cheesy."

"look at how bad Im treated! telling you how beautiful you are and you telling me im cheesy?" he stood you up slightly, sliding your skirt down.

"im a monster!" you teaseda, giggling, his knuckles tickling your thighs.

he turned around, filled a glass woth water and held it to you, as you picked it up he was alreasy searchinf the reese’s he promised.

your eyes lights up. you took one he handed you,

"but tomorrow, when youre sober. we re talking about how you need to slow down on drinking." he said, scolding but still soft.

"youre mad..?" you said while biting on the chocolate.

he rolled his eyes "so mad." he chuckled. he picked you up again, walking you to his bedroom, slowly, he layed you down on his bed.

your whole body relaxed and you stilled there a minute before sliding under the covers.

michael took his shirt off and slid next to you, his arm wrapping around your head, pulling you into his chest. instinctively, you threw a leg over his.

"good night.." you kissed his chin again. "thank you for tonight baby…" you added quietly.

"anytime, sleep now. your head will hurt enough tomorrow."

he kissed your forehead and you both went to sleep, curled up against each other.