Ivory

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Me:19 ,tkn ,loves pink ,she/her ,enjoy!

I write: fluff and angst

REQUESTS: OPEN

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Request guidelines:

- I write mainly (male character x fem reader)

-No weird stuff pls -_-

-My fav fandoms are:

     -OBX

     -Rodrick Heffley

     -Avengers

     -Twilight

     -Superman

     -Supernatural

     -TSITP

     - & much more

More about me: I love thrifting, horror movies,sleeping, reading mysteries&thrillers,bookshops,and ofc a good latte

[ivory-dollface199]

Cuddles & Sunshine ☀️❤️

Nerdy bestie Rafe x gamer reader

(wc:1,080)

FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF

“I’m never passing this stupid class!”I groaned in defeat while looking at the big fat forty on my test. “If you weren’t playing Subnautica all night you might’ve passed,dummy.”, Rafe stood in front of me with that same old smug smile while holding up his own graded paper with the usual 100 at the top. I rolled my eyes and lightly smacked his shoulder as I stood up, “Let’s go get something to eat, I'm starving.” Rafe looked over my answers as we stepped outside the lecture hall. 

“This could’ve been easily avoided if you came to my study group, sunshine.”, the cool air hit my face as I pulled up my scarf up to my face to keep me warm. “I didn’t even see your text till 4 o clock this morning…after I finished my game.”, Rafe folded my paper and stuffed it in his pocket trying to warm his hands. “Let’s go and warm up with some coffee, the campus’s cafe has your favorite muffins so let’s celebrate your A and sulk in my bad grades,eh?.”I said tilting my head looking up at Rafe’s face. His cheeks and nose were a rosy red tint from the cold as he adjusted his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. His lips were pursed in thought, “Well, I don’t see why not but we’re gonna have to get it to go. I have some studying to do for my statistics class.”, the campus cafe was busy as always, students tapping essays on their computers, jazz playing slowly in the background and the occasional laugh from a club meetup filled the air. “ I pulled down my scarf as I stepped up to the counter. “Welcome to Student Cafe, what can I getcha?”, the barista asked in a fake cheery voice, “Can I get two hot chocolates and two brown sugar muffins?”The barista nodded as she typed up the order, “You want those muffins to be plain or with our ‘homemade’ cheese danish?”I looked up at Rafe who shrugged. “One of each, if that’s not too much trouble.”  the barista nodded, tapping up my total. I was reaching for my wallet when I heard a  ding.  Rafe had his black amex card against the card reader, both the barista and I looked in shock. Me because I planned on paying and her because he had a black amex card as a college student, I huffed looking annoyed, “I was gonna pay, it would’ve been my treat.”, Rafe shook his head as sat down in one of the barstool to watch as the baristas made our coffee in speedy precision. “You know I don’t like owing anyone. Not even my best friend.”, I sighed resting my arms against the cool granite counter breathing in the scent of coffee beans and sugary treats. “Here’s your order.”, a barista handed me our order before going back to work. Rafe and I walked along the paved path to his dorm building as I talked about the new mod on my minecraft game. “So, all the baby animals are even babier?”Rafe asked, confused as I showed him a picture I took of my monitor with a pixelated baby wolf staring back at Rafe. 

Rafe had a private suite and everything was as organized and neat as ever. “Take your boots off and set them on the shoe rack.”, Rafe pointed to the rack next to his door filled with a range of men’s shoes. I placed my boots onto the rack and placed by the back next to it. “Make yourself at home, i’ll be in my room studying.”, Rafe took off his jacket laying it on the back of his couch  before heading into his room, I placed the drinks and food on the kitchen counter of his fully furnished kitchen and washing my hands and taking off my coat and scarf. I grabbed a muffin and drink and headed into Rafe’s room to find him already typing on his computer, “You're gonna need a new prescription with how close you are to that computer.”, I said as I placed the cup and muffin on  the desk, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders. “You smell good.”, I said, smelling his scent. Rafe chuckled, turning around to look up at me glaring at me through his clear lens with a smirk, “I can’t have you here if you're gonna distract me, sunshine.”, I felt my face turn hot at Rafe’s charm. I slowly pulled off his glasses and he didn’t look half bad, “Well, you can’t study if you don’t have your glasses.”, I say with a smile putting the glasses on my own face  Rafe wrapped his arms around my waist snuggling his face into my stomach, “Fine, you win.”, he mumbled standing up and pushing me against the bed hovering over me making the chain I got him for his birthday dangle in my face. 

