How HSR men act when they are drunk
pairings : Phainon, Dan Heng, Mydei, Anaxa, Blade, Sunday x m!reader (all separate)
summary : Your boyfriend got drunk while he was out with his friends, now you were tasked with picking him up to bring him home.
tags : fluff, x male reader, established relationship(s), a little angsty in Phainon's (?), alcohol consumption, comfort, they're all kind of clingy, mentions of being shirtless/half naked (Blade, Mydei, Sunday), a little suggestive but not really (Blade, Anaxa)
word count : 3.8k
a/n : some of them might be a little ooc, I'm still practicing writing for most of these guys
Also guys reminder my requests are open pls send me requests......
This man will NOT shut up about you when he's drunk. Everyone around him is exhausted, the only thing he's talking about is how much he misses his beloved.
He's not a lightweight, but he doesn't have a high tolerance either. So he was completely gone about halfway through the night.
He was sobbing into Mydei's shoulder about how handsome his lovely boyfriend was and how lucky he was. Mydei was about ready to throw him out of the nearest window.
When you finally arrived to pick him up, he was a babbling mess, clinging onto you the entire time. He would have probably jumped into your arms if he wasn't too heavy for you to carry him.
"Y'er so... handsome," he giggled, pressing his face into the crook of your neck while you fumbled with the keys to your apartment. It wasn't exactly easy to take something out of your pocket when you had an oversized, human puppy clinging to you from behind.
When you finally managed to open the door, you practically had to drag him inside and push him onto the bed. He whined slightly at the loss of contact and looked at you with his signature pouty face, though he didn't seem to make any move to get up.
"Don't leave..." he mumbled and reached his hand out towards you. How could you say no to that man? He knew very well what effect he had on you, yet even in his drunken state he seemed to act clueless about it.
"I'll be back in a moment, Phai," you reassured, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to his flushed face. He took the opportunity and grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer again to place his lips on yours. His kiss was sweet, loving and gentle. He always was. Still, he needed to drink some water or he'll be whining about a headache the next morning.
You pulled away from him again and quickly left to the kitchen before he could grab hold of you again. After you got a glass of water, you returned to see him facing the wall while tightly glutching your pillow against his chest.
"Phai?" You asked, placing the glass down and gently placing your hand on his shoulder. His head perked up immediately and you noticed the way his eyes lit up.
"Hi.." He sat up and pulled you closer to him again. His grip on you was tight, but not to the point it could hurt you.
A comfortable silence settled as he just held you close on his lap, his face snuggled into your chest while your hand playing with the soft white strands of his hair.
After a few minutes of silence, you felt his body tremble slightly, a quiet sob eliciting from his chest. Your hand froze. He was always a bit more emotional than usual when he was drunk, but you didn't expect him to start crying.
"Phai?" You moved your hand under his chin and lifted his head up. There were soft tears staining his cheeks.
"I-I love you..." He sobbed softly. Your eyes softened slightly and you pressed a kiss to his forehead.
"I love you too, my dear," you laid down on the bed with him, his face still pressed into your chest.
"Promise.. to stay?" His voice sounded more vulnerable than usual.
"Of course, always," you reassured again and tightened your hold on him. He stayed quiet for a few more minutes before you felt his body relax against you, a sign he had finally fallen asleep. Although, because of how his arms, and even his legs, were wrapped tightly around you, there was no way you would be able to leave now. Not that you wanted to anyway.
Dan Heng getting drunk was a... rather rare occasion. He likes to drink, don't get me wrong, he just doesn't get drunk easily.
On the rare occasion that he does though, he'll stare at you like you're the most beautiful man in all of existence. There's this soft look of fondness in his eyes and it feels like he becomes unaware of the world around him.
Although, he also tends to get a lot more bold and talkative when he's drunk. The normally laid-back and quiet vidyadhara might even get the confidence to flirt with you while others are around.
When he got drunk while out with March and the Trailblazer, they seemed surprised how much he suddenly started talking. Especially about you. He was normally a bit secretive about your relationship , but now he was confidently rambling about your small habits he loved or about things you had done on dates with him with a fond look in his eyes.
Once you finally showed up to bring him home, his eyes lit up immediately when he saw you. You stepped closer to him and leaned down, pressing a kiss against his cheek. A sober Dan Heng would have just blushed slightly at most, but now he went after you to peck you on the lips.
