Can you write one with Scott Summers where he’s drunk and the reader is taking care of him and he ends up confessing his feelings for them.

jinglejanglebarry:

ok hopefully this won’t suck, sorry if it’s short

“Oh my god Scott, how much did you even drink?!” you spit, readjusting his arm on your shoulder. Holding him up by his waist, you try to stand him up straight, only for him to slump more.

He giggles, twirling your hair through his fingers, “I lo-ost count.” he slurs, raising his eyebrows above his glasses. “P-P-Peter won the con-test; he can drink soooo much!” he giggles again, taking a step as you open the door to his dorm room.

You roll your eyes, tossing the keys on the desk. “I’m gonna kill him…” you mutter quietly under your breath. Pulling Scott’s lanky body, somehow you manage to plop him on the twin sized bed; you sigh in relief.

Scott pouts, “No!” he shouts, pounding the bed with his fist; you quirk an eyebrow skeptically. “You’ll-you’ll go-o to jail! And I-I can’t hand-dle that!” he cries, toeing off his shoes. “I love you too-o m-much.”

That makes your heart jump to your throat but you shake it off. “You don’t mean that. You’re drunk; go to sleep.” you mumble, taking off his jacket and hanging it on the door handle. There’s an awkward tension in the air. He didn’t mean to say that, did he?

He sighs, climbing into his bed, fully clothed. “I do. Ask me when-when I’m sober.” he whispers with a yawn, rubbing his eyes from underneath his glasses before taking them off. “I love you, Y/N…” he drifts off to sleep.

You take a deep breath, creeping out of the room “I love you too, Scott.” you say to the closed door before spinning on your  heel. Something tells you tomorrow he won’t remember any of this. You sigh, stalking back to your room, replaying his words in your head.