Ikévamp Headcanons: MC gets a serious injury doing chores
⚠️TW: mentions of blood and injuries
Le Comte:
- When refilling the freshly laundered towels in La Thermae, you underestimate just how slippery the floor is and take a fall, smacking your head hard on a corner
- It only takes a few moments for you to come to, but the incredible pain in your head stops you from sitting up, all you can do is clutch your head in dizzying agony and wait for someone to find you
- Comte gets a funny feeling and decides to go looking for you and panics when you don’t respond to him calling your name for that long. He’s beside himself with worry when he finally finds you on the floor with a bloody head, groaning
- “Chérie?! What’s happened here- Can you hear me?” He’s cradling your head in his lap and applying some pressure to your wound with his napkin. Thankfully the bump is bigger than the gash and you’re still conscious
- When the bleeding has seemingly stopped, he picks you up and hurries to get you to your room while calling for Sebastian to fetch a doctor. He’s gentle and careful as he lays you on your bed
- Comte will check on you all the time and asks the other residents to keep their eyes on you to make sure you’re feeling okay and you’re not working yourself hard
- He takes it upon himself to change your bandages and give your head a gentle kiss in apology for what happened to you even though you reassure him that it was just an accident
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Leonardo:
- You’re dusting the shelves in the library on ladder that stretches nearly to the ceiling when you lose your footing and end up hurtling towards the ground, landing with a sickening snap
- An ungodly scream escapes you as you see bone sticking out of your leg and the pain starts to flood in, blood staining your frock
- It doesn’t take long for Leonardo to burst through the double doors and run to your aid, followed by Le Comte, both of them fraught with worry
- “Cara mia?! What’s the- Oh no. I see, you had a little fall, yeah? Stay there, dolcezza-” He tries to calm you down while you cry, gently lifting you onto the nearby sofa as Comte props up a cushion for you to elevate your leg on
- “Scusa, let me just adjust your pillow. Can you take some deep breaths for me, cara mia? Brava, just like that. You’re doing great.”
- “Keep her calm and her leg high, Leonardo. Chérie I’ll be back with a doctor soon, please be still.” He leaves as quickly as he entered and now its just you and Leonardo, letting you squeeze his hand as hard as you can to distract yourself from the pain
- He’s angry at himself for not telling you to be careful on the ladder and you can guarantee you won’t be allowed back up it any time soon
- Once you’re bandaged up and have a cast on, Leonardo doesn’t let your feet touch the ground once. You’re on bedrest for a while and in that time he reads to you and has the other residents visit you with various ways to keep you entertained
- If you need to leave for anything, he’s carrying you like a featherweight bride and checking on your leg all the time, he knows you’ll take a lot longer to heal than he would and he hates to see his little compagna in pain
- “Don’t forget to ask for help every now and then, yeah? I can only stand to see you hurt so many times before I roll you up in sheets and stick you in my room so you don’t get hurt again.”
- There is now a sign permanently stuck on the ladder that reads “No Lambs Allowed Beyond This Point”, courtesy of Leonardo
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Arthur:
- You’re cleaning in the kitchen, standing on an old battered chair when one of the legs gives way and you tumble down, the counter top colliding with your ribcage as you let out a yelp of pain
- The injury feels severe as the slightest movement puts you in agony, and you call out for Arthur to help you. He’s there in moments, rushing to your side and helping you to sit up and spotting the broken chair
- “What happened, luv? Was it this blasted chair? I’ll smash this thing to splinters! Oh, sweetheart-” His past medical experience comes in handy with how to deal with the injury but you still need proper treatment, so he’s delicately and slowly carrying you to your room until another doctor can be called in
- He fetches as many pillows and cushions as he can, even pinching them from his own bed to build you a complete pillow fort so you don’t have to move a muscle, not that there’s room to move amongst your plush castle
- “Forget writing, my talents clearly lie in construction! Wouldn’t you say? Who needs Sherlock Holmes when I can *build* Sherlock *homes*?”
- “If it didn’t cause me physical pain I would throw every single one of these pillows at you, dork.” You groan, trying to suppress any laughter that might cause you pain again
- It takes a while for you to heal up completely but Arthur is there every step of the way helping you wash and dress and he’ll watch over you in the night so you don’t move around too much and hurt yourself more
- “No more standing on chairs now, alright? You had me worried sick, if anything’s going to stop you from walking I want it to be me~ Haha, I’m just playing, luv. But I’m serious about you being careful.”
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Theodorus:
- You’re pruning the tall hedges around the mansion when you try to reach just a little too high and the ladder slips from under you and you fall, hard
- Fortunately, Theo was just coming back home from a deal and saw you fall, and he’s already running to help you as fast as he physically can
- You’re on the ground in tears, clutching your limp and oddly angled wrist as Theo wraps an arm around you and takes hold of your injured wrist in his other hand
- “Your hurt your paw didn’t you, Hondje? Do me a favour and tell me how many clouds you see over there, okay?” He tries to keep you distracted while he scoops you up and takes you inside gruffly shouting for Arthur
- It takes a little while to get you fixed up but eventually your wrist is straightened and bandaged tightly and Theo is very strict about you resting it
- “What were you thinking, knabbeltje? Next time call your master when you need something up high, when I saw you fall, I was terrified.”
