Bang the Doldrums (Captainsparklez/Jordan Maron X Reader)

Sleepover

(Sorry it's been like a month, hope that those of you reading enjoy my update! Getting to some big plot in the next chapter so enjoy the pointless smut while you can. Constructive criticism welcome!) 

The whole week leading up to the party you try not to think about it. It's asking a little too much of yourself, though. This would be the first time since you and Jordan started hooking up that you'd be around each other in a group of people. It stresses you out a little, for sure. You worry you'll spend the entire night trying not to say something stupid that blows your cover. Could you control yourself? Could you see him talk and watch his lips move without thinking of the other things they do?

What if you do something embarrassing and it turns him off? What if you drunkenly say something stupid to one of his friends?

Lastly, why do you care so much about what this guy thinks of you? It's 2022, Tinder exists, you could've been laid ten times over by now if you would have tried. Is he really that good of a lay, or is it recency bias? Is it because he's a good lay or are there... other reasons you care about his approval?

You blink and it's the day before the party and Diany's asking you what you're going to wear and it all makes you anxious. You want to look hot but not too hot, no one ever really dresses up at these things. If you go too overboard it'll just look desperate.

The morning of the party is spent sorting through your closet and finally settling on a cropped sweatshirt that zips and shows some cleavage and a pair of shorts. You get up so early that you have a few hours to sit and fret while Diany gets her beauty rest.

When she comes out of her room just before you're set to leave, she laughs at the sight of you smoking a joint out of the living room window.

"Anxiety medication?"

"There's not enough weed in the world to get me out of my head right now," you tell her, ashing out your roach.

"What's the big deal?"

"I dunno, I just worry I'll do something dumb in front of everyone and Jordan will hate me and I'll never get laid again," you sigh.

"Dude. Chill out. All you have to do is control your hormones for a few hours. What do you mean 'do something dumb?' Just don't get blackout wasted. He's clearly attracted to the person you are. Now, are we going? I need to be drunk yesterday," she advises.

You roll your eyes but grab your things as she sets up an Uber trip. She's right, you think. You're just obsessing over nothing. As you hop into your ride you vow to yourself to have a good time, hang out with the cool friends you've made, and enjoy letting loose.

You don't even have time to fret. Once you get there Nick answers the door and pulls you and Diany into an intense game of drunk Jenga. He offers you a new cocktail he's invented and you settle in around the kitchen island with the people you've gotten to know over the past few weeks.

After your first turn, you glance around and spot Jordan outside through the window, chatting with a group of people on the balcony. Your stomach flips when he catches you looking, but he smiles and shoots you a little wave. You smile back and give him a look over before your attention falls back to the game in front of you.

You get through a few rounds of drunk Jenga before Nick and Kara and a few others insist on smoking. You and Diany follow them out to the balcony, and you feel Jordan looking at you as you pass his group, but you try your hardest not to look over. You don't want it to seem like anything fishy is happening in front of so many people. You know Kara knows, though, so you wonder who else might.