RVB one shots [reader x various]

[wash x reader] the hangover

Requested by: BOSANova1

Prompt: I met you last night when you were drunkenly patting my cat in my yard at 3am and when I asked you wth you were doing you slurred something about cats being great, threw up on my shoes, and then 15mims later passed out on my couch. Now also what is your name and why were you patting a cat in a strangers yard in the middle of the night?.

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Your head had the familiar cloudy pain that came with a hangover. Last night had been rough and you could barely remember even walking out of your house. So when you sat up and realised you weren't in your own humble abode you were a little freaked out. What made matters worse was that the place you had fallen asleep was some randoms sofa.

"Wh-wha?" You really couldn't make heads from tails with your current situation, leaving you siting there cluelessly.

And then the blonde heart throb walked, and you knew you fucked up.

"Oh, so you're finally up..." He looked a little irritated and his tone was obviously laced with passive aggression.

"Um...hi?" You had no idea how to reply, you had never been in this situation before. He just gave you an exasperated sigh and headed off to a connecting room. You heard cabinets being opened and assumed it was the kitchen.

"Do you have any memory of what happened?" His voice called out from the other room and you flinched.

"Not at all... Please say we didn't bang... That would just be..." You trailed off for a bit.

"Awkward?" The blonde replied.

"I was going to say peachy, but that works too" you could hear a grunt and there was a sudden lack of conversation so you decided now was a good time to try and recall things. You assumed you had gone to a party with a friend, but which one? Probably one of your closer ones... Or maybe not, because why were you alone here?

Someone cleared their throat. You looked up to see the blonde holding a mug out to you. You carefully took it and placed in in your lap once you had sat up.

"Thanks..." You murmured lightly and he handed you a pack of ibuprofen. He then looked at you expectantly.

"So.... How did we meet?" You offered him an awkward smile and he just frowned.

"Oh, I met you last night when you were drunkenly patting my cat in my yard at 3am....when I asked you what the hell you were doing you slurred something about cats being great, threw up on my shoes, and then 15 minutes later passed out on my couch" ...yeah defiantly passive aggressive.

"So I'm guessing it wasn't that great of a first impression, huh?"

"Not in the slightest" he crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.

"Makes for a good story though right?" You grin a little but he keeps his grumpy attitude plastered on his face.

"Right, now if you don't mind me asking. What is your name and why were you patting a cat in some strangers yard?" He took a sip from a mug that seemed to magically appear out of nowhere, must have been the hangover messing with your awareness pf your surroundings.

"Names (y/n) and I love cats" he finally chuckled a little.

"Well... I guess if you love cats you can't be that bad...." He looked away slightly embarrassed.

"Not in the slightest"