Lovebrush Chronicles: Jealousy Dynamics (Reader vs. Him)
Modern
Ayn Alwyn x Reader
Reader: 30% | Ayn: 80%
Black cat energy. Ayn Alwyn feels jealousy as easily and as quickly as he gets sweet-tooth cravings.
Since you are entirely used to people fawning over Ayn—from his music-brainwashed fans on Harp Island to his everyday admirers—you rarely feel genuinely jealous when someone catches his attention. You just experience a brief pang or two here and there.
Ayn, on the other hand, is certainly not used to losing the spotlight—and he is especially not used to having your attention stolen away from him. In the first place, he isn't exactly generous with sharing you. When he gets jealous, he will silently brood and act coldly, giving you incredibly obvious signs that he is annoyed, though he refuses to bring it up first. He will keep up the frosty act until you make the first move, using sweets or cake as an appeasement.
The Fix: He will stubbornly make you feed him the treats yourself.
Alkaid McGrath x Reader
Reader: 70% | Alkaid: 70%
Completely balanced and deeply empathetic. Both you and Alkaid feel the exact same amount of jealousy and display it in remarkably similar ways.
Thanks to his gentle, helpful personality, Alkaid’s popularity at the academy is exceptionally high. As much as you are glad to have such a warm, kindhearted, attractive man as your boyfriend, you still occasionally battle a strong sense of possessiveness.
Alkaid feels that exact same wave of jealousy and possessiveness when someone else manages to completely steal your attention, especially if they are helping you with something he can't provide. However, he instantly feels guilty about his own envy; he internally chastises himself, reminding his heart that you are your own person and don't belong to him.
The Fix: For both of you, the resolution is incredibly quick and easy. Simple acknowledgment and a burst of doting, undivided attention make you both instantly forget the whole thing. He will just quietly lace his fingers with yours and hold your hand tightly.
Lars Rorschach x Reader
Reader: 40% | Lars: 70–80%
Mercurial and dramatic. Lars’s jealousy isn't stable, fluctuating wildly just like his playful temperament.
Being completely used to having your admiration and regularly seeking your full attention, it hurts Lars far more than he would ever be willing to admit when you give that attention to someone else—especially if you look comfortable and personal while doing it. You feel flashes of jealousy too, but it’s an emotion you have come to accept and manage when dating such a confident, effortlessly charismatic man.
Your boyfriend, on the other hand, acts like an absolute child when he's jealous. He will either entirely ignore you until you are forced to acknowledge his dramatic silence, or he will confidently step right in and interrupt whatever conversation you're having. Once he successfully gets rid of the person who dared to hold your attention instead of him, he will seamlessly act like absolutely nothing went wrong.
The Fix: He will confidently pull you aside later and demanding a kiss to fully make up for it.
Clarence Clayden x Reader
Reader: 90% | Clarence: 30%
Deep, logical security versus high-stakes longing.
It is incredibly hard not to get jealous when your boyfriend is both devastatingly handsome and utterly dependable to everyone around him. Clarence already barely finds time to spend with you because he is constantly dedicated to one task or another, endlessly extending his duties as the student council president. Because of this, when he does finally secure free time to spend with you, you don't take it lightly when a third party tries to steal that precious time away.
Clarence, conversely, finds it quite difficult to get genuinely jealous. He rarely experiences possessiveness, easily evaluating any situation for objectively what it is. He is profoundly reassured by his complete trust in your relationship; logically, if you didn't just have eyes for him, you wouldn't be dating him. It sometimes annoys you how you seem to be the only one getting jealous and possessive over time, but Clarence actually secretly enjoys seeing you like that. To him, your jealousy is further logical proof of your undeniable attraction to him. He never intentionally pushes your buttons, though, always prioritizing your absolute comfort first and foremost.
The Fix: He will quietly ask you later if you were disturbed by the interruption and will sincerely apologize for putting you through that stress.
Cael Anselm x Reader
Reader: 50% | Cael: 50%
A subtle, calculated chess game of teasing and pushing buttons.
You are entirely used to Cael doting on you, but you're also used to him giving you a necessary, firm push when needed. Furthermore, you routinely see massive amounts of attention drawn to him as Emerald, plus his gorgeous hair and striking presence. You try your hardest not to let it get under your skin, determined to always appear mature and collected in front of him.
Unfortunately for you, it is incredibly easy for Cael to tell exactly when you're jealous. And he will absolutely push it, deliberately drawing out his interaction with the other person as much as he can. He knows exactly how to soothe you later anyway, and he finds it incredibly endearing to see real-time proof of your feelings via your cute, pouting face.