- He forbids you to do any chores no matter how much you insist you can do it one handed and every now and then he pulls you close and gives you little kisses on your wrist
- After that you find that your high up chores are all mysteriously done for you and Theo suspiciously denies all knowledge
Requestedbyanon: “Hello glorious author-chan! I have a request for you. I have a fun little imagine for you. Can you make an Ikemen Vampire imagine of what their reactions would be like in modern times?”
A/N: I honestly don’t know what this is, like it ended up as the child of a drabble and a headcanon.
Warning: implied smut and nudity (come on Arthur is here)
Napoleon Bonaparte:
He’d be shocked and in awe at the same time.
Wanting to know EVERYTHING about how people live in the 21st century.
Is it a better, easier life? Is everyone treated equally and safe?
He’s astonished by the night lights as well, so bright and beautiful.
It’s absolutely unforgettable and he stays up at night a little longer to watch the busy city below, drinking the beautiful view until he falls asleep.
Also more content with the clothing fashion.
Yes it’s very unusual to him since he’s not used to it but clothes used to be so uncomfortable, especially for women.
Though he really didn’t feel comfortable with such revealing clothes.
He’s very cute about it around you though, hiding in your neck with flushed, embarrassed cheeks.
Leonardo Da Vinci:
Doesn’t show his amazement as much except through his tone of voice.
Wants to know how a phone works.
Surprisingly – or unsurprisingly – not having to explain it regularly, he picks up on it very quickly.
He’s very impressed.
Your days were divided into visiting shops, showing him technologies, public transport, probably every single thing about the city and cuddling in bed and showing him how the TV works because “the mattress is so comfortable”.
Even though you know how comfortable a surface is, never stopped him from falling asleep.
He really likes it in the modern day.
I think he would be one of the residents that would fit in rather quickly and easily.
Comte De Saint Germain:
It’s not that much of a shocker for him for obvious reasons but because you’d spent your life in modern day, he got to see your view and had a much positive outlook on it.
Not that it was negative to begin with, he just didn’t pay as much attention to it before and now that he has, it’s eye opening, in a way.
He loved the sparkle in your eyes as you rejoiced in the things you used to know before you travelled back in time.
It was a sight for sore eyes.
He enjoyed visiting with you, even though he spent more time seeing the twinkle in your eyes than being happy over the smaller things.
Comte is much more open about PDA for obvious reasons and he feels the modern day is something the both of you share as a precious memory now.
Arthur Conan Doyle:
His demeanour is one of someone who’s seen everything already but the huge smile and eyes just showed that he was a little boy excited about discovering everything.
Arthur dragged you around to tell him how things work if he couldn’t pick up on by himself.
You went to a mall and Victoria’s Secret caught his eye so fast it was S C A R Y.
“Try this sweetheart, and this and this-”
Yes, despite all your protests, you spent the whole day in the store trying on clothes for him.
He enjoyed it very much.
Arthur promised he would discover something new with you that didn’t involved being naked.
How nice of him *chokes*
It was a tiring day for you since you did all the standing, changing and displaying for him.
But the night provided to be very rewarding hehe
If you know what I mean
;)
You know what I mean, why am I saying this.
Theodorus Van Gogh:
He has a similar behaviour to Arthur at first, indifferent behaviour but very curious eyes.
You can tell he doesn’t want to ask questions but wants the answers.
So you just start talking and explaining things.
He’s a little flushed because he would have told you to stop talking by now but he doesn’t since you’re informing him on everything.
Theo would keep visiting until you got tired and wouldn’t hesitate to carry you back to your place and cuddle up on the couch.
Showing him how the TV works but he prefers sleeping in your bed because it’s so comfy and he can hug you.
Vincent Van Gogh:
“WOW!” *sparkly eyes*
Asks you about EVERYTHING
Holds your hand the whole time.
Also he apologises for always inquiring about everything.
Reassuring him that it’s alright.
Proceeds to go back to questioning everything.
Politely asks if you guys can go to an exhibition the next day to see paintings and saying yes.
Very gladly cuddling in your neck and saying how amazing everything is.
He’s too cute T-T
Vincent was smiling in his sleep because he got to discover so many new things with you and he couldn’t express how content he was.
Your heart is constantly melting as he acts like an overjoyed puppy.
He’s forever thankful to you and this will always be engraved in his memory.
Amadeus Mozart:
The pianist can’t physically hide his amazement.
“Can we go to an instrument store?”
Holds your hand tightly and keeps you close like he’s protecting you.
When in fact it should be the other way around given that you have lived your entire life in the modern day.
But you already knew that ♀️
His eyes light up more than they already did when you enter an empty store and there are three or four pianos.
Mozart let his fingers caress the smooth surface, taking in all the details of the instruments.
He’s relieved that they didn’t change as significantly as everything else in the world.
Lowkey wants to buy all the pianos because he wants to try them.
A very confused boy at attire.
And blushing at how more ‘revealing’ they are.
He could get used to this.
Jean D’Arc:
He would be in silent shock, staying close to you and looking around in amazement.
Jean would be pretty shy about asking too many questions, not wanting to bother you.
Reassuring him that it was fine, similar to Vincent.
Jean was somehow more considerate about it, not wanting to bother you with his inquiries.
Whispering questions and trying so hard to try and make sense of things himself, sometimes it works, kind of!!
