Crush x Reader Oneshots

Drunk!Crush x Reader : It's Complicated

"Ugh, you're making such a big deal out of this (C/N)! Can't you just go away?" (Rival's name) sassed, clinging on to the other boy tightly.

"No, (R/N), this happens way too often! Why do you always cheat on me?!?" (C/N) exclaimed, his voice tipped with anger. (R/N) smirked.

"Because you always come running back to me, babe! I'm never truly alone because you're just around the corner, ready to serve." (R/N) hummed. "Come on cutie, let's go to my place." (R/N) whispered to the other boy, who smirked at (C/N).

"Mind if I borrow her for a couple of hours?" He hinted. (C/N) let out a disgusted huff.

"You can keep her. It's not like we're dating anymore." (C/N) growled and stormed off. He turned around when he heard someone stomping towards him. (C/N) was then back-handed by (R/N), knocking him to the ground.

"Oh no (C/N), you don't get to dump me. I. Dump. You." She growled, kicking (C/N)'s side. "Who would love you anyway? I'm the best you got, pal. " She walked away, turning her head one last time.

"But what does it matter? It's not like we're dating anymore." (R/N) mocked, walking off with her new boyfriend. (C/N) laid there, a lump growing in his chest. Tears threatened to fall down his face.

'No.'

'I'm not crying. Not here. Not now.'

(C/N) looked up and saw the bar that he had caught (R/N) in. (C/N) stared at the dull, blinking sign, coaxing him to come in. He didn't normally drink, however there were occasions... (C/N) slowly got up.

Maybe his luck would change. He really needs it to.

(C/N) pushed open the door and was welcomed by the smell of alcohol and vomit. Not many people were inside, just a couple of motorists playing pool and a guy that was chatting it up with the bartender. (C/N) walked inside and sat down at the bar, propping his head up with his arm. The bartender slid over to him.

"What could I get ya, sir?" The bartender asked. (C/N) groaned. He had never been to this place, and he was starting to question his decisions.

'Screw it.'

"Get me the strongest stuff you got." He answered, rubbing his temples. The bartender nodded, wandering off to get the drink. The stranger sat down next to him.

"You know you're gonna get wasted off that stuff, right? It's like, 90% alcohol." the stranger warned.

"Don't know. Don't care." (C/N) growled. He let out a long sigh. The stranger flashed him a sympathetic look.

"Look man, no stranger stumbles into a bar and asks for the strongest thing they got. What happened?" he asked. (C/N) shook his head.

"Guess I was cheated on too many times." he sighed.

"How many times did she cheat?"

"This marks the 245 time she's done it. I broke it off." He groaned, turning to see the surprised stranger.

"Maybe you need that drink after all..." the stranger urged. The bartender came back with the drink bottle in his hand.

"Sir, you're gonna have the worst hangover after drinking this stuff." The bartender warned, handing (C/N) his drink. (C/N) looked down at the bottle, seeing his reflection, and most notably the giant hand print on his face.

"Well, so be it." He signed and drank the beer in a couple of gulps, surprising both the bartender and the stranger. He slammed the bottle down on the bar, looking triumphant.