I just read your "kravitz and taako meet at a (college?) party and taako's super drunk" fic and loved it. Did you ever/could you ever write a follow up to that scene?
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Part 1
“Hmmmm…”
Taako absentmindedly ran his hand through his hair that hung below him as he dangled upside down halfway off of his bed.
“Hmmmmmm…”
He shook out his hair and sat up, imagining that he probably looked quite glamorous as his hair fell forward to frame his face. He ruffled it a couple times for good measure (despite the fact that no one could see him), then tapped his phone against his chin a couple times. He unlocked it to look at his contacts page. For a few moments, his thumb hovered over the screen in hesitation.
“Ughhh!” He groaned and fell back so he was hanging upside down again.
It had been three days since he’d gotten sloppily drunk at a party and thrown himself at that (extremely sexy) classmate of his. Three days since Magnus had thoroughly embarrassed him even more than he’d embarrassed himself. Three days since Kravitz had given him his number.
I hope you’ll text me sometime. When you’re sober, that is.
Taako was most definitely sober now. And tomorrow he had his class with Kravitz. It would be a bit awkward to see him in person again without texting him.
But he just couldn’t fucking do it.
What was he supposed to say? Hey, it’s me. Cha’boy. You know, the guy who basically assaulted you while drunk? Sooo…you wanna go out sometime?
As if.
He groaned again - loudly - and sat back up. He’d spent the past three hours trying to figure out how to text Kravitz. Three hours. That’s more time than he spent on anything other than cooking, primping, or studying (though he wouldn’t admit that last one to anyone but his sister). Three hours of fruitless brainstorming. He absentmindedly ruffled his hair and flipped it a couple times as he glanced around his room, searching for ideas.
His eyes landed on where Kravitz’s jacket was hanging off the back of his chair. Taako grinned as an idea formed in his head.
Kravitz was beginning to regret giving Taako his number.
Three days and zero texts. Either Taako wasn’t as into him as it seemed, or he was too embarrassed about his behavior that night to contact him. But he didn’t really seem like the kind of guy to let embarrassment get in his way.
He nervously fidgeted with his pencil, rapidly tapping it against his textbook. He’d been trying to study the entire weekend but was too distracted. Why did he give Taako his number? Why didn’t he ask for Taako’s number instead?
No, that wouldn’t have worked. He never would’ve gotten up the nerve to text him. But at least then he would’ve known that the lack of communication was his own fault. This was just agony.
His thoughts were interrupted by his phone vibrating with a notification. He grabbed it - a bit too eagerly - and saw that he’d gotten a text from an unknown number. Oh gods. Kravitz took a breath before opening the text.
He spluttered a bit when he saw what Taako had sent him. It was a photo - nothing racy, but quite the glamour shot - of Taako wearing the jacket that Kravitz had loaned him. He was biting his lip and had one hand running through his hair in a suggestive pose. Underneath the picture, two more messages appeared.
Unknown Number: i think ill be keeping this bad boy for myselfUnknown Number: looks pretty good on me dontcha think?
Kravitz needed a few moments to process. How the hell was he supposed to respond to that? As he tried to gather his thoughts, he took the time to add Taako’s number to his contacts. After a few more moments, he came up with what he hoped was a sufficient reply. Gods, he hated flirting over text.
Me: I think you’d look better out of it
It only took a couple moments for Taako to reply, but it was quite possibly the longest few moments of Kravitz’s existence.
Taako: ooo spicy boyTaako: at least buy me dinner first Me: Is that all it takes?
Kravitz grimaced with immediate regret as he waited for a response.
Taako: listenTaako: you already saw me at that partyTaako: i think any semblance of integrity is already out the window my dude
Kravitz chuckled - nervously - and tapped his fingers on the table as he tried to gather up the courage to send another message.
Taako sat in his bed as he waited for Kravitz’s next text. He pulled his knees up to his chest, hugging the jacket tighter around himself . It was just because it was a really comfy jacket. And he wanted to make sure it smelled like him when he gave it back to Kravitz. It definitely had nothing to do with the crush he had on that guy.
Krav Boy: So do you want to go to dinner, then?
Taako chewed on his lip. He supposed it was his fault for making that dinner joke, but he didn’t know how to tell Kravitz that he didn’t really like any of the restaurants nearby.
