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joecooperzz · 5 days

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dogtooth (joe cooper x jenna reed smut) (18+)

Content: Sub!Coop, oral (f! receiving), cumming untouched, hair pulling, praise kink

Word count: 1,938

Title from "Dogtooth" by Tyler the Creator because that's it, that's the fic.

The first thing on Coop's mind is how nice the sheets are. He's spent too many nights on the same flat, dumpy mattress, box springs digging into his back, old dingy sheets beneath him.

But Jenna has a queen-sized mattress and silk sheets that smell vaguely like her perfume. It's all he can do not to bury his face in them and just inhale deeply, trying to breathe in every trace of her.

She makes him so pathetic.

He knows she's just on the other side of the bathroom door. She promised she'd return as soon as she freshened up. He hears the running of the faucet, her absentminded humming, the faint hiss of a hairspray bottle. He knows she'll join him in bed at any moment, and yet impatience still stirs deep within him.

The way he feels about her is a physical hunger. He needs her, — intensely, urgently, immediately. Any bit of herself she might offer him, he will happily take, — though he knows that he will always want more afterwards. It's the strangest feeling, — some pleasurable purgatory, the most divine sensation, but never enough of it.

The door cracks open with a waft of a sweet, crisp fragrance, and his head snaps up in some sort of fucked-up Pavlovian response.

The smile she gives him as she approaches the bed melts his insides.

She looks fucking ethereal.

Long auburn hair, soft and freshly-washed, hanging down her back in waves. Her face, free of makeup and rosy from the warm water. A little black slip that leaves hardly anything to the imagination, revealing an endless, riveting expanse of soft, tan skin. The most breathtaking smile he's ever seen.

He practically chokes as she settles into bed beside him. “Holy fucking shit,” he squeaks out inelegantly.

Luckily for him, Jenna just laughs at his stupidity. She expects it by now. “Yeah?” she softly presses him to elaborate.

“Yeah. I mean…” He clears his throat. Weak , he thinks to himself as he tries to gather his thoughts and spit out something coherent.

“Look at you,” he finally breathes before his hand comes to rest gently on the back of her neck, pulling her down to meet his lips.

Immediately, she moans into his mouth, eyes fluttering closed. She tastes minty, like toothpaste, with a faint hint of vanilla from her lip balm. It's so perfect, so her. Coop wants to drown in it.

He pulls back, grabbing her by the hips. He pants as he looks up at her, pupils blown wide.

She smiles down at him. A sharp edge rests beneath her usual gentleness as she reaches down to cup his face.

“What do you want?” she purrs.

Without hesitation, Coop gives a reply. “Whatever you do.”

Jenna audibly moans at this. He chooses to take that as a good sign.

His hunch is confirmed as she leans down to kiss him again, harder and hungrier this time. One thing he never expected about her, but was pleased to learn: she can be rough.

She pulls back, panting. “Fuck…” She straddles him, her aching core positioned just above his thigh.

“Need to sit on your face,” she breathes.

Coop's eyes go wide, his breath hitching as his heart begins to hammer in his chest. “Okay, fuck, yeah,” he says before lifting her hips and pulling her up towards him. She gives a delighted yelp as he stops pulling, leaving her hovering just above his face.

He huffs out a stuttering breath as he sees that she's bare beneath her slip. Not to mention dripping wet, — a condition he can hardly believe any woman is in because of him, much less one as beautiful as her.

Denslow Cup winner or not, he really is the luckiest motherfucker alive.

“Shit, Jen,” he murmurs incredulously, running his finger across her slit.

She moans, shivering slightly above him. “Don't tease,” she warns him.

He hums an agreement before tugging on her hips, pulling her down. She huffs out a gasping laugh as she makes contact with his face, — mostly his nose at first, but he quickly readjusts and brings her to his mouth instead.

He moans against her, and it's totally genuine. If her mouth tastes good, her pussy is even better. He could devour her.

And so he moves his tongue, — not too quickly, but greedily. She moans, returning his intensity by desperately grinding herself down onto his face. He just lets out another shaky moan at this, hands sliding down to grip her thighs as she moves against him.

“Fuck, Joe…” she whines. “Your fucking mouth… God!”

Her cries are high pitched, borderline whiny. Her desperation makes him achingly hard, but he won't even think of taking care of that until he makes her come a time or two.

He groans again as her hands suddenly thread through his shaggy bleached hair. She gets a good two handfuls and tugs, moving faster against him.

Holy shit, he thinks, not for the first time.

“Yeah… yeah…” she whines desperately. “Just like that, baby…” She rolls her hips against his face, falling slightly out of rhythm. “Mmm…”

He does what she asks, loyal as always. He closes his eyes as his tongue circles her clit, over and over again. He can't get enough of her, — the sound of her voice, the feeling of her hands, the taste of her…

She lets out a choked moan and pulls his hair hard. He lets out a muffled groan himself, causing a definite vibration against her pussy.

She gasps and shivers on top of him. “Fuck…” She runs her fingers through his hair, gentle, soothing, before beginning to rock her hips again.

At this point, Coop's air supply is a bit scarce, but he really can't bring himself to care. This is kind of more important than breathing to him.

“Mhm… Such a good boy for me,” she says breathily, hands still soothing over the strands she pulled. He moans against her again, a chill running down his spine as he twitches underneath her.

Then he feels himself, leaking precome in his underwear. He gasps, though it's muffled by a mouthful of pussy.

Just like he thought before. Totally pathetic.

All it took was a little praise, mingling with the taste of her juices, the sound of her gasps and moans, the softness of her skin under his palms. He's throbbing in his boxers, trying and failing not to rut up against nothing. Trying, — and failing, — to keep himself composed.

This is about her, yes. But he's only a man. He can't help that it's making him really fucking horny.

Luckily, Jenna is too far gone to notice that his dick is much more selfish than his mouth. He imagines that she probably has her eyes closed as she gasps shakily and grinds down hard against his face.

“ Good boy ,” she pants again, and Coop is dangerously close to losing himself. He tries to talk himself down mentally, — tell himself to think about it like he's trying to make a goal, that it's a methodical thing rather than a sexual one. But he just can't get himself in that headspace when she's all he can taste, feel, hear. This gorgeous, gorgeous woman, this fucking goddess.

His girlfriend.

God, she's his girlfriend. He can't believe it most days.

But he's pretty sure he isn't dreaming, because she's pulling his hair again, and it hurts, though not enough to keep him from moaning against her again. She tugs him around like a ragdoll, guiding him to where she needs him, and he obliges her every whim. At the end of the day, that's the only thing he wants to do.

Fuck sports, business meetings, beer, video games. He could do away with it all if it meant he would always have Jenna.

He had never been in love before. He hopes he never has to do it again, because this is it.

She's it.

