Anything Propaul at all. Please my crops are dying.
milestone requests ā accepting ! // in which they meet in college instead of in high school.
Paul had never been familiar with the aching chest accompanying loneliness. President in his high school, three best friends at his side Ā ā Ā heād had all the company he could need. Moving to a university, then, where no one stops to consider freshman (especially when there are hundreds of them), was a rude awakening.
Jared seemed to attract attention wherever he went; even in a town hour away from the center of his familyās popularity, people take note of him. Part of him loves it, of course, but part of him is beginning to get exhausted by the constant show he has to put on, lest he be mobbed by an enthusiastic girl that he canāt let down.
it is Paulās lack of plans and Jaredās desire to avoid any plans that leave them both in the universityās library well past midnight.
Paul, to his credit, is trying to study. However, he made the mistake of leaving the one textbook he actually needed in his dorm. When he approaches the librarian and asks for the book, she waves in the general direction of the only other patron of the library.
Of course, the only other student still rotting in the library is using the only copy of the textbook the library has. At first, Paul considers just running back to his dorm and grabbing the book, but then he realizes that the student isnāt even using it. Rather, heās propping his elbows on the open book, staring at his phone.
That sight alone is enough to make Paul walk over, practically burning with ā well, with confusion, but thereās definitely some anger there, too. Heās arguing before the poor kid realizes heās being approached.
āI need that.ā Paul has to admit he respect the otherās blatant disregard for his books. Most of Paulās studying sessions are distraction filled at best; however, he likes to at least do something worthwhile with the books (like build a tower, or create a chair ā anything other than using them as armrests). Admiration doesnāt negate irritation, though.
The other glances up through lowered lips; he looks moments away from falling asleep, and Paul, in his energy-fueled manner, wonders why the other is even still here, since heās evidently not working.
(He also notes how attractive the other is, but files that away to be ignored until his face fades away into a faceless mass.)
While Paul is debating with himself, the other blinks and looks around. As if awakening from a trance, he launches immediately into what seems like an imitation of some character trope. āNeed what?ā To punctuate his words, he raises a brow and gestures to himself; if heād winked, Paul would be completely unsurprised.
The confidence of the statement nearly throws Paul off (not because heās still thinking about the otherās previously established attractiveness, though. of course not.), and he clears his throat before trying again. āThe textbook. I need it.ā
Whether itās exhaustion or genuine boredom of the act, the other concedes, sliding the textbook across the table. He leaves his hand on it, though, using the textbook as leverage of sorts. When Paul looks at him, his eyes are narrowed uncertainly, and heās tilting his head (he looks like a confused dog, and Paul hates it).
āDo you know who I am?ā The question doesnāt come with the arrogance one would expect; rather, it comes off as uncertain.
Paul looks off to the side before tapping on the textbook, unsure how to react to the sudden change in character. āWe have this class together, donāt we?ā
The other seems caught between two emotions; whatever mental debate has occurred, he leans back, expression returning to the same tired appearance itād been before. āIām Jared, and we need to hang out more.ā
Paul knows he has no way of understanding Jaredās analysis of the situation, but he has never been one to turn down a chance of friendship. The same part of his mind from earlier points out that possibility of something more, and he crinkles his nose in response.
Seeing this, Jaredās eyes widen, no doubt thinking it was directed towards him. He pulls his hand away from the textbook and collects himself; as quickly as the insecurity had appeared on his face, it is replaced by that same easy smirk.
Paul mentally berates himself as he picks up the book, holding it to his chest. He begins to turn, then hesitates, looking over his shoulder at Jared. āIām in the library a lot this time of night.ā
Itās an invitation of sorts, and Jared seems to sigh with relief. āInteresting. I just decided to start coming here more.ā
Paul ends up using the textbook as a wall in a game of paper football, and Jared ends up falling asleep at his table.
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jared looks, for once, deadly serious. the look in his eyes is so piercing it may as well be used as a weapon -- paul feels his heart sink before it shows on his face.
as soon as jared sees his sadness, he backtracks, flowery words blooming from his tongue.Ā āno, my dear, not because of you. i -- you are the stars in the sky, and sheād be lucky to meet you. i mean that you canāt meet her.ā
it still registers in paulās mind as shame, jared being dissatisfied in their relationship to show him to his family; it must still flicker in his eyes, because jared leans over to kiss him and for just a second he forgets everything but lips and the soft rose petals of closed eyelids.
