Tumgik
#anti teacher x student pairings
hisunshiine · 9 months
Text
—college nights, diner fights | jjk
Tumblr media
pairing: waiter!jungkook x waitress!reader au/genre: diner au, e2l, angst, smut, fluff rating: M wc: 9,664 warnings: POV switches (obvious, tho) mentions of domestic abuse and alluded infidelity (parents not pairing), JK's mom has terrible boyfriends and his dad is a petty "Disney" dad, Reader's parents are better but not around often, mentions of Jungkook having to protect his mom from the bad boyfriends, mean teachers, enemiesssssss, triggering middle school memories can be brought up upon reading the banter of middle school JK and reader LOL but also not LOL, swearing, vulgar statements, forced proximity, secret mutual pining, a drunken physical altercation/assault at work (mild), mentions of blood, minor cuts/scrapes, kissing, tattoo tracing SMUT warnings: oral (f receiving), praise an: shoutout to my beta readers @colormepurplex2 @downbad4yoongi @mrsparkjimin18 @peachiilovesot7 for helping me get this thing done in time despite me being on vacation and dragging my feet! thank you all so much for the motivation, for brainstorming, and just all around positive feedback! summary: If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen! You and Jungkook have been enemies for as long as you can remember—elementary school even—and when Seokjin hires him despite knowing this, you have to call a truce during working hours. When an incident at work leads Jungkook, and you, to put things into a different perspective, will the heated diner fights become a passionate college night? Or will it fizzle before it can start?
Bangtanstrology Writing Event hosted by ME of @bangtanwritershq
My Big 3 are: Sun (Member): Gemini- Jungkook, Moon (How They Met): Scorpio- Late Night Diner, Rising (Trope): Libra- Enemies to Lovers
Tumblr media
Part 1: Elementary School
Elementary school is supposed to be fun. For you, 11 years old and in the fifth grade, elementary school is perhaps the best time of your life so far. Your dad signed up for career day, and you are excited beyond measure for him to come in and meet with your class to talk about his job.
It’s rare that you get to spend time with your dad, as his job keeps him pretty busy. The fact that he was able to show up today was a miracle in and of itself, but he negotiated presenting first so that he could leave first to get to work. 
“Everyone, please welcome our first parent speaker, Mr. Cha.”
Your classmates applaud as your dad steps forward to the podium in the front center of the classroom and you beam from ear to ear. He looks all spiffy—hair styled well, suit pressed, and shoes shined. 
“Good morning, boys and girls, I am Mr. Cha, and I am here to speak to you about my career. To be honest, I have two jobs,” he pauses as the kids, including you, look at him in both awe and confusion, “I am the father to that little girl right there,” he points to you and you giggle. “That is a full time job all on its own, but for the other time spent working, I am a plastic surgeon.”
You can’t help the pride you feel from your classmates clapping as your dad shares. He talks about the schooling needed to get to his position, shares study tips for the transition to middle and high school, which—while still some time away—will be good to begin practicing even now. 
“You’re so handsome, Mr. Cha! Have you ever had any work done yourself?” one of the students asks during the question time.
“Ah, great question! I have tried some of the treatments that we offer at my clinic, because if I don’t believe in it, why should others have faith in me and the services I offer?” he explains. “I had a colleague of mine fix my deviated nose bridge, which I injured playing basketball in college, and I maintain my skin with various anti-aging treatments as well. It’s important to start taking care of your skin even at this age! Princess, come help me please.” Your dad gestures to you, and you rise from the chair, only a little embarrassed at him using your nickname. “Help me pass these out to your classmates.”
You begin walking around the room, placing the small cardstock printouts on each of your classmates’ desks as your dad continues speaking.
“These are coupons for my office. You can give these to a family member, or if your parents will allow you to come in, we offer a free consultation to check your skin, and a reduced rate for any skin care products or procedures for any of my princess’s classmates and their family.” He wraps up his presentation there, pulling you into him for a side hug as he smiles at your classmates and the other parents waiting in the wings to present. “Thank you for letting me present, I’ve got to run because I have a rhinoplasty scheduled today, and I need to prepare, but I had a lot of fun talking with you all today!” As your dad kisses your forehead, he whispers a quick goodbye as he leaves your classroom. You’ve never felt so proud.
🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️
“Okay, everyone, let’s line up for P.E.,” Ms. Kim directs, and you jump in line with your peers to walk down to the field. Your classroom teacher disappears for his break as Ms. Kim takes over, and thus ensues a battle between your class as you play ‘Capture the Flag’. 
“The rules are simple,” Ms. Kim explains, “a ball is placed on each side of the field in that box.” She points at the four cones creating a safe zone with a kickball inside of it. “Once the game begins, players have to cross the midline into ‘enemy’ territory to try and capture the ball and bring it back to their side. The other team has to stop you from stealing the ball by pulling the flags to remove your waistband—no tackling! Understand?”
“Yes, Ms. Kim!” 
“Good. If your belt is pulled off, you stand off to the side at the cone here, okay? That’s the jail. To rescue your teammates from jail, you have to high five them. You must return to your side before attempting to go after the ball again. Once a player enters the box, they are safe, but they cannot stay in there forever…” 
You tune out Ms. Kim because you already know how to play, and instead busy yourself with wrapping the tan belt around your waist, adjusting the position of the three blue flags hanging from it. The red team moves to their side of the midline, and you stretch your legs idly as you wait for the teacher to blow her whistle. 
🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️
Huffing, you pout as you walk to the jail cone, re-attaching the waistband that your classmate pulled off. He’s put you in jail several times now, almost as if he’s targeting only you during the game. It’s getting a little irritating, since Jeon Jungkook is the fastest boy in the fifth grade, but he’s spending all of his time chasing you instead of helping his team win. Even now, he’s guarding the jail so your best friend can’t come to save you again.
“Dang, JK, you pulled her flag again?” Kim Taehyung snickers loudly as he jogs over to where you’re held captive.
“Can’t let the princess get everything, now can we?” he taunts, a sarcastic tone to his words.
Kim Taehyung, unable to whisper to save his life, leans into Jungkook and asks, “Do you think her dad worked on her face? No way she’s that pretty on her own.”
Your feelings are split between irritated and pleased at the backhanded compliment. 
“She’s not that pretty, it looks more like her dad messed up her face, ‘cause she’s so ugly,” Jungkook counters, and it’s hard to decipher if his cheeks are red from playing or from talking about your looks.
“But, you said last week that she was—”
Ms. Kim’s whistle blows to end the game, and you miss the end of Taehyung’s statement. Walking away from the two fools, you barely get a foot outside of the jail zone when a sharp tug at your waist stops you in your tracks. You look down and see your belt missing, and hear a soft thud a few moments later as it hits the grass in the opposite direction several yards away.
Taehyung is laughing, his large boxy grin behind his hand as Jungkook smirks at you. 
“You lost.”
The two then take off towards where your teacher is collecting the game belts, leaving you to backtrack to get yours.
“What took you so long? Everyone else has already returned to the building. Taking your time  to head back to class is not good sportsmanship.”
“But, Jungkook—”
“No excuses. Hurry up and get inside.”
Jogging back to the building, you get another scolding when you reach the classroom, with your teacher telling you that just because your dad is a surgeon and came for Career Day does not mean you get to behave this way. From the corner of your eye, you watch as Jungkook eats up every second of the scolding, seeming to enjoy the way you wilt as it continues. As you walk back to your seat, you don’t see Jungkook stick out his foot, and you trip loudly as the desks and chairs nearest you clatter and clang as you try to regain your footing.
As the boys snicker at your forced clumsiness, you vow to yourself that Jeon Jungkook is the worst person to exist, and you will hate him for as long as you live. 
Tumblr media
Part 2: Middle School
Jungkook’s had a hard week. Chuseok just ended, and he had to spend it with his dad’s family instead of with his mom this year, per their divorce agreement. He’s partially thankful because it allowed him a moment to rest. His hypervigilance with his mom’s new boyfriend is tiring, and his grades are suffering for it. But Jungkook is tired of these men sniffing around for a piece of the ‘supposed’ alimony his mom receives from his dad, because everyone was aware when the CEO of Jeon Industries divorced his wife and married his secretary. Jungkook begged to switch schools, but his parents refused, despite it being reported on several news outlets for a month in sixth grade. 
Eighth grade hasn’t been so bad for him though, no one talks about the divorce anymore, and Jungkook is able to be just Jungkook, known for his athletic abilities and gaming. He was able to guilt his dad into a new gaming computer, since he forgot to take him back to school shopping, and Jungkook is able to help his mom pay the bills each month with the earnings he makes betting on Overwatch. 
So when he returns back home, tired of hearing tales and seeing pictures of the trip to Cancun with the new baby that conveniently interrupted the planned shopping trip, to see his bed holding a Nike box with the shoes Jungkook begged his mom to get at the start of the year, he’s elated. He erupts into shouts and whoops of excitement, running to the kitchen to hug his mom.
“Ouch!” she can’t hide the wince as Jungkook pulls back from the embrace.
“I didn’t even squeeze you that tightly, Mom. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, it’s nothing, you know how clumsy I am, I ran into the dining room table the other night—”
Jungkook doesn’t even think as he reaches for the hem of her shirt, barely lifting it to see an ugly burgundy bruise spreading across her abdomen.
“Mom! Did he do this to you?” Jungkook demands, fury building in his body. 
“N-no, honey, you know how I c-can be,” she stutters through the lie, but they both know the truth. 
“Mom, if he did this because of money, just return the shoes, it’s fine.”
“No. I bought those for you. You deserve them.” His mom is resolute, turning away and adjusting her shirt as she goes back to cooking dinner. “Plus, we broke up. He won’t be back.”
Up in his room, Jungkook readies the shoes for school tomorrow. He has a few nice things, his dad is a CEO after all, but after the divorce, Jungkook chose his mom, and his dad took it personally. His dad didn’t understand, but the choice was clear to Jungkook. His dad had a new wife, but his mom had no one. Jungkook couldn't leave her too. But his dad became spiteful after that, and so Jungkook can’t take most things his dad buys him to his mom’s house, including certain clothes and shoes. 
It’s why he’s so upset about his dad missing back-to-school shopping, because those were usually the only things he was allowed to take to his mom’s, but this year he has nothing new. Not until his mom bought him the Nike Dunks he’s been coveting. Jungkook is happy, proud of his mom for choosing him over the newest boyfriend, and lying in bed, he finally feels like maybe his life isn’t so bad. He hears a knock at the door, and his mom’s tired feet shuffling to answer it.
“Please, Jongyeon-ah, I promise, it won’t happen again.” 
Jungkook rolls over, grabbing his headphones to drown out the sounds of the pleading, good for nothing, weaseling himself back into his mom’s life.
🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️
 “Yo, Jungkook, those dunks are fly!”
Jungkook props his shoes up on the desk next to his in class, showing off the brand-new kicks to Taehyung.
“Yeah, they're limited edition.” Jungkook knows his response is a little douchebag-esque, but he doesn’t care. He’s wanted these shoes for the longest time, and after all of the bullshit he dealt with during Chuseok and now waking up to see that greasy slimeball his mom said she was done with shirtless at the table for breakfast, he just wants to pretend for once that his life is perfect. 
“Take your crusty shoes off my desk,” you scoff. Jungkook ignores you for a few seconds, leaving his feet where he has them propped on your desk. He hates that you called his shoes crusty, knowing that they’re not. They don’t even have a speck of dirt on them! He made sure of that upon his arrival, being overly cautious with each step and wiping away any blemish he perceived to be there.
“Awe, is the princess jealous she doesn’t have the limited edition dunks?” Jungkook can’t pinpoint when this rivalry started, he just knows that for as long as he can remember, the two of you have been enemies. 
“There’s a reason the supply is limited. It’s because they’re ugly and they stopped making them once they realized someone would have to be an idiot to wear them. You sitting here with them just proves this point.” You push his crossed feet off your desk and he lets you, but Jungkook holds you in his glare.
“One day you’ll stop being a hater, drowning in all that Haterade you’ve been drinking,” Jungkook makes a play on words, and his friends ‘ooooh’ and high five at his middle school burn.
🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️
At lunch, Jungkook precariously steps between the seats to avoid damaging his shoes. His shins are starting to hurt from how he’s walking to avoid creasing his sneakers, but it’s worth the pain to him. He’s successfully avoided getting any food on his shoes from the sloppy eaters, and as he makes the last stretch to the door, a loud yell catches him off guard.
“Watch it!”
Nayeon, one of your lackeys, warns everyone as she’s bumped by you and her red sports drink goes flying. Jungkook is stuck between tables, backpacks cluttering the aisle and Nayeon’s body flailing taking up all of the space. It all happens in seconds—a hip check, a flying drink, and the contents now strewn across the floor and Jungkook’s new sneakers and laces now stained a bright red, dripping across the leather and fabric of his brand new, limited edition Nike Dunks. 
“Oh my god, Nayeon, you are so clumsy!”
Jungkook gawps at you, unbelieving, as your annoying voice fills the silence that took over the room only moments before.
“So sorry, Jungkook. Nayeon bumped into me and then she spilled her haterade—I mean Gatorade—all over your new shoes! I hope those weren’t hard to get or anything! I’m sure your CEO daddy can get you a new pair.”
Jungkook storms from the room, seething at your audacity. If you had any idea about his life, would you treat him this way? He wishes you could walk a day in his shoes, maybe you would realize that life outside your perfect, princess bubble is not always sweet, and would think twice before being a bitch to him, but it’s too late for him to change his view of you. You are the devil’s spawn and Jungkook has never hated someone as much as he hates you.
Tumblr media
Part 3: High School
Getting into BTS-U should be easy for you, what with your dad being an alumnus, but you don’t want to rely on nepotism. You’ve been working your ass off for good grades all four years of high school, and the final determination of your competency is about to start. Only one student can represent your high school as the Youth of the Year, winning prestige and honor by being granted early admission into any four-year university in the country of their choice without needing CSAT scores. 
The last of the trials, the oral interview, is scheduled for today and as you sit outside the room in the creaky, overly hard chair, your heart pounds. Of course, the final two students competing for this merit would be the two students who despise each other the most in the school, making the competition that much more important to you. 
You cannot lose to fucking Jeon Jungkook.
“We’re ready for you!”
The chipper voice startles you from your thoughts as you steel yourself to go into the final challenge. 
🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️
“Thank you all for your participation in the Youth of the Year program. As you know, the contenders were all very high achieving and will have plenty of options available to you for your future. Do not let not being named deter you from the future awaiting you all. Now, today, we interviewed the two finalists from this wonderful school, and while both were outstanding, one student really opened up and shared a vulnerable side to him that inspired us. He has already begun an incredible journey in his young life, showcasing a will to succeed. Jeon Jungkook, please stand.”
The crowd in the auditorium bursts into applause as you burst into tears. The one good thing about this ceremony is that the finalists do not sit on stage, so in the chaos and celebration, you are able to sneak away to the bathroom. Jeon Jungkook looked so shocked to have been chosen, but you knew that he couldn’t actually be shocked. His mom stood up with him, hugging him with pride, and your parents couldn’t even be bothered to show up for such an important moment. 
You tell yourself it’s not a big deal, that you have done well and will most likely have the same options for college as Jungkook does, but being a Youth of the Year finalist is not the same as being the Youth of the Year. What really hurts you the most is that if the roles were switched, Jungkook’s mom would be there to hug him and tell him he did great and fought hard. If you had been chosen, you still would’ve been alone, but at least the loneliness wouldn’t have hurt as much. 
The judges who interviewed you must think you don’t need the help, that you have everything you could ever want, so why would they choose the spoiled little rich girl? Why would they choose the girl who eats dinner with the maids, who read bedtime stories to herself growing up, the girl who has everything—everything except a family that loves her more than their careers and supports her unfailingly?
Facing the mirror, you reach for your purse and pull out the small makeup pouch so that you can erase any evidence of the sadness you feel today, brimming with the unshed tears of yesterday, and prepare your battle face to go back out there and be cordial as the runner up. Another battle you’ll face alone. 
Tumblr media
Part 4: College at BTS-U
“Welcome to Jin’s Diner, have a seat wherever you’d—what the fuck are you doing here?”
The chiming of the door opening caught your ear, so you’d turned to greet the newest customer, except instead of an overly tired trucker or a group of post-clubbing college students, you’re faced with one Jeon Jungkook.
“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” he asks, eyebrow pitched and smirk full of snark.
“No, I kiss your father with this mouth. Now get out.” You go back to wiping down the counters, ignoring the stare of your arch-nemesis as you finish cleaning.
“Now, now, Baby Cakes, let your new coworker into the diner so you can finally get the help you've been asking for.”
You turn to the owner’s son, Kim Seokjin, mouth gaping open in confusion. “Coworker? I thought you read through the notes I made on all of the applicants?”
“Yes, I did, and they were very helpful. He’ll be working nights with you, so show him to the back while I grab a lock for his locker and a uniform.”
“Sir—”
“Now, Cakes.”
Seokjin disappears into the hallway towards his office, and you turn back to Jungkook, who’s standing smugly with his arms crossed watching you.
“Ugh, keep up, small fry.” 
Jungkook’s black boots squeak along the freshly mopped floor as he hustles to catch up with you. The doorway behind the counter opens into the kitchen, where the two line cooks, Hoseok and Yoongi, work diligently. Hoseok is sitting next to the recently delivered products with a clipboard in hand as he counts the items, while Yoongi is wiping down his area before the rush begins. You clear your throat loudly to gather their attention.
“We have a new waiter, his name is Jeon Jungkook, but he shall go by Small Fry, I think.” The smile on your face is devilish, and the two men snicker as they take in the newbie rushing in behind you.
“Wait, why am I ‘Small Fry’?” he asks, only a little out of breath from having to round the counter and catch up to you.
“Because everyone who works here gets called a food nickname, helps with the creeps, especially on nights.”
“I’m Suga,” Yoongi greets, “and this here is Hobi-Honey, but we just call him Hobi for short.”
“And I’m Baby Cakes, as you heard bossman say.”
“What’s your real name again, Small Fry?” Yoongi asks, his platinum hair shining in the fluorescent kitchen lights.
“It’s Jungkook,” he answers, emphasizing his name as he glares at you.
“Hmm, Baby Cakes, I think he might be better suited to Cooky…”
“Isn’t that too close to his name?” you argue, hoping to keep Small Fry, but when you see Hobi shake his head, you know you’ve lost.
“Fine, Cooky it is then! Next new hire will be called Small Fry no matter what!” you concede, waving Jungkook to follow you towards the back of the kitchen.
He trails you quietly as you push a swinging wooden door with a circular window in it and lead him into the employee lounge. Seokjin is whistling to himself as you enter, twirling a metal lock around his finger. You look around the room, surprised at how quickly he had everything ready.
“Great, you met Suga and Hobi then?” he asks, nodding at the door you just entered.
“Yes, I figured it would be best to do that first on the way here.”
“So, Jungkook—”
“He’s Cooky,” you interrupt, but Seokjin just shakes your rudeness off.
“—Cooky, this here’s the lounge. The door you just entered is used while you’re on shift for breaks and such. When you arrive for your shift and leave for the night, it should always be through the door behind me.” He gestures to a purple-handled door. “To the left are the employee cubbies, and to the right, we have the laundry station, small kitchenette, and door to the staff bathroom.” 
You nod at the TV mounted on the wall next to the swinging door. “The remote always stays on this table,” you tap the main table in the room that seats six, “and we typically keep the TV on ESPN, MTV, or my personal favorite, HGTV.”
“Thank you, Cakes. Now, your Jin’s Diner gear stays here, we’ll wash it for you after each shift you work.” Seokjin points to a stacked washer and dryer in the corner. “Just throw it in the wash after your shift each night. We’ll put it back in your cubby for you once dry.”
Jungkook nods, but he looks a bit overwhelmed from all of the information. You take the lead and sit down first hoping he’ll follow you. You know Seokjin talks fast and moves through the employee information even faster, and despite not liking Jeon Jungkook, you need the help on your shift since Mochi quit to focus on his last semester.
You grab a permanent marker and white label from the center of the table, tossing it across to Jungkook with a little more force than necessary.
“We each have a cubby, with a small locker inside. Use this to write your name and then claim an empty spot, and you can also write your name on the tags of your uniform.”
Seokjin grabs plastic-wrapped clothing articles from the cabinet next to the laundry station and approaches the table, too, tossing down the new clothing. 
“Your gear. Shirt, apron, and a ballcap. If you want a visor instead, let me know. Black, khaki, or blue jeans, black non-slip shoes, keep the blingy jewelry at home.”
“Dammit, I was planning to choke him with his chain after the first shift.”
Seokjin levels his gaze at you, and you know you’re pushing your limits with him. 
“I’ll have you follow Baby Cakes around to learn the drill for taking orders, but mostly you’ll be bussing tables tonight. I’ll work on the final processing of your paperwork in the meantime. Cakes, come with me while he changes.”
You follow Seokjin out of the lounge and back towards the office. He opens the door and steps back to allow you to enter first, shutting the door behind him as he follows you into the room.
“You need to tone it down. I know you said that you and he have some bad blood, but we need the help and he’s the best applicant we have.”
“It’s deeper than that, Jinnie, he’s literally been tormenting me since elementary school. We work with heavy-duty machinery and cutlery. You might come in one morning to find that one of us has stabbed the other to death.” You push out your bottom lip and give him your best, roundest, watery puppy eyes. “Is that what you really want?”
“What I want is to have a fully staffed evening shift so that my best girl can stop having bags under her eyes and complaining about her feet hurting every shift.” Seokjin smiles teasingly at you. “Plus, you need a good annual review to get a raise, and training new employees looks good to the owner.”
“Your dad is the owner! You can just tell him to give me a raise!”
“I could…but this is so much more fun. Who knows, he’s kinda hot…maybe you find out that the reason he’s picked on you your whole life is because he has a crush on you.”
“That fallacy is just a way for the patriarchy to continue to push abuse acceptance and the ‘boys will be boys’ agenda.” You cross your arms, but overall you know Seokjin is right. You’ve always prided yourself on being able to adapt well to situations, put a fake smile on when you need to deal with rude customers or your parents missing another monumental event in your life. “But fine. At work, it’ll be a ceasefire. That’s about all I can promise you.”
Tumblr media
“I thought you said there would be a ceasefire!” Seokjin yells at you from where you sit in his office. Jungkook is seated next to you, slouching in the chair with his head turned away towards the wall. You can see his jaw clenching every few seconds as Seokjin continues berating you. “Instead, I got a call from a family friend that you two were so busy yelling at each other for not doing your jobs that you effectively stopped doing your job!” 
