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tags: rommulas, rommulas x reader, roman leal, fluff, alcohol use, drunkenness, sweet/soft roman, established relationship, boyfriend! roman, brief boyliife mention, the cutest gentlest roman ever wow
i really just love him so much so here’s him taking care of you while drunk ૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝> . <⸝⸝꒱ྀིა
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there was no sugarcoating it; you were drunk. you’d been out at the club celebrating a good friend’s 22nd birthday for close to four hours now, and the drinks were catching up. you hadn’t planned to go so hard, but everyone seemed to want to chip in a birthday round of shots for the table. you lost count around six, and that was on top of the drinks you’d had at pres and then bought yourself. you were having one of those moments of clarity in the bathroom - gripping the sink and staring at yourself in the mirror as you felt each drink hit you like a semi truck. the world was moving in nauseating waves, rocking you like a boat on a rough sea.
someone banged on the bathroom door, and it hit you that you’d been in there entirely too long. it could’ve been anything between ten minutes and an hour you were so damn out of it. you stumbled out of the bathroom, looking around through the packed mass of bodies for your friends and your boyfriend. it was easy enough when one was a 6’5 platinum blond, so even in your drunken haze you located them pretty quickly. getting through the crowd to them was the hard part - the people packed so tightly it was almost impossible to move. you weaved your way through drunk girls making out with each other, creepy guys reaching out to you, and at least a dozen visibly underage teens riding the high of their fake id’s getting accepted.
eventually you made it to your group, falling into roman’s arms as you tripped on the last step. you looked up at him and realised suddenly how pretty he was - he looked so beautiful tonight. you stood silently for a moment just gazing at him, taking in his features one by one. it wasn’t often that you got to just stare at him shamelessly like this - though in your opinion it should’ve been a lot more. how was he walking around looking this glorious all the time? he was like a disney prince with his shiny hair and his doe like eyes. and you were somehow the one calling him your boyfriend. how fucking lucky you were.
“you okay baby?” he asked softly after a while, leaning down close so you could hear him. of course you were okay, you were better than okay. you were in the arms of the most gorgeous boy to ever walk the earth, drunk out of your mind, and he was looking at you like the most precious thing he’d ever touched. how could you not be okay?
“yess my loveee,” you slurred, leaning into him so hard you almost fell over. he led you over to a nearby booth to sit, pulling you into his lap. this was comfy, this was perfect. a little secluded from everyone else, just you and the angel of a man holding you. he was looking at you a little concerned, maybe because your words were practically incoherent, maybe because your eyes couldn’t focus for the life of themselves. but you didn’t have it in you to care. you carded a hand through his hair, feeling the soft waves as they ran like liquid through your fingers.
“i think we need to get you home sweetheart,” he muttered, growing more concerned by the minute. you were confused - you were having sooo much fun here. all your friends were around and the music was lovely and loud and you didn’t wanna go home at all. before you could even protest, he took your hand in his and helped you stand back up. you forgot what complaints you had as soon as he did, his warmth and stability clouding your memory.
he carefully ducked and weaved through the crowd of bodies, throwing a quick explanation to your friends. he didn’t really need to though, with the way your body was loosely stumbling behind his it was clear you were ready to go home. he managed to get you outside safely, hailing a cab and gently guiding you into the backseat. you were suddenly feeling sooo sleepy, and it was taking all of your strength not to pass out then and there. you knew roman wouldn’t want you to. or maybe he wouldn’t mind… the seat was just so warm and the car was rocking so smoothly and before you knew it you were drifting off.
you weren’t sure how long it had been before you were being shaken awake - it couldn’t be too long as you were still in the car. roman’s gentle voice cut through the silence, “wake up and come inside baby, then you can sleep.” you were perfectly comfortable sleeping right then and there, but you knew somewhere in the back of your mind that this wasn’t allowed. reluctantly, you sat up, your head immediately spinning. with a lot of help from roman you managed to get out of the car, leaning on him for stability as you made your towards his apartment together.
you could barely stay awake let alone walk, so after only a couple of steps he realised you weren’t going to make it on your own. with a fond sigh, he picked you up, swinging your legs over one arm to carry you like a princess. this was much better. this was amazing in fact, save for the way your head was bobbing against his arm with every step making you dizzy. you couldn’t see anything, your vision blurry and disjointed from the alcohol and the brief nap. so you shut your eyes, trusting him to keep you safe as he walked through the apartment.
with your eyes shut you couldn’t tell where you were, not until you were being laid gently into bed. you cried out softly at the loss of contact with roman, but he didn’t go far - a moment later you felt his hands on your feet, pulling off your heels. with each movement he made he pressed another kiss against you; on your forehead when he laid you down, on your calves as he removed your shoes, and now on your collarbones as he reached under your shirt and unclipped your bra.
it wasn’t sexual, it was caring, making sure you were comfortable as you slept (though you could’ve slept just as easily on a bed of nails at this point). you still had your makeup on, and that tight denim skirt, but there was only so much to be done before he worried he was crossing a line. he knew you’d be confused in the morning, he knew your drinking habits well enough ti know you were blacked out right now. waking up in bed with no memory of how you got there would be distressing enough, he didn’t want to add the confusion of waking up naked to your list of troubles.
once he’d done all that he could, including gently tugging the hair tie out of your hair and combing his fingers through it to release the tension, he laid down next to you, wrapping his arms around your body. you were still awake, but only barely, you were practically unresponsive. your head was empty, the only thoughts you could form being how comfortable you were and how warm roman was. you wanted him near you, reaching out to the side of bed you knew he was on by the pressure against the mattress. your eyes were closed - too heavy to keep open - as he pulled you tighter to his chest.
somewhere in the back of your mind you were vaguely conscious of wanting to stay up and talk to him, to get to enjoy the feeling of his hands in your hair and around your waist. but exhaustion won out, and the last thing you could remember before you knocked out was him peppering soft kisses into your hair.
roman didn’t stay awake much longer than you, only taking a few minutes to himself to watch you sleep. not in a creepy way, just that he truly felt so lucky to be able to call you his, to get to have you like this. so peaceful, so beautiful, and all to
himself. soon enough, he drifted off as well, his head pressed against your shoulder and the rest of his body curled tight against yours. with him next to you, you felt safer than anywhere else in the world. and for roman, getting to take care of you like this made him feel more at peace than anything else could.
you both slept in late, prolonging every possible moment you could spend together like this, entangled in roman’s sheets, entangled in each other’s bodies. he spent the next morning nursing you through your hangover, much of the day spent laying in bed hiding from the sun. your headache killed you, and you knew the responsibilities you were neglecting would cone back to bite you in the ass soon enough. but for now, you didn’t care. because you got to be with roman, in your own little world, as he treated you like genuine royalty. and that was worth all the hangovers in the world.
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