Rafe and I sat in silence for a moment, both waiting for the other to make a move. I slowly reached for his face pulling him closer and kissing his slightly chapped lips and breathing in his cologne. Rafe flipped me onto his lap and grabbed my hips as he deepened the kiss trailing down to my neck and leaving light nips and kisses in his path. “Rafe, stop, you'll leave a mark.”, Rafe shook his head, continuing to leave kisses across my collarbone. “So? Maybe that’ll keep some douche away.”, I laughed. “Like you?”Rafe rolled his eyes.

As the evening came, the cups of hot cocoa laid cold and untouched and the muffins still warm in the bag as Rafe and I laid in his bed snuggling and watching my favorite youtuber live stream a game off Rafe’ tv. “You think Sarah will notice you're gone?”Rafe asked before laying a kiss on my forehead. I shook my head, “She’s probably out with John B doing God knows what.”, Rafe scoffed at the thought as he tightened his grip around my body. “You should come over more often, maybe my smartness will rub off on you.”, I giggled, “I’ll come over if you get a PS5 for me to use. You literally have nothing to do here besides sleep,eat,and study.”, Rafe looked confused. “You're right. It’s almost like I'm in college.”, I scoffed, pushing his glasses down his face in annoyance.

[ivory-dollface199]

Cuddles & Sunshine ☀️❤️

Nerdy bestie Rafe x gamer reader

(wc:1,080)

FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF

“I’m never passing this stupid class!”I groaned in defeat while looking at the big fat forty on my test. “If you weren’t playing Subnautica all night you might’ve passed,dummy.”, Rafe stood in front of me with that same old smug smile while holding up his own graded paper with the usual 100 at the top. I rolled my eyes and lightly smacked his shoulder as I stood up, “Let’s go get something to eat, I'm starving.” Rafe looked over my answers as we stepped outside the lecture hall. 

“This could’ve been easily avoided if you came to my study group, sunshine.”, the cool air hit my face as I pulled up my scarf up to my face to keep me warm. “I didn’t even see your text till 4 o clock this morning…after I finished my game.”, Rafe folded my paper and stuffed it in his pocket trying to warm his hands. “Let’s go and warm up with some coffee, the campus’s cafe has your favorite muffins so let’s celebrate your A and sulk in my bad grades,eh?.”I said tilting my head looking up at Rafe’s face. His cheeks and nose were a rosy red tint from the cold as he adjusted his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. His lips were pursed in thought, “Well, I don’t see why not but we’re gonna have to get it to go. I have some studying to do for my statistics class.”, the campus cafe was busy as always, students tapping essays on their computers, jazz playing slowly in the background and the occasional laugh from a club meetup filled the air. “ I pulled down my scarf as I stepped up to the counter. “Welcome to Student Cafe, what can I getcha?”, the barista asked in a fake cheery voice, “Can I get two hot chocolates and two brown sugar muffins?”The barista nodded as she typed up the order, “You want those muffins to be plain or with our ‘homemade’ cheese danish?”I looked up at Rafe who shrugged. “One of each, if that’s not too much trouble.”  the barista nodded, tapping up my total. I was reaching for my wallet when I heard a  ding.  Rafe had his black amex card against the card reader, both the barista and I looked in shock. Me because I planned on paying and her because he had a black amex card as a college student, I huffed looking annoyed, “I was gonna pay, it would’ve been my treat.”, Rafe shook his head as sat down in one of the barstool to watch as the baristas made our coffee in speedy precision. “You know I don’t like owing anyone. Not even my best friend.”, I sighed resting my arms against the cool granite counter breathing in the scent of coffee beans and sugary treats. “Here’s your order.”, a barista handed me our order before going back to work. Rafe and I walked along the paved path to his dorm building as I talked about the new mod on my minecraft game. “So, all the baby animals are even babier?”Rafe asked, confused as I showed him a picture I took of my monitor with a pixelated baby wolf staring back at Rafe. 

