Rosé Imagines (gxg)

you're hungover (requested)

Rosé awoke to the moans and groans falling from your lips. She opened her eyes and looked at you, finding that you buried your face in the pillow and tugged the blanket over your head to block out the sunlight peeking through the window.

She got up and slid the curtains shut before laying back down beside you and placing her hand on your back.

"Are you okay?"

"No," you whined and let her pull the blanket from your head. "I feel awful. My head is pounding, the room is spinning, I feel like I'm gonna throw up."

"You're the one who got drunk." She said but brushed her hand along your back to comfort you. "I know you don't feel good but that's the consequences of getting drunk."

"I just wanted one night out and to let my hair down. I guess I got carried away."

"That's what your friends said. That's why they had me pick you up." She said and you groaned in response.

"I'm gonna throw up."

"Okay, let's get you into the bathroom, then." She mumbled before going to your side of the bed. She carefully helped you out of bed and into the bathroom where she knelt behind you as you started to empty your stomach. She crinkled her nose but still stayed by your side and ran her hand along your back to soothe you.

"Why'd I drink so much?" You whined and felt Rosie pull your hair back.

"I don't know, baby. Maybe next time you won't get so drunk, huh?" She said, teasing you a little but also trying to comfort you but rubbing your back and kissing your head. "It's okay. Just let it out. You'll feel better."

You let it all go; an agonizing few minutes spent with your head over the toilet and Rosé spent comforting you as best as she could until you finally stopped a few minutes later.

"I'm really thirsty." You said, wiping your mouth with a washcloth that Rosé grabbed for you.

"I'll grab you some water and crackers. You have to brush your teeth though before we can get you back to bed. Do you think you can stand on your own? Are you too dizzy?"

You stood on your feet and swayed a little but the room stopped spinning a few seconds later.

"I'll be okay for a second."

She nodded and left the room to let you brush your teeth while grabbing you some things to help. She got you a big glass of cold water, some crackers, and some pain medicine to ease your headache. She met you back in the bedroom, happy to see you slipping under the covers already.

"How's your stomach? Feeling nauseous?"

"A little." You said and she quickly placed the stuff on your nightstand to move the empty trash can closer to you in case you threw up again. "Take these. They'll help your headache." She said and placed the pills in your hand and watched you swallow them as you drank the water slowly.

"And eat these crackers. They'll be gentle on your stomach."

You took a bite here and there but would push them away when you felt too dizzy or nauseous.

"I don't want to drink again."

"Hey," she whispered softly and let you lay your head on her chest as she ran her fingers along your arm. "You can drink, y/n. There's nothing wrong with wanting a drink or having a glass of wine or two. But you just shouldn't go overboard. You can have a girls night out, you can get a little tipsy. Just don't get insanely drunk."

"No more, I promise."

"Good. I'm holding you to that." She said, kissing the side of your head. "Why don't you sleep a little? It might help you feel a little better."

You nodded and drifted off to sleep with Rosie drawing hearts on your skin with her fingertips and humming in your ear, both of you hoping that you'd feel better after some rest.