#drunk prompts

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Silly drunk dialogue

Can also be under the influence of other stuff.

"Oh, look at the stars! Ursa Major… so beautiful!" "We're inside. Those are just ceiling lights."

"Please don't leave me!" "I'm just going to the toilette." "Can I come with you?"

"My arm is floppy. I'm like a puppet."

"Can you be my girlfriend?" "I already am." "Oh, lucky me!"

"Let’s go play baseball!" "Your shoulder is dislocated, maybe not right now."

"You look almost as pretty as this moon." "That's a street lamp." "And you're almost as pretty."

"Have you ever thought about penguins? I think we should think more about penguins."

"You have a stupid face and it's my favourite one to stare at."

"I will definitely remember this tomorrow! How could I ever forget?" *doesn't remember anything in the morning*

"Oh, I think we haven't met before." "We have been in a relationship for five years now."

"You should go, otherwise I'm doing something stupid. Like kissing you or falling asleep on the bathroom floor."

"Let's get you home." "Oh, mine or yours?" "Ours." "Oh, wow!"

"I'm totally, absolutely, not at all drunk at all. Like... at all."

"Why are you all laughing? That is not very nice. I haven't even told my joke yet."

"How many drinks did you have?" "Yes, yes I am."

"You are too beautiful for me." *starts crying*

"Why are you undressing?" "Because it's hot! And I'm hot!"

*starts singing a remix of all their favourite songs*

*then starts crying, because their own voice is too beautiful*

[wolvietxt]

drunken confessions prompt list

when too much alcohol loosens their tongue

🌀 leaning heavily on your shoulder, they slur, “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to kiss you,” and you freeze, unsure if they mean it or if it’s just the alcohol talking.

🌀 they’re giggling uncontrollably, cheeks flushed, when they suddenly blurt out, “you know, you’re the only person who makes me this happy.” the laughter fades, replaced by an earnest gaze that’s hard to dismiss.

🌀 stumbling over their words, they confess with a shy grin, “i think about you all the time.” their eyes widen like they didn’t mean to say that out loud, but there’s no taking it back now.

🌀 sitting together in the dim light of the bar, they lean in close and whisper, “i’ve been in love with you for ages.” you almost laugh it off, until you see the serious look in their eyes, even through the haze of alcohol.

🌀 drunkenly grabbing your hand and holding it against their chest, they mumble, “my heart always does this around you, you know.” you can feel the unsteady rhythm beneath your fingertips.

🌀 they’re rambling on about nothing in particular when, out of nowhere, they look at you and say, “i would give up anything just to see you smile every day.” it catches you so off guard that you don’t know how to respond.

🌀 as you’re helping them get home, they rest their head on your shoulder and murmur, “i’m not drunk enough to lie about loving you.” the words are soft and slurred, but the sincerity in their tone is unmistakable.

🌀 they keep repeating your name over and over, like they’re savoring the sound, before letting out a dreamy sigh and admitting, “i wish you knew how much i care.”

🌀 after a few too many drinks, they look at you with bleary eyes and say, “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” there’s a hint of desperation in their voice, like they’ve been holding onto that truth for too long.

🌀 as they sway slightly on their feet, they confess, “i’d do anything for you.” you laugh and brush it off, but they shake their head stubbornly, grabbing your hand to make sure you’re listening.

🌀 they stumble closer, eyes half-lidded and voice soft, saying, “you’re the only person who’s ever made me feel like this.” their fingers graze your arm, like they need the contact to stay grounded.

🌀 leaning in a little too close, they confess with a shaky laugh, “i don’t want you to ever be with anyone else.” the words come out rushed, like they’ve been bottled up for far too long.

🌀 slurring slightly, they admit, “i thought i could get over you.” there’s a hint of sadness in their gaze as they meet your eyes, like they’re realizing the truth for the first time.

🌀 as they’re drifting off on the couch, they grab your hand and mumble, “promise me you’ll stay.” their grip tightens slightly, like they’re afraid you’ll let go if they don’t hold on.