Rafe had a private suite and everything was as organized and neat as ever. “Take your boots off and set them on the shoe rack.”, Rafe pointed to the rack next to his door filled with a range of men’s shoes. I placed my boots onto the rack and placed by the back next to it. “Make yourself at home, i’ll be in my room studying.”, Rafe took off his jacket laying it on the back of his couch  before heading into his room, I placed the drinks and food on the kitchen counter of his fully furnished kitchen and washing my hands and taking off my coat and scarf. I grabbed a muffin and drink and headed into Rafe’s room to find him already typing on his computer, “You're gonna need a new prescription with how close you are to that computer.”, I said as I placed the cup and muffin on  the desk, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders. “You smell good.”, I said, smelling his scent. Rafe chuckled, turning around to look up at me glaring at me through his clear lens with a smirk, “I can’t have you here if you're gonna distract me, sunshine.”, I felt my face turn hot at Rafe’s charm. I slowly pulled off his glasses and he didn’t look half bad, “Well, you can’t study if you don’t have your glasses.”, I say with a smile putting the glasses on my own face  Rafe wrapped his arms around my waist snuggling his face into my stomach, “Fine, you win.”, he mumbled standing up and pushing me against the bed hovering over me making the chain I got him for his birthday dangle in my face. 

Rafe and I sat in silence for a moment, both waiting for the other to make a move. I slowly reached for his face pulling him closer and kissing his slightly chapped lips and breathing in his cologne. Rafe flipped me onto his lap and grabbed my hips as he deepened the kiss trailing down to my neck and leaving light nips and kisses in his path. “Rafe, stop, you'll leave a mark.”, Rafe shook his head, continuing to leave kisses across my collarbone. “So? Maybe that’ll keep some douche away.”, I laughed. “Like you?”Rafe rolled his eyes.

As the evening came, the cups of hot cocoa laid cold and untouched and the muffins still warm in the bag as Rafe and I laid in his bed snuggling and watching my favorite youtuber live stream a game off Rafe’ tv. “You think Sarah will notice you're gone?”Rafe asked before laying a kiss on my forehead. I shook my head, “She’s probably out with John B doing God knows what.”, Rafe scoffed at the thought as he tightened his grip around my body. “You should come over more often, maybe my smartness will rub off on you.”, I giggled, “I’ll come over if you get a PS5 for me to use. You literally have nothing to do here besides sleep,eat,and study.”, Rafe looked confused. “You're right. It’s almost like I'm in college.”, I scoffed, pushing his glasses down his face in annoyance.

[ivory-dollface199]

Current works

“I’m just a (college) dirtbag,baby” (College Rodrick intro)

Cuddles & Sunshine (nerdy bestfriend rafe x gamer reader)

[draculiette]

rodrick heffley and his plastic girlfriend !

bf!rodrick who swore he'd never in a million years fall for one of the plastics. if you asked him who he fancied last year, he'd shrug and say, "dunno.. someone who'd wanna tour with the band. oh, and they can't wear pink. löded diper policy."

bf!rodrick who'd see you strutting down the hall, heels clicking as you transformed the linoleum floors into a runway. he'd sneer from his locker and chuck a spitball at you, muttering a snarky, "chicks dig bad boys!" to his bandmates.

bf!rodrick who asked you to be his girlfriend on prom night. he stood outside your house in formal clothes (in his definition, formal means anything that isn't pajamas) holding up a handmade sign that said, "you löded my diper when no one else would. will you let me be your böyfriend?" in sharpie. you scoffed at the sight, because did he seriously think he'd have the chance with you? get real.

bf!rodrick who thought he'd blown it big time seeing your initial reaction. he switched off the speakers, turned around and was ready to chuck the sign into the back of his van. you waltzed over to him, whispering a sarcastic, "as if" before grabbing his face and pulling him into a long kiss. "i'll be your girlfriend if you promise not to be a jerk."

bf!rodrick who treats you like an absolute goddess. he'll drive you around, blowing off his bandmates during practice saying he needs, 'girlfriend time'. he's actually started cleaning out his van regularly now to accommodate you.. and also because he's learnt a new concept called hi-jean or something. whatever, there's too many letters.

