hii! i love your writing!! could you write a jobe fic where he has to pick up drunk reader from a bar after a night out w her friends and she ends up slung over his shoulder?
pic is from pinterest and isnt mine!
jobe receives a phone call from your friend, stating youve gone a bit crazy and emotional AND slightly pukey, to pick you up. you realise you don’t want to go. in the end jobe has to sling you over is shoulder and carry you back.
taglist (tw) : alcohol, drinking, pet names, established relationship, jobe bellingham x fem!reader, puke? sassy/slight bratty reader(due to the alcohol)
the music thumped loud enough to make the floor vibrate beneath your heels, bass echoing through your chest as colourful lights flashed across the crowded pub. voices blurred together into one loud hum, laughter spilling from every corner of the room.
your head was lolled against your friend’s shoulder as you squinted towards the dance floor, blinking dramatically every few seconds as if the room refused to stay still.
“i’m fiiiiine,” you insisted for what had to be the fifteenth time, despite the fact you’d spent the last ten minutes alternating between laughing hysterically and insisting the room was “doing circles.”
your friend, sophie, pinched the bridge of her nose. “you threw up in the bathroom.”
she stared at you for a long moment before sighing deeply and pulling her phone from her bag.
“who’re you calling?” you frowned suspiciously, trying but failing to focus on the screen in her hand.
your eyes widened dramatically. “but i’m fine! don’t call him.”
“someone has to be responsible.”
you gasped as if she’d personally offended your entire bloodline. “so much for a girls night.”
“babes it’s 2am, you need to sleep.”
“but i’m an adult! i don’t have a bedtime.”
she ignored your offended look, already holding the phone to her ear. “hi, jobe? yeah… um… i think you need to come get her.”
jobe arrived twenty minutes later, slightly out of breath after rushing over.
the second he stepped through the doors of the pub, he spotted you immediately.
you were sitting cross-legged on one of the booths, passionately explaining something to a sophie how each chip made you feel.
“…and this chip hates me,” you pointed accusingly at one particularly crispy chip, “it’s looking at me funny.”
he had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself laughing.
god, you were ridiculous.
sophie let out a groan, looking anywhere but you when she spotted him. “thank god.”
she practically pulled him over. “she’s your problem now.”
jobe looked down at you, his smile already giving him away. “hello, gorgeous.”
you looked up slowly. “…jobe?”
you gasped dramatically. “you’re here.”
“because my friend called you. but she never said the location.” you whispered, narrowing your eyes. “that’s suspicious.”
your friend buried her face in her hands.
jobe couldn’t help smiling. “you sent me your location.”
he laughed quietly, crouching down until he was eye level with you. “come on baby, don’t yoi trust me?
his voice softened instinctively when he saw that you yawn. “let’s get you home.”
you stared at him. “…no.”
you looked around the pub with a dreamy smile.“because…” you spread your arms. “…party.”
he chuckled, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “you’ve had enough fun for one night.”
he smiled fondly, unable to stop looking at you despite the chaos.
the moment you stood up, your knees wobbled.“who moved the floor?”
“nobody moved the floor.”
“pretty sure that’s you.”
one arm wrapped securely around your waist, jobe slowly guided you outside while your friend followed behind carrying your bag. his hand stayed firmly against your side the entire time, making sure you didn’t stumble too far with every uneven step.
every few steps you stopped. “my legs forgot how to leg.”
you looked up at him with a sleepy smile.“you’re pretty.”
he looked down at you, smiling without even realising it. “thanks, sweetheart.”
somehow, after what felt like walking a marathon across the car park, you finally reached his car.
he reached for the passenger door. “there we go.”
but instead, you stared at it, then at him and then back at the car. “…i don’t wanna.”
he paused. “don’t wanna what?”
before jobe could react, you suddenly spun around. “she needs me!”
sophie turned back, stopping her walk to the bar as she heard you yell.
you bolted but it was more like a stumble at surprising speed.
“oi!” jobe laughed despite himself before jogging after you. “you’re quicker than you look!”
by the time he caught up, you’d already made it back to the entrance of the pub.
sophie had barely stepped inside before you wrapped both arms around one of her legs like a koala clinging to a tree. “don’t let him take me!”
she nearly toppled over. “y/n!”
“your my best friend though.
jobe finally reached the pair of you, breathing out an amused sigh. “baby.”
you hugged her leg even tighter. “i live here now.”
you pointed vaguely towards a group of strangers watching the scene unfold “my people.”
one of the strangers awkwardly raised his pint.“…love you too, mate.”
“see?” you beamed proudly. “they understand.”
your friend looked at jobe helplessly. “i’ve tried everything.”
he rubbed a hand over his face, trying very hard not to laugh.“alright.” and he crouched beside you again. “last chance.”
you shook your head dramatically. “never.”
before you could question him, strong hands slid around your waist. “jobe-”
and the world suddenly flipped.
a second later you were draped over his shoulder, your arms dangling down his back as he effortlessly stood up.
he adjusted his grip so you wouldn’t slip. “by your boyfriend.”
your friend burst into laughter behind the two of you, snapping a few pictures to tease you tomorrow morning.
you reached towards her dramatically “remember me…”
she could barely breathe from laughing. “i’ll… i’ll visit you.”
“don’t leave me with him!”
“next time don’t down whatever concoction you made with the drinks you bought.”
jobe patted the back of your thigh “comfortable?”
you huffed loudly. “you’re mean.”
“you’ll still love me tomorrow.”
you let out an exaggerated sigh before lazily playing with the back of his hoodie. “…your shoulder’s comfy.”
“thought you weren’t comfortable?”
he smiled to himself. “course it is.”
halfway back to the car you suddenly went quiet. suspiciously quiet..
“…i think i’m gonna be sick.”
his eyes widened. “seriously?”
he sighed. “don’t do that.”
without another word he picked up the pace, rubbing small reassuring circles against the back of your leg as he walked. the second he reached the car he carefully set you back onto your feet, one hand never leaving your waist as he made sure you were steady.
you blinked up at him, suddenly far less energetic than before. “…sorry.”
his expression softened immediately. “there’s nothing to apologise for.”
you rested your forehead against his chest, your arms loosely wrapping around his middle. “i made you leave home.”
“i clung onto sophie’s leg.
“…i think i argued about some chips.”
you groaned loudly. “…please never remind me.”
he laughed quietly, brushing messy strands of hair away from your face before tucking them carefully behind your ear. “depends.”
“whether you remember trying to convince a packet of salt and vinegar crisps that they were judging you.”
your face dropped. “…they were though.”
he couldn’t hold back his laugh this time.
he wrapped both arms around you, pulling you against him for a moment despite knowing you both probably smelt like alcohol and the pub. you melted into the hug instantly, mumbling something completely incoherent against his hoodie.
he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head.“come on, trouble.”
he opened the passenger door before helping you inside, making sure your seatbelt clicked securely into place.
“let’s get you home before you pass out.”
you were already fast asleep, leaning to the side, a bit of drool escaping from thr corner of your mouth. jobe shut the door, shaking his head with the biggest smile.
as he drove back, looking through the window, he watched you mumble something in your sleep and he couldn’t help laughing to himself.
tomorrow morning you’d wake up absolutely mortified. but tonight , you were simply his ridiculously adorable, unbelievably stubborn drunk girlfriend, and despite everything, he wouldn’t have traded being the one to take care of you for anything.
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