Welcome to the masterlist for all fanfic or fanfic related things by thevibraniumvoid. You can call me V! Here you'll find links to all of my fics, ranging from zero smut to a lot. All are marked accordingly. And I will NEVER write explicit content with an underage character so don't look for that here!
I do not write as much as I used to, but am known to be inspired from time to time. I mainly write for the MCU, especially Pietro Maximoff, but have dabbled in other fandoms.
MINORS DNI.
MARVEL
Pietro Maximoff Masterlist
Bucky Barnes Masterlist
Matt Murdock Masterlist
Billy Russo Masterlist
Strange Magic (Series - Complete)
description:Â stephen strange x witch!reader; youâre a powerful witch with a dark secret and stephen strange is determined to find out why youâre here.
STRANGER THINGS
Steve Harrington Masterlist
STAR WARS
Anakin Skywalker Masterlist
AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER
Out of the Ashes (One Shot)Â |Â Part 2
description:Â prince zuko x fire bender!reader; childhood friends to lovers; you and zuko grew up together, but you havenât seen him since the agni kai with his father. one of the first things he does when he gets back to the fire nation is look for you.
TRIPLE FRONTIER
Benny Miller Masterlist
MY HERO ACADEMIA
Better Things To Look At (One Shot)
description:Â katsuki bakugo x reader; established relationship; comfort fic; youâre having some doubts about your worth so bakugo gives you some aggressive positivity to cheer you up.
LEWIS PULLMAN CHARACTERS
City Girl (Series)
description: mini-series; friends to lovers; 18+; you're a city girl from California who is spending the summer at your aunt's ranch in Wabang. there, you form an unlikely connection with a bull rider named, Rhett.
Breathe On Me
description: one shot; 18+ NSFW; you've meet Todd Stevens at a KNA party, and the two of you enter a months' long "will they, won't they" dance until you both snap.
A Little Extra Sugar
description: one shot; 18+ NSFW; Todd decides to pay you a surprise visit with plans to ask you out, but stops short when he hears you moaning his name through the door.
Take It Slow
description: one shot; 18+ NSFW; after months of friendship and mutual pining, you and Bob have official started dating. his fears of hurting you have kept you from being intimate, but on your fourth date, you decide to finally give it a try.
Roses
description: one shot; FLUFF; you're a secretary at Hastings who has a secret love for science and a secret crush on Calvin. one day, you decide to be bold and gift him a jazz record.
I love when people ask "how did you learn this skill?" I just started, there's no secret. that's it. a vast majority of the time the only thing holding you back is your trepidation to start.
Summary: You're a secretary at Hastings Research Lab who has a secret obsession with science as well as the brightest scientist in the country: Calvin Evans. One day you decide to be brave and drop a gift at his door, which immediately puts you in his sights.
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: emetophobia TW (puking), social anxiety??, some self doubt that comes from being a woman in the 50s, PURE FLUFF
A/N: Don't ever ask me to actually talk about chemistry because I need that stuff explained to me like I'm five, but I can live vicariously through reader. I am open to writing a little more from this story though 0.0 This is for my husband, Calvin.
Working as a secretary at a research lab was surprisingly thrilling, or at least it was to you. Sure, being in charge of fetching coffee for men with huge egos and taking phone calls wasnât a dream, but it was theâŠeverything else that made it worth itâthe science. You had no university degree of your own, as it was highly discouraged in your family, but that didnât stop you from finding it all incredibly fascinating.Â
Prior to working at Hastings, you never imagined youâd be the kind of person who cared about chemistry, of all things, but that swiftly changed. All men loved to hear themselves talk, so you were constantly overhearing their conversations about their projects and hypotheses. A lot of it was theories, of course, but you slowly found yourself learning something you wouldnât have otherwise. Whether or not you did anything about it wasnât really a question at the moment, but you did keep a small notebook with you just in case.Â
You got along with the other ladies just fine, or at least you tried. You put in effort to engage in conversation and attend Franâs events, but you were naturally predisposed to keeping to yourself. You were a solid employee but didnât quite fit in all the way, placing you in a weird liminal space where you were hardly noticed until you were needed. It didnât help that your curiosity towards science was slowly growing, and you daydreamed in the cafeteria by yourself more often than not.Â
This all happened in tandem with your infatuation with Calvin Evans. He was one of the brightest minds in the entire country and a recluse at that. Youâd read everything about him and the work heâs done, and while it took using a dictionary to understand half of it, it was still incredibly interesting. People hardly ever saw him except in small intervals, like when he came running in in the morning or when he stopped by the vending machine at lunch for a pack of almonds. You often wondered how he managed to run every day and stay upright, considering he had the diet of a mouse.Â
Every other woman at Hastings had a crush on him, although based on what they said, they only ever used the words âhandsomeâ and âsmart.â Itâs not that he wasnât handsome; in fact, he was attractive to an unfair degree. However, you contemplated whether anyone here, especially those who worked longer than you, ever bothered to ask him a single, genuine question. As someone who tended to keep to herself, you couldnât help but wonder if he needed a friend, if he needed help, or if he needed something other than almonds to eat.Â
What an odd thing to daydream about.
