Druken Mistakes ? 𝜗ৎ
one shot ᢉ𐭩
Couple: juice ortiz x fem!oc!tig’s daughter (meadow trager) .✦ ݁˖
Time & place: season one, juice’s dorm.
Warnings: suggestive content, making out/kissing, mild sexual tension.
Tropes: first hookup, fliry banter, playful teasing, tattoo reveal.
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₊˚⊹♡ story: stranded
by: tragersangel (published)
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Meadow sank back into the mattress, the sheets cool beneath her arms as she looked up at him.
He was hovering over her now, one hand braced beside her shoulder, the other planted near her hip as he slowly moved forward on the bed. The movement made the mattress dip, his weight settling above her as he got closer to her face.
For someone who earlier on was carrying himself with effortless confidence, whispering in her ear, toying with the waistband of her jeans, he suddenly looked… unsure. Like he didn’t quite know what to do next.
Meadow noticed.
Her lips curved faintly. “You’re thinking way too hard,” she murmured.
His eyes flicked down to her’s. “Am not.”
“You are.”
“I’m just-” he shifted his weight slightly, knee sliding between her legs as he leaned closer, “Making sure you’re comfortable.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Uh huh.”
His mouth twitched in irritation, but he didn’t move away if anything he got closer, his chest hovering inches above hers.
“Don’t start,” he warned.
“I’m not starting anything.” She replied, clutching the sides of his shirt in her hands.
“You’re smirking.”
“Because you’re nervous.” She slowly began to edge his shirt up.
“I’m not nervous,” he insisted, though the way he glanced away immediately betrayed him.
Meadow let her head sink deeper in the pillow, watching him. As she finally pulled his shirt over his head. He was close enough now that she could see the faint tension in his shoulders, the way his breathing had gotten slightly heavier.
Her eyes drifted lower, across his chest. And then they stopped.
She blinked. “Wait.”
He groaned, smiling sheepishly at her. “What?”
Her hand lifted slightly from the bed, hovering in the space between them as she stared.
“Is that-”
He followed her gaze, already knowing what she was looking at.
His eyes squeezed shut for half a second. “Yeah…”
Meadow pushed lightly at his shoulder so she could sit up a little more, getting a clearer look at the tattoo across his pec.
There was no mistaking it.
Meadow. Her name, right there. Big.
She stared stunned in silence. Then slowly looked back up at him.
“That’s my name.”
“Yes.”
“You have my name tattooed on you.”
“Yes,” he repeated, clearly wishing the conversation would end immediately.
She looked back at the tattoo again. “Why?”
He dragged a hand down his face. “In my defense,” he muttered, “I was extremely drunk.”
She burst out laughing. “Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with you.. When? I’ve only been here for five months.”
“Two weeks after I met you.” He replied reluctantly.
She let out another disbelieving laugh. “Two weeks?”
“Again,” he said, pointing a finger at her like that would somehow prove his point, “very drunk.”
Her fingers lifted without thinking, brushing lightly across the ink.
His breath caught slightly at the contact.
The tattoo itself was actually… nice.
The lettering was elegant, curved in a way that fit perfectly with the rest of him. It wasn’t sloppy or rushed. It looked intentional, which somehow made it even more insane.
“You’re actually crazy,” she said.
“Yeah,” he sighed
“But,” she admitted slowly, tilting her head as she studied it again, “it’s also kind of hot.”
He blinked down at her. “What?”
She giggled, settling deeper in the bed. “Mhm.”
He groaned cupping her face as he kissed her roughly, “you’re hot.”
She nodded into the kiss. “I am.”
“Oh you agree, do you?”
“Obviously.” She teased. “Don’t go getting anymore tattoos for me though,”
“I won’t, not yet… anyway.”
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