Drunken Crush (Lafayette x Reader)
Warnings: Cussing, implied smut?
Request: OKAY so I’m a sucker for morning after fics, could you do a laf x reader where they get drunk and sleep together and wake up like OMG and avoid eachother but then the squad is totally over it and make them confess their feelings? Doesn’t have to be smutty but could be! LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR WRITING BTW 😘😘😘😘 @ur-friendly-neighborhood-fangirl
A/N: i love embarrassed laf, he’s the best. it’s funny how i cuss like a sailor in fic, but refuse to irl. how ironic of me!
You groaned, pulling the sheets over your head. The sun shined through the window, burning your eyes. You heard movement next to you, and arms wrap around your waist. You peeked out from the sheet, wondering who it was. The man next to you had long, curly hair, sticking out from its bun. When he tilted up his face, you gasped. His brown eyes shot open, looking at yours.
“Mon ami?” He questioned, moving his arms off you. You scrambled out of the bed, and Lafayette’s eyes trailed down to your body, quickly looking away. You glanced down, noticing that you were completely naked.
“Oh my goodness…” you shrieked, pulling a cover off the bed and wrapping it around yourself. “Laf, what the hell happened?” You looked down at the floor, noticing your clothes scattered on the floor. You blinked, instantly recalling what happened last night.
The Schuyler sisters invited you to a party that they held at their home. Eliza insisted that you wore the tightest outfit that you had, and Angelica encouraged her. Unfortunately, Peggy couldn’t make it to the party, because she had to work a late night at the library.
You arrived by yourself, holding a bottle of wine in your hand. When you knocked on the door, Hamilton answered it. His button-down shirt was slightly open, and you looked behind him, noticing Eliza holding onto his waist. He opened the door wider, inviting you in.
The living room was filled with dozens of people, and you couldn’t help but search for the Frenchman you had a crush on.
“Looking for someone?” Hercules asked, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. You laughed nervously, shaking your head.
“No, no! Just taking in my surroundings. Didn’t know the sisters knew so many people.” Herc nodded, taking a sip of the beer he held in his hand.
“Lafayette is sitting over there on the couch.” Before you could protest, Herc pushed you forward, making Lafayette look over at you.
His curly hair was tied back, as always, neatly packed into a bun. He wore a blue, plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up his forearm, and black, loose-fitting jeans. He stood up when he noticed you walking over, and held out his head. You put your hand in his, and he kissed your fingers softly.
“Nice to see you here, Y/N.” He grinned, and you blushed, taking your hand out of his.
“Hey, Laf. I thought you weren’t coming?” He shrugged his shoulders, guiding you to sit on the couch next to him. You did so, your arms brushing against one another.
The conversation went along that way, the small talk naturally flowing between both of you. You both continued drinking the alcohol that was given to you, Laurens smirking from his spot on the couch. Lafayette decided to take you to the kitchen, where it was more quiet. Once he closed the door behind you, he pushed you against it, his breath fanning onto your face.
You were both flat out drunk, and you knew this was a terrible idea. But his dilated pupils and the tent in his jeans made you stop overthinking. You pulled your face against his, your lips smashing against each other.
“We had sex…” you mumbled, widening your eyes. Lafayette looked at you, the red spreading across his cheeks. “Um, I got to go.” You grabbed your clothes off the floor and ran to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. You tried putting on the clothes, but they were badly torn, the sleeves unrecognizable. You sighed, sitting on the floor with your face in your hands.
Lafayette left the room soon after, you heard his footsteps fade into the distance. After realizing that you were in Angelica’s room, you grabbed a pair of her pants and shirt, knowing that you two were close in size. You sighed, walking downstairs with your ripped clothes in your hand.
There was a lot of chatter in the kitchen, laughing and joking around. You peered your head in. Hamilton had an apron on, cooking breakfast. Eliza was standing right next to him, telling him what to do. Mulligan was making coffee, watching something on his phone. Peggy and Laurens were sitting next to each other, giggling about something. Angelica was the first to notice you standing there, raising her eyebrow at your attire.
“Long night?” She wiggled her eyebrows, and you laughed dryly, throwing your ripped clothes in the trash. Mulligan glanced over, smirking.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to fix those.” he joked, looking in the trash.
