Austeled one-shots

Drunk Austin (aftermath).

(this is part 1/2)

the ending that no one wanted because I said so 😍😍‼️‼️

Context: they're enemies
Cw: singular mention of caffeine overdose and one mention of wanting to vomit.
Austin's pov

I slowly opened my eyes, groaning softly. I was about to lean up when I felt a sharp pain in my head.

I grabbed whatever I was lying on tightly, sighing sharpl- wait. What am I lying on? I forced my aching body to lean up to see.

My eyes were blurry, so I wiped them and saw.. Before my brain had time to react, my arms proceeded to shove Eteled off of the bed.

"OW!-" He yelped with a *thud!*. He leaned up, holding the back of his head. "Good morning to you too.."
"Why the fuck am I in here." I asked sternly.

"You got drunk as shit and wouldn't leave me alone." He explained.
"Did.." I started, cutting myself off. Am I really about to ask my enemy this? I sighed. "Did we do anything.. sexual?"

"No, don't worry. Although you did keep going on about wanting to fuck me." He stood up, dusting himself off.

I sighed. That does sound like something I would do when drunk.

"Mmh." I hummed quietly, noticing something on his neck. It was a.. WAIT. "DID I GIVE YOU A FUCKING HICKEY?!" I screamed suddenly, making him jump.

"Wait, what??" He placed a hand on his neck, feeling around until he found the small, sensitive red area. (Heartstopper 😍)

His face immediately turned a deep red. Then part of the memory hit me. I remember thinking about how Henry was drinking before he ended up here.

I remembered wanting to see what all the buzz was about. I got drunk, really drunk. I got horny as shit and went into the mii channel. I remember.. giving him the hickey.

Oh my shit.

".. Well fuck." He mumbled, turning away. I wanted to die. I didn't care if I was already dead, I wanted to die again. Anything would've been better than the sheer embarrassment I felt in that moment.

It was way too quiet. I shoved my face into my hands, wishing I would disappear.

"Well.." Henry tried to break the awkward silence. "At least I can cover it with my turtleneck, in case Sam turns the Wii on."

"Mhm." I looked away awkwardly. It was so quiet. If the atmosphere was a physical object, it would be a diamond.

"Do you remember anything from yesterday?" He asked. I thought.
"Nothing besides giving you.." I pointed to his neck. "That.."

"Hm." He hummed. "What did you even drink? You seemed really out of it."

"I don't know. Beer, I think? Maybe some vodka? I don't really know." I admitted.
"Well I'd understand if it were vodka, but beer?" He sat down on the edge of the bed. "Beer is strong, but not that strong."

"Yeah, well I'm not an alcoholic like you, Henry." I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, yeah. But even for the average person, that's excessive." He explained.

"Well I've never actually drank much before besides shit like cider, so Y'know. It's not like I have much to compare it to." I explained.

There was a very brief pause before Eteled yelled out;
"You'd never properly drank before?! And you were drinking BEER and VODKA??"
"I wasn't thinking straight!" I defended.
"Yeah, no shit." He mumbled, gesturing towards his neck.

I was confused for a moment. Then the joke hit me like a brick.
"I-" I held back a laugh. "You know what u mean! I wasn't thinking right!"

(If you're a bit silly and don't get it, the joke is he's calling him gay.)

"What gave you the idea to drink in the first place?" He interrogated.
"Cause I remembered seeing you drinking before you ended up in the Wii." I answered.

"Wait what?"
"Hm?"
"What do you mean you saw me before I ended up here?"
"When you were creating that mii. You had a bottle of beer in your hand."

"You were there??" He seemed extremely confused, giving me a look of disbelief.
"Yeah. I was just offscreen." I explained.
"So.. how did you end up here, in the Wii?" He asked.

"Got electrocuted. I heard you screaming so I assumed you got electrocuted too." I stated.

"Hm."
"But I'm not really sure how I actually got in h-" a harsh shock of pain sparked in my brain. "-ERE?! OW. FUCK."

"You okay?" He questioned with concern.
"Y-yeah just.." I winced quietly at the throbbing pain. "God. I haven't had a headache this bad since I almost overdosed on caffeine."

"Are you, uhm. Able to code in food?" He inquired.
"I mean, I can but I'm not the best since we don't actually need to eat." I replied.

"Well, usually foods with a lot of carbs help. Usually toast or crackers or something. It'll probably help with the headache and aching." He suggested.

I pulled up the control panel, wincing and covering my eyes with my hands when the light of the control panel hit my eyes. I cursed under my breath, feeling the pain in my head briefly get worse.

I slowly uncovered my eyes, letting them adjust to the sudden light, despite the dimness of it.

"Sorry. I would code it for you, but I'm not that great at coding anymore." He apologised.
"It's fine." I mumbled.

I began to try and code some toast. It was overall easy to code (-besides trying to give it flavour-), but the hangover certainly wasn't helping.

Eventually, after about 4-5 minutes give or take, I coded in the model and the consistency. And about 10 minutes and a whole lot of confusion and error screens to give them flavour.

I figured I'd make a plate too, just because. That only took about a minute. Finally, I coded them in, placing it on my lap.

"Do you want any? I can duplicate the code for it if you want." I asked. He thought for a moment.
"If it's not too much trouble." He said.

I duplicated the code, handing him a plate with toast on it.
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it."

The next 10 minutes were filled with awkward silence besides the sound of toast crunching.

It felt so weird eating after all this time. It felt so wrong. On one hand, I wanted to throw up and get this shit out of my body. On the other hand, I wanted this hangover to go away as soon as possible.

Once we'd both finished, I coded the plates out of the Wii. Even more awkward silence.  During that time, I started to remember more about what had happened the previous day.

About him trying to drag me to bed, me being a horny bastard, him eventually getting me in bed, me saying I didn't hate him. And then a dreamless sleep.

"Do you feel any better yet?" He asked.
"I mean, slightly. My headaches not any better, but my body's a little less.." He paused, trying to think of a word for how it felt. "Bullshitty."

"That's good." He smiled softly. There was a short pause.

"I think I should probably take my leave." I sighed, climbing off of the bed.

"..Wait." He called out suddenly.