You didn't have to drag him, despite his unsteadiness on his feet. He was holding onto your hand tightly as you brought him back to his room and handed him a glass of water to sober up.
"[name]?" He said quietly after staring at you for a few moments.
"You're really handsome," he declared, as if it was a fact he had read in one of the many data bank entries he had memorised.
You blinked a few times before chuckling in response and leaning closer to him. The fond but slightly clueless look on his face, as if he was analysing you, was adorable.
"You are too, my love." Your response brought a soft chuckle out of your boyfriend and he placed his arms around your waist. His normally rather cold body was now radiating heat due to the alcohol cursing through his system.
Time felt like it slowed down for a few moments as Dan Heng rested his head against your chest and seemingly just listened to the way your heart was beating in your chest. A soft, steady rythm. You embraced the vidyadhara as well and simply let him stay like that until you felt the tension in his body slowly vanish. He had drifted off to sleep while standing up, sadly, not the first time this had happened.
One time you had caught him sleeping while standing in front of one of the computers in the data-bank of the express. It surprised you that he hadn't fallen over, maybe it was a vidyadhara thing to be able to fall asleep standing, you made a mental note to ask him about it.
For now, you carefully lifted him into your arms and brought him over to the mattress and blanket he labelled as his bed. He looked so peaceful like this, his eyes shut softly and his chest rythmically rising and falling with each breath he took. The sight brought a smile to your face as you took off his coat to make it more comfortable and then tugged him in.
"Goodnight, my love," you whispered, gently pressing a kiss against his forehead and lying down next to him. He would probably be embarassed about all of this in the morning, especially once March and the Trailblazer start to tease him about all the things he had told them.
Typically, Mydei was quite stubborn when it came to showing affection for you. Even more so when there were other people around that might see him acting all soft and cheesy. He had to keep up his image of being a strong, fearful, kremnoan after all.
"There is no word for being 'soft' in the kremnoan language." He'd claim with a huff, though the blush on his cheeks was always quite evident and difficult to miss.
However, when he was drunk that was a completely different scenario. The high and mighty prince of kremnos was no more, instead he would stare at you with furrowed eyebrows whenever you would refuse a kiss, even with his friends around. It was honestly a sight to behold, him suddenly refusing to leave your personal space and seemingly becoming even more dense than he usually was.
Phainon had been the one to inform you that your beloved boyfriend was trying to start a fight in the bar they were in, all just because he thought he had heard someone make a rude comment after he mentioned you. (They were involved in a totally different conversation at the table beside them and were frankly quite confused when this random guy began throwing threats a them.)
When you had arrived, Phainon had tried his best to explain the situation, while Mydei kept insisting he had "defended your honor".
You sighed as you pulled him out of the bar, luckily he wasn't trying to resist coming with you.
"They were sayinggg bad stuff," he slurred, "so.. I defenDed your honor. Are you proud?" He looked so smug as he said that. You seriously wondered how he managed to sound so full of himself sometimes.
When you finally arrived home, Mydei stubbornly sat on the edge of the bed with his arms crossed. You had told him to go to sleep, but apparently that was beneath him.
"I do not require rest," he commented. You sighed for the probably tenth time that night and stepped closer to him, your hands on your hips as you looked down at your boyfriend.
"Your hangover is just going to be even worse tomorrow morning if you don't get some rest." He huffed, turning his head away. Did he plan on fighting off the upcoming hangover like he did his foes? Seriously, he lacked all rational thinking whenever he was drunk or when he was hanging out with Phainon.
"Please?" If demanding didn't work, you would just have to try... a 'different' method. You leaned in closer and pressed a soft kiss against his neck, then against his cheek.
"For me?" You fluttered your eyelashes at him and watched as his face slowly but surely became as red as the markings on his body.
"Fine," he muttered under his breath, avoiding eye contact. Shy Mydei was one of your favourite things in the world.
"But- only because I love you," he slurred the 'I love you' at the end, sounding almost a bit timid as the words fell off his tongue. You couldn't help but chuckle softly as you left to get ready for bed yourself.
Once you came back, Mydei was already laying in your shared bed with a chimera plushie hugged close to his bare chest. So much for the intimidating warrior he had acted as only a few moments prior.