Me: ehhh dinners too basicKrav Boy: Do you have better ideas for a second date? Me: SECOND date????Krav Boy: Yeah, the party was our first date Me: you got a pretty fuckin wild idea of what constitutes a date my dudeKrav Boy: How so?Krav Boy: We danced, we had a nice conversation, and I dropped you off at your place Me: i think you mean Me: i threw myself at you Me: i overshared about my dumb problems Me: my “”””friend”””” exposed me Me: and then you nagged me to drink waterKrav Boy: Forgive me. I won’t refer to it as a date, then
Taako sighed. Who the fuck texted so formally? He was going to have to work with him on that if they ever got past a second date.
Well, depending on what classified as a date.
Me: you hear about that new place that opened up on campus?Krav Boy: You’ll have to be a bit more specific than thatKrav Boy: I don’t really keep up with campus activities
Taako rolled his eyes. Hopeless.
Me: its one of those wine and pottery placesKrav Boy: Oh, I’ve never been to one of those. What’s it called? Me: the chug n squeeze
There were a few moments of silence where there wasn’t even any indication that Kravitz was typing out a response. Taako was starting to wonder what was going on when his phone rang.
“Hullo?” He asked, sitting up straight.
“The Chug N Squeeze?!” Kravitz’s voice came out in an undignified wheeze of laughter.
Taako couldn’t help but chuckle at the sound of his laugh. “Yeah, my dude.”
“I thought you were pulling my leg but I looked it up and it’s real.”
“Duh, I wouldn’t lie to you.” Taako twirled his hair around one finger. “Why’d you call me?”
“I, uh, I’m not a big fan of texting,” Kravitz said. “And I’m not too good at it.”
Yeah, no kidding. “Ah.”
“So would you like to go to the Chug N Squeeze with me this Friday?”
Ugh. Friday was so far away. But dates on weekdays were never fun. And besides, he’d get to see Kravitz in class before then. “Hell yeah, homie.”
There was a pause where Taako could practically feel Kravitz grin. “It’s a date.”
“Sounds good. Oh,” Taako hesitated, taking a millisecond to have an inner debate about what he wanted to say next. “Make sure to save me a seat tomorrow, kay? You always get to class way before me.”
“O-Oh. Yeah- Yes!” Kravitz stuttered. “I will.”
Couldn’t text or talk, it seemed. Taako smiled to himself. “Alright, see ya then.”
“See you.”
Taako hung up just as Lup burst into his room.
“Hey if I took a skeleton an- What the fuck are you wearing?!” She stopped dead in her tracks with an outright offended look on her face.
Taako felt his face grow hot as he grasped for a response. Kravitz’s jacket was very nice, but it was nowhere near Taako’s style.
“Uhhhh stole it from a guy,” He responded, trying his best to sound nonchalant about it.
She crossed her arms, very clearly not believing it. “And what possessed you to steal that jacket?”
Taako smacked his lips and opened his mouth to answer. “Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii…” He trailed off, blinking repeatedly as he failed his Deception roll. “Don’t know.”
Her ears perked up as if she’d just realized something. “Did someone give it to you?” She asked, a devious grin on her face.
“No.”
“Liar!” She took a running leap for his bed, landing forcefully enough to make Taako grab the mattress in an attempt to avoid being flung off his own bed. She pulled her legs under herself to sit cross-legged and clasped her hands together, resting her chin on them to give Taako her undivided attention. “Tell me his name!”
Taako wished with every inch of his soul that he could stop his cheeks from burning. “No. fuck you.”
“Taakooooooooo,” Her ears drooped and she pouted. “Pleeeeeeeaaaaasssse!”
“Get out of my room.”
“I’m not leaving till you tell meeeeeeee.”
Taako scowled at his sister, who stared right back with an indignant look. With each passing second, he could feel his willpower being worn down. Fuck.
“Fine! Gods, you win!” He threw his hands in the air and refused to meet Lup’s triumphant gaze. “Asshole. His name’s Kravitz.”
Lup frowned in thought and Taako grimaced as he waited for her to figure out where she’d heard that name before.
Her eyes suddenly widened in realization. “Is that the guy you said you would give-”
“SHUT UP!”
She leaned forward and excitedly drummed on Taako’s knees. “You got a date with that guy?! How? I thought he was, like, way out of your league!”
“Okay, first of all, rude,” Taako’s embarrassment was pushed to the side as he sat up to argue with his sister. “Second of all, I won him over with my charms.”
“So you made out with him while drunk?”
“No!” He said indignantly, crossing his arms.
Lup laughed. “Then what’d you do?”
“I…” Taako trailed off, knowing full well that he did not want to recount the events of that night to his sister. “I mean I did. Sorta. He wouldn’t let me.”
“Ooo, a gentleman?” She sat up straight and put on a posh accent. “This fellow sounds like quite the catch. How does he plan to court you, my dear brother?”
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