I’m Drunk, Baby – Dylan Larkin
Requested: Yes ∆ No
Word Count: 728
Dylan woke up with a startle after hearing the door slam at 2 AM followed by a loud ‘shhhhhh.’ That noise was followed by some loud footsteps and bumps against the walls until his girlfriend, Y/N, clumsily opened the door.
You made eye contact with a now very awake Dylan and frowned, “Oh no I woke you up, I thought I was being quiet.”
You stumbled over to the bed pulling off you dress as you went.
“You have fun tonight?” Dylan smirked.
“Yeah and I’m drunk,” you pulled out one of Dylan’s shirts and put it on, leaning over to give him a kiss.
“Really I couldn’t tell? Especially since you taste like a bar.”
“Don’t be mean,” you whined, crawling into the bed.
“I missed you though, next time come out with me.”
“It was a girl’s night I don’t think I was invited.”
“Next time it’s gonna be a girl’s night plus Dylan.” you gave him a peck on the cheek, “and other people’s boyfriends and stuff, but I don’t care if they actually come.”
He laughed before rolling over and trying to get back to sleep but you kept moving around, kicking the sheets up trying to get comfortable but just making them more tangled.
“Dylan why are our sheet broken?” You kicked more in frustration.
Dylan laughed as he got out bed, moving the sheets and comforter to started to tuck you in, as you drunkenly smiling up at him.
“Wait Y/N, want me to wash off your make up first?”
“Aww that would be so nice. I don’t want to ruin the sheets. Or get a big ol’ zit”
He helped you up out of the bed and leads you to the bathroom, sitting you down on the edge of the tub. The moment Dylan turns his back you slide into the tub, flailing your legs in the air and giggling.
“I fell in.”
Dylan helps you up again, you sway a little bit before he steadies you. He grabs your face wash and a wash cloth and gently removes your make up, kissing you once he’s done.
You smack your hands on your cheeks and grin, “I feel so clean thank you.” You then flips your hair over your face, whipping Dylan in the process, “can you put my hair in a ponytail too?”
“Of course babe, but it won’t be good.”
He pulls your hair up and puts it into a lopsided ponytail.
“Can you brush my teeth too?” You ask innocently.
“That might be where I draw the line.”
“Pleeeeeeeeassssssssseeeeee,” you draw it out while trying to give puppy eyes which look rather pathetic while you have little control over your motor skills.
Dylan rolls his eyes, but he’s a great boyfriend so agrees to do it. It’s quite possibly the most awkward thing he’s ever done. Brushing someone else’s teeth feels weird enough as is, but then trying to steady his drunk girlfriend and have you keep your mouth open makes it worse.
You start to gag on the toothbrush and pull away, almost falling back into the tub as you spit at the drain.
“Oh my god Y/N, you couldn’t wait to spit in the sink.” He chuckles as he turns on the faucet wash away the toothpaste.
Then he lifts you up to bring you back into bed. Your knees buckle the moment he stands you up so he opts to carry you the rest of the way. Tucking you under the covers before crawling onto his side of the bed.
You turn over and kiss his shoulder, tucking yourself under his arm to rest your head on his chest.
“Hey can we have sex tomorrow?” You gently run your fingers up and down Dylan’s chest, “I would do it tonight but I think I might throw up if I try.”
“As sexy as throwing up in bed sounds, I think I’m fine without getting any tonight.”
“Perfect cause I’m crazy horny,” you hiccup, “but also crazy drunk.”
“No worries, besides after brushing your teeth for you I’m the opposite of crazy horny.”
“Awww, I hope you still love me.”
“Of course I still love you.” He kisses the top of your head and soothingly rubs your back.
You give a soft smile and mumble an ‘I love you’ back before you’re out like a light.
