𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟯

Drunk and Overwhelmed| Request

Y/N POV:

"Are you sure you want more?" My best friend asks as I lean over the bar to order another drink. I nod, smiling widely as I feel my body tip to the side. Giggling I clutch the bar, ordering the drink and immediately downing it in a few mouthfuls. My best friend stares at me, no longer does she seem carefree like me, but concern etches her features.

I admit I'm going a bit overboard, but work has been kicking my ass this week and I'm badly missing my boyfriend Leon, who's off doing some super special secret agent stuff, and I have no idea when he's going to be back. I wanted a release, just one night where I can forget about my troubles and everything that's overwhelming me, I just want to feel something good for a while.

The night goes on, and I barely remember my best friend calling up her boyfriend to help me get home. I'm grateful, but end up slumping on the couch and closing my eyes, shoving a pillow over my head as I sing to myself. I hear the door open and close a few times, then as if my imagination is running wild I hear Leon's voice.

Leon POV:

"She's really drunk, and probably isn't in the best state of mind. I'm sorry for calling you." Y/N's best friend apologetically says to me outside of our apartment. I nod, hitching my duffel bag higher over my shoulder. The universe has some pretty shitty timing, but right now I've never been to happy to be back late at night.

I take a deep breath, thanking her, then finally step into my home for the first time in weeks. I first hear Y/N singing some out of tune pop song, a pillow smothered over her head as if to hide from the world. A smile tugs my lips, watching her for a second as I look over her outfit, thinking how fucking beautiful she is.

"I don't think those lyrics go with that song, baby?" I finally say, making my presence known. Y/N stops, freezing, then stands as the pillow falls to the floor. Her eyes are wide, but bloodshot as hell. Jesus, how much did she drink?

"Leeeeooonn!" She squeals, trying to rush to me. She's usually a little clumsy, but when she's drunk she's practically got two left legs. Without even lifting a foot she walks towards me, stumbling and tripping over the pillow on the floor. My brows draw together as she falls forwards, and I thankfully catch her in my arms just in time. She doesn't seem bothered as she smiles up at me, perfumed wrists looping around the back of my neck as she hugs me.

"Looks like I came home just in time, huh?" I muse, not making a big deal of her state. She's allowed to do whatever she wants, but the only thing that irks me is that she would've been alone tonight if I hadn't have come back early. She giggles over nothing, cheeks flushed and words slurred as she begins to compliment me.

"You're so handsome, but so cute too. Like, you remind me of that bunny cop from the animal movie, but at the same time you're so angsty and hot and remind me of the dude from Tangled, you know?"

I bite back a laugh, nodding as I scoop her up and carry her to the bedroom. I set her on the bed as she begins singing again, eyes closed as she smiles to herself. My heart skips a beat, and I wonder how I ended up with someone so fucking perfect. I shake it off, grabbing a makeup wipe and carefully kneeling down and wiping some lipstick and eye stuff off of her face, then I press a kiss to her nose. I then help her get undressed, lifting up her dress as she raises her arms above her head like a kid. I don't linger too long when goosebumps show on her skin, and end up slipping one of my tees over her head since it's easier and probably comfortable.

"All comfy?" I coo as she nods and climbs under the covers, looking up at me with awe.

"I've missed you. It's been such a shitty week. I'm sorry I'm like this." She says sadly, then suddenly all the happiness is gone as tears run down her cheeks. I panic, hating to see her cry. I wipe the tears away, pulling her to my chest as I lie beside her, rubbing a hand up and down her back.

"Shh, I've missed you too, but I'm back now, and I'll take care of you. Just get some sleep, OK?" I softly say, hand shaking as she nods and nuzzles into me. I sigh, relaxing as her breathing evens out. I really want a shower and something to eat, but there's no way I'm leaving Y/N alone, so I just stay awake keeping an eye on her, and enjoying the feeling of finally having my girl back in my arms.

At some point Y/N wakes up, sitting up as she presses a hand to her mouth. I dart up, already knowing where this is going. I grab the trash can, holding it under her chin as my other hand grabs her hair, then suddenly she's being sick, gagging and vomiting all that alcohol. I murmur comforting words to her, frowning as it keeps coming and coming until she's finally done.

I slip out of bed and clean up, then bring Y/N a cool glass of water. She takes it with sweaty hands, looking less drunk and more hungover. "Fuck, I think I drank too much." She grumbles. I nod, getting back into bed as she sips the water then lies down again.

I open my arms for her, and like always she shuffles closer to me, sighing into my warmth as she falls asleep once more. I kiss the top of her head, feeling a sense of responsibility to look after her during a time of vulnerability. I wouldn't trade this feeling for anything in the world, she's mine to take care of and worship, and I love doing it almost as much as I love her.

I stay awake until the first rays of sunlight begin to peek through the curtains, casting a soft glow around the room, Y/N sleeps soundly but I know when she wakes up she'll feel like shit, so I'll probably get up soon and start making some breakfast for her, then maybe I can have a shower and wash away the mission and start a fresh day with the love of my life, doing whatever she wants to, I don't mind as long as I'm by her side.