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↝◝◍0.19║liquid courage [90's love lineup]

︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵♡ liquid courage [reaction]‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵

〈i just want you to love me better,
I just want you to love me better.
i've been drinking on
liquid courage.╏⊰⊹

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╭✿ a 90's love lineup reaction
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you, his best friend, confess to
him while you're drunk
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[๑] ten
• "can I say something?" you suddenly blurt out from the dazed state you're in. the man in question craning his head down to look at you. you two are casually laying on his bed, your head settled in his lap. "sure." he softly assures brushing his fingers through the curly mess that was your hair. you glance up at him. "it's something i've always wanted to say."

• his fingers aimlessly still running through your hair; he nods. "okay..." he says. his tone vigilant and hyper-aware. you warily stare up at him, visibly admiring how effortlessly gorgeous he manges to look even at the most unconventional times, with a sigh you avert your gaze from his. realizing how you probably must be staring a little bit too much. a blush made it's way to your cheeks as you thought maybe this wasn't the right time to say this kind of thing.

• shut up, now isn't the time to chicken out, you thought. you'll never get another opportunity like this again. better to do this now and regret it later. firmly nodding at the short mental prep you gave yourself, you cleared your throat. hastily blabbering out what you wanted to say in one quick motion.

•"i think i love you."

•"...what?"

• "i-i'm in love with you." you say, gently laughing through your semi-slurred words.
he could only stare down at you incredulously. "(y/n)-"

• before he could even reply, you leaned up and pecked his lips; sinking back down to his lap with a sweeping smile. you softly giggle not quite registering the ballsy move you had just made whilst he stayed perfectly still. "dude...how much did you drink?"

• "enough to be brave enough to say that, but not so much that i'm out of my mind."

• "that's what you say now."

• "trust me I won't forget this." you nuzzle your face into his leg. "two glasses of wine aren't the reason i've been in love with you for two years."

• all he could do than was just stare at you for a good solid minute. you wondered what he could be pondering over. "heh. who are you and what did you do with my (y/n)?" he says jokingly as you frown, poking his nose making him playfully swat your hand away. "i told you I'm not really drunk, ten. i'm serious."

• "you don't look it." he daringly says leaning down. his face now inches away from yours. your eyes couldn't help but wander to his lips at that very moment. they looked so plump and just so kissable. "ugh fuck it." you say deciding to meet him halfway by pulling him by the collar of his shirt.

• let's just say the kisses that soon followed after that one were much better.

[๑] winwin

• it’s late and the two of you are curled up on his living room couch. what started out as a light-hearted drinking game grew insanely competitive, leaving both of you to the whims of drunkenness. luckily, both of you are sleepy and not reckless drunks, so no one is getting a smiley-face tattooed on their ass tonight.