[bookished]

( a collection of starters. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post 💛 if you like, please consider supporting me through tips

"The rain fell in heavy sheets, and I knew it was the day that would change everything."

"Do you ever wonder what life would be like if we'd made different choices?"

"You promised you'd never leave, and now you're telling me you have to go?"

"What's the one thing you've always wanted to do but haven't had the courage to try?"

"Why are you always pushing me away when all I want to do is help?"

"I never thought I'd see you here."

"We used to be so close. What happened to us?"

"Sometimes, I feel like I'm living someone else's life."

"Is it too late to start over?"

"I thought I'd lost you forever."

"The clock struck midnight, and with it, my life took an unexpected turn."

"The dusty, forgotten diary I found in the attic held secrets I never could have imagined."

"I can't believe you said that to them. Do you realize the impact of your words?"

"What do you want from me, after all this time?"

"You were always the one who got away."

"Why did you come back?"

"I've been keeping something from you, and I don't know how to tell you."

"Remember when we used to dream about the future together? What happened to those dreams?"

"You're not the person I thought you were."

"I thought I was doing the right thing, but now I'm not so sure."

"It's never too late to change, you know."

"Let's make a pact: no matter what happens, we'll always find our way back to each other."

"I've been searching for you my whole life, and now that I've found you, I don't know what to say."

"Why did you do it? Why did you betray us?"

"I never thought I'd see the day when you'd come back."

"You've changed so much since the last time I saw you."

"We used to be best friends. What happened between us?"

"I have a secret, and I need your help to keep it."

"Do you believe in second chances?"

"If you could go back in time and change one thing, what would it be?"

"I never thought I'd miss something so ordinary until it was gone."

"You were always the one who understood me, even when I couldn't understand myself."

"I can't keep pretending that everything is fine."

"Life has a funny way of bringing people back together, doesn't it?"

"I thought I knew who I was until I met you."

"What's the worst mistake you've ever made, and did you ever make amends for it?"

"We're in this together, no matter what."

"You're the only one who knows the real me."

"I never thought I'd say this, but I need your advice."

"Why do you always push people away when they try to get close to you?"

"Sometimes, the hardest part is forgiving yourself."

"No matter where life takes us, I hope we'll always have this moment."

[scealaiscoite]

drunk prompts ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱

— “oh god, how much did you have to drink?!”

— “y’know wha- i’ve alway thought you were th’prettiest person around.”

— “don’t worry, honey, i’ll stay with you.”

— “there’s water and painkillers on the cabinet. you know, for the hangover.”

— “i’m not sure if you’re up for it, but i made breakfast.”

— “i don’t know if it’s just the vodka, but you look so cute in this lighting.”

— “you’re the best. d’you know that?”

— “are you sure you should be putting something that shade of neon pink into your body?”

— “okay, i think that’s enough for tonight.”

— “no way am i letting you drink at seven in the morning!”

— “uh- thank you for getting me home safe last night.”

— “did i… did i kiss you last night? i can’t remember.”

— “stay with me, please.”

— “come on, let’s get you home.”

[dumplingsjinson]

Hey could you do prompts for pining where the one character is drunk and touchy while the other is barely keeping composure when taking care of them bonus points if A begs B to stay the night lol🤍

List of “I’m not fucking drink” x “No, you definitely are drink, you bumbling idiot” prompts 

“Stop mumbling in my ear, you— no, for the last time, I’m not going to kiss you!” 

“Stop looking at me like that,” Character A mumbles as Character B cups their jaw in their hand. “Like what?” Character B asks, eyes drooping. Their grip on Character A’s jaw tightens, tilting their chin towards them when Character A tries looking away. “Like what?” Character B demands.  

“Are you drunk?” “Mmm. Drunk on my feelings for you.” “…Yep, you’re drunk.”

Character B leaning against Character A “for support” while Character A tries to drag them home. 

