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hi, may i have a multi joaquin request? 👉👈 if you're comfortable with that, could you please write how'd they act with the reader if they were drunk? are they more affectionate? more talkative? or do they just stare at the reader in awe? regardless thanks in advance love ur works💞
Hey dear! here it is <3 Tomorrow I will add Max California and Merill Hess as well but for now here's a few characters^^ I hope you enjoy!
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Arthur
First, Arthur wouldn’t need to drink much to get drunk. He never drinks alcohol because his mom says it’s bad and his medication doesn’t really allow him to drink. So once he tries, he gets drunk after barely two glasses.
He would laugh a lot, but it would be a happy laugh, not those he gets when in distress. Everything would make him laugh, like a kid.
He would act more childish, jump in puddles of water, hop around, holding your hand, simply enjoying the world around him and seeing it in a brighter light. He would kinda say ‘Hi’ to everyone, wish them a good evening, a true happy boy.
He would be even more affectionate than usual with you, never letting go of your hand, giving you big noisy smooches.
Arthur would literally describe all he loves about you in public “The world deserves to know how amazing you are Y/N!” you would become a blushing mess, he was such a cute romantic man, too precious for this world.
He would even hum and sing songs, dancing on your way home. You would have to catch him a few times in your arms as he stumbled on his feet “I love you Y/N…” he would coo.
In the elevator Arthur would start to doze off, resting his head against your shoulder, a silly smile playing on his lips. You would look at him softened, holding him against you as you guided him to your flat.
He would grow more and more sleepy to the point you would have to undress him and tuck him in bed. “You think I can be famous one day?” he would ask with a sleepy voice, his tone boyish, his eyes looking at you with adoration. You would smile, and nod, kissing his forehead tenderly, making him fall asleep.
Commodus
Commodus is used to drinking alcohol and the Roman hard way of partying. So it would take him a little while to get drunk. But at the end of party night he would always be.
He would be a little hard to handle, cause he could get pissed like real bad, offended for a little joke or look. And you knew how terrifying Commodus could be; at least he wasn't armed.
But as soon as you would step in front of him, and distract him, he would only have eyes for you. Looking at you with foggy eyes and passion and then growing desire, his eyes would detail you until they would stop on your lips. He would lean closer, trying to kiss you and stumbling at the same time.
It would be quite the sport to handle him drunk. Especially during parties with Senators around. You had to make sure his state of drunkenness wouldn’t be too obvious or he would get teased.
Commodus wouldn’t stop talking, telling you about all his plans for Rome, his eyes shining. No wonder why he had trouble sleeping, he was full of ideas.
He would be adorable though, mentioning how he would get money with your face on, how he would have statues built of you and even rename a month of the year after you. You would playfully put your hand over his mouth to make him speak less loudly or even shut him up when he got a little too dreamy and excessive. But all night, you would smile, Commodus was a child in some ways and so tender.
He would get horny episodes, grinning, his hand going under the table to caress your thigh before grabbing you to pull you on his lap, making you squeal everytime. “I do hope to earn a few more noises from you tonight, my love..” he would coo before passionately kissing you, not caring if he had an audience around or not.
Drinking would make him full of energy, vividly talking, laughing. He would be pretty hard to put to bed, actually he would be the one the drag you to bed and not to sleep but for passionate drunken sex.
As you can imagine, the next day would be totally different; Commodus would be lost in sleep, grumpy and of a murderous mood the whole day, a headached splitting his head and dizziness in his stomach. Despite warning him, he would still drink as much at the next party.
Abbé
Can you ever imagine the pure and well behaved Abbé drunk? Everyone found it hard to believe and yet here he was, drunk as ever. This came from a little joke from the Marquis who mixed strong alcohol with his mass wine. The poor man hadn’t even been able to finish the mass, too drunk to remember his prayers or what to do.
The abbé would be a little panicked and lost at first, feeling disoriented and feeling strange. He was a man fully controlling himself and feeling that he was losing that grip over himself made him very anxious. He would first try to avoid patients and employees, even if the whole house knew about it already thanks to the Marquis.