“Jenna…” He moans against her, but, of course, it's incoherent, and it occurs to him a little too late that it's impolite to talk with one's mouth full. But it doesn't matter, because she's still riding the everloving fuck out of his face, and that's the only thing that means anything to him at this point.

Her hands unthread from his hair, and he whines against her at the loss. But the next thing he knows, they're sliding down to his chest, holding him down against the bed as she lets out an especially desperate moan, and he knows that sound. He knows it well.

Anticipation spreads through his entire body, his heart hammering in his chest, his breathing falling even more out of rhythm, fingers digging a bit too hard into her thighs.

“I'm gonna come,” she pants, though she really doesn't have to tell him, because he knows. He knows, and he's fucking delighted.

“Mmm…” He speeds up the movements of his tongue, giving her no reprieve from the overwhelming sensation.

It doesn't take long for her to cry out after that. God… her poor neighbors. She sounds like something out of the old softcore movies he used to rent out of the back of the video store, the ones Remer always managed to find and endlessly make fun of him for. Except she sounds better, and he's pretty sure she's being a little bit more genuine about it than those girls were. After all, he's pretty certain that she can't fake the way she's soaking his face, dripping onto his tongue.

He laps up every last bit, because, as he decided previously, eating Jenna out ranks higher on his list of needs than actually getting an adequate amount of air.

Maybe the oxygen deprivation is what prevents him from paying much attention to the knot tightening in the pit of his stomach, or maybe he's really just that good at tuning out any and all distractions when he's focused on the task at hand, — or mouth, as it stands.

Whatever the case, he somehow doesn't recognize that he's right on the edge until he's tensing up beneath her. For a moment, he thinks he might pass out or something, — not out of character, sadly, — but instead, he shudders, gripping her legs and moaning against her as he comes in his boxers.

It feels really fucking good. Of course it does. He just blew a huge load while eating out the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. Then he starts coming down, and he realizes that it's kind of embarrassing.

Not to mention messy. And he hasn't gotten around to keeping extra clothes at her place yet.

He hears her laugh breathily, slowly lifting herself off his face, wriggling out of his grip. “Did you just—” she pants.

“ Aww,” he groans abruptly, a hand coming to rest over his face.

She laughs, shaking her head. “You're serious ?” And then she looks down at him and gasps.

Again, some things just can't be faked.

“Yeah,” he says softly. “Fuck. Gotta go clean up…”

He stands up, and she chuckles. “Most guys don't do that,” she comments, like that's not fucking obvious. “Like… I haven't even read about it in a book, or anything.” She hums. “You're special, Joe.”

He shakes his head. “Not special,” he huffs, heading for the bathroom. “Just… like you a lot.”

She laughs. “Think that's an understatement.”

It is. But if he expressed it to the full extent, he'd look like a total loser.

So he shrugs and walks out of the room, hoping to reclaim a bit of his dignity. But just a little.

#baseketball smut #baseketball x reader #coop #joe cooper x jenna reed #coop x jenna

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snifsnoof · 1 year

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baseketball doodles

(theyre having a party and theyre having LOTS of fun😎)

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mazepie · 20 days

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They should’ve been together at the end bro. I got so pissed that they didn’t..

#baseketball #joe cooper #doug remer #squeak scolari #Jenna Reed #Coop x Remer

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telekineticseance · 1 year

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NEW EXPERIENCE

pairing: doug remer x f! reader

summary: remer convinces you to watch a specific type of movie with him

genre: smut

word count: 2120

cw: p in v, fingering, cussing, unprotected sex, i mean it's smut there's sinful things happening

You and Remer sat in the living room watching a sappy romance film that you forced him to watch. He kept making snide comments throughout the movie, talking about how cheesy it was or how something would’ve never happened in the real world causing you to roll your eyes through most of it. You and Remer were best friends and every couple of weeks during off season, you two would curl up under a blanket and watch a movie while Coop went to Jenna’s house or wherever he decided to go.

“You know, if I wanted to watch porn I would’ve put that on instead,” Remer commented, watching the screen as the couple got intimate with one another. You shushed him, eyes glued to the screen.

Remer paused for a moment before speaking up, "You wanna watch porn?" He paused the movie on the scene, turning his attention to you. "I uh...." You cleared your throat as I looked at the time, "I think I should be getting home."

"You're not scared of porn, are you?" Remer asked as a smirk crawled upon his face. "No, I just don't watch it."

"But you have seen it before, right?" You shook your head no at him causing him to let out a dramatic gasp. You and Remer had reached that point of friendship where you told each other pretty much everything, but the one thing you refused to talk about to him was your sex life and definitely not if you watched porn or not. But just because you didn’t talk about yours, didn’t mean he didn’t occasionally tell you about his, or sometimes lack thereof.

"How do you get yourself off then?" Remer asked, adjusting his position on the couch to get a better gaze at you, looking you up and down as he does so. You felt yourself turn red, "I uh.....don't."

You glanced at the time again. "I really should be getting home." You said starting to get up, before Remer grabbed your wrist and pulled you back down. "No. Let's watch some." You paused, staring at him with a confused expression on your face. Partial disgust masking in as well. “Isn’t it weird to be watching porn with your friend?”

Remer shrugged, “Not as weird as you might think. People do it all the time.” He justified himself, shrugging. Who the fuck is watching porn with their friends? You sighed, "Okay. I'll stay, but if I get uncomfortable I’m leaving.”

He nodded at you before getting up and walking to the DVD player, putting something on. It had a pretty blonde girl and a muscular brunette man. The scene already started with the guy and the girl naked. The guy leaving kisses all over the girl's body.

You saw Remer from the corner of your eye, fixated on the screen as he took in his bottom lip between his teeth. He glanced over at you to see your reaction before turning back to the screen. You felt yourself crossing your legs as the boy's lips traveled to her pussy, and your cheeks grew red as the anticipation on the screen grew. There was no way in hell you were actually getting turned on by this. Right?

You gulped hard as the boy's lips reached their destination and then he attached his lips to her clit, feeling weirdly as invested as Remer probably was. He then began licking her all over. Suddenly, you felt a warmth start to grow down below, and you subtly squeezed your legs together, gently enough where Remer wouldn't notice.

You had never thought about getting yourself off to porn, and you definitely weren;t going to think about it now, sitting on the couch next to Doug Remer. "I see what you're doing." Remer stated as he glanced over at you, hand resting on the leg that was draped over his lap, stroking it gently.

"What?" You asked, as you felt yourself start blushing. "I know you're squeezing your legs together but touching yourself is a lot better." Remer insinuated, looking down at his dick while smirking, "Trust me."

He turned his attention back to the screen. You hadn’t even noticed that during the time of you being invested in the screen, he had pulled his pants down ever so slightly and his free hand was stroking himself, eyes glued to the screen.

