babe i just finished re reading “drunk off you” and have u ever thought about writing a part 2? its soo good
hi lovey!! first i’m so in love with the fact that you still like drunk off you, she’s still one of my favorite fics i’ve written.( if you haven’t read it, you can read it here!!!) i don’t think i would ever write a real part 2 (mainly because my one braincell wouldn’t know how to flesh it out enough to be long enough so i’m really sorry if this wasn’t what you were expecting) but i think the morning after would go a little something like this:
Grayson would wake up before you, typical to your usual schedule. He would notice you drooling on the pillow, hair tangled from the night before, and just sigh, not prepared for whatever happens when you do finally wake. You had made it through the night before without waking up or throwing up everywhere so he was thankful for that. However, he knows your morning after routine well enough that he’s already setting the bottle of advil on your nightstand.
He grabs you some water and orange juice, knowing that you’d complain about the smell of anything greasy if he brought it. (He learned that the hard way when you puked all over his thoughtful breakfast gesture after a rough night out.) He slowly rubs your back, hoping to lightly wake you up.
You groan loudly, burying your face further into the pillow.
“Just leave me here to die.”
“I can’t do that. Who’s gonna come home drunk, and bother me to fuck them at 3 a.m.?”
You groan even louder, and he laughs, dodging your light kick to get him to shut up.
“Did I actually do that? I thought that was a dream, a really, really, bad dream.” You confess, although it comes out muffled due to your face stuck in the pillow.
“What’s that, babe?” He always enjoys this part of your drinking, being absolutely sober himself. He loves having the ability to tease you in the morning, joking at all the things you don’t remember doing the night before. It almost makes up for standing around with water all night.
You look over and smile at the drinks he brought you, sitting up to chug down the water in a matter of seconds. You can feel the caked mascara under your eyes, thanks to Grayson’s shoddy makeup removal last night and you feel like you need at least three showers to feel like yourself again. Grayson, however, still feels the need to make good on his promise of his own special hangover cure. He leans in slightly, moving to kiss you when you back away.
“Are you trying to kiss me? Gross.” He looks offended, knowing he personally didn’t take care of your drunk ass for that to be your response.
“Did you just call me gross?” You nod, sipping at your orange juice as you watch his reaction.
“Can I at least brush my teeth first? I don’t think you’d want to deal with all this, s’not cute.”
“Think you’re cute, no matter what.” He leans in again just for you to shove his shoulder back.
“Whatever you want to do, promise we can do it later after I shower.”
Later ends up being at least three days after that.
