Frat boy Cas x Nerd girl reader . . .?? 👀👀 gulp
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Himbo!Castiel x Fem!Reader | St. Delta series menu | [16+] |
Plot, Intoxicated Cas, kissing, tie stealing, fluff if you squint…
Summary: You keep hearing weird rumors about your study partner, Jimmy, so you attend your first frat party to see if it’s really true.
Notes: Himbo lore time yay!! Every time someone says they like this au I start biting the bars of my cage (job). When am I allowed to post about them like an inside joke, i’m serious when—
Sidelong glances are always cast between you and Jimmy, your study partner. There’s a rumor that who he is during the day is a facade to the man he is at night, and anyone with a dark blue tie can confirm it.
There’s no way it’s Jimmy you see from across the room. Jimmy who’s on the track to earning his master’s degree. Jimmy who barely talks unless spoken to. Jimmy who always pays for your drink during a cafe study session because it’s ‘the right thing to do.’—
You knew he belonged to a community, one he barely spoke of, and now you understand the motivation behind his silence.
The Jimmy you know would haul himself through a house like this and worry about the safety of the people around him. That alongside a comment about how the party atmosphere’s bright lights and loud music bring about a painful headache. None of that seems to be bothering him now though— he stumbles around, looking blissed out under the flashing multicolor lights.
“Castiel!” Someone shoves past you to get to your study partner. You suppose that’s what Jimmy goes by here. Using their thumb and pointer finger, the person pries Jimmy’s eyes open and speaks to him like a pet. “Someone’s had a little too much to drink. Are you okay!?”
“Mhm…” Castiel nods, propping himself up against the nearest wall. He looks like a dreamy wreck, a full 180 from the man that you know. His hair is in shambles and his suit shirt is torn wide open, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a button or two missing. A cheesy smile decorates Jimmy’s face in a way you never thought possible for him. “M’okay Balthazar.”
“Promise, mate?—” Balthazar gives Castiel’s shoulders a squeeze. “—Because looking after you is a pain in my arsehole.” Genuine concern wells up for his fellow brother. Cas whines and shakes his friend off.
“I Promise.” Castiel murmurs.
“And if something is wrong?” Using one hand, Balthazar tilts Castiel’s head up to look at him.
“Nothing’s wrong.” Cas wrestles with Balthazar’s hands like an annoying little brother, eventually giving up and slumping over to talk.
“Don’t be a prick. What’s the word?”
“Honeybee…” Castiel sighs.
“Are you using it right now?”
“Good boy.” Balthazar half pats-half slaps Castiel’s face with affection. “Something happens, you find me or Gabriel and we’ll put princess to bed.”
“Eh…who?” Castiel hesitates.
“You, stupid.” Balthazar brushes Castiel’s hair from his face, giving him a final once-over before leaving.
The second Balthazar is gone, you rush over to Castiel.
“Jimmy?!” You push through the masses to get to him. He really is a whole different person up close, from his demeanor to the very obvious bite marks bruising up his neck and chest. He squints his eyes to make out the shape of you, a desperate attempt to recognize the girl in front of him. Castiel’s eyes widen when it finally clicks.
“Christ, don’t say that name…” a wave of embarrassment hits Castiel like a truck. Without thinking, he pushes off of the wall and buries himself into your arms. You’ve never been anything other than study partners with Jimmy, so the hug catches you off guard.
“What happened to you?” You peel Castiel off of you. He reeks of substance abuse, sweaty and sticky, probably from something you’d rather not know about, still wearing that un-Jimmy-like expression.
Castiel smooths out his shirt the best he can and pulls his pants up to cover his boxers, for good measure. “Uhm…” He stares at you wide-eyed and red faced, like he’s never seen someone so pretty. It makes him feel more stupid than he already is. He rests his hands on your hips while yours are on his chest, keeping him up against the wall.
“How are you going to function tomorrow?” You shout into his ear. The music’s only gotten louder.
“I don’t take classes before 11am.” Cas moans at the sound of your voice. “Uh- please don’t tell anyone.”
