drunk on you | found family au ⋆˚࿔
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summary: in which y/n is rarely clingy, but tonight she can’t seem to let go of garrett, and he finds himself loving every second of it.
notes: hi!! i'm so sorry for not posting in a few days, i've been incredibly busy! i hope you all enjoy, thank you so much for this request! 💌
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it starts with garrett receiving a message.
he’s sprawled on the couch at the hockey house, half-watching whatever logan has put on the tv, one arm slung over the back cushion while tucker argues with dean about something deeply stupid and entirely unimportant.
his phone buzzes once, then again. garrett glances down.
allie
come get your girlfriend. she's stressing me out
his brows pull together immediately. before he can reply, another message comes through.
sabrina correction. she’s stressing all of us out
then a photo. garrett opens it, immediately fighting the urge to laugh.
you’re tucked into the back booth of some loud bar, cheeks flushed pink, eyes glassy, smiling way too hard at the camera while clutching someone’s half-eaten fries like they’re precious cargo.
you look adorable.
you also look very, very drunk.
garrett stares at the photo for half a second before pushing himself upright. dean notices instantly. “what?”
garrett is already standing. “allie says y/n’s drunk.”
logan pauses. “drunk drunk?”
garrett shows them the photo. logan bursts out laughing, dean practically lunges forward. “oh, she’s gone.” tucker squints at the picture. “are those fries?”
garrett ignores them, calling allie. she answers on the first ring, already laughing. “how bad?”
allie snorts. “depends.”
garrett grabs his keys from the counter. “on?”
“how much patience you have.”
dean is already standing too. “we’re coming.”
garrett looks at him. “why?”
logan stands. “because this sounds entertaining.”
tucker shrugs, grabbing his hoodie. “and because if she’s really drunk, you’ll need help.”
garrett sighs, already knowing that arguing would be pointless. “fine.”
-
the second garrett steps into the bar, he hears you before he sees you. your laugh carries across the room, bright, loud, completely unfiltered. music pounds from overhead speakers, people are packed shoulder to shoulder around tables and booths, but garrett’s attention locks in immediately.
allie spots them first, relief immediately flooding her features, before amusement quickly follows. beside garrett, dean is already grinning, far too entertained by the situation before him.
garrett shoots him a suspicious look. “why are you smiling like that?”
dean claps a hand against his shoulder. “because this is going to be hilarious.”
“this will not be hilarious.”
“it really will.”
then garrett sees you. you’re sitting in a chair while sabrina crouches beside you, trying, and failing, to keep you still. your hands are moving animatedly while you tell some story that appears to be deeply important.
grace is trying not to laugh, sabrina looks exhausted, allie looks seconds from losing it again. suddenly you look up, spotting him. your entire face lights up, like the sun breaking through clouds.
“garrett!”
oh no.
that voice. that ridiculously happy drunk voice. every single person around you visibly braces. garrett barely gets two steps closer before you’re on your feet, launching yourself at him, fully.
he catches you instinctively with a quiet grunt, arms wrapping securely around your waist before either of you topple over. “easy.” your arms loop around his neck, before your hands move to hold his face.
garrett freezes, a smirk gracing his features, clearly entertained by your intoxicated state. you stare at him with intense concentration, like you’re studying something very serious. “you’re sooo handsome.”
logan chokes, dean fully loses it, tucker pinches the bridge of his nose like he physically can’t handle what he’s witnessing.
garrett closes his eyes briefly, then opens them again. “hi, baby.” you squint at him, focused. your thumbs brush his cheeks. “you have nice eyelashes.”
garrett blinks, “thank you.”
you keep staring, still holding his face. “like. really nice.”
he bites back a smile. “thank you, y/n.”
your expression changes so fast it gives him emotional whiplash. your face falls, devastation written plainly across your features. “i lost my bag.”
garrett goes still, immediate concern replacing his amusement. “what?”
before panic can properly settle in, sabrina lifts your bag. “i have it.”
you gasp, eyes widening, like this is the greatest miracle you’ve ever witnessed. “you found it!" logan folds over laughing, garrett exhales slowly.
right. okay, this was going to be a long night.
-
getting you out of the bar somehow proves to be harder than expected, mostly because drunk you has apparently decided walking is optional. garrett has one arm firmly around your waist, guiding you towards the exit. you’re leaning heavily into him, all of your weight, happy as can be.