Like Napoleon, he’s relieved the world is happier and fairer.
It was a huge shock for him at first, everything was different, but he was fortunate enough to be with you.
Now he reminisces of the experience as a magical moment that will forever be engraved in his memory.
Isaac Newton:
Absolutely astonished.
He has so many questions but he didn’t know where to start.
Similar to Jean, he was a little shy about asking questions and trying to solve things on his own.
Being surprised at how complex things turn out to be.
Isaac has mixed emotions about knowing that the foundation of physics are his three famous laws.
Because the world seemed overwhelmingly unknown and huge, he nearly clung onto you.
You locked your arm with his, seeing his unease but also not wanting to trouble you.
He felt better instantly and silently thanked you, blushing in embarrassment.
The first thing you taught him was what a phone was and about the kindergarden/school system.
You reminisce about how he went along into town with Napoleon to attempt to teach children.
It wasn’t a particular detail he would have inquired about but he feels strangely relieved about it.
He was touched by the small details you remember about him and he keeps it in mind.
It was an unforgettable experience for him to have with you.
But something he does not want to let go is the bed, it’s shockingly comfortable for him.
Osamu Dazai:
“Wow, are you seeing this (Not Y/N)-chan?”
“That’s not my name-”
“What is this?”
No shame about asking whatsoever.
“Miraculous!”
A lot of him grinning and praising everything and anything, including you.
“You’re delightful (Y/N)-chan, such an interesting answer!”
“D-did you just call me by my nam-”
“Are you coming (Not Y/N)-chan?”
“Nevermind,” you grumble, pouting as you follow behind him.
He chuckled, finding you so cute before cupping your cheeks and openly kissing you in public.
Dazai finds even more amusement with how flushed you are for a while as you clung onto his arm, answering questions with a breathy tone.
Despite his second degree humour throughout everything, he’s actually thoroughly enjoyed spending time doing this with you and becoming a treasured memory.
William Shakespeare:
He was actually rendered speechless for a long while.
Which was unusual for him obviously.
But it was a little disconcerting for him since he always had something to say.
You couldn’t help but eye him admiring everything.
Despite his unnerving silence, the way his eyes lit up was something that you didn’t know you needed to witness.
It looked like he found something to look forward to in life. (can’t relate lol)
That thought alone made you hopeful and sad at the same time.
He was always very polite and considerate about inquiring about things.
As in, he always read the ‘room’ before asking, wanting to stay in your good graces, even though he is already in them.
Finding the bed in your place being painfully heaven-like.
If he wasn’t as invested in learning about the modern world, he would totally examine and savour the beauty that is a bed.
Without you knowing, however, he would spend a lot of time studying you as well.
It was fascinating to him, seeing you enjoying yourself in your natural habitat.
Sebastian:
I mean he lived there before so there isn’t much to say.
He does reminisce a lot though, all previous memories rushing back.
Just as if the residents were a long dream.
One thing that surprised him a little was that he enjoyed spending time with you in the modern day so much that it’s in a smal, different compartment in his brain altogether.
Basically nostalgia but also happy new memories.
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Hello there darling! I hope you wouldn’t mind if I drop in a request? :3 I would like to request Headcanons of Theo if you don’t mind~ ❤️ How would he react to an artist reader who made art of him and showed it to him, but starts crying because they thought he wouldn’t like it? I hope this ask isn’t too much, it’s just that I love him to pieces ❤️ Thank you! @sweettangy
Hi Hi Dear!❤❤❤ Eeeeeep thank you so much for the request! Hehehe also thanks for waiting sooo long!❤❤ ❤ So here ya go……..
You were an incredibly talented artist, and you honestly loved to draw, sketch and paint
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
You were overjoyed when you first came to the mansion and was surrounded by so many great figures and artists ❣╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯❣
One of them being Vincent! (♡ >ω< ♡)
You had loved his works since you were but a wee lil child.
So imagine your surprise when you also discovered that his younger brother, actually was just as passionate, if not more passionate about art then you were ◑.◑
It was something you and the young Dutchman spent hours and house chatting about and bonding over❤
ヾ(＾-＾)ノ
Different artists, art styles, techniques and of course, how much art had changed through the ages
What the younger van Gogh didn’t know was that you were actually an artist just like his older brother. ≡≡≡≡φ(＾∇＾*)
The way Theo lit up whenever he spoke about art was downright beautiful and inspiring, and well you couldn’t help but want to fill pages and pages in your sketchbook, trying to capture his radiant brilliance
✲ﾟ｡.(✿╹◡╹)ﾉ☆.｡₀:*ﾟ✲ﾟ*:₀｡
You must have sketched his gorgeous features a thousand time throughout the month
＿ﾍ(◕‿◕✰)
One day you and the two Dutch brothers were out taking king for a walk in one of Vincent’s favourite flower fields (◕▿◕✿)
Vincent set up his easel and started painting the lush field of flowers, while Theo went about playing with his energetic ball of fluff ໒(◉ᴥ◉)७
The sight of Theo tacking King to the ground and then being attacked by an array of loving kisses from the dog had your heart downright melting
Inspiration hit! (≧∀≦)
And all you could think about doing was painting the scene before you
“Vincent?” you tapped the blond Dutch on the shoulder in hopes that he wasn’t already too absorbed in his painting (〃ω〃)
“Hmmm” he hummed back, turning to look at you with a sunshine smile
✿◕ ‿ ◕✿
“Could I perhaps borrow some scrap paper and pencils,” you asked shyly as your face flushed red ≧☉_☉≦
The older brother was more than happy to share his art supplies with you!
