#drunk cuddling

[butchdiaz]

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14.8k – fluff, cuddling, getting together, 118 family shenanigans

or, five times buck and eddie cuddle drunk and one time they cuddle sober

“We’re tired, Buck. Let’s just –” He nods towards his bedroom, too tipsy and sleepy to use any further words, but Buck knows what he’s saying, their wordless communication a practiced art, and follows him into the bedroom. They get changed – Buck donning an old LAFD shirt that says DIAZ across the back – and settle into their sides of the bed without saying a thing, a not quite familiar step in the routine, but also not quite entirely new. They’ve shared a bed before. Eddie tries not to think about how it feels so different this time – the first time since he's realized what Buck means to him – because nothing’s really changed. Right? They lie there still for a little too long, bodies a carefully measured few inches apart. Eddie reaches for something to say, but he can’t find a thing, so he simply rolls over and turns off the lamp. The silence isn't uncomfortable, because nothing ever is with Buck, it’s just – uncharacteristic. Of Buck, especially. It’s not unlike Eddie to go quiet and retreat into his head when he drinks but drunk Buck? He would usually be rambling non-stop about medieval wine-making processes or something right about now. As if summoned from Eddie’s overthinking, Buck clears his throat, breaking the silence as easily as he broke down Eddie’s door all those months ago.  “Night, Eddie.” “Night, Buck.” Eddie whispers into the darkness. He listens to Buck’s breathing even out, feels his own eyelids get heavy. And maybe it's the lingering tequila in his blood, or maybe it’s the exhaustion tearing down all his walls of shoulds and shouldn'ts. Either way, he barely even thinks. He just rolls over and drapes a heavy arm across Buck's waist, like it’s muscle memory. The front of his knees press into the back of Buck's, and his nose brushes against the soft skin of his neck. Buck sighs and practically melts in his arms, and before he knows it, Eddie’s falling asleep faster than he has in years.

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[hemuchang]

dwunk

[cloudysunflowr]

🇨🇱FELICES FIESTAS PATRIAS!!🇨🇱

Ya paso el 18 pero— 🤷🏽🕺🏽🎉

Creo que Aiden va gustar mucho el Moto con Huesillo— especialmente por el durazno adentro LSXKDKZK

Si tiene fruta va a comer como loco—

I MAY BE LATE FOR THE 18TH BUT NOT FOR THE CELEBRATION!!! HAHA!!!! HAPPY PATRIAS FOR ALL MY CHILEAN HOMIES~!!!

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[autisthottygoth]

Hua Cheng making sure gege never wakes up from a nightmare to believing he's back in that fucking coffin. Hua Cheng always keeping a couple of butterflies flitting around the bedroom for light so that the room is never entirely pitch black. Hua Cheng opening the windows at night so the sounds of the city or the sounds of frogs or birds are always coming through so it's never dead silent. Hua Cheng making sure the bed has the softest pillows and mattresses and blankets so Dianxia never wakes up on something hard. Hua Cheng holding Dianxia through the night so he never wakes up feeling alone.

[imfinereallyy]

“It's like watching a car crash.” Steve snorts, watching Robin try to flirt with the girl at the bar.

Eddie glances at their best friend and lets out a soft laugh. “Yea, it is. But you can't judge babe.”

Steve gives him a scandalized look. “What's that supposed to mean? I thought you loved bitchy me.”

Eddie kisses his temple, “Oh, I do. It's just you were just as bad with me.” He nods at Robin and the goth girl she's flailing over.

“I was not!”

Eddie lets out a cackle. “Yes, you were. You flirted way too hard. I thought you were mocking me. You stumbled over your words when I called you cute—which made you even cuter—and I had to make the first move in the end in my van.”

Steve grumbles, “But I was smooth after that.”

Eddie swoops Steve in his arms and pushes him against the bar. He whispers in his ear real low, “Oh big boy, you were very smooth after. Gotta say that's the quickest anyone's got me into bed.”

Steve shakes his head laughing, but Eddie can tell he got a bit worked up. “Eddie I'm the only one who's got you into bed.”

“Hmmm, and you've ruined me for everyone.” Eddie squeezes Steve’s hips. Steve breaks and attacks Eddie’s lips with his own. Eddie moans openly into his mouth.

“God, I hope she gets her number soon. Can't wait to get you back into that bed.” Steve purrs.

They are both broken from their trance when they hear a crash. They turn their heads to find Robin profusely apologizing to the guy whose drink she knocked out of his hand.

Eddie snorts, “Okay, yea. You’re right. She's worse. It's like watching a train wreck.”

Steve puts his head on Eddie’s shoulder and laughs. “Yea, but she's our train wreck.”

They look at her fondly when Eddie says, “That she is.”