Would either of ProPaul ever propose? If so, what would their wedding be like?
best ending: paul proposes to jared in a very fancy formal lovey-dovey way w flowers and getting down on one knee etc etc,,, jared is so happy bc everything was so wonderful and romantic
good ending: jared proposes to paul in that same fancy way and paul is just .. āyea obviouslyā he probably didnāt even realize half of the fancy stuff was leading up to a proposal
TRUE ending: the two of them are eating grilled cheese sandwiches and jared says sm stupid and paul just goes āhey lets get marriedā, jared screamsĀ
āYou can lie to yourself but donāt lie to me.ā propaul. ..
40 prompts.Ā / for my resident propaul stan @ianasagao
āitās nothing, paul. drop it.ā jaredās voice has a lesser heard edge to it -- unfortunately for paul, he doesnāt do subtlety. they both come into jaredās dorm as a mass of limbs and concerned eyes, paul fidgeting anxiously with his sleeves.
as jared turns away from him to pretend to organise something on his desk, paul inhales sharply, shaking his head.Ā āitās not nothing, jared, and iām not stupid. youāve been funny ever since you got that call, and i --ā
āitās fine.ā something in his tone makes it sound like he wants the conversation to end, but the ends outweigh the means for paul, and so he keeps pushing.
āyou can lie to yourself, but donāt lie to me,ā he mutters, eyes soft and sad.Ā āitās your mother, isnāt it?ā
something in the air changes immediately. it gets hostile and cold and then heavy, with jaredās shoulders squaring directly in front of paulās eyes.Ā āyou donāt know what youāre talking about, paul. so shut up.ā
āwhy wonāt you let me --ā
ābecause i donāt want to!ā jaredās hand slams harshly on his desk as he turns to face paul, eyes glossy. itās with a horrified pang that paul realises heās on the verge of tears.Ā āi donāt want you to know, i donāt want you to help, i donāt want you to feel bad for me, paul -- poor little rich boy canāt face down his mother, i know! itās pathetic.ā by the time heās finished yelling, he seems worn out, exhausted -- heād been holding that in for a long time. his eyes look lost, as if without his anger, he doesnāt know who exactly he is.
paul takes one of his hands slowly, as if approaching a frightened animal. jared lets him. with increasing softness, he begins;Ā āi donāt pity you, and i canāt understand, but i want to listen. i want to be there for you. i donāt have to meet her, but i want to -- jared, let me know you.ā
jaredās expression, nervous and tired in the dim light of his lamp, says everything. some day, but not right now. paul can live with that.
āOuch, I bit my lipā¦ kiss it better?ā FGDAJ PROPAUL
fluffy sentence startersĀ
Jaredās suave demeanor, carefully crafted to leave all passerby completely smitten, has no visible effect on Paul. In Jaredās eyes, this is a failure; to not be able to entrance the person heās actually dating is evident of some kind of fault, surely, so he compensates by trying harder.
Like so many other things, Paul is unaware of how his behavior upsets Jared ā if anything, heād think his reactions to each mannerism is perfectly well-founded. If he were to find out, he would definitely put in an effort to seem awed, but it wouldnāt really count, not to Jared; anybody can pretend to be smitten.
So Jared persists, with bouquets of flowers, with lingering touches and soft stares, and every time Paul reacts with genuine gratitude and a kind smile, but never with wide eyes or stuttering statements. This lack of a greater reaction accumulates in every situation imaginable ā ferris wheels, romantic outings, declarations of love, and every time, Paul is flattered; of course heās flattered.
The two are in the library now, together but separate ā Jared is working to craft origami flowers (another one of his romantic demonstrations for Paul, not that Paul has realized that), and Paul is messing around on his phone (technically, heās studying, but the textbook in front of him has only been opened, and his pencil isnāt even sharpened). Itās been silent since they settled in; Paulās arm is thrown across the back of Jaredās chair, and every so often, Jared shifts his weight and lightly nudges Paulās arm. It seems to Jared that Paul considers this to be the height of intimacy.
Jared leans over to focus on a particularly intricate portion, his bottom lip catching between his teeth as he works. At the same moment, Paul hits a good combination on the game heās playing (some knockoff app thatās shockingly difficult to play) and sits up, jerking his arm off Jaredās chair and effectively pushing Jared towards the table. Jared pushes back to avoid hitting his face against the table, but it isnāt enough to keep him from biting down on his lip.