You low key went to his room that night and asked if you could borrow a few more of his art supplies cause you really wanted to paint the scene you had sketched out earlier
This angel was overjoyed!
He legit set up a whole mini art studio in your room for you, just cause he was so excited to have a fellow artist in the house {´◕ ◡ ◕｀}
So you got to painting the cute scene stuck in your head
Theo and king playing in the field
Between working with Theo and helping Sabas out around the house, you painted
Until finally one day your painting was complete ◦°˚\(*❛‿❛)/˚°◦
It was low key the best painting you had ever done, and to say you were proud of it would be an understatement
You were just about to cover up the masterpiece when Vincent came into your room to bring you some new paints he had discovered at some local art store
His eyes fell upon your painting, and he legit started tearing up
“This is absolutely breathtaking! Have you shown Theo yet.” He asked sending you the sunniest smile, all while marveling at the beauty of your art (´ ▽｀).。ｏ♡
“I- um, you don’t think he will think it’s weird that I painted him?” ( ˘･з･)
Vincent legit shook his head and gave you a reassuring pat on the head, “If I know Theo, he will absolutely love it!” ╰(✿´⌣`✿)╯♡
With the extra confidence booster and encouragement from the resident angel you decided to show your masterpiece to your dearest love
That night you randomly heard a knock on your door.
“Theo? Did you need something?” (・・?
He rolled his eyes and scoffed, slightly confused,” Vincent said you wanted to show me something, insisted it couldn’t wait till morning.”
(¬‿¬)
His blue eyes narrowed as he stared down at you, that is until out the corner of his eyes he spotted the covered canvas in the corner of your room
His eyes lit up as he made his way past you to the covered masterpiece, “Vincent gift you a painting or something?” (＊◕ᴗ◕＊)
You sighed following behind him, anxiety filling your chest as you softly spoke up, “No, I painted that one.” (^^;)
“You?” his piercing eyes shifted from the canvas to you. He knew you loved art, but all his days spent with you, you had never mentioned anything about actually being an artist (≖︿≖✿)
He moved closer to the painting hand resting on the sheet covering it,
He smirked over his shoulder at you, “mind if I take a look.” （｡◑ヮ◑｡）
You heart hammered in your chest as you gave a small nod
Theo pulled the white cloth covering the painting down in one fell swoop, revealing his own smiling, carefree face staring back at him (*^｡^*)
The room was filled with silence as his oceanic eyes examined the painting
Theo was left speechless (´｡✪ω✪｡｀)
This, this painting was magnificent *cough* and not because he is the one that was painted *cough*
Heat rapidly spreading to his cheeks the longer he examined the painting
He let go of a scoff in an attempt to calm his beating heart (●´ω｀●)ゞ
He could tell you had put your whole heart and soul into the art piece and the emotions radiating from the painting had all his senses overwhelmed
The tears pricked at your eyes, and your lip started quivering
｡：ﾟ(｡ﾉω＼｡)ﾟ･｡
You knew you shouldn’t have shown it to him, kept it a secret. He probably hates it. Think it’s uninspired. Thinks you are a mega creepo for painting him
With each silent moment passing your head was filled with more anxious thoughts. (⌯˃̶᷄ ﹏ ˂̶᷄⌯)ﾟ
The man’s face gave nothing away.
And that’s when it happened, when you were unable to hold back the tears threatening to spill from your eyes ʕ ಡ ﹏ ಡ ʔ
You quickly picked up the white sheet and moved to cover up the painting, but Theo’s large hand came up to rest on your shoulder to stop you
“Hondje, this, this, you did this?” he was completely awestruck and overcome with emotion (◕ㅁ◕✿)
He turned to you, and the moment he spotted your red eyes and tear-stained cheeks he frowned down at you in confusion
“Ah what are those tears for, don’t tell me you’re moved to tears by your own artistry.” he teased with a small smirk (¬‿¬)
He then brought his hands up to cradle your cheeks, wiping your tears away with his thumbs, “Why didn’t you tell me you could paint this beautifully, talent like this deserves to be shared with the world!.” his eyes lit up, taking on that same passionate blue flame it did whenever he would speak about his dearest brothers artworks (ᗒᗨᗕ)
You averted you gave, managing to speak up through sobbed hiccups, “I was scared you would hate it,” (っ- ‸ – ς)
He gave your cheek a light pinch smiling mischievously at you, “belachelijk”
~(｡ಠ︵ ಠ@)>
“Ow! What the hell was that for,” you yelped out, glaring at the man while rubbing your cheek (˵¯͒⌢͗¯͒˵)
“Are you done barking about some nonsense, what even gave you the idea I would hate it,” he asked rolling his eyes ಠ_ಠ
“Because… No matter how many sketches and paintings I make, they just don’t seem good enough to show THEE THEO VAN GOGH!”
૮(ꂧꁞꂧ)ა
//cue Theo bursting into a hearty laughter
You pouted at the man, ready to cover up your painting and crawl into a hole.