[fishy-lava]

genuinely I think one of my favorite Ai Di moments is (all of them) when he drunkenly shows up at Zongyi's house (whom he does not actually know) breaks in by removing the fucking doorknob says hi to Zongyi on his way past and then flops into ZeRui's lap and refuses to get up like not only was it fucking hilarious but I really feel it encapsulates his personality quite well

[averyakuma]

you did it! :D

Could I ask for a Husk x Reader one-shot where Reader finds Husk completely drunk in the hotel bar, and so that he doesn't get in trouble they decide to take him to his room where they have a cute intimate moment with him? Maybe talking nonsense he wouldn't say sober, or Reader confessing their interest in him? Whatever seems best to you is fine!

I’m so glad!! Of course I’d love to! I absolutely love this idea, hope you like the prompt :]

Just so you know, the misspelt words imitates how husk is drunk talking, if that makes any sense 🫢

Busy

Pairing - Husk X gn! Reader

Tags - fluff, drunk/sleepy husk, snuggles 🫢

A/N - Live laugh love husk!!

You finished up the last things off your checklist, you sigh with tiredness when you checked off the last thing for the day. Finally!! You could finally get some rest.

As you prep your things for tomorrow, you heard a little groan from the bar, it was Husk. You went over to see Husk drunk from drinking 3 bottles of whiskey. His head was lying on the table, eyes closed. “Husk! What did you do?” You exclaimed. Husk peeked his eyes to figure out it’s just you. He sighed, knowing it was just you.

He mumbled, “I have a shitty life..” you stiffen back slowly turn loose, sighing a little. You sat on the chair next to him, patting his back. “Don‘t we all? It is hell, we all have committed some sort of sin.” You sighed again, looking down at the counter. His head was still lying upon his arms. There was an awkward amount of silence between the two. He groaned and rubbed his eye, “I just.. had a bad day, you know how it is with Alastor..”

You frowned at the fact Alastor owned his soul, and he probably got reminded Alastor can harm him any second. “Do you want to talk about it?” You leaned in closer to his face. He turned his head to you, tediously looking at you. “No.. maybe later if I feel like it..” he groaned. You saddened at the thought that he didn’t trust you enough to go into further detail, but understood anyway.

There was another moment of silence, you both just sitting next each other. It wasn’t awkward, it felt comforting in a way, looking at each other with tired eyes. “How about this.. let’s go get ready for bed, we both need it.” “No..” he turned down the offer. “I’ll help you get ready for bed, how about that?” You replied. You stood up, holding a hand out for him to grab. He was hesitant at the offer, rethinking the offer.

It was indeed true, both of you were tired, thirsting for rest. “Alright.. but your lukcy I’m letting this slide, I woaldn’t- I wouldn’t let this happen with anyone else.” He yawned in his deep, monotone voice. Your heart fluttered at his comment, smiling warmly at him. Husk grabbed your hand, legs shaking a little. You noticed this, making him wrap his arm around your shoulder.

You both slowly walked up the stairs, gradually getting to the hallway. His eyes were droopy, there were small moments of him just mumbling about random stuff or just sleep talking. You thought it was funny how he was just talking about the most random or out of context things, chuckling at some of them. “I definitely… think that Charlie and Vaggie are dating.”

It was obvious that they were deep lovers, you giggled, “oh yeah?” He nodded at your reply. “You know who’s Vaggie thoufh rifght? Sounds like vagina.” He hiccuped. “Yes I know who Vaggie is, and don’t say that, that isn’t nice at all.” You snickered. You guys both arrived to his room, setting him down on his bed.

You helped him change into his pajamas, untying his tie, taking off his hat, while he rambled about how he does some of his magic tricks. You couldn’t help but ruffle his hair on top of his head. “Your so fluffy..” you stated. You unintentionally leaned closer to his face, memorizing his face. He quickly noticed this, pulling you closer with his wings.

His wings opened as they surrendered around you, making you a couple of inches away from his face. You widen your eyes, making eye contact with him. “Husk..” you mumbled. “Yuo wanna say rhat agani?” He groaned. “Alright alright handsome little cat, time to go to bed.” You teased.

You tucked him into bed and was about to go, until you felt a grasp on your wrist. You turned around to see husk weakly looking at you. “Can you at leats stay the nihgt?.. in my bed” He grumbled. You both slightly blushed at the comment, you smiled and agreed to sleep in bed together. You excused yourself to your room to change in your pajamas, shortly returning to his room.

You snaked yourself through the sheets, making yourself comfortable. Husk quickly turned to face you, glancing at your figure. “Nice pajmaas..” “why thank you, well Goodnight Husk.” You replied, closing your eyes. Within a blink of an eye, husk wrapped his wings around you, making you closer to him, he wrapped his arms around you, snuggling closer.

You were stunned by his action, but didn’t complain. Maybe it’s because he’s drunk I guess, you thought as you hugged him back. “Goodnigth…” he replied. He fell asleep quickly, while you were wide awake, hugging his head as his head was snuggled in your chest. You thinking about something..

“Hey husk? I- I..” you stuttered upon your words. You didn’t know if you should tell husk now or later, maybe it was better to tell him when he wasn’t drunk. “Never mind, it’s okay, I’ll tell you later..” you snuggled closer to him, ruffling his fur.

Deleted scenes!