One day, you found yourself wandering towards his lab. It was locked, and there were signs all over the door warning people to stay away. He reminded you of a vampire from horror books and films - creatures who mustnât be disturbed in the daytime. It was amusing. Through the door, you heard the very clear cacophony of jazz music, which was odd because you didnât think a scientist like Calvin Evans listened to such things while doing serious work. Yet every time you passed by that door, you heard it.Â
You took note: Calvin Evans likes jazz music.Â
When your curiosity became too much to bear, you decided to be bold. There was a stack of records that once belonged to your grandmother, which you inherited after her passing. Among them were a few jazz vinyls that you still liked to play whenever you missed her. They were precious, yet there was something in your heart pulling you to share them as if it were her in the afterlife.Â
That night, you wrote a well-crafted note:
Dear Dr. Evans,
My name is Y/N Y/L/N, and Iâm a secretary here at Hastings. Believe it or not, I am a fan of your work and couldnât help but notice that you have a love for jazz music. My grandmother listened to jazz frequently, and she left me her collection after she passed. I try to listen to them as often as I can, but unfortunately, they donât get nearly as much love as they deserve. Forgive me if Iâm being too forward, but I felt called to share some of her music with you. Perhaps itâll help with your scientific endeavors.
Y/N
You wrapped one of your grandmotherâs jazz records and took it to Hastings the next day. When you knew Calvin was in, you approached his lab with bated breath, wavering. You wavered at the door for a moment before sliding the thin package under the door with the note on top, and then waited with your heart in your throat. You heard his footsteps, saw the sight of his shadow under the door, followed by the crinkling of the package. It was then that you slowly backed away, but when you heard the door unlock, you dashed around the corner with a gasp.Â
Yes, you were fully aware that you were behaving like some schoolgirl.
The door eventually closed, and you exhaled in relief. Whatever music was playing before stopped with a soft scratch, and then shortly after, you heard the familiar sound of Duke Ellington filling the air. A soft smile lit up your face as your heart swelled.Â
Calvin Evans accepted your gift.
That day at lunch, you spotted Dr. Evans by the vending machine as usual, except this time he appeared to be searching for something - or someone. His brow was furrowed, his blue eyes scanning the area intensely with a sudden curiosity that he didnât usually spare. You glanced at him between bites of your food, and when his attention lingered on you, you looked down at your meal and nothing else. At first, you thought he saw through you, but when you finally looked up again, he was gone.
Of course, he doesnât know who I am.
But if you thought your secret would stay that way forever, then you were mistaken.
The following day, you were called into Calvinâs lab, which had all of the secretaries clucking like chickens as they wondered why Dr. Evans would be asking to see you. Of course, none of them knew about your little gift, and you didnât need them thinking there was anything else going on. You took a notepad and pen with you to seem less conspicuous, though you had a feeling you wouldnât need them.Â
When you approached Calvinâs door, you were internally panicking. His lab was such a forbidden, sacred space, and you had only ever been observing him from afar, so this was novel for everyone involved. Everything you knew about him was from magazines and what you heard from peers. You were simply operating out of marvel and an internal feeling you couldnât quite shake.Â
You knocked softly on the door, and following the sound of footsteps, it unlocked and swung inward. On the other side was Dr. Calvin Evans, dressed in a lab coat over a white shirt and slacks. For a brief moment, you were taken aback by his handsomeness, which was even more apparent up close. His brown curls were styled out of his face, and his blue eyes were as deep as the sea.
