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headoverhiddles · 6 years

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Back Seat - Mr. Wolf (Pulp Fiction) x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: After two hitmen pick you up from the scene of a now double homicide, you're mixed up in the cleaning of their car when your former business associate is shot by accident. The Cleaner takes an interest in you.

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"Oh man, I shot Marvin in the face!"

"WHY THE FUCK'D YOU DO THAT?!"

"Aw, I didn't mean to, it was an accident!"

You sit in the back, shocked. The pieces of brain somehow mostly missed you, but you've still got blood on your denim shorts and tank top.

The hitman with the long hair just shot your business associate, Marvin. You had been working with him and two other guys on a job regarding a briefcase for Marsellus Wallace. It had been your idea to keep the briefcase. All the other guys had been too chicken shit, so you told them you'd take the case and run if they didn't agree to it. Ultimately, it was basically your fault they were killed for it, but you don't like to cry over spilled milk. Or spilled brains.

You and the two other men pull up to a suburban house, green lawn cut nicely and picket fence painted white. You frown out the window as you pull into the garage. What the fuck were you doing in a place like this? Kissing one of their wives goodbye before shipping off to jail?!

"Get out the car," Jules snaps at you, jerking the door open. He's still pissed about what you did to his boss. Vincent offers you a hand as you step out, and the two men escort you inside the picture perfect house, looking over their shoulders the whole time.

A guy with messy hair in a checkered bathrobe comes breezing out of the living room, swinging the door open.

"Get in, get in," he mutters, closing it after you three. He stands back, and sighs. "Who the fuck is she, man?"

"Very close to ending up like that dead son of a bitch in the car," Jules warns, and you cross your arms.

"I said I'd let Marsellus deal with me himself, what more do you want, assholes?"

Vincent huffs. "Hey Jimmy, where's the Cleaner?"

Mr. Winston Wolf arrives at the door precisely on time. He introduces himself, and comes in. You look him up and down. He's dressed in a suit that fits him well, and has his hair slicked back, with a crisp mustache above his top lip and a sexy squint.

"I'm Winston Wolf. I solve problems."

Your lips quirk up. Just your type-- a daddy who knows what he's doing.

Jules and Vincent shake his hand, and then he parts them to look at you.

"And who is this young lady here?"

The man in the suit's eyes roam to meet yours, and he offers a polite smile. You hold your smirk. No, he's definitely not like the other imbeciles in this room.

"This bitch is one of them motherfuckers who was tryna fuck Marsellus Wallace," Jules steps in, scowling.

Wolf's eyebrows raise at you. "You tried to fuck Marsellus Wallace?"

"Not in the literal sense," Vincent mutters, rubbing his temples.

Wolf just chuckles, and slaps the two men on the back. "Well. Show me to the car, fellas."

You all walk to Jimmy's garage, the neurotic host fidgeting away. It takes about 40 minutes for Jules and Vincent to get their shit together and finish cleaning the car, and at that point, it's about five minutes away from being sparkling clean.

"Hey, um..." Jimmy clears his throat, "I hate to be that fucking guy, but Bonnie's on her way home, so you guys have gotta be fast."

"Jimmy," Wolf says calmly, putting both hands on his shoulders, "Everything is, and will be, under control. Would you get me another cup of coffee while the boys put the blankets in and I chat with the young lady?"

Jimmy nods, taking everyone's mugs, and Wolf comes over to you.

"You must think I'm a big bad gangster, waltzing in here at 8AM in a suit," he laughs quietly. You shake your head.

"You strike me as the opposite, actually."

He smiles, humming. "Well, that's good, sweetheart. That's good. I am a big bad gangster, but it's nice to know I don't frighten young girls off after first impressions." He narrows his eyes. "You never told me your name."

"(y/n)." You grin. "I'm a big bad gangster too."

"Are you?" he asks playfully. You grin back, just as playfully.

"I just shot four men last night and my landlord over a briefcase and tried to double cross my crime boss with my partners for ten bricks of solid gold."

"You are a big bad gangster," he affirms. You lean against the wall, hooking your thumbs through the belt loops of your short shorts.

"I like your suit," you mention.

"Thanks," he says, smoothing it out, "Speaking of clothing... we've gotta get you out of yours. They're covered in dead guy."

"Marvin," you correct.

