#arnoldp

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine overhearing Arnold Poindexter talking about how much he likes you.

No matter where you went, it seemed like the members of Lambda Lamba Lambda were always in sight. You never really minded it, they were a good group of fellas, pretty funny, and they always were nice to you - particularly Arnold Poindexter. Life was funny that way - you walked out of class and there he was, in the hallway. It’s him you usually saw when you walked through the courtyard. Arnold, Arnold, Arnold. So when you overheard a conversation nearby, it wasn’t all that surprising.

“Just ask then out,” Lewis was bugging, poking Poindexter. “You’ve only been talking about y/l/n since you got here.”

“Yeah, you should. Babes like that don’t stay single for long,” The one that was affectionately known as Booger replied. You were flattered overhearing this, very flattered. You had a thing for the red-head yourself. Maybe he was the biggest nerd of them all but he had a certain charm. And he seemed the loyal type, like he’d never cheat, which was something you had painfully gone through before.

“Okay, okay, I love y/n,” Arnold said, unable to take the pressure anymore. “But they’re way out of my league.”

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The next time that you saw him was outside of your last class for the night. He was in the hallway, by himself, not really looking at anybody or anything in particular. Until he looked your way, flushed, and then looked down. You smiled to yourself - how very adorable this man was. You clutched your books to your chest and walked on over to him, tapping him on the shoulder.

“Well good evening, Arnold Poindexter,” You said pleasantly. His eyes went wide behind those thick coke-bottle glasses of his when you approached.

“Good - evening?” He said, it more so as a question.

“I was wondering if you wanted to go and grab dinner with me over at the diner tonight. It’s been a long day and I’m starved. How about you?”

“I - yes!” He squeaked.

“Excellent. It’s a date.”

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[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine Poindexter asking you out.

So maybe Poindexter wasn’t the typical type of dream man with muscles and rugged good looks. But he was a sweetheart, kind of funny, musically talented, and these things wouldn’t fade with time the way that handsomeness did - so you had said yes to Arnold, despite your own position as chapter advisor to the Pis, who seemed to hate Lamba Lamba Lamba.

“How about a movie?” You asked, trying to think of what a good date idea would be, at the very least trying to find something that you might have in common.

“Is that what you want to do?” Arnold ask, clearly so eager to please, how endearing. “We can go and see a movie. Anything you want. I’ll - I’ll get my prescriptions changed too so I can see it! Actually see it.” He took off his glasses and rubbed at them with the hem of his shirt, eyes squinting. Poor thing, it hardly looked like he could see at all!

“Right, it would be a better experience if you could see,” You smiled. He put his glasses back on and his eyes looked so big behind them. Excited to. “I’ll meet you at the theater at, say, Seven?”

“Okay, yeah! Uh - see you!”

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[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine sticking up for Arnold Poindexter when the Alpha Betas try to take his violin.

You weren’t a part of any sorority, not really giving into the ‘school cheer ra ra’ sort of thing. You were there to get your education and then go into your chosen job field and be successful. But somehow, you had made friends and become an honorary member of Lamba Lambda Lambda, despite all of your intentions.

“Hey, jerk,” You had called out to Ogre one day when you saw the burly boy, who actually looked like a forty year old man, carrying a violin case that very clearly was not his. Ogre stopped in spot, and turned around slowly to face you, his expression that of constant confusion with a dash of rage. It was pretty obvious that were it not for Football, he wouldn’t be here at all. If it weren’t for Football, he probably wouldn’t even have graduated high school. “Hasn’t anyone told you not to take things that aren’t yours? Give it back to -” You read the name stitched onto the side of the case. “-Poindexter - now.”

“What are you gonna do about it?” Ogre asked with a laugh - and then a burp, disgusting. It more so came out as rumbling noises. Had anyone ever taught him how to speak?

“I can’t do much about it,” You admitted, given how you didn’t have the muscles that he did, or the same instinct to smash into inanimate objects that he did. “But I’m sure that the security guard just over there might have something to say about it.” You crossed your arms in front of you, waiting for his response - waiting to run, actually, in case he’d try to charge at you for getting involved.

Ogre’s head turned to that of the Security Guard - one of the big ones who sometimes walked the campus. He gave out a grunting noise then passed the violin case back to a boy you hadn’t even seen before. Ogre was so big, his body was covering up the one of this poor Poindexter boy entirely. And then Ogre stalked off, giving you the finger as he went, making you roll your eyes. “He’s as thick as a rock, isn’t it?” You commented to Poindexter, making sure that he was okay. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” He said, checking over the case, and then looked at you, shoving his glasses back up. From the way he was squinting, he didn’t seem to be seeing too well, even with those thick coke-bottle things on his face. “Thanks.”

Turns out you were headed the same way so you walked together, at first insulting Ogre, and then talking about violin. Eventually introductions were made and your fate was sealed. By helping Arnold, you became a part of Lambda Lambda Lambda.

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