You huff as you roll your eyes, turning away from Jungkook’s severely hot—no—aggravating jawline, (where did that thought even come from?) to respond to Seokjin.
“That’s not even what happened last night! This idiot decided to fuck with the seating and of course, since the big game is tomorrow, we had a lot of people stop in and it was noisy. I was trying to seat the guests who were being louder and rowdier on one side so that our regulars,” you glare at Jungkook, who’s still refusing to look at either you or Seokjin, “could dine in peace, but when I ran to the back to restock the napkins for the bar top, he seated people himself. He’s not the host. He’s still a newbie! It’s been, what? Three, four months?”
“...Four,” Jungkook mumbles, but you ignore it.
“And so then poor Mrs. Hana ended up dealing with the hooligans who disrupted her meal, and yes, it was when I was trying to explain to him how seating works—”
“I know how seating works, it’s not rocket science!”
“So then why would you mess with the flow of the diner and seat them there?!”
“Because you,” Jungkook finally breaks the stoic act and turns to face you abruptly, so much so you almost visibly jump, “kept seating the large groups in your sections, which meant that you were giving yourself the better tips and leaving me with the geriatrics who barely leave anything!”
“Are you serious? You think I was trying to take tips from you? I hate dealing with the sports crowd! I would have gladly traded with you if you had said something to me, but you were too busy ignoring me when I was trying to talk to you about dividing up the floor—”
“—you talk to me like I’m a child, so of course I was ignoring you, you dolt—”
“—really piss me off, you think I would stoop so low, probably because it’s what you would do—”
“Shut up, both of you!” Seokjin’s eyes have a hardness to them you are not used to seeing. He’s usually laid back, but the stress lines on his face speak to an underlying tension you aren’t aware of. “Look,” he takes a deep breath, rubbing his hand over his eyes briefly, “this can’t happen again. Mrs. Hana could’ve broken her hip slipping on the spilled soda, and her son is debating suing us. My dad is obviously handling this situation, but that means your jobs are on the table. If her son demands it in exchange to avoid a lawsuit, I can’t stop it.”
It settles on you at that moment, how severe this is. You know that the little, old lady regular slipped and fell, but both you and Jungkook rushed over to help her up, comping her meal and walking her outside to sit quietly and assess how she was feeling while waiting for her son to arrive. Not only that, but he didn’t seem mad when he picked her up—just worried about if she was in pain and if she needed to go see a doctor. Apparently, after the shock wore off, his anger set in.
“I’m sorry, Seokjin. It won’t happen again.”
“Get to your shift, I’m sure Nam—I mean Porkchop—is ready to go. Remember, Suga will be late today, the championship game is tonight. So no more ignoring the hooligans and Cooky,” Seokjin gives his leveled glare to Jungkook this time, “Baby Cakes is in charge. I know you’re eager to prove yourself, and you’ve done well so far, but she’s worked the aftermath of championship games before.”
Jungkook stares back at Seokjin, a low humming tension filling the room before he answers with a “Yes, sir.” 
Tumblr media
The diner is louder than Jungkook’s ever heard before as he goes around clearing tables now that the game is over. His coworker, Yoongi, did amazing from what he saw on the screen. BTS-U wore their white home jerseys with purple and black lettering, so it was easy to see when number 3 hit the game-winning three-pointer. 
Now, as the same white jersey is stepping into the diner, all of the fans cheer and bang their cups and silverware to congratulate the MBC Cup National University Basketball Championship’s MVP for the win tonight. 
Jungkook looks across the dining area, where he sees you kneeling on the countertop clapping your hands above your head. The uniform dress that you chose for tonight has risen higher up your thigh than normal—probably from the way you climbed up onto the counter—giving Jungkook a pretty good view of the skin leading up to what he’s sure are lace panties. He’s walked in on you changing one too many times to not know your preference. 
He can’t look away from you; something about the sheer energy radiating off of you is magnetic, as if you’re lit from within, and before he knows it, he’s moving closer to you. Jungkook knows he can’t stand you personally, but physically? He’ll never admit this aloud—not since Taehyung almost told you the truth back in elementary school— but you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. 
He doesn’t have much time to ponder your looks as you bring two fingers to your lips and let out a loud wolf whistle, setting you off balance with the action. Luckily he’s already been pulled into your orbit, because he catches you with two strong hands on your waist before you can fall off the counter.
“Thanks, Cooky!” you say, eyes alight and voice pleasant, as if you’ve forgotten who Jungkook is to you, and who you are to him. 
“No problem, Baby Cakes.” Jungkook helps you climb down, and when you bend forward to place your palms on the counter to dismount, he sees his hypothesis on your panties is right. His eyes remain on your ass as you extend a leg to the floor, and despite the trouble the two of you got into before your shift, Jungkook can’t seem to care to remember why he shouldn’t be enjoying the view.
“Congrats, Suga!” Jungkook watches as you launch yourself into Yoongi’s arms, giving him a loud smooch on the cheek.
“Thanks, Cakes, that last shot was for you.” He winks, and Jungkook doesn’t understand why he’s feeling so affected, but he wants to blame it on those panties you unknowingly flashed for the irritation he feels toward his friend for flirting with you. She’s your enemy, Kook, get it the fuck together.
Jungkook stalks away, grabbing his bussing bin and rag so he can clean up the table of the group in line to pay.
🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️
“Fuck you and your sorry-ass school!” 
Jungkook turns his head to see you standing feet shoulder-width apart with your arms crossed, looking so much like the evil bitch he’s come to know. Only this time, it’s directed towards an EXO-U fan, by the looks of the silver and black shirt he’s sporting.
“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
You command the space well, and had the man been sober, he probably would have listened to you when you gave him the polite option to leave on his own two feet. As luck would have it, the man grew more belligerent with each passing moment, causing Jungkook to run and grab Yoongi from the back to help handle the situation. Jungkook doesn’t like what he’s hearing when he returns to the front.
“You dumb cunt, we don’t have to leave! Come over here, baby, suck my cock like you suck their players, bet that’s why they won, huh? Saw you all over their star player earlier, let me get a piece, bitch.”
Jungkook wants to lunge at the man, but Yoongi beats him to the table, effortlessly grabbing the man by his arm and neck to yank him from his booth seat.
Jungkook gets to his other side, helping the man walk towards the double glass doors as Yoongi mutters menacingly at the patron.
“Best not show your face around here again, if you know what’s good for you. Find another place to eat, and we won’t beat your ass.”
Yoongi lets go of the man once they clear the sidewalk into the parking lot, the man’s friends stumble out behind, but Jungkook shoves the man hard, and he falls to the ground. He feels no remorse for the man; he reminds him too much of the creeps his mom dealt with: stench of alcohol on their breath that grew with each vulgar word that rolled out of their mouths, animosity leeching from their greasy skin—Jungkook needs to wash his hands and splash his face. 
Fleeing inside, he bypasses you cleaning up the mess the rowdy table left behind, unable to hear the words you say clearly enough to decipher them. He knows that it’s almost time to close up and he has a few tasks to do to help speed up the process, but he’ll get to them in a minute. He just needs a minute to shake off this feeling, and then he’ll be okay to do the final cleaning for the evening, and find out what you said.
Tumblr media
You’ve always hated dealing with the championship game guests, but always loved being with the crowd because of the thrill and your love for the game. The shift wasn’t terrible work-wise, as Jungkook really pulled his weight throughout the shift, allowing you to be in charge as the hostess and main waitress, filling in where you needed and bussing tables as the guests rotated through the double doors.
And you can’t lie, when you almost lost your balance on the counter, it was kind of hot that he was there to catch you, and help you down safely. With his jawline that can cut glass and his warm hands sitting large on your hips, you were a little sad to have them drop away, but you hid your disappointment in congratulating Suga and then moved on with the shift.
Of course, such a perfectly good shift had to end with a douchebag. To your surprise, when you turn to look to Jungkook for help, he’s already approaching with Suga in tow. And damn your worst enemy if he doesn’t do the second hottest thing of the night, vanquishing the drunkard with the sailor’s mouth from your sight, his foul friends trailing behind. 
You clear off the table, the half-eaten food discarded in the trash and you realize that it needs to be taken out now before the last of the tables are done. Jungkook speed walks past you, so you call out to him, “Cooky, take the trash out, please!”
You finish sweeping under the table, then wipe down the booth’s table as Suga also returns inside, pausing to check on you.
“Everything good, Cakes?”
You nod, placing a hand on your hip as you reflect on the incident. “Yeah, he was a real fuck boy, but you and Cooky saved me just in time.”
“Always…I’m surprised Cooky was so worked up when he called me from the kitchen. Usually you two are at each other’s throats, I would’ve thought he’d enjoy seeing you deal with a rude customer.”
“Well, we did get yelled at earlier by Jin for last night, so we promised to work together and drop whatever rivalry we have during working hours. So maybe that’s it.”
“Mmm…maybe. Well, let me go help Hobi, this last wave will keep us later if I don’t.” Yoongi takes a few steps to round the counter, then calls back out to you, “The trash is about to overflow, Cakes!”
Frowning, you notice that Jungkook has yet to return to take out the trash. Glancing around the room, you see most of the tables are in stages of eating or waiting for their food. They all seem well and distracted with clips from the post-game coverage, so you decide to take out the trash yourself. Maybe the truce between you and Jungkook isn’t as intact as you think. 
Grumbling to yourself, you tie off the bag and lift it from the bin, foot angled to keep the wheels from sliding across the floor from the tug. You eye the replacement black bag, but decide to put it in once you return from the dumpster. 
You hate taking out the trash; you love feminism but some tasks are just made for men. You refuse to use the loud trolley with the janky wheel, so you carry the bag gingerly, resting it down every few steps as you make your way across the sparsely lit back parking lot.
“Well, if it isn’t the bitch who didn’t let me finish my meal.”
You snap your head around, eyes roving for the source of the raspy words, finally landing on the douchebag discharged from the diner only 10 minutes ago.
“We didn’t charge you for it, so I suggest you leave before this turns into a real problem.” You keep your eyes on him, watching as he shifts around on his feet, inching closer to you. You hold your stance, refusing to look weak in case he decides you’d make a good target.
“Maybe if you come suck me off like a good girl, I won’t leave a bad review online about how much of a cunt you’re being. Matter of fact, throw in some pussy, let me fuck you properly and I bet all that attitude will drop. You just need someone to tame you.”
The man lunges for your left arm, his meaty fist closing around your wrist and you pull back to break the contact but he’s strong. You yell out, stumbling back away from the trash bag and he follows, heavy footfalls adding to the sounds of the evening. 
“Let go, you freak!”
You jolt your arm, wrenching it in as many directions as you can to try and relax his grip but he pulls you closer to him until you can smell the ethanol on his breath as he places his other hand forcefully on your shoulder. 
“I said I wanted you on your knees, stupid bitch,” he utters, and reflexively you punch him in his dick. He groans and releases you, hunching over in pain. You make out a figure stepping through the service door, and you call out for help. Attempting to step around the man, you only make it a few steps before you feel the weight of the man bearing down on you again.
“You stupid bitch!”
You try to run, but the man has the back of your dress in his grip so instead, your shoes scrape the asphalt in the same place repeatedly. A loud thwack of flesh on flesh sounds right before you’re released, dropping the short distance to the concrete. Your palms and knees feel the sting of the gravel but the relief of being out of the man’s hold overpowers any lingering pain as you scramble to your feet. 
Behind you, Jungkook is pummeling the man in the face, and you pause for a moment in shock before you rush back to him, grabbing his bicep to stop him from swinging again.
“Cooky, stop, I’m okay! Jungkook!”
He freezes, turning to look at you as if to see if your statement is true, and seeing that you’re serious, he appears to deflate a bit, no longer an attacking watchdog but a protective knight, making sure his charge is unscathed.
“Let’s go.” He gestures for your hand and you place yours in his, letting him guide you away from the groaning sack of trash and the garbage bag on the ground.
The fluorescent lights of the break room are blinding after the darkness of outside. Vaguely you hear Jungkook yelling at the others working, followed by the clattering of kitchen items, but you’re so out of sorts you don’t even realize that Jungkook has maneuvered you into a chair and is gently checking your knees, palms, and arms. He brushes off the remaining dirt from your skin.
“Are you hurt anywhere?”
His voice sounds pained, and this pulls you from your thoughts and back to the present with him. 
“Um, I don’t think so.”
“Where all did he touch you? It might not hurt now, but once the adrenaline dies off, you might feel it.”
“Um, my arm, my shoulder, I can’t…I don’t know.”
“It’s okay, let me check your neck…he grabbed your dress and pulled you, so I wanna make sure it won’t bruise.”
He takes your face in his hands delicately, tilting your head to expose your neck to his view. The proximity has your head spinning, his cologne enveloping you as he leans closer, a hand leaving your cheek to allow a finger to trail across your neckline. You know he’s just checking to make sure that there’s no lingering marks, but you don’t think that the after effects of tonight will be anything anyone can see. He grabs a glass of water for you, and you sit quietly while he tends to the minor cuts on your palms from the jagged gravel in the parking lot. 
Time seems to pass as you’re deep in thought, but you’re not sure how much until Seokjin appears, his purple and white painted face replacing the doe eyes and clenched jaw. He looks frazzled, as if he just left an after-party for the championship and was pulled into work. You realize after a moment that that’s actually what happened, and chuckle at yourself. He says your real name, pulling you out of your laughter.
“I’m so sorry this happened, luckily Jungkook was there. I don’t know what I would've done if something happened to you.” Seokjin pulls you into a hug, and you reciprocate, squeezing him tighter as the feeling of being held feels good. He pulls away sooner than you like, but he continues talking to you about what’s been going on since you’ve been sitting in the employee lounge.
“Look, don’t worry about staying and cleaning up tonight, okay? We’ve got everything under control. Hobi called the cops and Yoongi made sure the guy didn’t flee before they came. He’s in their custody now.”
“What about Jungkook?” you ask, uncharacteristically using his given name.
“He’s giving his statement to the police now. They’ll want to talk to you too, but I can put it off for tonight if you need,” Seokjin offers kindly, but you want to get it over with.
“It’s okay, I’ll speak to them now.”
“If you’re sure. I’ll grab one of the detectives now and they can take your statement, and then I’m sending you home. Jungkook will drive you, okay? You’re still a bit shaky.”
You look down at your hands, seeing the tremble Seokjin is referencing and nod. There’s no use in putting up a fight. All of the men you work with have now proven that you’re safe with them. Seokjin walks over to the door, popping his head out to call for an officer, and he paces quietly as you recount what happened, starting with the attacker growing belligerent in the dining area. Once finished, Seokjin grabs Jungkook from where he’s talking with Yoongi outside the door, ushering him to take your belongings and get you home.
You follow along, compliant, waving goodbye to the others as Jungkook pulls off into the main road back towards campus.
“You live by BTS-U, right?”
“Yeah, at Omelas, next to the train tracks.”
Neither of you speak again until he parks, turning off the engine to his jeep.
“Here, let me help you.” Jungkook grabs your backpack and climbs out of the SUV, coming around to the passenger side door to open it for you. You jump out and lead the way to your first -floor apartment. Unlocking the door, you flip on the lights as you toe off your non-slip work shoes.
“My roommate is out of town visiting her parents this weekend.”
Dumping your purse onto the kitchen counter, you walk further into your home, Jungkook trailing you slowly. He kicks off his shoes, socks shuffling quietly along the carpet as he enters your living room after closing and securing the front door lock. He places your backpack on the couch, and the two of you stand there awkwardly.
“Um, do you want some water or something? I have juice, milk, beer…” you trail off, uncertain.
“Water is fine, thanks.”
You grab a glass from the cupboard, filling it with ice water to return the favor from earlier as you bolster your courage to thank him. You hand him the glass and before you can think too hard, you just start speaking.
“Jungkook, I just wanted to thank you, for coming out there and, you know, saving me. I know we don’t get along much, but you really came through and I appreciate it.”
Jungkook’s eyes widen, blinking up at you from where he’s sitting on your couch. He takes a long sip from the glass, and he seems uncertain if he wants to speak but does so anyway.
“It was nothing, really.”
“Why, um, why did you help me, I mean—I’m just saying, oh this is coming out wrong—”
“Look, I’ve had a lot of practice dealing with creeps like him. I’ve had to do it plenty for my mom, and I just don’t like to see anyone getting hurt, not even my arch nemesis.” Jungkook tries to joke it off at the end, but his tone reveals so much more to you about what he’s not saying.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was like that for you back in high school.” You sit down next to him, closer than you normally would with your backpack taking up part of the seat, but you don’t mind it. You feel safer being closer to him.
“I mean, why would you know?” he asks, leaning back into the couch and taking another sip. “You have a perfect family, I’m sure nothing like this happened on the weekly at your place.”
“No, but like, my perfect family isn’t what everyone thinks it is, either. My parents didn’t pay attention to me, always busy working and what not. Honestly career day, back in like fifth grade was the only time one of my parents made it to something, and even then, it was so my dad could advertise his business. I felt so sheltered growing up, like I had no life skills. It’s why I work at the diner.”
Jungkook digests your words, understanding blooming through his chest. 
“I get that. It’s funny, I remember that day so well, I was so jealous of you, because your dad showed up for you. I guess our dads are the same though…I think if I had grown up with my parents still together, I would’ve felt like you do. My dad kind of left me behind when he remarried, you know? In a way, that made me less sheltered, because when I was with my mom, I had to grow up fast. I couldn’t always have the nicest things because she couldn’t always afford them.”
“I didn’t realize that you had to split time between them. One of my friends, Jimin? He told me about how your dad wouldn’t let you take things back and forth between houses.”
“Why did he do that?” Jungkook looks a little scandalized, and you’re sure it’s because Jimin is one of his best friends. He’s the one who recommended that he apply to Jin’s Diner in the first place, and how you knew to warn Jin to not hire Jungkook, not that it worked. “I didn’t know you were close with Jimin!”
“We used to work together…you actually replaced him. It’s why we were hiring in the first place. But, he told me that because he was trying to get me to ease up on you one day. I was complaining about something and he was trying to make you more human, I guess.”
Jungkook just nods. You know he probably realizes there’s no reason to be mad, it was all in the past and Jimin was coming from a good place when he revealed that.
“Well, it’s true. My dad is kind of the worst. My mom saved up to get me some Dunks back in middle school because my dad couldn’t be bothered to take me back to school shopping. As if I didn’t grow a foot and 3 shoe sizes.”
“Oh fuck, you know, I’m sorry for making Nayeon spill her drink on your shoes. That was really evil of me.”
“We were like 13? 14? All middle school girls are evil.” Jungkook chuckles. You’re relieved at how gracious he’s being, but a little annoyed. You turn to him to say as much, but he continues to speak. “Honestly, I don’t even know why we went toe to toe like that. We probably would’ve been best friends if we had combined our smarts. You were really great during the Youth of the Year competition. I’m sorry that you didn’t win, I think you deserved to.”
Jungkook is looking back at you now, with his pretty doe eyes, sitting so close to you. You don’t know what to say so you don’t say anything, instead focusing on his star-filled eyes and the way they’re staring into your own. His arm moves slowly, lifting to bring his hand to your face, curling a tendril of hair behind your ear.
“It’s getting pretty late now, I should get home,” he starts, but his eyes speak volumes and it doesn’t seem like he wants to leave just yet. “But there’s still one more thing I need to apologize for.”
Your eyebrows furrow, confused as to what incident it could be when his lips meet yours in a tender kiss, not too forceful but not shy either—just the right amount to let you know this isn’t a mistake. It takes you a few seconds to respond, but when you sense Jungkook about to move away you pull him in closer, keeping his lips where you can access them. It’s not enough though, so throwing caution to the wind, you straddle him as your tongue swipes for entry, pushing him further into the couch as you lean into his fit body. He groans at your boldness, large hands planted firmly on your ass as the kiss deepens. You feel dangerously high, lacking oxygen, but you can’t stop—you don’t want to stop. He’s intoxicating.
His fingers tighten imperceptibly, and you know he, too, is at the end of his air, so you break apart, chest heaving as you stare at his lips, red and plump from the kiss. 
“That was your…apology for? Or you were…apologizing for…kissing me?” you pant, trying to catch your breath.
“Both?” he says with a cute, bunny-like smile, “one, for hating you all these years, and two, for kissing you out of the blue.”
“And if I want you to apologize to me more?” you half-question, half-goad, and Jungkook gives the right answer, leaning into you once more so he can kiss you hard, teeth nipping at your bottom lip before pulling away.
“That’s something I can do.” Jungkook uses his strength to flip you onto your back on the couch, knocking your backpack out of the way and onto the floor. “Is this okay?” He searches your eyes for your consent to his hands on your thighs, fingertips skimming the hem of your dress. 
You nod, and he trails them higher until he’s grasping the band of your panties and sliding them down without haste. You enjoy the commanding presence he takes on, unlike the people you deal with on a daily at work, indecisive with what to order, he knows exactly what he wants, and when Jungkook pushes up your dress and buries his face between your thighs, it takes everything in you not to climax right then. His tongue flits around your clit, teasing you as his hands massage your thighs while keeping them wide for him. 
“Jungkook,” his name is a breathy whisper in the air as your fingers curl around his locks, tightening your grip when he flicks closer to where you need him. “Please.”
You wiggle your hips, searching for more friction from his tongue but he just pulls away, tutting his tongue at you for being bad. You sit up slightly to glare at him.
“Patience, baby.”
Whining, you lay back on the couch with a huff. “This is why we hated each other bac—oh, fuck me,” you finish with a moan as he flattens his tongue across your pussy and stimulates every nerve he can cover. Wrapping his lips around your clit, he begins to suck, gently flicking his tongue every few seconds as he positions two fingers at your dripping center. Delving inside of you, the plunge of his fingers reaches the ache inside of you, causing your legs to tremble as he fine-tunes your body like an instrument. 
“Feels so good, mmph, fuck,” is all you can manage to say as he continues to pump his fingers, the squelching of your walls suctioning them back in with every tug out only making you wetter. Jungkook hums, and the thrumming sensation curls your toes. Arching your back, you tug his hair hard as you mewl loudly from the impending orgasm.
“You can do it, baby, cum for me,” Jungkook praises, “you’re doing so well, squeezing my fingers so tight, watch me.”