You watched him very carefully as he ran his long fingers up and down his long length, his breathing was heavy. A drop of pre-cum dripped from his dick but he quickly swiped it away with his thumb. You felt yourself clench your walls together, imagining his hand being you instead. Despite not wanting to admit it, you definitely had inappropriate thoughts about Remer on occasion and sometimes even woke up in the middle of the night from having dreams about him.

A smirk grew on his face, but he never looked away from the screen. "Like what you see?" He asked. "No." You lied while blushing and looking away.

You brought your attention back to the moaning blonde girl on the screen. The brunette was now inside her and ramming himself as hard as he could into her tiny body. You couldn't help but imagine if that were Remer doing that to you.

You felt your heart rate beginning to rise higher and higher as the scene went on the tv, the thoughts still running through your head. You jolted slightly when you felt a hand pry open your legs. The same hand placed your own hand on the crotch of your pants. "Rub." Remer commanded, his green eyes turning dark. "You're clearly sexually frustrated and I can feel it from here. Believe me. It's driving me fucking insane.”

You stared back at him, very shocked at what he wanted you to do. But he just turned his head back towards the screen and continued playing with himself as if he didn't just forcefully tell you to play with yourself. You turned your head back to the screen and obeyed him, and rubbed your hand through your jeans.

After a moment, you felt jolts spark through your lower half, and you knew you needed more than just through fabric. You took a deep breath as you shakily unzipped your pants, and slipped your hand inside.

You could feel Remer watching you from the corner of his eye, and it literally took every strength in your body not to get up and attempt to run out of the house and all the way home.

You rubbed yourself over your underwear, before pushing it to the side and dipping your index finger inside. But once you did, you had no idea what to do. You weren’t lying when you told Remer you had never done this before, just occasionally read about it in those sleazy romance novels. You’ve only heard that you're supposed to stick a finger in........or something like that.

"Struggling, are we?" Remer asked chuckling at you, him now looking down at where your hand rested inside your jeans. You shook your head no in response but he rolled his eyes before lifting you onto his lap. He pulled off your pants, putting them down on the floor next to the couch. You barely had time to process that you were even sitting on his lap before you were already in your underwear.

You were about to push yourself off of him, when he placed his palm against your pussy. He began rubbing his hand up and down while pushing down on it. "Relax." He whispered softly against your ear. You couldn't help but feel his hard dick against you back. But you relaxed under his touch anyway.

"Eyes. On. Screen." Remer commanded as he noticed that you were staring at him rubbing your core. He rubbed his hand along the fabric, adding more pressure against your clit. "Look at how he is going in and out of her." He whispered against your ear.

You kept your eyes focused on the screen. "The pressure," He paused, pressing the fabric of your underwear against your entrance and started moving again. "And the pleasure she must be feeling."

He pressed against your clit, this time stopping and rubbing gentle circles in it. You let out a gentle moan in response, keeping your eyes glued to the screen. He pushed your panties aside, and you let out a gasp as his cold fingers grazed your clit.

He rubbed figure eights into it, moaning into your ear as your legs began to shake softly from the pleasure. "You have no idea how fucking hot this is." Remer said, as you felt his cock twitch against your back. "Touching you like this, while we watch two strangers fuck each other."

He pinched your clit lightly, rubbing it between his fingers. You arched your back and took in a sharp breath. "A little sensitive are we?" Remer asked chuckling.

He rubbed his index fingers along your slit. He let out the loudest, most sexiest groan as his fingers reached your entrance. "You're so fucking wet."

He dipped his finger inside you with ease, causing you to let out a moan. "Play with your boobs." He paused by pulling his finger out and dipping it back in. "It'll feel good."

With his free hand, Remer slipped off your shirt, in which to his surprise revealed you weren’t wearing a bra. You brought your hands up and placed them on your boobs, cupping them and massaging them together.

"Pinch your nipples." Remer commanded, his breathing was heavy, as he was starting to ignore the people on the screen, watching you intently. You did as he told, moaning in the process from the pleasure. He curved his finger, causing you to raise your hips slightly, letting out another moan.

"I'd like to fuck you like that." Remer whispered in your ear, the pressure of his finger going faster and harder as his head gestured to the screen. "Would you like that?"

The moans of the couple on the screen echoed in the living room, and you watched as the guy plunged his entire dick inside of the girl. "Do you wanna feel my big dick inside of you?" He added, "Do you want me to make you scream more?"

You could barely answer, this had been a new territory of feeling for you. Your breathing increased as your eyes continued being glued to the screen.

"Answer me, " He rammed his finger inside, making you scream out, "P-Please!" You weren’t entirely sure what was going on around you, everything was so cloudy and it all moved so fast, you just knew that you wanted him.

"Beg for it. Beg for me to treat you like the slut that you are." He said as he dipped his head into your neck and he started sucking and biting on your skin.

"Please fuck me Remer." You whimpered out, feeling him lap at the marks on your neck. Before you knew it, he'd pulled his finger out, and he yanked your underwear off completely. He pushed your back down on the couch and hovered over you.

"You're about to feel so good." He moaned, rubbing his dick along your clit before pushing it in. You dug your fingers into the curve of his back, pulling him closer.

He thrust in and out as the sounds of your moans, mixed with his echoed the room, along with the ones that were coming from the tv. "Fuck Y/N." He painted, while balancing himself on his forearms.

He gritted his teeth, you knew he was close from the tightening of his eyes and the buckling of his hips. "Cum for me Remer." You whispered seductively in his ear.

His thrusts grew sloppier as your hips collided together, and you knew he was gonna explode any second, you not falling far behind him.

He thrust into you, one deep and final time, feeling your stomach tighten and release. You left out a series of curse words as a wave of pleasure rippled through you, while he continued riding out his high, his thrusts getting slower as he buried his face into your neck. He let out a small groan, as you felt his breath on your neck.

Your chest rose and fell quickly, your heart rate slowly fell to normal pace, as he pulled himself out. You let your hips fall, while Remer let his body rest against yours. He shakily lifted himself up on his forearms and looked at the tv.

"Well would you look at that," He said, making your attention return back to the tv. "They're still going at it."

#i'm gonna be honest #this was a harry styles smut i wrote a few years ago #it got flagged on wattpad #you're welcome #matt stone #doug remer #doug remer x reader #baseketball #doug remer smut

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starspann · 1 year

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wouldn’t it be nice

joe cooper x reader

fem!reader, she/her pronouns are used

★☆✵☆★

warnings: cursing, violence, suggestive themes

notes: just something short bc i LOVE coop

the one where cooper wants remer’s girlfriend.