bf!rodrick who's grown used to the inevitable bling you've brought into his life. your stuff is cluttered around his room, juicy couture taking over his closet and adding a burst of glitter into his monochrome life. at his house parties, he'll have you attached at the hip the entire time because he likes showing you off ♡

bf!rodrick who will write corny love songs for you even if you make fun of him. he gets most of his songwriting inspiration from your relationship. his first album titled, "löve is an open dore" featured your voice in the background for an artistic touch, he said. if he really can't get out of practice, he'll let you sit on his lap and try his best not to bang your head with a drumstick.

bf!rodrick who lets you do his makeup before going on stage. he'll giggle as you pat down a generous amount of foundation on his cheeks, saying, "mom's gonna kill me.." as he passes you a stick of cream eyeliner. "she likes me, don't worry," you smile, placing a chaste kiss on his face and staining his cheek with bright red lip gloss.

bf!rodrick who's parents have become incredibly fond of you. they'll invite you to family dinners, on christmas, easter, you name it. greg considers you part of the family now. they'll often joke and say, "we don't know what he'd do without you!" but there's a hint of sincerity in their words. they've never seen rodrick so happy.. and clean.

bf!rodrick who still wonders how he pulled you. one of the plastics dating a lanky drummer boy certainly wasn't on anyones bingo card this year, but here's the 4-1-1.. you and rodrick make such an oddly compatible couple that everyone else can only dream of a relationship like yours.

a/n "i'm not gonna write for any more fandoms" also me:

© draculiette ✧ do not copy, modify or repost any of my work.

[fear-is-truth]

okay but imagine this . . .

you get hired to babysit manny for the night—just manny, susan assures you—but as soon as you walk through the door, it’s clear you’ve inherited all three heffley boys.

greg follows you like around like a puppy. he talks nonstop about how middle school is full of “morons” and how people say he’s “wise beyond his years” (no one has ever said that). he keeps trying to bring up high school drama he barely understands.

rodrick clearly didn’t know you were coming, because when he sees you, he immediately vanishes upstairs. a few minutes later, he reappears—wearing heavy eyeliner and smelling like half a can of axe. (“oh, didn’t know you were here tonight,”) he orders pizza, leans over the back of the couch and tries to impress you by talking about his band.

manny is barely a factor. (greg handed over a sleeve of oreos and let him play with his gameboy in exchange)

when susan and frank finally get home, the house is unusually quiet and suspiciously tidy. manny’s tucked in bed, and greg is wiping down the counter. rodrick, of all things, is vacuuming the living room. frank stands in the doorway, eyeing his sons like he’s trying to figure out if they’ve been replaced by aliens.

susan thanks you with a smile, handing you your payment, and the boys? they’re already hatching a plan to make sure you come back next week.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

#She Got Her Birthday Wish 😭😭😭

[harryspet]

𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 (𝟏) g.graham

pairing: Dark!Garrett Graham x Reader

synopsis: You're way too trusting for your own good. Garrett realizes quickly that he has to step in to make sure you're not taken advantage of. And if he ends up getting you in the process, well, that's just a bonus.

warnings: soft!dark!garrett, possessiveness, overprotectiveness, controlling relationship dynamic, innocent reader, future smut

word count: 3.4k

Garrett Graham had no intentions of stalking you.

It kind of just happened, given how impossible it was for him to take his eyes off you.

He didn't recognize you as one of Briar U's infamous puck bunnies, mainly because there wasn't a group of sophomore hockey players surrounding you. You stood near the fridge in the hockey house kitchen, nursing a red Solo cup, a cute pink purse tucked under your arm and held close to your side. The way your wide eyes wandered around the room gave him the impression that you were a little out of your depth.

If he were anything like Dean, he would've approached you already and figured out your deal.

Why did you smile politely when partygoers pushed past you?

He watched as a dude fully grabbed your hip. Your body jolted at his touch, and he could read your lips as the word sorry left them.

Sorry.

To the guy who'd touched you.

Your eyes lit up when a tall redheaded girl in an impossibly short black dress approached you. She stood in stark contrast to your mom jeans and light pink tube top.

Your friend, Garrett assumed.

She leaned down to whisper something into your ear. Your face fell for only a moment before you nodded.