On the flip side, it is incredibly hard to tell when Cael himself gets jealous. Like many things, he hides his envy flawlessly behind a perfect mask—until you purposely push his limits. When he finally snaps, he lets his anger slip just enough to forcefully break up your interaction with a tight, unyielding smile.
The Fix: You will both endlessly tease each other about it later to make up for it. You are both secretly glad to see the other person get jealous for you, smoothly putting the envy behind you once the air is cleared.
He remembers everything about you. All of your mannerisms, preferences, moments of foolishness— he remembers it all.
Today, in particular, as the snowflakes indistinguishable from his hair melt and fade into obscurity, he remembers a question you once asked him.
“Cael,” you had whispered, voice hoarse from crying through the night. Your eyes track him, unblinking, watching his retreating back from your bedroom door— like he'll disappear without a trace if you missed even one milisecond.
When he paused to look at you, he saw your fist holding onto the doorframe in a knuckle-white grip.
“In the future, will you still be by my side?”
To that, he responded smoothly without missing a beat:
“For as long as you need me.”
But he will never get directly involved in your life. He is simply there to ease you back into the world you grew up in. It’s what he promised his predecessor. No matter how nonsensical her final actions appeared to him, he promised her that he would watch over you nonetheless and help you lead a normal life.
What sort of role should he play in your future?
The correct answer to that should be: None— none at all. He will fade from your memory once you are ready to return to the world beyond. Once you can stand on your own and face him, that is when he should take his leave. You will have been fully integrated into this world once more, and you will have no need for his comfort any longer.
Yet, inexplicably, in every future he sees—
He is still there, by your side, unwavering.
Time and time again, he is always there. Sometimes, he is walking you down an aisle filled with gorgeous flowers, your future groom at the end of it. Other times, he becomes but an old friend you only periodically contact, but contact nonetheless. He is always by your side in one way or another, always watching— only ever watching.
In one possible future, he attends an exhibit of yours, face-to-face with a portrait of himself beneath falling ginkgo leaves.
In that timeline, he never once reaches out to you, but you never once leave his side. You grow old, skin wrinkling, movements becoming sluggish, as time takes its toll.
He stays with you until death, and you do not leave him even in your dying moments.
“You’re still so beautiful,” the future you would say to him, voice quiet and teasing. “I feel ashamed being next to you like this, all wrinkled and shrivelled up.”
To that, he would respond: “You’re still beautiful, if you were to ask me.”
“Just beautiful? That’s it?” you ask with a playful smile.
In this future, you look at him with pure eyes, unaware of everything he had hidden from you. He conceals everything without flaw in this timeline, and you live a regular life as a regular person. You do not bear any scars on your body, and all traces of grief and sorrow in your heart seem to have faded with time.
You smile at him helplessly. You still smile at him, because you don’t know of anything he’s done, of his past.
You smile blissfully, drowned in lies.
It’s the last time he tries to deduce your future.
In the end, you choose your own future.
He watches as you curl up alone on cold stone tiles, as you fade into the pure white backdrop, as you shed tear after tear. He watches you stumble as you learn to fight, watches as you meet him head-on with narrowed eyes as you challenge the Silver Knight.
You are breathtakingly beautiful. The vigour in your eyes draws him to you time and time again, like a moth to flame.
He watches as you twirl a ginkgo leaf between your callused fingertips— a result of your hard work in the past year. You’re smiling at him despite knowing everything he’s done. Despite knowing what sort of person he truly is.
“Cael, are you in any of the futures you’ve deduced for me?”
“I’m not sure,” he admits. “I stopped deducing your future a long time ago.”
But I would like to be a part of your future.
“Really? Well, that’s fine. Since I can deduce my own future.”
Cael raises an eyebrow, watching as you slowly approach him with a sparkle in your eye. He subconsciously reaches out, brushing away stray hairs that have flown into your face, easing the scrunched-up expression on your face.
“I wasn’t aware you had such an ability?”
You squint at him with a grin, offering him the ginkgo leaf between your fingers.
“A certain somebody told me that I can choose my own future. And if I can choose my future, that means I can effectively control what my future will be, right?”
That isn’t quite how it works, he thinks, but somehow—
If it’s you, unreasonably stubborn every day of the year, he’s sure you can get anything you want against all odds.
“Then, am I in the future you’ve deduced?”
You chuckle, pressing the ginkgo leaf into his hands.
“What do you think, Cael?”