You climbed into bed beside him and laid down with your back facing him. It didn't even take a full minute when a pair of strong, muscular arms wrapped around you from behind and your beloved pressed his face against the back of your neck.
"Do you love me too?" He mumbled quietly.
"Good..." You smiled softly as the two of you drifted off into sleep. He was definitely going to pretend none of this happened by the time he woke up.
Anaxa was an arrogant and proud man. He was aware of that. You were aware of that. Most others were aware of that. It was one of the few many reasons why he had such a large number of people that opposed him.
That fact didn't change when he was drunk. He gained more confidence anytime he had a bit too much alcohol running through his system, which wasn't necessarily a good thing. If "the great performer" gained more courage to speak his, already difficult to understand, mind, chaos was sure to follow.
He had stood up on one of the tables in the bar and began proudly explaining some of his latest research result before he started to ask random people the most absurd questions. Anytime they gave him a response that did not satisfy him, he would bring uo your name and how you surely would have known how to reply.
When Hyacine and Phainon attempted to get him off the table, he tried to pull out his gun (which Phainon had luckily taken from him beforehand) to fend them off.
"You are not [name], onlY he has.. *hic* permission to touch me," he declared and stumbled backwards before falling off the table- right into your arms, to his luck.
Hyacine had contacted you a few moments prior and pleaded for you to pick up the professor. Now you stood here, holding the infamous blasphemer in your arms like a damsel in distress.
He glared at you before realising it was his beloved holding him. A scoff left the scholar as his arms wrapped around your neck and he leaned his head to your chest, something he would usually never dare to do while others were watching. Anaxa quickly started rambling about how everyone in this bar was 'utterly unreasonable', while you carried him out, waving a quick goodbye to a worried-looking Hyacine.
He kept rambling about his theories and how no one understood what he was saying all the way back home to your shared apartment.
Once you were there, you gently placed him down on the bed and started to help him get changed. He was still rambling. It was always quite surprising to you how much he could talk at times, you weren't even responding most of the time.
After you had finished changing his clothes, you sat down beside him and placed a hand on his thigh.
"If they just tried to view things my way then-" Anaxa was cut off when you suddenly leaned in and pressed a kiss against his lips. The scholar was caught off guard, his face slowly turning red as his eyes stayed focused on your lips.
"Hmph," he scoffed, typically he would give you a snarky response or tell you not to interrupt him, but now he just quietly leaned in a bit. He clearly wanted you to kiss him again.
You smiled softly as you pressed your lips against his again and carefully pushed him down onto the bed so that you were on top of him. You admired the way his hair was slightly messed up now and the soft blush spread across his face, paired with the somewhat pouty expression he had.
"Sleep," you said, laying down next to him and tugging him closer to your chest. You could hear him grumble something incoherent as he relaxed in your arms.
Blade wasn't a man of many words, he preferred to keep most of his thoughts to himself. He wasn't particularly quiet about your relationship, however. He made sure others knew he had a boyfriend, especially if they looked at him weird; he'd glare at them saying "I have a boyfriend." and watch with amusement as they walked away.
When Blade got drunk, however, he would be even more open about it. He still wouldn't speak any more than usual, but as soon as you showed up after Kafka called you to pick him up, he decided that you should sit on his lap instead of standing beside him.
To say he was a bit clingy when drunk was an understatement, he refused to let you get up from his thighs and instead kept his face buried in the back of your neck. His grip on you was tight, but not too tight to the point it was hard for you to breathe.
"Seems like Bladie is feeling a bit clingier than usual," Kafka commented in an amused tone. Meanwhile, you gently traced your fingers over your boyfriends hand. He hummed in response and slightly tightened his hold on you. Since it didn't seem like you'd be able to get up any time soon, you instead decided to chat with Kafka and Silver Wolf for the time being.
Some time later, Blade finally softened his hold on you a little, leaning closer to your ear.
"Home..." He said, his voice slightly hoarse. The sound and vibration of his chest sent a shiver down your spine.
You got off of his lap and took hold of his arm so he wouldn't bump into anything or anyone on his way out. You waved a goodbye to the other two stellaron hunters before directing your attention to the man practically glued to your side.
"You okay?" You asked, though the look on his face made you feel a bit nervous. His eyes were focused on you and you alone, drowning out everything else around him. He was always a bit hard to read, but now it felt even more difficult than usual.