When his mouth once again finds its rhythm on your core, it takes just a few seconds of making eye contact with Jungkook, doe-eyes wide as he watches you enjoy his tongue, before you shiver and melt into the euphoria he’s bringing to your body. 
“That’s it, fuck—you look so pretty, baby.”Body spent, you stare up at the ceiling blinking as you come back to earth. Jungkook tucks himself behind you, holding you in his arms. You look down at the arm over your waist, your fingers lightly tracing the tattoos on his exposed full sleeve. You can feel his bulge, know that there’s so much more…apologizing you both need to do after years of being enemies, but you have all night for that. And in the morning, you don’t know what will happen, if there will be more to come after tonight, but what you do know is that at this moment you don’t hate Jungkook; not even a little bit, not even at all.
🍽️🍽️🍽️
Tumblr media
© hisunshiine 2023. All rights reserved. 
thank you for reading!!!
1K notes · View notes
kkurades · 1 year
Text
HEART TO HEART ━━━━━ masterlist
Tumblr media
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
NISHIMURA RIKI never would have thought that being a demon meant he’d be summoned by you on a late tuesday evening begging him to make your p.e teacher disappear for a day just because you didn’t want to run during class the next day
pairing: demon!ni-ki x fem!student!reader
genre: high school au, slight!supernatural au, strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, crack, smau, written, slight!angst
featuring: rei of IVE ( faceclaim ), enhypen, yunjin of LE SSERAFIM, yuna of ITZY, ning ning of AESPA, danielle of NEW JEANS, jongseob of P1HARMONY , chaeryeong of ITZY , ricky of ZEROBASEONE
warning: dark humour, cursing
status: finished
( started on 23/03/2023, finished on 06/07/2023 )
tag list: @sserafimez, @neohyxn, @smh-anon, @redm4ri, @stopeatread, @yourfavoritefreakyhan , @saiewithakatana , @kyuupidwrites , @i-dont-know-me-either , @aestheticsluut , @certainyouthpeanut , @deadgirlwalking3 , @4imhry, @1-800shutthefuckup, @moonshoon, @tzuyusluv, @j-wyoung, @strwberrydinosaur, @soobiverse, @astrae4, @ensrfm, @kimipxl, @imasimplol, @vlvtrkii, @enhafika, @maerijw, @arizzu, @txtmetonight, @dimplewonie, @catryu, @wonyoungsvirus, @haewonluvr, @artstaeh, @softpia, @witzys, @run2seob, @beomgyusonlywife, @st4rfiles, @txtmetonight, @ilovewonyo, @yumilovesloona, , @ghostiiess, @noonaslvr, @ahnneyong, @ineedaherosavemeenow, @ryomenswife, @wildesreblogs, @kissezfornamjoon, @lomlyeonjun, @jhopesucker ( closed )
ENHYPEN MASTERLIST ˚୨୧⋆ MAIN MASTERLIST
## PROFILES !!
001. beatles dupes
002. anti yn haters
003. satan’s children
## CHAPTER INDEX !!
one | strawberry lamp
two | laughing out loud
three | queen ni-ki
four | sugar mommy
five | edward cullen
six | summertime sadness
seven | jisoo the fish
eight | tunnel of misery
nine | vogue magazines (0.4k)
ten | ultimate demon rizz
eleven | the class president
twelve | niki is riki
thirteen | holy eyes
fourteen | nr. 1 fangirl
fifteen | mlp socks
sixteen | little lover boy
seventeen | king julian
eighteen | bad kisser (1.1k)
nineteen | kissing rat
twenty | babygirl privileges
twenty one | gold digger
twenty two | #notacheater
twenty three | riki’s headphones
twenty four | the og riki
twenty five | the L word
twenty six | i love you (0.3k)
twenty seven | pookie
heart to heart © kkurades, 2023.
2K notes · View notes
karamad · 9 days
Text
late night practicing hours
pairings: sub!momo x dom!reader
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
cw: degradation, humiliation, smut, slight age gap momo has a dick for the anti g!p ppl
noticed theres almost no sub momo fics:/:/ illegal i fear! lets change it
you've been dancing for the past 3 hours without a break in sight. your new dance teacher, apparently one of the best there is, was too mesmerized by your tits to focus on teaching you actual dance moves..
of course you noticed, but you tried to ignore it. your next big performance isnt far after all, you need to be perfect. you were struggling with a particular move that required your hands but even with momo demonstrating it you couldnt seem to master it. "could you maybe guide me trough it?" you asked her. that question alone already turned her brain to mush.. she'll get to touch you??
"uhm.. sure, i can do that..!"
she slowly steps right behind you and takes your hands into hers. "watch closely please" you hear her say before moving your hands with hers. although you were starting to grasp it you suddenly felt something poke your ass? maybe she had something in her pocket you thought.. but you were proven wrong when you accidentally bucked your ass into her crotch and heard a soft whimper in your ear.. momo got a hard-on. so many thoughts go trough your head in one second- should you ignore it? you tried brushing it off but when you heard a whimper fall from her lips once again you turned around with a stern face. "unnie... did you seriously get turned on from watching me dance?"
"n-no.." she mustered out in such a quiet tiny voice. cute. you look down and grab her bulge softly "whats this then?"
she looks away in embarrassment, she can't believe she got hard because of a girl shes training, what a disgrace. you start squeezing her harder, forcing a whimper out of her "are you really that much of a slut that you get hard because of your student?" she tries to turn around and run away to avoid the situation she put herself in but you tightly hug her waist from behind. "cant run away now unnie.. lets finish what you started." you whispered in her ear.
she thinks about giving in once you start kissing her neck, making sure you're leaving marks all over. she cant control herself, thoughts full of only your mouth on her body. "please" she mutters out.
you grin "do you think youre in any position to ask for anything? you should be happy im even touching a pervert like you."
you know shes strong, you know she could easily overpower and push you away, but she doesnt. she pushes into you, needing more. you slowly pull her pants down, softly groping her over her boxers. "please.. please more" she begs. you consider it, you really do, but she's so fun to mess with. you push her against a wall "please what unnie?" she whimpers again. "please touch me more mommy"
you take her cock out of her boxers. "open up baby" you whisper, holding your fingers in front of her mouth. before she can fully open her mouth you push your fingers so deep into her mouth having her suck on them. "be quiet and take it like the slut you are." bringing your hands down you start pumping her hard cock.
she keeps moaning so loud as you jerk her off.. "hm? want everyone to hear how much of a slut you are for your student?" she shakes her head murmuring a small no.
you notice her breathing becoming irregular "coming so fast?" you pout at her, but she doesnt answer. "answer when you're spoken to" you said, turning her head to you harshly. poor girl looks so lost in pleasure, begging for a kiss from you. you smirk finally placing your lips on hers, immediately starting to explore her mouth with your tongue. "c-coming" she says softly. you continue pleasuring her "it's okay baby, let it out"
she comes with a long whine, shaking in your arms. "shh its okay love, i got you" you whisper, holding her tightly in your arms.
"let's get you cleaned up yeah?"
a/n: repost AGAIN🥰 third times the charm if g!p enjoys you so much write it urself! quit whining and get to writing
138 notes · View notes
cyberpunkgyu · 7 months
Text
Power of Love - C.YJ
Tumblr media
pairing: flirty yeonjun x cold at first (anti-love?) fem reader!
genre: school drama, angst, fluff (5k words!)
warnings: cursing, strict (a bit toxic and controlling) mom, panic attack (?), not proofread (let me know if there are more)
inspired by true beauty (soojin), all of us are dead, and penthouse.
this is the longest fic i've written :0 let me know what you think!
☆…━━━━━·:*☆…━━━━━·:*☆…━━━━━·:*☆
yeonjun thinks you are the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.
he is aware of your cold demeanor. although that didn’t stop him from wanting to get to know you. he told himself that he would make you his, no matter how hard that is. he is up for the challenge.
you are the school president, having to organize and deal with events, being a member of the opera, and having clubs that you are part of in addition. you have a lot in your hands, so stuff like having crushes or a boyfriend isn’t in your dictionary. there are things you need to prioritize in your life, such as graduating high school, getting into your dream university, and traveling the world. you have a lot of dreams that you want to accomplish, and you weren’t going to let anyone distract you from that, or so you thought.
currently, you were taking some books you needed for your next class in your locker, humming softly to yourself, having your headphones blasting your favorite playlist. closing it, what you weren’t expecting is the famous player, choi yeonjun, behind the locker door, making you flinch, the books in your arms falling down.
huh, how cliche.
you let out an annoyed sigh, kneeling down to grab the books that fell down, as well as the papers that slipped out from it. yeonjun quickly did the same, grabbing them hurriedly. good job yeonjun, way to go.
he stood up before you but held onto your stuff. “give me those.” you tried taking them from his arms but he stepped back, an innocent smile on his face. “well hello to you too, pres.” you let out a soft sigh, forcing a smile on your face. you do not have time for his shenanigans.
yeonjun was wearing a gray jacket on top of his uniform, his favorite headphones around his neck, his hair blue (which he dyed recently), and his usual double small hoop earrings.
“can i please have those?” you asked, keeping your composure, stepping forward closer to the boy and about to grab your stuff once again but he refuses.
“nope! i’ll carry them for you. we have the same class next don’t we?” he turned around and started to walk, much quicker than you as his legs were very long. he stopped when he saw you still standing by your locker, tilting his head cutely.
“you wouldn’t want to be late do you?” smirking, he continued walking, making you groan. what is he up to? a new target perhaps? with no choice, you start to walk after yeonjun, your mary janes clicking on the tiled floor of the hallways.
students gossiped with each other as they saw you and yeonjun walking together (finally being able to catch up with him). “woah, yeonjun and yn. two people i’d never thought i’d see together,” “she’s probably yeonjun’s new target,” and “are they a thing?”
placing your books on your desk, your friend, karina watching your small interaction with yeonjun. “here you go, gorgeous.” he winked before walking towards the back of the room, sitting on his seat.
you shook your head and sat down on your seat which was located at the front next to karina. “what was that?” karina whispered, leaning forward by the edge of her desk to look at you, a playful smile displayed on her lips.
“nothing important.” you said nonchalantly, organizing the books in front of you, placing them on the edge before you wrote stuff on your planner, ignoring karina’s stare.
-
“do you think love is an important part of life?” the prompt on the board pops up, any students now express their opinions.
you raised your hand first (something everyone expects), “yn.” ms. sakura, your philosophy teacher, nods at you.
“i think love is imporant, yes, however, it is not the most important thing in life. love can destroy things in your life, it can prevent you from doing things you really want in life. love can make things worse. your happiness can be found in much better ways, not just with love.” your tone was bland, expressing what you truly feel about that word. love isn’t real anyways.
“i disagree with that,” you heard a familiar voice, making you turn your body a bit, watching yeonjun stand up, his hands behind his back. “i think love is the most important thing in life. no matter how hard life can be, love can keep you moving. you can do a lot of things by yourself, yes. however, it is much more fulfilling to accomplish something with your loved one by your side, supporting you. love is a very powerful thing that can keep you going.”
“wow. good job yeonjun. great words, you should definitely participate more,” you huffed softly, sitting back down, clenching your first on your lap under your desk. “good job too, yn.” ms. sakura smiled softly at you before picking other students.
love? the most important thing in life? what a joke. love is a fucking joke and doesn’t exist.
you were so caught up in your head that you didn’t notice yeonjun staring at you from behind.
-
your heart beats loudly in your ears, watching as your mother frustratedly looks at you from the piano.
“dear, focus! we’ve been here for a whole hour, and you can’t get that one note right?” you closed your eyes for a second. “you have a competition in a week, you need to get this right.”
“again.” you let out a sign and began singing the chorus after hearing her start the piano, which felt like the 100th time already, holding your head up high.
your mother is a perfectionist and competitive. she wants and needs everything in her life to be perfect, including you, her only child. she wants you to always be on top of everyone, to be the best, to be perfect.
she is the only family member you have left, after your dad left for another woman. she tried giving you everything she thought was best. she would schedule everything for you, such as tutoring, enrolling you in additional classes outside of school, and other things that you thought weren't even important. she controlled pretty much everything, but she forgot to give you her affection, and spend time with you without raising her voice.
what seems like forever, you finally finish your practice, quickly walking into your room. you exhaled, pressing your back on your bedroom door after you got inside, wiping the tear that just dropped down your cheek. you sat down on your bed, grabbing the teddy bear that was by your pillows, pressing it on your chest, hugging it tightly. a hug would be nice. but, hugging your small teddy bear was the closest thing that can give you comfort.
you spent the rest of your night by yourself, preparing for another day.
-
yeonjun had been consistent, determined to win your heart. so for the next few weeks, he has done everything just to talk to you or get your attention.
he would find ways during classes to flirt with you, making your roll your eyes. during chemistry class, he would always help you carry things around, and would take over the lab when it became “dangerous” as yeonjun would say.
he always insisted to carry your books to your classes together, and you can’t even say no because he’d walk quickly away, and you have no choice but to follow him.
there was also a time you walked to your first class and you got startled when yeonjun started to sing to you while playing the guitar, your classmates going along with him, clapping their hands with the beat.
he would always compliment or praise you, either how pretty you look or saying “good job” when you get an A on a paper or exam.
although you kept scolding him or rolling your eyes at him, he never gave up, and that actually persuade him even more.
-
as soon as you stepped in the school building, you were blocked by yeonjun with that stupid smirk on his face. it’s as if it was on default.
“morning gorgeous!” you passed by him but he quickly catches up to you. “i bought a ticket for your opera performance by the way, are you excited for it?”
you kept walking, letting everyone go from one ear to another, walking to your first class. unfortunately he was in most of your classes, now having to deal with him bothering you.
sitting on your seat, you quickly organized your desk. as you were about to write on your planner, a very familiar beverage is placed on the corner of your desk, looking up to see yeonjun smiling down at you.
confused, you glanced down at the strawberry milk, which is your favorite drink that you always get from the cafeteria. “what is this for?” you looked back up at him, your brows pushed together.
“for you.” he said, as if it was obvious. your classmates glanced at you two.
“well you don’t need to buy that for me. i can do that myself.” you said with a monotone voice, looking back down to write on your planner, updating the things you need to do and have finished.
“well, i’m not taking it back. so you either drink it or throw it away. your choice, pres.”
he walked to his seat, looking from behind you.
what is this guy even up to? you looked back at him for a moment, him already staring back at you before giving you a wink, making you scoff.
-
staring at the strawberry milk that you held, you contemplate whether what to do with it. i mean, it would be a waste to throw it, and plus, it’s already mine. you thought.
how did he even know what your favorite drink was?
something not many knew about the yeonjun is he had always been attentive, noticing a lot of things from his surroundings. so when he noticed how you’d always buy a strawberry milk from the cafeteria’s vending machine, he kept that in mind. it’s not creepy okay! just the dude admiring you from afar. totally not creepy.
“yeonjun really seems to like you.” karina looked down at the strawberry milk then back at you, laughing softly to herself as you struggled deciding.
shaking you head, “pretty sure he flirts with everyone. he is titled the school player.”
you two were seating on the bench by the rooftop, under the big tree that protected you from the heat. it was breezy at the rooftop which you liked. the cafeteria for some reason made you feel suffocated, not liking how everyone is near one another.
twisting the cap of the bottled beverage, you then took a gulp. you let out a content sigh, admiring the view. though you stayed at the rooftop for lunch everyday, you never got sick of it. you felt relax and free.
“do you not think he’s cute?”
you’d lie if you said no. yeonjun is probably one of the most attractive people you’ve seen. his fierce eyes, cute nose, and his pretty pouty lips. but you can’t seem to admit that. “he’s average.” you lied, taking another sip from your drink.
“pres?” you closed the beverage, the guy that gave it to you now in front of you, then nodding at karina to acknowledge her presence.
“speaking of.” karina mumbled, suddenly grabbing her bag, standing up. “i remember i have something to do for another class, so i’ll leave you two. bye!”
“wait, rina!” you called out, watching her leave the rooftop, sighing to yourself
a smirk on his face. stupid smirk. “i see you decided to drink that strawberry milk i gave you.” a smirk on his face. stupid smirk.
“why are you everywhere?” your tone annoyed, glaring at him. why can’t this guy just leave you alone even for just one second?
“okay, i’m just here to give you a deal.”
you tilted your head, watching the guy suddenly become… nervous?
“go on a date with me.” there was a second of silence and you just staring back at him. of course he expected your response.
“no.” you stood up, grabbing your belongings.
“what. hold on, i’m not done yet.” he pouts, trying to give you puppy eyes. he did look adorable- gosh yn what are you saying?!
he followed you like a puppy as you walked towards the elevator, a pout forming on his lips when you ignored him, deciding to take the elevator of the building instead.
“do you really think i’m mid?” huh, so he was eavesdropping.
you stepped in the elevator, not even being able to close it on the boy as he kept close, following you inside. he’s like a baby duck following momma duck, and he looked exactly like one.
“pres.” he kept calling you out, making your roll your eyes. you looked up at the boy, smiling down on you.
“do you have nothing to do with your life that you keep bothering people?” you scolded, crossing your arms as you waited for the elevator to go down to the first floor, which seemed like forever.
“no, i just want to get to know you.” he said, his eyes remaining on you. yeonjun is someone who aren’t afraid to say what he truly feels, although you weren’t convinced.
“yeah, right. don’t you say that to every girl you see?” you snicker, shaking your head.
“no. i’m serious- oh shit!” he held onto the side railing of the elevator as it shook, the light starting to flicker. his arm quickly wrapped around your waist as you almost fell down, your hands fisting on his uniform, keeping yourself balanced.
you were breathing loudly, suddenly feeling claustrophobic. this is literally your nightmare. out of all the times this damn elevator has to malfunction.
“oh my god.” you breathed out, closing your eyes for a moment, a habit you do when you feel stress, such as when your mother screaming at you for not doing good enough.
yeonjun has been pressing the emergency button, still holding you. his eyes went on you, seeing your panicked expression. “pres? yn?” he gently shook you. you looked so pale it made him worry, sweat starting to form on your forehead.
“hey, look at me.” his free hand placed on your cheek as his arm remained on your waist, finally seeing you open your eyes.
your eyes stared back at yeonjun’s, his thumb stroking your cheek. surprisingly, that slowly started to calm you down. “you’re alright, i got you.” a reassuring smile on his face. how is he good at this?
so you do have things you’re afraid of. he thought to himself. this is the first time he has seen your vulnerable state, and all he wanted to do was hold you and protect you.
the elevator stopped moving, but you kept your hold on him. “i’ll call just call beomgyu to tell someone that we got stuck here.” he was about to let go of you but you grabbed his hand, wanting him to keep holding you somehow.
“keep holding me... please.” he nodded with no hesitation, holding your hand in his as his other hand grabbed his phone from his pocket, pressing under his recent contact.
“beom, can you tell a teacher or someone that i got stuck in the elevator, i’m with yn.” his eyes remained on you as you were in your own thoughts, not noticing how tight your grip was on him. “yeah. hurry up.” he hung up and placed his phone back in his pocket.
he gently tugged on your hand, making you look up at him. “let’s sit down, it might take a bit for them to fix it.”
you complied, both of you sitting down on the carpeted floor, his hold on your hand remained. you have also grabbed your phone with your free hand, messaging karina.
yeonjun was softly smiling at you, glancing down at your intertwined hands. he ignored the butterflies in his stomach, gulping.
“you okay?” he asked you sincerely, giving your hand a squeeze.
“yeah. sorry you had to see me like that.” you were looking down and it was very new for yeonjun to see. shaking his head, he placed your hand that he held on his cheek.
“you don’t have to apologize for that.” you felt your heart soften. maybe you judged him a bit too much. he was the only one who has comforted you like that, an actual person and not just the teddy bear that you sleep with.
the elevator soon started to operate, indicating it had been fixed, and both of you stood up. the numbers decreased, moving down to the first floor. once it opened, it revealed beomgyu, karina, the elevator repairers, and students who were just curious from behind them (or probably to gossip).
letting go of yeonjun’s hand, you smiled at karina who hugged you, asking how you were while yeonjun went to beomgyu who patted his back.
you and yeonjun looked at each other at the same time, giving him a soft smile. “thank you, yeonjun.” you sincerely told him, karina and beomgyu glancing at the two of you. both of them can see how different you acted. karina, someone who has never seen you look so relaxed and calm, knew it was the moment you finally start to open up.
you and karina left the building first, then beomgyu turned to yeonjun who was watching you walk out. the way yeonjun looked at you was very different. it was genuine, not in a flirty way. yeonjun didn’t even realize he was smiling to himself.
-
the next few days has been chaotic. it was the last week for you to practice, and you need to do everything right.
you were able to get through the weekday, and that’s because of yeonjun.
the guy has been placing stuff on your desk with a sticky note on it.
monday: “are you ready for your performance on saturday? wishing you all the luck!”
here’s your favorite drink :)
tuesday: “i was walking to school and saw a cute maltese dog, it reminded me of you.”
wednesday: “halfway there! also, i know this is not strawberry milk. i searched ‘best drink for singing’ on google and it said herbal teas are good. so i got some from nearby cafe. hope it’s alright!”
don’t worry, strawberry milk will be back next week :)
thursday: “kinda heard you practice yesterday, and you definitely have nothing to worry about! i honestly thought i was in heaven, because you sounded so angelic.”
friday: “you must be nervous, huh? but i know you got this. i’ll be there tomorrow to cheer you on!”
i’m sick, that’s why i can’t attend school today. i got the stupid flu. but i told beomgyu to bring these to you. don’t worry about me, i’m doing everything to speed my recovery!”
you haven’t interacted with yeonjun as much because of how busy you were, even during lunch you stayed in for practice, just having a quick meal to fill you up, wanting to have more time for practice. though he understands.
you were able to have quick conversations a bit before class starts and during passing period. it was an odd thing for everyone to see you two interact, but you didn’t care.
monday, he asked if you were feeling better, which you replied with a yes, and he was relieved to hear that. that was what your conversation was about, not knowing what else to say to each other.
tuesday, yeonjun got you not just a strawberry milk, but also a flower that seemed like he picked from someone’s garden, making you laugh softly to yourself. when you would look at him during class, he would always send you a wink.
wednesday, yeonjun not only got you a herbal tea (which you actually really enjoyed), but it also came with a sandwhich. it warmed your heart. no one has ever done that for you.
thursday, he still got you that herbal tea with a blueberry muffin. you now couldn’t wait to go to school, always looking forward for what he has for you.
it is now friday, the day before your performance. you were extra nervous for some reason.
you went on with your day, except yeonjun wasn’t there, missing his absence. you didn’t even realize how much of an impact yeonjun had on you.
he still had something for you even though he wasn’t there, but you now realized that it wasn’t the herbal tea or a new food item that came with it that you were looking forward to, it was him. it was him that makes you excited to go to school.
the last class soon ended and you quickly gathered your belongings before walking up to beomgyu’s desk. “uh, hey. beomgyu?” he looks up at you and raises his eyebrows before giving a smile.