He was almost sure your response was:

"Okay, that's fine."

He understood your disappointment moments later when Dean made his appearance, shirtless and drunk off his ass. He swept up your redheaded friend and started carrying her toward the back hallway.

Garrett had no excuse for not approaching you now.

If you were waiting for your friend to finish hooking up with Dean, you'd be waiting a long while.

Garrett took a swig from the one beer he was allowing himself on a night before a game.

Unfortunately, someone else had the same idea.

He recognized the guy immediately. Tall. Lanky. One of Beau's fraternity brothers. A senior on the swim team.

Mark.

Or Mateo.

Probably not Michael.

Whatever his name was, he wanted to fuck you.

Curious, Garrett decided to keep his distance. He watched from across the room as he approached the speaker blasting '80s rock music. He grabbed Logan's phone from the table and changed the song, all while keeping one eye on you.

It was almost offensive how forward the guy was being.

He had a hand on your shoulder, and he was standing so close that you were forced to tilt your head back to look at him.

"Yeah... we talked upstairs. Remember?"

You politely shook your head.

"I don't think it was me."

Your voice was sweet.

Garrett could tell that much.

Wanting to hear more of the conversation, he lowered the volume of the music.

"I know I'm so fucking drunk right now, but we ran into each other outside the bathroom. I remember. You're so hot I know I'd remember you. You don't want to kiss me again?"

He grabbed your hand.

"Uhm, no, thank you. B-but... I really don't... uhm—"

The guy started pulling.

And your feet followed.

Your eyes were panicked, but your body moved anyway.

Jesus Christ.

He wasn't getting the hint.

It didn't help that you still had that polite smile on your face.

Fuck.

Were you seriously so polite that you were going to let this idiot drag you away even though you'd clearly never met him before?

Absolutely fucking not.

Garrett's feet moved before his brain really registered what he was doing.

He shoved himself between you and Swim Team Whatever-His-Name-Was and forced your hands apart.

He wasn't trying to embarrass the guy.

He shoved his shoulder just hard enough to make him stumble.

"She said no."

"What the fuck?"

Bold and clearly running on liquid courage, the guy took a step toward Garrett.

The standoff lasted all of three seconds.

Then recognition dawned.

Because Garrett Graham was standing in front of him.

"Are you dumb?" Garrett asked. "Can't you tell she doesn't want to talk to you?"

The guy gritted his teeth.

"I was just..." He looked at you. Then back at Garrett. "She's all yours, man."

And just like that, he stumbled away in search of another vulnerable girl.

Your eyes looked just as panicked when Garrett turned back toward you.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to cause a scene."

Garrett savored the chance to finally look at you up close.

Your makeup was soft. A light dusting of blush colored your cheeks. Your lips were glossy and glittered faintly under the kitchen lights.

Your hair was pulled back with a floral headband.

Worst of all, you smelled like lavender and vanilla.

Garrett stepped closer.

Shielding you from the crowd.

Blocking you in until your back met the kitchen counter.

He wasn't sure how subtle it was when he leaned closer just to breathe you in.

"I know it's your party..." you whispered.

Your voice trailed off.

You stared up at him as if he were a wolf and you were prey.

Honestly?

The comparison wasn't far off.

If Garrett had to compare you to an animal, it would be a baby deer.

Wide-eyed, nervous and completely unaware of how vulnerable you were.

"You're..."

"Garrett," he finished for you. "What's your name?"

"Y/N."

The answer came out almost too quickly.

Too trusting.

Y/N.

It bounced around inside his head while his imagination immediately started building a picture of who you were.

A picture he already suspected he'd be thinking about later tonight.

"You're not really sorry, right?" he asked. "Because that asshole was the one trying to trick you into hooking up with him."

"I don't think he was..."

Garrett stared.

You genuinely seemed to be considering it.

As if you'd only just realized the guy had been hitting on you.

"I think he was just confused."

All Garrett really knew about you was your name.

But he'd already decided you were perfect.

Seriously lacking in street smarts.

But perfect nonetheless.

His jaw ticked.

He regretted not putting the guy through the floor.

"I think he's lucky I'm a nice guy."

You completely missed the meaning behind that statement.