âDr. Evans,â you greeted lightly.
âMs. Y/L/N, the jazz enthusiast,â he stated.
Your cheeks warmed. âIâd say my grandmother was the enthusiast, but I do have an appreciation for it.â
He looked over his shoulder warily before stepping aside. âCome in.â
With tentative steps, you entered Dr. Evansâ lab, half curious and half afraid of imposing.Â
âDonât mind the mess,â Calvin said.
Lucky for him, you were less concerned with the mess and were simply admiring your surroundings. Despite working at a research lab, you very rarely entered the labs themselves, but even from the glimpses youâve caught, this one took the cake. The counters were stacked with beakers, flasks, test tubes, and other glass containers meant for experiments, as well as several other tools you had no name for. Papers, books, and even leftover almonds littered the workspace. You also spotted a record player with the familiar sleeve of your grandmotherâs record beside it. Even so, you gravitated towards the far wall with tall chalkboards full of chemistry equations that you only half-understood.Â
âFascinating,â you whispered.
âOh, are you familiar?â Calvin asked over your shoulder.
âVaguely.â
Calvin hummed. âI didnât know any of the secretaries had an interest in science.â
You scoffed, turning to face him.âYouâre looking at the only one here, I think, but donât be fooled. Iâm not as smart as any of the scientists here, especially not you. Itâs just a way to pass the time.â
He watched you as if you were a peculiar thing to be studied, which was extremely different from how the other men looked at you. When the others werenât busy making demands and actually looked at you, it was never at your eyes, but at some part of your body they craved. Thatâs what you were, a craving or a thing to ogle at. On the other end, when Calvin Evans looked at you, it was only into your eyes, and with a level of attention and interest that was refreshing.Â
With a shake of his head, he grabbed your grandmotherâs record from the table and brought it over to you.
âI just wanted to thank you for sharing this with me. I donât know what I did to receive your kindness, but I appreciate it. Thereâs been a lack of surprise around here, and this wasâŠa lovely surprise.â
You took it from him with a smile, turning it over. âDid you enjoy it?â
You didnât realize youâd never seen Calvin Evans smile until he did it to you, and it was the sweetest thing you had ever seen. It stirred something in your chest in a way you didnât expect.Â
âI did. It was fantastic,â he replied in earnest.
With this encouragement, your boldness returned.
âWell, I have plenty more back home. If youâd like, I can bring you another,â you offered shyly.
Calvin blinked a few times in surprise, his eyes lighting up. âIâd really like that, actually. If you donât mind, of course.â
âNo, I donât mind at all.â
The two of you stood there, smiling and holding each otherâs gaze awkwardly, when suddenly Calvin scowled in discomfort. He sniffled and cleared his throat, blinking a few times as he took a few steps back.
You eyed him warily. âAre you okay, Dr. Evans?â
He cleared his throat again and coughed, his face going red. âMs. Y/L/N. Does your perfume have benzaldehyde?â he choked out.
Your hand flew to the side of your throat, where you applied your perfume this morning.
âUmmm, IâŠI wouldnât know. Is thatâŠis that a problem?â you stammered.
âIâm incredibly allergic.â
Calvin stumbled backwards, frantically searching for something before bending over to throw up in a trash can. With a gasp, you instinctively walked forward to help him, but he waved you away.
âDonâtâŠDonât come any closer. Youâll make it worse,â he said frantically before throwing up again.
You were utterly mortified, stuck between wishing you could aid him somehow but not wanting to hurt him. Out of all the things to be allergic to, it had to be something so obscure, didnât it? Of course, this would happen to you.
âOh, my God. Iâm sorry. Iâm so, so sorry,â you stammered. âIâllâŠIâll get you some help!â
You dashed for the door, taking one more glance at a very sick Dr. Evans before disappearing.