★☆✵☆★

cooper wasn’t the jealous type.

he never really considered himself to be one anyway.

in fact, throughout his life, he had prided himself on being the supportive friend, celebrating the successes and happiness of his team and friends, no matter what.

today, cooper stood alone, his gaze fixed upon the boy he grew up with, watching his fingers intertwined with his girlfriends.

he felt different when it came them, and he knew exactly why.

he envied him.

you’d figure it’s because he’s just lonely. because he and jenna didn’t work out, and the fact that he hasn’t gotten laid in months.

if you did, you’d be wrong.

the real reason behind the gnawing ache of jealousy that twisted his insides was caused by the girl currently wrapped in remer’s arms.

he wanted her more than anything.

it was hard for cooper to admit that to himself, even within the private corners of his own mind.

however, there was no denying the truth.

with each passing day, cooper made a conscious effort to suppress the green-eyed monster that threatened to poison their friendship.

that didn’t stop the thoughts of her that constantly ran through his head.

he’d imagine what’d it be like to be in remer’s position. to hold her hand, feel the tender brush of y/n’s lips against his own, the warmth of her embrace.

usually, during a game, as they watched a fellow beers teammate play from the dugout, remer would talk about y/n.

cooper didn’t want to know, yet he’d force the sentence out anyway,

“so, how are things with you and y/n?”

it’s almost like he wanted to outdo him.

remer would make subtle points about how perfect things were between him and y/n while all cooper could do was stare dejectedly, numbly nodding his head and acting like he gave a shit.

he gleefully shared with cooper all the details of her accomplishments, both big and small. he recounted stories of her selflessness and kindness that would bring a proud smile to his face.

but then he’d talk about her in bed.

what pissed coop off was the way remer would talk about it.

he paused, drawing in a deep breath before continuing on to describe some of the more intimate moments from y/n’s life that she most likely may have wanted him to keep to himself. remer seemed determined to tell it all in vivid detail.

“god, coop. she’s unbelievable, really.” he shook his head, “she purrs like a kitten.”

sometimes, this pissed him off so much, he felt like cracking his fist into the brunettes nose, hopefully breaking it and giving his uniform a dark red stain.

yet, he couldn’t help but a feel a little bit grateful for the information about y/n.

then he felt dirty.

he cringes when he remembers the time he heard them through the thin walls of their house and shamefully pleasured himself to their sounds.

cooper can recall countless nights like that. nights he spent tossing and turning, his mind plagued by fantasies he dared not indulge.

so he’d end up taking those feelings to him and remer’s shared bathroom.

it was a ritual at this point.

he’d stumble to the bathroom and hastily lock the door, fiddling with the zipper of his jeans.

one of his porno mag’s lied on the cold, bathroom tile, a well endowed model posing on the front cover.

he’d sigh and pick it up, quickly flipping through before stopping randomly.

he’d stop at some chick staring seductively back at him through the flimsy page.

“okay.. that’s kind of hot.” he thought, palming himself through the rough denim of his jeans.

he’d get off to the magazine but only while thinking of her.

his heart still ached.

walking out of the bathroom, he dragged his feet to his room.

remer is his friend. his best friend since childhood. y/n is his girlfriend. he just had to learn to respect that.

after all, cooper wasn’t the jealous type.

#baseketball #baseketball x reader #trey parker x reader #matt stone x reader #joe cooper x reader #joe cooper #doug remer x reader #doug remer #matt stone #trey parker

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littlegirlgohome · 4 months

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smooth - d. remer x f!reader

in which you’ve been hiding your feelings for your best friend for years now, until everything comes to light after a wild night out.

warnings - post breakup depression ig? anxiety, drinking, cursing, & more but it’s not too bad :)

word count - I have no idea

for you <3

— saturday, 12:27 PM —

It was a seemingly normal day off for you. you slept in (which felt like a luxury compared to waking up at 7 am every morning) and plopped on your couch looking for something to watch on tv. You had spent most of your time flipping through channels though, and by the time you decided there was nothing to watch,the clock had hit 12 o’ clock noon.

you stumbled lazily into your apartment kitchen, grumbling something about how you had already wasted half the day. pouring yourself a bowl of cereal, you heard a knock on your door. You didn’t even have to look outside to know exactly who it was. there was only one person you knew who it could be. your best friend, mr “sir swish” remer.

it wasn’t rare for him to visit you without any notice, and less rare for him to just come in your home without asking. it kinda seemed that to him, this was his home too.

as he came in (having to crouch a little in order to not hit his head on the doorframe) he looked around your living room, which he had helped you decorate. among the walls were pictures of you and remer from photo booths, magazines and after parties, which he had given you as a “housewarming gift.” it sometimes made things awkward whenever you brought a guy home, but you kept them there nonetheless.

“in here.” you called out , and he made his way into the kitchen.

“hey,pretty. nice pants.” he teased, referencing your pj shorts, as you took your bowl of cereal to sit down at the table. he took note of the open box on the countertop and began to pour his own bowl. the nerve..

he was wearing a loose t-shirt and black basketball shorts. pretty similar to what you had on, except your pajama shorts happened to be a hell of a lot shorter. you didn’t mind though, because it was remer. your remer. you were comfortable around him, and you knew he was too. maybe a bit too comfortable at times.

you met remer (and coop) a few years ago when you were in college through a mutual friend. even though they ended up dropping out extremely early,you managed to stay friends while you pushed through and graduated. you had been known to be a little stuck up sometimes, as anyone would be with a strict 9-5 office job, and the two boys helped you relax and let loose a little. granted, it was because they were losers, but it didn’t hurt for them to rub off on you a tiny bit.

then out of nowhere, they became famous athletes. while you stayed friends with coop, doug had changed for the worse. coop had told you about how the once broke loser you loved so much became a sell out and started sleeping with new women everyday. naturally, you drifted apart. you understood why, though. he was rich and famous now, why would he want to stay friends with you?

eventually, he visited you after the beers’ win of the denslow cup and apologized for letting his fame drift you apart. you forgave him, because he was being surprisingly sincere. well,for remer at least .

“shut up. where’s coop?” you asked, shoving back a spoonful of your cereal. It wasn’t uncommon for him to show up alone, but you still wanted to ask. “oh uh, he went to take jenkins to a vet appointment. but knowing him he’s just gonna use it as an excuse to be out all day. then he’s gonna meet with jenna , and I would’ve been home alone all day. so I came here.” he replied, mouth half full.

“what, to bug me and eat my food?” you laughed. you didn’t really mind though, and you knew he knew it too. he shrugged,mouth too full to speak, then nodded. “guess so.”

“how’d you get in anyway? I could’ve sworn I locked my door last night.”

“you did,” he said. “I used my key.” you rolled your eyes. his key. the key you had given him when you first moved in to this apartment so he could help you move in your things. he was supposed to give it back right after you were done, but according to him, he had lost it. you knew then he was lying, but you didn’t mind. “I want that key back, you know.”

after a couple bites, you decided you weren’t hungry anymore. you stood up from your chair, him quickly taking your place. he ate the rest of your bowl, making you shake your head in disbelief. it scared you how he could always eat so much and stay stick thin.

“you’ve got the day off, right?”