“hey, yeonjun’s girl.” he teased, the nickname making your stomach flip.
“um, do you think i can get yeonjun’s number?”
-
you were sitting on your bed, staring at your phone, having a hard time deciding how to message yeonjun. you would type then press delete. why is this so hard?
sighing to yourself, you then thought of something else. what if you just call him? maybe that’s a good idea.
before thinking, you pressed call, you breathed out nervously.
“hello?”
yeonjun’s voice was very raspy and low, soon hearing sniffles from the other end.
“uh. hey.” you started off, taking your teddy bear to your lap and started to play with its ear.
a gasp left his mouth, hearing shuffling. “pres!” the name made you smile immediately, humming to him. “beomgyu told me he gave you my number, so i’ve been waiting for a text. but hey, this is even better because i get to hear you.”
“i just wanted to ask how you are now? how did you even get the flu?” you laid down, putting your phone on speaker before hugging your teddy bear tightly.
“i’m feeling a bit better now. i’ve been drinking a lot of water and some medicine. i think i got this from my friend soobin, when we shared a drink. i didn’t know he was sick.”
“you have to be careful yeonjun.” you lightly scolded, making him laugh for some reason.
there’s the yn he knows. “i know, i know.”
“well, what about you?” he asked, before he coughed, feeling his throat tingling.
“are you okay? maybe i can just call once you’re better-”
shaking his head, then realized you couldn’t see him. “no. please, i want to hear you. i want to hear about your practice and stuff. how you’re feeling.”
you grinned widely, “i’m okay. kind of nervous actually, but i should be fine.” yeonjun felt happy that you were open about what you were feeling.
“are you-” you started, but cut yourself off. what you wanted to ask was if he’d still go to your performance tomorrow, but you didn’t want to be selfish. he’s sick, so of course you knew he’d most likely stay at home to rest during the weekend.
“what it is?” his voice into a whisper.
“nothing. you should go rest now and sleep. i should probably do that too.”
“yes, of course. good luck tomorrow. you’re good, so you have nothing to worry about. you’re going to kill your performance, i know it.”
“thanks. well, night yeonjun.”
“night, gorgeous.”
surprisingly, you slept well that night with a soft smile on your face.
-
you woke up in such a good mood that you didn’t notice you were smiling walking in the dining room till your mother pointed it out.
"morning, mom." you greeted her, kissing her on the cheek, something you do every day.
"you seem in a good mood today, darling." she said as she had her cup of coffee, tilting her head at you.
your smile slowly faded, sitting down on your seat which was right next to hers, breathing out softly.
"just excited for later." you watched as the maid started to prepare your meal, placing a glass of water before a bowl of your favorite food, a hot steaming congee was placed in front of you. you looked down at it with a bewildered expression.
you haven't even had congee in a long time, and it was something your mom always made you to comfort you, either when you got sick or feeling down. however, she did stop that after your dad left.
"i made some for you earlier. i know it's been a while since i cooked congee, i know it's your favorite. i hope it still tastes the same."
you felt her hand find yours under the table, making your heart soften. "i know i have been hard on you these past weeks, well, in these past years that is. but, i want to let you know i was just trying to do what's best for you. although i think the way i'm treating you these past years has been... not the best and i want to change that."
it seemed like she was struggling with her words, looking up at her. "well, i do have to go now, but I'll see you tonight at the venue." she gave your hand a squeeze before she got up to leave.
you blinked back the tears that were threatening to fall. it felt a bit weird, but it also felt nice. you scooped some congee on your spoon, eating it happily, a smile back on your face.
it seems like yeonjun became your good luck charm.
-
the venue filled up pretty quickly, recognizing a lot of students, parents, as well as opera enthusiasts. all performers busy behind stage, some having their makeup touched up, some practicing, and some just waiting for their performance.
you were currently peaking through the curtain by the stage, your eyes scanning the crowd. you were looking for a specific someone, but you knew that won't happen. you can't help but feel a bit upset, but you knew he had a reason for not being there.
you did see karina with her parents and little younger brother, as well as your mother, which you felt grateful for.
“ready everyone!”
you all went to your places, letting out an exhale, the show soon began.
the show felt so quick, everyone doing their parts flawlessly. it felt so surreal being on stage, the spotlight being on you, singing your heart out. you had always been good at singing, although the way you sung was different. it was full of emotions and it was because now, you have a muse.
a wide smile displayed on your face as you finished the show off, soon hearing cheering and whistling, people standing up from their seats. all performers then held hands, bowing to the audience before the curtain closed.
-
“oh my gosh! you did so good, i’m so proud of you.” karina engulfed you with a hug before giving you a bouquet of flower, smiling excitedly at you.
“thank you rina, i appreciate you coming here.” you said genuinely, smiling at her before glancing behind you.
looking around, you mother smiled softly at you, slowly opening her arms. without hesitation, you quickly walked up to her, hugging her tightly, something you’ve been wanting to do.
“i’m so proud of you, darling. i knew you’d do amazing. phenomenal.”
she stroked your hair, holding you so gently. “thank you, mom.”
“i ordered a lot of food at home. you can definitely invite karina and any of your friends. you deserve to celebrate.” your mom glanced at karina, smiling at her before back at you.
karina walked up to get closer to you, before taking your hand. “is it okay if i steal her for a moment? i have a surprise to show her. i can’t really wait to show it to her.”
“of course, dear. i’ll just wait in the car. here, i’ll take care of karina’s bouquet for you.” you handing her the bouquet before looking at karina, raising your brows before excusing yourself, following the girl.
she led you to a garden, which you were not aware of, looking around in awe. it was full of flowers, different types and different colors. you looked back at her, “you know you don’t have to give me anything.” you smiled softly.
she shook her head before letting go of your hand. “just wait here, okay?” she turned around and left before you could even say anything, leaving you alone in the garden.
there was a water fountain in the middle, and a few benches surrounding it. you took a coin from your purse, standing in front of the fountain, deciding to entertain yourself while you wait for your friend. closing your eyes, you quietly wished to yourself before you opened your eyes, throwing the coin it, hearing a splash. you also then hear quiet footsteps, assuming it was karina, making you turn around.
“i knew you’d kill it.”
yeonjun stood in front of you, just a couple steps away. he has a black mask on, wearing a blue and white thin striped button up long sleeve with a tie, a black pants that paired with it. he looked so handsome even when he had a mask on. you quickly noticed the bouquet of flowers her had, along with a familiar drink, of course your favorite, strawberry milk.
it seemed like everything overwhelmed you, tears starts to form in your eyes.
yeonjun had made such a big impact in your life, he doesn’t even know it. what he didn’t know is you started to form feelings when he gave you that strawberry milk. every day after that, he would be always be in your mind. you even dreamed about him one time, which is something you will never tell him, knowing he’ll tease you about it.
you always thought love isn’t real, but that definitely has changed. this man changed that.
you can’t help but run up to him, wrapping your arms around him, feeling him stumble a bit. “you missed me that much?” he laughed softly, his voice was still a bit raspy, wrapping his arms around you, holding the bouquet in one hand.
your face buried in his chest, not wanting to let go. “i thought you wouldn’t be able to make it. aren’t you still sick though?” you pulled your head a bit to look up at him, seeing him staring back at you. you knew he was smiling even with the mask on because of his eyes.
“just a little bit. i only have a cold now, and just a little bit of cough,” he patted your head softly, “and i needed to come. i had to see you perform. i knew how hard you’d been practicing.”
you were listening to him intently, your eyes full of love, sparkling through the night. you knew you wanted him to be part of your life, to have him meet your mother, for him to be there next to you.
“be my boyfriend.” you whispered, watching as his eyes widened, being caught off guard. he let go of you and just looked at you shockingly.
“wait, what? really?” he smiled, his nose scrunching behind his mask. “oh my gosh.” he placed down the bouquet on the bench nearby him before running up to you, picking you up from the ground, feeling yourself being swirled around.
you giggled, your arms around his neck, closing your eyes. you felt you were on top of the world.
“holy shit. am i dreaming?” he put you down back on your feet, his palms caressing your cheeks.
“so it that a yes or a no?” you jokingly said, laughing softly.
“of course! yes!” he said, the smile never leaving his face. “damn. i wish i could kiss you right now. this flu came at the wrong time.”
without a warning, you pulled his mask down, now seeing his face. his face was a bit flushed, his cute duck lips pink and soft. pulling him by his tie, you smashed your lips on his, a soft gasp leaving his mouth.
he can’t help but kiss you back, his arms around you tightening, pulling you as close as possible.
“wait, you’re going to get sick.” he mumbled through your lips, slightly pulling away, his lips hovering over yours.
“then we can be sick together. i wouldn’t mind.” your hand went up to his face, your thumb stroking his bottom lip, feeling how plump it was.
yeonjun wasted no time and quickly brought his lips back to yours, “you have no idea how crazy you’re making me, pres.”
oh yeonjun, you don’t even know.
275 notes · View notes
madschiavelique · 7 months
Text
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ . ★ . ჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻
Chapter 1 : First Day
pairing : teacher!miguel o’hara x student!reader summary : you visit your new university with the help of Hobie, and when coming back to your new apartment you meet your charming neighbour Miguel. turns out, he is not only your neighbour, but your teacher. (not proofread) content warnings : none word count : Route A : 4,2k | Route B : 4k masterlist of the fic : here.
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ . ★ . ჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻
Your lungs fill with the cool air of mid-September. The leaves are beginning to turn brown, a few falling onto the perfectly cut green lawn of the campus park. You can't wait to walk on them and hear them crunch under your shoes.
But for now, the sky remains blue on this late afternoon, dotted with a few cottony clouds, the gentle caress of the sun's warmth licking the skin of your cheeks. You breathe softly, calming your excited little heart for the new terrain that now stretches out before you.
At the end of this weekend, you'll begin your new year at the Academy of Science and Polytechnics, otherwise known to its students as ASP. Your previous university didn't live up to your expectations, nor did the one before that, but as they say, third time's the charm! At least, you hope so...
You're expecting to have a little more experience on various subjects than your future comrades, and you're quite happy to be starting out with a head start. Not that it's a competition, but the comfort you have with certain subjects is reassuring.
You're a little worried that the age gap might divide you from them, but you try to reassure yourself that, just in case, other people your age who want to change course will be along for the ride?
You give a quick nod, in the hope that it will give you enough courage and uprightness not to stumble and spread yourself like a pancake in a profoundly ridiculous fashion anywhere on campus, and start your walk to its entrance.
You're supposed to meet up with a certain Hobart Brown, who's supposed to be your guide for today - perhaps he's a student representative? 
Whatever the case, you hope the visit won't be too long. Because not only is today your visiting day and the first time you've set foot in your new college, it's also the day when a good deal of your belongings are moved into your new apartment, which is located just a few blocks from the campus.
You'll receive several boxes containing, among other things, your books and the few manuals you've bought in previous years, clothes, your hygiene kit and a mattress to inflate. The apartment would be empty, with nothing but a refrigerator already installed as furniture.
You'd be on the third floor, the last one, as the building isn't very big or wide, with only two apartments per floor. You just hope your next-door neighbour won't be unpleasant. The reason you're hoping the visit won't be too long is that you'd like to take advantage of the delivery men’ presence to help you get everything up to your floor. Since the building is small, it lacks an elevator.
When you arrive at the large, imposing door of your university building, your gaze inevitably falls on a young man with an atypical style leaning against the wall right next to the entrance. Piercings, free hair, punk clothes and an aura of I-don't-give-a-shit to match, you wonder what degree he must be in.
With a toothpick wedged between his lips, he looks up at you, a shiver running down your spine as he tilts his head to the side.
"It's you? [Name] ?" he asks, calling your name, taking the toothpick from between his lips with his fingers.
It's at this precise moment that the realization hits you that the Hobart Brown you're supposed to find was this young man.
"Hobart?" you ask, raising both eyebrows.
"It's my name, but I prefer Hobie. Well," he nodded, rolling his eyes, "Hobie's a derivative of the one I was given at birth. Let's not get into the habit of names please, it's bad."
The scent of the anarchist anti-system was a perfume he nonetheless seemed to wear gracefully.
You pout understandingly, your lips forming into an inverted smile as you answer simply.
"Gotcha."
He smiles, nodding.
"Well, you're here for a tour," he says as he starts walking towards the interior of the building and you follow him, "but that's a particularly broad and useless term in this context. A tour only lasts once, and you discover things. But since you're going to be coming back here frequently, and you're still likely to discover new places, you could say I'm introducing you to the building."
"Are you in Arts?" you suggest as he walks down a corridor which you look at on either side where classes with their numbers are inscribed. "No, let me guess, you're in Philosophy."
"And you're perceptive." he smiles. "I like you, you seem to catch on quickly."
The university is, after all, home to the vast majority of the sciences, including the humanities. So Hobie is in philosophy, which is not surprising. It's interesting that he was the chosen student for your tour - sorry, introduction to the academy.
"Here's a typical corridor, nothing special, you'll come across lots of them," he sighs as he swings his hand in the air as if chasing a flying insect around him. "On the other hand, on this floor there are a few empty classrooms that we use from time to time, and obviously without the knowledge of the professoriate."
"Makes perfect sense," you say with a shrug.
"It's very useful for the meetings we hold about blockades," he informs, turning to you while walking backwards. "FYI," his ring-fingered hand rests on his chest, "I'm kind of the leader of our blockade committee, although being a leader or having one at your head isn't something I endorse. You could say I'm... the spokesman, the one who makes the speeches at our rebellion events, because let's face it, when you get tear gas thrown in your face, it can be confusing."
He seems to look you up and down, weighing up the pros and cons for a few seconds.
"Would you like to join us?" he finally said, with a jerk of his chin in your direction.
You crossed your arms, looking up at him.
"I'll think about it," you reply simply.
He smirks before turning again and walking straight ahead.
"Now, let me show you what will really matter here for you. You're in 'real' science, aren't you? You like playing chemist? Toying with vials?"
Hobie's little prejudices make you smile and laugh slightly.
"If you're nice, the one who toys with vials will show you how to make a better assortment of components to respond to tear gas."
He turned to you, laughing heartily and pointing at you as he walked to the staircase at the end of the corridor. 
"I like you," he repeated as he led you upstairs.
"This is the second floor, in case you can't count. I don't know all your stuff and your complicated scientific words for this or that or such-and-such subject," he says, his head tilting this way or that, "but one thing's for sure: this is where you'll have most of your classes."
In the hallway in question, coming from a room that had just been locked by her, a lovely dark-skinned lady with gorgeous afro hair was walking towards you.
"And you may well find yourself in class with Mrs. Drew," he said, almost raising his voice and smiling as you walked towards her.
She walked slowly, unhurried, chin high as she smiled at the young man's call.
"Hobie, convincing one more person to tag the campus lawn with a capital A?" she said in a voice that was half sigh and half sneer as she came up to your level.
"You know me at this point, you know I never do the same thing twice," he says with a shrug before plunging his hands into his back pockets. "But for once I'm bringing in a bright element that will go into your side." he turns to you.
"A new student?" asks Professor Drew as her eyes settle on you.
"Nice to meet you, I'm [Name]," you smile simply.
"Welcome, miss." she says, inhaling heavily. "I hope you'll get used to the rhythm here, it can sometimes prove to be merciless."
"Jess, don't be so hard on a new arrival, you'll scare her away," warned a new voice.
A slightly disheveled man with light brown hair came towards you.
"This," Hobie began, "is Professor Parker. You're going to have to put up with him too."
"Eh, I'm not someone you 'put up with'," commented the aforementioned Parker, imitating a finger-crunching reaction to the use of words, "it's not my fault your religion is Spinoza and mine is Mendeleev."
"It's crazy how you're both so distinctly the same mental age," Jess sighed. "Anyway, welcome to our midst miss." and she headed off down the hall.
"Oh, so you're new!" realized Peter, "welcome to ASP."
"Stands for Appearant Soporiphic Problem," Hobie sneers.
"Does Freud have an acronym too?" puffs Peter.
"Of course," he says before raising his hand as if viewing an imaginary title in the air, "MI."
"Mission impossible?" asks Peter, frowning.
"Mommy Issues." corrects Hobie.
"Very funny," laughed Peter falsely, "I hope that as a reconversion option you've chosen the circus?"
"I'm already there. "
"I am fully convinced you never graduated kindergarten." This little chat lasted a few more minutes before Peter in turn left to go home and the visit continued. Ten minutes later, the visit was over.
You told Hobie that you were new to the city, and that everything was a bit of a discovery. You learnt that the building was very old, just like a few others in the town, and that many changes of direction had led to it being rebuilt over the years, while preserving its charming, slightly old-fashioned setting. "Well, I've shown you the parts that are important to you here," says Hobie as he descends the few small steps leading to the building's main entrance. "You mentioned that you were new to the city, so do you need a mini 'tour' of it too? Just the surrounding area, to familiarise yourself a little", he suggests.
Here's your first choice! Select the option you want.
Choice A: Decline and go straight to your flat. Choice B: Accept and take a short tour of the surrounding area.
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ . ★ . ჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻
tag list : @deceitfuldevil @allysunny @zkelecr0w @chichimisaki @luvrdonny @oooof-ifellforyou @aisyakirmann @carelesswister @jojos-wife @akiras-key @love4saturn @simpychaotic
369 notes · View notes
strawberri-uyu · 7 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
seventeen x gn!reader as spanish music i adore maknae line ver!
genre: fluff, angst, idol!svt x reader, actor!yn, college!au, daycare worker dokyeom! and yn!
warnings: suggestive! (esp in mingyu's and chan's no smut!) miscommunication, situationships, breakups and implied relationships. jealous mingyu /hj
w/c: 3.7k (I AM SO SORRY HYUNG LINE IM NOT AN ANTI I PROMISE YALL.. i just got really excited writing part two for you all :') .. forgiveness please)
a/n: HELLO?!?!? over 100 notes on part one! i appreciate you all so much for all the love and support thus far! this is my apology to junhui and jihoon stans.. but i fear dino stans will hate me.. ANYWAYS please enjoy !! thank you to @fairybinie, @shuatic and @etherealyoungk for helping me as always <3
hyung line | maknae line
Tumblr media
dokyeom: cariño by the marias ♪ ༘ -> “cariño, eres un amor. cariño, pintas en color” -> dear, you are lovely. dear, you paint in color"
you and dokyeom, being child development majors, wanted experience working with children, which is how you found each other side by side in a daycare. you actually didn't have to do much searching as dokyeom was the one who introduced you to the job saying that another one of his friend’s applied a while back. at first, you found yourself having a hard time getting along with the younger crowd, but the kids attached themselves to dokyeom instantly. you were the stricter one of the two while seok was a bit nicer letting the kids do whatever they please. as the time went past you didn't exactly know how you and seok became so close with each other. he was just another guy on campus. you thought to yourself “when was it?” “when is our timeline?” wait our timeline… nevermind.. but maybe it was that time when he left a handprint on the back of your pants. or the time he took you out for dinner after a bad experience with one of the parents. it was moments like those that made you care for him. it got so bad that even your students caught on to your feelings and asked if the two of you were married when you showed up with flowers from him. it was like time moved slower in the daycare and it was just you and him. you promised yourself you wouldn’t fall in love with your coworker but you couldn't help yourself from falling for his charms. and now here you are as the day comes to a close at the daycare center you wait at the pick up at the front gate accompanied by the kids in your class.  
 “hahaha! teacher yn is it true you think mr.lee is cute?!” one child is heard screaming around. 
“i heard that from the other teacher mr.boo, that he saw the two of them kissing!!” another squealing child at the others. 
"wait- what are you kids even talking about? those are JUST rumors. mr.lee doesn't like me!" you tried to calm the panic in your voice from the five-year-olds convicting you of being involved with their precious mr.lee.
you continue to defend yourself against five year olds and as you frantically try to wave your hands in denial a voice from behind you causes the attention to shift. 
“hey, i’m not a big fan of rumors, kids. his voice said “butttt i wouldn’t mind if they were true” seokmin chuckled as he stood right behind you. his group of kids followed from behind. after hearing his response the kids couldn't help themselves with laughter and whispers, carefully watching you two as if they were watching a rom-com.
“S-SEOK- I MEAN MR. LEE!!!” you started stumbling on your words. “since, when did you-” you turned to face him, eyes wide-opened. You wouldn’t call yourself clumsy with your words, but with your feet that was a different story. 
you didn’t know how but you now had two left feet, tripping over yourself and lost your balance. to your luck there was a nice pair of strong arms to catch you. (a/n: okay me when)
“yn, you okay there? it looks like you’re a bit nervous, aren’t you?” he smiles while trying to keep hold of you. 
“ahaha .. thanks for catching me mr.lee” you skittishly answered.
“you’re very welcome and .. i wasn’t lying when i said i wouldn’t mind rumors being true.” 
“i don’t really.. mind either.” you didn’t know where the confidence came to say that but hey you’re glad it did.
“great i’ll pick you up at eight then!” he spoke out as an onslaught of cheers erupted from the children.
Tumblr media
mingyu: ⋆🎧✮ yo no soy celoso by bad bunny “yo no yo no soy celoso, ¿pero quién e' ese cabrón? dime quién e' ese cabrón. tranquila, no soy psycho. no vo’a hacer un papelón, pero auch, mi corazón” -> "i'm not jealous, but who ‘s that bastard? tell me who 's that bastard? easy, i’m not a psycho. i ain't gonna make a fool out of myself, but ouch, my heart”
when you and mingyu started dating you would compare him to a puppy. he was energetic, excited, and playful with you. and he always wanted to be by your side all the time. this was hard though as mingyu was a well established idol. and when you two finally got together, mingyu was needy… and i mean NEEDY. he always wants you to pamper him with love and attention but you thought it was time he put in the work as well. so you hatched a plan with some of the guys and on the days just like this one. you managed to sneak off to the group practice and bring them food. upon greeting everyone, handing out food and avoiding mingyu’s several attempts of flirting with you. with a quick motion you signaled to the boys to start the mission. unaware and infatuated with you as usual. mingyu didn’t really notice anything odd, it was like any other day you visited. yeah you were close to the others but it wasn’t anything to get upset about at least that's what he thought. until.. strike one was when you asked for an intimate lesson with junhui offering him to teach you one of their dances. mingyu just brushed it aside thinking to himself, “hey i’m a dancer too, yn we could always have a session together?” strike two was when you innocently went over to jihoon and got a bit too touchy with his hyung’s arms. mingyu became pouty as he leaned against the wall of the practice room. “does yn not like my arms anymore?!” and finally strike three was with the head rub from wonwoo. it wasn’t that special or anything but that was his job not wonwoo’s. something sparked in mingyu’s head as he grabbed your arm and ran outside of the practice room with you.