"Dead Marvin," he nods. You smirk again.

"Okay. Be my guest... take em off."

He looks over at you, staring at you for a moment. "Okay." He turns, whistling. "Boys! That's enough." He nods to each of them. "Go hose yourselves down in the yard. I'll inspect the car, see what kinda job you did."

The two men skulk off, and Winston opens the car door, gesturing for you to join him. "After you."

You slide in, and he shuts the door, preparing to get in the other side. Just then, the door from the house opens, and Jimmy sets the mugs down. "Hey, hey! Mr. Wolf! Are you... fucking a chick in my garage?!"

"It's fully within the boundary of my timing to do so, Jimmy." He walks over, and leans in. "I help you. You help me help myself."

Jimmy rubs the back of his neck. "Shit... okay, I guess. Just be quick, Bonnie's home in fifteen minutes."

Left alone once more in the domesticated garage, Wolf opens the back door of the car, and gets in, shutting it. You already have your top off, and he admires your breasts held in your bra. He scratches his head.

"You know, you're awfully forward."

"Would you rather I took... my... time?" you ask, teasingly tugging your shorts back up. He takes your hand, stopping you.

"That's one thing we don't have, sweetheart. Time."

He then yanks your shorts down, and turns you over so that your stomach and breasts are pressed to the blankets on the seat. You hear him undo his belt buckle and unzip himself, and bite your lip in excitement. He's still fully clothed in that suit, while you're in your bra with your panties tugged down to your knees-- it gets you so hot thinking about the power he has over you.

"Ready?" he murmurs.

"Mhmm," you moan, and he grunts softly as he goes in from behind, welcomed deep as he pushes into you as far as he can. He lifts your ass higher for a better position, and slaps one of the cheeks as he pulls back and thrusts back into your pussy. His pace leaves no time for adjustment, and you wince, grabbing at the car door to brace yourself for his size.

"I sincerely apologize for my lack of bedroom etiquette, (y/n)," he says softly, pounding in and making you moan, "I'm usually a slow lover, I even light a few candles sometimes if I'm feeling particularly romantic. But for one thing, we're not in a bedroom, and another, the only time we got is for me to fuck you fast, and rough."

You groan, clawing at the blankets. "Wolf...”

“What was that?”

“Mr. Wolf, sir..."

He begins to grunt more, his thrusts coming faster, faster, harder, until both of you gasp and cry out in record time, Wolf pulling out of you just in time to come all over your ass.

Catching your breath, you both wait a second, and then he takes out a handkerchief from his breast pocket, carefully cleaning you up. When he's satisfied with your state, he pats your hip, and you turn around lazily, grinning.

"I thought you were supposed to be cleaning this car... not making a mess of it."

He chuckles, gesturing around. "Do you see a mess, baby girl?"

Getting out of the car, Wolf helps you out and closes the door after you. He then takes out a comb and drags it through his slightly mussed hair a few times, before tucking it away again and knocking on the door to the house thrice. Jimmy comes out, looks you up and down, then looks to Winston.

"Did you take care of what you needed to, Mr. Wolf?"

Wolf smiles at him, slinking an arm around your waist. “I certainly did, Jimmy. Thank you."

Vincent and Jules, dressed in wet shorts and t-shirts now, wait outside for you both. You go out, and stand in front of the hose in your underclothes as Wolf sprays any extra blood off of you with the garden hose. When that's all finished, Jules sticks out a hand.

"Thanks for your help, sir."

"Not a problem," Wolf nods, shaking it. He then looks to you. "As for her..." Everyone turns to look at you standing there shivering in your bra and panties. You roll your eyes.

"We're taking this little kitty to Marcellus, see if she wants to fuck him then," Jules says sternly. Wolf cocks his head.

"No, you're not."

Vincent does a double take, states at Jules with a 'this guy' look, and Jules raises his eyebrows. "Pardon me?"

"You're not taking her to Marcellus Wallace, because she's coming with me, boys. We have unfinished business involving a few scented candles."

"And a bubble bath?" you tease, taking his arm. He smiles a little.

"Sure, baby. And a fucking bubble bath."

"Uh... that lady is nothing but trouble, you know that," Jules says. Wolf smirks, hand feeling down to your ass to snap your panties.

"I've noticed."

As everyone prepares to disembark, you all hear poor Jimmy open the door.

