DEH & BMC x Reader

A Mistake (Rich x Reader)

'Why did I just do that?' You ask yourself for the tenth time. You were laying in a dark room, the moon and star light were peaking through the curtains casting shadows across the wrinkled covers.

You were in a strangers bed with a killer hangover and a sleeping guy next to you. His bare chest was visible and his black hair covered his eyes.

Your (S/C) shoulders were shown, p you clenched the blanket onto the rest of your body and looked up at the ceiling. It was currently 4 o'clock in the morning and you were baring yourself for the walk of shame.

As you finally took a deep breath and sat up, your sex hair was a mess and you desperately wanted to tame it but you knew you had to hurry. Grabbing your clothes you went into the bathroom attached to the bedroom and quickly got dressed in last nights outfit. It now looked disheveled and wrinkled on your frame.

As you stepped out and turned your head to see your reflection you glared at yourself. Bloodshot eyes, purple hickeys, insane hair, and ratty clothes. "What were you thinking, (Y/N)?" You whisper to yourself.

As you walked back into the bedroom, you remember the guy's name; Jason Dean. You give one sad smile before walking out of the room. Making your way down the hallway, you come to the front door, open it slowly and step out into the crisp air.

The moonlight lit the sidewalk and houses. Your apartment was just a couple blocks away so decided to walk. (Don't worry, you're not in heels)

It would be a lie to say you didn't have a nice time with the stranger but you knew not to peruse a one night stand. Nearing your apartment, you see someone sitting on stairs of the neighboring building with their head in their hands.

It was a guy with blondish-brownish hair with a red streak through the middle. He was wearing a royal blue button up and black pants but hey were disheveled like yours too.

As you neared closer, he looks up and catches your gaze and damn, he was hot.

"I'm sorry," you say as you look away.

He opens his mouth a bit and shakes his head, licking his lips quickly he stutters out, "N-No, i-i-it's no problem."

"Huh?"

He laughs a little, "Sorry, I'm kinda drunk."

You couldn't help but smile tiredly. "Same."

As your turn to open the door, and begin to mutter a 'have a good night' before you hear the guy say something.

"You have a little something, uh," he points the side of his neck, "right there."

You reach your hand up to the side of your neck and feel a hickey. You look down at the ground embarrassed and mumble a "Yeah."

He stands up and shoves his hands in his pockets before stumbling down the concrete steps. He comes over to you and takes one hand out of his left pocket. Since you were on the top step and he stopped a couple steps below you he had the reach up a bit.

As you get a better look at him you can see that he has a hickey and lipstick marks on his neck too. As he holds his hand out to you, he clears his throat, "I'm Rich. Rich Goranski."

You give a smile that shows a little bit of your teeth and shake his hand tenderly. "(Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N). And it seems that we're in the same predicament."

Rich gives you a confused look before realizing what you meant. "If you mean doing the walk of shame on an early Sunday morning then I agree."

You nod and then realize that Rich was still holding your hand. His hands were somewhat rough and cold, while to him your hands were soft and warm. He didn't want to let go.

You pull your hand back and smirk. "Who was the lucky lady? Or guy."

He looks a little taken aback by your question before answering, "Honestly, I don't know; some chick named Peggy I think. My head is still pretty fuzzy."

You giggle quietly and his face lights up. "How about you?" He asks.

"Some guy... Jason, I remember that much."

His smile is so beautiful. "Well, I bet he's going to feel quiet shad, sorry, sad when he finds the gorgeous girl he brought home gone."

"Uh oh," you say playfully. "You're a flirt. You've just finished up a session and now you're looking for a new one."

He smirks back. "On the contrary, (Y/N). I don't want to sleep with you."

You quirk up an eyebrow and he chuckles before continuing his line.

"I want to get to know you."

"Why?"

"Because you..." He straighten up a bit, "you're different. You're funny. Easy to be around."

You laugh and he once again smiles wider. He clicks his tongue and adds cooly, "I guess you could say you're pretty chill. Plus, you're super hot so that's a pretty good bonus."

You grin, "Thanks. You don't seem that bad yourself."

Rich walks up a couple steps so now you are both eye level and insists something that causes your stomach to flip.

"Go on a date with me."

As he stares into your (E/C) eyes you suddenly whispers, "Ask me after you're sober."

His eyes widen but he quickly regains his confidence. You had opened the door and were about to close it when Rich yells, "I'll be back, (Y/N (L/N)!"

You roll your eyes and close the door. Making your way up the stairs, you dragged your feet. When you finally got into your apartment you plopped down onto your bed.

You had always told yourself not to peruse a one night stand but this time it wasn't just your own. As you drifted into a slumber you remember Rich's last words to you. He stated that he would be back.

And the next day he was.
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