Wes always tried to stay sober when there was alcohol in the room. Except the one night when there was a party to celebrate 2 years of Smosh Games...
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"Wes! You're such a wimp! Get drunk for once." Lasercorn smirked, as he held up a bottle of vodka. "No thanks! I'd rather stay sober." He said, wrapping a hand around your waist. "Please Wes?" You looked up at him, pulling out the puppy dog eyes. Wes sighed, and held up a shot glass. "Hit me." He said, smiling a little bit.

About 8 shots later...
((Don't know how much it really takes to get wasted, so I just came up with a random number))

"(Y/N)! Babe, c'mere!" Wes slurred. You narrowed your eyes at Lasercorn, who was making out with Joven. ((I ship Lasershire so hard. It's my OTP)) "I hope you know, if he's dry-heaving in the morning, you're taking care of him." You said. Lasercorn flipped you off as you went to the living room, following Wes's voice. He was sprawled out on the couch, a beer bottle in hand. "You okay, babe?" You ask. He smiled like a complete idiot and started laughing about nothing. He was drunk. You sighed and shook your head, smiling. You had never seen Wes drunk until now, so this was gold. "I want you to know- *hiccup* -that I love you, so, so much." He said. You were trying your hardest not to laugh. "Alright Wes, I think it's time to start heading home." You said. "Aww! I don't wanna leave!" He protested, hiccuping multiple times. "Can we at least do it when we get home?" He asked, looking at you with his big brown puppy dog eyes. "Maybe. We'll see you guys later!" You called to your friends, who waved bye.
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You helped Wes inside, and sat him on the couch, while you went and got him some clothes to change into. When you got back to your wasted boyfriend, he was staring at his hands like they were glowing pink. "Wes, hon? Let's get you changed into pajamas." You said sweetly. Wes stood up, stumbling a little bit. "But, (Y/N)? You said we could do something when we got home." He said, taking a step toward you, a low growl rising in the back of his throat. "I said maybe, Wes. Will you please get changed?" You asked. He narrowed his eyes, and walked closer to you, pressing you against the nearest wall, and holding your arms above your head. "Later, I will. Now, I just want you." He whispered, his hot breath tickling your neck as he kissed you deeply.

-The next morning-

Your eyes fluttered open, seeing Wes asleep beside you, his brow slightly furrowed. His arm was around your waist, holding you close to him, while your head was on his chest. You quietly got up, only in a bra and underwear, and slipped on a tee and went to make breakfast. "Oh dear god. Worst idea ever." Wes said as you finished making a cup of coffee for the hungover idiot. "This is why you don't listen to Lasercorn." You smirked. "Let me guess, we-" He started. "Yes, we did. And yes, you listened to Lasercorn. But you were adorable drunk. I haven't seen you that way before." You said. "You have now." He grumbled. You rolled your eyes and handed him the coffee, Wes taking it greedily.