"Hi, Bonnie, honey! There's totally no dead body in there, or anyone who just had sex in our garage!"

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killingitreservoirdogsstyle · 3 years

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university headcanons for reservoir dogs and pulp fiction!

( introducing the pulp fiction gang to this blog! )

I have a draw-box of sorts that I keep prompts for fanfics in, whether it be genre, trope, fandom, etc. So I pulled from the box last night, and got the idea to do university headcanons for the Reservoir Dogs and Pulp Fiction crew! Sorry that this is shitty, I did try, but I don’t think it turned out super great. Still I felt the need to give you guys SOMETHING, even if its not the height of literature.

I will officially be adding the characters in this fanfic into requests for Pulp Fiction too, so don’t be afraid to send in stuff for those characters. Without further ado, here are university student versions of Tarantino’s Reservoir Dogs and Pulp Fiction peeps! GIFS are not mine, credit to the uploaders!

MR. BLONDE/VIC VEGA

. He’s the type who was forced to attend university by his parents, along with his brother. But out of the two of them, he resisted the most. He felt that it would take away his youth, weighing him down with boring schoolwork and stuff that he would never need to have in real life.

. Vic is the Marlon Brando in Rebel Without A Cause archetype of the gang. He has no conscious about skipping classes to attend parties, break the law, and work for crime bosses, and he is barely passing classes. It’s not because he’s not academically inclined, not at all. Vic’s one of the smartest of his friend group. He just doesn’t care enough to devote his time to what he deems useless learning.

. Despite that, he’s studying law to satisfy his demanding parents. He doesn’t mind it per se, rather thinking of it as an opportunity to find loopholes in policy. Plus, there are the benefits of making money that come with it too.

. He shares a dormitory with Eddie and White, whom the latter is not as happy about as his younger friends. You’ll know what is Vic’s stuff, judging by the Stealer’s Wheel posters and Mario Puzo books laying around, along with packs of cigarettes, beer cans, and defaced law textbooks courtesy of drunk Eddie Cabot.

. As I said, Blonde is the troublemaker, a juvenile delinquent with a hefty criminal record who is only saved by his charisma.

MR. PINK/JEREMY DAVIDSON

. In terms of his education, he’s a pretty indifferent student. Nobody forced him to attend, though that’s what he says. He does show up to class, only missing it if he’s under the weather or can’t make it. But he isn’t afraid to party or have fun every once and awhile.

. Pink is doing two fields of study, sociology and psychology. He is fascinated by the impact of culture and mindset on the human being, the theories and constructs of society what he is drawn to research. He’s the most political of the Dogs easily, having a good head for it--and the only other person who comes close to beating him is Jules.

. I have no hesitation in stating that he is the classic pessimist stereotype, a gremlin who lives on coffee and is antisocial and OCD over everything. He’s that one kid who makes spreadsheets like they’re silly doodles, having a plan and three other backups for everything going on in his life.

. He shares a dorm with Orange and Brown, which is certainly an experience for him. Being the paranoid weasel, if you will, out of them is interesting. You have him and Brown just sitting in the corner with their black coffees, in debate over the politics surrounding fictional movie characters while Orange studies and tries not to get involved.

. How to spot Pink in the crowd, you ask? He’s the skinny-jean-and-band-shirt clad kid, the one who always looks nervous, like he’s late for something.

MR. ORANGE/FREDDY NEWANDYKE

. Do I even need to tell you that this cinnamon roll is diligent in his classes, like its his wife or husband. He was just as responsible in high school, so it was inevitable that he would perform as well as he is in a post-secondary setting. His attendance is excellent, so much so that he’s the talk of all his professors.

. He balances his studies with his job as a cop, which wouldn’t be easy for your typical run of the mill yahoo off the street. But he maintains that balance extremely well. Freddy is in general sciences, getting a taste of physics, chemistry, and biology in one go. He always says that he’ll never know when he’ll need it, so he doesn’t mind. It’s mostly just a hobby.

. Orange is a social butterfly, friends with everybody on campus. He’s the rule follower, which shows his cop nature quite clearly. Basically, he’s the popular kid that’s actually nice, who wants to meet you and hang out. The guy next door is what he is.

. He shares his dorm with Pink and Brown, a situation that he enjoys. The three of them have an arcade machine in the living room area, that they team up on to get high scores. The mint condition rare comic books encased in glass on the wall and the baseball cards in the dorm are his, and he will fight you if you touch them.