“No, no— hands off my belt, [Character B’s name]! I’m trying to change you out of your disgusting, vomit-ridden clothes, for God’s sake!” 

“Are you finally going to touch me like I deserve?” “What? No! Absolutely not!” 

Character B wrapping their arms around Character A’s torso and making it impossible for them go to the kitchen to fetch them a glass of water.

“So like… Can we get you to bed now or are you just going to use my thighs as your pillow?”

“You need to let go of my hand so I can tuck you in.” 

“Can’t you stay?” “No. No, I can’t. Not when you’re like this.” 

[corneliaavenue-ao3]

Drunk prompt:

Harpies just won the quidditch cup and they’re celebrating at the pub with the all their teammates and their families. Ginny is drunk and starts to tell her family all the naughty things she and Harry got up to as teens and things he does to her that drives her insane.

Around 3 AM, the party finally started to die down.

Gwenog left at least two hours ago, claiming that she couldn't keep up with the rest of the team at her age. The Harpies' keeper and other beater left together around 2, arms wrapped around one another, not at all hiding what their after-party plans were.

On the other hand, Ginny and the other two chasers were not letting the party quietly end.

"Another round of shots?" Ginny hollered from atop the bar. The crowd cheered as the bartender poured glittering alcohol into shot glasses.

"Let's get you down from there," Harry said, extending a hand to his girlfriend. Ginny ignored the hand and jumped down, only slightly stumbling as she landed.

"Dear Merlin, save her," Harry muttered to the sky.

"I'm fine!" Ginny reassured Harry, "I'm a fucking champion, and champions don't get hurt."

"Come on, Champion, let's get you to a table." Harry paused and added, "A table that you can sit at."

Ginny pouted, but allowed herself to be drug to a back table where Ron, George, and Hermione were sitting at.

"Is that a UK Quidditch champion walking toward us?" George shouted.

Ginny twirled before taking a bow, "It is. It is. You are welcome for blessing your presence with a champion." Ginny gasped, "I should get a crown!"

"You should get some water," Harry said.

Ginny waved him off, "So what are we chatting about?"

Hermione started to pour a glass of water from the pitcher sitting on the table, "We were talking about Hogwarts, and all the various rules we broke. Here. Water." Hermione passed the glass of water to Ginny.

"Ooh gilly-water! Thanks!"

Hermione did not correct her.

"George was saying how he used to sneak out to the Quidditch field to hook up with this Ravenclaw girl," Ron said.

"I mean, who hasn't," Ginny said.

"What do you mean who hasn't?" Ron asked.

"Wait, does that mean you haven't?" Ginny asked back. "I just assumed everyone did. Especially Quidditch players. Harry and I did it several times." Ginny took a swig of her water. "Ew. I thought you said this was gilly-water."

Ron turned his full body to Ginny, "What do you mean you snuck out?"

"We snuck out to hook up, I thought what I said was pretty clear," Ginny replied.

"Gin," Harry interrupted.

Ginny ignored Harry's interruption.

"So if you didn't sneak out to the Quidditch fields where did you go? The Room of Requirement was also a staple. Actually, fun fact, it is where I took Harry's virginity," Ginny swirled her glass of water, and took another sip. "Still not gilly-water."

Hermione grabbed onto Ginny's wrist, "Ginny, maybe you should stop-"

"Okay, to be fair, he also took my virginity, but it isn't as fun to say that."

Ron glared at Harry while George threw his head back and laughed.

"Okay Ginny, maybe it's time to go home," Harry said, but not loud enough.

"If it's not the Room of Requirement, during lunch, we would have picnics by the Lake. And lunch was not the only thing Harry was eating, if you're catching my drift." Ginny winked at Hermione.

"Okay on that note, I will be taking our champion home!" Harry said, finally successfully interrupting Ginny. "We will see everyone later!"

Harry grabbed Ginny's hand and her water and pulled her out the door.

"Aw, Harry, I was still having fun," Ginny pouted.

