BeautyCallMyBeast

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Darry Jenner x Male! Reader

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☆ Summary: After a laundry mix-up, [Name] meets a boy named Darry, whom he quickly catches feelings for, and in return for the mixup, Darry invites the boy to a frat party.

☆ Request: Yes or No

☆ Word count: 1,835

☆ Genre: Fluff☆♡

☆ Warnings: None! (At least I don't think so.)

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[Name] waltzed down the compacted hall of his dorm holding a basket of laundry he was supposed to pick up about two hours ago. He’d ran out of his class the minute it was over and ran into the building's basement in fear his clothes would smell like mildew and/or begin to mold. Luckily, someone had tossed all of his shit in the dryer.

A discman was clipped into his belt and a pair of headphones were draped around his head blasting some song his roommate had burned onto the disc. He bobbed his head to the beat, opened the door to his dorm, and tossed the basket on the floor taking off his Discman and headphones he tossed them onto the table that sat in the corner of the small room. He then grabbed the basket and began to sort through them.

“Huh… I don’t remember owning a yellow ringer” he thought out loud.

Several items in the basket looked extremely unfamiliar… wait no not just a couple, but every item looked unfamiliar.

“Oh, god these aren't mine!”

He dumped the contaminants of the basket onto the floor and looked through them, sorting through pink jockey shorts, jeans, and…

“Pink boxers” [Name] giggled.

He held them in his hand and flipped the waistband inside out.

“Darius… do I know Darius? They probably have my shit!”

[Name] got up and made his way over to his phone that lay on the desk. He flipped it open and punched in his roommate's number. It rang for a second or two until he answered.

“What’s up?”

“Hey um, do you know a Darius in this building? Our clothes got mixed up and I found his name on some of them!”

“I think so? I’m pretty sure there’s a boy down the hall by that name. His door has that dry-erase board.”

“Thanks, dude!”

[Name] put the clothes back into the basket and made his way out the door down the hall until he found the door his roommate had described. Balancing the basket in one hand, he knocked on the door, and the teeter tottered on his feet, waiting for the door to open.

“Who is it?”

“Hey I think our laundry got mixed up” [Name] called back.

The door opened slowly revealing the person behind the voice.

“I asked who it was, '' he said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“I’m [Name] I live down the hall from you and I took your clothes by accident!”

The boy looked behind his shoulder before stepping into the room and pointing at the basket that sat in the middle of his dorm.

“Is this yours then?”

[Name] hesitated before stepping into the room, walking toward the basket, and kneeling before it.

“Yeah, this is my stuff!”

“Good! Um, my name's Darry, by the way,” Darry called as he dragged his basket into the room.

“Well, I’m sorry for the mixup.”

“Uh, no worries dude… oh shit I hung up a couple of your clothes in the closet.”

[Name] sat the basket down and walked towards the grey metal cabinet that the college had called a fucking closet. Darry walked into the room and stood back as [Name] stood on his tip toes and pulled the shirts off the hanger. Darry couldn’t help but peek at [Name] not in a creepy way (at least not in his eyes) but innocently he was you know just looking at him he had no ill intent behind the stare.

He watched as the hem of his shirt lifted, revealing a small bit of skin his eyes traveled lower from his back to his…

“Hey um, are you doing anything this weekend?” Darry asked, fixing his hair with his hands.

Name walked toward the basket and dumped his shirts in before looking at Darry.

“No, I don’t think so. Why?”

“Well, there’s a party this weekend and as a thank-you gift for returning my clothes I thought I could invite you!”

[Name] shifted his weight on his feet ``Yeah I think I can make it!'

He picked up his basket and began walking out the door “Cute jockey shorts by the way pink is so your color!”

Darry stood there, his face turning a light pink out of embarrassment as [Name's] giggle echoed throughout the hall as he walked away.

The days turned to night, and the nights turned to day, and eventually, the night of the dumbass frat party had appeared. Darry and [Name] had been talking to each other over the past couple of days, leading up to the party, and had slowly gotten closer.

The two boys walked up the steps that led into the frat house that surely would reek of sweat, musk, weed, and beer. As they walked up the steps, [Name] looked at one of the brothers who was slumped over in a chair next to the door and passed out drunk.

“Jesus, didn’t the party start an hour ago?” [Name] questioned?

“Pre-gaming.”

“A little too hard.”

They walked into the building, which for sure held many regrets and secrets. Darry and [Name] pushed and shoved through people as they entered the ground floor and looked around.

“Do you want a drink?” Darry asked, scratching the nape of his neck.

[Name] nodded his head, and Darry told him to wait there as he headed off to look for the drinks. [Name] looked around, staring at all the buzzed people who were either dancing to the music or screaming over it.

[Name] took this second of lonesomeness to himself and thought about Darry. He had barely known him for less than a week, and he had already developed feelings for the boy.