Paul laughs through an apology while Jared prods at his lip experimentally ā heās not bleeding, but itās going to be swollen, and he pouts as he thinks about the connotations of that. Paul notices the silence and leans over, still grinning. āYou alright?ā
Jared rolls his eyes even as he responds, fully aware of how stupid his comment is going to be but saying it nonetheless. āI bit my lip.ā He winces, but leans closer ā a better atmosphere might make things smoother. āKiss it better?ā
He fully expects Paul to burst out laughing, but instead, he freezes ā his mouth falls slightly open, and Jared could swear he could feel Paulās cheeks heat up even at the distance away that he is. Jaredās eyes practically light up ā this is what heād wanted, and he hadnāt even done something as incredible as heād wanted to.
Heās still rolling in the excitement of succeeding when Paul closes the distance between them; they kiss long enough for a passing student worker to clear his throat. Even then, Jared only pulls back enough to mumble about getting coded for public displays of affection. Paul is still starstruck, his eyes fluttered half shut.
āThat was ā¦ kind of adorable.ā He finally says, the words spilling out in a rush. Jared chuckles, then leans back in his seat; anything to keep people guessing.
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things you said ;Ā // 56) things you said in the spur of the momentĀ
1. It seems that between them, tensions are always high; even when not intentionally avoiding each other, theyāre arguing about one thing or tastefully avoiding the topic of another thing. Today, the former seems to be the rule.
āI donāt think you understand how busy I am.ā Paul places his hand in front of him in an effort to keep Jared from arguing.Ā āI have a lot on my plate, Jared. The campaign is important.ā
Jared groans, his jaw clenching.Ā āAnd so is my show. Come on āā He notices that Paul is still holding out his hand and yanks it down. Instead of letting go, he uses the contact to pull himself closer to Paul so he can hiss his response. Itās meant to be intimidating, but Paul blinks only once before catching himself. āEveryoneās going. A few hours wonāt ruin your campaign.ā
āYou donāt know that.ā Paul steps back almost delicately, shaking his wrist free of Jaredās grip.Ā āMaybe a group of students will need me, and Iāll be busy, and bam! Their votes are gone.ā He punctuates his story with jazz hands, and Jared holds back another groan.
āMaybe my adoring fans will see youāre too busy to be at my show, and bam!ā He does his best impersonation of Paulās voice ā itās choked, but thereās no denying what itās meant to be. This statement is the first to actually make Paul falter; he looks off to the side and chews on his lip, now debating with himself more so than with Jared.Ā
It only takes Jared a moment to realize the near cruelty of this -- it isnāt enough that Jared asked Paul to be there, no, it took the threat of losing his campaign to make him react. Itās ridiculous.Ā
Paul finally sighs, unaware of Jaredās mood shift.Ā āI doubt anyone will notice. Theyāll be focused on you.ā Itās as good as a conclusion; he doesnāt need to outright say that he wonāt be going to make it obvious.
Jared narrows his eyes, then shakes his head -- heās not going to get upset over this, not when everyone else is so happy to see him. Regardless, this feels like rejection (because it is, in a way), and he hates the way one person not fawning over him leaves him gasping for breath.Ā āWhatever.ā He mumbles the word through still clenched teeth before turning on his heel, prepared to stomp off in a huff.
Before he gets far, Paul grabs his shoulder (and itās awful, maybe, that Jared is almost relieved by this).Ā āWhy are you so upset about this? Itās just business.ā
Jared turns back fast enough to pull his shoulder away from Paul entirely; he throws his hands up then nearly yells his answer.Ā āI want you to see it!ā For the second time in the past few arguments, Paul actually reacts -- in shock, first, then his brows furrow in what Jared recognizes as sympathy, and this misplaced pity was the last thing he needed. For a second, theyāre both silent, Paul staring at Jared and Jared searching for an excuse. He breaks the silence first, tone smooth and stiff and emotionless.Ā āItād be nice if my friends were there to see my show, but I understand that youāre busy.āĀ
With that, he leaves, too fast to be calm but too elegant to be frantic. Paul takes a moment to catch his breath, then turns in the opposite direction, arms folded in front of him.
BEST SHIP so paul is likeĀ āletās just order separate slicesā and jared is likeĀ āwhereās the romanceā but neither of them like the same toppings so they gotta get a half and half pizza ?? then a mushroom or sm gets on jaredās half of the pizza and he acts like heās gonna die.Ā theyāre both rly Against getting grease all over their faces so they use napkins and such and are excruciatingly clean BUT ALSO theyāre disgusting and they probably talk w their mouths full so itās like .. what is the truthĀ actually jared probs just pretends to hate the idea entirely bc it isnāt Romantic Enough and paul is just .. jared please .... jared iām tired please jared
I didnt really get an excuse but listen: you know that cute play wrestling that turns into cuddling trope ??? That doesn't happen with propaul. It doesn't happen with polytinue, for that matter, because Paul is here to win