He twirls the ginkgo leaf in between his fingertips just as you had a few moments ago. It’s thin and fragile— if he so wished, he could easily crush it without a second thought.
Gingerly, he cradles the ginkgo leaf close to his heart, meeting your earnest gaze.
He’d once been envious of all of the vivid emotions he would see flitting across your face at the slightest provocation. You have always shown him every side of you unabashedly, let yourself be vulnerable around him. You don’t try to hide anything even now, bright-eyed as you stand by his side under the ginkgo trees.
valentines with my favs (Jinshi, Hinata, Tim, Grimmy, Cael, Zayne)
word count: 1,250
summary: how does spending Valentine's day with my favs go?
જ⁀➴ Jinshi
Jinshi goes all out in the modern world. Flowers, breakfast in bed, dinner— he spares no expense. He sets everything up after you knock out because he hates waking up early, so if you have work in the morning, he always leaves a bouquet in the car you take or at the door to accompany you to work (and to show off to your coworkers)
and when you get home later, or when he drives over to pick you up, he shows up with the most obnoxious bouquet of flowers for show (and to embarrass you) and he gets a kick out of the way your features twist with embarrassment, but when he presses a kiss to your cheek gently after the two of you get on his car and he shows you the actual gifts he got you, you can't find it in yourself to dislike it. After all, who are you to complain when he had picked out everything you wanted? You forgive him for the dramatic gesture and have dinner with him, lips curled upwards sweetly as he asks you to be his Valentine.
(you say yes, obviously)
➴⋆˙⟡♡ Hajime Hinata
Hinata, sweet post-tragedy Hinata, sweet sweet worked half to death Hinata somehow, somehow finds a way to set up a simple date for the two of you, roses from his garden in hand as he asks you to be his Valentine— shyness from back when he was a student ambushing him right as he opens his mouth. He stumbles over his words as he finishes, skin flushing with warmth as he hides his face behind the roses with an embarrassed word, and you laugh, cheeks warm with affection as you pull the roses down to press a kiss to his cheek.
The two of you settle with dinner in the cabin, putting on a show as you lean into him, blinking slowly as he hums, vibrations of his chest calming your skin as you let him fiddle with your fingers, going on about his day as you listen, humming along and gasping at certain points to remind him that you are paying attention. Then, when he finishes, he wishes you a happy Valentine's Day, lips pressed to your knuckles as you ask him when you had agreed to be his Valentine (as a joke) to which he bites your cheek affectionately and rolls his eyes.
₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ Tim Drake
Tim texts you 'Happy Valentine's Day. be my valentine?' at 12am and has roses on the kitchen counter by 3am, saving the local florist from a random violent man who had forgotten to get his wife flowers and had resorted to violence— something relatively common in Gotham, and Tim takes a new bouquet, lips pressed to yours as he enters your shared apartment, roses handed to you as you note the lack of thorns, and he smiles, lips curled upward as you tell him yes with a gentle kiss, and he disappears back into the night to finish the rest of his patrol.
He brings you breakfast from one of Gotham's best places in the morning when he returns, body exhausted as he rests his head on the kitchen counter, opening his mouth as you give him a piece of your omelet followed by a gentle kiss, sun in his hair as you help him dry it. Then, he knocks out, tired despite whining that he wants to spend the day with you.
(you spend the day in bed with him instead)
₊˚⊹♡ Grimmy / Casper
Casper reads about Valentine's day in advance, handmaking chocolate for you and buying flowers, sunflowers in hand when you wake up in bed, grumbling about having to work on Valentine's, but Grim slides you breakfast as usual, surprise hidden for when he picks you up, and you sigh, kissing him goodbye as you head off to work. Then, he taste-tests the chocolate one last time before packing it into a cute box for you, setting up for dinner at home later while you're busy working.
Then, he goes to pick you up, sunflowers in one arm as he holds his hand out for you with the other— you take the flowers from him with a smile, and he coughs awkwardly as he looks to the side, question stumbling past down his tongue as you tease him, raising a brow to have him say it again despite the red at the tip of his ears. He repeats the question, asking you as he tries his best not to look away, and you laugh, patting his bicep gently as you agree, mentioning how pretty the flowers are this time. This time, he makes sure to clarify that he didn't just steal them from a random grandma's front yard.
˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ Cael / Ye Xuan
Cael makes it back for Valentine's for once, sighing as you kick off your shoes and get home, bouquet arranged on the table in a vase as you blink at his presence, mildly confused as to why he was back for once. He greets you, hand finding yours as he wraps his arms around you, and you nuzzle into his chest with a sigh as you tell him you're home. He hums, pressing his lips to the crown of your head as he serves you an afternoon snack, dinner already on the way as you watch him cook. You missed him.
