How You Met // Preferences (DEH character x Reader)
My first Preferences, this will probably go in order.
You looked all over your town for a job that didn’t make you want to die, and you’d found nothing. So you were at your last resorts, you needed a summer job and you’d take anything at this point. And as if sensing your need for a job, the local State Park called you about your application as a trail guide. Basically your job was to give tours to the Boy/Girl Scouts and anyone else who came for them, and if none were scheduled you’d be making sure the trails were clean of litter, safe for people, and clear of fallen trees. What they didn’t warn you about was fallen boys, you were free of tours for the day so you went out to clean up a trail Boy Scouts had used to get to a camp site. And about 100 feet away you saw a boy in a State Park uniform plummet to the ground, you dropped everything and ran to his side. He only broke his arm but you still made sure he got to the hospital and didn’t leave until he was allowed to leave as well. Due to his broken arm and breaking the park rules for climbing trees, you were is “buddy” at work. Basically you made sure he was ok and also not breaking more rules. He became your best friend and you his, little did you know how much that meant to him.
It was your first Lab day in your Junior Year biology class and you didn’t have a single friend in this class, over 3 years you didn’t have a single friend in this class. You crossed your fingers under the desk, praying that your teacher wouldn’t make you pick your partners. “Alright class pick a partner!” And with that your fate of being the only kid with no partner was sealed. You already knew you’d be the kid that was forced to working a group of three awkwardly, you knew that your teacher would announce to the class that you needed a partner and everyone would know that you have no friends. Than you felt a tap on your shoulder, you turned and you were met with black, you leaned you head back and realized Connor Murphy tapped you on the shoulder. “Do you um. Do you want to be partners? If not it’s okay, I’m know I’m a fucking freak and you probably have a partner already, I’m sorry,” You couldn’t help but giggle, his face was pink when he asked you and he seemed so nervous, it was sweet. Your giggles must have seemed like you were making fun of him because he instantly became angry and started stomping away. You grabbed his wrist,
“Connor I would love to be your partner!"
"Oh um well than we should um, fuck,” he whispered trying to form a sentence. You smiled and lead him to the supplies table, he sat in the open seat next to you. You walked behind him and gathered up all of his wavy locks
“What the fuck are you doing,” he growled, ripping his hair from your hands.
“Sorry Connor but you gotta pull your hair up for this lap, unless you want to light on fire,” you said holding up a hair tie. He didn’t respond, he just turned back to the lab table, so you gathered his hair up again, this time he didn’t refuse. So you ran you fingers through his hair, making it into a smooth little bun on his head. You didn’t know for sure but you swore The Connor Murphy, Mr. I’m so tough and I hate life itself, Connor ‘middle finger’ Murphy was smiling, and blushing?!
You were at a new school and hadn’t made a single friend in three weeks, the guidance counselor was more than worried. She listed off every club you could join, but you didn’t want to join a club, you didn’t need friends, you were fine. You looked at your shoes as she continued reading off all of the club names, you zoned out, thinking about what you could be doing instead of this. You were about to actually fall asleep when you heard “video game club”. The three words caught your attention, you needed an out here and you like video games, so you told her you’d join. It couldn’t be that bad could it, and besides nothing was worse than listening to your guidance counselor tell you how you need friends for an hour. This. This could be and was definitely worse than that, you walked in the room and you could feel every guys eyes start scanning you. You felt like a piece of meat, and all of these guys were starved dogs. So you scanned the room and found a guy wearing a shirt with your favorite superhero on it.
"Oh hey I love (fav hero),“
"Oh really? Well than tell me who their estranged wife marries in episode 38,” he said rolling his eyes at you, you tried to think of the answer but apparently that’s the kind of knowledge a “real fan” knows in seconds. “Fake fan! Stupid fucking bimbos trying to be 'nerdy and cute!’"
felt the anger bubbling inside you, you noticed he had his own laptop out and his head phone cord was really freaking long and wrapped around his coffee cup. You stood up and quietly grabbed the excess cord, you wrapped it into the back of his chair and waited for him to move.
A hand grabbed your arm just above your elbow, you plopped into a chair next to a boy with boxy glasses and large front teeth, he also had a hand on your arm. "You’re already my favorite person in this fucking room, Derek is a total douche. I’m going to help you out here,” he said an evil grin or spread across his face.