“yeah, whaddya wanna do?” you asked, looking over at the curly haired man sitting in your kitchen. his mane was way too grown out and disheveled, but still pretty. his glasses fit perfectly on his face, his perfect nose. the way his eyes looked, so gorgeous with the added sunlight shining through the window, jesus. was he hot. he looked like a literal greek god. you probably could’ve just ogled at him all day, but snapped out of it when he answered your question.

“I dunno. what do we always do?”

“watch tv and rot on the couch?”

“ugh,” he groaned, throwing his head back like a child. “fine. but just until I think of something else to do.”

you went to your room, coming back with extra blankets and pillows. then, the both of you plopped on the couch, shoulder to shoulder under a blanket while he looked for something good to watch, and after a couple of hours of being glued together and getting way too invested in a cheesy soap opera, you finally got up to stretch.

remer groaned at the feeling of your body weight leaving his. “I was just getting comfortable!”

“we can’t just do this all day,rem. I don’t wanna waste my day off. thought of what to do yet?”

“ i mean, yeah I have an idea, but you won’t like it….” you furrowed your brows.

“we could go to the club.”

you rolled your eyes. seriously..you hadn’t been to the club in forever, and you definitely didn’t feel like it now.

“rem,no. you know I haven’t felt like partying since,” you tried to say it, but it was stuck in your throat.

“what,since steve?”

•••

it wasn’t a secret that you and remer were slightly more than friends. it seemed to your dear friend coop that anyone could see the way you looked at him with “fuck me eyes” (as he called them) and the way remer would always flirt, even if you wrote it off as him just being remer. the two of you had even made a pact that if you both couldn’t find anyone to date , you would settle for eachother. that was why everyone was so surprised when you started dating your ex, steven .

you met him at a bar one day while you were out with your girlfriends. he was sweet, charming, and handsome. the total catch, you thought.

nobody had expected you two to get so serious so quickly, but there you were moving in with him after a couple months. It might have been stupid, but you know what they say about being young and in love.

except, you weren’t even really sure you loved him. you liked him, alot. he took care of you, and made you feel safe. your heart just wasn’t in it 100%.

that didn’t make it hurt any less when out of nowhere, he dumped you.

if anything, it made you feel worse. you had finally settled for a guy who you felt actually loved you, and he dumped you out of nowhere and pushed you out of your apartment. you felt like such a loser. you moved in with a guy you didn’t really love, got dumped, and now you were homeless. maybe it was karma or something.

so naturally, you went to the only people you knew who would be happy to take you in. coop and remer. and when they found out what he did, they wanted to kill him.

you moved into their apartment for a couple of months, just until you found another place, and while you loved the two boys, it was hell. being the only female in a house of two lazy guys was torture. there were a lot of fun times, and times where you almost pissed yourself of laughter. still, you felt more depressed than ever, and they knew it. your environment just reminded you of how stupid you had been, how little you had thought things through. suddenly, you weren’t fun. you never wanted to go anywhere anymore, not even to the beers games. it made you feel terrible, like a horrible friend.

eventually, though, you found your own apartment. it was nice, and the boys helped you move in (which was how remer got his key). you felt a little better now that you had your own place, but hearing his name still had a way of ruining your day.

•••

you sighed at the sound of his name . remer noticed. he always noticed. the way every time he brought him up it was like your heart dropped…and it killed him.

“look, y/n, i know you don’t like to talk about it, but this could be good for you! you could finally realize hotter guys exist. none hotter than me, of course.” he joked, trying to lighten the mood. he flashed his toothy grin, showing off that gap that you always thought was so dorky, but cute.

you knew he was used to going out every night, and any night he didn’t spend at your place he probably spent partying, drinking and most likely taking girls home with him. you shuddered at the thought.

“doug..no.”

he reached out for your wrists in his seated position , while you were still standing in front of him. he held your smaller hands in his large ones, sort of begging.

“y/n, i can’t remember the last time we went out together and had fun. you’re letting this guy ruin your life and it’s annoying. we used to go out all the time. cmon,let’s just let loose for once. please? for me? ” he pleaded, looking up at you through his stupidly pretty eyes, making you give in.

you rolled your eyes. “fine..for you. but i don’t think it’s a good idea at all.” you knew you’d do anything he asked you ,and you hoped to god he didn’t know it.

“alright!” he cheered, standing up and hugging you, lifting you off the ground with his height and spinning you. you punched his shoulder and groaned, making him let you down a little too hard. “get yourself super hot and I’ll pick you up later tonight. see ‘ya!” and with that, he was almost running out of your house.

“fine, but you’re driving! if I’m gonna be forced to go I’m at least getting drunk!” you yelled as he slammed the door, making you jump.

———————————————————————

-saturday, 10:16 pm -

it had been at least 6 hours since remer had left, and while you had been dreading going out, you still liked the idea of getting dressed up. You hadn’t really felt confident in a long time, and if you were gonna go out, you wanted to look hot! you styled your hair, put on makeup, and wore your best dress. it was tight fitting, and a little short, but you were going to a club after all , and you had seen more naked girls at the beers games, anyway. you had to admit, you really were feeling yourself.

you were looking at yourself in the mirror, reapplying your lipgloss when you heard your front door open. you knew it was remer, so you went outside to greet him.

“i think you were right,rem. i should get out a little more,” you said walking into your living room, not even looking at him as you scrambled around for your purse. “I’m ready. how do I look?” you said , smiling as you did a little twirl. for the first time since he arrived, you looked up at him. granted, not as much as you used to have to because of your shoes.

he was wearing a cute silk-ish button up that showed off his figure, and his “good pants” as he called them. you made a note not to stare and instead just waited for an answer.

“um-great i guess. i gotta use the restroom.” he muttered quickly as he dashed by you, his eyes glued to the floor. you were confused. normally he would flirt with you, say you looked hot, and neither of you would think twice about it. you decided to just let it go and went back to your room to keep looking at yourself.

———

remer closed the door behind him and suddenly felt a wave of embarrassment rush over him. he hated how awkward he had been just now,and currently, he was feeling stupid. the truth was, you looked gorgeous. when he saw you he actually almost choked on air. as cliché as it sounded, you literally took his breath away. before, he had thought this would be a fun night without consequences, hoping you would forget about your ex , but he forgot that to actually accomplish that, you would have to meet someone else…

remer was known for being selfish and a little arrogant. he had slept with a lot of girls in his lifetime, and he wasn’t one to be exclusive to anybody. this was why his flirting had meant nothing to you, and frankly, to him as well. the truth was, he never had real feelings for any of the girls he was with. but seeing you, with a genuine happy smile on your face, the biggest he had seen in a while, he had made a realization.

doug remer had feelings for you.

and no, it wasn’t just lust. real, genuine feelings. he felt a pit in his stomach.

what the hell was he thinking? he was literally right about to take you to a club to meet new guys, and here he was having a weird epiphany in your restroom. he gulped and got out to find you sitting on the couch waiting for him.

