꧁𝚆𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚒𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚋𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊. ꧂
"I preferred to be in a war zone then b...
⚠︎︎TRIGGER WARNING: Emetophobia.⚠︎︎ ꨄSMUT WARNING: sub and dominance, hand job, praise kink. (Kinda sweet smut, not rough and dirty. Last smutty chapter for a while)ꨄ ☕︎︎☕︎︎☕︎︎☕︎︎☕︎︎
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"W... How did I get here?" I mumbled sitting up in bed, suddenly feeling the wave of nausea, and the pounding headache of a hangover.
"Morning" Spencer murmured, in his very sexy raspy morning voice.
"Did... Did we--? How did I get here?" I asked squinting, and pinching the bridge of my nose.
"You asked me to pick you up last night" Spencer explained. "You were really drunk... and emotional"
I buried my head in my hands and sighed audibly. "Ugh I hate myself"
"Don't worry about it" Spencer chuckled.
"I hate being an emotional drunk" I whined. "And I'm going to be sick" I whispered, running into the bathroom and throwing up violently into the toilet. Spencer, as he always did, scooped my hair up and rubbed my back. "This-" I began before throwing up again. "Happens-" I choked out. "Way too much"
"What you being hungover, or throwing up in front of me?" Spencer questioned.
"Both" I chuckled before throwing up once more.
"It's ok" Spencer chuckled kissing the top of my head.
"You'd think I'd be used to this" I mumbled "I don't remember a thing that happened last night"
"You seemed pretty disorientated when I got there, I think you experienced a moment of derealization, it's when you feel detached from reality" Spencer informed me.
"I know what it is" I sighed. "What's wrong with me?" I asked rhetorically.
"It's could be a one off feeling, or it's just another addition to your depression"
"I thought I was getting better"
"You probably are, but alcohol changes our perception of things" Spencer pointed out. "You think you're getting better?"
"mhm I feel somewhat happier, less suicidal, so yeah... Why do you not think so?"
"No I do but it's nice to hear it from you" Spencer smiled I returned it, smiling softly up at him. The cute moment was short lived and interrupted by me throwing up in the toilet once more. "How much did you drink?"
