Evergreen State College🌱
Law Major!Adrian × Fem!Botany major!Reader
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0.7k words - College AU - (kinda) meet ugly
[A strange noise from inside the greenhouse leads to you meeting none other than Adrian himself.]
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The soft, unmistakable rummaging of pots and wire were the first sign of danger for you. Enough to catch you off guard and leave the greenhouse door cracked.
It was a depressing notion, yes, but the same people you'll end up graduating with are the ones currently out partying or...whatever else college kids do. They wouldn't be in the greenhouse, the greenhouse that you unwillingly ran in all of your off time.
You had always had aspersions to attend a grand, accredited college. Somewhere sophisticated yet metaphorically(?) aesthetic, away from the "country hick-ville" town of Evergreen where your youth was spent. But student debt is not a kind mistress, and despite wasting your high school years behind a cash register, your best option was a 3/4th ride scholarship to Evergreen State College, a public university that kept you tethered to home. But no debt is better than a life paying it back.
Your hands reach to grip the first spade you can find, one previously buried in a re-fertilized soil box. You've been hearing in the news about some frat guys at Evergreen getting killed, could their killer be changing targets? Are you next? Oh, God, you're too young to die!
A small squeak then pulls you out of your fearful mind, and you come face-to-face with dark brown curls and big, sweet eyes.
"Woah, woah, woah, I promise I'm not stealing anything! I'm just a concerned fellow student, I swear!" A quick flash of his student ID badge is all you need to learn. Adrian Chase, Law, Government, and Local Policies major.
"Concerned?! About what?! Ferns and watering cans?!"
"Hey, ferns are perfectly dangerous! They call them Boston ferns because they're dangerous, like Boston. I thought only plant majors were allowed here, should you know that?!"
You don't know whether to scoff at him or use the spade as your makeshift weapon. Who does this idiot think he is?!
"And for your information-" he makes sure to annunciate the ending of 'information' "-I was checking to see if there was anything possibly poisonous....for student safety reasons!"
He stands to full height, a small portion of your anger dissolving and the realization that this guy is pretty motherfucking tall.
"Well I know from experience, Mr. Law and Government major, that there isn't a single deathly poisonous thing in this place, I'd know, I inventory every other Tuesday."
"It's Law, Government, and Local Policies!"
"Then shouldn't you know that it's illegal to break into locked buildings? Like this greenhouse?!"
"Probable cause! You could have been harboring dangerous plants in here, Ms-" he reached for lanyard across your neck, reading your ID badge; "-botany-slash-chemsitry major!"
He's close, damn close. Those curls look annoyingly soft and those cheeks look like they're begging to be pinched. But that mouth is pissing you off. There's an awkward pause before he clears his throat.
"And if I was to be looking for poisonous plants - for student safety, of course - what would I be looking for?" To a normal person, the question is stupidly obvious. But you're too annoyed to care about ethics.
"Water hemlock would be the most dangerous, but giant hogweed and climbing nightshade are close. None of which you'll find here, so get out of my-" you suddenly yelp, noticing a long, slithering creature in your peripheral.
Snakes, an odd fear for a botanist, but one that ran deeply within you. The cracked door must have allowed the creature to slither inside to the much warmer atmosphere of the greenhouse.
But unlike you, Adrian doesn't hesitate. He grabs a short, nearby shovel and beheads the snake with alarming precision before returning to you.
"Well thanks for the help, I guess, but my best friend Chris totally would have been 20 times cooler about it than you, just being honest!"
"Is this 'Chris' a botany major too?"
"No, but if he was, he'd be so much chiller than you!"
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"-but can I get your number?"
His question catches you very off guard, obvious by the look you give him.
"For research! What if I need plant knowledge, I don't know!"
It might be one of your dumb, dumb decisions, but considering that this guy was hot and just killed one of God's most evil creations, you may be persuaded to budge.
"I didn't think you'd want plant advice from an asshole."
"I didn't call you an asshole, asshole!"
"You implied it!"
"No I did not!"
And that, kids, is how I met your father-
⚖️₊˚ʚ 🌱 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.🔪
Chat should I make a part two ☝️☝️ also ignore if this is dookie, I haven't written fanfic in years I fear 😔 I just felt like writing a little one based on a request I got (I still don't know how to reply to a comment with a post, I feel like an old man discovering how Facebook works 😔)
also here's what I was listening to while writing ehe
