Oneshots and shit

Drunk Vamps

Drunk vampires drawing each other.
Why not.
TW for slight misuse of alcohol. Also spelling mistakes are purposeful.

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To say today wasn't all too pleasant, right now Mav and Remmy felt on top of the damn world.

The pair sat on the floor of their flat,  bottles of alcohol, full and empty, scattered around them. They'd collectively decided, using their shared braincell, about 10 minutes ago that sofa's were overrated, therefore sliding down and falling on to the carpet. And if it wasn't clear by their surroundings, their constant slurred giggling and nonsense jokes made it fairly clear that they were pretty far gone by now.

"Hey, do you, um, rember that time that, um, that lady was flirting with you, so I just walked up and started kissing you?" Remmy asked, pausing multiple times to try and remember words and not fall over.

"Yeh, you were, uh, too rough though, your fangs cut my lip" At his words, Mav sulked and touched his lip, trying to check that it was alright

"Oh yeah! She fainted from th'blood!"

"No, that was you."

"Dude, I'm- I'm a vampire, vampires don't faint from blood."

"You do though." Mav stated, matter-of-factly.

"No, I've seen your hand all day and not fainted." They slurred, pointing down at their partners hand, which was covered in dried blood. "What happened, by th' way?"

Maverick looked down and seemed shocked too, as if this was their first time seeing their own hand. But remembered after a minute.

"I punched a mirror."

"Ohh that's why it was gone."

"Yeh."

"Why'd you punch it?"

He stayed silent, simply shrugging and picking at one of the scabs on his hand rather than answering.

"Mav." They put their hand on his shoulder, causing him to look up and catch their lightly bloodshot eyes, "Tell me what happened, please."

"Today was jus' one of those days everything seemed to go wrong, ya know?" He looked up again, this time tears welling in his mismatched eyes. "I just woke up in a bad mood n when I went to th' shop it was like everyone stared at me. An' I don't even know what they're staring at!" He spoke, swinging his arms around in frustration. "When I got home I went to look in the mirror, and like usual there was nothing there. I don't know what I look like. I hate it. I jus' wanna know who I am."

Remington looked over at the man curled up beside them. They never knew what to do in this situation, even when sober.

They stuck to patting their partner on the back, rubbing small circles and trying to calm them down, when an idea popped into their mind.

It probably wasn't a great idea to jump up and run away from their crying boyfriend, but in their defence, they were intoxicated. As shown by the various walls they ran into.

They returned a second later, falling back onto the floor with some paper and a crayon.

"I couldn't find a proper pen, fuck off."

They leant over the paper, looking up occasionally but scribbling the crayon so fast that Mav was half convinced the paper would rip. His tears had stopped, the sadness and frustration practically replaced by their confusion.

After a short while of silence, Remmy lifted up the paper, showing a drawing that looked more like a toddler had drawn it than a 20 year old.

"What is that?"

"Is' You!" They smiled, looking so proud of their crayon mess.

And the drawing should have made them laugh. It shouldnt have made them as emotional as it did. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the fact that they genuinely felt cared for, or even the stupidly cute smile on Remmys face, but he found himself crying again.

The smile dropped from the blondes face, "No, you're meant to be happy, what did I do?"

"Nothin, I'm happy! Happy tears!"

They took a second, wiping their tears and hugging Remmy.

"Lemme draw you!" he pulled away and grabbed the paper, flipping it over and using the crayon to return the favour.

He was much softer with the crayon than the latter 'artist', looking up momentarily and sticking his tongue out in concentration.

When he was done, he slid the paper over.

"Ha, this looks like a child drew it." Remmy smiled.

"Hey, shut up, I can't draw. It looks a bit like you though." Mav laughed in return.

"Thank you though."

"s'okay."

:)