- Angel Dust was still awake in his room, bored out of his mind. He decided to take a quick walk around the hotel. He did so, getting a drink at the bar. As he was walking back to his room, husks door was creaked open. He took a peak inside, he found you and Husk cuddling each other, lightly snoring. He smirked, “oh yeah they are definitely dating.”

-The Next day arrives, the red light of the sky shines in. Husk slowly wakes up, gaining consciousness. He finds himself wrapping his wings around you, cuddling you while your still asleep. “How the fuck did this happen.” He sat up in bed and looked around his room, looking if anybody did this. He then looked at you, softening his gaze, sighing and mumbling, “I mean.. I’m not complaining about it anyway..”

AGGHDHFJDFHEHD HOPED YOU LIKED IT!

[bisexualmultifandommess]

Love the idea of anytime Bofur gets really drunk after meeting Bilbo his go to drunk action (we all have one) is to just grab hold of Bilbo and cuddle with him all night while the others still bring him drinks. Bilbo is just content to lean back against his chest and enjoy the cuddles.

Someone walks over and tells Bofur he needs to get up to do something and he just grumbles. Fili and Kili were in hysterics laughing when Bofur ended up accidentally telling Thorin to fuck off because he didn’t notice it was him when Thorin asked him to do something. Bilbo is trying not to laugh while the others are laughing their heads off and Thorin is rolling his eyes but doesn’t take it personally because he’s happy his company are enjoying themselves when they have such a tough road ahead of them.

[meneatyoghurt]

Sam's picture of Luke on his lap at the wedding 😁

I'm going to guess everyone was quite merry by that point.

[sunflowerdigs]

I keep imagining the Avengers bursting into the citadel at the end of time in a righteous fury because they assume that Loki is up to no good, only to find him and Mobius making banana pancakes for "breakfast" and slow-dancing around their kitchen to Kokomo by the Beach Boys.

[butchdiaz]

picked up drunk cuddling wip for the first time in MONTHS tonight. and i actually wrote in it. never thought she'd see the light of day (ao3) but its looking like she just might!

[dirtytransmasc]

totally don't imagine little Aegon, maybe 7 or 8, playing with his toys while Sunfyre watched on, pouncing on castles carved from stone and gnaws on little wooden soldiers.

don't imagine him play-fighting with his boy. Aegon and his training sword fighting against the merciless beast that is his little golden fledgling, gently attacking playful claws and flapping wings and nipping beak, parrying when the dragon gets too close. or Sunfyre finally tackling his boy, mocking dragonfire when he screeches in his face, before nuzzling his boys cheek.

don't imagine them curling up in the sun, out in the grass or in a windowsill. Sunfyre spreading his wings over his boy to bask in the light, burying his face in the warmth of the crook of Aegon's neck.

don't imagine the hatchling perching on his bonded's shoulder. don't imagine Aegon sneaking to see him when he was sad or angry. don't imagine Sunfyre crying out in distress, restless in his den when he could feel Aegon's distress but could not get to him

don't imagine the fledgling finding his way to Aegon's window, sneaking in and curling up next to the boy as he laid drunk and miserable, coping as he wrapped around him. don't imagine him perching on the roof of Aegon's chambers, crying to him when he got too big to enter.

don't imagine his sweet little chirps and songs. don't imagine Aegon's little giggles and chuckles. don't imagine the nuzzling of white hair or the scratching. don't imagine them being happy

[butchdiaz]

woke up with violence in my heart apparently. this fic has been so fluffy up to this point What am i doing!

[firesnap]

Genuine question - is what George did really that bad? People generally don't ask for verbal consent to cuddle, especially not when the other person has positive body language that shows they're into it... I mean fuck, I guess that would mean I've assaulted my boyfriend hundreds of times at this point because I just go up to him and hug him or cuddle him

// tw sa

You know your boyfriend. You know what his level of comfort is and your relationship. I'm assuming the first time you met your boyfriend in person you did not immediately start touching him without asking him.

I'm assuming your boyfriend was not also incredibly intoxicated and in a hotel room at a convention. It doesn't matter if they have "positive body language" when they're drunk.

I'm assuming you also didn't put your hand up his shirt and rub and tickle on his bare skin that first time you met him.

It was not just a cuddle. It was groping and tickling. It was the fact that she was young person who had never been around these people, in the hotel room of the two most famous people at the convention, and drunk. Any one of those things should have been enough for him to realize he should keep his hands to himself.

[natjennie]

ohhh my god... im sobbing. I cant watch fantasy high when the gummy hits it's too much. the beautiful kinship when fig prays for the first time in her life to kristen's god, and kristen joins her on her knees. "am I doing this right, do we do this?" kneeling and hands clasped. a thumbs up and earnest smile, tears in her eyes as she joins you. I don't know what I'm doing, and every force in my life up to this point has been about the power of disobeying, about lack of structure and embracing chaos. but I'd learn for you. what is doubt if not the source of rebellion. I will attempt piousness for you. I will focus my efforts on the divine, for you. I will become a servant in your honor, because we're friends and I love you. can anyone hear me.

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

Drunk fucking