─ Let me in your ocean // Childe x reader
▻ Synopsis : Your older brother wriothesley throws a party when your parents are out of the country on a business trip....
▻ Content warnings : Childe x fem!reader, older brothers best friend trope, partying, modern au, drinking, Tartaglia is 21, reader is 19, wrio is 22, smoking, flirting, mentions throw up, chapter 1 .
▻ A/n : day one of writing so I don't end my shit. CHAPTER 2 COMING SOOONN⁽⁽٩(๑˃̶͈̀ ᗨ ˂̶͈́)۶⁾⁾
“... 9:43pm. on a Wednesday...this man is throwing a party as our parents are away on a Wednesday night. The music is loud, his stupid ‘guests’ are loud I swear to fucking God.” You were busy rambling off to your friends over the phone about how your night was going because you had nothing better to do.
“ Uh...{name} are you *static* alright..? you sound...irritated I would pick you up to hang out bu-”
“ I am irritated. this man is fucking up MY Wednesday night with his loud ass low life alcoholic friends...”
“ *sigh* {name} you really should have just came over to our sleep over the other girls reallyyyy miss you they've been sulking since i told them you aren't coming...i mean...are his friends *static* at least hot...? ”
“...no... haven't even went downstairs yet, I don't like being around a shit ton people *sigh* good night, have fun at y'alls sleepover...i guess ”
the phone call ended with an abrupt click; you rolled over on to your back phone still in hand after you hanged up looking blankly at the ceiling.
i mean what sane person throws party's the minute their parents leave without fear of I don't know...getting caught.
you sighed heavily and rolled your eyes ─ I mean you had to go down at some point you weren't going to stay in your room all night again...plus his friends would be to drunk and high to acknowledge your existence anyway....hopefully
you rolled off your bed and stood up almost falling backwards as rapid flashes of color flooded your vision at once...lucky you, you caught yourself just in time before you would have fallen back on to your bed.
“low iron goes hard I guess....maybe I do need to take those iron supplements...“
you knew damn well you would rather die than take those god forsaken iron supplements.
you just shrugged it off, i mean you were fine without them...kinda
stepping towards the mirror in your room you looked at the cloths you currently had on and decided they were fine; it was just a plain gray Cami top and black shorts─ I mean shit it's your house if anyone has a problem with it, they can leave.
you made your way down the stairs running your fingers along the polished marble railing the sound of music and talking increasing with each step you took. when you got to the bottom of the staircase the pungent smell of alcohol, weed and god knows what hit your nose at once causing you to scrunch your face.
ya you knew your brother and his friends smoked and shit but my god. all the smells mixed together reeked so bad it made you gag and show visual signs of disgust...
nonetheless you made your way to the kitchen to at least get something in your stomach. walking down the hall you saw a lot of people, most were just leaning against the walls talking to each other red plastic party cups in hand, there was this one group of girls about 6 of them? eh you didn't know or care, but they were passing around a bottle of beefeater london pink strawberry alcohol and spitting it to each other's mouths.
i mean shitt you weren't judging if anything it was a kind of...hot in a way...
you had to squeeze yourself through a group of guys that were just standing around to actually make your away into the kitchen.
but when you got into the kitchen...oh my god it was such a mess, there were snacks all over the floor, broken glass that you assumed came from alcohol bottles and you swore up and down where was throw up dripping from the counter tops into the dishwasher as it clumped up.
there were also like 4 dudes rummaging through the cabinets, fridge and pantry for food, they genuinely looked like starving raccoons going through trash cans looking scraps of anything to eat.
you pushed one away from the pantry to get chips or something to snack on.
but of course, not to your surprise it was quite literally empty except for a singular pack of apple sauce that expired 2 months ago.
you groaned at the fact that there was nothing to eat thanks to his stupid ass friend's gobbling up everything in the fucking house.
" oh my fucking god those stupid cunts ate everything." as you had your face in your hands trying to figure out what to eat you heard a familiar voice call out your name from the living room
" HEY {NAME} COME OVER HERE I HAVE SOMETHING FOR YOU!!"
you knew that voice by heart it belonged to wriothesley, your older brother.
as you made your way to the living room you past by a group no older than 20 doing a certain powdery substance on the floor...
when you finally found your brother, he was seated on a leather couch with is best friend...childe.
tartaglia had a half empty bottle of gray goose in his right hand that was resting on the arm rest. your brother on the other hand had a bag of chips and a cherry Coca-Cola placed in his lap that were both unopened.
wrio patted a place on the couch in between him and childe signaling for you to take a seat. when you sat down, he handed you the chips and coke that were in his lap, "here, i noticed you were in your room and got something for you to eat so you didn't end up going hungry!" "thanks."
you took the food and placed it in your lap, right as you were about to open the coke a voice cut through your peace
" aw look who finally decided to join us hmm...? guess you got tired of locking yourself up in that room huh {name}?"
childe looked you up and down a smirk playing on his lips.
“you know i was starting to think-”
you harshly cut him off rolling your eyes and crossing your arms around your chest. you were alredy tired you didn't want to entertain his stupid theatrics.
“owchhh is someone madd? careful now, your eyes are going to get stuck from how much you roll them at me.” he said teasingly fake pouting as if he was hurt by your harsh tone.
he moved closer to you on the couch making your thigh brush against his for a brief second sending tingles down your spine. he leaned down until his lips grazed against your ear, lowering the tone of his voice as he whispered into your ear.
" knock it off childe" he was abruptly interrupted by wrio flicking the top of his head with 2 fingers causing him to get away from your ear and rub his head were wriothesley had flicked
" dude- ow" he was met yet again by the pain of wrio flicking him
"take your flirting somewhere else fuckboy"
