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xstrangebeex · 1 year ago

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WrestleMania XL || April 06 - 2024

↳ Mami is STILL on top !

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xstrangebeex · 3 years ago

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Drunken Confessions

Liv Morgan x Reader

Summary - Liv gets drunk, her girlfriend comes to the rescue.

Your phone vibrated directly beside your head, the sound making it impossible to fall back into your slumber. Groaning, you pushed yourself up from the sofa and pick up your phone, pressing the green button without checking who was actually calling.

“Yeah?” You whispered. The light from the TV was the only thing illuminating the dark living room. You must of fallen asleep on the couch, but you didn’t pay much attention to it once you heard the voice on the other side.

“Hey (Y/N)!!” The slurred voice made you smiled, eyebrows raised at how actually incoherent her voice was.

“Hey…You okay?” You asked, rubbing your eyes from tiredness. The clock read 2:03 am, and the sudden reminder of her going out with some friends suddenly flooded your mind. “How’s the club?”

She slurred something, something you couldn’t quite manage to place before another shuffling sound caught your attention.

“(Y/N)?” An Australian accent called out.

You chuckled, knowing exactly who was on the other side. “Hey, Demi.”

“Your girlfriend um…”

You audibly laughed again, sitting up from your laid out position on the couch. She was obviously too drunk to drive herself, and Demi had too many drinks to drive herself. Although she was much more sober than Liv was.

“I’m on my way.” You stood and grabbed your keys, putting in the most basic shoes you found and headed out the door. Demi hung up the second you reached your car so you could safely drive to the club.

The club was half an hour away, so you groaned as your phone showed the journey you had to take. With a deep breath, you turned the key in the ignition and drove off.

“Is that (Y/N)?” Was all you heard as you approached Liv, who was leaning on the wall by the entrance of the club. Demi stood beside her, laughing with tears in her eyes as Liv continued to slur drunk questions.

“Hey, love.” You smiled as she fell into your arms, her body heavy as she resorted to leaning on you instead. Demi was only getting herself together from her laughing fit, placing her phone into her pocket. You instantly caught on. “Send me those later.”

Liv was practically sleeping standing up as you and Demi exchanged smirks, knowing you’d have multiple videos of Liv talking nonsense while drunk in the morning to taunt her with.

“Come on.” You kissed her temple, leading her to the car parked not far away. She somehow scrambled into the passengers seat and fell asleep - or at least seemed like she did.

You thanked Demi and asked if she needed a ride to which she denied, saying she’d have someone else pick her up later. You said your goodbyes and you finally sat in the drivers seat, zipping your seatbelt before driving off.

“You’re really pretty.”

You looked to the side to see her eyes opened lazily, drooping with tiredness already. You smiled at the complement, starting your car and you journey back home.

“Don’t tell (Y/N) I said that.” She slurred, continuing her rant.

“Why not?” You smirked, not taking your eyes off the road. She was too intoxicated to notice you were you, even thought she’d recognised you before she got into the car.

“Because I wanna marry her someday. And she’s pretty…”

You smiled as she rambled on about wanting to spend the rest of her life with you. She got mad at you for laughing at some point, still unaware of your identity.

“It’ll be a massive wedding with all our friends- Hey. Stop laughing, I’m being serious here.”

“Sorry-”

By the time you parked in front of your home, she was tired enough to stop talking, yet sleep didn’t seem to want to kick in. You got out your side and walked to the other, opening the door for the half conscious blonde pretending to sleep.

“Come on, let’s get you to sleep huh?” You were forced to pick her up, seeing no sign of her attempting to walk on her own. She cuddles close to you, wrapping her legs around your waist as you carried her to your bedroom and onto the bed.

“Can I let you in on a secret?” She laughed on the bed as you went to get her clothes to change into. You hummed, listening intently.

“(Y/N)’s really cool.”

You let a giggle escape your mouth as you sat down beside her laying form. She smiled through closed eyes at the sound of your laugh, her brain probably already shutting off.

“Can you get changed alone or do you want me to help?” You asked in a whisper. Wordlessly, she lifted her arms up as much as she could and huffed, signalling you to unzip the jumper she put on when she was waiting for you outside.

You successfully got her changed into more comfy clothes and laid down beside her. Your arm went to wrap around her waist but she stopped you, giving you a warning look.

“Only (Y/N) can do that.”

She turned around as if nothing happened, falling asleep almost immediately after speaking to you. You huffed out a chuckle and turned around, attempting to sleep by yourself.

In the morning, arms circling your waist woke you up promptly. The comforting pressure of another body on yours was simply welcomed with joy, especially the blonde ones.

“Sleep well?” You kissed her hairline and she groaned, cuddling closer to you. She was probably - most definitely hungover. You hand instinctively ran through her hair, still up in a braid from the night before. With subtle movements, you gently untangled her hair tie and slowly undid her braid, feeling her immediately melt into you more.

“You slept on my side of the bed.” She complained.

“You wouldn’t let me cuddle you last night. What makes you think you’d move from one side of the bed to the other?” You laughed when her eyes shot open, realising she was much more intoxicated that she hoped she’d be.

“Fuck, what did I say.” Leaning on her elbows, she looked up at your face as you smirked.

“Where do I start?”

She groaned, dropping her head back into your chest. You reminded her of the videos Rhea had taken, which you still needed to watch yourself. She was adamant to get your phone before you, but she clearly was at a disadvantage.

To say you spend the next few hours rewatching Liv stumble over her own feet and rant about you would be an understatement. You’d use it against her for a while…and you still had to tell her about you conversation in the car.

THE END

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xstrangebeex · 3 years ago

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