You ask him to be your Valentine, pulling a rose out of thin air from the trick you learned while in class, and Cael laughs, agreeing with a smile as he accepts your rose, lips pressed to your palm before placing the rose in a new vase just for it, and the two of you catch up despite Cael's exhaustion from his mission, a smile on your lips as the two of you have dinner, flowers rustling with the breeze from the open window, laugh on your lips as you snuggle into his embrace in bed, lashes fluttering against his chest as you fall asleep.
(Cael won't tell you, but he wrapped his mission up early just for you)
˚*ੈ𑁍༘⋆ Zayne / Li Shen
Zayne reschedules any surgery he can that day, calling you in the morning from his office to tell you to get ready, sending flowers straight to your door since he can't be there, and he stays on call with you as you agree to the date, his lips curling into a ghost of a smile when you tell him, and he gives you a time to get ready by, making sure that none of his patients need him that day, and scheduling other doctors there that day to cover his shifts, shutting down his work phone as he leaves to pick you up. He asks if you liked the roses before garnering any confidence to ask you to be his Valentine.
You pretend to think, asking if that means you get a pass from the dietary restrictions he had placed on you just a week prior to check out your health, and he sighs, telling you no— so you tell him no with your tongue stuck out, to which he rolls his eyes and pretends to grumble about the reservations he had made, only then do you pout and tell him you were joking. The two of you settle for a compromise, your agreement to be his Valentine while he lifts the sugar restriction for your dessert date. It's really a win-win.
content: established relationship, fluffyyy, a little suggestive
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Ayn
he found out by seeing you lying on your couch, hugging your knees to your chest when he came to pick you up for your date
needless to say, he was very concerned and worried
he thought that you had a tummy ache or ate something bad and offered to get medicine for you from the pharmacy. but when you told him it was because of menstrual cramps, you can see him staring at you for a second as the wheels in his head starts to turn before nodding silently.
he does not have experience at all. after all he did not grow up with a mother or any female figure in his childhood (im sorry if it is wrong but it is based off what i can remember) he does not wish to ask his bodyguards about it and neither does he want to ask his father at all.
eventually he searches the web for information and the next day you see him at your door with pads of different sizes (because tbh he does not know which one you needed and ended up buying each type)
he would give in to you easily and avoids teasing you too much, after all he does not want to hurt your feelings on accident knowing that females tend to be more sensitive on their periods. so if you want to aak him to do something that he usually would reject, asking about it while you’re on your period increases your success rate :)
Alkaid
he definitely knows very well as to how to take care of you. i feel like once he starts dating you, he would research more about this. after all he is aware that there are such things as periods but he just wants to know how to take care of you better and attend to your every need
literally he will be on your beck and call. you want to buy pads but your cramps hurts too much to get up? no problem, he will buy it for you. you want ice cream? he will buy an entire tub and bake some brownies to go along with it. you want some cuddles? sure, anything for you
he is always gentle even when you’re off your period but you can tell he tries to be around you more often to offer you support and comfort whenever you need it
he offered to stay over to look after you. you had to convince him each time that you would be fine and it was not that bad since you were used to it
overall he is best boyfriend material <3
Lars
it is like the switch in him flips. you think he is like a golden retriever in some way before? well, he is even more like one now
he still teases you a little but whenever you give him a glare, he immediately shuts up
dude is rich and would offer to buy anything you need no matter how expensive it is. and he might splurge a little too much…
once you realised you ran out of pads while you were on your period and asked him to help you buy some. and guess what he did? instead of buying two or three like most people, he bought twenty of them. plus they were in different sizes and brands, some brands were more on the higher end that you tend to avoid buying in order to stay within your budget.
he spoils you too. he is pretty knowledgeable about how to take care of you when you are on your period. and maybe a little too much.
there was another time when your cramps were so bad he got quite worried. but instead of buying painkillers for you, he suggested to make love, claiming that it is a way to elevate the pain. (it is true though, according to google) he said that while wiggling his eyebrows, making you pout and smack him on the shoulder with your face red, telling him not to be silly, though the offer sounded rather tempting-
even if you were to accept it, he is good with it because he does not find it icky at all
Clarence
someone as studious as he is definitely would know what a woman experiences when she is on her period. he reads up even more about it when he starts dating you so he can take care of you better!
