Summary: College!Y/n gets a little too wasted and gets an offer to stay with c/n for the night

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Alcohol Consumption, that’s about as bad as it gets

B/n - boy’s name

N/n - nickname

E/c - eye color

Of all the papers I had to write in the coming weeks, exams to study for, and packing to do before heading back home from college, I somehow found myself tonight crammed into a dorm room packed like a can of sardines, trying to soak up the last ounce of the semester.

F/n and I loved to sit together and share a drink occasionally, but tonight was special—we wanted to have a good time before parting ways for the next couple of months. What started as a small gathering of close friends on a Saturday night quickly spiraled into something much larger. Word got out, and soon friends of friends began pouring through the door. Before long, the room was out of seats, out of standing room, and buzzing with chatter and laughter.

Despite the spatial discomfort, I couldn’t help but smile when a few familiar faces from my English class—B/n/1, B/n/2, and c/n—managed to slip in just before the room hit capacity. I was mid-laugh when I felt a hand land gently on my shoulder.

“Hey, n/n, is it cool if I sit next to you?” c/n asked, his tone easy and warm.

I grinned, already several shots in and feeling a bit bubbly. “Absolutely! What’ve you been up to tonight, c/n?”

He settled on the floor near my chair, leaning in slightly. “We were just hanging out in my room but figured we’d check out the commotion. B/n/1 seemed especially eager to get here,” he added, gesturing toward the duo sitting shoulder to shoulder on F/n’s bed, grins plastered on their faces.

I let out a laugh, my gaze following his. “Well, he’ll be happy to know the feeling’s mutual. F/n’s been hoping he’d show up since people started piling in about an hour ago.”

C/n raised an eyebrow at me, amusement glinting in his eyes. “Is that so?”

Feigning shock, I placed a hand dramatically on my chest. “Would I lie about something like that?”

We both burst into laughter, barely able to catch our breaths before the room’s noise swept us back into the atmosphere.

As the night went on, c/n and I found ourselves grabbing drinks and keeping tabs on the budding connection between B/n/1 and F/n. They seemed more comfortable with each passing minute, but before long, I realized I was feeling the effects of the evening. My gaze had drifted to the outdated popcorn ceiling, and I caught myself staring at it for what must have been minutes before c/n waved a hand in front of my face.

“You in there, y/n?” he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

I blinked a few times, trying to snap back to reality. “Never better,” I slurred, forcing a grin to mask how far gone I really was.

He stood and extended a hand toward me. “Why don’t we get you back? It’s getting late, and I’m starting to think these lovebirds might just be here forever.” He nodded toward B/n/1 and F/n, now sitting with an arm around her shoulders.

I took his hand and let him pull me to my feet, only for the room to tilt and spin. My balance faltered, and I instinctively grabbed onto his shoulders to steady myself. He caught me easily, his grip firm but gentle.

Once I steadied, we made our way out of the room, but I barely managed two steps down the staircase before stumbling forward again. C/n’s arm wrapped around my torso, catching me before I fell. Without a word, he shifted my arm across his shoulders, supporting me as we descended the stairs.

“C/n?” I murmured, my voice weak.

“Yeah, y/n?”

“I don’t think I’m gonna make it back to my dorm.”

I kept my head down, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. He paused, scanning me carefully before speaking. “Do you need a place to crash? My roommate’s gone for the weekend—you’re welcome to stay in my room.”

My brows lifted at the offer. “Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother.”

He frowned slightly, his voice soft but firm. “Y/n, you’re never a bother to me.”

Slowly, he guided me down the final flight of stairs and into his dorm. I noticed the neatly arranged door decorations as he opened the door and led me inside, sitting me gently on his bed.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, rummaging through his desk.

I gave a faint smile. “Right now? Great. Tomorrow morning? Probably not so much.”

He chuckled at my response, pulling out a bottle of ibuprofen and filling a glass of water. Handing them to me, he said, “Here—this might help a little.”

“Thank you,” I whispered, touched by the small gesture. While I might have thought to drink some water on my own, the ibuprofen was a stroke of genius. As I sipped the water, he grabbed his own bottle and sat down across from me.

The room fell into a comfortable silence, the noise of the party far behind us.

“You don’t have to stay here with me,” I said softly. “If you want to go back to the party, I’d understand.”

He shook his head. “I’d rather be here with you.”

I turned to meet his gaze, my heart skipping at the sincerity in his voice. For a moment, I was speechless, the weight of his words hanging between us.

Before I could respond, he stood and began tidying up. He set up a blanket on the futon, flattening it out.

“What are you doing?” I asked, confused.

“You can take the bed,” he said simply. “I’ll sleep here.”