“I didn’t ask…” you grumbled, sitting on the chair next to him. He grinned.
“So, that’s why Lafayette asked to borrow clothes from me? You guys had some intense sex, and you destroyed your clothes.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about.” A person walked in the room, clearing their throat. You turned around, seeing Laf in Herc’s clothing. It was big on him, his body hidden under. His hair was back into its neat bun again, and you hand a flashback about how you tore it out of its place.
“Bonjour mes amis.” Lafayette said, his voice husky and low. You blushed, turning away from him. Everyone’s eyes were flicking back and forth between you two, the rest finally realizing what happened.
“Oh shit.” Hamilton mumbled, his eyes widening. You grabbed your plate of food, ignoring the stares. Eliza sat on the other side of you.
“So, Laf…” Laurens started. Lafayette ignored him, sitting on the far end of the table, as far as possible from you. Your heart dropped, feeling like you were betrayed somehow.
“Nothing happened, mon amis, now can we eat?” Mulligan sighed, sipping more of his coffee.
After a few minutes of small talk but nothing else Angelica pulled your hand, dragging you away to the living room. You protested, tugging on her hand. Eventually she let you go, making you sit on the couch.
“Okay, you guys had sex, but you can’t ignore it, you have to tell him how you feel.”
You sighed, putting your hand to your head. “Ang, how many times do we have to tell you? Nothing happened.”
She frowned at you, tapping her foot. “The hell you didn’t. Every time someone mentions sex or love you guys both look at each other, blush, and then look away. You know you like him, just tell him already! Before it’s too late.” Her voice cracked, tears coming in her eyes.
Lafayette watched the two of you go away, into the next room. He played with the eggs on his plate, lost in his thoughts. He felt a foot kick him, and he cursed in French, looking up at the criminal. Mulligan was staring at him, frowning.
“Laf, what the fuck?” His eyebrows furrowed together, confused.
“Quelle? (what?)” Hamilton appeared on the other side of him, his arm wrapped around his shoulder.
Hamilton whispered. “You guys did the deed, and now, you don’t want to own up to it. Come on, we all know.” Laurens and Peggy nodded in the background.
“I…” Lafayette started, and Mulligan glared, ready to kick him again. Laf sighed, putting his head in his hands. “I love her, and I messed up my opportunity.” Laurens patted him on the back.
“She likes you too, man. I saw all the eye exchanging between you two. It’s kind of obvious.” All of them nodded in agreement.
“Do not throw away your shot.” Hamilton said.
“Now go in there! I want you guys to get together already!” Angelica chastised. You pulled her into a hug, and she giggled, hugging you back.
“Thanks, Ang.” She pointed towards the kitchen, and you walked forward, opening the door. You bumped into the body in front of you.
“Ahh, sorry-” you looked up, your eyes meeting his brown ones. He smiled, red already on his face. He touched your hand, walking you to the bathroom. You wondered why everyone wanted to drag you everywhere, but allowed him to do so. Once he closed the door behind you two, he began to speak.
“Well…” You both started at the same time, and you two laughed. He stroked your cheek, and you smiled, looking down.
“I like you, Y/N. And I’m sorry for taking advantage of you when you were intoxicated. I didn’t want us to start our relationship like that.” You raised your eyebrow at him.
“Start? Hey, are you pushing me into a relationship without my consent.” his eyes widened, and he stumble on his words, trying to fix his statement. You laughed, pulling him into a hug.
“It’s not your fault, Laf. We both decided to have sex when we knew it was a bad idea. And yes, our relationship shouldn’t start out that way."
"So does this mean…”
“Yes, Laf. I like you. And I do want to be with you.” He grinned, pulling your face up to meet his. You placed both of your hands on his cheeks, pressing your lips against his.
Suddenly, the door was swung open, showing the Schuyler sisters screaming in happiness and the boys yelling loudly. Lafayette was the first to break the kiss, frowning at your friends.
“Finally!” Mulligan yelled, grinning wildly. Hamilton and Laurens hooted behind him, just as happy.
“We can never get privacy, huh?” You said, looking up at Laf. He smiled, pulling you into his arms.
“Maybe we need new friends.”