“baby.” garrett adjusts his grip. “walk.”
you look up at him and smile dreamily. “no.”
dean nearly trips laughing, garrett shoots him a look sharp enough to kill, “you’re not helping.”
dean places a hand over his chest, dramatically feigning offence. “i’m being supportive.”
garrett deadpans, “of who?”
dean pauses, considering garrett's words, “good question.”
outside, the cool night air hits you. you blink slowly before tilting your head up towards the sky. for a second you go quiet, completely still. your gaze lingers on the stars scattered overhead, glowing softly against the darkness. you hum under your breath, “pretty.”
garrett glances down at you, noticing the way your features have softened. you look sleepy, content, like you're completely at peace. his chest tightens.
god.
he loves you. even like this, especially like this, ridiculous and clingy and completely unfiltered.
by the time you all reach the car, you’ve somehow gone limp again.
garrett stares. “seriously?”
you grin. “carry me.”
logan laughs so hard he has to grab the car door. garrett sighs as though he’s annoyed. he isn’t, he never could be. he simply slips an arm beneath your knees, lifting you effortlessly.
you beam, victorious. “thank you.”
“you’re impossible.”
“and pretty.”
he huffs, a smirk gracing his features. “that too.”
eventually garrett gets you settled in to the passenger seat. he leans over to buckle your seatbelt, immediately pausing. your fingers are in his hair, gently playing with the strands at the nape of his neck. his breath catches for half a second, his entire expression softening as he looks at you.
behind him, dean makes a dramatic gagging noise.
“oh my god.” allie smacks dean’s arm, sending him a glare.
garrett ignores both of them, eyes staying on you. “seatbelt first, y/n.”
you pout. “mean.”
he laughs quietly. “yeah?”
“you’re bossy.”
“only because you’re drunk.”
you narrow your eyes, like you’re deeply offended. “you smell nice.”
from the backseat, logan groans. “i cannot do this anymore.”
dean grins, clearly amused. “g’s trying so hard not to smile.”
garrett shuts the door, walking around to the driver’s side, muttering under his breath, “i hate all of you.”
logan leans forward from the back, “no you don’t.”
starting the car garrett responds, "yeah. i do.”
the drive back is chaos, absolute chaos. for exactly six seconds, the car is quiet, until you begin rambling. “do you guys remember when sabrina cried watching that military homecoming video?”
sabrina immediately groans from the backseat. “why is that your favourite story?”
you turn in your seat as much as the seatbelt allows, fully invested in the conversation. “because you cried for like ten minutes.”
“it was emotional.”
“you cried harder than me.”
“that is completely untrue.”
tucker snorts, dean grins. “i saw it. there were tears.”
sabrina gasps. “dean!"
garrett reaches over with one hand, gently guiding you back towards your seat before you twist too far. his hand settles lightly against your shoulder, his touch steady. “eyes forward, baby.”
you squint at him suspiciously before obliging and turning around to face the front. that lasts approximately ten seconds before you gasp, causing everyone to jump.
you twist again, offended, your tone accusatory. “grace stole my chips!"
grace stares at you, eyes wide with amusement, “you offered them!"
you point dramatically. “i offered some.”
logan laughs, dean is already losing it again. grace simply shakes her head, trying not to smile. “you were literally shoving them at me, y/n.”
you look deeply betrayed. “that’s not the point."
the car erupts into laughter again. you try to maintain the offended expression for a few more seconds, but grace is looking at you with barely-contained amusement, and you unfortunately crack.
a laugh slips out of you, quiet and warm before you mouth an exaggerated i love you in her direction. grace’s expression softens instantly, smiling and blowing you a kiss in return.
garrett can’t help the smile tugging at his mouth, even as he shakes his head in quiet disbelief at the chaos around him.
keeping one hand on the wheel, he reaches over with the other and gently guides you back into your seat, grounding you with the easiest kind of familiarity. “sit properly, y/n.”
you slump dramatically into your seat, sighing. “everyone’s against me.”
sabrina's voice sounds from the back of the car. “y/n, no one’s against you.” you pout, then sigh, before glancing sideways at garrett.
“my boyfriend is.” you bite your lip, refraining from laughing.
garrett raises a brow. “me?”
you nod solemnly. “you’re bossy.”
dean bursts out laughing. “she’s got you figured out.”
garrett doesn’t even spare him a glance, simply laughing to himself.
you stare at him, your face brightening. “you smell nice.”
logan groans loudly. “again?”
dean grins. “this is incredible.”
tucker shakes his head from the back. “i’ve never seen her this clingy before.”
allie smiles. “oh, no. she's going to get worse.”
logan glances at her briefly. “worse?”
allie smiles innocently, nodding in response. “much worse.”
-
by the time you get back to the hockey house, logan realises allie wasn’t exaggerating. if anything, she undersold it. the second garrett kills the engine, you turn towards him. “can you please carry me.”
garrett exhales. “baby.”
you blink at him, completely serious. “my legs are broken.”
tucker wheezes laughing, dean nearly folds in half. “legs broken is an insane excuse, y/n.”
garrett pinches the bridge of his nose before unbuckling his seatbelt. “your legs are not broken, y/n.”
you smile sweetly. “can’t prove that.” he stares at you for a second, before sighing, already knowing he’s losing this battle, again.
when he opens your door, you immediately lift your arms towards him, expectant, waiting. garrett just shakes his head. there’s no real annoyance there, just reluctant amusement.
he slides an arm beneath your knees and another around your back, lifting you effortlessly. you melt into him instantly, arms around his neck, cheek against his shoulder, content, safe.
