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You were getting pretty drunk at tonight's after party. Lately, you had been getting down on yourself about having unrequited feelings for Jason, and decided to drink you woes away for the night. Because nothing cured heartache better than alcoholism.
Jason was sober. He was tired from the show and felt like having a break from the never ending stream of beer that seemed to come with being in a metal band. He stuck to water the whole night. It didn't take him long to find you wasted, throwing yourself around, so he decided to investigate. Of course, everyone likes to get drunk now and then, but it was unlike you to get this messy.
"Hey, (Y/N)!" Jason called out. You spun around, and excitedly ran towards him. Your legs tangled together as you ran, but somehow you stayed upright.
"Jase!" You said, before leaping into his arms. Jason was taken aback by this and stumbled a little, but he still managed not to drop you. When you were sober, you tended to never be very touchy-feely with the boys, so Jason was very much shocked to see you display so much affection.
"I missed you, I missed you!" You chanted, placing your hands around his face and squeezing his cheeks. Jason laughed.
"You sound a little tipsy," Jason said, waiting for a reaction. You gasped, shocked and your mouth hung open.
"I am not! I am perfectly fine!" You slurred.
"I'd like to see you try and walk in a straight line,"
"I so can!" You exclaimed, pushing yourself up off of Jason. He took a step back. You attempted to walk in a straight line, following the line of a floorboard on the ground. You put one foot in front of the other... and quickly lost your balance. Again, Jason caught you.
"Wow! I feel dizzy!" You giggled. Jason raised an eyebrow.
"Dizzy how?"
"Like... like when you're on a roller coaster and you feel like you're gonna throw up,"
"You're gonna throw up?" Jason asked worriedly. You nodded feverently. Jason scooped you up to your feet and hurriedly dragged you around, looking for the nearest bathroom. He quickly found one and took you inside, locking the door to grant you some privacy.
"This bathroom is filthy!" You shouted, crawling into the bathtub upon identifying it as a safe space. Jason tilted his head at you, confused.
"Are you gonna hurl?"
"I don't think so," you shook your head, sliding down deeper into the tub.
Jason sighed, and leant back on the cool tiles. He was a little worried about you getting so wasted like this.
"Jason I want a burger," you said, exasperated. Jason blinked, confused, as he watched you carefully.
"You just said you felt sick?"
"But now I want a burger," You pouted, throwing your arms over the side of the tub. Jason couldn't help but laugh.
"Oh, (Y/N), you're really loopy tonight huh?" Jason tried to stop giggling.
"It's all your fault!" You shouted. Jason was a little taken aback by the sudden change in tone. He was sure he hadn't done anything to annoy you this much, at least not tonight.
"Me?"
"Yes!" You said sternly, crossing your arms. "I decided to get really drunk tonight because of you,"
Jason thought hard. Surely, he hadn't done anything bad to you? You guys played jokes on each other, sure. But what horrible thing could he have done to you to make you want to get blackout drunk?
"Why?" Jason asked tentatively.
"Because Jason! Because I'm in love with you and you're clearly not in love with me! So I wanted to get really, really drunk," You explained, staring blankly at the wall, totally unaware of the effect your words were having on Jason.
Jason's breath hitched. "You're in love with me?"
"Did I stutter, Jason?" You seethed. Jason blinked again.
Jason didn't know what to do. He kept telling himself it was just because you were drunk, it couldn't be true. Sure, he had always had a crush on you, ever since he joined Metallica. He'd never made a move, because he was sure you weren't interested. But now, here you were drunkenly expressing your love for him in a bathtub. What was he supposed to do?
"Maybe we should talk about this when you're sober," Jason managed to say. He fumbled with his hands, now sitting on the tiled floor of the bathroom.
You yawned, starting to get tired. "Yeah, yeah,"
Jason moved closer to you, and he watched you slowly drift off to sleep. He wanted to reach out and hold your hand, but for some reason he decided against it.
"I love you Jason," you mumbled as you rolled over in the tub.
Jason paused, but found himself replying before he could process what he was saying . "I love you too, (Y/N)"
[AUTHORS NOTE: i love this mans so much ugh please stop me]