“yah yn what the hell was that?!” mingyu demands to try and understand. as he drags you out of the room releasing his grip when the two of you are alone. the idol has always been a bit loud but hearing his voice like that wasn’t the response you had wished for, he was a bit hurt now.
“m-mingyu it was just a little teasing, nothing else!” trying to defend yourself on thin ice was harder than you thought it’d be
“really yn, i'm not blind i can see you in there practically throwing yourself on the others like that!??” 
“mingyu listen to me, it was only to get you jealo-” as the sound of mingyu’s hand slamming on the wall a few inches away from your face. as you feel weak in the knees shrinking down as he isolates the both of you against the cold wall outside of the practice room.
and through the corner of your eyes, you could see some pairs of eyes peeking through the door. as you tried to hold your composure to smile, this was all just a little joke.
“no you listen here yn..” mingyu deepened his tone while he moved in, enclosing the space between you two.
“i- im listening..” you mustered out unaware of how you were going to get yourself out of this predicament. 
“yn, you drive me crazy and i can’t control myself.. i just want you to pay attention to me and only me. don’t go talking to the guys too much” you finally give in to mingyu’s little antic and lean into his chest looking up at him. “hmm.. im hearing you out mingyu promise but where’s my attenti-” you started to complain as he cuts you off pressing his lips onto yours. 
as he breaks from the kiss he looks down at you and smirks “there you go yn satisfied?”
Tumblr media
minghao: ♪ ༘⋆ te extraño by xtreme “mira cómo estoy sufriendo. me quemo por dentro por sentir tu amor” -> “look how i’m suffering, i am burning inside for your love”
as a new couple there's always so many ups and downs. so many people telling you and minghao what you guys shouldn’t and should be doing. and that because of the differences between the two of you and him. that it wouldn’t work out in the end but against the odds you two opposites still managed to find some common ground. how you two lovebirds managed to cross paths was  through bumping into him at a museum. and as the story goes “apparently” you had stepped on his very expensive shoes and he had some nice comments to say about your outfit. that’s not how you remember it happening but that’s for another day. a few months into the dating period the band’s tour season had started soon, and while you managed to keep yourself together through delusions and winning a fancall with minghao. (more like begging seungcheol to rig the odds) minghao was not faring as well, the timing just never lined up with his free days and you had your own business going on. minghao was a bit fed up at this point, missing you to an extreme that he had never experienced before. as cheesy as this sounds, you were such an important part of his life now. and all your teasing him over the phone wasn’t making this any easier on him. so he took it upon himself to catch you off game, and surprise you at your job with a bouquet of flowers and some gifts. opening up the cafe doors to greet customers but instead greeted with the sight of your boyfriend. and as much as you put on the facade that you were fine, telling your coworkers that you were the stronger one in the relationship seeing him physically was a whole different story. at the ring of the bell the two of you greeted each other with a kiss.
“myungho .. i’m sorry i can’t keep this up, it’s been so hard.” hiccup you managed to choke out as you couldn’t help the tears falling down your cheeks.
“yn you, don’t know how difficult it’s been without you,” minghao responded, cusping your face. 
“myungho” hiccup “i missed you so much, please don’t leave me anymore” you pleaded crying into his hands.
“yn what am i going to do with you.” minghao sighed as he held back his own tears. wiping your cheek with his hands. 
all the tears you tried to suppress inside, kept pouring down your face. it had been too much for the both of it was like the world wanted the two of you together. 
you couldn’t form a response besides nodding in agreement and sobbing out i love you, i miss you and the ongoing repeat of his name.  
“y’know, i just look for your face in every pretty thing i see. in the flowers i brought, the porcelain tea cups. i guess it’s just me seeking some semblance of you to comfort me.” he couldn’t help smiling even when the tears fell.
it felt like the two of you were the only people in the world. but you weren't (a/n: get back to work yn) as a voice snapped you both into reality. “erm sorry to bother but i was wondering if i could get my coffee like right now?!”
Tumblr media
seungkwan: sabor a mi by luis miguel ⋆🎧✮ “si negaras mi presencia en tu vivir. bastaría con abrazarte y conversar. tanta vida yo te di, que por fuerza tienes ya, sabor a mí” -> “if you were to deny my presence in your life. a hug and a conversation would be enough. i gave you so much life, that by force you now have, the taste of me”
as a rookie idol group you prepared yourself for almost anything. it was for your group in the long run. whether it’s an embarrassing moment on stage, your members embarrassing you on camera, or dropping the camera on a live show. you needed to have the mental fortitude to keep up your mean and silent image the company pushed on you. even throughout many different activities such as variety programs, advertisements and award shows, the persona is active while the real you is pushed to the side. something did change when you met seungkwan though. it was only a few months after your first comeback that you and kwannie met on a variety show. your manager said it was “something about putting rookies and their senior idols together” and while you were hesitant at first your group members begged you to join the program. you really needed the exposure for your upcoming comeback and your team was hoping for their first win soon especially after the way the debut went. fast forward to the start of filming and you are accompanied  by many new and household names in the industry. to your surprise you were partnered up with seungkwan of seventeen. while you tried to keep up the facade, the natural charisma and humor of the veteran idol had you breaking character more than you would like to admit. and seungkwan understood the life of a rookie idol and wanted to provide you some screen time with your real personality being showcased. his quick comebacks and sassy personality paired with you firing back on an equal level had the other idols immersed and the directors very pleased. you would say filming with seungkwan was just a good opportunity and that was all  but you couldn’t help yourself to feel your heart jump a bit. the comments that mentioned the chemistry between you and seungkwan throughout filming. the way his eyes followed you throughout the show, the energy and supportive spirit throughout the challenges you two participated in. you couldn’t stop the butterflies in your stomach, and a few days after filming was done, you received a notification that somebody had “accidentally” liked a photo of you on his instagram and a direct message from none other than the man himself.
coming home from a long day of practice you laid in your dorm scrolling through your social media as you were greeted to the noise of your ringtone. 
ring ring ring 
you stared at the caller id unsure if this was a prank or not, before you finally answered.  “hello? seungkwan? what’s up?” you question genuinely confused due to how late he decided to call you. 
“yn, hi! it’s boo seungkwan erm.. i’m sorry that I'm calling this late but i was wondering if you wanted to hangout sometime?” you could overhear some voices in the background and the sounds of seungkwan moving around. 
“err- do we need to reshoot some scenes or did you need me for something?” 
“no!!  y-you did great during the show but i uh..” seungkwan tried clearing his throat, to ease his nerves. “this is just me asking…that i’d like to get to know you more off camera.” 
“i also…missed your beautiful face” he adds with a blush on his face. 
you couldn’t help the smile escaping your lips as you responded “of course seungkwan, i would love that….and i missed yours too”  
Tumblr media
vernon: ⊹♡🎶 corazon sin cara by prince royce “y el corazón no tiene cara, y te prometo que lo nuestro, nunca va a terminar” -> “and the heart has no face, and i promise that our thing is never going to end”
you had finally made your first big break! as an actor in the industry for a few months now things weren’t looking the best for you. only minor roles for one episode or scene or just filming as a background extra with no lines. your manager surprised you with good news! you were to be casted in a romance drama as the main lead. you were confident enough that you would finish this project with no issues. but the only problem was when you found out that you were working with an idol did shake you off your game a bit, just enough to make you sweat. during the first round of filming you weren’t too aware of the idol you were going to film with just their role. you two were filming as a pair of high school students who are in a weird romantic situation, your manager told you it was something similar to the k-drama twenty-first century girl. vernon was a simple yet emotional guy underneath that intimidating exterior was a genuine person who cared for the success of the drama and the hardworking people making it happen. while you both shared the same thoughts of wanting the success of the drama, filming wasn’t the best. you two weren’t the most.. natural there was this awkwardness in the air and the on camera chemistry was nowhere to be found. the casting director and the staff really fought for the both of you to keep your roles. so what better way to develop some chemistry than to go on fake dates… and in the end it worked out for the best. you two managed to find your balance in and off camera together. 
cameras rolling 
as the rainfall embraces you and vernon for the climax of the drama. the two of you are standing in the middle of the campus’s baseball field as you proceed to read your character’s line. “.. so it wasn’t just a dare.. did you actually end up falling for me that night..” 
“tell me i’m not just another one of those stupid.. lovestruck people.. p-please” you managed to spit out as your kept getting your real emotions caught with your character’s.
he cupped your face and let out a big sigh.. “and if i said i fell for you that night.. would you let me hold you for the night?” at this point you couldn’t distinguish acting for reality. your emotions were at their peak and you just went with your gut. afterwards you pushed yourself into his arms and you could feel his warmth as he held you in his. 
“and cut!” the director shouted out “that was an unscripted moment but hey we could work with it” as the cameras stopped rolling and the two of you stood still you felt a pull at your arm and heard a whisper in your ear. 
“you know.. i wouldn’t mind taking you on a real date after this yn.”
“oh and by the way.. your lips tasted sweet” (a/n: me when.. when will i get told this .. i use the fenty lip oil for a reason..) 
Tumblr media
chan: ⤹˚˖♬୭ quién lo diría by nicole zignago & lagos “que yo hace poco no sabía si olvidarte. por otra parte, yo sé que todavía. tengo pegada esta manía de pensarte” ->  “recently i didn't know whether to forget you, on the other hand, i know that still. i have this habit of thinking about you”
college student lee chan.. just need to be honest with you. it's simple that he wanted to be more than whatever you two had going on. he had his share of flings and situationships before and just like the others he promised you. that it will be nothing more than friends with benefits. and when you were done that was it, and he agreed for the most part to this arrangement. telling himself he could be mature about this one, to not catch feelings. but some small part of himself was sure that you felt the same way. at least that’s what he assumed. it was because of the way you brightened up his life, the influence on chan made something in him change. he caught feelings. so his friends kept egging him on to confess to you under the cherry blossom tree. chan practiced in his dorm mirror for about twenty times he needed to get this confession done right. perfect almost.. but everything was far from perfect. the gloom took over the sky, the trees lacking their pink hues, and you.. holding the hand over another. you looked radiant even in this melancholy you caught his attention. even in a crowded arena you always could.. chan fell … his head was spinning, he wanted to run to you, it was supposed to be his hand that should have been enveloped with yours.. and as much as it hurt he knew. he couldn’t do anything, it wasn't your fault he knew you would eventually fall for somebody else. a playwright would call him the other woman. if he would have just expressed his feelings sooner he wouldn't have ended up being the second lead in this drama. he cried that night, lee chan had always been the heartbreaker but never the heartbroken until now… he needed to do something and fast. 
you had gotten off a call with your current partner, walking through the halls of the university as you felt a light pull at your wrist turning around to the source. “c-channie you scared me!?”
“why didn’t you just tap me on the shoulder or tell me it was you?” you shared your general surprise at the male student standing in front of you.
he sighed before opening his mouth “what do you not want me around any more?” out of all the things you thought he would say that wasn’t on your bucket list. 
“chan.. that’s not what’s happening here we had an agreement.. you know better than anyone in this type of relationship a friends with benefits” you sounded off, this is not the person chan fell in love with. he was under the impression you’d be understanding of his feelings or at least what he was implying.
“that one of us would end up alone in the end… it’s a special bond, something intimate, but it’s also fragile as hell.” you pull your wrist away from his grip taking a few steps away from him. 
“yn .. i can’t do this anymore, i didn't know i could never value intimacy, our time together.. until i saw you with someone other than me…. “ the desperation in his voice matched the neediness of his stare. the stare that would haunt you till the end of time. 
“chan..” you cupped his face “i’m sorry but i moved on.. and it’s time you should do the same.”
“n-no i-” and then came his tears .. and then came the rain.. 
“maybe in another time we were destined to be together channie… but this time i wasn’t the one...” you gently wrapped your arms around his torso for the last time. and disappeared as fast as the downpour came. 
128 notes · View notes
Text
Drunk in Love (Obey Me)
Pairing: Lucifer x Reader
Word Count: 2.8k
A/N: I hate Lucifer!!! But I love Lucifer angst!!!
Tumblr media
Lucifer's forehead looked like a shiny egg. The glare on it shifted as he violently gestured with his hands. He was giving some sort of lecture, but you had tuned him out ten minutes ago. Now, all you could do was focus on his giant forehead that glistened like a freshly boiled egg. 
"Are you listening?"
"Egg."
"What?"
You blinked. "Huh? Oh. Uh…yes?"
He crossed his arms, glaring down at you. "No. You're not."
"Can you blame me? Do I really need to be lectured for this long?"
"You skipped school."
" One time , Lucifer."
"Are you trying to become a dropout? It only takes one time!"
Your mind flitted back to those "anti-drug" campaigns. It was a bunch of cheesy slogans like that. Gateway drugs, hanging with all the wrong people, and making bad decisions. Lucifer sounded like a more angry version of the teachers there. You raised an eyebrow, not wanting to listen to his lecture anymore.
"So you're telling me you've never skipped school?"
He snorted. "No. I'm a diligent student."
That was more than enough to get you annoyed. "Diligent? So just because I skipped one day, I'm suddenly a bad apple. Ok, got it."
"Good. Glad we've come to an agreement. You're grounded for a week."
You stood up. "Seriously?! That's so unfair!" 
"It's completely fair. You are to not go out. You go to school and immediately come home."
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Language."
You rolled your eyes. "Oh, fuck off."
Lucifer's eyes darkened as he spoke your name with a low and careful tone. "Say that again."
"You're just pissed because your life is so boring! You see one person break the rules, and out of jealousy, you incite your oh so powerful wrath because you can't stand seeing people actually enjoy being alive."
"Don't you make assumptions about me!" Lucifer shouted, pointing his finger at you. "I am trying to help you!"
"News flash! Punishments won't help anyone!"
"Yes it does! I'm keeping you from wasting your time!"
"This," You motioned widely with your hands, as if to encompass your relationship with him in a bubble. "Is a waste of my time! Did you even ask me why I skipped?"
Lucifer's eye twitched. At this point, you knew it was best to tread lightly. That was, until he spoke again. "I don't need to know why! You were being stupid!"
"You're fucking stupid! You're nothing but a boring, pompous, power hungry asshole!"
Before you could let Lucifer even rip into you, you stomped out of his room and slammed the door. You were half expecting him to chase after you, demon form and all, but he never did. You huffed proudly to yourself. It was about time he was told what's what. 
When you opened your door, you saw Mammon and Levi lounged on your bed. Levi was laying on his stomach, fidgeting with his switch, while Mammon sat next to him. You flopped down on the only empty space. Immediately, both Mammon and Levi turned their attention to you. You stared at them, and then covered your eyes.
"That was bad, wasn't it?" 
Mammon hummed. "Honestly, I haven't heard him that angry in a while. Not even towards me."
"I haven't heard you yell," Levi thought out loud. "It was kinda…"
You groaned. "Enough."
Mammon poked at your cheek. "Are you ok?"
Were you? You felt drained. Fights were bad, but getting yelled at was worse . If these two weren't here, you would probably be crying. It's not like you haven't been lectured by Lucifer before. In fact, who hasn't been lectured by him? The hurt you felt more so came from him not having any faith in you at all. Sure, you could've told him beforehand you were skipping, but would he even have let you go?
"Tired," You mumbled, deciding not to express your hurt. "Wake me up when dinner is ready."
"Should we leave?" Mammon asked. You knew he wouldn't.
"It's fine."
"Ok."
About an hour later, you woke up to numb legs as Mammon shook you awake. You groggily rubbed your eyes and sat up. Levi was using your thighs as a body pillow as he continued to game. With a sigh, you pushed him off. Your head was pounding and you wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep. But your stomach grumbled. 
"What time is it?" You mumbled, slowly getting up.
"Almost six." Mammon answered.
"Whose turn was it to cook?"
"Satan's." Levi's game made an alarming noise. He sighed and tossed it down. "I can't pass this level!"
You sleepily smirk at him. "Need my help?"
"No. Last time I got your help, you wouldn't let me play for two hours ." 
You shrug. "It was fun."
No one spoke about the fight with Lucifer. You didn't want to talk about it either. You were ready for the awkwardness when you saw him out at dinner. Talking, but avoiding the touchy subject. Stiff words with no emotion. How fun did that sound? Levi trailed after you with his Switch while Mammon stood glued to your side.
As you sat at the dinner table, you noticed that Lucifer wasn't there. You tried to not look too concerned. Normally, he would be at dinner after lecturing anyone, as if to say "you could be next". Satan walked in with the main course and set it on the table next to the sides. It was some sort of roast with an array of "vegetables" as sides. He sat next to you. You saw Beel reaching for a piece of the roast. You took the giant fork before he could, and filled up his plate. Then you did the same to the rest of the brothers. When everyone had their plates, you all awkwardly looked at each other.
"Uhm…" Levi pursed his lips. "Do we…wait?"
"Why should we?" Satan rolled his eyes, picking up his fork. 
Belphie nods in agreement. "It's not like he ever waits for us." He yawns and sits back in his chair, hugging the pillow in his lap. "Let's just eat."
There were no complaints. Everyone started to eat. After a couple of silence-filled minutes, Asmo decided to fill up the silence with his escapades for the day. Something about the new clothes he got and new skincare products. It was a good distraction. Soon conversation flowed between all seven of you. Laughter and playful bickering was enough to have you in a good mood. That was until you heard the front door open and then slam shut. 
“I’m home!” Lucifer announced, his arms raised as he stumbled into the dining room. “Welcome me back!”
“Welcome back?” You questioned looking up from your plate. He looked like shit. “Where were you?”
“Well,” He slurred, all but falling in his chair. “Diavolo and I got a bit too enthusiastic with the Demonus...and drank six bottles each.”
“Jesus Christ man, it’s literally six in the evening.” Mammon gaped.
“Oh. I’m just a bit tipsy. And watch your language around the dinner table. Beelzelbub, please pass me some food.”
Beel looked up then frowned, his eyes growing as he scooted the plate closer to himself. You stifled a giggle as Lucifer reached out, trying to get any sort of food. Beel whined and defensively smacked his hand away. Lucifer grabbed his hand and gasped. Satan groaned and rolled his eyes.
“Great,” He groaned, leaning back in his chair. “Now we have to deal with this.”
“I find it quite amusing,” Asmo grinned, his chin resting on his hand.
“Deal with what?” You asked.
“That’s right!” Mammon smiled, a giddiness in his eyes. “You’ve never seen Lucifer drunk!”
“It’s nothing special,” Levi muttered.
“You’re only saying that because you don’t get scolded.” Belphegor snorted. “Get ready. You’re in for a treat.”
“Beelzebub!” Lucifer gasped again, totally offended. “How could you? I am your brother! I love you, and this is how you treat me?”
“And I love food.”
Lucifer drops his head onto the dining table with a thunk . His shoulders shook as if he was crying. You lifted an eyebrow. The once strong, proud, never faltering Lucifer was now nothing more than a clumsy drunk demon. You warily finished off your plate. As funny as it was to see him like this, you also were too tired to deal with him anymore for today. You silently stood, taking your plate into the kitchen. You go back into the dining room.
"I'm gonna go rest in my room for the rest of the night."
"I wanna come!" Levi says.
You shook your head. "I need alone time."
"But-"
Satan interrupted him. "Just let them get rest."
You silently thanked him. After taking a glance at drunk Lucifer, who was still face down on the table, you left. Once in your room, you sat on the edge of your bed and chewed at your nails. Drunk? Drunk ? Lucifer drank, sure, but he wasn't once to get this bad. You doubt it was Diavolo's doing. Despite his upbeat and playful personality, he would never put Lucifer in a position like that. So it must've been —
Your eyes widen as the conversation you had with him earlier pops into your brain. Was it because you called him boring? Did he actually go out and get drunk to prove a point? Never had you thought that your words had any sort of effect on Lucifer. It felt kind of good , knowing that you were the one to lead him to this point.
"Let me in!"
Speak of the devil. There was a pounding at your door. You swung it open to see Lucifer. He smiled and then took a deep swig of water. You sighed, putting your hand on your hip. "Do you need something?"
Lucifer places his hand on your shoulder. "Can we talk?"
"I don't want to talk to you when you're drunk."
"But I wouldn't-" He pauses, blinking his eyes. Then he hiccups. " hic ! Ugh. Please?"
You shift your body so he could come in. Maybe it was a lapse of judgment, or maybe it was the fact that he currently had no filter. Whatever it was, something was telling you to let him in and hear you out. Lucifer walked over to your bed, his steps a little more stable. You sat next to him. 
He hummed a bit, taking the last bit of water. "Did you really mean it?"
You knew what he was talking about, but still, you asked. "Mean what?"
"When you called me a boring, pompous, power hungry asshole." His words smoothly ran into one another. He was sounding less and less drunk. "That really hurt, you know."
You snorted. "I can tell. I've never seen you act like this before."
His eyes softened slightly, as did his voice. "You wanted it to hurt?"
"I-" You took a moment to think. "I did. Because you hurt me."
"I'm just trying to make sure you live properly.." He groaned, leaning against your shoulder. "Just look at my brothers! They're always a mess."
"They're a mess because you keep meddling in their lives. We're all adults, Lucifer. If they need help, they'll ask. Stop trying to control everything. Stop trying to control me."
"But I have to!"
"So you act even more childish when you're drunk?"
"I'm not drunk," He straightened and then turned towards you. You stared at him as both his hands gripped the side of your face. "I need to protect you. I love you ."
Lucifer wasn't the type to be affectionate, much less say such weighted words. You can't even remember the last time he said them to his brothers. It took you aback. Then you remembered he was drunk, and it was probably all a lie anyway. So when he kissed you, you did nothing.
"Lucifer," You whispered, placing your hands on his chest. "You're drunk. Go to sleep."
