slytherin boys react

blaise zabini: showing up drunk at your door

you were just about to get comfy in your bed when you hear a gentle knock on your door. "y/n?" a familiar voice calls out from the other side. it's him. though, he sounds a little off.

you get up and make your way over to the door, wondering what he needs at this hour. you open the door and there he was, clearly intoxicated.

as you open the door, his eyes immediately lock on yours. despite his inebriated state, there is a vulnerability in his gaze that tugs at your heart. "i missed you," he mutters, his words slurring together.

you feel a pang of worry mixed with warmth as you take in his state. he's clearly had too much to drink, but there's still a hint of tenderness in his expression. "come in," you say, gently pulling him inside and closing the door behind him.

he stumbles a little as he enters, getting close to you. you can feel the warmth of his body against yours. "what are you doing here this late?" you ask softly.

his hand, warm but unsteady, reaches out, brushing against your face in a clumsy but tender gesture. there's a vulnerability in his gaze, one you aren't used to seeing. "i shouldn't have come," he continues, his voice thick with emotion and a hiccup that escapes despite his attempt to stay composed. "but... i had to. i needed to see you. be near you."

your heart clenches at his words, torn between concern for his state and the strange comfort of his presence. "you're a mess," you murmur, your voice soft. "what am i supposed to do with you?"

he chuckles softly, the sound a bit off due to his intoxication. "just... take care of me," he responds, his words slightly slurred. he takes a step closer again, his body swaying slightly. "i trust you."

your resolve softens even more, your protective instinct surfacing. you know you shouldn't enable his behavior, but there's something about his vulnerability that pulls at your heartstrings. "fine," you say, sighing gently. "i'll look after you."

he lets out a content sigh, his hand still on your face. he leans in a little further, his breath carrying the strong scent of alcohol. "you're too good to me," he mutters, his words still unsteady.

his body stumbles a bit, and he seems to struggle to keep his balance. he brings his other hand up, both of them now on your face, holding onto you for support. his touch is still clumsy, but there's a hint of desperation in his grip.

you try to steady him, your own emotions mixed. his hands still on your face, he gazes into your eyes, his expression filled with a mixture of drunken affection and a hint of shame. "i'm a mess, i know," he mutters, his voice laced with a hint of self-deprecation. "but i can't deny that i need you right now."

he takes a shaky step closer, closing the distance between you. his body is pressed against yours, the heat of his skin meeting yours. you can feel the uneven rhythm of his breathing, his body occasionally shuddering with an involuntary hiccup.

he brings his face closer to yours, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes closed. he is silent for a moment, just leaning into you. his hands are still on your face, his touch seemingly trying to anchor him to the moment. finally he speaks, his voice soft and raw. "why do you have this effect on me?"

his words hang in the air, filled with a vulnerability he rarely displays. his hands, still on your face, caress your cheeks gently, almost like he's trying to memorize your features through touch.

he lets out a small, shaky sigh, his breath hot against your skin. his body moves again, slightly closer, like he's searching for more comfort. your body responds to his proximity, a mixture of concern and affection coursing through you.

"i'm not usually like this," he mutters, his tone tinged with embarrassment. "i don't know what's come over me."