he would try to make time for you out of his busy schedule, after all being the student council president and having to study is not an easy task. he feels bad whenever you feel like you are neglected
he secretly has an app on his phone to track your period. mostly so he knows when to prepare to help you as much as you need him to. like when you are nearing your period, he will remind you to avoid or eat more of a certain food because he read something about how it can aggravate the cramps or help to quickly replenish your blood count
another boyfriend material who will be at your beck and call. though he can’t be by your side 60% of the time, he is always one call away. no matter when it is, he will always pick up his phone for you
sometimes you feel like he is lowkey feels like a mom looking after you lol. you teased him about it and he would sigh with a smile on his face, not taking any of it to heart of course, in fact he accepts it as a compliment, thinking it is your way of saying that he is doing a good job as your boyfriend taking care of you
Cael
by now he had more or less remembered what symptoms you face before your period and how you would be during it.
he was used to all of your mood swings and remained as gentle as always, getting any food you were craving and helping you with getting pads, which of course, he buys the brand you always used of the exact same measurement
he is rather busy, after all he is still an art teacher in the school aside from being your caretaker and well uhm, travelling across the universes to different worlds for whatever purpose he has. but he knows you are able to take care of yourself and does not wish to pamper you too much so you can be more independent.
however if anything were to arise, you can always call him, whenever and wherever.
he still swings by from time to time to check up on you to make sure you are eating well and there is no anomaly with your period or anything.
he is not super worried, after all each time you have your period, he had already prepared everything for you
“well aren't you the prettiest thing the sun's ever seen.”
cael turns his head — almost comically so.
rivets of soft intrigue holding the tiniest of smiles on his lips as he lets out a gentle laugh, ribbons of silver sparkling in the sunlight, contouring his face so delicately it makes your heart stop.
“why thank you, my dear.” he moves to slip his fingers under your jaw, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “but.. i must say; you are more refined than any star i've ever come across.”
for a moment, his touch burns; and you're further drawn into it, like a moth to the flame. “how charming, my sun.”
his fingers glide down to your chin, turning your head a bit to his left — eyes flickering to yours in amusement. “my sun? how darling can you be, hm?”
a sigh runs and falls from your lips at his words, cupping his hand in yours as you lean in and let the sun kiss you softly.
“as much as you need me to be.”
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Alkaid McGrath, Lars Rorschach, Clarence Clayden, Ayn Alwyn, Cael Anselm.
𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞: On
𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: Headcannon.
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: They/them.
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You called them by a weird nickname.
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: ooc characters, please note I made this for shits and giggles and is not meant to be taken seriously, thank you.
𝘼𝙡𝙠𝙖𝙞𝙙
♡ “Hm? Is there something you need, darling?”
♡ Was a bit confused at first but recovers fast.
♡ He might have already guessed it was going to happen at some point in your relationship, however didn't think it would be so soon.
♡ Would tease you back for the weird nickname and potentially use a weird nickname as well.
♡ If you used the weird nickname in public he won’t really mind, however as your punishment for doing so you’re sentenced to cuddles and headpats.
♡ “You’re so cute, my little gremlin with a pencil~” you called him garlic bread.
♡ Nicknames that were used: star stalker, garlic bread, rocky mountain oysters, garden hoe-
𝙇𝙖𝙧𝙨
♡ “Really? Goldie locks??”
♡ He doesn’t hate it, he likes it but he usually pouts when you call him by a very random nickname out of nowhere.
♡ He doesn’t mind the more “tame” versions of your nicknames if you used them in publics, the others? He’s gonna sulk.
♡ Will get revenge by calling you with weird nicknames as well, however is not very creative with them.
♡ Your punishment for these nicknames will usually be no cuddles nor kisses until you comfort him out of his sulking phase.
♡ “That still isn’t enough for me to get out of my sulking phase, snail eggs.”
♡ Nicknames that were used: Waffle fries, baby with a wallet, Goldie locks, w a l n u t
𝘾𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚
♡ “B-Buffalo wings?? What makes you say that?”
♡ Flabbergasted, shocketh, his reaction would probably be the funniest.
♡ Will never get used to you calling him nicknames out of nowhere especially when you call him “buttery croissant”
♡ Do NOT try to call him any of the weird nicknames when he’s at an important event because if you do, I hope your brain has the mental capacity for the extra tutoring from him.
♡ He will try to call you with a weird nickname but will end up snickering to himself when he sees your face and in the end laughs to himself quietly.
♡ “Your answer is wrong, hairless cat.”
♡ Nicknames that were used: Rubiks cube, eight grade math teacher, cat dad, paralysis demon, buttery croissant, buffalo wings.