"Please. Please kiss me back." His voice was so desperate. His eyes were no longer hazy, the cloudiness of alcohol all but gone. "Please."
It wasn't right of you to kiss him. Not when you were now doubting your feelings on him. With a shake of your head, you stood and left your room, closing the door behind you. The living room was lively as the boys played a board game. You sat in the corner, ignoring them and zoning out. Lucifer kissed you. He tried kissing you again. The platonic love you had originally thought he felt fell out the window. Your heart was pounding, but your eyes still felt heavy. All you could think about when you drifted off to sleep was Lucifer's desperate expression
***
You had tried avoiding Lucifer all day. At breakfast, on the way to school, in the halls, it seemed like everywhere you turned, he was there. You didn't want to talk about last night. It felt awkward. It felt painful. Maybe it's because this was the first time he was nice to you in ages and it's because he was drunk. Or maybe it's because you didn't want to find out that all those words were a lie. Whatever it was, you wanted to avoid it. 
The bell rang for lunch. You told Mammon that you would meet up with him later. In all the drama yesterday, you had forgotten to finish your homework for next period. You sat alone in the empty classroom and worked diligently to finish. Until a large hand placed itself over your papers.
You stood, gathering your stuff. "Not now, Lucifer."
"Can we just talk?" He sighed.
"I need to go meet up with Mammon." You tried to push past him. "I'm going to be late."
He rolled his eyes. "So you're not going to finish your homework? I'll help." 
That made you snort. He really needed to get his thoughts under control. You didn't need to be here for that, so you tried leaving. But he didn't let you. Instead, his hands wrapped around your waist and he pushed you back until you hit your desk. His body was flush against yours as he looked down at you with a stern expression.
"What are you doing?" You hissed.
"We need to talk about last night."
"Do you even remember what happened?"
He winced slightly. "I remember asking Diavolo if I was boring. I remember drinking to prove both of you wrong. I remember coming home-" Lucifer's voice dropped to a whisper as his hand gently cradled your cheek, his thumb grazing against your lips. "And making a fool of myself. I remember telling you how hurt I felt…and how you wanted me to be hurt."
Your face was ablaze in a blush. Lucifer's voice was always smooth while talking. Right now, it rendered you helpless as you just stared at him. "So are you going to apologize?"
"I am. I won't say I'll change right away…but you made it clear how you felt. How I made you feel. But now…"
"Now?"
"I want you to feel good."
This kiss wasn't based on drunk feelings. This one was calm and confident. His lips were warmer, softer than you remembered. And this time you kissed Lucifer back. You let yourself get lost in the way his lips seemed to so perfectly fit against yours. His hand moved down to your neck, while the other squeezed your waist as he tried to press himself closer to you. He let out a soft chuckle, as if he had just won something. You bit his lip. "Ow! Seriously?" He glared at you.
You grinned and patted his cheek. "Just a little revenge."
"You get a pass this time," He sighed. He looked at you with such a loving gaze, that you had to look away. "I truly am sorry. I have crossed the line yesterday, multiple times. I lost my temper. Next time you are in need of a lecture, I will not resort to the same method."
You raised an eyebrow. "Next time. And what method will you use?"
He smirked. Before you could ask what he was doing, his lips were attached to your neck. You let out a surprised gasp. Lucifer laughed and leaned back. "This one. Hopefully it'll deter you."
"Asshole!" You playfully pushed him back. "How about being more lenient?"
"How about giving me a warning next time you decide to skip?"
"Deal."
"Good." Lucifer pauses. He shifts uncomfortably. "I apologize for raising my voice and not bothering to hear you out. And…about what I said last night…don't feel pressured to answer. I want to take it slow. By taking you on a date. Tonight."
"I can't."
"What?" His face fell. "But I thought-"
You shrugged. "I'm grounded. Not allowed to go out."
Lucifer's face turned red. It was such a cute sight. After a second, he composed himself again, giving you a smirk. "Oh, you play a tough game. You're no longer grounded. Good?"
"Good." 
82 notes · View notes
youandtom2 · 2 years
Text
We Need to Talk About Peter (dark!Peter Parker)
Tumblr media
Summary: There's something not right about Peter. Why is no one talking about it? Themes: angst, horror w/c: 4.2k a/n: I wanted to write something a little darker based loosely on the book We Need to Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver. I didn't want to romanticise anything, this is simply just a story and NOT a 'peter parker x reader' even if it might be tagged as such. Please take the time to read the warnings as this is about a topic that is triggering. Also, this is a reminder to keep yourselves safe out there, especially in places where gun control isn't as enforced as it should be.
T/W: SCHOOL SHOOTING, BULLYING, VIOLENCE, SUICIDE, DARK CONTENT AHEAD! VERY RAW! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
MASTERLIST
Every school has one: that detached, isolated person who sits at the back of the class, having no intention of uttering a word to anyone that approaches them. The deviant nobody pays attention to because, after many fruitless attempts, it is simply too difficult to connect with them through any means of communication. To everyone's knowledge, they're just a name and a body and nothing further. A walking, empty soul that floats around the school. A blank canvas who has yet to leave an imprint on society but with no personality, no emotion and no social background, it seems highly unlikely they ever will.
Every school has one regardless. But none of those other schools ever had someone quite like Peter.
Now Peter contained all of the typical symptoms. Quiet, restricted, invisible. Oftentimes you would pass him in the corridor with the hint of a bruising or a red blemish developing on his face just minutes after being harassed by someone who didn't quite understand him. Not necessarily saying that you did, but you knew more than anyone else that there was something psychologically obscure about him; something that wasn't to be reconciled with. Everyone else disregarded him and blamed it on a defect of character, but what struck you about him was the way he would never stray from that stone cold expression, you never saw any other emotion donning his face. No fear, no pain, nothing. But that was just typical Peter.
You couldn't ignore how much it bothered you that everyone was completely blind to his very distinct anti-social behaviour. The teachers paid him no mind because he did the work, he was a grade A student, and his family background checks were completely healthy. So as long as he was able to conform to the school rules and there was no trouble at home, then it was assumed that having no personality was his personality.
Indeed, he was unique. But not in the way that everyone thought because he embodied something that no one else had. Something that exhorted him to exceed his reputation and do the unthinkable.
He had a motive.
~~~~
Your day at school is like any other. Your English literature work basks in the sun, shining its rays onto your desk as if it was mocking you, reminding you that once again you are stuck in school with work at your fingertips. English isn't your favourite but it's tolerable. The class isn't half bad, the teacher knows what he's doing and maybe about a third of the course sparks your interest. The other two thirds you fall asleep to.
The other dilemma is your partner, Peter. Having the misfortune of sitting next to him, it is inevitable that when teamwork projects come along you will always be paired with him. You have to give it to him though, he never fails you when it comes to putting in the effort. He's smart, clever and a little too cunning for your liking. This particular feature about him you try to suppress when it gets the better of you, knowing all too well that he gets enough shit from everyone else. The least you could do is persevere and expand your patience.
It's team project day and as instructed by your teacher you turn towards your partner. Your skin turns cold when you notice a purple haze grazing his cheek amongst the red undertones of his skin, where the traces of tears are obvious to the eye. Like you say, he gets enough shit from everyone else. The last thing he needs is for you to be the same. With a hesitant smile on your lips and a spark of optimism growing, you present your findings to Peter.
"Okay, so I spent 3 hours last night doing analysis and evaluation on chapter 3. I also started making the template for our presentation which I can do if you're totally not up for it. It's cool. And I know you're supposed to be doing quotes but..."
You can't help but drag your eyes over his bruising face, thinking how could anyone have the insolence to hurt someone as innocent as Peter? As your commiserate eyes skim over the last detail of his beatings he turns, catching you staring at his face.
"I-I could them if you don't want to?" Of course he doesn't reply, which is what you expect. However you're too quick to judge as he rips out a piece of paper from his notebook and begins scribbling.
'No, it's okay I'll do them.'
You read the words in your own voice simply because you don't know what his sounds like. Nevertheless, it's still something. He usually doesn't tend to write anything to anyone.
"Are you sure?"
Miraculously, he nods. After finalising his decision, you both put your heads down and focus on your work in silence, just how you both like it.
~~~~
That was all you got from him that day. That week, even. As the month progressed you noticed that Peter, however impossible it seemed, was becoming evermore unresponsive. Every period of English that you endured felt like a battle just trying to get him to even look at you. He wouldn't move other than to blink and to breathe.
He had done all of his work for the team project in four days. Something that was supposed to last 2 weeks had been completed in four days. You, on the other hand, were completely flooded with work, desperately trying to catch up with his work ethic, but even then, you were still working on finishing touches up until the day before the presentation was due.
You can understand why he did it so quickly: spending the free time he granted himself in complete ignorance because he didn't have any work to do, and left you helplessly trying to complete your half of the project in a scramble. You knew you had delegated the work equally, but showing a little decency to help you out wouldn't have harmed anyone. However, you decided not to pester him about it.
And it's a good thing you didn't. Otherwise you might've ended up like the others.
~~~~
On the day before presentation day you decide to stay in school late, running through your presentation and perfecting every detail of it. You want it to be flawless. Especially since you won't be having any assistance presenting it no thanks to a certain stubborn mute.
Under Spring's pink sky you walk home constantly being tormented by the craving of a good night's sleep. With the team project no longer occupying your mind, you take your time enjoying the view around you. That is until you turn the corner. Your view is now being hindered by a certain, lonesome, stubborn mute walking ahead of you. His back is turned and you notice a heavy rucksack clinging to his back as he drags it along the pavement. What could he possibly be carrying that's so heavy? Intrigued, you track every footstep remembering to keep your distance.
Something else comes into view in the distance. Three, no, four boys you recognise strut round the corner, obnoxiously laughing as they advance on Peter with nothing but mischief in their predatory eyes. Those boys are the recipe for trouble and you fear that the nice weather isn't the reason for their little stroll through the neighbourhood. Specifically one that Peter inhabits. Your heartbeat picks up as Peter fails to avoid them, refusing to break his stride until he and the boys come face to face. His feet are rooted to the ground and his statue-like stance doesn't convey any form of fear. He should really run if he knows what's best for him.
Their voices are muted. Words are mumbled. You can't hear a damn thing but yet you still remain hidden behind a parked car watching very intently as the scene unfolds before you. In amongst the irritated voices, you know for a fact that none of them are Peter's. 
"ANSWER ME!" The boy's quick to slap Peter's face. The piercing sound so disturbing it leaves you wincing, cowering even further into your cover knowing that it was only the beginning and the worst is yet to come.
Still, Peter's reactions cease to exist. There is simply nothing that will make him bat an eyelid, even if it means slapping him in the face to test the theory. Empty-handed, the boys grow impatient, desperately waiting for something exciting to happen. They think that if they aggravate Peter further, he'll break and retaliate, giving them what they want and have never seen before: a reaction.
They never learn their lesson. They won't get one, no matter what they do.
"Fuck this," the other one says, and gives Peter a mighty blow to the face, one that's capable of breaking his jaw, and sweeps him clean off his feet. After the initiation, it's like a monkey-see-monkey-do situation. One kicks, the others kick. One punches, the others follow. The whole thing makes you sick to the stomach. Peter's body is constantly being beaten around, twitching and jerking lifelessly with the sounds of bones cracking, and laughter ringing through the air.
"STOP!" you hear your own voice yelling, suddenly realising now that your legs are carrying you towards them. "STOP IT! LEAVE HIM ALONE!"
The boys look at you with confusion riddling their face, questioning why someone like you would defend someone like Peter. One of them even mutters your name through his heavy breathing, exhausted from beating Peter senselessly. You take your stance in front of Peter, defending him from the boys.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Huh? He didn't do a fucking thing to you, and you think it's okay to beat him up?"
"Back off, this is none of your business," one of them has the audacity to say.
"You fuck with Peter, you make it my business. Now you fuckwits better leave because that old woman over there witnessed the whole thing from her living room and is probably on the phone to the police right now. So unless you want to spend the night in custody I'd suggest that you back off."
They leave accordingly knowing how much being involved with the police would jeopardise their precious football careers, but not without getting a last word in.
"Left a little surprise for your aunt when she gets home, Parker. I'm sure you'll enjoy it too."
~~~~
That surprise was the last straw for Peter. You helped him hobble home to discover the words 'slut' spray painted across the side of his aunt’s car. Not only that, but as you looked up to the apartment building you couldn't miss the numerous egg stains and little shards of shell scattered across the glass panes of his windows. You remember very distinctly the prominent lump in your throat when you saw what they had done to his home, thinking that nobody should ever have to go through something as debilitating as that.
You knew well enough Peter didn't show emotion, but after seeing the atrocities blatantly displayed across the Parker property, there should've been at least something, even just a hint of anger somewhere inside him. A clue or gesture of some sort that would prove that he's actually human would have sufficed.
There was absolutely nothing.
He walked the remaining distance into the building independently and slammed the door. Hearing that slam was like a wash of relief. It was the result of anger, frustration and fury. That alone was enough to convince you that there was something inside him that was capable of feeling emotion. 
But for him, though, it wasn't enough.
~~~~
You make your presence known at the front of your class, anxiously waiting to get this presentation over and done with. Your eyes peer over to Peter's empty desk thinking how he should be here. As mysterious as he is, you can't understand why he isn't here, he's never skipped class and would never think to tarnish his 100% attendance record. You know giving presentations isn't his thing, but he could've at least shown you some moral support.
Pfft, yeah right.
You shrug the thought away before it bothers you even more and without delay, you begin your presentation.
"Lionel Shriver is the author of the 2003 novel We Need to Talk About Kevin which-"
Your words are cut off by four, angry shots echoing down the hallway, followed by a heart-stopping scream. Your eyes whip to the open door and in that moment you feel like your mind is absent, stunned in the disbelief of what you just heard. You try to move but you find that your muscles have stiffened, paralysed with fear and complete panic.
More shots follow, even louder than before. Your teacher yells at you to take cover which you do eventually after an unnecessarily delayed reaction, but your ears are ringing and everything you see has morphed into a blur.
The shooter is three...two...one footstep away from the classroom. Your sensitive ears pick up the murmurations of sobs, whimpers and sheer panic effusing from your classmates. But there's nothing more deafening than the heavy tread of the shooter's steps pacing slowly into the classroom. 
Silence. It's just absolute, unadulterated silence. The longer it continues, the more the anticipation strangles you.
"Hmmm, where is she?" His smooth, puckish tones are unrecognisable but just as equally terrifying. You can't seem to get a good look at his face; the front panel of the teacher's desk obstructs your view. "She must be in here somewhere..." She? Who's she? You make eye contact with your teacher who presses his index finger to his lips as he too hides under the desk. Whilst the shooter wanders around the room at an unbearable pace, you distract yourself by counting to ten, praying that it'll calm your uneased mind. It's completely illogical but right now anything will help.
One.
It's almost impossible to pinpoint exactly where he is based on your judgement of sound. He could be anywhere, ready to pounce.
Two.
You close your eyes, inhaling and exhaling.
Three.
He fires two warning shots into the ground and even seconds after you can still feel the harsh repercussions of the bullets hitting the ground. Screams and cries of mercy fill the room. Bits and pieces of the floor ricochet.
Four.
You have to force yourself to clamp your hand over your mouth before you end up exposing yourself to him.
Five.
"Oh look, our presentation's on the board!" There's something chilling about his words; his taunting yet playful voice emphasises the word 'our', giving you a perfectly obvious clue as to who the perpetrator is.
You know it, but the thought can't process through your dazed mind any slower. Our. He said 'our'. You and...Peter. That answers the question why you were unable to recognise his voice. He's the shooter. And he's looking for you.
Six.
An abrupt shriek emits from a girl's mouth, one you recognise as your friend Ellis.
"Is she under that desk over there?" His cool tones are still heard despite Ellis's cries and desperate pleas. You don't hear her answer, but your guess is that he didn't need one. Adrenaline settles in and your eyes grow wide in the unprecedented fear of what is about to happen. His footsteps, unlike before, are quick and thunderous as they stalk closer and closer.
Sev-
"Found you!"
Despite his deceptive body frame, his brute force drags you out from hiding in seconds. The first thing that comes into your mind is his gun. That small but powerful TEC-9 gun is secure in Peter's clutches. Instinctively, your awareness of the threat that you face takes priority in your mind and you watch it with cautious eyes. You’ve never seen a gun up close before, and now that Peter waves it around aimlessly in front of you, you realise the very real danger it poses. All it takes is one single bullet. The very thought makes you shudder.
Like an ornament, Peter presents you to the class, body stiff and unresponsive. He stands to your left, his hand crawling up your spine while the other points the gun to the ground. You just hate the way your name rolls off his tongue, unfamiliar in his voice. What does he want with you?
"I won't harm you. I just want you to point out the bastards who attacked me."
~~~~
In that situation, you had no idea what to do. It was their life, or yours. You spent what felt like hours convincing Peter that they weren’t there as their pleading eyes begged to keep them safe, but Peter had figured it out for himself after a total rampage of the classroom. There were only two of the four of those boys in your class at that moment. Perhaps if they hadn't been in your English class they would still be alive.
But unfortunately that wasn't the case.
From that class alone, 3 died and 5 were fatally injured. Peter thankfully spared the lives of the others to continue the search of the two remaining boys from that night. Of course, he took you with him as a hostage for leverage and protection. Every part of Peter was raw. For the first time you were able to see his true self, seeing beneath the silent facade he had hidden behind for so long. You wish you hadn't.
The whole thing seemed like a nightmare you wanted to wake up from. The memories are drilled into you now: the blood splattered across the walls, lifeless bodies lying there for everyone to see the damage that had been caused. That will never leave you.
~~~~
"Peter," you whimper, clinging on to the newly discovered shrapnel wounds on your arm. He turns but he doesn't stop walking. "Why are you doing this?"
That stops him. He eases the pressure from around your arm just slightly. His presence becomes threatening, the distance between you narrows and you're now staring into the face of a cold-blooded killer. Words pass his lips in a cool manner that is strikingly discomforting, especially coming from someone who has just massacred a school. There's only one thing audible in these narrow corridors; your throbbing pulse, drowning out any exterior noise.
"I won't harm you," he repeats, however you still fear that you can't take his word for it. His hand snakes up towards your face and catches your jawline in between his fingers and his thumb, forcing you to look at him. He's always tried to avoid all eye contact, but now that he's surrendered himself to his emotions it's the only thing he's after. "I have been putting up with their shit for long enough. I have been in this silence for long enough. I have waited long enough. If it's a reaction everyone is wanting, then here it is," he spits through gritted teeth. Peter overshadows you with his authority, his presence looming over your fear and manipulating it. You have no other choice but to submit yourself to be a vital part in his vengeance.
You both travel further deeper into the heart of the school. The number of people that still remain inside is unknown but presuming that most people haven’t made their escape, Peter leads you to the classroom where the other two boys should be. Before Peter breaches and parades in, he turns and gives you one last slice of insight.
"You know why I finished the work so quickly?" he asks but you don't respond. "So I could spend my time planning this. It was going to happen on graduation, but after what they did to me I couldn't wait any longer." His malicious chuckle makes you quiver.
"Peter, y-you're only j-just going to spend the r-rest of your days in p-prison."
"Then so be it."
~~~~
A further 6 people died and another 20 were injured. True to his word, Peter got the revenge he was craving. Everyone who hurt him, everyone who pestered him and treated him like he was nothing paid the consequences that Peter had set out for them. In amongst the tragic deaths and the numerous injuries, you were spared. As thankful as you may be, you are just as equally guilty. You should've been on that list of deaths, you should've been suffering like the others did. After all, you were his only hostage. But you survived with as little as a couple of shrapnel injuries to recover from.
Once Peter had achieved his objective, he was just having fun. He didn't need you anymore but yet he still dragged you everywhere like a dog on a leash. If the leash was a gun. Peter made you watch him continue his killing spree and you remember counting up the number of lives he had taken. Ten, eleven, twelve...
With each life he took, you grew a certain abhorrence towards yourself because you didn't prevent it. The signs were there, clear as day. Quiet, restricted, invisible. The victim of harassment and bullying. Smart. Cunning. Psychologically obscure. Carrying heavy loads. These weren't the symptoms of a typical Peter. These were the symptoms of a typical terrorist. He was given the perfect ammunition, all he had to do with flick the switch and like that he became a murderer.
~~~~
"Please, Peter, stop this-"
"No."
"I want to leave-"
"No."
"Why?! Why me?! Why am I different from everyone else?"
"Because you cared!" His loud voice resonates around the perimeter of the deserted canteen. You cautiously follow his movements as he perches himself upon the lunch tables, swinging his gun around as if it was nothing more than a mere toy. He stands proudly upon his podium once again unleashing his very dangerous emotions that have no sense of direction. Standing very defensively in the corner of the canteen with beads of sweat trickling down your spine, you can feel Peter's eyes burn holes through your body like it's your 6th sense. You're muttering something about wanting to leave, but tears don't help with articulation.
"Think of it this way then," he jumps off the table, striding towards you with a dubious expression donning his face. You don't feel yourself breathing, but you know there's oxygen flooding your lungs. Your gut clenches, fingernails dig deep into your palms when he firmly presses the muzzle of the gun against the side of your head. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just shoot you right now."
He's right. You did care. Much more than anyone else did. That's what kept you alive.
~~~~
When Peter pressed that gun against your head, you had never felt closer to death. Oxygen didn't pass through your lungs and even though it was only for a couple of seconds, it felt like a lifetime. You were stuck in a state of fear and anticipation, and you're certain Peter was too. Even he couldn't predict his next actions.
His time as a murderer was short lived. The relief that had washed over you when the police had barged through the doors to your rescue was indescribable. You knew from then on that maybe, your life was still waiting to be lived. Peter, on the other hand, had destroyed his. Guaranteed.
You could never forget how Peter lit up like a Christmas tree with the amount of red dots that smothered him head to toe. The canteen was soon flooded with angry yells and authoritative demands to drop his weapon, but with his eyes fixated on yours he chose to ignore them.
Whatever strategy Peter adopted that made it easy for him to conceal his emotions before, it didn't help him then. Looking into his glassy eyes when he finally accepted his fate, all you could see was nothing but sheer despair and defeat outlined by the tears threatening to fall. He was human. He was alive with emotions. He just didn't know how to use them. Once they were out, they were outwith his control.
It looked like it was all over. Your future was secured and you were able to live another day now that the police force had him surrounded.
But you were wrong. It wasn't over yet.