That is until he gently lifted your chin to look into his stormy eyes, “First of all that painting over there is breathtaking, also I would be a crappy boyfriend if I didn’t appreciate my pup’s magnificent talent. Second of all… Wait, did you say you have more?” (｀◕‸◕´+)
His eyes lit up in childlike excitement as they fell onto your sketchbook, laying on the edge of the table ( ✪ワ✪)ノʸᵉᵃʰᵎ
This boy be proud of every single one of your artworks
He low key took that painting you did of him and hung it up in his room next to Vincent’s (ஐ╹◡╹)ノ
Low key wants to start selling your art and displaying them in galleries!
He is never judgmental about anything you show him if anything is super supportive and encouraging about everything you do
Hope ya enjoyed this love! Sending all the hugs! Hope u have a good day❤❤❤☺☺☺
A gift fic for @ikehoe as part of @ikemenlibrary’s Ikevamp Gift Exchange - thank you Bryn, for putting this together for us!
Rating:G Theodorus van Gogh x Female Reader Additional tags/warnings: mutual pining, light angst, fluff, 1600+ word count
AN: I hope you enjoy, Chonk! :)
“And for the Van Gogh brothers,” you start cheerfully, proud of the way you’ve balanced the two hot plates on your arms, “tall stacks, heavy on the syrup for Theo.” You set one plate of pancakes in front of each brother.
Theo opens his mouth to say something to you. Before he can, you grab a silver dish from the rolling tray behind him and set it next to his plate. “Extra syrup,” you say, a little smugly.
He closes his mouth.
“Oh, you’ve gotten really good at this,” Vincent remarks, his cornflower blue eyes lit up with delight. “It’s almost like you can read his mind.”
His words hit you somewhere near your ribs, triggering that all-to-familiar ache in your chest. It always starts the same way, and if someone were to ask you to describe the feeling, you would tell them it feels a little like heartburn: a flicker that begins beneath your skin and works its way into a full-blown inferno in no time at all. If only it were true that I could read his mind, you think to yourself ruefully. If that were true— You cut the thought off before it can go any further. “Well,” you start, flashing them a smile that never falters even though you can feel the corners of your mouth trembling with the effort to hold it. “It isn’t hard to do. Theo’s breakfast preferences are very predictable.”
You will never get used to the way you feel when Theo looks at you… and you will never stop wishing that one day you will see love or affection in that gaze. You’ve dreamt about it, longed for it, hoped against all odds that he might one day look at you with feelings that mirror the ones in your heart.
Author:@maanawa Fandom: Ikemen Vampire Character(s): Theodorus van Gogh / MC (female) Rating: Technically M but probably closer to T, tbh Warnings:Modern AU. Way too much fluff…way too much.
Prompt:Drunken confessions/roommate AU Summary:“Call it dumb luck but, baby, you and I can’t even mess it up, though we both tried.”
Theo could only look on, a confusing swirl of embarrassment and curiosity leaving him rooted to the floor and transfixed on the conversation going on in front of him. He had left her for two minutes, at most - it wasn’t enough to get drunk but perhaps he had miscalculated. Severely miscalculated, if the unsteady way you were teetering on the bar stool and the glowing blush on your cheeks were any indicator.
Part of the embarrassment was self-inflicted, stemming from the fact that even in this absolutely ludicrous situation, there he was: thinking of how pretty you looked. No one else compared to you; past, present or future. And yet, there you were, somehow prattling on to an absolute stranger on how your roommate was so smart, so cool, so…honestly, if he had to listen to a single word more, his ears felt like they would explode from how warm they felt. It was her next words that made him wish the earth would both swallow him whole but he couldn’t leave, he had to make sure you were out of this mess, after all!
“Now”, your insistent tone caught the attention of the poor soul stuck beside you. “Dear Reader…you may be wondering ‘am I in love with my roommate’…are you?” The scene unfurling before his eyes was nothing less of a late night television skit, just less humorous and more…bizarre, for lack of a better term. Theo saw you narrowing your eyes at the man beside you, who seemed to be nodding. Your firm nod in response, you continued speaking. “Well, I am - but the thing is, he’s like, way out of my league. Like, way, way out. Absolute top shelf material, not like this drink. You’re out of his league, too, by the way - don’t even think about it.” Polishing off the rest of your drink with a single swig, you slammed your glass down on the countertop a bit too loud for everyone - including yourself, judging by the slight jump of your shoulders. ‘Silly girl,’ Theo thought to himself, trying his best to not actually smile because of it.
“Anyway, so I am very clearly out of your league, dude. But he…oh my God, he’s way out of our league. Is it ‘league’? Or ‘leagues’? I mean, we’re not in the same league - did I tell you that?” Theo heard the man mumbling, as he made his way towards the both of you. You were right on that account, though - you were definitely out of his league.
Placing a bill on the counter with a firm slap, he slung your arm across his shoulder as he used his other hand to steady your waist. You yelped when you felt someone hoisting you up so suddenly but when you turned around to come face-to-face with the chiselled jaw that you had become so familiar with, an involuntary smile appeared on your lips and you murmured “hey Theo” before remembering absolutely nothing more of that night whatsoever.
