A series of fortunate events.
Ander x Reader
Request by @diorrfairy : hi! i was wondering if u could an imagine on ander × reader in which y/n is a rich student at las encinas, they both like each other even if none of the two knows it. one day they got paired up for a school project together, so they decide doing it at her house. after finishing it they somehow manage to get tipsy/drunk and start teasing and flirting with each other until they end up making out in her pool. but then her parents suddenly arrive and discover them having a hot makeout sess. thankss
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“Okay, so for the final section of this unit, your project is going to be in pairs,” The professor explains, “I’ve already chosen your pairs to avoid you doing what you normally do.”
You sit back in your chair and tap your pen against the table, hoping to get paired with someone like Samuel or Nadia who were likely to do all of the work without you having to do much.
“(Y/n),” The teacher calls out, “You’ll be working with Ander.”
You’re certain your heart pauses for a second at the sound of his name. Ander. The boy you’d been silently pining over for months now. You’d known him since you’d first started Las Encinas and had always just run in the same friendship circles - never being the closest of friends but always knowing each other by association.
He leans back in his chair so that he could turn to speak to you from where you sat behind him, “Does this mean we actually have to do work?”
You look at him and scoff a little, “Or get away with doing the bare minimum.”
“I like the sound of that,” He shoots you a wink before turning back to the front of class and slumping back down a little in his chair.
- - - - - -
You’re just heading to walk out of the class when you hear him calling your name.
“Hey,” He catches up with you, “Should we try getting a start on this project this period? I’m free, we could go to the library.”
You adjust your grip on your books, feeling a little weak with him talking so directly to you, “Yeah, sure. Did you manage to listen to what we have to do?”
He chuckles, “We all got given a book from A series of unfortunate events. I didn’t even know how many there were. But we got-“ Ander pauses and checks his notebook, “The Carniverous Carnival.”
You laugh, “That sounds like an interesting one, were we supposed to have read this already?”
“You’re as lost as I am,” He smirks, “Maybe we should get started then.”
You both walk to the library and take out a copy of the novel to start attempting to understand the story at least.
“Holy shit! This is dark!” Ander exclaims, instantly met with glares and hushes from the small group of silence in the library, “Sorry.” He mumbles bashfully.
“I’m up to the bit where he’s said about the lions, I don’t think I want to read any further,” You joke, closing the book, “So what do we actually have to do?”
“Never join a carnival,” He scoffs and you giggle a little too much at his response.
He looks up at you and can’t help the smile that dances over his lips. How had he struck to lucky to be put with you for this project? Would it finally be his chance to shoot his shot? Fuck no. That shit actually took courage and Ander seemed to lose all of his when he was around you.
“Okay, this is hopeless,” You sigh, being warned by another few glares from the people around you, “My parents are out tonight, do you want to come round and we can try to do a bit more there?”
He gulps down the fear that stopped him from responding, “Yeah, yeah, definitely.”
“I’ll see you later, Ander.”
- - - - - -
At six, Ander comes walking up the grand driveway past the gates in front of your house - perfectly on time.
“Alright, I tried reading the book again and I still don’t get it,” Ander shrugs, “I don’t think I’ll be much help tonight.”
You laugh as you close the door behind him.
“Shit, nice house,” He comments, turning around and glancing at the modern interior, “You have a pool outside?”
“It doesn’t get used as much as it should do,” You shake your head, “Can I get you a drink?”
Yes, you had made sure the house was at least tidy for when he came round. Yes, you’d made sure there were no embarrassing pockets of your family photos anywhere in his sight. And yes, you’d made sure you looked semi-presentable for his visit.
“Yeah, yeah, thank you,” He follows you through to the kitchen.
“I’ve got wine, if you want wine,” You pull out a bottle from the fridge, “It might make this project a bit more bearable.”
“I didn’t realise I was so hard to work with,” He smirks, a look you’d learnt had the ability to practically destroy you.
“You’re the worst,” You mock, grabbing two glasses from the cabinet and pouring two large glasses of the white wine.
He thanks you and raises his glass, “To the unfortunate events.”
You laugh and both take a gulp of the drink.
“I don’t think this is how they expect school projects to go.”
Somehow, that bottle of wine is finished with ease as you find yourself opening and almost finishing another. It was the kind of drink that went straight to your head and it was clear that Ander was no different.
“Okay, okay,” He laughs, stumbling a little as he stands in front of you, “Craziest place you’ve had sex?”
You pause for a moment and let out a hiccup, “Probably the hood of a parked car.”
“What?!” Ander exclaims, “Who knew you could be so wild?”
You laugh and stand up to keep up with his energy.
“Have you ever done it in the pool?” He waves his glass over to the swimming pool outside.
“I told you we don’t use that pool enough,” You roll your eyes.
He grins and sets both of your glasses down on the table, grabbing both of your hands instead, “Then what are we waiting for?”
You find yourself stumbling after him and he’s already tugging off his shirt by the time you reach the garden. It sobers you up slightly, Ander practically undressing in front of you. And it has the same effect for him when you’re matching his actions, before the two of you jump into the pool.
“Fuck, it’s cold!” He hisses, keeping himself afloat in the bitter water.
The two of you stay like that for a while, watching the sunset above your house as the light dims and you’re left awaiting a blanket of stars instead. It must be a mix of the time passed and the cold liquid shocking your system because you find that fuzziness in your brain starting to clear more and more.
“I was so glad when they put us on this project together,” Ander comments out of the blue, “I don’t think we’ve ever spent any time together where it’s just the two of us.”
You smile and turn your head a little to glance in his direction, “Me too. Although I did sort of hope I’d get Nadia so she could understand what we’re doing.”
He laughs and kicks against the water so that he now looks like he’s sitting underneath, his neck and head just above the surface, “I haven’t been much help.”
“It’s been... an experience,” You smirk, “I wouldn’t change it.”
He shakes his head with a chuckle and moves a little closer to you, “If I had the guts I would’ve told you that I liked you a long time ago.”
You swallow the lump in your throat and suddenly realise how magnified all of his features seemed to be when they were so close to you.
“So, have you ever kissed anyone in this pool?” He cocks a brow.
You bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling too much, “You’d be the first.”
With that provoking a slight newfound confidence, his head dips to meet yours and his lips brush just slightly until they feel yours kissing back. Once he feels that, it’s like a switch flicks in his brain. It’s everything he’d been waiting for for months now. And you could say the same. He grabs your thighs and hoists your legs around his waist, walking you backwards until your back is against the tiled wall of the swimming pool. It’s intense and rushed and neither of you are quite certain of how to keep your balance in the water. But all of that melts away because this was Ander. And it’s the most passionate kiss you’d ever had.
“Fuck,” He mutters, moving one hand up to your hair as the other presses to the small of your back as though he was trying to create as little space as possible between you.
You’re so engrossed in each other that you almost miss the sound of keys turning in the door and your parents arriving home.
Your eyes bolt open quickly and Ander does the same.
“Shit,” You both exclaim with wide eyes.
He scrambles to get out of the pool and pulls you up out of the water too. Just as your parents come walking through the back door.
Their eyes widen as they look between the two of you.
“Is this what you class as studying?” Your Dad questions, “Who is this?”
Ander goes to reach out a hand to shake your Dads, “Ander.”
Your Dad looks at him in disgust, “Sort yourselves out and either continue with your project, or get off my property.”
Ander looks at you bashfully until your parents are out of sight and he turns to you with a smirk, “Well... that was interesting.”
You laugh a little, “Sorry about him. He’s a bit intense.”
He shakes a hand through his wet curls and lets the water fall across his face, “You’re full of surprises (Y/n).”