As soon as you got home that day, you threw out that perfume. You felt so guilty about causing that allergic reaction that you avoided Dr. Evans for the next day. Luckily, the weekend came shortly after, so you didnât have to worry about seeing him at all. You took that time to research benzaldehyde at the library so you could avoid it in the future. It was a cherry-like aroma that not all perfumes had, but even then, it was better to be safe than sorry. You bought rose oil as a replacement, seeing as it was softer and more natural anyway.Â
You wanted to make it up to Calvin somehow, although you had a feeling he might not want to speak with you at all. He allowed you into his lab only for you to make him physically ill and contaminate his workspace. Regardless, an apology was the least you could do, and it would eat away at you if you didnât try. So you chose to take him some food. You usually made enough dinner for leftovers anyway, so one morning you packed an extra container of lasagna. And seeing as you told him youâd let him borrow another record, you wrapped up one of your favorites with a remorseful note attached.
Dear Dr. Evans,
I want to extend my sincerest apologies for making you so ill the other day. I cannot even begin to describe how utterly embarrassed I am, especially after you allowed me into your lab. I didnât know what benzaheldyde was or that one could be allergic to it, but Iâm well educated now. I even threw out my perfume as soon as I got home. However, Iâll make sure to keep my distance to avoid disturbing you again.Â
As an apology, Iâve included some homemade food along with another record, just as I promised. This one is one of my favorites. I hope you enjoy it.
Y/N
Just like last time, you approached Calvin Evansâ door, the warning signs even more apparent to your eyes. Through it, you could hear the sound of jazz music and the clinking of glass. You stood there once more, contemplating whether or not to present these items to him yourself, only to let anxiety win. Instead, you stacked everything before the door with the note resting on top, and knocked three times. You started backing away, but he must have bolted for the door, because you barely had enough time to flee before he opened it. You were barely slipping around the corner when he called out.
âWait!â
You froze like a deer in headlights, eyes wide and your heart hammering against your ribs. You carefully took a peek around the corner to see Calvin Evans, holding your gifts with the note open in his hand. He quickly scanned his gaze over it before meeting your eyes.
âDid you really throw out your perfume?â he asked.
You nodded, stepping out into the hallway fully. âI did. IâŠI use rose oil now.â
A soft smirk curved on his lips as he furrowed his brow. âThatâsâŠThatâs really thoughtful, Ms. Y/L/N. May I ask why youâre running away?â
You sighed heavily. âBecause I feel terrible about it, and I wouldnât blame you if you didnât want to see me. Like when people eat bad food and canât eat it again for years.â
Calvin fixed you with an odd look. âYouâre comparing yourself to bad food?â
A giggle rumbled in your throat. âIt was the closest thing I could think of.â
As if wanting to prove you wrong, Calvin set your gifts down on a nearby counter and walked towards you. Your heart beat so fast with each step, it may as well be a hummingbirdâs wings. He stopped just a few feet away from you, just enough to feel his body heat against your skin. His blue eyes flitted between yours curiously, and that soft smile never wavered.
Calvin took a deep breath before nodding. âRoses.â
âYes, roses,â you whispered.
He shifted his weight seriously. âI wouldnât compare you to bad food, Ms. Y/L/N. I wouldnât compare you to food at all. Thatâs pretty insulting.â
You huffed. âYou would be the first man to think that, Dr. Evans.â
His expression dimmed slightly, a glint of anger passing over his eyes, but not for you.
âYes, well, I find it insulting and demeaning, especially towards someone who is clearly more interesting than most people in this building.â
You gave him a strange look as your face warmed. You almost didnât believe that he was complimenting you so openly.
âAre you talking about me, Dr. Evans?â
Calvin chuckled. âOf course I am. Who else would I be talking about?â
âI donât know. I guess I find it surprising, considering weâve interacted so little.â
âThatâs why itâs even more significant that you already stand out to me.â
Your heart fluttered in your chest. âUsually thatâs a bad thing. At least when I do it.â
âYet nothingâs stopped you from dropping gifts at my door and learning chemistry in secret,â he replied.
