eridanXreader-scarves

       You let out a sigh as you leave your house. It was fucking cold outside, and unseasonably so. You make your way over to your car, but when you attempt to turn the thing on, it doesn't work. You groan and hop on your bike, deciding the grocery store you wanted to visit in the first place was much closer than the repair place. The things a piece of shit really, and the brakes don't work very well.
       Naturally, you run into a pedestrian.
       "WWHAT THE HELL?" the stranger screamed at you, his hair a mess and his scarf tangled in the gears of your good-for-nothing bike. He has blonde hair with a streak of purple running through the middle, and his glasses are knocked crooked over his face. You're about to apologize to the hipster, when he cuts you off. "That scarf wwas fuckin' EXPENSIVE!  My cod, water you even thinking, biking in wweather like this! Noww I have to find someplace else that sells such HIGH QUALITY SCARVVES!" he fumed.
       Okay, this guy was a dick. What on earth was 'high quality scarves' supposed to mean? There was a way to differentiate the quality of scarves? What was with the fish puns, even? Of course, you don't know. You do know that you're really pissed at this guy, and today is not the best day to teed you off. "Now listen here, you idiotic blowfish, I've been having a really terrible day. My car broke down, its cold out, and now I have to deal with a guy whose ego is bigger than Jupiter. Plus, thanks to your 'high quality scarf,' my bike has been reduced to a worthless head of shit, and I have to WALK ten miles to buy food. I do not need to hear any bullshit from the third thing I mentioned, okay? So please take your Harry-Potter themed hipster ass somewhere else and rant."
       Now you've done it! The moron looks like he's holding his breath, turning red in his attempt to find a burn to beat the one you just dealt him. His eyes are squinted and his face is scrunched up and he looks really kind of cute and you derail that chain of thought before it goes any further. Smirking, you turn away from the moron and continue your trek, now hauling your POS bike. You stop in your tracks, glaring at the sky, when you hear a "WWAIT!"
       The hipster runs up to you, and looks at the ground. "Wwell... If your car broke down.... I guess I could givve you a ride or somefin..." he said, making it seem like a required offer that he was really annoyed by. You're giving him a skeptical look, because the idiot just screamed at you because of a ruined scarf, but you figure your luck can't go down further than it has already, so you give it a try and nod. He pulls out a cell phone and calls over a fucking LIMO, smirking at you as your jaw drops. He opens the door for you, acting like an actual gentleman instead of a dickwad with a huge ego, and you're beginning to feel like you misjudged the guy.
       "Hey, I nevver got your name by the wway. I'm Eridan." he introduces. "My name is ______." you reply, looking at the window. You exchange pesterchums and you're really starting to feel like Eridan wasn't so bad after all. You reach the store after a few minutes, and Eridan escorts you out again, acting all prim and proper. You find it a bit hard to stifle your giggles at this display. You thank him, and are about to be on your way, when suddenly he grabs you and pulls you close. He's smirking, and you're blushing, and you can feel his breath on your face. "By the wway....." he says devilishly, leaning in so that your noses touch "you owwe me a replacement scarf." he whispered, and was off again before you could protest.
        'Oh Eridan Ampora, you evil, rude, conniving, HANDSOME-ass moron,' you think, turning around to enter the store. 'You definitely haven't seen the last of me.'