“you ready to go?” you asked gently as you stood up and grabbed your purse, walking towards him in an attempt to talk to him face to face. “you feeling okay?”

“on second thought, maybe you were right. let’s stay home, yeah? we can finish that show from earlier.” he was still avoiding eye contact, making you worry.

“are you feeling sick or something?” you asked as you reached out your hand to feel his forehead. he took a step back, away from you, which hurt your feelings a little. “aw, i was getting excited. it’s okay, though. I’ll get you some medicine or something, and we can-”

he looked into your eyes and felt guilty. he was being selfish and he knew it. you were really looking forward to getting out, and he decided to suck it up, push all his feelings down and have fun tonight, for you. he shook his head.

“y’know what, nevermind. I’ll be fine. let’s go,” he said with that dorky smile you loved so much. unbeknownst to you, it was fake. you smiled and grabbed all your stuff before the both of you walked out the door.

———

the tension in the car ride there was thick. you knew it was on doug’s end, and you were confused why. everything had been normal earlier, and now he was acting cold and distant. you tried not to let it bother you, and leaned forward to turn on the radio.

once you arrived, he helped you get out of the car . throughout the time your friendship with remer, he learned to read you. and right now he was reading that you were nervous. he tried to comfort you,holding your hand in his along the walk .

“hey, it’s okay. I’m here. if you ever need anything or feel unsafe and shit, just holler and I promise I’ll help you. just.. be smart, and you’ll be okay.” you nodded, letting out a content hum that he had finally relaxed a little.

by the time you had actually gotten in to the club, you already wanted to leave. everyone looked like they were having so much fun, the music was blaring and you felt a little out of place. “I won’t be too far,” he told you as he looked around. you noticed the look on his face. he seemed happy, a smug grin on his face as opposed to a smile. you could tell he was used to this. “you can drink if you want, I’m driving.” you nodded in approval and with that, he had disappeared.

you decided to go straight to the bar, hoping a drink would help you loosen up. as you sat down, you held your head in your hands, your head pounding as the music blared in your ears.

“you okay?”

you snapped out of the state you were in when you heard someone speak to you and felt a tap on your shoulder. you looked up to see a guy you had never met before. He was cute, sure, really fucking attractive , but you didn’t really take it into account when you saw him.

“yeah im okay,” you answered, projecting your voice to speak over the music. “this shit is hurting my ears though.” you laughed lightly in an attempt to be polite, when in reality the last thing you felt like was joking.

“i get you,” he replied, smiling at you. “let me buy you a drink.”

you nodded, ordering your drink and thanking the nice man next to you. you prayed to god it would get drunk enough to forget this whole night.

after what felt like forever of you talking to him back and forth sipping on the same drink (which tasted like shit now that the ice had melted) you finally asked him to dance. you led him to the dance floor,finally starting to feel like yourself there. you had lost sight of remer a long time ago, and you figured he was probably having the time of his life with another girl somewhere. the thought alone made you want to throw up.

what you hadn’t known was that remer was just as miserable as you were. it was supposed to be a fun night, and there he was, standing in a corner watching you dance with another guy.

he was kinda good looking, he noticed . not as much as him,though. he didn’t know anything about you. he didn’t know your favorite color, or the tv show you knew every line to by heart. he wasn’t there for you when you got a haircut and cried all night because you hated it, just to love it the next day. he never comforted you from a break up. that guy was just a rebound, he thought. and that thought helped (temporarily) settle the stupid,dull ache in his chest .

but once he looked over at you, with your arms around his shoulders, seeing his hands on your waist,your bodies a little too close for his liking, that ache came back 10 times worse.

this wasn’t like remer at all. it wasn’t at all his character to miss out on partying for a girl. he didn’t know why he was acting like this,but it was taking a lot of restraint for him to not step in and pull you apart.

he was seriously considering the idea. no, he thought. you’re having fun. that would be selfish of him. after all, that was why he brought you here. to have fun. and it seemed to be working.

you had been dancing for a while now. you weren’t sure how long exactly, but you were sweating, and your head and feet were killing you. the only thing keeping you from calling a cab and getting the hell out was remer . you imagined you were dancing with him instead. fuck. how you wished you were the actual girl he was probably dancing with right now.

remer didn’t like you to know it, but you knew what a playboy he really was. he refused to tell you anything, but coop often let it slip that remer didn’t come home every night, and jenna, who you had become somewhat close to,had even told you that he tried to flirt with her before she got with coop.

you always knew that it was just how he was. In the time you’d known him, he’d never settled down and been exclusive . and even though you knew how you felt about him, and you had known for a long time, you pushed it down. you knew he would probably never change for just one girl, and you weren’t any different.

you were an expert of pushing down your feelings, bottling everything down. right now , you were doing exactly that. you tuned out everything around you as you danced. the energy drowning out the stupid music, only listening to the rhythm so you could dance properly. you were tired, but you knew the moment you stopped your head would be flooded with anxious thoughts and it would be unbearable. so for now, you had to distract yourself.

you were suddenly snapped out when your dance partner (who’s name you had forgot by now) pulled you off of the dance floor, huffing to try and catch his breath.

“shit, you have a lot of energy.” he laughed breathily. like you knew would happen once you stopped moving, your surroundings caught up to you, and your heart was racing out of your chest. you started thinking about remer again, where you imagined that he was, and who he was with.

you had to do something to push everything back down, so you did something horrendously stupid.

“wanna make out?”

—

your sudden question caught him off guard at first. it had come out of nowhere, even for you. you were still feeling horribly anxious, tapping your foot rapidly. after what felt like 10 awkward minutes (it was closer to 10 seconds) he crashed his lips into yours. and now, like you had been doing all night, you pushed down the crippling feeling of embarrassment in your stomach, and made out with a random guy you didn’t even know the name of in the middle of a club. it’s remer, you thought. pretend it’s remer..

he was starting to get closer as your kiss progressed. his arms wrapped around your waist, hands resting on your ass. you put your arms around his shoulders, resting on his neck.

you didn’t know what the fuck you were doing. you weren’t the type of person to do this kind of thing, and you knew it. you’re kissing remer, you thought. shit,I’m turning into him.

he pulled away after a while , catching his breath.

“let’s get out of here?” he said, taking a hold of your hand. your lips parted, thinking of what to say, and before you had time to really answer, you were being led outside. you took the time to ponder if you were really gonna do this. how dangerous and stupid this was, and..remer.

you cursed at yourself in your head. you had been with this guy all night, and the thought of your stupid best friend wouldn’t leave your mind. you didn’t care what happened to you, and he probably wouldn’t either. you figured he was doing the same as you were now, right?

but you were wrong. you didn’t know that since you two arrived, he had been watching you like a hawk. watching in disgust as that man grabbed you the way he did. it might’ve seemed creepy, sure. but he was glad he was, because he almost lost his shit when he saw you leaving with that guy. now he felt he had to intervene.

he did a double take when he saw that stupid guy make you walk out the door, and ran outside to try and stop you.

when you stepped outside, the cold night air hitting your face, you felt numb. you had stopped walking , something in your brain stopping your legs from moving. and there you were once again tuning out the guy, who’s name you had just remembered was mike, and his constant questions. you couldn’t tune out what you were hearing now, though.