When you wake up the next morning, there’s your regular hangover cure on your bedside table: ibuprofen & water. A moment’s joy crosses your heart, as you know just who left these out for you, before you realise the underwire of your bra has been digging into you for God knows how long. You’re still dressed in what you wore last night and a quick glance at the mirror confirms that your makeup wasn’t removed, either. Well, perhaps it was for the better that you weren’t too comfortable with your roommate like that.
Yawning, you walked into the kitchen and the comforting smell of pancakes greeted you. Squinting, it seemed like Theo was getting ready to head out if his habit of leaving his (already read) newspaper folded up neatly in the recycling bin was any indicator. The man himself in question stood at the kitchen sink, washing his dishes.
“Morning,” you do your best to stifle another yawn. “What’s on the menu, chef?” “For you, nothing.” Theo never wastes a moment when it comes to retorts but when you look towards him with a slight frown and a pout, you can see a tell-tale grin hiding beneath the surface, the corners of his lips quirking upwards. He looks back at you and you only pout more exaggeratedly and before he knows it, Theo’s got an exasperated laugh in reply to you. Truly, he’s no match for you, he thinks. “Check the other side of the table.” Reaching forward, your eyes sparkle in delight when you see a warm stack of pancakes and you let out a tiny squee, as you pull the plate towards you with both hands. “You’re my favourite roommate, Theo, did you know?” “I’m your only roommate, actually.” “Right, but you’re still my favourite. I feel like it’s my duty to let you know.” Theo rolled his eyes as a manner of response. “Don’t let others hear you like this, they might actually think you’re always this nice.” “I’m always nice,” you retorted, through mouthfuls of carb heaven. “You’re hungover.” “Yeah,” a soft smile graced your lips, as you watched him complete the last steps of his morning ritual, one you were so used to. Shoes: put on. Jacket: worn. Backpack: slung on. Final check in the mirror: complete. “Yeah, I am.”
It seems utterly silly to have a crush on your roommate (and the epitome of human perfection) but the heart does what it wants. You reckon you’ve done a good job of keeping it under wraps but sometimes the veneer of control slips and that’s when you’re most thankful of how indulgent Theo really is of your whims, your fancies - well, you, really. You’re snatched out of your reverie, though, when Theo calls your name from the door and you stop mid-chew to actually look at him (as opposed to the dreamy-eyed gazing you probably had been doing moments earlier. Thank fuck his back was towards you). “We should grab dinner tonight,” he turns back towards you and gives you a smile worth its weight in gold. For a moment you’re rendered speechless, not sure if you were even worthy to be blessed with such a sight. Or maybe it’s the hungover brain of yours, lying to you.
Before you can give him a coherent reply, though, he’s gone.
And you’re still left wondering if it was a fever dream or if Theo really asked you to get dinner with him. It wasn’t uncommon - when both of you worked late nights, you both would decide to just order in or one of you would get takeout for two. On rare occasions, when both of you were still out in town, you would meet up for dinner before heading home. Realistically, it wouldn’t mean anything more than the latter but there was a niggling feeling at the back of your mind that you’d…done something astounding last night. Your one-sided crush had been on your mind all night, even before you decided to go with him to the local pub’s trivia night and as more and more alcohol entered your system, you felt your inhibitions loosening.
There was nothing different about the way Theo acted today, kindness and good-natured snide came hand-in-hand with him, after all. However, there was a hazy memory at the back of your mind and it only fuelled the precognition fuelling inside of you. Maybe it would be better to call off the dinner, pretend that you’re sick and take off from work early. That way, you wouldn’t have to-
[From Theo; 12:15pm: (location address)] [From Theo; 12:15pm: How about here? Is 7:00PM a good time?]
That gorgeous bastard’s timing was impeccable. You glanced at your phone for a few moments, before picking it up and typing out a quick reply.
[From You; 12:16pm: Yeah, let me check the menu] [From Theo; 12:16pm: No worries. I got a reservation anyway. If you want something else, we can change.] [From You; 12:16pm: RESERVATION??? Wow I cannot be bound by the confines of space-time like that.] [From Theo; 12:18pm: You’ll be missing out on what the NYT calls ‘the best tapas deal in town’.] [From You; 12:18pm: I’m looking at the menu] [From You; 12:18pm: Christ] [From You; 12:18pm: I’ll be there. I’ll be there early, ok?] [From You; 12:18pm: Everything sounds so good wtf?]
Theo tried his best to hide his smile, as he discreetly slid his phone under a folder by his laptop. Perhaps he had missed what was being said at the company’s annual meeting and maybe he has the vaguest clue on their five year plan, but he does have a date, so it works out in the end. When you show up to the restaurant, every single plan that Theo’s ever made for this evening is flung out the window. Seeing you here is not unlike seeing you back at home; you’re still returning back home after a workday but falling in love isn’t always fireworks and a-ha moments. Sometimes, it’s just how the little things add up and Theo’s never been more sure of his love for you.
However, a drunk confession means nothing much, in the end - but if anyone can make something out of it, it’s Theodorus van Gogh.
During dinner, you feel that there’s something different about Theo’s demeanour. Perhaps it was the extra compliment he’d thrown your way, or the way you felt like he was being more charming than usual. Theo was all charm and manners when he was working (you’d seen glimpses of his professional demeanour). That was not to say that he was the opposite off-duty but it was just as much part of his personality as the brusque, kind-hearted man who was always ready with a retort you’d ended up living with. Vague ghosts of the night past kept you away from the alcohol but Theo seemed to be thoroughly enjoying his meal. Perhaps you had no reason to be this suspicious.
