#hungover

[spacevixenmusic]

Source: Girls Band Cry [2024]

[whatcruelworldisthis]

bleeding cuteness

pairing: seungmin x reader

warnings: cursing, hangover

genre: fluff. tooth-rotting.

word count: 822

summary: waking up in...felix's bed?

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you shifted, tired, not recognizing the mattress you were on, or who's back yours was to. you turned around to find a head of blonde hair stir, flushed and sleepy as he took you in. you felt seungmin's arm draped over your waist still lingering even though he was gone.

now what the hell were you doing in felix's bed?

his head fell to your shoulder and you closed your eyes, wondering if the dull throb in your head was really there. you sat up. it was there for sure.

"yongbokkie.."

"hm?" he hummed, voice thick with sleep. these boys always got the best sleep in the world. it was necessary. but not on this break.

"morning."

"morning."

he was wrecked from the drinks last night, all the singing, screaming.

"how do you feel?" you asked, squinting as the light filtered in.

his voice was gravelly; more than usual. "like shit."

"i think i feel the same."

you gathered that you were hungover. and if your body's memory was correct, the three of you had probably been so shitfaced last night that when you had found a bed (or the bed), you'd all just collapsed.

your real boyfriend walked in, holding a coffee and sporting a similar, but more awake expression. but he looked good. he always did. his hair was messy, but he'd changed into some clean sweatpants and a tank top that showed off the toned arms the world barely ever got to see. felix got to see them. you got to see them.

he smirked softly, showing off that bratty but never cruel face that you didn't just grow to love, but have always loved. he was your ult, you always said, no matter how ridiculous it sounded with time.

"seungminnie!" you rasped. "come here."

he set the coffee down with nothing more than a 'tsk,' and walked over, kneeling at your side. he stroked your hair back. felix stood up, and exasperated, said, "it's bled into my room now."

focus on seungmin, you remarked, "it's a shame you're up already, i always like watching you sleep."

"oh?"

"yeah, like in the most creepy way."

he raised his eyebrows. "right, well don't you ever think i would feel the same?"

"oh, baby i'm not cute when i sleep."

"whatever. i think you are. sometimes you're even pretty."

"woah, real smooth."

he stood. "get up, love. your coffee will be just the right temperature if you get ready now."

"aw.." your eyes lit up, or softened; whatever meant you were obviously head over heels in love, but not energized enough to shout it from a rooftop.

so you hugged him.

maybe your approach was awkward. his reaction sure made it seem that way.

"yah.."

you pulled off slightly.

"no, stay."

then he hugged you back. it was as if you'd forgotten what it felt like. it was one of the best feelings. you'd suddenly went from feeling dirty and hungover to feeling loved and, well, held.

he loved you. that's what it was.

you broke away after a good minute. "i'll get ready."

he nodded.

when you got to the bathroom, the mirror instantly greeted you with raccoon eyes. you must've been fucked up. you never slept in your makeup. well, not anymore since you'd found a damn near heaven-sent dream boy to keep you happy and taken care of. but he had been pretty far gone. he usually gets a cute amount of drunk.

you removed last night's makeup, brushed your teeth, moisturized and whatnot, then came out of the bathroom to go get your coffee. you were still in last night's clothes.

you met with your boyfriend smiling warmly while holding his. he was now wearing one of those zip up hoodies that didn't quite stay on his shoulder. he handed you a glass of water. "drink this first. hydrate a bit." you smiled back and followed.

after chugging that, you grabbed your coffee, trying it.

"wow, it really is the perfect temperature."

"is it how you like it?"

"yeah, it's perfect."

you took a few more careful sips. it was just hot enough that gulps would burn you. "you were so cute last night, blushing and all," you said to seungmin.

he smiled to himself.

"what even happened last night?" you mused, rubbing your temple. "there's no way i wasn't all over you."

"you definitely were."

"ha...well then why yongbok's bed? oh don't tell me..."

"i turned you down!" he stated. "it just...felt wrong. you actually got drunker than me if that's possible..."

"really?"

"100%."

"soooo why you in yongbok's bed? i know i felt your arm on me."

"i was drunk enough to be depressed by sleeping alone."

"THAT'S fair."

looking back, you must've really been out of it. his flush was actually all you remembered past 11pm.

his cuteness bled deep.

or his blood made his cuteness deep? something like that.

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Hangover coffee meet up… but that’s totally not Asami’s sweater.. 🤫

[buckyinmyuniverse]

hungover morning after, first time drunk in front of not-yet-boyfriend bucky

you wake up tangled in unfamiliar sheets that smell like him, with the distant scent of soap, coffee, metal, and — heartbreakingly — a little bit of you.

you squint one eye open. the light is merciless, slicing through the half-closed blinds. your brain feels like it’s trying to climb out of your skull using rusty garden shears.

and then it hits you — the sheets are too nice. the bed’s too big. the room smells too… bucky.

oh god.

you pry your face off the pillow and realize with horror that you are, in fact, in bucky barnes’s bed. and you are wearing — wait. is that his t-shirt? oh no. oh NO.

your memory plays a cruel little highlight reel:

you giggling on his couch, legs draped over his lap, slurring something about how his arms look like a snack.

insisting you were “totally fine to go home by yourself, i swear,” while trying to put your shoe on your hand.

him muttering “jesus, doll,” before just scooping you up, bridal style, no hesitation.

you poking his cheek and going “you’re so PRETTY it’s actually disgusting.”

you… oh god. you might have tried to kiss him. but missed. and kissed his jaw.

you bury your face back in the pillow with a groan.

“kill me now. seriously. assassinate me. put me outta my misery.”

from somewhere to your left, you hear a soft snort.

“morning, sunshine. how’s that head?”

you crack an eye open to find bucky standing in the doorway, hair wet from a shower, grey sweatpants slung low, holding two mugs. one glance at your expression and he tries — tries — not to grin. fails spectacularly.

he crosses the room and sets a mug on the bedside table.

“here. coffee. and water. and advil if you can keep anything down. how’s my favorite lightweight doing?”

you let out a muffled whine.

“i hate you.”

he laughs, low and warm, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“no you don’t. last night you said you loved me. like four times. then you tried to marry my toaster.”

you pull the blanket over your head.

“god, why didn’t you let me go home and die in peace?”

he peels the blanket back just enough to see your pouting face.

“because, sweetheart, you were very determined that my apartment was — and i quote — ‘more emotionally stable than yours.’ plus, you kept falling over. i wasn’t gonna let you crack your head open just because you’re stubborn.”

then he softens, brushing a knuckle along your cheek.

“besides… kinda nice having you here. even if you did snore.”

you groan again, hiding your burning face in his thigh. he just chuckles, hand sifting through your hair, thumb rubbing gentle circles against your scalp.

“hangover or not, doll — you can stay here as long as you want. bed’s always open to you.”

and maybe your stomach flips in a way that has nothing to do with the alcohol.

[esotericectasy]

I fell asleep with a full face of makeup smeared all over my face, dress from last night, and im hungover like I feel like I’m in an episode of skins