Requested by @nae-nae20 Hope you like it! Translations at the end!
You were laying in bed, reading a book before you went to sleep, when you got a message Spock. "Spock to Miss. (Y/n)."
"(Y/n) here, what's up Spock?"
"You need to come to the ships bar and escort Mr. Chekov to his room. He is very intoxicated." You mentally groaned. You hated it when Pavel drank, but he still did it.
"I'm on my way." You replied, getting up. You put on a pair of slippers, and made your way down to the bar.
You heard Pavel before you saw him. He was speaking in slurred Russian. "Вы не можете сказать мне, что делать!"
"Sir, you need to leave."
"Нет! Кто-то получает мне водки!"
"Anyone know what he's saying?"
You walked in to the room, and sighed. He looked pitiful. His eyes were bloodshot, and he smelled like vodka.
"Pavel, come on, you've had enough." You told him, and he turned to you, a sad expression on his face.
"Fine." He mumbled, chugging the rest of his drink, and staggering to his feet. His feet couldn't seem to find solid ground, and you ended up having to practically carry him to his room.
"I seriously don't understand why you do this to yourself, Pavel." You muttered, unlocking his door, and dumping him on his bed.
He sighed and rolled over onto his stomach.
"Hey (y/n)?"
"What?"
"I love you."
"Love you too bud, now go to sleep." You sighed, running a hand through your hair. He always said something like that when he was drunk.
"No, but I mean it. I love you. You make me happy, but also nervous, and I never can figure out how to tell you." He said, falling asleep.
You felt your cheeks redden. He didn't mean that, right? He was drunk. But the sincerity, and how he looked at you.
You decided to put it off until the morning, maybe then you could get him to make more sense, as well as take you on a date.
Translations
Вы не можете сказать мне, что делать!"--- You can't tell me what to do!
" Нет! Кто-то получает мне водки!"-- No! Someone get me some vodka!
Hope you liked it!!
~Clieo