“That you don’t take early classes?” You ask obliviously.
When Castiel pants you can smell weed on his breath. It’s something you’ve never smelled before. The urge to partake in recreational substances never crossed your mind even when you were younger because studies came first. You thought it was the same for Jimmy. He always gave off the impression of a dorky religious man who’s only done so much as hold pinkie fingers with another person.
Castiel presses his forehead to your collarbone. “Ungh…It’s like you’ve never been outside of a library before…It’s...haha.” Each ends with a groan, he’s so exhausted.
You drag a finger across his chest causing him to shiver. Whoever bit him had the time of their life, the indents still there and the bruising can be seen even when it’s dim. “Who the hell did this?”
“Dunno.” Cas looks down at his body. “You wanna try?”
You consider it for a brief moment. Would it change the way other people see you? How Jimmy would treat you in the future? He’s offering, and his heart is racing beneath your palms waiting for a response.
“Y’dont have to.” Castiel murmurs. He does a few long blinks. It’s the first sensical thing he’s been able to say. The Jimmy you know is peeking through the cluttered thoughts of Castiel.
“What about this..?” You grab his face and turn it to you. His eyes light up and he waits for your move.
This is supposed to be a ‘confirming the rumors about Jimmy’s night life’ activity, and now you have it with a side of his affection. It’s an ungraceful exchange of affection, Castiel’s loosely screwed on head hitting the wall with a thunk when you press your lips against his. It’s not like one more bruise is going to make much difference to the aesthetics of his body anyway.
His mouth is pretty gross however, and you can tell his alcohol of choice is clear liquor. Vodka. You murmur a soft “ew” under your breath when you pause to breathe. Castiel shifts to steady himself against the wall with tired knees. One hand stays on your body while the other yanks his dark blue tie over his head to place around your neck.
“What is this?” You ask seriously.
“You really do stay in- inside a library all day.” Castiel hiccups, cracking a little smile. He smooths the tie out against you with a subtle look of approval. “Most people have to rip it from me. My uh, my tie. S’expensive. But it’s fine I’ve got a million of ‘em. My daddy’s got money.”
That’s where the tie thing comes from. An encounter with the college whore. There’s no way the tradition is real— and because of Jimmy of all people.
“No way people wear this like a badge of honor.” You laugh, more at him than with him. You thumb the stained blue silk. He wasn’t kidding when he said the tie was expensive.
“People usually don’t get it this easy. I like it when people’re more….” Castiel rubs his legs together and adjusts his pants. He stops and clears his throat. Unlike his usual encounters, he has to see you tomorrow morning. He looks on the border of falling asleep right now. “I like being touched.”
You pull him into a hug. It’s hard to tell if he likes it, or if he’s even awake for it with the weight of his body slowly pushing against you.
To your surprise, he does nod off in your arms.
“Jim— Castiel?” You’re not sure how long you can keep him upright. “Cast—“
A barrage of steps make their way towards you, someone lifting Castiel from your arms and into theirs. “Woahh! sorry about that, love.” Balthazar laughs. He hauls Castiel over his shoulders like it’s a regular occurrence, and it seems to be from what you’ve learned tonight. Once Cas hears the sound of Balthazar’s voice, he wakes up and starts to complain incoherently.
“Hey. What did I say?” Balthazar tuts. “You need something, go find me or Gabe.”
“Ungh.” Castiel wriggles, not seeming to care that fighting only causes his ass to hang from his pants a little too prominently. You stand there awkwardly, but Balthazar doesn’t seem to care that Cas is making a fool of himself.
“And we do that why, Castiel?”
“That’s right. You can let people have fun with you when you’re awake.” Balthazar pats Castiel’s backside like an annoying older brother. He must be from the same frat. “Bedtime big boy. Say ‘see you next week, pretty lady.’” He instructs.
Balthazar shoots you a wink before disappearing around the corner and up the house stairs.
You look down at the tie. Is he going to remember?
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