“y/n! where the fuck are you going?” “y/n!”

you turned around and saw remer, out of breath and walking directly towards you.

you didnt know why, but your first bodily instinct when you saw him was to let out a long, shaky sigh. you didn’t know whether it was that of relief, or embarrassment, or guilt.

“rem…” you called out lowly, bringing the cold palm of your hand to touch your face. you now knew it was all three.

you reached out for him instinctively and hugged him, and you were surprised that even in his seemingly angry state, he hugged you back. “it’s okay,hon. it’s okay.” he whispered sweetly, but you could still make out the anger in his voice.

“where were you gonna go? with this asshole?” he said, gesturing to…uh…mike. he had pulled away from you, looking right in your eyes while you looked at the floor, the height difference making you feel like you were being scolded.

“my head hurts..” was all you could manage to answer , moving your hands up to your temples.

“and what the fuck is wrong with you? can’t see she’s drunk, asshole?” lord, he had moved on to scolding him now.

“im not drunk.” you clarified, feeling a huge wave of shame after seeing doug’s indifferent face, his jaw clenched.

you looked over at mike, who was clearly confused by the whole situation. doug rolled his eyes.

you muttered something to him about having to go, how it was complicated, and he left begrudgingly, leaving just you and an extremely angry remer.

“what the actual fuck were you thinking running off like that and not telling me ? do you know what that shithead could’ve done to you?”

you looked into his eyes for the first time since he had interrupted you, and shit he was mad.

“didn’t care, I guess.” you muttered shyly like a kid who had just gotten scolded by their mom .

doug said nothing, just scoffed and looked at you incredulously. “we’re leaving.”

you gulped in utter embarrassment, following him as you both silently walked to his car, which was a couple blocks away. the only sound was the clicking of your heels, doug’s breathing, and the sound of the cars on the busy street. you held yourself with your arms in an attempt to stay warm.

you had been able to keep up with him pretty well. that was until you couldn’t hear the music from the club anymore, and all the adrenaline you had previously was gone. suddenly , the pain in your feet (caused by your ridiculously high heels) was excruciatingly bad. you figured it was from all the dancing. you hadn’t felt it before, but now it was really starting to kill you. you stopped in your tracks.

“shit!” you yelped in pain somewhat loud enough for remer to hear you and turn around. he seemed to already know what was wrong, letting out a small sigh.

“c’mere,” he told you gently, grabbing your hand and leading you to a nearby bench, and making you sit down.

he stood infront of you, his arms crossed in front of him. you hid your face in your hands as you sat. “shit, rem, I’m so sorry.” you sniffled. “I ruined your night, didn’t I?”

he didn’t say anything, instead opting to sit closely beside you. he gestured at you to take off your shoes, and you did. you looked over at him and saw him leaning down. you noticed out the corner of your eye that he was taking off his sneakers.

“you don’t have to do that, doug. I can just-“

“it’s fine. we only have a block left to go, I don’t want you in pain.” and with that , his shoes were off , and he was putting them on you, tying them as tight as he could so they wouldn’t fall off.

“I tell ya’, I don’t know why you wear these things..” he mumbled, standing up.

you got up, immediately feeling a lot better pain wise , but still so guilty. remer was walking down the block in just his socks, holding your shoes in his hand. you didn’t understand why he was doing all of this for you, why he was looking out for you more than you were for yourself. you had to admit, it gave you a little bit of hope.

once you made it to the car, it was still awkwardly silent, and you gave him his shoes back so he could drive.

you broke the silence with another apology, feeling so stupid.

“im really so sorry, doug. I feel so dumb,” you admitted, hoping he wouldn’t stay so tense with you. at first you had thought he was mad, but now you saw that wasn’t the case. he looked like the epitome of “im not mad, just disappointed.”

“you’re not dumb,y/n. just…how much did you drink?”

“i told you doug, I’m not drunk . I literally had one drink. and it was honestly more ice than anything. I swear.” the car had approached a red light.

he took this time to look at you, look into your eyes, and it was clear to him that you were telling the truth. you really weren’t drunk. and that confused him more.

“i don’t get it then,” he said , starting to drive again, breaking the awkward eye contact. “ why would you do something like that? i mean, going home with a stranger…it’s not like you at all. it’s more like me,if anything.”

“i uh.. I dunno. I think I was just, really trying to have fun or something. I figured you were,” you slumped more in your seat, half to ignore his staring, and half trying to relieve the nervous feeling you had in your stomach.

“were you really having fun?” he asked, once again turning to look at you. you avoided his eyes, looking at the floor. he sighed at your lack of answer.

“no, I get it. you’re still not over steve . I shouldn’t have made you come .” your eyes widened, and you didn’t even think about what you said next.

“stop.” you blurted out, more loud and mean sounding than you had intended. “shit, I’m sorry, rem. It’s just.. it’s not that. it has nothing to do with him, I promise.” you gulped. you wondered if he had any idea of what this was really about.

“y/n-“ he started, and by his tone you already knew what he was going to say.

“remer. i told you, i don’t care about steve. I’m serious. I don’t give a shit about him , rem.”

he turned to you once again, a confused yet pitying look on his face. you sighed, thinking of how to elaborate. “I don’t think I really loved him. it fucked me up, remer. he treated me so well, took care of me and I just couldn’t love him. and it made me feel like shit. it still does. but I can’t fix it now. “

your heart was racing now. you had just dropped a bombshell on him, told him a secret you thought you never would tell anyone. he took some time to process your words before responding.

“you had me convinced,” he said, and you pretended not to notice the slight bitterness in his tone.

you laughed at his comment. you figured he was trying to lighten the mood, and it worked.

“I guess I’m just a good actress,” you sniffle laughed, still embarrassed about your confession .

“were you acting today? did you really like that guy? ‘cause I don’t believe it.” he inquired, and you knew he was right. you took a deep breath, inhaling and exhaling shakily because of nerves you didn’t even notice were still there.

“just had to distract myself, I guess.” you said, focusing out your window. you could see in the mirror that remer was facing you.

“distract yourself from what,y/n? what’s going on with you?”

“I’m fine, seriously. just feeling whiny I guess.” you looked towards him , his eyes focused on the road now. you admired his side profile for a bit, making your heart flutter. the same feeling you had whenever you really took the time to look at him, and you got used to it.

“you’ve never been one to keep secrets n’ stuff,y/n. I don’t know why you’re acting like this, but I know enough to know something’s wrong with you.” he was still looking at the road, not bothering to look at you as you talked. you knew he was right. he always knew when something was wrong and to you, it was annoying because he never shut up until he knew what it was.