You scoffed. âI wouldnât go that far. Youâd be surprised how much you can learn just from eavesdropping. They donât expect a woman to actually understand anything, let alone one that keeps to herself.â
âYet, you do.â
âI do. I find it intriguing,â you responded matter-of-factly.
Calvin grinned in a youthful, boyish way that made his eyes glitter. He traced his gaze over your face as if trying to make sense of you or memorize you, you werenât sure which. But always, always your eyes and face, nothing more.Â
He scratched the back of his neck and said, âWell, it seems I have a new record to listen to and some lasagna to eat⊠You eat at the cafeteria, right?â
âI do, yeah.â
âIs itâŠokay if I sit and eat with you today?â he asked hesitantly. âIâd like to give you my honest thoughts on both, and maybe answer any chemistry questions you might have.â
You brightened from within from the sudden excitement, like a sunrise cresting over the horizon. Calvin Evans never ate at the cafeteria, let alone with another person.
âOh, yes, of course,â you replied eagerly.
He nodded enthusiastically. âGreat. Great, Iâll see you later, then.â
âSee you later.â
Calvin walked back to his lab as you slowly started to back away. At the door, he took one last glance in your direction, and the two of you exchanged warm smiles before he sealed himself inside. The entire walk back to your desk, you couldnât stop grinning or thinking of the way he looked at you.Â
Summary: You're a secretary at Hastings Research Lab who has a secret obsession with science as well as the brightest scientist in the country: Calvin Evans. One day you decide to be brave and drop a gift at his door, which immediately puts you in his sights.
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: emetophobia TW (puking), social anxiety??, some self doubt that comes from being a woman in the 50s, PURE FLUFF
A/N: Don't ever ask me to actually talk about chemistry because I need that stuff explained to me like I'm five, but I can live vicariously through reader. I am open to writing a little more from this story though 0.0 This is for my husband, Calvin.
Working as a secretary at a research lab was surprisingly thrilling, or at least it was to you. Sure, being in charge of fetching coffee for men with huge egos and taking phone calls wasnât a dream, but it was theâŠeverything else that made it worth itâthe science. You had no university degree of your own, as it was highly discouraged in your family, but that didnât stop you from finding it all incredibly fascinating.Â
Prior to working at Hastings, you never imagined youâd be the kind of person who cared about chemistry, of all things, but that swiftly changed. All men loved to hear themselves talk, so you were constantly overhearing their conversations about their projects and hypotheses. A lot of it was theories, of course, but you slowly found yourself learning something you wouldnât have otherwise. Whether or not you did anything about it wasnât really a question at the moment, but you did keep a small notebook with you just in case.Â
You got along with the other ladies just fine, or at least you tried. You put in effort to engage in conversation and attend Franâs events, but you were naturally predisposed to keeping to yourself. You were a solid employee but didnât quite fit in all the way, placing you in a weird liminal space where you were hardly noticed until you were needed. It didnât help that your curiosity towards science was slowly growing, and you daydreamed in the cafeteria by yourself more often than not.Â
This all happened in tandem with your infatuation with Calvin Evans. He was one of the brightest minds in the entire country and a recluse at that. Youâd read everything about him and the work heâs done, and while it took using a dictionary to understand half of it, it was still incredibly interesting. People hardly ever saw him except in small intervals, like when he came running in in the morning or when he stopped by the vending machine at lunch for a pack of almonds. You often wondered how he managed to run every day and stay upright, considering he had the diet of a mouse.Â
Every other woman at Hastings had a crush on him, although based on what they said, they only ever used the words âhandsomeâ and âsmart.â Itâs not that he wasnât handsome; in fact, he was attractive to an unfair degree. However, you contemplated whether anyone here, especially those who worked longer than you, ever bothered to ask him a single, genuine question. As someone who tended to keep to herself, you couldnât help but wonder if he needed a friend, if he needed help, or if he needed something other than almonds to eat.Â
What an odd thing to daydream about.