Until they officially intervened, both of you were locked in that position nobody would ever dream of being in. Evident in Peter's hazel eyes, you recognised that knowing look of deviance. It took you less than a split second to realise that Peter still had something up his sleeve. A conversation was held but there were no words shared between you; the feeling was mutual. You both knew what was going to happen. He still had one more battle to fight, he still had one more life to take.
"I'm sorry."
He whispered his last words to you before he took the gun, held it up towards his head and pulled the trigger, adding another name onto the list of the deceased.
Peter Parker and 12 others died that day. And you, along the hundreds of others, were traumatised and scarred by his actions. So much so that you remember that day like it was yesterday, the memories still fresh in your mind even years after it happened. Other schools, teachers, friends, family couldn't imagine the pain and horror that will forever be a part of you, none of them could ever know what it was like.
Because none of them will ever know someone quite like Peter.
489 notes · View notes
just-antithings · 7 months
Note
Just anti things: a few months ago, anti in a fandom where the main pairing is teacher x student AND has multiple graphic scenes where the student rapes and tortures the teacher (it's mostly dubcon though) complained about role reversal fics (the teacher becomes the student, and vice versa) because that would be grooming. Dude. Read the room.
effervescent
Tumblr media
42 notes · View notes
sourwolf-sterek32 · 2 years
Text
10 Things I Hate About You
Summary: Jason Carver cannot date Chrissy until her anti-social sister, Y/N, has a boyfriend. So, Jason pays Eddie Munson to charm her.
Or
Basically an Eddie Munson fic based on the movie 10 Things I Hate About You that nobody asked for.
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 3.3k
Warnings: language
Previous Chapter
Chapter 5-
Tumblr media
You took your usual seat in English class and pulled out the latest book you were reading while the rest of the students slowly started to trickle inside.
"Bad luck boys, her shirt isn't see-through anymore." One of the guys shouted as a group of jocks walked into the room.
You didn't give them the satisfaction of replying, instead you kept your head down while you continued to read, waiting for the teacher to show up and start the class.
"Y/N, babe, what do we owe you for the table dance?" Jason's voice suddenly called out as he appeared beside your desk.
"Suck my dick, Carver." You snapped, still not looking up from the book.
"Cool it, girl. At least you've covered your back, those scars are not flattering."
You bit your tongue, knowing that if you said anything it would be bad and the last thing you wanted was to get detention and give your mother another reason to be angry.
"Good morning class. How was everybody's weekends?" Ms. O'Donnell asked as she walked into the room.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe we should ask Y/N." Jason replied causing the class to all laugh.
"Easy, Jason." Eddie's voice suddenly warned and you glanced over your shoulder to find him walking into the room, glaring at the man still hovering by your desk. "Just because she drank you under the table doesn't mean you have to be a dick about it."
The class all laughed again causing Jason to huff in annoyance before taking his usual seat behind you and you quickly turned back to the front of class, not wanting to see Eddie, despite feeling his eyes watching you.
The rest of English went by with limited shit talking from Jason and his goons and before long it was lunch. You found yourself sitting at you usual table at the far end of the cafeteria munching on your food while reading a book.
"Hey."
You looked up to find Robin Buckley sitting down opposite you with her tray of food and a bright smile.
"Uh, hey." You replied, putting your book down and looking at her in confusion. "Umm, are you lost?"
"Me? Oh, no. I just came to say hi and see how you were doing after the, uh, the incident at the party."
Now you were even more confused. Why did Robin care? She didn't even know you and you were pretty sure this was the first interaction the two of you have ever had, hell, you didn't even realise she was at the party Friday night.
"I'm fine. You can go back to your friends now." You brushed off, reaching for your book again before she continued to talk.
"I want to believe that. I really do, but I know that's a lie. I mean, I don't blame you, that was a shitty situation with the drink and white shirt and I heard the comments Jason and the other bozos were saying in English earlier. But, um, if you ever need a friend or want someone to talk to our table is always open, we're right over there." She said, pointing across the room.
You followed her line of sight to find the table of Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers all chatting away and eating together before you looked back at Robin.
"Thanks, but seriously, I'm fine."
Robin nodded, but didn't say anything for a minute like she was debating whether to get up and leave or continue talking. You were hoping for the first option, but then she started to talk again.
"I was surprised to see you at Steve's party. Didn't think it was your scene."
You shrugged your shoulders, "I didn't have a choice. I was doing Chrissy a favour... and it kind of backfired."
"Backfired?"
"I got stupidly drunk. I puked and I got rejected. It was an eventful night."
"Ouch, that blows." Robin responded, looking at you sadly and you nodded.
"Hey, Y/N, can we talk?" Eddie's voice suddenly asked and you looked up to find him walking towards you.
Great, your day just kept getting better and better.
"We have nothing to talk about." You responded, shoving your book into your backpack before walking off, leaving your food and a very confused Robin at the table.
-
"What was that about?" Robin asked, watching Y/N walk off before turning back to Eddie.
He sighed, "I didn't do anything. She would've been too drunk to remember."
Robin stood up from the table, collecting her tray of food in one hand before patting his shoulder with the other, "she thinks you rejected her, dingus. Just apologise to her and-"
"How do I apologise to her when she won't even look at me?" He asked, cutting her off.
Robin just shrugged her shoulders, "I'm sure you'll figure something out."
With that, she started to walk off back to her usual lunch table and Eddie sighed. That was really no help at all.
He spent the rest of the day trying to figure out how to apologise to her. He thought he was doing the right thing, he didn't want to take advantage of her when she was drunk. But, he didn't realise that his actions would make her think that he had rejected her. God, he was such an idiot.
He began to make his way across the cafeteria to where the other members of Hellfire were sitting at their usual table before Jason Carver suddenly stepped in front of him, holding out a bundle of cash.
"I need you to take Y/N to prom." He whispered, handing him the money. "This should take care of the flowers, the limo, the lux, everything, Just make sure she gets to the prom."
Eddie looked down at the money, not surprised to find a couple hundred dollars worth of notes in his hand. This would literally pay for Uncle Wayne's gas and electricity bill, but Eddie shook his head and handed it back to Jason.
"Do you know what? I'm sick of playing your little game."
Jason glared at him, but pulled out more money from his wallet and held it out.
"You sick of, let's say, 300?"
Eddie hated himself for it, but he took the money without a word causing Jason to smirk happily before he walked off. The money burned in his hand and he shoved the notes aggressively into the pocket of his jeans before storming off, straight past the Hellfire Club who all called out to him in confusion, but Eddie needed some air and a smoke to calm himself down.
Once the bell rang signalling the end of class, he tried to track Y/N down, but by the time he reached the carpark, he saw the tail lights of the Dodge Challenger speeding off out the gate.
He ended up driving up and down the main streets of Hawkins like a creep until he spotted the Challenger parked out in front of the music studio of all places. He stopped the van on the side of the road, looking through the front glass window of the store, instantly spotting Y/N inside admiring the guitars hanging on the wall.
She ended up grabbing an ice blue guitar off the mounts before sitting down and plucking at the strings. He found himself smiling as he watched her, not realising that she knew how to play before she stood back up and hung the instrument back on the wall and started making her way out the store.
Eddie quickly ducked down behind the dash of the van, not wanting to seem like a total stalker for watching her, even though that was exactly what he had been doing.
To his relief, Y/N didn't notice him as she walked further down the street before ducking into the town library and he knew this was his chance to try and talk to her.
It was the first and last time he would ever willingly walk into the library. It wasn't that he didn't like reading, he actually thoroughly enjoyed it, when it was the right book, but the town library was always full of old women who tended to judge him like a book cover by the way he dressed and made him feel unwelcome.
He had actually sent Uncle Wayne into the library last time he wanted a new book. His uncle didn't want to at first, also hating the old women inside, but eventually went and returned with the entire Lord of the Rings series of novels as an early birthday present.
Eddie could feel the looks the old lady behind the reception desk was giving him, but he ignored her and began to search up and down every aisle until he finally found Y/N browsing one of the shelves.
"Excuse me, have you see the Feminine Mystique? I 've lost my copy." He said by a way of announcing his presence.
Y/N sighed heavily and turned to face him with a pissed off expression plastered over her face.
"What are you doing here?" She asked bluntly.
"I heard there was a poetry reading." He joked, immediately regretting his words when she somehow looked even more pissed off.
"You're so-"
"Charming?" He said, cutting her off because he never knew when to shut his damn mouth as he watched Y/N walk away. "Wholesome?" He continued.
"Unwelcome." She shot back, turning around to face him.
He should apologise to her now. There was no need to keep this up. She was a spitfire and was baiting him into this, he should be the bigger person and just stop and apologise, but he couldn't help it.
"You're not as mean as you think you are, you know that?" He ended up saying instead as he walked back over to her.
She raised her eyebrows, giving him a levelled look and if he didn't know her any better, he would've thought he was about to get punched. No wonder most the kids at school thought she was scary. That look could seriously kill someone.
"And you're not as badass as you think you are." She said before shoving a book into his chest, snapping him out of his thoughts as she pushed past him and out the door.
Well, that could have went a whole lot better.
Eddie sighed, looking down at the book he was holding to his chest and started to laugh when he realised it was Feminine Mystique.
-
As suspected, Y/N was still avoiding him like the plague at school and as the days past, he was starting to run out of ideas on how to make it up to her.
"Eddie, dude, you're not even listening." Gareth said, snapping his fingers in front of his face from where he was sitting at the cafeteria table beside him. "What is going on with you lately?"
"Nothing. Nothing." He insisted, rubbing his face with his hands.
"This got anything to do with that new chick?" Jeff asked.
Eddie groaned into his hands, hating that his friends knew him too well.
"Seriously, what happened between you guys? Wait, did you fuck her?" Grant questioned with wide eyes.
"Dude." Gareth said, whacking Grants shoulder.
"I think the problem is that I didn't fuck her?" He answered, but it was more of a question than anything causing his friends to look at him in confusion before he elaborated. "She was drunk at the party and tried to kiss me, I pulled away and then left... now that I'm saying it out loud, it sounds shitty. But, I just didn't want to take advantage over her when she was drunk."
"So, she thinks you like rejected her or something and now she's pissed at you?" Jeff asked and Eddie nodded, snatching his juice and taking a drink. "Since when did you like her anyway? I'm in her Biology class and she's got an attitude, man. Plus, she's kinda mean and have you heard the rumours about her back being covered in scars? People are guessing what caused it, my bets on a car accident. She's always speeding in that stupid car and-"
"Don't talk about her like that." Eddie said, not letting him finish.
He hated that the rumour about her scars was getting around school. She didn't want anyone to know about it, he knew that without her having to say anything. Her reaction when it all happened was enough of an indication, let alone the fact that she was definitely crying in the bathroom when he gave her his jacket... shit, she still had his leather jacket. Oh, he was so never getting that back.
"Sorry, dude. But, what do you see in her? I get she's Chrissy's sister, but she is definitely not like Chrissy." Grant continued to say.
Eddie shrugged his shoulders, "she's just different, you know? She doesn't take anyone's shit and stands up for herself. She's the only chick in this stupid town that has a decent taste in music and when she's not in public, she can be sweet and kinda funny. She's warm and she's- and she's caring and she's selfless and it's real."
"Oh my god. You're in love with her." Gareth said in realisation.
"Nope. Nope. Nope." He quickly said, shaking his head in denial because he couldn't be in love with her. He had only known her for a couple of weeks, he couldn't be in love with her. "I'm not. I'm not... I just... I like her. That's it. But, i don't know how to make it up to her after what I did."
None of his friends said anything for a few seconds as they stared at him, clearly not expecting him to say all of that before Jeff finally broke the silence.
"Well, you clearly embarrassed her. Maybe sacrifice yourself on the alter of dignity and even the score."
He opened his mouth to ask what he could possibly do to embarrass himself enough to even the score and get her to accept his apology, when suddenly an idea suddenly hit him.
"Hey, Harrington!" Eddie shouted, leaning back in his chair just as the other guy walked past with his tray of food.
"Yeah? What's up?" Steve asked, stopping in his tracks and looking over at him.
"You're friend, Robin. She's in band, right?"
Steve frowned a little, but nodded. "Yeah, why?"
"I'm gonna need to ask her for a favour."
-
The gym teacher decided today was the perfect day to play girls verses boys basketball and you were hating every second of it. The guys all thought they were top shit by showing off, but even the popular girls who were their friends seemed to be getting annoyed with them.
But, there was only like 10 minutes before the bell and then you could go home for the weekend and not see these assholes for two whole days. There was light at the end of this shitty basketball filled tunnel.
Billy Hargrove just scored another goal. It was now 23-2. How you girls even managed to score 2 points was beyond you. It wasn't even that you girls were bad, it was just that your gym class was filled with most the schools basketball team, so it was an highly unfair match to begin with.
The school band were setting up their gear across the gym while you continued to play. They must have practice after school or something because you were pretty sure Music class mainly took place the music class room.
Steve Harrington now had the ball and was dribbling it down the court. A few of your teammates tried to get it off him, but Steve easily side stepped them until you blocked his path.
"What's Nancy doing here?" You asked, pretending to look over his shoulder.
Steve frowned in confusion, "Nance is here?" He said, following your line of sight, giving you a chance to grab the ball from him.
Within a blink of an eye, the ball was in your hands and Steve yelped in surprise, but there was nothing he could do before you passed it to one your teammates who threw it at the backboard and the ball fell through the hoop.
"Focus, Harrington!" Billy shouted from across the court.
Steve sighed, giving you an annoyed look, but there was no heat behind it and you opened your mouth to say something sarcastic before a voice suddenly started to sing through the gyms speakers.
"you're just too good to be true can't take my eyes off of you you'd be like heaven to touch I wanna hold you so much."
You whipped your head around so quickly, instantly recognising that voice just as Eddie walked into the gym with a cordless microphone, his eyes instantly finding you as he continued to sing.
"at long last love has arrived and I thank God I'm alive you're just too good to be true can't take my eyes off of you."
He pointed at you as the sang the last few words before the band across the gym suddenly started to play to the tune of the beat. Robin gave you a wink as she played her trumpet and your jaw dropped.
You covered your mouth with your hands in shock, unable to believe what was happening while Eddie continued to sing.
"I love you, baby and if it's quite alright I need you, baby to warm the lonely night I love you, baby trust in me when I say'
Eddie leant against the wall with one hand, his eyes never leaving yours before he suddenly pushed himself off the wall and jumped up onto the bleachers.
He started to prance along to the bands music making a quite a sarcastic show of it causing you to laugh before he bought the microphone back to his lips and sung;
'oh, pretty baby don't bring me down, I pray oh, pretty baby now that I found you stay and let me love you, baby let me love youuuuuuuu'
He dragged out the last word with a bright smile as he finished the verse before the entire gym class, including yourself started to clap and cheer.
The cheering was short lived though because your gym teacher looked absolutely livid, his hands on his hips as he glared at Eddie.
"Mr. Munson, get out of this gym, right now. I have an important lesson to teach!" Mr. Daniels shouted.
Eddie nodded at the teacher, switching the microphone in his hand off before he caught your eye across the room and you gave him a small smile which he returned before he walked out the gym.
"Okay, now back to-" Mr. Daniels started to say before the school bell rang and you all rushed off the court and into the lockers, ready to grab your stuff and go home.
You hurriedly collected your school bag before rushing out the building in hopes of finding Eddie before he left and to your relief his van was still in the carpark.
Detouring via the Challenger, you threw your backpack inside before walking over to Eddie's van and leaning against the side of it, waiting for him to come out, but as the minutes ticked by, the carpark began to get less and less full and you began to wonder were Eddie was.
You waited a few more minutes before giving up and walking back towards the school to try and find him when you spotted Steve Harrington talking with a bunch of Middle School kids by the bike rack.
"Hey, Steve?" You called out, jogging over to him.
The kids all stared at you in confusion, probably wondering who the fuck you were. Which was fine, because you were kinda wondering who the fuck they were too and why Steve Harrington was talking to a bunch of kids, but you decided it wasn't any of your business.
"Everything okay?" He asked, turning towards you.
"I think so, but have you seen Eddie? I was waiting for him, but he hasn't shown up."
"Oh, you didn't know? He got detention for that little performance earlier."
"What?" You asked in shock, he got detention for something that he did for you? That wasn't fair.
"He knew what he was getting into." Steve said as if he could read your mind. "When he approached me about the idea, I warned him, but he insisted that it would be worth it."
"Wait, you were in on it?"
"Well, yeah, why else did you think I convinced the guys to talk the teacher into playing basketball in the gym instead of hockey outside like Mr. Daniels originally planned to do?"
You didn't say anything for a few seconds as you processed all that information. The kids Steve had been talking to awkwardly left on their bikes and road off down the street before you found your voice again.
"I can't believe Eddie put so much effort into something like that for me." You whispered in utter shock.
Steve smiled, "despite what a lot of people say and think about him, Eddie is actually a good guy. You should give him a chance, he really likes you."
-
Next Chapter 
179 notes · View notes
shadowofroses · 1 year
Text
Untitled Itsukai Idea ch 1
Demon Slayer
Pairing: Reader x ???
Chapter 2
Warnings: Itsukai, found by Douma, brought to Muzan, somehow related to Muzan takes on the name of "Muzan's Daughter" , Psychology student, Cannibalism, Reader is a Marechi, Dream of Rengoku, Mention of "Spicy" Dreams, Demons naturally know all languages
English normal Text
Japanese text
Partially on Ao3
Story:
You rushed home, nothing that you had important to do in any case. You were just tired of your nine to five job at the convenience store.  You changed into a pair of star themed pajamas and a Pokemon t-shirt with snorlax on it. You were applying for a second job so you could earn enough to go through another semester at college. A Psychology degree was one of the most expensive you could go with, but the the pay out you were hoping would be worth more than what you would put in. 
However you were taking free courses online, and one of them was a Psychological Essay on diagnosing a fake character in a media. You took this as your time to be a dork and decided to write an essay on Douma and what you assumed was Anti-Social Personality Disorder. Most likely not the case, but for that particular paper, it sounded good at the time. You just had to make it believable then again, it was a free course, not like the paper would actually be graded. 
Why were you wasting your time on this again? Oh right, to keep the mind sharp. 
You rewatched a video on youtube in regards of the Life of Douma, and got to work. Following the video up with Akaza’s Epic version of his theme song on repeat. It was your current song fixation, and you had a hard time varying from it this week.
It wasn’t long that you continued with the essay. It was five pages and it was only based on Douma’s childhood so far. 
You looked up at the clock, it was 3 am. You yawned with exhaustion finally kicking in. Sleep overtook you fast. 
You dreamt that you were in high school all over again. Normally, your dream self would panic thinking you were about to miss a class, or that you were late for transportation. 
Upon seeing a head of Firey blond hair in front of your classroom you blinked realizing you were dreaming. Looking around the classroom you saw a world map, and multitude of historical figures. 
You were dreaming that Rengoku was your history teacher? Fuck if that was the case he would have inspired you to be a historian ages ago. “I’m spending too much time on Demon Slayer music and fanfictions…and that Essay…”
“SPEAKING OF ESSAYS!” Rengoku’s voice boomed out, “There is one due Monday in regards of the ban of Sword carrying, how people got around the law, and Ronin that went against the law!” 
Oh yeah, if this man was your history teacher in High School, you would have been a historian, with the way he excitedly talked about it, you were excited to write it. You however blinked. Wait this is a dream? I can take this into whatever direction I want!
It wasn’t often that you caught yourself Lucid Dreaming. You stood up from your desk, causing Rengoku to call out your name, “What are you doing?”
You paused, unsure of how or if to answer. The two of you were adults, it was a dream, you could make it spicy, but you never had a dream that actually finished that was Spicy in content.  Rengoku called out your name again sounding confused, and you smiled, “weren’t you teaching us the fineness of swordsmanship sir?”
The scene changed and Rengoku blinked at that, now it was just you and him outside of his family home, the both of you in period clothing, and bokkens in your hands. “YES! I was! Now What I want you to do is five hundred sword lunges in perfect form.”
Your face fell as you came to the realization that Rengoku was training you. All his Tsugoku’s ran off with the exception of Kanroji due to rigorous training. You were a downright moron. Then again it was a dream? You weren’t going to feel it in the morning. 
As you continued your lunges, “Rengoku-Sama, have you ever trained while on clouds?”
Rengoku blinked again, as the two of you randomly were in the sky training on clouds. “Nope, but I am now! This is amazing although frightening!” He started to laugh boisterously as you continued with finishing up your lunges. “Alright! Great job! Be Careful with your step! We’re going to work on the first form of Flame Breathing. Rising Scorching Sun!”
You froze in place, Flame Breathing on a cloud? Would that make it evaporate?  “I thought you only taught Tsugokus how to do Flame Breathing, I assumed, this was just training Rengoku-sama…”
Rengoku said your name, “but you are my Tsugoku! Now watchout! RISING SCORCHING SUN!” He pushed you out of the way of a Pterodactyl and sliced its head off. Your fear of the attack evaporating the cloud was valid, as the cloud fell apart and you started to fall back to the earth, with a sickening feeling in your chest and stomach. 
You sat forward scared shitless, feeling like you actually fell. Your head hurt and it was dark around you. You went to grab at your sheets, only to grab grass. You blinked, That’s not right… 
You finally started to take in your surroundings. This was not your bedroom, this was a forest. Fuck I’m still dreaming arn’t I? Okay, come on brain, take me to a lake or something so I can go swimming. 
Nothing happened. You closed your eyes, thinking of your bedroom. Expecting to wake up on your soft bed, plush pillow. Opening your eyes this time finding someone walking towards you. As they came closer, you noticed the blondish white hair, and you couldn’t pin down the colors of the eyes, as there were multiple colors shining. Like a rainbow. You heard something spoken in Japanese, and you started shuffling backwards “Oh no no no no no. I was having a nice dream and now it’s Douma, fuck I need to take a break from anime. Come on, wake up.”
The man paused upon hearing his name and tilted his head. You felt yourself backing up into a tree, and you slapped your face. He said something again, and you just cried out, “I DON’T WANT TO BE EATEN! WAAAAA” 
His smile this time fell, however he tilted his head the other way as if in thought. “English? Are you Foreign?” You froze looking up at him, giving him the clue that he was right. “Curious…You’re scared? Why?” He paused, placing a finger to his chin. “You obviously know me, you said my name…something about a dream and being eaten? Am I correct?”
You nodded, “Ye-yes….” You squeaked out. 
