hello
i tried, okay? i tried HAHAHAHAHA
this is just a short drabble idk i just i cant write for shit and i will prolly delete this soon but hey its sorta fluffy so why not leave it here for a while? shaksjaisbsis i honestly dont know where this was going
Title:“But you love me?”
Warnings: NONE!
Content: Fluff???????????? ((and shit writing i guess HAHA))
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You groaned.
It was your first day at University and you already hated it.
“I look like absolute crap.” you muttered under your breath, securing your Student ID to its lace as you wore it around your neck. You don’t know how the guy at the Student Services Office had managed to mess up while taking your ID picture. You were sure to do your make-up extra good today so that you could at least look decent for your picture, only to be captured by the shutter at exactly the wrong moment. Good thing it was possible to change IDs after a semester or you would’ve dreaded having your face appear on the screen every time you entered the campus.
“Morning, [Y/N].” Peter greeted as he took the seat next to you. You sank even deeper into your seat.
You said nothing to your boyfriend, and he kept on looking at your sour expression. You simply just slumped in your seat as you took out you notebook.
“Hey,” he said, poking your cheek, “what’s got your–uhm b-braids in–uhm a t-twist?” He grimaced and wiggled his eyebrows in an effort to make you laugh. He took your fishtail braid and fiddled with the ends. “Hm?”
You smiled at his failed attempt at word play and sighed, “Look. hideous.” you said, motioning to your ID.
Without even looking at it, he laughed, “Babe, you’re beautiful. Don’t worry about it.” He knew how unconfident you got about your looks but he knew exactly what to say every time. Whether it was “you’re the best thing I could’ve ever happened to me” or “gees, I sure love it when you call me a dork.” Peter was sweet like that. He kissed your cheek and went to look for his notebooks in his messy backpack.
“Easy for you to say.” You said, “You’re like attractive attractive.”
Your little comment made Peter drop his pen just as he was taking it from your pencil case. “Me? Wha-” he said in his usual stutter as he picked up the pen from the floor. “I m-mean, yeah, I’m cool” he started playing with the pen in his hand, “and haaaaaaaaaaaawt.” You giggled at his cocky act and inched your face closer to his.
“Really now?” you said, tilting your head to one side. Bright red flushed across Peter cheeks. “I uhm I–”
You gave him a quick peck on the lips to shut him up. “You’re such a dork, Pete.”
He chuckled. “But you love me?”
“I do,” you said, nuzzling your face into his neck. “very much.”
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