𝘼𝙮𝙣
♡ "Call me Tsundere one more time, I dare you"
♡ The most unamused out of all of them, he doesn't entirely hate it... later on but it is a nightmare when you started calling him all sorts of things.
♡ He will ignore you in public if you try to call him with any of the names, if you provoke him hard enough consider dodging lessons with the number of times he's gonna shut you up with kisses, or not-
♡ You think he might not call you with weird nicknames but don't let your guard down too quick, he's going to make you regret calling him "short king" (he's not short compared to the average height but since he was the shortest out of everyone on the list I thought it would be funny)
♡ Once you're done and finish with your weird nickname shenanigans it's his turn to attack with the list of weird nicknames he's compiled in secret.
♡ "Where are you looking at, hagfish~?"
♡ Nicknames that were used: emo vampire, batfish, scaramouche kinnie (no offence-).
𝘾𝙖𝙚𝙡
♡ "Breakfast is Crepes with whipped cream and strawberries"
♡ Out of of all the people, he's the one who doesn't seem to have a reaction at all to your nickname shenanigans, he took care of you, of course he's prepared for your chaos.
♡ He doesn't even care what you call him in public, he's that unbothered by it it almost makes you feel bored, however...
♡ Cael seems to frown and has this annoyed look on him, even if it was brief every time you call him by a certain nickname.
♡ He won't treat you out of the ordinary even when you use the nicknames that make him frown a bit, though don't expect to know how he's planning to teach you a lesson in his own way.
♡ "You're drink is bitter? Perhaps I should just give you milk, fetus~" safe to say the war is far from over.
♡ Nicknames that were used: Marinated wine, dinosaur's cousin, princess, great great great great great grandfather.
word count: 2.6k || Fic 1 of oops... i got married
summary: There is no way you just woke up married to your college prof. God. At least he's hot?
You get married as a joke.
Yes, there are limits to how much you can drink. Yes, there are limits to how insane you can get while drunk— but apparently getting married is not within that limit. You get married to some random guy— NOT SOME RANDOM GUY. YOU GET MARRIED TO YOUR COLLEGE PROFESSOR. You wake up to a legally signed marriage document and your college professor in your kitchen, and you blink at the red booklet in your hands and then at your professor at the door.
"You're going to be late for class."
"Oh. My. God." You hold your head as a headache splits you open. "that hurts."
Cael steps next to you, bowl of soup in his hand, and you blink at him.
"Oh my god."
"You've say that once already." He mumbles, holding the spoon to your lips after he blows on it. "Drink up."
You open your mouth to drink, still blinking in mild confusion when you finish the soup, brain only processing then whether or not you have clothes on. You touch yourself, sighing in relief when you notice that it's just a change of pajamas. It would be the end of the world... or, well, it wouldn't. You suppose there are worse situations than getting married to your hot professor... wait. Should there be an age gap tag on this?!
You take Cael's hand as he helps you up, and he blinks at you, tilting his head.
"Come on. You have class."
"Isn't it Saturday?"
"It's Monday."
"Don't we get Monday off?"
"That was last Monday."
You scream, blinking at the clock, taking your clothes from Cael's hand (you have no idea when he got the clothes) and change, rushing out of the house as Cael locks the door behind you, following behind you as you rush through the college gates. Cael nods at the security guard— something that the two of you live in a pattern of regardless of whether or not you're married. You find it strange. Yes, you would not have asked Cael to marry you while sober, but it's also questionable. You wonder in what universe you fall for a man several times your age and ask him to marry you while plastered.
"So? Did you do anything after last night?" William brushes up next to you, peeking over your shoulder at you. "I saw someone bring you home. Lowkey, he was kind of hot. His hair was up and everything."
"Yeah." You pause. For the plot? For the plot. "I got married to him."
"WHAT." William screams, and the professor raises a brow in annoyance at him, making him sink back into his seat. "You got married to some random man!?"
"Yeah..." You avert your gaze. "I'll tell you in a bit. Let me take notes—"
"You never take notes!" William gasps. "No fucking way."
"Someone's going to beat my ass if I go home without any notes again." You avoid Cael's gaze from the front of the lecture hall, and go back to clicking on your laptop. "you know?"
"Oh my god." William blinks. "Please tell me I did not just put two and two together. Is this your only lecture of the day? Are you going home with your husband later?!"