You sighed in relief when you finally arrived home, taking off your shoes and guiding Blade to your shared bedroom. You turned around for a moment to get your pyjamas out of your closet, when you felt Blade's strong arms wrap around your waist from behind, and soft kisses being pressed against the exposed skin on the back of your neck. You chuckled a little, his bangs were tickling you.
However, when you suddenly lifted you off the ground and tossed you on the bed, you certainly felt startled. Even more so because you now realised he had removed his shirt and the only thing left were the bandages on his body.
"Blade what-" You were cut off as he pressed a kiss against your neck And another, and another. It wasn't rough or needy or anything, it was soft and loving, careful.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down against you, feeling the weight of him press you down into the mattress as he finally stopped pouring his love for you out against your skin. He relaxed his tense muscles and closed his eyes, feeling the way your fingers ran through his hair in a calming manner.
"Mmm..." He sighed, rolling onto his side and pulling you on top of him. You could tell by the way he was holding onto you that you certainly would not be able to get up again to get changed. His chest was way too comfortable for that anyway.
"Hm.. Goodnight, Bladie," you mumbled, but the only response you could hear was the soft sound of his steady breaths.
Sunday didn't drink often. Partially because he was a lightweight, partially because he always seemed to embarass himself when he got drunk.
Like the one time he had thought you were planning to break up with him just because you got up to use the restroom. Or that other time when you were still living in penacony together and he had attempted to sing one of Robin's songs while intoxicated. He wasn't that bad of a singer usually, but when you had shown him the video of his singing the next day, he would have preferred to crawl into a hole and never come back out again.
He was only planning to spend some time in the party car with the other nameless, but had seemingly gotten carried away and drank one too many glasses of alcohol. Now, he was lying face down on the ground, having tripped over his own feet in an attempt to get up and go to the room you two shared. The Trailblazer had taken a picture of him and sent it to you, telling you that your "princess needs saving".
So, now you were standing over your boyfriend who still wasn't moving. You heard March mumble something along the lines of "is he dead?". He certainly looked the part. With a sigh, you kneeled down and poked one of his wings.
"Uh.. huh..?" Sunday tried to raise his head, though, much to his dismay, his head was definitely spinning too much for the halovian.
"[name]...?" He muttered, trying his hardest to focus his vision onto one of the multiple images of you he was seeing. You almost laughed at the dazed, confused look on his face.
"Let's get you to bed, Sunny," you mumbled. You bent down and carefully scooped him up into your arms, so that you were now carrying him bridal style, before you left to bring him to your sleeping chambers. He was clinging to your neck the entire way and staring at you as if he was trying to decipher some secret code hidden within your eyes.
Once you arrived at your room, you brought him inside and set him down on the bed. Knowing him, he would probably still insist on getting fully changed into his pyjamas.
You made your way over to the closet and opened it, taking out a baby blue pyjama. It's fabric was soft and silken to the touch. You were about to turn around when you heard a crash behind you, spinning on your heel.
Sunday was laying half on the bed, half on the ground, his head and arms stuck in the confines of his shirt. He seemed to have tried to remove it himself but gotten a bit... tangled up.
"Oh dear," you put the pyjamas back down on a chair next to you and walked over to Sunday, helping him sit up straight again. He was often a little disoriented when drunk, so this was no surprise to you.
You gently removed his shirt and the rest of his clothes til he was left in only his underwear. He was so out of it he didn't even seem to register being almost fully naked in front of you- not that you would mind. You had seen him naked multiple times already. Sunday would just typically get quite flustered over something like this.
After you finally managed to help him put on his pyjamas and made sure he had drank one glass of water, you finally laid down on the bed with him. You put on the tv in your room since you were yet to feel sleepy. There was a random cartoon running at the moment.
The little bird featured in the cartoon had happily picked up a cake from a bakery and was now escorting it back home, when someone bumped into it, causing it to drop the cake. The little bird's expression dropped and it started to mourn the cake splattered on the ground now.
Apparently the scene felt quite emotional to your boyfriend in his drunken state, seeing the poor bird grow all sad made tears form in Sunday's eyes.
"I-it was so.. happy about the cake," he said, sniffling quietly. You deadpanned upon realising that he was crying and hurriedly turned off the tv.
"Alright, enough tv for tonight..." You pulled Sunday's head into your chest and turned off the lights.
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