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The walk from the bar to your apartment was longer than you remembered. The few drinks that you had made your head buzz, and the weight of Rody leaning on you made you feel even heavier. You had planned to be the drunken mess tonight, but Rody took that role after 6 straight shots in a row.
“Weeeee are the champions, m-my friends,” Rody hiccupped as he began rocking side to side.
“I don’t think either of us won tonight, Rody.”
“Whaaaaat?? That’s c-crazy talk (y/n).”
You rolled your eyes and kept having to readjust Rody’s body to keep him upright. At one point he got out of your grasp and stumbled to a wall.
“(Y/N), I don’t feel so good..”
He proceeded to vomit out most of the drinks he had and you rubbed his back while he emptied his stomach. Usually, Rody was the one to take care of you, so this role reversal was unique to say the least. He wiped the remaining puke off his mouth, and put his arm back around you so you could proceed back on your route home.
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You somehow managed to unlock your front door while Rody was putting all of his body weight on you. The door opened and you both stumbled to the floor. You quickly got up to see if Rody was injured, but he was on his side, laughing like a maniac.
“Rody, are you okay??”
Rody kept laughing, and held his stomach tightly.
“We’re both soooooo drunk (y/n)!!”
“Yes Rody, we are both quite drunk, but I think you’re the champion tonight.”
“ I’M the champion?? In your face, Freddy Jupiter!!”
“His name’s Freddy Mercury, Rody.”
Rody kept laughing and you somehow managed to get his drunk ass off the floor and into the bathroom. You flipped on the shower head to get the water going. Rody hated cold water, but this is exactly what he needed to gain some semblance of humanity back.
“Rody, is it okay if I help you take your clothes off so I can get you in the shower?”
Rody lifted his arms up without saying a word.
You helped him out of his jacket and button up shirt that were covered in his puke from earlier. You unbuttoned his belt and rolled down his pants, leaving his boxers on for obvious reasons.
“All right Rody, time to get in.”
Rody went to touch the water and immediately yelped.
“WHY DID YOU MAKE IT SO COLD (Y/N)?!!”
“IT’S FOR YOUR OWN GOOD YOU DRUNKEN MESS!”
You and Rody began to wrestle. It was like trying to get a cat to take a bath. He started to grip the side of the tub as you attempted to lift his leg in. Rody was damn strong for being so intoxicated. After a struggle, you finally got him sitting in the tub, with the cold water running down his body.
As you used a washcloth to clean him up, his head fell into your chest, and you stopped what you were doing.
“T-thank you, (y/n)..”
“For what?”
“For taking care of me. I-I’m not very good at letting people help me, so t-thanks.”
You held his head to your chest, even though it completely soaked your shirt.
“You’re welcome, Rody. I’m happy to help.”
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After drying him off to the best of your ability, you managed to get him tucked into your bed. You set up your air mattress on the floor, because you didn’t want to be too far from him in case anything happened in his sleep. As soon as you turned the light off, you heard Rody begin to mumble.
“(Y/N).. come here..”
You got off the air mattress and sat on the edge of your bed.
“Is everything okay, Rody?”
“Come.. lay.. with me..”
Your face turned red with blush. As close as you and Rody were, you two had never been so intimate with each other. The thought had crossed your mind once or twice..
“I would rather cuddle with you when you’re sober, Rody.”
He turned away from you and laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling.
“I’ll ask you again in the m-morning..”
His words trailed off as he finally drifted to sleep. You brushed his hair out of his face and gave him a small kiss on his forehead. As messy as this night was, you wouldn’t have done it with anyone else. As you lay down to go to sleep, you let Rody’s last words linger in your mind, and couldn’t wait for the morning to arrive.