Harry pulled her to the side at the apparition point. "I will eat you out at home, I promise."

[novelbear]

hello !! first of all, I absolutely ADORE your prompts. i also have a suggestion if you haven't already done it. what about character a's first time getting drunk and character b has to take care of them?

"drunk in love" - some caring prompts

scenarios

 B being unable to control some of their laughter as A acts in such a manner, saying the most random things left and right. 

 Trying to hug A tight and calm them down after they start to breakdown, not being used to feeling so...weird

 Having all the home remedies, medicine, and water ready for when A wakes up in the morning with their first hangover following this. 

 B embarrassingly trying to coax A off of a table (or other random object) after they figured that would be their next best stage for their dancing 

 Carrying them everywhere because they just can’t walk on their own

dialogue

 "I’m never ever again...” [laughs] “That’s what a lot of people say...”

 “Yes, I know you love me, you told me about fifteen times in the last five minutes, hon’.” 

 “Look at me- no I’m over here, babe.”

 “Did you drink the water I gave you...?” 

 “I guess we’re both staying home tomorrow, huh?”

[seaside-writings]

Prompt #825

"Give me the keys; you're drunk,"

[dazzleyourmindseye]

Short Drabble Prompt: Yang getting some sweet sweet comfort you know she needs it you know it so baaaaaf

*cracks knuckles* alright here we go let's bring on the pain It wasn't until she stepped back onto the strange hard soil of the Acre that Yang broke.

She saw nothing but her sister's eyes, dim and dark for the first time in her young life. She heard nothing but Ruby's dying gasps, as if the tea had burned her throat.

Hands grasped her shoulders, her arms, familiar hands. But Yang felt nothing but the agonizing pain. As if her heart was being physically torn from her chest.

Her throat stung and her knuckles burned, the buckled and scorched bark of a spindly tree swimming into view from behind her tears. She punched the damaged bark in front of her again, something loud and painful ringing in her ears. It took a moment for her to realize it was the sound of her own screaming.

Something forcefully tore her away from the source of her ire, and familiar golden eyes burned through her blurred vision. Blake's mouth was was moving, but Yang could hear nothing. Blake's eyes were rimmed in red, and her own tears had left tracks down her cheeks. All of a sudden her vision darkened, and the familiar smell of Blake's hair filled her nostrils.

Yang went limp against her, cradled in Blake's arms. She squeezed Blake with all the desperation of a drowning victim, and Blake crushed her back.

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

rose or white wine (whichever you're comfortable with!)

✧ ──𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 Rosé wine: Send a glass of rosé wine for a drunken confession. ═══ LEAGUE VERSE ═══

How long had it been since alcohol had tickled down this throat without falling ill? How long had it been since he was able to feel the quiet buzz within his skull as the liquid settled? His mind wandered back to a time while his selenic gaze finally landed upon Amala, the one who had brought him this wine and although she had given him the drink, she was not the reason the flavor bled upon his lips. No, that was because of something else - something he somewhat loathed to admit as well.

"Miss Amala...my dear, tell me, when you look at Sett do you feel all fluttery within your chest?" Ahh, what was he doing? "Make sure you keep that feeling close, Miss Amala...losing it is one of the most agonizing things a human - well...a person can go through. And never saying enough about it is ever worse still, it's more haunting than any nightmare. And when you think it's finally faded, it peeks back out from the shadows to rip you apart once more." He gazed down into the cup and sniffled, tears almost immediately building in his eyes as his reflection shifted and distorted within the wine. Ruby eyes peered back to him along with flashes of steel and that furrowed brow softening when their fingers touched. His teeth felt ready to break from how tightly his jaw was clenched,

"Oh, Usan..."

His eyes shut tight towards the visage, momentarily in his own world while the band began to pick up another song; the high strings catching his attention and pulling him out of the ensnarement of the past. "- Oh! Oh, I love this melody!" The wine practically knocked over as he rose and took her hands, "Come Miss Amala! Let us dance the night away, if a slower song comes on, I will show you how to waltz as I learnt whenst in Piltover. I think it would be a dance worthy of your graces."