“thank you.” your voice is softer now, sleepier. garrett’s hold tightens, “of course.”
as he carries you inside, dean calls after him, “captain’s down bad.”
garrett doesn’t even turn around. “shut up, dean.”
-
garrett barely makes it to the couch before sitting down with you still in his arms.
allie settles into the armchair beside the couch, clearly staying close in case you need anything, while grace and sabrina take the other end of the sectional.
across from them, dean and logan sprawl across the opposite couch, tucker lingering nearby with a half-open bag of chips in hand.
garrett reaches for the water bottle and painkillers allie had handed him. big mistake. the second he shifts even slightly, you crawl fully into his lap.
your arms rest around his neck, your face buried into his shoulder. garrett barely catches the water before it spills, his hand settling automatically on your back, slowly moving up and down.
you mumble into his neck, words coming out slightly muffled. “i missed you.” the room goes quieter, not silent, just softer, even dean pauses mid-comment, his grin fading into something more fond.
garrett’s hand slows, his fingers brushing gently through your hair. “yeah?”
you nod against him. “so much.”
his expression softens completely, every trace of amusement gone, replaced by something quieter, warmer. “baby, i was only gone for three hours.”
you pull back just enough to look at him, sleepy, earnest. “felt longer.”
allie grins from beside you, a knowing look on her features. she catches the tiny smile tugging at garrett’s mouth. “he loves it.”
logan huffs a laugh from across the room. “that’s disgustingly obvious.”
garrett doesn’t deny it, doesn’t even try.
everyone knows him too well, they can all see it. the way his entire body softens around you, the way one arm stays secure around your waist so you don’t slide off his lap, the way his other hand keeps brushing your hair back from your face.
the way he looks at you, like you hung the damn moon.
garrett lifts the water. “drink some.” you stare at the cup, eyes filled with suspicion, before shaking your head no.
“yes.”
“no.”
you keep glaring at the cup like it personally insulted you.
garrett blinks. “why?”
you frown, seriously. "too hard.”
garrett stares, “holding the cup is too hard?”
you nod, completely sincere. “right now? yes.”
garrett sighs softly, lifting the water bottle to your lips himself. you obediently take small sips. garrett waits, patiently, calmly. you finish the water, leaning back against him once more.
eventually, after enough teasing and dramatic commentary from dean, tucker and logan, garrett decides you’re done for the night.
you’re visibly wilting in his lap now, sleepy, heavy. your words come out slower, your movements softer. garrett can feel the way your body has relaxed completely against his, all loose limbs and warm weight. he rubs a hand slowly up and down your back, his voice coming out quiet, gentle. “you wanna head upstairs?”
you barely lift your head from where it’s tucked into his neck. “no.”
garrett smiles faintly. “yes.”
you make a small protesting sound. “mm' comfortable.”
god.
you’re half asleep and still clinging to him.
his hand slides beneath your thighs while the other supports your back. “c’mon, baby.”
you let out a tiny noise in protest as he stands, but your limbs wrap around him almost instantly, arms around his neck, legs around his waist.
logan grins from the couch. “godspeed, captain.”
dean raises his hand in a mock salute. “good luck, g.”
garrett rolls his eyes, shooting both of them an unimpressed look, though a small smile still tugs at the corner of his mouth.
nearby, allie watches from the armchair with a soft smile. despite all the chaos, despite all the teasing, there’s something sweet about this. the way you trust garrett completely, the way he takes care of you without hesitation, the way this has always been so easy with you two.
garrett carries you upstairs. your head is tucked against his shoulder, your breathing warm against his neck. by the time he reaches his room, you’re nearly asleep.
his room is quiet, still, dimly lit. the soft yellow glow from his bedside lamp spills warm light across the room, softening everything.
garrett carefully sets you down on the edge of his bed, you sway slightly and his hands immediately settle on your waist to steady you. “stay here.”
you blink up at him, sleepy confusion clouding your expression. “where are you going?”
garrett’s mouth twitches. “bathroom.”
your brows furrow. “why?”