As he reached to turn off the lamp, I caught his wrist, stopping him.

“You don’t have to stay on the futon.”

“I’m not making you sleep there.”

“I know.” My voice dropped to a whisper.

His gaze darkened, studying me for a long moment before he nodded and slid under the covers beside me. We lay face-to-face, the room dim and quiet.

“What’s holding you back?” I asked softly.

He hesitated, his voice barely audible. “I want you so badly, but I don’t want to violate your trust. You’re drunk, and I—”

Before he could finish, I closed the gap between us, pressing my lips to his. His initial shock melted away as he brought a hand to my jaw, his touch gentle but firm. Our movements were slow, deliberate, and full of unspoken emotion. When I pulled back, I searched his face, my voice barely above a whisper.

Summary: Y/n’s bestfriend c/n seems distant lately after he got a girlfriend. He finally gets the opportunity to open up a bit and catch her up when they run into each other at the beach

Word Count: 829

Warnings: None

A/n: This is my first imagine, please bare with me

g/n - girl’s name

“Hello? Earth to y/n,” y/f said.

My focus immediately snapped back to her and the food on the table in front of me. I quietly apologized to f/n and took a bite from my lunch. She rolled her eyes and smirked a bit, “Still checking on him, aren’t you?”

I bit my lip knowing she already knew the answer. A few weeks ago, c/n began dating g/n, and I want more than anything for his happiness, but I know him too well. He almost seems as if he’s become an empty shell. The more time he spends with her, the further his shoulders roll forward and the duller his expressions become. Even though he currently sat across from one of the prettiest girls in school, by now he looks as if his mind is halfway across the world.

C/n and I had been pretty good friends the past few years. It felt like we’d been to every corner our town had to offer, always going on our miniature adventures together. Our favorite spot of all though was the beach. Between the two of us, it felt like the tide coming in always carried a state of calm with it. Whether we skipped rocks or just needed a minute to sit in silence together, we always left there much more at peace than we had come.

What seemed to trouble me most though was the way g/n clung to him. I guess the girl has never done anything cruel to me, but I am a bit protective of c/n. Even talking to some of his guy friends, I’m not even sure she allows him time for “the bois” anymore, let alone me.

“I don’t know, f/n” I furrowed my brow, “I just worry about him.”

—————

Following school, I made the decision to drive to the beach myself. I took a walk along the shore into the sunset, searching for something like answers or guidance. I found a nice spot at one of the points and rolled out my beach towel to sit underneath the pastel sky the sun had painted.

I pondered why g/n and c/n bothered me so much. Of all the time c/n and I had spent together, I felt like he took a piece of me with him once they were a thing. I dare say I caught feelings somehow but it’s not like I could say anything. What if it ruined everything? I couldn’t even tell you how much time had passed before someone had come to sit next to me. C/n.

“So, you needed some think time too?” He asked.

“Yeah, a bit,” I sighed, “I’m surprised you found some time away from g/n.”

C/n reached to scratch the back of his head. “Actually, we’re done. I broke up with her before I came here.”

“You WHAT? Why?”

He inhaled deeply, “The attention was kinda nice at first, but it just didn’t seem right. She made me the upmost priority, which felt kinda good -but she expected it from me too. I tried my best but I had to desert all my friends. It wasn’t even for someone I loved either...” the disappointment in himself was obvious.

There was a brief pause before he continued, “I was pretending. Pretending that she was someone I did love. When I finally realized what I was doing I knew I had to get out.”

I watched as his eyes lowered, not meeting mine. As curious and saddening it was hearing him say this, it definitely wasn’t the time to ask about it. I lifted my hand to his shoulder and rubbed in little circles to comfort him. “You can tell me anything, or nothing if you prefer. I’ll be here for you either way. You know that, right?” I affirmed.

“It was you.”

He peered at me momentarily for a reaction before he elaborated. There’s no way I had heard him right. “No, seriously,” he added, “It always has been. I just didn’t want to admit it. This whole relationship thing, it didn’t even matter what we did. G/n would kiss me or tell me how cute I was and I just pretended it was you. I think I may fear losing you most so I’ve just avoided it. In the process, that’s exactly what I did. Please forgive me.”

The corners of my mouth turned upward and I lifted his chin so that his gaze finally met mine. With my other hand, I tucked the hair in his face behind his ear and he smiled softly. I giggled a bit, “I like you too.”

Before I could even process what was happening, his lips found mine. I felt his body relaxed in a way that it hadn’t before, putting us both at ease. I wrapped my arms around his neck and felt him smiling into it.

We lingered a bit before pulling away, and I couldn’t help but grin. He quickly wrapped his arms around me and I realized how much of the daylight we had lost out here. We stopped to look at each other.