Jonah Gadjovich x fem!OC

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Warnings: Alcohol. Smut.Swearing.
Also a different story than my new years one I made before. ⚠️=starting to get to the smutty stuff
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Outfits:
Jonah:

Celine:

The others around the same outfit theme
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Celine's POV:
"Um, what are you doing?" I asked Jonah as he started going through my closet when he came over. "Finding you a dress," he said casually without looking back at me, making me raise an eyebrow at his back as he continued to flick though my closet, I saw him smiling when he passed my San Jose Sharks jersey I had bought when he had been drafted by the Sharks. "And are you going to tell me why?" I asked. "Because as much as I think you'd make a pretty drag queen with those curls,but my dresses will not fit you."
"What?! He replied, his voice going higher as he grabbed his favourite dress of mine off the rack before he turned to face me. "No, not for me, for you." I put my phone down on the bed beside me before I sat up to look at him, "okay, what's going on, Jonah?" I said as he gave me a guilty smile that had me narrowing my gaze. "Jonah, what's going on?" I asked more firmly. "I need to ask a really big favour," he replied. "And it involves you wearing this dress." "Go on," i said pointedly. Being friends with Jonah for as long as you had been meant that you weren't exactly new to his... antics. Jonah had a heart of gold but that didn't mean he didn't have a nose for trouble.
"So, you know how the team thinks that we're hopelessly in love with each other?' He asked and me as I rolled my eyes. How could I forget? I was practically attached to Jonah's hip, or, more accurately, he was attached to my hip, and every time we saw the guys, someone made some sort of comment about him and I, no matter how many times Jonah or I have told them that we were just friends. Jonah was my best friend; he had been as long as I could remember,and I had been there for all his cringy and embarrassing moments, and there had been a lot of them. I have been there through all of his girlfriends, even the questionable ones, and all his hairstyles,and the way he had his beard. Hell, when he had somewhere important to be, I sometimes had to do his hair for him so it looked good. When we watched scary movies together, we had comforted each other, and him being the gentleman he is, he sometimes would make me go first into the haunted house so he could use me like a human shield.
I loved Jonah, I loved Jonah more than anyone in my life.
not romantically Which is something the guys just couldn't wrap their heads around. "Where are you going with this, Joe?" I asked as he gave me a sheepish smile.
"So, one of the guys kinda slipped up today and told me they've been betting on how long it would take for us to get together," he told me and I rolled my eyes. As unimpressed as I was , I wasn't exactly surprised.
"Then they'll all lose when that doesn't happen. What does this have to do with that dress?" I replied. It was one of my nicer dresses and I knew that Jonah loved that colour on me.
"Well," he said, and he hung the dress up on the closet door before sitting down next to me. "I think we should get back at them.? The mischief sparkling in his eyes made my stomach twist. "Spit it out, I can't read your mind, Joe" i said softly.
"The New Year's Eve party is next week and I think it would be hilarious if we went and pretended to be a couple," he said with a smile. I raised an eyebrow at him, not following his train of thought, "how would that be funny? You may not be a great partner, but I definitely am." "Please," he scoffed. "I'm a heartthrob. Women love my hair, and I get a lot of comments about how good my beard feels against their-" "Thank you for sharing," I cut him off, giving him a shove.