Clingy drunk!reader who the second a drop of alcohol enters your system you need to be attached to one of the boys.
They know you’ve nose dived past tipsy when you tip sideways and land your head in Gaz’s lap, a little too hard.
“Oof—!” Kyle flinches up for a second at the impact, “careful, honey.”
“Sorry,” you smush your cheek into his thigh, hand coming up to fumble around blind for his hand. When you finally find it you forcefully move it to be on your head.
He knows his cue, his hand moving to caress your head without your aid. You instantly melt further into him and hum in content.
John smirks in amusement and continues sipping from his beer, Johnny just smiles as Simon rolls his eyes fondly. They like to take bets on how many drinks you’ll go before succumbing to the clingy urges—tonight it was 5.
They let the silence linger for a while before Johnny breaks it. “Anyone want’a play cards?” He suggests smugly.
Kyle looks up from where he was playing with your hair to glare at him. You have a sort of drunken routine and Johnny knows the suggestion of cards will get you up off Kyle, and clinging to Johnny instead. All part of his master plan.
Right on time, you shoot off of Kyle, an excited look in your eyes.
“Yes! I’m on Johnny’s team.” You declare.
You loved being on a team with Johnny because most times when you played cards you were drunk off your ass and would not win, but Johnny was so good at cards it didn’t matter.
It was stupid because no one else was in teams…you just freeloaded off Johnny and bragged like you had won the game yourself, but the guys put up with it. It really wasn’t “put up with”…they would kill for you. Letting you brag about a card game was the least of what they’d do for you. Besides, they liked to see the smug smile and receive your teases.
Even if they did care, Johnny would force them to let it happen, because when you were checked out “winning the game,” you would wrap yourself around Johnny, trying to steal his warmth as he worked to win the game for you both. Which was a situation Johnny deemed more than enough payment for your freeloading.
So, you plopped down beside Johnny as he shuffled the cards, arms wrapping around his bicep and cheek smushing up into his shoulder. It made it incredibly hard for him to continue his shuffling, but he didn’t say anything.
Kyle was still glaring as he sat across the table and collected his cards.
“Siiiiii…can you get me another shotttt…” you mumble against Johnny shoulder. You strategically waited until he stood to join cards so that he would have to comply.
He would get you whatever you wanted even if he was halfway around the world, but you felt clever this way.
He just grunted and went to the kitchen, returning with a shot glass filled with a clear liquid.
Simon shared a look with John, a small tilt of his head and an approving look from John verifying that the glass indeed just contained water.
You took it with a chaser and were none the wiser.
You spent the rest of the game practically falling asleep on Johnny’s shoulder, only waking up once he won to bravely announce your victory. And as such, you got to choose the movie.
You play your favorite, the one that you’ve forced them to watch hundreds of time and they’ve never complained about, before jumping onto the couch and plopping your back against Simon’s chest.
He’s so expansive that he makes the best pillow. You can let all your muscles relax and he’ll wrap his arms around you and make sure you stay upright, leaving you able to make his bicep into your pillow. Plus he’s incredibly warm, so all around, he’s your favorite movie companion.
You spend most of the movie in a half-asleep, comfy, drunken daze until the end credit music wakes you back up.
You yawn a little and extract yourself from Simon, crawling the short distance into John’s lap. Your legs straddle him and you wrap your arms around his neck because you know he’ll carry you to your room. He might stall a little just to hold you longer but you don’t notice…or care.
Finally he stands, hands supporting you as he lifts you away. “Alrigh’, swee’heart…up we get. I got you.”
He shares one last fond smile with the boys before he takes you back to your room.
Drunk you might be a little closer to admitting your feelings for them than sober you is, so all things considered…they don’t hate when you’re drunk.
