joji miller imagines

intoxicated II

joji

i woke up to the sound of my phone notifications going off, and i immediately opened my eyes to realize that y/n and i had fallen asleep together.

i was lying on my side and y/n had fallen asleep with her face buried in my neck and my arms were around her, pulling her closer into my chest.

i reached around y/n, making sure not to wake her up as i grabbed my phone and opened twitter to see why the fuck i was getting so many notifications.

y/n's breath tickled my neck but i didn't dare move to wake her up, plus she would probably be really hung over this morning.

my heart started to flutter as i saw the photo max posted on his twitter.

it was a photo probably taken last night, and it was y/n and i asleep cuddling in my bed, in the exact same position we are in this morning.

the caption was "so precious".

i let out a sigh and tried to not laugh, y/n must hate being teased like this by ian and max, and she probably doesn't even like me anyway.

i put my phone back down and turned off my ringer so y/n wouldn't have wake up, and i closed my eyes, rubbing her back softly and then i fell back asleep, hoping that y/n would wake up not embarrassed about max's tweet.

"what time is it?" y/n grumbled, her voice all scratchy, she lifted her head a little from my neck, and fuck! she's so cute!

"it's early, go back to sleep," i whispered, and she tucked her head back into my neck, tightening her grip on me.

and i tried to keep my heart from beating too fast that she would feel it, and know how nervous i was.

and then she started snoring again, and i smiled, rubbing her back again until i finally went back to sleep.

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i woke up to the feeling of y/n whipping open the bathroom door, then all the alcohol consumed last night came back up.

i sat up, reaching for my phone, 9:34 am. i stood up from bed, walking to the bathroom and seeing y/n bent over the toilet, coughing.

"you okay?" i asked, my voice thick with sleep. i sat down next to her, rubbing her back softly as she flushed the toilet.

"no," she sputtered, leaning back to fall into my chest. she closed her eyes, "i should probably head home,"

"y/n.. you just threw up. come back to bed," i mumbled, looking down at her, and she looked back up at me, and she looked fucking exhausted.

"yeah.. okay." she nodded, and i helped her up, grabbing her hand and leading her back to my bed.

i lay down first, then she got in next to me, she turned to face me and tucked herself into my side, and i pulled the blanket over us, tucking her in.

"hey y/n?..." i mumbled, my heart starting to race, but no response, and i looked down by my shoulder, she was fast asleep.

i let out a sigh and closed my eyes, rubbing her arm softly. i wanted to beat up max, she clearly can't handle drinking that much, and he knows it.