One day, you found yourself wandering towards his lab. It was locked, and there were signs all over the door warning people to stay away. He reminded you of a vampire from horror books and films - creatures who mustnât be disturbed in the daytime. It was amusing. Through the door, you heard the very clear cacophony of jazz music, which was odd because you didnât think a scientist like Calvin Evans listened to such things while doing serious work. Yet every time you passed by that door, you heard it.Â
You took note: Calvin Evans likes jazz music.Â
When your curiosity became too much to bear, you decided to be bold. There was a stack of records that once belonged to your grandmother, which you inherited after her passing. Among them were a few jazz vinyls that you still liked to play whenever you missed her. They were precious, yet there was something in your heart pulling you to share them as if it were her in the afterlife.Â
That night, you wrote a well-crafted note:
Dear Dr. Evans,
My name is Y/N Y/L/N, and Iâm a secretary here at Hastings. Believe it or not, I am a fan of your work and couldnât help but notice that you have a love for jazz music. My grandmother listened to jazz frequently, and she left me her collection after she passed. I try to listen to them as often as I can, but unfortunately, they donât get nearly as much love as they deserve. Forgive me if Iâm being too forward, but I felt called to share some of her music with you. Perhaps itâll help with your scientific endeavors.
Y/N
You wrapped one of your grandmotherâs jazz records and took it to Hastings the next day. When you knew Calvin was in, you approached his lab with bated breath, wavering. You wavered at the door for a moment before sliding the thin package under the door with the note on top, and then waited with your heart in your throat. You heard his footsteps, saw the sight of his shadow under the door, followed by the crinkling of the package. It was then that you slowly backed away, but when you heard the door unlock, you dashed around the corner with a gasp.Â
Yes, you were fully aware that you were behaving like some schoolgirl.
The door eventually closed, and you exhaled in relief. Whatever music was playing before stopped with a soft scratch, and then shortly after, you heard the familiar sound of Duke Ellington filling the air. A soft smile lit up your face as your heart swelled.Â
Calvin Evans accepted your gift.
That day at lunch, you spotted Dr. Evans by the vending machine as usual, except this time he appeared to be searching for something - or someone. His brow was furrowed, his blue eyes scanning the area intensely with a sudden curiosity that he didnât usually spare. You glanced at him between bites of your food, and when his attention lingered on you, you looked down at your meal and nothing else. At first, you thought he saw through you, but when you finally looked up again, he was gone.
Of course, he doesnât know who I am.
But if you thought your secret would stay that way forever, then you were mistaken.
The following day, you were called into Calvinâs lab, which had all of the secretaries clucking like chickens as they wondered why Dr. Evans would be asking to see you. Of course, none of them knew about your little gift, and you didnât need them thinking there was anything else going on. You took a notepad and pen with you to seem less conspicuous, though you had a feeling you wouldnât need them.Â
When you approached Calvinâs door, you were internally panicking. His lab was such a forbidden, sacred space, and you had only ever been observing him from afar, so this was novel for everyone involved. Everything you knew about him was from magazines and what you heard from peers. You were simply operating out of marvel and an internal feeling you couldnât quite shake.Â
You knocked softly on the door, and following the sound of footsteps, it unlocked and swung inward. On the other side was Dr. Calvin Evans, dressed in a lab coat over a white shirt and slacks. For a brief moment, you were taken aback by his handsomeness, which was even more apparent up close. His brown curls were styled out of his face, and his blue eyes were as deep as the sea.
âDr. Evans,â you greeted lightly.
âMs. Y/L/N, the jazz enthusiast,â he stated.
Your cheeks warmed. âIâd say my grandmother was the enthusiast, but I do have an appreciation for it.â
He looked over his shoulder warily before stepping aside. âCome in.â
With tentative steps, you entered Dr. Evansâ lab, half curious and half afraid of imposing.Â
âDonât mind the mess,â Calvin said.
Lucky for him, you were less concerned with the mess and were simply admiring your surroundings. Despite working at a research lab, you very rarely entered the labs themselves, but even from the glimpses youâve caught, this one took the cake. The counters were stacked with beakers, flasks, test tubes, and other glass containers meant for experiments, as well as several other tools you had no name for. Papers, books, and even leftover almonds littered the workspace. You also spotted a record player with the familiar sleeve of your grandmotherâs record beside it. Even so, you gravitated towards the far wall with tall chalkboards full of chemistry equations that you only half-understood.Â
âFascinating,â you whispered.