“makeup wipes.” you stare at him for a second, processing his words, before nodding.
the makeup wipes had started as an accident. months ago, after one unexpected sleepover, he’d watched you standing in his bathroom trying to scrub mascara off with tissues and face wash.
the next day, garrett had bought makeup wipes, then moisturizer, then hair ties, then spare makeup remover, now everything lived permanently on the bathroom counter.
just for you.
he grabs the wipes and turns back towards his room, then stops, completely.
for one full second, his brain stops working. somehow, in the thirty seconds he’d been gone, you’d managed to undress.
your dress lay discarded in a soft heap on the floor. you’re sitting on the edge of his bed in nothing but navy blue lace underwear, slightly sleepy, completely unbothered.
garrett just stares, his throat suddenly dry.
god.
the navy fabric hugs softly against your skin, delicate lace tracing over your figure in a way that makes every coherent thought in his head evaporate. you notice his expression almost immediately, your sleepy face brightening.
“oh.”
you glance down at yourself, then back up at him. a smile spreads across your features. “i bought this the other day.”
garrett exhales, slowly, dangerously slow. his gaze lifts back to meet yours. “yeah?”
you nod. “do you like it?”
god.
the way you ask it. soft, open, sleepy, completely sincere.
his expression shifts instantly. beneath the initial shock, all he really feels is affection. maybe a little devastation.
you’re so beautiful it physically hurts sometimes. garrett steps towards you slowly. his voice lowers, soft, rough around the edges. “yeah, baby.”
his eyes stay locked on yours. “i really like it.”
your smile turns soft, melting under the warmth of his voice. for a second, neither of you move. the air feels heavier somehow, charged with desire. garrett’s gaze lingers, just for a second, admiring, appreciating. he drags his attention upwards once more. “you trying to kill me?”
you giggle, actually giggle. “maybe.”
he huffs a quiet laugh, helpless, gone for you, completely.
garrett reaches for his dresser and pulls out one of his old t-shirts before stepping closer towards you. “arms up.”
you obey immediately, sleepy and trusting. he carefully pulls the shirt over your head, gently guiding it down, careful not to mess up your hair. the fabric falls to your mid-thigh, swallowing you whole. his hands smooth the shirt down automatically, lingering for just a second at your hips. “better?"
you pout. “covered.”
he smiles, laughter escaping from his lips. “yes.”
“rude.”
“self-preservation.”
you laugh softly in response and the sound settles somewhere deep in his chest.
-
once you’re tucked against his pillows, garrett sits beside you with the makeup wipes, “c’mere.” you immediately scoot closer, close enough that your knees brush his thigh.
your eyes are already heavy with sleep. garrett’s chest tightens as he tilts your chin upwards gently. “let me take your makeup off for you quickly.”
you nod, smiling in admiration at him.
garrett works slowly, carefully. the wipe brushes gently over your skin, lifting away smudged mascara first, then eyeliner, then the faint traces of blush.
you stay perfectly still, quiet, simply just watching him.
garrett notices your gaze after a minute. “what?”
your sleepy smile returns. “nothing.”
his thumb brushes lightly along your jaw. “y/n.”
you lean into his hand, voice softer now, coming out barely louder than a whisper. “you’re taking care of me.” something warm settles painfully in his chest at your words. his voice drops, “always, baby.”
your expression shifts, softening in the way that always undoes him, like you’re seeing something in him no one else gets to. “you’re really nice.”
he smiles faintly. “you said that already.”
“still true.”
he finishes removing the last traces of mascara, reaching for your moisturiser. he rubs a little between his hands, gently smoothing it over your cheeks. your eyes flutter shut instantly, feeling yourself melt beneath his touch. “that feels nice.”
garrett laughs quietly. “yeah?”
“mhm.”
his fingers move slowly across your skin, gentle circles, careful strokes, until your whole body looks relaxed. when he’s done, he sets everything aside. you open your eyes just enough to look at him, before lifting your arms, wordlessly, asking.
garrett’s expression softens instantly, he slips into bed beside you. the second he does, you move, curling into him like you were made to fit there, arms around his middle, cheek pressed against his chest.
garretts arms close around you without hesitation. your voice is barely a whisper, half-asleep. “garrett?”
he presses a kiss into your hair. “yeah?”
you mumble against his shirt, words slurring slightly with sleep. “thank you for being patient with me.”
his chest aches, hand sliding slowly through your hair. "i'll always be patient with you, y/n.”
you smile sleepily. “even when i’m annoying?”
garrett laughs under his breath. “especially then.”
you hum, content, already drifting. “i love you.” the three words are soft, sleepy, unguarded, yet they hit him all the same.
garrett stills for half a second, his arms tightening around you in assurance. his lips brush your forehead, tender. “i love you too, baby.”
your breathing evens out not long after, slow, steady, fast asleep.
garrett lies there in the quiet, one hand moving slowly through your hair, listening to your breathing, feeling your warmth tucked against him, thinking about navy blue lace, makeup wipes in his bathroom, and the fact that somewhere along the way, loving you had become the easiest thing he’d ever done.
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