“ i said i’m fine.” you replied abruptly. you immediately regretted your tone being so cold , and you sounded a lot more bitchy than you meant to sound. remer didn’t say anything, and you felt terrible . you decided to not say anything either, not wanting to make things worse than they were.

then, 10 minutes of awkward silence had gone by, you were nearly at your house, and you didn’t want to end things off on such a sour note. you leaned over and turned on the radio.

you smiled when you realized the song that was playing.

it was the relatively new release, “smooth” by santana. it had been all over the radio this year. you thought by now you would be tired of it, but everytime you heard it, it was always that much better than you remembered. you turned up the volume, doug rolling his eyes playfully.

the song worked as a nice icebreaker. this one specifically, because it always gave you an excuse to poke fun at him.

—

a few months ago, you and remer were hanging out as normal. you had just moved into your new apartment, so there really wasn’t much to do.

“oh,uh, I almost forgot-“ he told you, reaching into his pocket. “here. it’s for you.”

a smile quickly crept its way onto your face when you saw what he handed to you. it was a brand new santana cassette tape, for their new album, supernatural. “i saw it the other day, and it reminded me of you or whatever. think you told me you liked them once.” he said sort of nonchalantly, pretending to be focused on the tv. he wasn’t though, and it showed through the way his eyes were set on you, waiting for a reaction.

“aww remer, you big softie,” you joked, pulling him into a hug as he groaned. “it’s nothing, dude. just thought you’d like it.”

“it’s not nothing,” you said, pulling away from him. “you looove me,” you cooed teasingly, dragging out your words.

you knew he was playing it down. this was a big gesture. well, for remer at least. you’d sometimes buy him little gifts you found when they reminded you of him. but you never expected anything in return. “thank you, dougie,” pressing a kiss to his cheek. “i love it.”

“yeah,whatever.” he mumbled, clearly flustered, playfully pushing you away lightly before pulling you back in .

—

now, he was turning onto your block, and he seriously wondered if the night was gonna end with you giving eachother the silent treatment.

“and if you said this life ain't good enough,I would give my world to lift you up,” the song continued as he pulled into your driveway. you didn’t know what to do, or say. you took a shaky breath, trying to think of what to say.

“rem, I’m sorry for being so bitchy. honestly, I’m sorry for everything today. i think you were right about me not being ready or whatever.”

remer had that smug grin on his face he always had when you were wrong. “i know,” he smirked.

you sighed, turning around in your seat to face him, him doing the same. you looked into his eyes, his cocky demeanor dropping.

“you gotta stop undervaluing yourself, pretty...” he half whispered, reaching out his hand to grab your face. you lightly gasped as a reaction to his cold hand pressed again your face.

there it was. his nickname for you that you loved so much, but simultaneously hated because it made you melt everytime it came out of his mouth.

“stop,” you said quietly, trying to turn your face away to hide the tint on your cheeks. but his grip was firm. your eyes were staring into his as he caressed your cheek with his thumb.

“im serious. you’re so much more than a hookup..you really think that asshole would know how to treat a girl like you?” you put your hand over his, barely managing to cover any of it.

“a girl like me?” you asked, your hand squeezing his. you were almost scared to see the look on remer’s face, worried you wouldn’t be able to handle the way he was gazing at you. suddenly, you perked up, turning to look at him, your eyes staring into his intently.

“you really mean what you said..? about me being more than a hookup?” you asked him , trying to push his words a little in an attempt to see what he really meant. he looked back at you, with that cute pout he sported whenever he was confused or thinking about something.

“i mean, yeah. look at you. I mean, you’re hot. any guy could see that. but you’re also funny, you’re caring, and god knows you’re patient. I mean, you deal with me.” he laughed, but you didn’t. you just kept looking in his eyes, your lips slightly parted as you took in what he was saying. remer gulped at the sudden change in tone. then suddenly, you both did something you never thought you would ever do sober.

he leaned closer to you, hovering over the console as he grabbed your face, waiting for you to make the next move. you did, of course. you always thought you would . you pushed your lips against his, putting your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

you always knew remer was promiscuous, and never thought that kissing him could be so caring and soft . his hand was resting on your cheek, giving you butterflies. he was more gentle than you ever imagined he could be.

that was the one thing you loved most about remer. you always felt so safe around him. so comfortable that you always wanted him close to you, which is why you were so hesitant to pull away. eventually, you did.

he put his large hands on your waist, using them to guide you to climb over the console, settling in his lap. you once again wrapped your arms around his shoulders, hearing a soft hum as you settled your face in the crook of his neck, the smell of his cologne mixing with your perfume.

“you’re so perfect,” he mumbled against your hair as he hugged your middle, pulling you closer to him. the song was almost over , and you were dreading it. in the span of almost 5 minutes, your relationship with your best friend had changed. you had definitely done shit like this before, but always drunk off your asses. never sober. before, it never meant anything, but now, you knew you couldn’t brush it off anymore. you couldn’t ignore the way your heart was felt like it was leaping out of your chest. you knew this was right, and you hoped by the way he was holding you that he felt the same way.

“y/n?”

you perked up, pulling away to see him face to face. “yeah?”

“i think i’m in love with you,” he said gently, in that sweet tone you almost never heard from him, only when he spoke sincerely, which wasn’t often. you stopped moving completely, taking in what he told you.

“you think?” was all you could manage to say. you didn’t know if you were relieved or in shock. you only knew that you had been bottling up your emotions for so long, and with his sudden confession, you wanted to just have him hold you in his big arms, and let everything out.

“i-uh-no. I know i do. i love you, y/n. It’s just, I’ve never known how it feels, you know? I’ve never been exclusive with one person before, and i didn’t want to screw things up, and-“

you cut him off with another kiss, not wanting to hear his explanation and just wanting him close again. taking in the sight of him like this was almost breathtaking. lipstick smeared all over his cheek, his hair frizzy and a mess from your hands pulling on it, and his shirt, which had once been smooth and probably ironed, now a wrinkly mess.

“I love you too, rem.” you confessed, out of breath, and your state of vulnerability was almost humiliating. the both of you in your driveway, sitting in remers car, out of breath and giggling after making out like teenagers.

“stay the night?”

“yeah, of course.” he laughed, fixing his glasses which were close to falling off his face, and opening the door . he used his hands to lift your waist, helping you stumble out, and he quickly got out to walk with you to your door.

the circumstances were definitely weird. today had definitely sucked, but you had a feeling it wouldn’t end so bad. not if you were spending it with your best friend. or, maybe more..

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a/n

omgg i finally got this out.. school has been kicking my ass recently and I really wanted to make sure my first post wasn’t terrible. if you read the whole thing thank youu and I’m working on another fic that should actually be out somewhat soon!!

-gloria!

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