One-shots<3

Brother's Best Friend

You were currently in the kitchen of your house, rolling your eyes at your brother and his hockey team in the living room rewatching their latest game. Which- you might add- watching quite loudly and obnoxiously. At least he let you have his jersey which looked much better on you than it did him.

"YESSS! LET'S GOOO" b/n shouted loudly as the replay of one of his team's many goals plays.

" Shut uppppp!" you said, dragging out the 'up' Opening the fridge door, you swiftly surveyed the contents of drinks, later still deciding on your usual. A fresh cup of lemon tea. You sighed dream-ly at the thought of the cool and sweet liquid. You bend down and grab the cool pitcher that contained your tea and brought it to the kitchen island along with a cup.

As you poured the amazing rich lemon tea into the glass cup, bbf/n entered the room- unfortunately without you noticing. As you picked up you glass, contently sipping the tea, bbf/n decided to open his big annoying mouth and grace you with the sound of his stupid voice.

"Watchu' drinkinggggg?" he says as he runs his hand through his curls. "AND IS THAT YOUR BROTHER'S JERSEY?" he questioned, arching his eyebrow while leaning against the kitchen island nonchalantly. "Did he let you have that? He doesn't even let me have one of his precious candy."

"What the f***!" you shout. "FIRST OF ALL, HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME SPILL MY DRINK- AND ON B/N JERSEY? AND SECOND OF ALL, HE LET ME HAVE THE JERSEY CAUSE I'M THE BEST SISTER HE COULD EVER HAVE. You scared the f****** daylights out of me. And now I have to change. " you shout while moving your free hand dramatically, pouting while looking down at the now ruined jersey and half-filled glass of tea.

"Well you could always wear mine." he smirks. "It would save you the time of going back up into your pretty pink room to change. And i could see you change" bbf/n replies, adding the last part under his breath, winking at you with a proud look on his stupidly hot face. You stare at him, trying to hide the blush slowly spreading across my cheeks with a hard cold glare directed to him, but failing drastically.

" Awww are you flustered now? Speechless? You look so f****** adorable when you're flustered." he remarks as you stand there, jaw dropped.

You finally get yourself back together and reply coldly,"I'm only speechless at your stupidity of thinking that was smooth. And also I'm accepting your far too kind offer because you should give me your jersey for making me ruin b/n's." you cover up your actual feelings while rolling your eyes at him, pretending to be annoyed.

He puts a hand dramatically over his heart and feigns sadness.

"How could you hurt a kind boy's feelings so easily darling, do you not have any feelings?"

You sarcastically smile at him and stick your middle finger up.

"Just pass me the jersey."

He pulls off his jersey and reaches out his hand to you. Your jaw drops as you stare at him. Topless. "Didn't expect that sweetheart? Well close your jaw its nothing special." He stepped forward and using the tip of his fingers, pushed your jaw back up gently.

"Um..t-turn around." you stutter awkwardly, surprise evident on your face.

"Whatttt- that's not fair now is it? You get to see me topless and I don't?" bbf/n tsks and pouts, leaning back on his arms on the kitchen counter.

Faking your irritation , you grab the jersey from his hand and push him up and around as harshly as you could. Facing the other side just in case he turns around as you start changing quickly.

" Done." you tell him, holding the scrunched-up wet jersey in one hand. He turns around and stares at you in his jersey, eyes darker than it was before.

"Run off now."

"So rude. Not even a thank you?" bbf/n moves over to you, caging you in between the kitchen island. "Who taught you your manners sweetheart?" He inches forward, staring at you intensely while he tilts his head to his side, his breath mingling with yours as your breath hitches. 

"What are you doi-" you look up to see him staring at your lips with a gaze that you can't seem to look away from.

"HEY Y/N WHERE AR- bbf/n? HEY WATCHU DOING TO HER? GET THE F*** OFF" b/n swoops in and saves the you. You quickly slide under bbf/n arm, letting out a breath you didn't know you had been holding and escape, running to the living room. Before you could get out of sight, b/n shouted something.

"HOLD-UP Y/N WHO THE F**** JERSEY YOU WEARING EY? THAT'S NOT MY NUMBER AND NAME."

Shit

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