Who Would You Be Comparable Too?
Lafayette x fem!reader
Prompt: Something with some hardcore snuggling and Lafayette, maybe something for comforting period cramps?
Thank you to @fulltimeinternethobo76 for this request!!
Warnings: terrible writing, horrible ending line, pain, medication, period mention??
You moaned and rolled over, clutching your stomach. The gut-wrenching pain in your abdomen and lower back was almost unbearable.
You grabbed the bottle of Advil in your bedside drawer, and tipped it over, and cursed when only one pill fell out.
One wouldn’t be nearly enough to help you with your horrible cramps, and you knew that all too well. You couldn’t move from your fetal position, so you prayed that eventually the cramps would get tired of tormenting you and they’d kindly go away.
Eventually, you heard your phone go off, but being unable to move, you resulted to just letting it go to voicemail.
You closed your eyes, and willed sleep to take you out of your misery.
You awoke two hours later, and were immediately hit by waves of pain. You clutched your stomach and massaged the area, attempting to soothe the pain. When you reached no such avail, you grabbed the last pill and swallowed it dry, hoping that it would be enough, knowing fully that it wasn’t going to be.
You heard your phone ring again, and you once again ignored it. Whoever it was could talk to you when you weren’t being stabbed to death from period cramps.
You were in such pain that you didn’t even notice that your phone went off another 57 consecutive times after that. Nor did you consider checking your phone even after you were convinced that you actually needed to move around and get more medicine.
You had just collapsed on your bed again after attempting to stand up when you heard a knock on your door. You moaned and knew that it would be no use to get up.
You ignored the door and hoped that whoever it was would take a hint and just leave you alone.
“Y/N, are you there?”
You heard a voice call out, and your heart nearly skipped a beat when you heard the French accent that accompanied it.
“Guys, something is wrong. We must get in and help her.”
You heard the muffled voice say.
“Well, what are we going to do? She may not even be home!”
There was a moment of silence after Alex had spoken before you heard Lafayette say quietly,
“Y/N is a very busy person. You and I know that. But even when she’s not home, she has her phone, and will always call back in under 15 minutes. Something is wrong. It has been 3 hours and she hasn’t even checked her phone for texts.”
The boys all were quiet again.
“Laf… do you know where she keeps her spare keys?”
In under a minute, your door was unlocked and the boys had bustled through the door, searching frantically for you.
You heard Lafayette ascending the stairs, and heading for your bedroom. You remained locked with your knees pressed to your chest, shaking with tears as your body practically revolted against you.
You heard him call from outside your door, and you prayed that he wouldn’t come in and see you in this state. Even though you were practically head over heels for him, you thought he saw you as nothing more than a friend.
The doorknob was turning, and then there he was, standing in your doorway, looking very concerned.
“Y/N, what has happened? Are you sick? Hurt?”
You shook your head, but then found yourself nodding.
“What is the matter mi amour? Do you need professional help?”
You shook your head.
“No, Laf, I’m-”
You cringed as a cramp formed in your central stomach area.
Lafayette’s eyes softened.
“Oh, are you having cramps?”
You blushed hard, but nodded.
“Yeah, worst ever. I’ve been lying here since yesterday afternoon…”
Lafayette got a panicked look on his face.
“You haven’t eaten anything? Or drunken anything? Or changed your… um. How you say?”
You smiled, genuinely touched by how much he cared.
“Laf, I’m fine. I’ve changed four times.”
“But no food or drink? What about medicine?”
“I took my last pill in the bottle about 2 hours ago…”
“Oh no. Mi amour, I’ll be right back.”
He rushed out of the doorway, and you heard him conversing quickly to Alex, Hercules, and John. Then, he was back.
“They’ve gone to get food, medicine, and other things to make you more comfortable.”
“Laf, that’s so kind. But you don’t need too…”
He shook his head.
“If you are in pain, then I’ll do anything to make you better.”
You blushed, before a shock of pain ripped across your stomach, causing you to cry out and curl up.
Lafayette got a panic-stricken look on his face, and he crossed the room.
He knelt down next to you, and carefully began to massage your back.
You tensed, but soon relaxed into the gentle motions.
Your cramp gradually got less painful, and you were able to uncurl yourself.
“Hey Laf? Thanks, for everything.”
He stared at you, confused.
“What are you thanking me for? Isn’t this how you’re supposed to treat anyone who is in pain?”
You sighed lovingly, and felt a deep love for Lafayette in that moment.
“Not all men are like you. Or women, for that matter. I’m so lucky to have you, Laf. I love you.”
He stopped rubbing your back, and pulled you in close.
You felt all your blood rush to your face. He buried his head in your shoulder, and gently kissed your neck.
“I love you too.”
He continued to cuddle you through your cramps, and held you closer when they got bad. He even stayed the night to make sure that you were okay.
And the next morning, when you awoke and Lafayette was right next to you, you felt what was true comfort for the first time in days.
Who would he be comparable too?