[oatmilk-vampire]

These would all be really really good for steddie...

Silly drunk dialogue

Can also be under the influence of other stuff.

"Oh, look at the stars! Ursa Major… so beautiful!" "We're inside. Those are just ceiling lights."

"Please don't leave me!" "I'm just going to the toilette." "Can I come with you?"

"My arm is floppy. I'm like a puppet."

"Can you be my girlfriend?" "I already am." "Oh, lucky me!"

"Let’s go play baseball!" "Your shoulder is dislocated, maybe not right now."

"You look almost as pretty as this moon." "That's a street lamp." "And you're almost as pretty."

"Have you ever thought about penguins? I think we should think more about penguins."

"You have a stupid face and it's my favourite one to stare at."

"I will definitely remember this tomorrow! How could I ever forget?" *doesn't remember anything in the morning*

"Oh, I think we haven't met before." "We have been in a relationship for five years now."

"You should go, otherwise I'm doing something stupid. Like kissing you or falling asleep on the bathroom floor."

"Let's get you home." "Oh, mine or yours?" "Ours." "Oh, wow!"

"I'm totally, absolutely, not at all drunk at all. Like... at all."

"Why are you all laughing? That is not very nice. I haven't even told my joke yet."

"How many drinks did you have?" "Yes, yes I am."

"You are too beautiful for me." *starts crying*

"Why are you undressing?" "Because it's hot! And I'm hot!"

*starts singing a remix of all their favourite songs*

*then starts crying, because their own voice is too beautiful*

[rafterdarkr]

why are all these modern aus for the Odyssey set in a high school. where's the retelling where Odysseus is just a guy lost in an airport who keeps missing his connecting flights home due to a comical series of delays and disgruntled airline employees

[kettlefire]

Maybe a Bit High (DpxDC)

Really, Danny shouldn't have been there. He had so many other things he should be doing. He wasn't even supposed to in Gotham!

Danny wished he could be safely tucked in bed right now. Or having another fight with his mom. Or dealing with another one of Sam and Tucker's squabbles.

Truly, anything was better than this. Then, being on the run, in a completely different state. Not recognizing anything anywhere and having to somehow find his dad somewhere in this city.

So yes, with Danny's luck, he had assumed the commotion by the docks had something to do with his search.

And of course, with Danny's luck, it had absolutely nothing to do with him.

Maybe things got a little out of hand. Really, Danny wasn't equipped to deal with a drug bust. His experience with crime tends to be of the ghostly nature.

Really, how do people even do these without getting a little bit high?

Was he even high? Could halfas get high? Was the powder he accidentally ingested the drugs? The one he got a giant mouthful of? Or was it the strange purplish liquid that coated like half his body?

Really, Danny wasn't in the frame of mind to try and figure all that out. It sounded more like a Jazz and Sam question.

God, Sam was going to be so bummed out for missing out on Danny's first trip. Not that Danny could even tell her what drugs these were...

Maybe he should go to a hospital?

Or maybe he should mess with this crane. Like, it looks fun! Wait, but people aren't supposed to use heavy machinery when high...

It's fine... probably. It's not like Danny was that high. Right?

Yea, he's fine. Besides, he's a halfa! He's like ninety percent sure he couldn't even get high. And Tucker would be so on board with his idea.

Hold on, the storage units look more fun. Danny couldn't help wanting to find out what was hiding behind all those walls.

Oh, but the sky looks so pretty from here! Even with the city lights and the light smog, Danny could make out the twinkling stars.

Maybe he should go for a fly. Even if he was high, technically, that would be fine, right? Flying is like walking for him. And it's not illegal to walk high! Just to be high...

Okay, okay, a flight it is. It'll atleast keep him away from civilians, and then he'll find his dad. Yes, Danny still needed to do that.

