drunken | rutger mcgroarty
summary: after going over your limit, your boyfriend has to come and pick you up.
request: yes / no
warnings: drinking, teensy tiny bit of angst
a/n: wrote this instead of studying for my exams... also I'm testing out writing from a different pov not sure how i feel about it
word count: 0.9k
The night started with a promise to yourself that you would stick to your limit of at most four shots and a beer or two. However, with the excitement of it being your friend's birthday and free drinks coming left and right, you had well exceeded that limit.
At 1 am Camilla, the most sober of your group, decided that you guys should go home and get a head start on sobering up. She dragged you and your other drunk friends outside, planting you on the curb. Camilla grabbed your phone, calling your top contact.
Rutger was awoken by his phone ringing from the nightstand, his screen illuminating the whole room. He looked at it, seeing your contact photo on the screen. He pressed the answer button, only for his ear to be filled with shrieks and laughter, followed by a scolding voice.
“Hello?” He asks.
“Rutger?” A voice asked.
Rutger furrowed his brows at the unfamiliar voice coming in the place of what should’ve been his girlfriend’s. “Who’s this?” He asked.
“It’s Camilla!” She shouts. Rutger connects the dots, now recognizing the voice of your friend. “Don’t worry, y/n is fine she just — bitch I told you to sit on the curb we are not going back in the bar!”
Rutger chuckles to himself, knowing she was probably yelling at you. “Sorry, um she just had a little too much to drink and she was supposed to take an Uber home but I don’t want to send her alone. Is there any way you could come and get her?” Camilla asked.
Rutger was out of bed in an instant. “Yeah of course. Can you guys stay with her till I get there?” He asked. Camilla says of course, as Rutger pulls up the location of your phone.
15 minutes later, Rutger’s familiar car is pulling up next to the curb in front of you. He hops out of the car, seeing you sitting next to one of your friends, your head resting on her shoulder. When you spot him, your head shoots up and you scramble to your feet.
“Hey babe.” He chuckles, catching you as you step off the curb.
“What’re you doing here?” You ask, your words slurring together.
“I’m gonna drive you home.” He says. Rutger spots your heels and purse on the ground, grabbing them as you were about to forget them. “Babe, can you put your heels on I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
You keep trying to walk to the car, despite your lack of shoes. Rutger grabs a hold of your waist, picking you up off the ground. You squeal, gripping his shoulder and kicking your feet. “Y/n, baby, stop squirming.” Rutger said, tightening his grip on your hips.
“Byeeeeee!” You shout over his shoulder to your friends who await their own Uber.
Rutger opens the passenger door, placing you in his passenger seat and handing you your belongings. He thanks your friends before climbing in the driver's seat and pulling onto the street. You crank the volume of the radio, The Weeknd filling the car and rattling the base. Glancing over at your boyfriend, you looked at him adoringly. His face was briefly illuminated by passing cars and streetlamps.
“God you’re so pretty!” You shout over the music. “I am so so so in love with you.”
He chuckles, shaking his head at your drunk rambling.
“I think we should just go to Vegas and get married, right now.” You suggest. Rutger looks over at your face, which indicates that you’re serious, causing him to let out a loud laugh. “Rut, I’m serious.”
“I think that you're really drunk right now and I don't think you're going to remember any of this.” He says.
“I'm not drunk.” You pout, crossing your arms over your chest. “You're just super blurry right now.”
He laughs once more, causing you to laugh as well. A few minutes later, you guys pull into the driveway, Rutger getting out immediately to come to help you inside the house. He grabbed your shoes and your purse, taking you by the hand and walking inside.
“Let’s go get ready for bed, hm?” Rutger suggests.
As soon as you get into your bedroom, you flop down on the bed. Rutger grabs you a t-shirt from his drawer and some sweatshorts, urging you to change into them.
“Did I tell you how much I love you?” You ask him, taking the clothes.
“You did.” He nods.
Rutger helps you out of your mini-skirt and out of your mesh top. He slips his shirt over your head, a bit of makeup rubbing off on the hem, and helps you step into the shorts. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, albeit a sloppy one due to your drunken state. He pulls away a little quicker than normal, putting you on your side of the bed.
You frown at this. “Am I annoying you?” You ask him.
He turns to you a small smile on his face. “Not at all, baby.” He says, planting a soft kiss on your cheek.
“Are you sure?”
“100%.” He reassures you, climbing into his side of the bed. He removes his glasses and puts them on his side table
“I feel like I’m being annoying though.” You frown, pulling your knees into your chest. “Are you sure I’m not annoying you?”
“If you keep asking I’m going to get annoyed real fast.” Rutger said under his breath, but loud enough that you heard it.
Small tears began to fall down your cheeks. A small sniffle made Rutger flip over and face you, seeing your eyes welling with tears.
“Baby, baby, I’m sorry.” He said. He snakes his arms around you, pulling you into his torso. “That was mean. I’m sorry love.”
He kisses the side of your head, resting his chin on your shoulder
“So I wasn’t being annoying?” You ask again.
“A little.” He admits. “But even when you’re annoying me I still love you.”
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