-= Lesbian Hetalia reader inserts =-

Your favourite drunken idiot (Drunk!fem!Denmark x shy!nerdy!reader)

Drunk!fem!Denmark x shy!nerdy!reader

You were sitting on the couch, studying your books for university. Highlighting sentences, bookmarking pages, and writing down the most important things to remember. After you finished doing that to all your text books, you started working on your paper. I mean, it was only two weeks in the semester and the paper was assigned today, but the earlier you get it done, the more time you have for fandoms.

Most people called you nerdy because you get all your work done so fast and you know so much. But it's only because you have seven fandom blogs, and three fanfiction accounts to uphold. Ok. Maybe you really did like learning stuff and you were a little (a lot) nerdy. And you don't really talk much. And you're kind of the stereotypical nerd. But that doesn't mean you're a nerd!

You've been to parties before, so that doesn't make you a nerd, right? Well, you've been to one party and your girlfriend Marie forced you to go. Marie was the exact opposite of you. She was only at school to go to parties and hang out with people. Actually, you're 97 percent (I almost published this with it saying "pour cent" oooops) sure that she wasn't even a student, she just hung around here, she never even goes to class anyway so you have no way of knowing. You're pretty sure she was friends with everyone on campus and they'd all be more than willing to date her, which is why you still don't understand why she chose you. A lot of people say they ship you two because of how different you are, even though you're head it a million times, you still think it's weird that people ship the two of you. Not only is that a fandom term and barely anyone at the school you go to is into fandoms, and you still don't know why Marie asked you out, she never told you.

Anyway, you grabbed your laptop from the table and started typing the paper. When you ran out of ideas about what to say, you switched from google docs to tumblr and scrolled through all the trash in your feed. Until you got to pure gold, someone wrote an otp smut fic. You started reading the sinfulness and it was beautiful. You know that feeling when you read otp fanfiction and you just a want to jump up and start singing music the opening song from the lion king? Well that's how you felt and it was beautiful.

Suddenly, just when you were getting to the good part, you heard the door to your apartment swing open. You quickly closed the tab. Thinking it was (sibling name(if you don't have a sibling then a best friend)), and they already caught you reading fanfiction once. They don't need it a second time.

You sighed in relief when you saw Marie waddling (I love that word) into the apartment that you share with her. Even though it was a year ago, you still vividly remember how you met her.

~~~magical flashback of magic~~~

You were walking home from your late shift. It was one in the morning and everything was dark except for a few streetlights. A guy had been following you for a few seconds. You hoped he was just going in the same direction as you but then he started talking to you. Asking you to smile for him and telling you to stop being such a bitch. Luckily Marie was walking home from a bar that was nearby and she saw you being harassed.

"There you are!" Marie called out to you and ran over to you, pretending like she was your friend.

"I've been looking for you everywhere." Marie smiled and threw her arm around your shoulder walking with you and talking to you casually until the guy went away.

"T-thank you..." You said as soon as the guy was completely gone.

"You're welcome. I'm Marie by the way." She smiled brightly at you, as if it was a casual thing that she just saved you from harassment.

"I-I'm _________." You smiled shyly back.

~~~end of the magically magical flashback~~~

After a month or so of seeing Mari around after the incident, the two of you became good friends and she eventually asked you out. It's hard to believe that you and the drunk idiot have kept a relationship for almost a year. It didn't feel like much time passed.

"I need a hug from my favourite girl.." Marie slurred and she hobbled over to the couch and stood right in front of you. You got up and hugged her.

"Your hair smells good..." Marie was smelling the top of your head while keeping you trapped in her hug. By this point, you were used to her drunken nonsense but you still blushed.

Marie leaned down and kissed you to which of course you kissed back.

"How about we take this to.. The bed..." Marie hiccuped.

"How about you go to bed and I'll get you some water." You rolled your eyes and gave her a gentle push in the direction of the bedroom and went
To get get a glass of water.

Marie was always a drunken idiot. But your favourite drunken idiot.