"Oh you’re going to help me huh?“ You raise a single eyebrow.
"Oi Derek, check this shit out!” The boy yelled, Derek swiveled his chair in your direction, his head phone cord pulling his cup on its side. His coffee spilled all over his key board. After 10 minutes of panicking his laptop turned off completely.
“I’m Jared by the way but you can just call me your partner in crime,” the boy in the glasses said once the humor had worn off of your prank.
"How can I can I call you if I don’t have your phone number?“ And as if the stars aligned you found your first friend and probably a pretty fucking great one.
You worked at cafe on the south side of town, you saw hundreds of faces everyday, some new and some old, some you remember and some you didn’t, but you’d never forget hers. She came in every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday, and always had a black and purple duffel bag on her shoulder. But those were the only constants, some days she wore baggy athletic clothes, others it was skinny jeans and what you assumed was a body suit, some days her hair was in a perfect bun others it fell over her shoulders. She never ordered the same thing twice and after two weeks you realized she was working her way down the menu, although she always asked what she could get with whip cream.
Today instead of leaving immediately she sat in a booth, she leaned against the wall her legs stretched across the chair. You were cleaning a table near her when you noticed the Stars on her ankles, they were drawn in blue pen. About a half hour she came up asking for a completely different drink to go, you made her order and drew a cluster of stars and something else on it. She thanked you and left, she didn’t notice your doodle yet, but you noticed she left her phone on the counter.
"Hey Mindy, that girl left her phone here I’m going to see if I can flag her down,” and with that you ran through the shop doors. She entered a building across the street, you ran after her.
"Hey hey Star Girl! You left your phone in the cafe!“ You said to her once you got through the doors. She turned around and your breath was taken way, she had taken off her jeans and you realized it wasn’t a body suit, it was a leotard. Suddenly all of the dots connected, the duffle bag, the athletic clothes, how she usually wore her hair in a perfect bun, She was a dancer!
"Oh my gosh thank you so much! If I lost this again my mom would actually kill me! Oh my goodness how can I repay you? And don’t say I don’t have to because I really do!” She chattered, her eyes lit up and you realized wow she’s more gorgeous up close. You ran through everything in your head and ended up saying the stupidest pick up line.
"You c-could repay me by um going on a ddate with me,“ you stumbled, not only did you drop a stupid line you also stuttered through it.
"I would absolutely love to, but I don’t have your number!”
"Oh really?“ You raised an eyebrow and turned her cup around so it faced her.
She laughed "I guess our relationship is just written in the Stars!” her smile took your breath away, in that moment you prayed to every god there was 'please let this one be gay’
YOU DON’T WANT A FUCKING MATH TUTOR. you definitely need one. BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN YOU W A N T ONE! You were failing math class, and if you failed this semester you’d flunk out and not even summer school could save your ass, aka you’d have to go through another year of hell. So your teacher told you that you will be tutored after school on Tuesdays and Thursdays in the school library by Alana Beck. You didn’t know her but you knew her reputation, literally the smartest kid in the entire grade, if anyone could save you it would be her. Also rumor has it she always smells like old books, that was weird as fuck but you shrugged it off.
You were waiting for Alana in the library, she was ten minutes late, and you kinda thought she might just not show up.
“Oh gosh I’m sorry I’m late, I was five minutes late and I felt so bad that I stopped and got us some snacks, and now I’m ten minutes late, you probably hate me,” she said all in one breath.
"Hey no it’s fine, I’m sure I’ll be late soon anyway!“ You said cracking open on of the sodas she bought you guys. After a hour of studying you felt like death, but Alana was so smart and funny and pretty and her voice was like honey and you were very tired. She finished packing up her books and you had just started, you expected her to leave but she didn’t, she silently waited for you to finish packing. You two walked to the student parking lot, talking about nothing in particular, when suddenly she stopped, you turned to face her.
”(Y/n) I think you’re really cool and I was wondering if you’d like to hang out this weekend, as acquaintances,“ she asked not looking up to meet you eyes.
"No I don’t want to hang out with you as acquaintances,” she quickly walked passed you, the rejection hitting her hated than she’d like to say. “But I would love to hang out with you as friends!” You yelled after her. She looked at you, her smile so wide, you pulled her into a hug, and she hugged back tighter. And in this hug you realized old books smell pretty fucking good.