He could tell because you immediately replied:

"Your house is really nice too. Thank you for having me. I mean, you didn't really invite me. Dean invited my roommate, but—"

You stopped yourself.

Realizing you were rambling.

"I mean, it's a good party."

Garrett grinned.

"Thank you. Your roommate is the redhead?"

You nodded.

"She just disappeared with Dean."

"Is she your ride?"

Garrett planted a hand on either side of you.

Close enough to feel your breathing change.

Close enough to know he was overwhelming your senses.

"Yeah. I was just gonna wait for her to... you know. Get done."

"You might be waiting a while."

Your mouth parted.

Then closed.

Had that possibility genuinely not occurred to you?

"Well, that's okay." Your smile was small. "If it gets too late, I can call someone. There's this guy in my Instructional Tech class who said he'd give me a ride if I ever needed one."

Garrett's brows immediately knitted together.

"A random guy in your class?"

"He's not random. We have class together."

"Have you ever hung out with him outside of class?"

"Well, no. But he's nice. And I can't really afford an Uber all the way back to my apartment."

Another guy who wanted to fuck you.

And you had absolutely no idea.

Garrett was beginning to notice a pattern.

He was already starting to hate the idea of letting you leave this house and return to your own devices.

"Your friend kinda sucks for bringing you here and then abandoning you."

The words came out before he could stop them.

Instantly, he regretted it.

Your face fell.

"I-I wanted to come."

"You like parties?"

"I like parties."

You practically struggled to force the words out.

A terrible lie.

Your discomfort was written all over your face.

"And she's a good friend."

"Hmm."

Garrett pushed away from the counter, finally giving you room to breathe.

"There's a good chance they're going to fuck all night, Y/N. If you want to crash here, there's a spare bedroom. If not, I can drive you home. I've only had one beer."

"You don't have to do that, Garrett. It's so out of the way. I'll find a ride."

Say my name again.

Please.

"You're adorable, you know that?"

You smiled immediately.

Embarrassed.

"Are you making fun of me?"

"Never," Garrett replied sincerely. "Let me drive you home."

Because an adorable little bunny like you wasn't getting into a car with some random loser from class.

"I..."

You pressed your lips together under the weight of his stare.

Had you ever told anyone no before?

"I should check in with my friend first—"

Garrett's hand found the small of your back.

"Sure."

He guided you toward the hallway.

"If my predictions are correct, they're probably in the laundry room."

Not a single word of protest left your mouth.

The irony of the situation dawned on him. He didn’t want someone else to take advantage of you, and yet he was practically doing the same, but Garrett was nothing like the guys who only wanted to fuck you. He actually had substance that backed up his bravado. Everyone at Briar knew that, and Garrett was watching as you came to the same revelation. Hockey captain. Six-foot-whatever. He was someone not to be fucked with. Maybe that’s why your body relaxed under his touch, and you let him lead you to the end of the downstairs hallway. 

Garrett would bet a million dollars that his best friend Dean was fucking your red-headed friend with the door wide open. He pushed you ahead of him, his other hand finding the other side of your hip, holding you as you peeked into the doorway. As if you’d seen a ghost, Garrett watches as your hands slap against your own eyes. 

Garrett couldn’t hold back the deep rumbling in his throat as he laughed. He took his own peek and found your red-headed friend bent over the running dryer as Dean pounded into her from behind. You turned around quickly, practically pressing your face into his chest, “Oh my goodness. Why did they leave the door open?”

“As you can see, your friend is occupied. Are you ready to go now, princess?” Garrett grabbed you by your chin, forcing your frightened eyes to look up at his. 

You nodded, long eyelashes batting up at him. He takes another mental picture for later. He imagined his cock down your throat, that same look of fear and wonder in your eyes. He clears his throat, pushing the lewd thought out of his mind, “Then let’s get you home.” 

Your apartment building might as well have been condemned.

It was a rude thought born from privilege, but Garrett couldn't suppress the uneasy feeling creeping up the back of his neck.

Of course you lived on the worst side of town.

During the twenty-minute drive, he'd learned how you'd ended up at Briar and, subsequently, at the hockey house.

You'd transferred in January and had been forced to find housing at the last minute.

That's how you'd met Paige, the redheaded puck bunny.