"I don't know what you're talking about." You avoid the topic, choosing to ignore William for the rest of the lecture, and bolting for the door as soon as class is dismissed. William yells at you for being a coward and to face him, and you rest by the car as you wait for Cael to return. You sit in the car, resting your head on the wheel with a groan as you click through your phone. At some point, you grow tired, eyes growing heavy as you decide to doze off. You wonder where Cael is... you have a feeling that he's going to get here the second you knock out. You blink slowly, and then stare at Cael's face leaning over the door of your car.
You roll the window down after jumping in your skin.
"Why didn't you knock?!" You panic, eyes wide as you let Cael into the car. "What if you got caught?!"
"Caught by who? My fanclub?" He holds up a bag with drinks in it, humming. "Come on. I'll heat up the milk tea for you when we get home. Don't even think about touching it while it's cold."
"It's not cold!" You gape in faux offense. "I can drink it! Who did you even get it from?"
"My fanclub." He hums, pulling a drink out and stabbing a straw through it. "Drink up."
You take it from his hand as he secures his seatbelt, starting the car as you pause. "So... are we going to talk about being legally married?"
"We can talk about that at home." Cael hums. "Want me to drive?"
"No. It's my car." You grumble, driving out the parking lot as you wait to merge onto the street. "What exactly happened?"
"You got plastered and somehow managed to convince me to sign the marriage certificate you were holding up." Cael pauses. "I was also partially drunk."
"You drank? Who drove us home?"
"We rode the subway."
"Damn." You mumble. "That's crazy. I can't believe you said yes. I would've expected you to say no."
"Well..."
"..." You pause, slowing down at the red light. "drunk man words are sober man thoughts."
"Don't say that to me."
"Oh my god." You mumble. "You're in love with me."
Cael chooses to stay quiet, and you reach over to grab his thigh, laughing as you step on the gas.
"My husband is in love with me!!!" You laugh, squeezing him affectionately as you continue to drive. "Does that mean you won't get divorced with me?"
There's a considerable silence before he speaks up. "Did you think I was going to divorce you?"
"Maybe." You mumble. "Just a little."
"I wouldn't have agreed had I not liked you to some extent." He mumbles, resting his hand on top of yours.
"Oh." You pause, another considerable silence passing over the two of you. You blink slowly even when the two of you reach your apartment, and suddenly, it's almost as if his words have just clicked. He likes you. Your college professor likes you. Wait.
"There's got to be some sort of questionable age gap between the two of us." You deadpan.
Cael raises a brow, and you pout. "You're in your last year."
You pause. "True... but you better have not liked me for four years. Isn't it weird to fall for a student anyway? Or did you fall for me because we're neighbors?"
"A mixture of everything." He hums, resting his forehead on yours. "If you keep talking, I may just not cook dinner."
"I can live with instant noodles."
"I can't." He pinches your skin gently. "Shall we have dinner?"
You find that being married to Cael is fun. You get to watch him grade everyone's tests and snoop through his stacks of papers and laptop to see whether or not you can find the next test's answers, and your answer is almost always the same file with a password you can never crack in time before Cael inevitably finds you trying to cheat again. You wonder why he doesn't just report you to the dean, but you don't find it in yourself to care, lips pulled into a pout as he tells you to just study. Easy for him to say.
Maybe he's so old that he just forgot that senioritis happens in college too.
Yet, he cares in his own way, warm drink next to you as you work through the copious amount of work that you're given in your upper-division courses, head spinning and annoyed over everything. He points out mistakes in your paper, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, lashes batting slowly as he corrects your essays with a click of his tongue. You pout at him when he does, but he does not make any change in habit. As long as you get a good grade, you suppose.
Then, your grade comes back, and you are set to graduate.
You rush home to show Cael the grade on your phone, arms thrown around him as you beam. He runs his hand down your back affectionately, lips pressed to the temple of your head sweetly as he congratulates you. You hum, head resting on his shoulder as you hum. "I should pay you back."
"How about wearing a ring?"
"We have these." You pout at the cheap one on your finger.
"We both know I can afford to buy you a better one." He hums, playing with the ring on your finger. "Shall we go ring shopping in celebration?"
"How is that me paying you back?"
"You're paying me back by spending more time with me." He hums. "That is my request. Let us go buy a ring together."
"Is that all?" You hum.
"We can spend the rest of the day shopping too."
"Alright..." You mumble. "We should go shopping for your clothes. Your wardrobe needs a little updating."
"Yeah?"
"And don't fight me for the bill on your clothes."
"Is that how you're going to pay me back?"
"Yep." You pop the p for emphasis, pressing a kiss to his cheek as you hop off his lap. "We'll take my car so we don't need to haul shopping bags back on the subway."
