Lafayette x Reader: Modern!AU (Part 2)
Warning: hangover, implied throw up, implied smut (okay I know I said no smut but there was no way I couldn’t do this)
Requests: “OMG CAN WE PLEASE GET A CONTINUATION OF THE DRUNK READER FIC YOU JUST POSTED?!?!!!”
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“I need a part two of the laf x reader. Omg it was so good i need know what happens next.”
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A/N: you !!! guys !!! are !!! so !!! sweet !!! (and you really wanted this I did not expect this many requests)
The slow pulsing headache caused you to push yourself to sit upwards as you woke up, but the blinding white light consumed your line of sight and you put yourself under the large blanket once more.
After blinking a few times, and using your hand to wipe the crust from your eyes, you sat up and squinted around the room, getting used to the light.
The lights source was coming from a tall lamp across the room– wait, you didn’t have a lamp across from your bed at your apartment, where were you?
As you started panic, you shoved the blanket to the side and threw your legs over the side of the bed, standing up.
A wave of nausea hit you, the hangover taking effect, and you groaned as you clutched your stomach. How much did I drink? What happened last night? You asked yourself.
You remembered ordering a couple rounds of shots for yourself at the bar, paying for it, and getting in an uber. Then, knocking on the door of an apartment, you couldn’t remember the number, but you’re surprised the person took you in.
Footsteps grew louder as they made their way towards the room you were standing in, and your stomach twisted as you were getting quite anxious. You sucked in a large breath, as you were getting ready to blurt out this long apology to whoever strangers house you made yourself comfortable in.
“Hey, princess,” someone said opening the door. You recognised that voice, so you looked up.
You let out the biggest sigh of relief, “Oh thank god, Hercules, its you.”
Hercules smiled, “Well, yeah, who else would have paintings of horses all over their guest bedroom?”
You looked around, nodding, he did have more than three on one wall, “Oh. Yeah…”
He walked over and handed you the glass of water that was sitting on the nightstand, you hadn’t even noticed it before,
“Drink up, after that I’m taking you towards the bathroom.”
You gladly sipped the water, before following him out of the room. Hercules took the glass from your hands as you entered the bathroom.
“I’m sorry for, you know, intruding your home last night. I mean, for all I know you could’ve been sleeping! I don’t remember much, so I’m sorry for anything that happened. I really shouldn’t have been drinking in the first place,” you kept rambling until Hercules stopped you.
“Hey! You’re fine, nothing bad happened. And I wasn’t sleeping.”
“Oh thank God.”
He left the bathroom to make breakfast, also not wanting to see what kind of art show you would be showcasing in the toilet.
After you were done, you walked into his kitchen and wiped your mouth off with some paper towels before throwing them away.
“So, uh, if I didn’t wake you up, and you were already up, who was keeping you awake?” You said, wiggiling your eyebrows.
Hercules rolled his eyes, “It was Lafayette; I was Face Timing him. Speaking of, he’s going to be over in a few.”
You didn’t ask why, just gave a small nod, before getting some cereal down for yourself.
When you mentioned Lafayette, is got some sort of ‘déjà vu’ feeling. Maybe it was from last night, maybe you butt-dialed him. You hoped Lafayette didn’t actually see you, or hear you, for that matter, last night. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of your crush of all people.
You sat down, and ate your cereal across from Hercules, who was texting someone, until the doorbell rang.
He stood up, mumbling an ’I’ll get it’ under his breath, and he opened the door to reveal Lafayette standing there.
He was wearing one pair of his pink sweatpants, with the waistline of his Mickey Mouse underwear showing, and his hair in pigtails.
Hercules said nothing, just moved aside got him to come in, in which he did.
You were slightly taken aback by what he was wearing, and you turned around toward the door,
“Hello, mon cherie.”
You felt your cheeks burn up and you turned back to your cereal, when Hercules spoke up,
“Oh, John just texted me. He… needs me to… come over… for something…” He grabbed some shoes, and left.
“Do you think he realises he’s still in his pajamas?” You said, glancing back.
Lafayette walked in the kitchen and sat in the chair across from you, digging into the untouched portion of Hercules’ toast.
There was just silence, as you could feel Lafayette staring at you. You didn’t know how to react, so you took your bowl and put it in the sink after rinsing it out,
“Are you okay?” You looked back at him while putting your hands on the counter behind you.
“I think that question should be directed at you, considering your hangover,” Lafayette shrugged.
“You know, the how you say– aftermath of when you got intoxicated, confessed your undying love for me in a long rant, and then said that you had dreams about sleeping with me.”
You felt like you were going to cry, Lafayette was now standing directly in front of you, practically cornering you into where the counter and fridge met.
“I… have to go, I just remembered I need to go move to Alaska with my mother,” you said quickly, ducking under his arm and leaving the room.
“Y/n, wait!” Lafayette called after you, but you were already leaving the apartment.
You stopped at the end of the hall, and turned around, ready to take your embarrassing rejection so you could get it over with.
When Lafayette caught up to you, he held your forearms lightly, bringing you closer to him,
“Could you just listen to me?” He let out a breathily laugh before shaking his head, “Y/n, mom cherie, mom amour, whatever, I love you. I love how you sing to yourself all the time, I love how you stick your tongue out when you’re concentrating, I love how you’re so passionate about the things you favor, I could make a whole list about how I love everything about you.”
You just looked down at the ground, “Do you really mean that?”
“Yes, of course.”
You bring your head up and smiled, and you pulled his face down and kissed him as his arms wrapped you.
Before it could get any farther, Lafayette pulled away, “How about we go to my apartment and fulfill your dreams?”
You were quite confused at first, but two and two together and started letting out small laughs while nodding your head. Lafayette took your hand, and lead you down the stairs.