Even if he would push you away, you would persist of course, feeling his distress. Taking him to a quiet corner to sooth him from his worries and protect him from the sight of the others. The time for him to understand his wine had been altered as a joke. “Oh that man is going to pay…” he would mutter, taking deep breaths in hope for the effects to pass.
Of course, it wouldn’t and the nice effect of alcohol would soon reach him. A sense of freedom would feel him, he would feel lighter, as if his responsibilities were away from him and as if nothing had consequences.
He would remain rather shy but still very sweet and tender, looking at you in awe, complimenting you, about all of you, your work and your beauty “Good has graced you with the beauty of the angels.” It would make you intensely blush, never the priest had praised your beauty but alcohol would free his tongue.
He would get pretty touchy with you, smiling as he hugged you tightly, his head resting against your shoulder as he looked up at you, a goofy smile on his face. Honestly you wouldn’t dare to push him away, afraid he would start to literally cry. Besides, to be so physically close to the priest was a unique luck.
Surprisingly, his childlike spirit would come out as you escorted him back to his bedroom, he would literally make a fool of himself, giggling and asking you to go play outside with him and picking up flowers. You would have to pinch your lips together to avoid laughing; he was so different from his usual self and it was nice to see him that way.
Once in his bedroom he would wrap his arms around you, making you gasp “Please don’t leave me.” he would murmur, his eyes stuck on your face and especially your lips. “Abbé what are you..-!” you wouldn’t have the time to finish your sentence that he would kiss you, letting his emotions free, not controlling himself for once, telling you how much he loved you. You would return the kiss, you always reciprocated his feelings but you fear the moment when he would regain consciousness over his actions.
Charlie
Charlie drinking was something almost daily. He had deep emotional trauma and that is how he dealt with it. So, you were used to seeing him that way and it was rarely a nice sight.
However, he did get drunk on happy occasions. He never knew what the limits were anyway. He would be very joyful, cheering loudly, serving drinks to everyone.
He would serve you a drink to you too but he would keep an eye over you like he would watch over his pistol. His arm wrapped around you, always watching as people talked to you to make sure they didn’t flirt or look at you lewdly. Basically, he would become terribly possessive.
Of course he would easily get pissed at the slightest gaze “What are you looking at? you know you are looking at my lady you motherfucker?” he would instantly provoke a fight, his hand on his pistol or dagger, ready to fight. So, his brother would have to take care of calming everyone down while you pulled Charlie away from them, which wouldn’t be easy, he was strong and determined, even drunk.
He would be pretty much aggressive and very childish, protesting as you pulled him away, until he stumbled and fell down, his hands around you pulling you on the floor with him. Which would make you gasp and make him laugh “You should see your face!” he would tease you, unable to get up again and keeping you against him as you would roll your eyes, he was helpless.
In some ways you enjoyed how childish he was but his impulsivity was the problem. You had learned to deal with it and calm him, smiling as you caressed his chest “I am alright. No one offended me.” you would murmur, enjoying the fond look in his eyes.
“I love you, do you know that?” he would say, cupping your face and filling it in sloppy kisses smelling of whiskey and tobacco. Getting sleepy on the hard floor, muttering words of love for you until he fell deeply asleep, his arm securely locked around your waist.
Willie
Willie was a party man but he rarely got drunk. He wanted to be a respectable man, he had always fought hard to climb in society, to prove he could be more than what people thought of him.
So, he would occasionally end up drunk at home, during parties with a few friends or family. He wouldn’t be heavily drunk, but anyway very tipsy. He would be very joyful, smiling and joking a lot. He would be a great entertainer. He would be a very enjoyable man to party with and it was one of the reasons why he was so appreciated.
He would look at you with lovesick eyes, he adored you and this would be obvious to everyone. He would always have his arm wrapped around your shoulders or your waist, his thumb gently caressing you.
In the end Willie wouldn’t be very talkative, he would be too absorbed looking at you and listening to what you had to say, literally forgetting the world around him. During that time he would place kisses on your shoulder, a tender gesture to adore your body. When he was drunk, he was such a sweet lamb.
If he got more drunk, he would start speaking Spanish and a lot of gibberish Spanish which was impossible for you to understand. But it must have been very cheesy words from the lovesick smile he had on his face.
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