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Drunk N' Love🥃❤ (Lars Ulrich one shot)

You and Lars go out for drinks. As the night unfolds, emotions run high, and secrets bubble to the surface, leading to something unexpected...

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I wasn't sure how many drinks he had. Two? Maybe three? It didn't matter. What did matter was that his cheeks were flushed, and his words were starting to slur just a little. We had come to the bar like we usually did—two best friends enjoying a night out. I wasn't expecting the evening to turn into something like this. He leaned across the small table, his brown eyes glinting under the dim lights."Y'know..." he started, his voice heavy with alcohol. "I've been thinkin' 'bout somethin' for a long time."I raised an eyebrow, amused. "What's that, Lars?" He wobbled a little, reaching out to steady himself on the table. "I like you... I mean, like really like you." He hiccuped, then laughed awkwardly. "Maybe more than like. Love." My heart stopped for a beat, then stuttered back to life. He couldn't be serious. Not now. Not like this."You're drunk," I said, trying to laugh it off. "You don't mean that." "I do!" he protested, his voice rising slightly. "I've loved you for... for forever." I stared at him, the words hanging between us like a thick fog. He couldn't mean it. He was too far gone to realize what he was saying."You're gonna regret saying that tomorrow," I said, standing up and grabbing his arm.

 "Come on, let's get you home." "Nooo, I'm serious!" He whined, his grip tightening on my hand as I pulled him toward the exit. Once we were back at my place, he crashed on the bed, mumbling incoherently. I sighed, covering him with a blanket, my mind still spinning from what he'd said. There was no way he actually meant it... right? I sat on the bed beside him, watching as he drifted into sleep, his face soft and peaceful now. My heart ached a little. If only it were real. "If only you really meant it," I whispered to his sleeping form. "It would've been nice... if you really loved me."I stood up, turning to leave, but a hand grabbed mine. My eyes widened in shock."I do mean it. I'm not drunk," he said softly. Before I could say anything, he gently tugged me closer, and suddenly I was on his lap, his arms wrapping around me. His forehead rested against mine, and his breath was warm, soft, as if he were gathering the courage to speak."I faked being drunk," he whispered, his voice steady now. "I was scared of how you'd react  if I told you the truth. I've loved you for so long, but I didn't know how to say it." My heart thudded in my chest. His confession, so honest, left me frozen. 

I searched his eyes for any sign of doubt, but all I saw was sincerity. "I didn't think you'd believe me if I just came out sober," he continued, his hands moving up to my face. "So I pretended. Because the truth... scared me too much." I opened my mouth to respond, but the words caught in my throat. The truth? I'd been hiding from it too. For so long, I'd buried my feelings, convincing myself that we were just friends. But hearing him say it—hearing him admit that he loved me—it cracked something wide open inside me. "I..." I swallowed, my voice soft. "I've felt the same way. But I was too scared to admit it." His eyes widened, the vulnerability in them tugging at something deep within me. "You... you do?" "Yes," I whispered, the truth finally coming out. "I love you too." A breathless laugh escaped him, like a weight had been lifted from his chest. Without warning, he pulled me down over him, rolling us so I was beneath him on the bed. The sudden shift made me gasp, but then his lips were on mine—slow, deliberate, and filled with all the things we'd kept hidden for so long. I kissed him back, my hands running through his hair as his body pressed against mine. 

There was no hesitation now, no fear—just the overwhelming relief of finally letting go of everything that had kept us apart. His kiss deepened, and I could feel the intensity growing as he held me close. One of his hands slid down to my waist, pulling me tighter against him, while the other cupped the back of my neck, holding me in place as he kissed me with more passion than I'd ever felt before. I could feel the weight of him, the warmth of his body, and it made my heart race. He broke the kiss for just a moment, his forehead resting against mine as we both caught our breath. "I've wanted this for so long," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You have no idea." "I think I do," I whispered back, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. He smiled—a slow, genuine smile that made my heart flutter—and kissed me again, this time even more tenderly.

 His lips moved against mine with a mix of hunger and affection, and I felt my entire body melt into his touch. As he pulled me even closer, his hands slipped under my back, holding me firmly as he pressed me into the mattress. The world around us seemed to disappear, leaving only the warmth of his body, the softness of his kiss, and the unspoken promise that this was real. "I love you," I whispered between kisses, my voice barely audible. "I love you too," he murmured, his lips brushing against my skin as he kissed me softly. "More than you'll ever know." And in that moment, everything fell into place. The fear, the uncertainty—it all melted away, leaving only us. No more pretending. No more hiding. Only love.

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