"Very well."
Cael sits back and lets you pick his outfits, your thoughts put before his as you discuss with the store clerk how to make him the hottest man on campus. He wonders if you just simply don't have a single jealous bone in your body. He doesn't like it when people get too close to you. His brows furrow ever so slightly as your hand brushes the store clerk's when you take the outfit, and you furrow your brows slightly as you stare at the clothes and then at Cael.
"I don't want this color of tweed."
"What are you looking for?"
"Something like... classic. Beige. Picture beige baby but there is no baby and it's my husband." You pause. "Make him the hot guy in a trenchcoat at the campus coffee shop."
"I see the vision." The clerk gives you a thumbs up. "Just wait and see, young'in. We've got this."
You wave bye to Cael with a smile on your face, sitting in the waiting area as you scroll through your phone. You take photos and give a thumbs up and down depending on how good he looks in the clothes, and Cael finds that despite his stamina, he understands why you had looked so drained after shopping with him all those times. It's not that his body is tired— it's just that he can only wear so many outfits in such limited time.
On the last one, he opens the curtain of the dressing room, and your whole face perks up.
Ah. This one. You like this one the best.
"Shall we buy this one?" Cael raises a brow.
"I don't care if my scholarship money is going down the drain for this." You rip the tag from behind him as he crouches down slightly to help you rip it easier, and you scan and ring up the bill. He watches as you swipe your card without second thought, the vast majority of what he tried on going into bags as you carry them. Cael presses his lips to your forehead gently as a thank you, and you grin.
"Shall we get something to eat? My treat." He hums.
"Not the rings?"
"I called my associate at another store." Cael hums. "I can take some of the bags—"
"No." You pout. "Let me."
"Well, I suppose it is a skill for you to be able to hold so many at once." He laughs. "Would you like a treat?"
"I'd like my ring." You bat your lashes at him with a grin. "I'll drive."
"Alright." He follows behind you, coat still on, hot on your trail as the two of you wait in the elevator to get down to the right level. He helps you open the trunk, and you hum happily.
"Did you order a ring?"
"They're going to get you fitted." He hums. "And then you're going to pick a design out of all the ones I sketched out."
"Oooh..." You shut the trunk. "Romantic."
"Perhaps it would have been more romantic to actually propose with it."
"Well, we get a good story out of it." You smile at him as the two of you get in the car. "What color is the ring going to be?"
"I've sketched it in every color you can think of."
"There is no way you did that."
He did.
You stare at the samples and then at the sketches Cael provided, and you blink slowly at your husband.
"You pick."
The clerk gapes as Cael picks up the rings and tries them on you one at a time. He would get you all of them, but you would complain that it's a waste of his money. Though, he wouldn't really be spending much. He wonders when the next cheque for displaying his works is going to come in. That should be more than enough to cover the costs of the rings.
"Why not all?"
"I'm not comfortable with spending all of that money yet." You deadpan.
"Better get used to it." He hums. "These three."
You stare at the designs he picked, and he hums. "Turn these two into earrings instead."
"A pair or one of each?"
Cael glances at you, lips quirking up at the sight of your dropped jaw.
"One of each?" You blink at him in confusion. "One of each. Mix and match sounds fun."
Cael nods as the store clerk punches in the order. "Anything else you would like, sir?"
Cael shakes his head.
"Wait, how about your wedding ring?"
"Oh, they have their counterparts." Cael flips the paper over, and your jaw drops.
"Double the price?"
"Don't worry about it." He hums, tapping his card on the machine and covering your eyes.
"Oh, hey." You hum. "You finally figured out how to use a credit card?"
"Debit." He hums. "I had an account because they were paying me, but I just never applied for a card."
"Oh." You pause. "YOU'RE USING A DEBIT CARD?! HOW MUCH MONEY DO YOU EVEN HAVE?!"
"How old am I?"
You shut up after that.
Not arguing with a man who's older than the existence of the planet you're on. (a joke, really. He's only a decade or two older than you. Though, he definitely doesn't look it.) So, you stare at the ring on your ears in the mirror two weeks later, Cael's matching one on his pierced ear, leaning behind you, chest pressed to your back as he stares at the earring on your ear.
"Looks nice."
"Yeah?" Your neck creeps with warmth, and he presses his lips to your ear gently, standing straight again as the clerk hands him the bag with the earrings.
"Shall we get going, beloved?"
Your hand shakes as you take his, and you try and calm your racing heart.
Oh, god. This might've been the best decision you've ever made while drunk. ever.
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