sunday walk of shame [r.h. x reader pt.1]

warnings: cussing, mentions of sex, awkward stuff lol

you woke up in a strangers bed with a stranger next to you. he has auburn hair and a strong jawline, but that’s all you could recognize as his lower half was all under the sheets. you sat up in only your bra and panties, no recollection of last night. the man next to you stirs in his sleep. you shake him softly, “hey... erm, dude?”

he opens his eyes a little and laughs, “did you just call me dude?” he sits up, the blanket falling and showing his chest and back as he yawns.

“um yeah,” you say nervously, scratching the back of your neck. “um i actually really have to go, so uh talk later yeah?” you get off the bed.

“my numbers in your phone, the names albert. i assume you don’t remember any more than i do from last night?”

“yeah not really,” you say, reaching for your dress that was on the floor. “i’m sure it was great though on account of those scratches,” you motion to his back. angry red lines stretched down the expanse of his skin. he laughs softly and grabs some advil from his bedside drawer, downing them without any water.

“hardcore,” you mention.

“yeah that’s me,” he shrugs.

you slide into your gold party dress and wave as you leave the room. he nods back and opens his phone as you walk out.

on your way to the door you pass a full length mirror and take in your reflection. you hair was messy, mascara was smudged around your eyes, your dress was tight and not even zipped up all the way. but you couldn’t care less. you google mapped where you were and learned that you were only two blocks away from your apartment complex. you could just walk, it’s new york, everyone here looks messy so who cares if you go out clearly looking like you just had a one night stand?

as you open the door to albert’s apartment, another boy came out exactly 3 doors down. he too looked like a one night stand mess. his blonde curls were tangled, his neck was covered in fresh markings, and his belt wasn’t even buckled.

you both make eye contact and just stare at each other for an awkward amount of time. you shake you head and start walking towards the elevator. he follows. you’re both silent as he presses the main floor button. suddenly he says, “uh, hi.”

you give him a confused glance, “um hello?”

“seems we’re both in the same boat. making our sunday walk of shame home eh?” he shoots you a dazzling smile and you’re genuinely surprised to find yourself smiling back.

“yeah totally. i was super fucked up last night.”

“yeah same. i left before the girl even woke up. super awkward.”

“i woke my guy up to tell him i was leaving, called him dude.”

“you called him dude after a one night stand? pretty ballsy of ya miss...?”

“(y/Ln), (y/n) (y/Ln).”

“anthony, anthony higgins. i go by race though.”

“oh that’s a cool nickname, how’d ya get it?”

“fastest on the track team in middle school, kinda stuck i guess.”

“hmm. nice.”

the elevator doors opened. you both walk out.

“well, (y/n), it’s been a pleasure, but ya boy gots ta run. see ya around?”

“totally. hope we can have many more walks of shame together.”

he laughs and you both walk out the front door...

then you both walk in the same direction.

“yikes. this is awkward,” you mention.

“yeah, totally.” he agrees.

you both make the same turn, then again, and then you both stop at the same apartment building.

“okay noway,” he says, “there is no fucking way we live in the same building.”

“2nd floor?”

“fuck off. i don’t believe you.”

“no seriously. number 27.”

“i literally don’t believe you im number 28.”

you scoff, “wow. how long have you been here?”

“about a month, and not once have you brought me a welcoming cake. just saying. but i can hear you singing all the time.”

“ok well first off, i hate interacting with people so that’s why you didn’t get a cake. and secondly don’t listen to me sing that’s embarrassing.”

“oh shut up. you sound good,” you both walk up the stairs as the chatter continues.

“yeah whatever. pretty sure i can hear you screaming at your tv all the time.”

“yes because jim and pam didn’t need to NOT date until season 3. its ridiculous.”

“i agree! they had so much love in season 1 and season 2. truly a disgrace.”

“oh definitely,” you reach your apartments and say your farewells as you both go into your house. you close your door and slowly slide down against it to the floor. you bite your lip and smile. the boy with the bright blue eyes has already had some type of effect on you.

after sitting and smiling for a moment you go into your kitchen and yell through the wall to apartment 28, “hey race?”

after a moment he yells back, “yeah?”

“you want me to make you a welcoming cake?”

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hiya it’s ya gal jazz!! super pumped about this lil’ series i think it’s super cute ahh. i got this idea and work and literally wrote it down on a notepad lol it was great.

also dedicating this whole ass series to @well-the-kids-do-too because she always hypes up my fics and tells me that she believes i can finish them lol love u