âOh, are you familiar?â Calvin asked over your shoulder.
âVaguely.â
Calvin hummed. âI didnât know any of the secretaries had an interest in science.â
You scoffed, turning to face him.âYouâre looking at the only one here, I think, but donât be fooled. Iâm not as smart as any of the scientists here, especially not you. Itâs just a way to pass the time.â
He watched you as if you were a peculiar thing to be studied, which was extremely different from how the other men looked at you. When the others werenât busy making demands and actually looked at you, it was never at your eyes, but at some part of your body they craved. Thatâs what you were, a craving or a thing to ogle at. On the other end, when Calvin Evans looked at you, it was only into your eyes, and with a level of attention and interest that was refreshing.Â
With a shake of his head, he grabbed your grandmotherâs record from the table and brought it over to you.
âI just wanted to thank you for sharing this with me. I donât know what I did to receive your kindness, but I appreciate it. Thereâs been a lack of surprise around here, and this wasâŠa lovely surprise.â
You took it from him with a smile, turning it over. âDid you enjoy it?â
You didnât realize youâd never seen Calvin Evans smile until he did it to you, and it was the sweetest thing you had ever seen. It stirred something in your chest in a way you didnât expect.Â
âI did. It was fantastic,â he replied in earnest.
With this encouragement, your boldness returned.
âWell, I have plenty more back home. If youâd like, I can bring you another,â you offered shyly.
Calvin blinked a few times in surprise, his eyes lighting up. âIâd really like that, actually. If you donât mind, of course.â
âNo, I donât mind at all.â
The two of you stood there, smiling and holding each otherâs gaze awkwardly, when suddenly Calvin scowled in discomfort. He sniffled and cleared his throat, blinking a few times as he took a few steps back.
You eyed him warily. âAre you okay, Dr. Evans?â
He cleared his throat again and coughed, his face going red. âMs. Y/L/N. Does your perfume have benzaldehyde?â he choked out.
Your hand flew to the side of your throat, where you applied your perfume this morning.
âUmmm, IâŠI wouldnât know. Is thatâŠis that a problem?â you stammered.
âIâm incredibly allergic.â
Calvin stumbled backwards, frantically searching for something before bending over to throw up in a trash can. With a gasp, you instinctively walked forward to help him, but he waved you away.
âDonâtâŠDonât come any closer. Youâll make it worse,â he said frantically before throwing up again.
You were utterly mortified, stuck between wishing you could aid him somehow but not wanting to hurt him. Out of all the things to be allergic to, it had to be something so obscure, didnât it? Of course, this would happen to you.
âOh, my God. Iâm sorry. Iâm so, so sorry,â you stammered. âIâllâŠIâll get you some help!â
You dashed for the door, taking one more glance at a very sick Dr. Evans before disappearing.
As soon as you got home that day, you threw out that perfume. You felt so guilty about causing that allergic reaction that you avoided Dr. Evans for the next day. Luckily, the weekend came shortly after, so you didnât have to worry about seeing him at all. You took that time to research benzaldehyde at the library so you could avoid it in the future. It was a cherry-like aroma that not all perfumes had, but even then, it was better to be safe than sorry. You bought rose oil as a replacement, seeing as it was softer and more natural anyway.Â
You wanted to make it up to Calvin somehow, although you had a feeling he might not want to speak with you at all. He allowed you into his lab only for you to make him physically ill and contaminate his workspace. Regardless, an apology was the least you could do, and it would eat away at you if you didnât try. So you chose to take him some food. You usually made enough dinner for leftovers anyway, so one morning you packed an extra container of lasagna. And seeing as you told him youâd let him borrow another record, you wrapped up one of your favorites with a remorseful note attached.
Dear Dr. Evans,
I want to extend my sincerest apologies for making you so ill the other day. I cannot even begin to describe how utterly embarrassed I am, especially after you allowed me into your lab. I didnât know what benzaheldyde was or that one could be allergic to it, but Iâm well educated now. I even threw out my perfume as soon as I got home. However, Iâll make sure to keep my distance to avoid disturbing you again.Â
As an apology, Iâve included some homemade food along with another record, just as I promised. This one is one of my favorites. I hope you enjoy it.