. I love the idea of him being the one who anyone can go to for a shoulder to cry on, get cookies off of, hang out with, and talk to, no matter what status, class, race, gender, sexuality, or disability, he’s there for you.

MR. WHITE/LARRY DIMMICK

. White is the oldest of the gang, that one guy who waited for all his twenties, thirties, forties, and his early fifties to do university. A lot of people assume he’s just a professor or that he’s one of the faculty members. So when they find out he’s a student, it shocks them. He knows it, and takes pleasure in teasing the younger generation over it. But he is the most responsible with his studying and time.

. He’s studying mathematics for fun, in the way that Orange does as an outlet. To give him something to do in his spare time that will keep him sharp. It’s not so much for the sake of getting a degree, but rather for the experience.

. Larry is the big brother, the guy who lets his friends have fun, but will pull the plug when it gets to be too much. He’s still a mother hen in a way, though. He cares deeply for his peers, especially his secret lover, Freddy. Most of his friends say that his doting is annoying, but deep down, they think it’s sweet. But he does have a rep on campus as being a killjoy of house parties if they get too wild. He doesn’t want to get into trouble in any way shape or form at all, or have that as a mark against him.

. Much to his great distaste, he shares his dorm with Eddie Cabot and Vic Vega. It’s NEVER quiet in their room when they’re around, causing mayhem, being boys, and as he likes to say it “little shits.” No matter what he tries to enforce, it never sticks for more than a few hours with Vic and Eddie. They always say that he’s not their boss, which drives him absolutely crazy. Seriously, if he could chase them around campus with an axe like Jack Nicholson in The Shining, he would leap at the chance. To teach them a lesson about respecting their elders.

. Grumpy, sarcastic, and demanding as he can be, Larry is one of the more fun guys to be around, and being in university would not be the same if he wasn’t around.

MR. BROWN/JOHNNY CAMPBELL

. Oh, he couldn’t wait to get to university to do classes. He intentionally rushed his high school education, barely passing, because he wanted so badly to fulfill his post-secondary aspirations. He never misses a class, giving him a clean track record for attendance. He wouldn’t pass it up or take it for granted. Brown is one of the only students that takes time to study, do the work, and achieve the highest grades for the fullest experience. And it was him and ONLY him who wanted to go. Nobody except him made the call.

. Johnny is studying hard for degrees in film and visual arts, which are both his forte. Using the education he receives, he plans to head off to a prestigious film school; and then create Hollywood smash hit movies of his very own. He’s a film buff, always talking about movies and cinema whenever anybody’s around.

. This is not going to be surprising when I say that he’s the ADHD scatterbrain of the group. With crazy high energy levels, enthusiasm, and nerves, he still manages somehow to be the best in his whole film class. He’s a quirky weirdo, a charming asshole like Pink, with a little more class if that makes sense, ha ha.

. Pink and Orange are his roommates, and they all get along very well. They have an arcade machine in the dorm as I said earlier, along with a giant TV and entertainment console packed full of movies courtesy of him. It is not uncommon to see him sprawled out on the couch with popcorn, writing a paper for his film course while watching a movie. He’s a multitasker, totally.

. The Madonna speeches get annoying after awhile, his friends will admit. Brown is a key part of their group, who can make everyone laugh under any circumstances.

NICE GUY EDDIE CABOT

. Eddie is just like Brown, he doesn’t miss a single class. He’s upstanding about his education, paying full attention in class, taking notes as long as his arm, making gorgeous charts, and somehow being favoured at the teacher’s pet. The professor uses him as an example of a “proper acolyte” which pisses the rest of the students off. Eddie though? He relishes in the attention. And nobody can take him down a peg because of his social status on campus.

. Business and economics are what he’s majoring in, motivated by his desire to work with his dad running his own underworld operations. He has the personality for it, just the right amount of suaveness, logic, and that convincing attitude only the best of the best have.

. There is no simpler way to put this: Eddie is the classic All American rich white fuck-boy. I said earlier that nobody could push him around, and that’s all due to his popularity. Everybody in the massive university he attends knows him, Eddie Cabot, the golden boy, one of the rare kids with huge potential. He’s going places, which is proved by the flocks of people who always follow him around. No joke, he has his own sort of fan-club. Girls and guys swoon over him, raising him into the tier of sexiest man on campus. But if you want to climb the social ladder at the university, then get into Eddie’s good graces and you might just have a shot.