Darry walked through the frat and pushed himself into a crowded kitchen that had already been mostly trashed. Beer bottles littered the counter tops as well as red solo cups, and the smell of weed hung over the room like a thick fog. Darry made his way toward an ice chest, flipped it open, pulled out two bottles, and began walking back.

“Darry?”

Darry turned around and saw his sister walking towards him, her hands placed on her hips.

“Hey, sis! I um gotta go!” Darry said as he tried to move quickly through the mob of people.

Trish quickly caught up to him, grabbed him by his sleeve, and pulled him back into the kitchen.

“I thought you weren’t into the parting scene? Especially because you live off campus. And who invited you” Darry questioned.

“Connections,” Trish responded. “Who’s the other drink for Dar?”

“A friend. I met him a couple of days ago.”

“Aww, you have a little boyfriend, Darry?” Trish teased.

Darry stood there silent, his face starting to flush as his sister's jaw dropped.

“Oh. My. God! Are you guys like fu-”

“No! No! Not my boyfriend. I don't like dudes… I think?”

Trish shifted her weight on her feet, examining her younger brother.

“You’re into dudes?”

“I don’t know! He is cute, but he's got me all confused!”

“Can I meet him?”

“No. And anyways he’s waiting for me so… bye.”

Darry turned around and pushed back into the sea of people, Trish looking at him with a confused look. Darry entered where he had left [Name] and looked around for a second in fear that the boy got up and left.

But no. [Name] sat on the bottom step of the staircase that led up to the second floor, his chin, in his palm as he looked at the floor. Darry rushed toward him and plopped down next to him.

“Where’d you go? I was starting to miss you.”

“Sorry I ran into my sister, and she - never mind here. I don’t know what you like, so I grabbed the first thing I saw.”

Darry handed the glass bottle to the boy and smiled at him unknowingly giving [Name] a certain feeling in his gut.

“Oh shit do you need a bottle opener?”

[Name] shook his head, lifted his shirt, and used his belt buckle to remove the bottle cap. [Name] let out a small chuckle and smiled at Darry as he handed him his bottle, and he did the same and handed the bottle back to Darry.

“Cheers,” Darry asked, holding the bottle out.

“Cheers!”

Clink! After a few drinks (more than a few, Like way more.) Darry and [Name] were fucked. The two boys stumbled down the steps bumping into each other, their arms around each other's shoulders.

“H-heyy Dar” [Name] asked, slurring each word.

“Yeah?”

“D-do- Hic! Do you want to stay the night in my dorm? My roommate's gone, and I don’t want to be alone… and drunk!”

“Sure~!”

They stumbled through the college campus and into the building that they lived in nearly eating shit multiple times on the way there. They drunkenly walked through the hallway that led toward [Names] dorm, their arms still around each other's shoulders for support.

[Name] opened the door, and they pushed themselves into the small room. [Name] grabbed Darry’s hand, led him to his bed, and pulled him onto it. There was a moment of silence between them… a tension of some sort as they looked at each other.

Darry’s usually neat middle part had become disheveled and stuck out here and there. [Name] reached out and ran his fingers through the messy sections, combing it back to its neat form.

“Your hair is so… soft~.”

Darry looked at [Name], examining him as if he had never seen another boy in his life… or at most one that made him feel this way. Darry chewed on the inside of his lip and stared at [Name] his own face turning pink.

“[Name]?”

“Hm?”

“D-do you have a girl?”

A smile crept onto [Name’s] face, and he gently tilted his head at Darry looking up at him.

“Who said I’m into girls” [Name] said smoothly.

Darry smiled at him, his face turning even pinker as several thoughts ran through his brain. [Name] placed a hand on the right side of his face.

“Are you… into me~?” Darry asked.

“Maybe?”

[Name] placed a soft kiss on Darry’s cheek and pulled back, smiling at him.

“Lips?”

[Name] giggled“You’re cute!”

“Well, are you?”

“Maybe… later?”

Darry frowned at [Name] as he adjusted himself so he was lying next to the wall. He gently patted the spot next to him. Darry fills in the space next to him and lies on his back, drumming his hands on his chest as [Name] lies facing the wall. A million thoughts rushed through his mind once again, but the main one was about his feelings toward the boy next to him.

“Cold.”

“Hm,” Darry hummed in response.

“I’m cold…”

“Oh…”

Darry adjusted his position, his chest to [Name’s] back as he wrapped an arm around the other boy, pulling him in closer.

“Better,” Darry asked?

“Mhm.”

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Authors note!

In my active era? But I rewatched Jeeper Creepers (pirated it because fuck that director) and immediately after crawled to this app only to see ZERO stories. Also, look at this man, y'all, my knees weak... been on them too long for him. Also, I'm now just realizing how short this is. HOW TF WAS THIS 6 PAGES LONG ON DOCS???