He couldn't lose his objective. He just needed to take a breather, and then track down his dad. Track him down somewhere in this large, bustling city.

It'll be fine, totally fine. Danny was totally not panicking. His current trip was truly not going downhill.

Was he forgetting to breathe? Wait, no, Danny was still Phantom. He didn't need to breathe, he's fine. It's fine...

Unless it wasn't. What if it was all in Danny's head? What if all this halfa stuff was all just a part of his really weird trip? What if he tries to fly and just ends up drowning in the river?

Okay, okay. Focus Danny, focus. He just needed to find his dad. That's it. His dad would know what to do. His dad could fix this.

Oh, and there he is! It was a little hard for Danny to focus his vision, but he knew the silhouette anywhere! It had to be his dad! Jack has such a distinct shadow!

Danny wasn't sure if he called out Dad or not. He also wasn't sure when he had decided to move. Did he fly or did he run?

It didn't matter. His dad knew, anyways. All Danny was focused on was the feeling of hugging his dad again...

And the strange armor his dad was wearing? It must have been something Jack rigged up to protect himself during these dire times...

But god, Danny couldn't tear his focus away from the texture of it under his fingers. Zeroing in on that alone.

It's fine. Even if he was high, Danny could just explain it to Jack. His dad would understand! Danny was just trying to be a good hero. It's not like he was doing drugs for fun!

Besides, being curled up on his dad's shoulders feels too good right now. Whatever that pointy thing on Jack's head was wasn't a big deal. It was something a little intangiblity could fix!

[alicornze7]

get stupid sauced, idiots

This is, quite possibly, dumbest post I’ve ever made

one could even say the stupi-*gets shot*

Pretend zooble isn’t there, they’re here for completion’s sake

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Jason drinks alcohol for the first time ever post resurrection and makes some questionable choices in the form of plastered phone calls and worrisome messages/voicemails.

He wakes up the next morning to at least ten missed calls and dozens of panicked text messages.

[corneliaavenue-ao3]

Literally drunk!

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, but I'm a married man—"

"Harry, I'm your wife!"

Harry Potter had 3 regrets in his life.

Not noticing Ginny Weasley earlier.

Believing the vision Voldemort sent him that Sirius was actually kidnapped.

Letting George Weasley plan his 30th birthday party.

Now Harry was 10? Maybe 14 drinks firewhiskey shots in, and he was dying. Any moment now, Albus Dumbledore would take him to Kings Cross Station and take him to the afterlife because Harry James Potter was piss drunk.

He was not the only one plastered. Ron was wearing his shirt has a hat and Hermione was walking around and telling any person who would listen that she could list the Runes Alphabet backwards in less than thirty seconds.

But for Harry, all he could focus on was the ceiling, and how it kept spinning. He couldn't focus on anything, but could feel someone hovering near him who smelt like a familiar flowery scent. But beyond that he knew only three things.

He was married.

He loved his wife.

The first law of Gamp's Transfiguration Law prevented anyone from conjuring food out of thin air.

But he also knew that this random woman was trying to get him to come home with her.

"Harry, I think it's time we go home," she said, placing a hand on his shoulder. Harry caught another wiff of floral, and almost collapsed. He could not move his eyes from his left hand, where a gold band rested on his 4th finger, for fear of any sudden movement might cause him to vomit all over the floor.

wife. wife. wife. wife. wife.

you have a wife.

"Harry, doesn't bed sound absolutely cozy right now?" The witch behind him asked. "We can even take off our clothes and cuddle."

That was too far.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, but I'm a married man—" Harry said, shoving his left hand in this woman's face, showing off his wedding band.

"Harry, I'm your wife!"

Oh.

Harry looked up and stared at the person who had been coaxing him to bed this entire time.

Ginny.

Beautiful

Wonderful

Pefect

Ginny.

"Hi Love!" Harry said, pulling her close to his chest.

Ginny laughed into his chest, "Let's get you home."