. This boy shares his room with his best friend Vic Vega, and Larry Dimmick. He knows the latter is not happy about it, so Eddie takes pleasure in teasing and pranking the old man whenever he can. Hiding his stuff, banging girls and guys on the sofa, getting drunk at midnight with Blonde, having parties in their dorm, and making obscene fart/potty jokes around Larry. It’s hilarious for everyone except White.

. He’s an expert at keeping up his image, hiding his dealings, crime background, and the whole list of illegal stuff he’s done from all his contemporaries except the Dogs and the PF crew. Speaking of the Pulp Fiction crew...

VINCENT VEGA/PULP FICTION

. Vincent was pressured to attend university in the exact same ways his brother was. The only difference is that he didn’t resist to the same degree as Vic did. He doesn’t like the situation per se, but he’s trying to make the best of his situation. So he’s the more attentive Vega brother towards his schooling. But don’t take that the wrong way, he’s still as rebellious as Vic is, only his delinquency is on the subtler side.

. He’s on a similar path as his brother is, studying political sciences. Law was too dry for him, as was social justice, so he settled on the alternative of the field he’s in. It’s mostly to make his parents happy. He craves their acceptance—deep down wanting nothing more than to be acknowledged as an equal to Vic, his older brother. But yes, he does show up to class, garnering excellent grades.

. It’s the Vega reputation to be troublemakers which Vincent gladly lives up to. He’s an effortlessly cool greaser boy, a leather-jacketed, slicked back hair, switchblade-carrying hooligan with an appetite for destruction. Him and Vic love to cause trouble. Oftentimes, they’ll hijack vehicles, beat up people in bars, start riots on campus, kiss the dean’s daughters, do whatever the hell they want and whenever. He still works with Jules, both boys reporting to Marsellus for work on weekends.

. The dormitory he resides in is right next door to the one that Eddie, Vic, Pink, Orange, White, and Brown live in. His roommates are Jules Winnfield, Mia Wallace, and Jimmie Dimmick, the only case of a girl sharing a dorm with all men in the whole building. It’s controversial, a battle they fight over and over again with conservative board members, deans, and faculty staff. Despite the rumours, it is all completely platonic. Vincent and Mia love to stoke that fire, enjoying the drama that comes from the speculation.

. Say what you want about Vincent Vega, he doesn’t care. At the end of the day, he’s not changing for anyone, something he has no intention of not proclaiming to all who will hear him.

MIA WALLACE/PULP FICTION

. She worked her ass off to get where she is. You want an example of a working class hero? Mia Wallace is your woman, your poster child. A trailer park kid from the lowest of the low in Los Angeles, she had a rough past that only motivated her to break free from that mold. No way was she going to live her life like the rest of her family, the idea makes her sick. You bet she’s the study queen of her friends, who never bails on class unless absolutely necessary. A straight A+ student, a lot of times Pink, Vic, Eddie, and Vincent, will ask her to write papers and assignments for them—which she does begrudgingly if they pay her enough.

. Mia is majoring in three subjects: anthropology, classics, and critical studies in sexuality, gender, and race. Of course, she’s the cream of the crop. Never has she ever failed an assignment or project. That has lead to some gossip that she’s sleeping with her teachers to get such high grades—which is untrue. But nobody will vocalize it unless they are crazy, for the same reasoning as why nobody keeps Eddie Cabot’s arrogance in check.

. She’s a popular kid, a feisty, gorgeous, dangerous, and unashamed activist. Mia is in all the clubs; a cheer captain, sorority princess, that one girl every guy dreams of fucking and every girl dreams of being. Yet, she’s still kinder than her elitist peers, like Orange is. She doesn’t really care that she’s as big as a sensation it is, proven in who she hangs out with.

. Jules, Jimmie, and Vincent are her roommates and best friends. The fact that she’s female and they’re male is not something she gets hung up on. They aren’t dating or hooking up, so why should it matter to her? Friends are friends, and she’s happily dating her boyfriend Marsellus. Nothing will change that. Although if you badger her enough, she’ll admit that they’re not bad looking, just not for her.

