Hungover in Love (Frog Boys X Reader)
[Blank] in Love Pt 2
Fandom: RPF/Miscellaneus
Requested: On AO3 actually...
Warnings: Sex jokes in Droid's, uses Grizzy's name (Nelly)
Pronouns: First person (I/me)
W.C. approx. 300 each
Summary: The day after Part 1
As always, my requests are OPEN
MASTERLIST // HITLIST
~~(All pictures from vids)
<-Part 1
Puffer
I knew it was going to be a bad day for Puffer as soon as the guys said we were going out and unfortunately for me, I live with him. This put me on honorary hangover duty.
I don’t know if I was supposed to just forget what Puffer said last night. I don’t want to, but he was too drunk to remember what he was saying. Then, the voice in my head says drunk words are sober thoughts.
I was broken out of my mind when I heard groaning coming from Puffer’s room. I went to the kitchen and grabbed him a glass of water as well as meds before making my way to his room and knocking lightly as I walked in.
“Hey, party animal,” I teased, giving him the water and meds. “On a scale of 1-10, how hungover are you?”
“If I say 10, would you think I’m exaggerating?” He complained, downing the water in one go with the meds.
“Maybe,” I rolled my eyes as I took the now empty glass from him. “Is there anything you need from me? Food, more water?”
“Did I say anything stupid last night?” He asked as his cheeks grew red with embarrassment. “I remember bits, but I wanna make sure I didn’t make you uncomfortable in any way last night.”
“No, you didn’t make me uncomfortable,” I reassured, taking a seat on the side of his bed as I brushed some of his hair away from his eyes. “You did profess your undying love for me though, so that was interesting.”
“Good interesting or bad?” He questioned as his eyes widened.
“Good,” I whispered back.
“Y’know, there is one thing you could do for me,” Puffer switched topics. I thought he was just going to sweep the conversation under the rug. “Can you cuddle with me?”
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Pezzy
Waking up on the couch was not something I expected when I opened my eyes. I moved to sit up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and I stretched my back. It did not take long for me to notice Pezzy already awake and cooking breakfast in the kitchen.
“Morning, sleeping beauty,” he laughed. I just grumbled back before laying back down on the couch, hoping to catch some more sleep. “Ah, no! We’re going for a bike ride today! Get up!”
“Oh, you were serious?” I questioned, looking up to see Pezzy standing in front of me with a plate of bacon and eggs. I took it slowly as I sat back up and Pezzy sat next to me, eating his own plate as a TV show played in the background. “I thought you were just saying that for the chat?”
“I mean, I’d love to take you on a ride,” He responded shyly. “Only if you want to!”
“Pezzy, I love bikes,” I started in a joking manner, “Once I ride it once, I’ll want to be your backpack all the time. Is that really something you wanna handle?”
“Hell yeah,” He joked back, leaning into my side more. “I wouldn’t want anyone else to be my backpack.”
“Then, I guess the next question is where do you want to go?” I asked, turning toward him as I set my finished plate off to the side.
“How about you take an aspirin for your hangover and in a couple of hours, we’ll go to this cool cafe I found a while ago?”
“That sounds perfect.”
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Droid
I was awoken by a multitude of messages. Do people not understand that my brain does not turn on until noon AT LEAST? Clearly not.
I rolled over in my bed to check the notifications and it was all Droid. Just as I was about to check the messages, I got an incoming call from the man himself.
“Please tell me someone’s dying,” I groaned. “Ain’t no way you’re blowing up my fucking phone at 8 am for shits and giggles.”
“I am so sorry, I swear, I didn’t mean it.” He’s rambling. He is going on and on about how sorry he is, how he didn’t mean it, how he’s an asshole, and so on. “Please, you have to believe me.”
“What the fuck are you on about, Droid?” I asked in utter confusion. What did I miss? “Did something happen?”
“Last night on the stream, don’t you remember?” He questioned back.
“I said I’d top you,” I deadpanned. “And? Is that what this is about? I swear this could have waited until-”
“No,” he replied quietly but still effectively cutting me off. “I shouldn’t have taken it that far. I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t take it far? Droid, where is this coming from?” I contested, but he remained silent. “Droid, if I didn’t feel comfortable talking about sex on stream, I wouldn’t have played into it. Did the fans say shit?”
“You’re normally very private on stream, and-”
“And we got drunk and had fun!” I cut him off. “I don’t regret it. And honestly, I’d still happily top you any day, Droid.”
“You’re joking,” he chuckled in disbelief.
“I’ll be there in 20, baby.”
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Grizzy
It was well into the morning/early afternoon at this point, and Grizzy had yet to come out of his room. Granted, I remember my first hangover, and I was no better. However, this wasn’t his first hangover. Probably his strongest but definitely not his first.
I was going to make him breakfast and hang out with him today, but I felt like I was just vibing in his house alone. I had watched a movie, edited a video, made a cake, and even cleaned up a few things around his living room. Yet Grizzy still hadn’t come out.
A part of me thought he was hiding. He suffered a brutal loss at the game last night, and with the reward on the line, joking or not, he might have taken it too seriously. The other reason could be that he is so hungover, he can’t get out of bed. I decided I was going to bite the bullet and check on him before leaving if he didn’t answer. I grabbed a glass of water before heading up to his door.
“Grizzy,” I asked quietly as I knocked softly on his door. I didn’t receive a response, but I still pushed the door open to see if he was okay. “Are you awake?” I set the glass on his bedside table as I took a breath. “Sometimes, I wish you were less clueless when you are sober. I can only do so much, Nelly.”
“I was scared,” his voice whispered as he turned over to face where I was standing. I didn’t even check if he was awake or not before talking, but now, he knows how I feel. “You’re too good for me, and I didn’t want to fuck up our friendship.”
“Well, you know what? Friendship is overrated,” I joked as I moved to lay next to him in bed. “I much prefer a relationship with you, Grizzy. Even if you lost.”
“Did I really lose if I have a hot person in my bed right now?”
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Next Part ->
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