The Bomb Digz Long Imagines

You get drunk (Devin)

Giggling you looked up at Devin as he towered over you, the half-drunk bottle of vodka remained in your fist as you took another swing "That's enough of that."

He muttered grabbing the bottle, taking it from your grip.

"Give it back!" You yelled struggling to get off the couch, he simply sighed before disappearing off somewhere "Devin."

You slurred stumbling off after him, he was in the kitchen sticking the bottle on top of the fridge out of your reach "Let's go to bed." He stated firmly reaching out to grab your hand, jerking away you shook your head "Give me the bottle back!"

Drawing in a deep breath he grumbled something under his breath "I'm not in the mood to deal with this right now Y/N, either you walk upstairs or I carry you." You let out a random giggle, swaying side to side struggling to stand up right "Your always so mean to me, you never let me have any fun Devvvvv!" You screeched stomping your foot against the ground.

Without a word he swept you off your feet throwing you effortlessly over his shoulder, his hand rested on your ass to keep you from falling as he continued walking towards the stairs "Dev let me go!" Banging on his back repeatedly he didn't seem phased at all, instead he kicked open the bedroom door and set you on the bed "Meanie." You pouted crossing your arms over your chest.

"You're lucky I love you Y/N, now shut it and go to sleep."