“So…” You almost missed Theo’s voice, as you reached over to get a croquette for yourself. “What was this thing about you and me not being in the same league?” The piece of croquette that you had just bit into gets caught in your windpipe and you’re grasping for your glass of water as you try to not choke to your demise at the New York Times’ tapas restaurant of choice. The warmth of wine rushes down your throat and you’re almost about to almost do a spit-take as you realise it’s Theo’s glass you’ve grabbed.
Swallowing, you mustered your best glare towards the man opposite you as you discreetly wiped your mouth with your napkin. “What…what are you on about?” “Just a question, only wondering.” The effortless ease which you had mistaken for charm seemed to almost be weaponised against you, as Theo leaned forward with what could be described as none other than a smug grin. “But you know, you weren’t wrong when you said you were out of his league. You definitely are. Also, aren’t you too old to be going for things like indirect kisses?” The last of his words barely concealed the laughter in his voice, as he picked the almost-empty wine glass from your hands and you could only look on, all too aware of the blush creeping up your cheeks. The worst thing was, it wasn’t even his words as much as it was…well, him.
Perhaps you had one reason to be suspicious.
Maybe the wine acted as a memory reset, or state-dependent memory is truly more effective than you assumed because the events of the night before were as vivid as if they were preserved on celluloid, in your mind: the trivia night, the we-didn’t-deserve-second-place drinking (while your roommate stayed immaculately sober), said roommate went to get his car, random man at the bar hit on you, the ‘out of my league’ talk followed. You had thought that Theo was not there but clearly your alcohol-enhanced situational awareness had made the best of the situation. At this very point, if you could just allow the world to swallow you whole, it would be for the best. Your mortification seemed to only fuel your crush’s mirth, as your telling expression seemed to amuse him no end.
“God, you’re insufferable,” you muttered, before busying yourself with another mouthful of…whatever you found in front of you. “That’s not what you said last night.” “Stop making this sound worse than it already is!” “Worse? I actually thought we had a pretty cute date going on.” “Adate?” Your voice was much louder than intended, getting unwanted stares and glares from those around you. You settled back into your seat with a huff. “You said nothing about this being a date, Theo.” For a moment, perhaps a flicker of something uncharacteristic passed across Theo’s expression but not before he nursed it back to the picture of confidence he always seemed to be. “Do you not want it to be?” There was no way you missed the clipped edge of his tone but that’s not what you were focused on, right now. “I look like shit, why would I want to come out on a date like this?” you whispered to yourself, more than anything. Theo’s lack of response made you look back up at him, only to find him looking at you with the most incredulous expression. “Dates, they’re…they’re a mindset thing, Theo. Like, you gotta be in the right frame of mind, and shit like that! You can’t just say it out of the blue!” Theo scoffed, crossing his arms and you’d be damned if you even admitted to yourself that it somehow made him look even better. “I’ve seen you in worse states, [Name]. What sort of an excuse is that?” Too late to be saved from that damnation, though.
“It’s not an excuse, you jerk,” you muttered in response. “I just would’ve…wanted to put in more effort if I knew what this was about.” “I like you the way you are, though-” Theo’s words mingled with an involuntary sigh that left his lips. You did not hesitate to counter him, at all. “Theodorus van Gogh, this isn’t about yo- wait, what?” “I mean - what I mean to say is,” Theo paused, as if trying to find the best way to put forth his thoughts. “With us having lived together for so long, you don’t have to go out of your way, or anything, for me. You’re fine however you are - does that make sense?” “Yeah,” you nodded. Sure, it sounded unreal, hearing your demigod-tier roommate and crush tell you these things. Maybe saying anything else would shatter the dream. “Yeah, sure. Makes sense. Yep.”
The awkward, momentary silence that followed was shattered by your cell phone ringing and you clambered to pick it up. Theo looked on, watching your expression go from concentration to concern to absolutely devoid of colour. When you hung up, he peered closer and asked if everything was fine.
“I…,” you groaned out of exasperation. “I was trying to set up a process update push notification for our clients at work and…apparently I forgot to turn it off before I left. Boss just told me it’s been sending all our clients various Spongebob memes via email every 20 minutes, I’m so…gah!” Wordlessly, you leant forward and let your forehead touch the table with a soft ‘thud’. “Theo, end me now. I cannot take any more this evening.” “Do you need to go back to work? Want a ride?”It was hard to find his response of laughter as anything but the very sound of the heavens. Love was a funny thing, you thought for a moment. Even if he made fun of you over this for the foreseeable future, Theo would always be there for you; that’s just the sort of person you’d fallen in love with. “No, it’s fine, I’ll get there,” your response was quick, as you struggled to put on your jacket and find your handbag at the same time. When you looked back up from under the table, you found Theo standing there, holding out your handbag to you. Taking it with a smile and what you hoped was genuine affection conveyed through it, you met his azure gaze; the unfathomable depths you had fallen deeply into. “Get yourself home and the check, if you can. I’ll pay you back when I get home, too.” “Nonsense,” his lips pressed to your forehead softly, reassuringly. Coupled with the way he looked at you, full of endearment, made your heart skip several beats. This was a side of Theo that you had never been able to pin down before, you did not know how to respond appropriately. “My date, my check. See you at home.”