Apparently, she was renting out her couch and charging you half the rent.

“It pulls out.”

“What?”

“The couch.” You glanced over at him. “I'm not just sleeping on her couch. It pulls out and turns into a bed.”

Garrett shot you an incredulous look, taking his eyes off the road for a second.

“Where do you keep all your shit?”

“We turned the coat closet into my personal closet.” You smiled proudly. “It's actually more convenient than you'd think. And I don't have that much stuff anyway.”

You paused before adding softly,

“The important thing is that I'm here. You have no idea how long I've wanted to go to school here.”

Your eyes were bright and hopeful, standing in sharp contrast to the darkness outside the Jeep.

“And you're an education major?”

“Yeah.” You answered quickly, pleased that he'd remembered. “Elementary education.”

“That's cool.”

Garrett pulled into a parking space in front of your building and shifted the Jeep into park. The engine died and silence crept inside the vehicle. 

He tucked his keys into the pocket of his sweatpants before leaning across the center console and unclipping your seatbelt.

His face ended up a little closer to yours than necessary.

“I'll walk you up.”

“You don't have to, really.” You offered him a small smile. “This is already too much.”

Too much.

The phrase irritated him more than it should have.

Was basic kindness really that foreign to you?

“I'm a gentleman, princess. Of course I have to.”

You laughed softly.

“Paige talks all the time about how hockey players are the exact opposite of gentlemen.”

Your roommate is an idiot, princess.

“Then let me prove her wrong.”

The words came out low and certain.

Garrett realized, as he climbed out of the Jeep and rounded the front of the vehicle to open your door, that he'd never meant anything more.

“Oh, I get it now. This is the same girl from the party.”

Garrett watched as Dean dug into the huge pile of food on his plate. The dining hall was bustling at lunchtime, and the conversation his friends were having was almost loud enough to cloud his thoughts of you.

Almost.

Until Dean brought up Garrett's new favorite subject.

You.

“Maybe you can invite her friend over again tomorrow since Tuck has people coming over?”

“Who’s her friend?” Dean asked, and Garrett stared back at him, forcing his gaze to remain steady to prevent his eyes from rolling.

“The redhead? Kinda moans like a goat?”

Dean’s lips pulled into a mischievous smile.

“Ah, I see. Freaky Paige. She said her roommate was, like, a super religious virgin and then something else about her growing up in a cult. Which kinda tracks. She just stood there alone smiling at everyone the whole night.”

“What the fuck? Y/N did not. And Paige is full of shit.”

Dean chuckled.

“It doesn’t matter. Paige said that was the last time we were hooking up because she’s getting back with her boyfriend.”

Your roommate really sucks, Bunny.

“Here’s your opportunity, G,” Logan spoke up, abandoning whatever conversation he'd been having with Tucker. He jerked his head toward one of the double doors.

You walked through alone, your hair thrown up in a high ponytail and a pink backpack slung over your shoulder. Although you weren’t smiling, you looked happy, and Garrett could only assume you’d just gotten out of class.

You headed toward the salad bar.

Garrett stood immediately.

He patted Logan on the back in gratitude before making his way over to you.

Your eyes widened in surprise before quickly brightening with unmistakable joy.

You were happy to see him.

“Hey,” he said, even though there was so much more on his mind.

You almost forgot you were filling your tray.

“Hi. How are you?”

“Good.”

Amazing, actually. More like it, now that you’re here.

“What about you?”

“I’m really good. I love Mondays. No afternoon classes.”

“So you’re free the rest of the day?”

Your lips parted in surprise.

You glanced down nervously as you added more toppings to your salad. Garrett followed alongside you.

“Well, yeah. I was gonna do some homework and then... start a new book.”

Jesus.

He even found the idea of you reading alone in your apartment adorable.

“I, uh, wanted to get your number. Totally forgot to ask when I dropped you off the other night.”

“My number?”

“For chauffeuring reasons, of course. Don’t want you getting stranded and having to call Instructional Tech Guy.”

That made you giggle.

“Really?”

“Really.”

You reached the end of the salad bar and started toward the register.

Garrett grabbed the tray from your hands.

“Let me get this.”