. Overall, I think Mia is one of the cooler members of the gang; and there is definitely nobody like her on that campus. She’s unique in capital letters, one of those people everybody imitates but can never truly be.

JULES WINNFIELD/PULP FICTION

. He totally wanted to attend university, one of his dreams as a child. It was difficult for him because of racial prejudice, throughout his childhood, high school years, and first year of post-secondary school. However, the college he goes to with his friends is progressive in terms of their beliefs; so this has helped him to thrive. The positive environment has given him the opportunity to crush stereotypes, turning in excellent work that exceeds the normal standards of work. Never would he miss a class, so you can assume that he basically doesn’t get sick either. The man is iconic on campus as an intellectual beyond his years, which we knew was coming.

. Jules was eager to study philosophy, religion, and social justice, majoring in the first two and the third one being more of a fun outlet. He often works with Vincent, Mia, and Vic on their assignments, because they are all in fields that are similar enough that they can work together as study buddies. But unlike Mia, he will NOT write projects or papers for anybody. He believes that if you got yourself into it, you do the work.

. In his friend group of the Pulp Fiction crew and Reservoir Dogs/Eddie, he’s the most philosophical of them. I picture him to be the epitome of the light and dark academia aesthetics, the same level of sophistication, dedication, and academic suaveness, if you will. His favourite places to hang out in are the school library and Starbucks, where he often studies with Mia and Vincent, rarely Vic too.

. By now you should know that his roommates are Jimmie, Vincent, and Mia. All the religious imagery, textbooks, shelf of coffee bags, they belong to him, and make the space uniquely his. He gets along well with his friends, the four of them relaxing together in their free time. The only real criticism he has is that Mia being present stresses him out slightly. It is not because he’s sexist in anyway, just that he does not want to make her uncomfortable. So he’s always on his best behaviour when she’s around so as not to offend her.

. I think that Jules is like Freddy Newandyke, in the sense that he doesn’t see social status as a hinderance when it comes to him making friends. He’s polite to pretty much everybody, an all around boy next door guy at the end of the day. Just more sensitive, I suppose, ha ha.

JIMMIE DIMMICK/PULP FICTION

. I wish that there was more content for Jimmie on this platform, I don’t see a ton of fanfic for him. He’s a totally underrated Tarantino, my only complaint being his use of slurs, which is not cool. Anyways, I headcanon that the only reason that Jimmie is in university is to woo the girl he’s so madly in love with, Bonnie. She’s a gorgeous med student, who has been friends with him since they were in middle school. And of course, he’s been head over heels for her over the entire course of their friendship. The only real reason he does decently or is even studying in her classes is because he wants to impress her.

. Nursing is what he’s in, with Bonnie at his side. He really only took the classes to get closer to her, he didn’t really have an interest in it before. Originally, he wanted to do trade school, either as an electrician or a mechanic. But the harder he fell for her, the more that dream got pushed out of his mind. Jimmie never misses a class unless Bonnie does, and he does all the required work as best as he can. I like to think that Jimmie has moderate dyslexia that he doesn’t tell anybody about, because he doesn’t want to be teased and have Bonnie know. ( She does, and she loves him even with it )

. Jimmie has the sarcastic asshole nature of Pink, mixed with his comedic personality and hopeless romanticism towards the girl he loves. He’s that kid you see wearing dad t-shirts that speaks more sarcasm than English; a high school loser who never really knew how to socialize properly. But he does have friends, close ones.

. He’d much prefer to be roommates with Bonnie, there’s no sugarcoating that. However, he finds himself stuck with Vincent Vega, Mia Wallace, and his best friend Jules Winnfield. Jules isn’t a problem for him, they’re pals. Mia and Vincent are good too, just not his first choice. If it wasn’t for him stocking up on so much coffee with the help of Jules, they’d all be lost.

. Being subtle is not one of Jimmie’s strong suits, especially when it comes to Bonnie. She knows all about his adoration for her. She sees the longing glances, the struggle he has to not kiss her or hold her hand without her hand ( I meant this in a non-rapey way, Jimmie respects boundaries ), how much he truly loves her. And she’s crazy for him too, just worried that he would reject her if he found out who she really was.

IMAGES THAT SUM UP THE UNIVERSITY LIFE FOR THEM ( none of these are mine, I found them all on Pinterest or Google ):