Y/N
Just like last time, you approached Calvin Evansâ door, the warning signs even more apparent to your eyes. Through it, you could hear the sound of jazz music and the clinking of glass. You stood there once more, contemplating whether or not to present these items to him yourself, only to let anxiety win. Instead, you stacked everything before the door with the note resting on top, and knocked three times. You started backing away, but he must have bolted for the door, because you barely had enough time to flee before he opened it. You were barely slipping around the corner when he called out.
âWait!â
You froze like a deer in headlights, eyes wide and your heart hammering against your ribs. You carefully took a peek around the corner to see Calvin Evans, holding your gifts with the note open in his hand. He quickly scanned his gaze over it before meeting your eyes.
âDid you really throw out your perfume?â he asked.
You nodded, stepping out into the hallway fully. âI did. IâŠI use rose oil now.â
A soft smirk curved on his lips as he furrowed his brow. âThatâsâŠThatâs really thoughtful, Ms. Y/L/N. May I ask why youâre running away?â
You sighed heavily. âBecause I feel terrible about it, and I wouldnât blame you if you didnât want to see me. Like when people eat bad food and canât eat it again for years.â
Calvin fixed you with an odd look. âYouâre comparing yourself to bad food?â
A giggle rumbled in your throat. âIt was the closest thing I could think of.â
As if wanting to prove you wrong, Calvin set your gifts down on a nearby counter and walked towards you. Your heart beat so fast with each step, it may as well be a hummingbirdâs wings. He stopped just a few feet away from you, just enough to feel his body heat against your skin. His blue eyes flitted between yours curiously, and that soft smile never wavered.
Calvin took a deep breath before nodding. âRoses.â
âYes, roses,â you whispered.
He shifted his weight seriously. âI wouldnât compare you to bad food, Ms. Y/L/N. I wouldnât compare you to food at all. Thatâs pretty insulting.â
You huffed. âYou would be the first man to think that, Dr. Evans.â
His expression dimmed slightly, a glint of anger passing over his eyes, but not for you.
âYes, well, I find it insulting and demeaning, especially towards someone who is clearly more interesting than most people in this building.â
You gave him a strange look as your face warmed. You almost didnât believe that he was complimenting you so openly.
âAre you talking about me, Dr. Evans?â
Calvin chuckled. âOf course I am. Who else would I be talking about?â
âI donât know. I guess I find it surprising, considering weâve interacted so little.â
âThatâs why itâs even more significant that you already stand out to me.â
Your heart fluttered in your chest. âUsually thatâs a bad thing. At least when I do it.â
âYet nothingâs stopped you from dropping gifts at my door and learning chemistry in secret,â he replied.
You scoffed. âI wouldnât go that far. Youâd be surprised how much you can learn just from eavesdropping. They donât expect a woman to actually understand anything, let alone one that keeps to herself.â
âYet, you do.â
âI do. I find it intriguing,â you responded matter-of-factly.
Calvin grinned in a youthful, boyish way that made his eyes glitter. He traced his gaze over your face as if trying to make sense of you or memorize you, you werenât sure which. But always, always your eyes and face, nothing more.Â
He scratched the back of his neck and said, âWell, it seems I have a new record to listen to and some lasagna to eat⊠You eat at the cafeteria, right?â
âI do, yeah.â
âIs itâŠokay if I sit and eat with you today?â he asked hesitantly. âIâd like to give you my honest thoughts on both, and maybe answer any chemistry questions you might have.â
You brightened from within from the sudden excitement, like a sunrise cresting over the horizon. Calvin Evans never ate at the cafeteria, let alone with another person.
âOh, yes, of course,â you replied eagerly.
He nodded enthusiastically. âGreat. Great, Iâll see you later, then.â
âSee you later.â
Calvin walked back to his lab as you slowly started to back away. At the door, he took one last glance in your direction, and the two of you exchanged warm smiles before he sealed himself inside. The entire walk back to your desk, you couldnât stop grinning or thinking of the way he looked at you.Â
was at a family event earlier today and i said something about how the ending to the show YOU was about how narcissistic manipulators deserve to die and that was not well received. sorry for being too real
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