Your heart still felt like it was ready to hammer out of your chest, as you rode the subway back home from work. There was no doubt that something had changed between Theo and yourself tonight but to be able to pinpoint it seemed both simple and arduous at once. How would this change translate, in terms of your living conditions? What if Theo didn’t want to act upon it? All of your anxiousness felt misplaced in the end, when you returned to your roommate / crush / hopeful boyfriend evidently on the losing side of a battle with his sleep, the TV was nothing more than background noise. It was sweet of him to try and stay up for you and your Spongebob gaffe, you had to take a moment to smile at the sight in front of you.
In a way, nothing had changed between you two but as the days went by, things gradually began to change. Starting with minute public gestures of affection, so quick and fleeting, then explicit date nights (Theo made sure to let you know well ahead of time - sometimes, just to mess with you, he would send you calendar invites too) and finally culminating with going places together. You still, sometimes, laugh to yourself thinking back on how diametrically opposite his friends (“wait, wait - you didn’t make the first move?”) and yours (“girl, I don’t know how anyone could live with him and not want to ride-” “okay, that’s enough”) were! Few weeks down the line and somehow, you couldn’t imagine the transition being any smoother.
There was…one thing that bothered you, ever so slightly - as funny as the ‘my place, or yours?’ jokes were, nothing had actually changed in living arrangements between you two. Right, you and Theo were a couple in all respects but when it came to spending the night together, it had the feeling like trying to hook up with your college boyfriend. Which is, to say - not ideal. Realistically, this should not have been a problem but, at this point, it was still a lingering thought at the back of your mind; even when you were unlocking the door to your shared apartment.
The last thing you expected was to see Theo standing in the kitchen, holding more packing material than he could possibly wrap his arms around, which he dumped onto the floor when you opened the door. Both of you stared at each other for a moment, before you managed to put out a slightly-strangled “hey, what’s up”. “Yeah…hey, weren’t you working late today?” Theo asked, only adding to the awkwardness that you were feeling right now. “Got lucky. Do you need a hand?” “A hand?” “You’re…sorting the recycling, right?” “Oh,” Theo looked down at the pile of packing material at his feet. “Yeah, I could do with some help, but not right now. You should just relax.”
You stepped closer to him, peering over at the pile by his feet. “Christ, what on earth have you been shopping for?” “A bed.” Theo’s response was so spontaneous and you whirled you head towards him. “What was wrong with the old one?” “Nothing was wrong with it. I just wanted a bigger one.” Your boyfriend narrowed his eyes ever so slightly, crossing his arms. “You watched that documentary on bed bugs, didn’t you?” You looked away, the feeling of overindulged curiosity heavy in your heart. “I know you said it was bad - but to be honest, I may have one new fear.” “I thought I told you it was awful - that’s much worse than bad,” Theo muttered, as he pulled you in for a hug. You could hear the smile in his voice, as you snuggled in closer and wrapped your arms around him in response. “I’m a sucker for the awful, I suppose. I’m with you, aren’t I?” Your tease only earned an eye roll from him. “And here I was, thinking about asking you to move into my room.”
You froze for a moment, before pulling back and peering into his eyes, searching for a hint of a joke but Theo only looked back at you with the fondness that you knew was a sign of his affection for you. “You’re…not joking, right?” “I’m not like you, [Name]. My jokes are actually funny,” he grinned, pulling you in closer. “I just figured that - if you wanted - we could use my room as the master, like it was meant to be and we can use yours for whatever you want.” Your smile growing, you reach up on your tiptoes and press a kiss to his lips, evidently taking him off-guard enough for him to delay in kissing you back. When you pull back, there’s a more-than-faint blush dusting Theo’s cheeks, and it only makes your smile grow wider. “Thank you, Theo.” “‘S’no big deal.” The way his blush creeped down his neck was testimonial to his embarrassment and you found it utterly endearing. “It had to be done sometime, anyway” Smirking, you reached up to kiss him again, quick pecks to punctuate your words. “You’re cute, I love you.” “Yeah, I know, I-” he ran his hand through his hair, looking down at you with a wry smile. “You’re getting real cheeky with your compliments, aren’t you?”
Completely bypassing the embarrassment that he was positively radiating (sometimes, it was absolutely delightful to have the upper hand on Theo), you replied in your cheeriest voice. “So, is the bed ready?” “Well, not quite. I haven’t finished fixing the frame yet - I’ll have it done in a bit.” “Come on, I’ll give you a hand.” Theo shook his head. “No way, you rest up. If you’d come back later, I would’ve had it ready by then.” “But, I want to test the new bed.” Doing your best to feign innocence and not burst out laughing, you glanced up at him. “I can help out however, tighten a nut or-” “Okay, okay, I get it,” Theo’s expression was stuck somewhere between a grimace and pained laughter. A chuckle followed the kiss he pressed to your lips. “I’ll let you help me out - no more pun threats, please.” Grinning, you jokingly nudged his jawline with your fist, in a mock punch. “Smartass.” “That’s right, I love you too.”
And the next morning, as you woke up in his arms more satisfied than you had ever felt, you had to conclude that the bed was worth every cent of Theo’s investment.
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