“I-I have dining dollars, Garrett. You don’t have to—”

“Save ’em.”

He’d do any small thing he could to take care of you.

At least until he figured out how to have all of you.

Garrett could practically feel his friends’ stares as he carried your tray away and abandoned them completely.

They knew this was more than him trying to score.

Girls threw themselves at Garrett.

In all his years at Briar, he’d never had to chase one.

“Let me see your phone.”

Garrett was already reaching for it before it was halfway out of your pocket.

Your lock screen was a collage of pink aesthetic photos and an orange cat.

“You have a cat?”

“Oh, yeah. That’s Mouse. I’ve had him since middle school, but it didn’t feel right bringing him here. Taking him away from his home.”

“He’s cute,” Garrett commented as he held the phone in front of your face and unlocked it. “Hey, are you religious?”

You blinked up at him.

Up.

Because Garrett was sitting beside you and was still massive even while seated.

“No. Uhm, not really. Wh-why do you ask?”

Stupid, freaky Paige.

“I was, uh, just wondering where you’re from.”

Garrett quickly learned you were from a small town in upstate New York.

From what he gathered, your home life was far from cultish. Nothing toxic.

You just seemed sheltered.

An only child.

He took the opportunity to enter his number into your phone and send himself a text.

“I’m serious about calling me if you need a ride somewhere.”

“You make it seem like Briar is a scary place. Everyone I’ve met is very nice. Including you.”

“I’m flattered, princess. And I agree that most people are nice. But this place has freaks and weirdos, and I’d prefer it if you weren’t anywhere near them.”

He was entitled.

What did it matter what he wanted for you?

He didn’t own you.

He’d met you two nights ago.

And yet you didn’t argue.

Almost as if you already trusted him.

“I’m working to save up enough money for a car, so hopefully I won’t have to bother you or Paige.”

“Where do you work?”

The question came out a little too quickly.

Garrett reminded himself he might scare you off if he didn’t pace himself.

And you did look a little nervous.

But you were an open book.

“I always work game days at the campus bookstore, so I’ve never gone to a game. And then I nanny during the week.”

“Well, if you’re free tonight, let me take you out.”

“Take me out?”

“To dinner.”

“Oh.”

You stared at him, eyes wide and beautiful.

“Why?”

“Why dinner?”

“A dinner date?”

“Yeah.”

“As friends?”

“The opposite, actually.”

Your lips parted, then closed again.

Garrett watched as you intentionally took a deep breath.

In through your nose.

Out through your mouth.

“I’m really trying to keep up here, Garrett.”

Too much.

Too fast.

He was pretty sure that’s what you wanted to say.

You just didn’t want to hurt his feelings.

“Hey. Relax, okay?”

His tone softened immediately.

The deep quality of his voice remained, but there was something undeniably gentle underneath it.

“It’s not a big deal. Just dinner. If you want, you could come over to my place and we could order something. Watch a movie.”

Another deep breath.

“Uhm... and then what?”

And then he’d probably kiss you. And touch you as much as he could before you became a bundle of nerves. So you weren’t completely innocent. Part of you, deep down, knew what dinner and a movie often lead to. 

“There’s nothing to be nervous about. I like you, Y/N.”

“I like you too. I mean, I think you’re nice and...”

“And...?” Garrett prompted.

“Handsome.”

You winced as soon as the word left your mouth.

Not because you didn’t mean it.

Because you were worried it was the wrong thing to say.

“I’m sorry. If I’m being honest, I haven’t really been on a date since high school. And I’m a little confused that, out of all the boys at Briar, you—”

Garrett immediately shook his head.

“Are you questioning my taste?”

“Of course not!” you whisper-shouted.

“You’re pretty. You’re sweet. And I haven’t met anyone like you.”

His gaze settled on yours.

“I’d like to keep seeing you. So, I’m gonna drop you off at your apartment. You can read your book and do your homework. Then I’ll come back tonight and pick you up for our date.”

“Are you sure?”

Garrett gave you a look that was just stern enough to make you squirm.

“Okay, okay. That sounds... good.”

You waited until his expression softened before taking another breath.

“Now finish your lunch, baby.”

You nodded quickly and picked up your fork, finally beginning to eat.

dividers by @/strangergraphics

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