“Oh Dear me, rest assured, I don’t eat people.” He smiled tilting his head as he lied, “What is your name since you know mine.” You muttered your name trying to scoot more into the tree. “That’s a pretty name.” Douma reached out a hand, to help you up. “Come on, no reason to be afraid.”
You gulped, muttering to yourself, “Why couldn’t I have had a nightmare with Akaza or something…”
Douma froze, coming to a realization. “You know Akaza? You’re not dreaming Little Dove. You’re coming with me.” One second you were on the ground, the next you were over his shoulder causing you to yelp. 
“Shit shit shit, WAKE UP!” You screamed at yourself. 
Douma hummed, “Again~ you’re not dreaming. But if you’re going to continue screaming, I’m going to have to knock you out Dove.” 
However you couldn’t comprehend how this wasn’t a dream. How were you not sleeping, why wouldn’t you wake up? Did you lose control of your lucid dreaming?
With your continued panic, you blacked out from a hit to the neck. 
“This better be worth my time Douma, or I’m fucking knocking your head off.” You heard someone talk in Japanese, the only thing you made out was Douma’s name. 
Fuck, this was a hell of a long dream. A Painful one at that. You sat up rubbing the back of your neck. You opened your eyes glancing around, you were on a very plush and comfortable futon, however your feet and hands were tied up. You struggled against the ropes before you came to a realization, that this wasn’t a dream. This was real. 
“Akaza-Dono, I found a Foreign woman that knew my name and said your name. What else was I supposed to do?” The door that was opened a crack, opened up the rest of the way. You yelped trying to scoot back into the bed. “Oh good! You’re awake! I brought company, hope you don’t mind!” Douma said in English, almost beaming. 
Akaza walked in behind him and stared at you, “Who the fuck is this?” He said in English as well. 
Douma said your name, “I found her in the forest just outside of here. It was quite curious with her clothes and language. Saying something like “Why couldn’t I have dreamt of Akaza.’”
“Can’t blame her for preferring me over you.” Azaka kept an emotionless face. “Did I kill your father or brother or something?” Douma slightly pouted, not understanding why you would prefer Akaza over him. You shook your head to Akaza’s question. “Alright, better question. How the fuck do you know my name?” He questioned getting up in your face. 
Oh shit. Oh fuck. You bit your lip holding back asking them not to hand you over to Muzan. You didn’t need to dig a deeper hole. “I…I…” 
Akaza’s stare was unrelenting. “You…Spit it out. If you keep stuttering I’ll cut off a finger.”
You for some reason deadpanned, “You don’t attack women.”
Douma blinked, “she’s right, that was an empty threat.”
Akaza growled, swinging his hand out to punch Douma in the face.“SHUT UP.” You whimpered seeing Douma’s face caved in. Akaza grabbed you by the collar of your pokemon shirt, “How the fuck do you know that?! Who are you?!”
You closed your eyes, turning away from his tattooed face. You stated your name, “I’m twenty, I am from the year 2022, I study Psychology in college…”
Douma blinked again, “2022? It’s 1908…”
Akaza forced you to look him in the eyes. “Bull shit.”
You shook your head, “IT’S THE TRUTH! There is this manga, and show called Demon Slayer, and you two are characters in it! I was writing an Essay on Douma and the possibility of him having antisocial personality disorder for a class. Douma walked in on his parents murder suicide and commented on how they left a mess and wasn’t emotionally scarred and has a Cult. You don’t kill women, you fight for the thrill and the challenge of it, and killed Rengoku!”
Both demons froze. “Who is Rengoku?” Akaza questioned. 
Your eyes widened. Oh shit, either this was before the main story, or during and Mugen Train hadn’t happened yet…. “A…Hashira… from the show.” You quietly said. You looked to Douma trying to get an idea of when it was. “Who was the last Hashira you killed?” 
Douma tilted his head, “A Pretty female, Flower Breathing a few years back.”
“Kanae Kocho.”
“YES! Her!” 
Akaza frowned. “We should take her to Master Muzan…” 
Douma looked at him with wide eyes, “You think so?” 
Your eyes widened in horror. “PLEASE DON’T I WOULD LIKE TO LIVE!”
“You are from the supposed future, you know all about us…” Akaza stood up straight as you panicked. 
“Only Douma because I was writing the essay on him!” You lied. 
“Then why are you afraid of Master Muzan?” Douma questioned almost innocently. 
“You are both referring to him as Master, so that assumes he is above you in rank.” You gulped out your second lie. 
Fuck fuck fuck you were screwed. 
So Screwed if they find out you’re lying. 
“I…I promise I won’t say a thing. Let me stay in the cult here, and I’ll do anything.I’ll even act like everything is normal and that Douma doesn’t eat his followers to obtain their so-called Paradise, just please don’t take me to him…”
You didn’t even see Akaza’s hand move. But you felt a pain in your neck as you blacked out. 
~~~~~
You groaned, hearing voices again strictly in English. “You’re telling me this human girl is from the future…and knows about us?” You really needed to learn when to keep your mouth shut.
Douma hummed, “Well, she knows all about me, begged me to let her stay in my cult and she would ignore that I would eat followers if I didn’t bring her to you.”
Akaza crossed his arms, “She knew Douma killed a Flower Hashira, and that I didn’t kill women. Knew both of our names, and was frightened when I brought you up. She claims she only knows details about Douma. And her clothes are weird…”
“I see…” 
Douma bent down over you, “Wakey wakey Little Dove~” He went to tap your cheeks. 
Your eyes fluttered open recognizing Douma and the wooden staircases around you. Muzan’s headquarters, mansion or whatever it was. “Dream?” You whined as Douma gave you a smile. 
“We’ve been over this, you aren’t dreaming!~” he tilted his head in thought, “However I’m sure Enmu could help you with that.” Akaza grabbed you by your armpits and stood you up to face Muzan. 
You gulped almost falling back to your knees out of fear, “I…I…should I be bowing?” You questioned recalling the Lower Moon meeting in the anime with everyone being forced into a very low bow. 
The tall man glared down at you, “You are a guest, you don’t need to bow…yet.” His pinkish red eyes were extremely unnerving. “You two may leave.” Your eyes widened in fear, as the two demons disappeared at the sound of the Bewa. “Douma and Akaza filled me in on everything the three of you talked about. I only have one question, and I expect it to be answered.” He said glancing over your form taking in your outfit. “Blue Spider Lilies, where are they?”
You deadpanned. Of course, out of everything he would be fixated on that. But this was an anime, did he think you were from the future in general? Could you use it to your advantage? “I’ve never seen a Blue Spider Lily outside of Mythology books.” You noticed his glare sharpen, “I’m telling the truth! All I know about them is that they only bloom a few times during the year, and only in direct sunlight!   But I am unaware of their location. ” You lowered yourself into a bow this time hoping to make yourself small and believable. “Uh…SANZU RIVER! Maybe River Styx If I remember mythology correctly. I would assume somewhere around death.”
“Both of those Rivers are fictional.”
You wanted to scream that he was fictional. 
However, if you were really Itsukaied into the Demon Slayer Universe, you couldn’t afford to have a death wish. “To be fair, a lot of people think Demons are Fictional as well. Even from my time.” 
Muzan hummed at that. “I want you to tell me everything you know about Demons, us. Me.”
You kept your head down remembering Enmu with the Lower Moon meeting again.“I don’t know much about you all, I just knew a lot about Douma due to a research paper for a Psychology class.” Come on, weave a truth in with a lie. Don’t let on about Tanjiro. “Akaza kills a Flame Hashira, after Enmu is killed by him. And Before that you get rid of the Lower Moons with the exception of Enmu, and give him more blood. That is the only thing I know of. I know you were human once, and was sick, and eventually made yourself a demon to live longer, however now you’re looking for blue spider lilies to conquer the sun. But you’re having a hard time doing so.”
Muzan could feel the fear rolling off of you, in fact it was rather intoxicating. Intoxicating? He raised a hand down to your face, to pull you into a standing position, gently, before cutting your cheek, a stinging sensation hitting your face. His nostrils flared, “Marechi…”
FUCK NO, I’M A MARECHI!?
Muzan licked his thumbnail, humming at the taste. He felt himself relax a little and his eyes dilated from the taste of your blood. “Delicious, could keep you as a blood bag…but…something wrong with your blood…” You blinked looking at him, all fear disappeared, but worry clouded you. “You’re ill, dying.” Your eyes widened. “I also…taste me.”
All emotion left your face as you looked at him blinking. “What?”
“You are related to me somehow.” Your eyebrows furrowed, mirroring his face. “You won’t live past thirty because of it. Surprisingly you haven’t gone blind yet.”
Wait, you were ill, going to die, and most likely going to go blind. Shit you should have read more into the Manga. Past the Tsuzumi Mansion. More information is always in the manga as opposed to the Anime. 
“I will make you an offer, since you are of my blood. Become a Demon.” His eyes burrowed into yours. “If  not, I’ll just snap your neck and eat you now. Up to you. Be grateful I’m giving you a choice.” 
Your brain rushed a million miles a minute. Illness, blind, dying young. Related to Muzan somehow. Itsukaied into Demon Slayer. Demon or Die quicker. Survive. Survive. Survive. 
“I…I accept.” The words tumbled out didn’t even feel like your own. In fact you were hoping that him turning you into a demon would wake you up from this nightmare.
Muzan gave a smile, as he sliced a finger, “Good girl,” and purred. He squeezed out some blood and placed his finger against the cut on your cheek. “This is just to turn you for now, I intend to give you more blood to make you stronger. No daughter of mine will be weak.”
You frowned at that as you felt woozy, “Da-daughter?” Fire rushing throughout your veins. Feeling as if you were boiling from the inside. Your bones were being shattered and rebuilt. 
“Of course.” He said matter of factly as you passed out again, from the intense agony your body was going through.
Your head pounded. You felt like every cell of yours got ripped apart and built back up like lego bricks, but some bricks were just completely out of place. At the same time they also felt right, as if they were always a part of you.
“Beloved Daughter, you’re finally awake.” You heard someone coo. You felt yourself growl in response, “Oh, don’t worry, I brought you a meal.” 
Meal? You tilted your head, drooling at the thought. “You’re doing so well, almost fully transformed.” 
Almost transformed? Your brow furrowed. What was happening? 
“Here, I’ve brought you a Marechi.” He threw forward a dead body, still slightly warm. You drooled even more, smelling the fresh blood, and launched yourself at the body. Feeding ferociously. Feeling strength flow through you, and at the same time, you couldn’t finish the meal. 
You felt as if you were tired, sluggish. Drugged? High! That’s it! You remembered eating an edible once and feeling like this. You giggled at the feeling, rocking back and forth, you glanced back up at Muzan. Your slowed mind not taking in the threat. 
“I will name you Kibutsuji Rikka, my daughter.” He went to kneel down and placed his hand against your cheek. “Your only desire is to get stronger, and to guarantee my happiness and fulfill my dreams as a devoted daughter.”
You tilted your head up at him, as his words seemed to mold your mind. You looked down at your claws, before reaching into the body and pulling out the heart, offering it to Muzan, “Are you hungry Father?” 
Muzan took in the scent giving you an odd smile, “I’m not hungry, but feed my Daughter. Eat as much as you can, while you can. You need strength.” He pushed your hand back towards you. Watching you as you bit into the heart. “Don’t leave a single bone shard Sweetheart.”
15 notes · View notes
idle-alena · 1 year
Text
Ch 3. A Day In The Life
Pairing: Erwin Smith x Fem!Reader Word count: 2.9 k Summary: First class with Erwin after a year. How much of it did you two remember? Warnings: Drinking and texting... in a google docs. (Also, don't go searching the link)
Full Work // Previous // Next // Read it on AO3
Your hands weren't answering you, telling them to stop meant nothing, you were shaking, dubious of entering the classroom. Sweaty palms, toying with your shoes and looking down on your phone to watch the hour. How do I enter the classroom? Marco was already in there, you stayed outside with the excuse of waiting for Historia to return, but in reality you were just about to shit your pants completely. A crush that lasted a semester went completely unnoticed and erased by your memories, given there were more important affairs happening in your life at the moment, and you didn’t bothered to look the names of the professors you enrolled your classes in, you only took what fitted the hours you had free and rolled with it.
Technically I  still have a whole minute to calm my nerves before entering the class, I can even take one more. You were chewing on the straw of your emptied iced coffee frantically, you practically chugged it down a couple minutes before and now the trash was helping as an anti-stress gadget. Last year’s semester was something else, you were oozing with nerve and attitude, snarky and sarcastic remarks, bordering on impertinence and insolence. You weren’t exactly sure if Erwin was flirting with you, all of his compliments were firmly based around your work, and yet you felt like it meant more. Or at least you wanted to mean them more than just praise from a teacher.
Will he remember me? You adjusted your dress, walking towards the trash can to finally let go of the cup, your hands were sweatier than before and your toes were numb, and so you took a few jumps to revive them. As you turned around, you saw people rushing through the hall, trying to get to their own classes, you looked at them and started to imagine scenarios based on how fast they were moving, an old technique to force your brain into distraction. 
Maybe the ones in a slow pace were 3rd years and up, and the ones rushing the most were freshmen. It didn’t work.
How Erwin must have been at college? 
I bet he was innately good, he didn’t even need to study… 
I didn’t think of him in a whole year, and conveniently I forgot my next class was with him. 
Yeah, sure, I was going through a lot when I met him, but not even at the class registration process did I care to check, now I am sweating my ass here, I can only think about our first encounter. 
Your heart was racing, even more now knowing what he looks like, at least from the back. And it was a nice back. The tattoo, I didn’t even think he would have tattoos, he is always so calm and collected, tattoos seem more of an impulsive choice, unlike him. You put your hand on your chest, focusing on the way your heart beated, in hopes of having some grounding, to stop fantasising.
“Aw, did you wait for me?” a voice took you out of your thoughts, while taking the hand you placed on your chest.
“Historia!” You opened your eyes, surprised at how fast she returned. She was panting.
“You’re too sweet. Come here, or we’ll actually be late for the first class.” She took your hand and guided you across the lingering students in the hallway. She must have run to be here in time, that’s why she was panting and didn't even notice the way your heart was still pouncing. Her hand gave you consolation, she didn’t even notice, but her just by being nice calmed you a bit.
Historia opened the closed classroom door with ease, it made a little crooked noise and some people inside turned their heads to an apologetic Historia –still with her hand holding yours– and a seemingly misplaced you. The classroom was dark with the fluorescents off and the curtains covering the windows, the only light was from the proyector, yet you could still see Marco’s waving hand to signal the empty two seats he saved beside him. As you entered the room, pulled by Historia, your senses dimmed to the point where everything felt like it was passing in slow motion, you didn’t feel your own hand closing the door behind you, your eyes were fixated on the muscular dark figure going through papers on the teacher’s desk.
There he was, the blond with the white button up shirt. He had a pen in his mouth while taking out papers from his suitcase to the desk, the matching blue tie was hanging loosely over the cluster of pages in front of him, the more he tried to find whatever he was looking for, the more evident it made that a tattoo was just below the cuffed part of his shirt. Historia pulled your hand to the front so you could be seated between her and Marco.
“Alright, guess I’ll have to take your word for it. I seem to have lost the attendance list, I don’t normally roll call, only on the first day.” He took a remote from his pocket and proceeded to walk to the center of the class. “As some may tell, these are the new smart classrooms, where I can control anything with this little gadget.” He showed you the remote, it had a few buttons but nobody could actually predict what they were for. “I’m going to be playing with this, so bare with me, I’m trying to make a dramatic entrance.” And with that, he pressed a button that changed the white background on the proyector to, what you could tell, another slide of the presentation, the name of the subject and Erwin’s name was on display.
“Neat.” Marco got close and whispered to you, as an approval.
“Now.” Erwin pressed another button which turned on the lights slowly. Now you could really tell how much of you were in the class, roughly 20 people were seated across this tiny classroom, coincidentally all of them were known for you. But that was what 6 semesters does to you, inevitably you come across everyone in the Class of 2018. “I’m Erwin Smith, your professor this semester.” He quickly scanned the room. “Glad to see some familiar faces.” He smiled towards where you were sitting, turned off the proyector and opened up the blinds with two buttons before letting go of the control by putting it away on his pants, and sitting on the only edge paper free of his desk, still facing you. “I hope you are all familiar with each other as well, because this semester you’ll be constantly working on teams, well, one team. Make them yourself as you see fit, write all your names, emails and signal who will be in your team, in one single sheet please, and pass it to me.” 
“I’ll make it.” Historia quickly pulled out a sheet from her binder and started writing your names, you smiled in gratitude.
Thank God for Historia gritting everything down, cause you couldn’t keep your eyes off Erwin, everyone started gathering and chatting in Historia’s seat as he himself sat down in his seat, neatly arranging the papers he laid in front with one hand while the other loosened up his tie a little bit more. You haven’t seen him in this type of clothing, he was very informal even in the winter semester, though the weather here was black or white, while in winter you came with sweaters and gloves, for the spring, dresses and shorts were perfect. This new light on him looked better, you prefered, and not only because it accentuated how buff he actually was, but because you could see the little bit of ink on his arm that normally would be covered by big sweaters.
As the class went on, he didn’t bother to present us all, which bothered you. You wanted him to notice that you were here for a second time, exclusively you, not Historia or Sasha, who you knew for a fact were with you as well, but he said familiar faces as if there were more. This class and neuro were the ones that most of the time everyone avoided and put off till the last semesters, most of your peers where advanced, so maybe Erwin would have crossed paths in other semesters. Is not like I was his only class.
He presented the syllabus and the way all the team was going to be graded the same, regardless of the individual work and effort you all put. You felt defeated, in your fantasy he would have recognized you immediately and praised the good work you did the semester he had you, how intelligent you were, the will of steel…
“Hey.” Marco snapped you out of it, once again. His voice returned you to reality, as everyone started moving, collecting their stuff and moving onto the next class. Has two hours already passed?  “Do you mind waiting for me? I’ll go to the bathroom real quick before our next class.” Marco was already packed, with his laptop inside his backpack, hanging on one arm. To be honest, you were the only one with the laptop still on the desk, you didn’t even remember when you took it out of your bag.
“Sure, hun.” Marco smiled and left the room, only you were left by the time he left.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. 
Erwin is intimidating, you were completely all alone in the classroom, he looked like he had no intention of leaving the desk, so you assumed he still had a class in here. Were you about to say something? Can you say something? How does one break the ice? 
“It's nice to see you again.” His deep voice made you tremble a bit, you closed your laptop and looked at him, he was smiling, with his arms over the desk, looking directly into you.
“It’s nice to see you too.” You took a moment too long to answer him, your heart was pounding so much you could hear clearly the beats in your ears. And now, watch me transform into my highschool self, a bit more insecure, crushing on a man at least 15 years older than me.
“I heard you took my advice and went onto Hange’s class.” Your hands were shaking while you tried to look effortless, not caring that he was actually trying to have a conversation with you. This was part of your daydream, but now, being here and alone, you just wanted to get out and wait for Marco outside. All of your bones keep screaming run , and yet your lips still were forming sentences you didn’t bother to think of them twice.
“Yeah, thanks, they were so nice, I even took another class with them this semester, maybe after all, neuro is my thing.” You smiled thoughtlessly, the topic was one of your favorites and he always seemed open for a chat. While you had a good relationship with your teachers, Hange and Erwin struck the most, though Hange always went more for a monologue, almost answering themselves by the time the questions in their head reached their voice. It wasn’t complaining, you loved hearing and learning.
“Well, I’m glad you came back to your favorite professors." He smirked, even without glasses you could tell the way his lips rolled, pleased with himself. Does that mean he was referring to himself? I cannot say that he wasn't my favorite, he was my crush the whole semester, but I hope I didn't make it too obvious. "Is that why you came back to me as well?” Damn right, even if I did it unconsciously. But you weren't going to let him know, you tensed your whole body, trying to conceal the agitation his comment did to you, because you were excited to know he recognized you, smug. The fact that he considered himself one of your favorites was just enough cockyness that you'd allow without it becoming stuck-up behaviour, and with that simple comment he reminded you how you fell for him, how he was so magnetic and charming, explaining and tutoring you.
“Who said you were my favorite?” You teased him. Oh no, why tease him now, WHAT ARE YOU THINKING? Think at least twice before saying this stuff. You were trying to flee, throwing things at your purse and as you were nearly at the door. Just one more step and you were out of this conversation. He laughed a bit, taking you by surprise, making you look at him one more time, admiring the perfectly neat hair with a fresh undercut and his perfect posture, scrabbling over some papers.
“See you on Thursday, take care.” Erwin smiled at you, maybe it was a smirk more than a smile, but you could hardly tell by the speed you were going. “I’m looking forward to seeing the work of my favorite student.”
-
The previous semester with Erwin.
-
“Send him something.” Annie laughed with her whole body, almost spilling the champagne on her bed. “Tell him he’s hot.”
“ANNIE! I cannot do that, he’s my professor.” You leaned forward, protecting your laptop before Annie had any ideas of writing something herself.
“But he is hot.” She gulped the entirety of the glass, serving herself another one, and after realizing the two empty bottles, she finally got up. Barely. “Be right back. OH! And you better have sent him something by the time I come back.” She sent you a little kiss with her hands before closing her door on her way out.
A friday afternoon. 
Pre-drinking with Annie with his dad’s alcohol. 
This was normal. 
What wasn’t normal was you being on the Google Docs, already tipsy and forgetting Historia’s message.
The revision is due this Friday, I completely forgot and I’m at my dad’s. She sent, two hours ago.
Everything ok? You sent, already gulping on your second drink.
Yeah
I’ll tell you all about it on Monday
But can you do it?
I sorrrrryyyyy
You just have to correct whatever comments are left
There must be two
Tops
Plsssssssss
You squinted, the alcohol already in your system playing tricks.
Yeah yeah, dont even worry about it
You’re a sweetheart
Muackkkkkkk :*
And now there were only two. You and Erwin online.
Erwin hated unnecessary mails, so he had access to the doc for revisions through the semester, saving a lot of back and forth of versions.
Historia was right at least, there were two comments to be answered, so you thought that drinking and writing wasn’t such a bad idea.
It was.
Oh it was.
what are you doing here? Whoever made the option for chatting on the document was… a genius or a moron, you were yet to decide.
I’m the professor.
If anything I should be the one asking. Erwin answered quickly. Shit.
we kidna forgot
I don’t think you should be telling me…
why ?
I grade you.
aslong as is done by today it suldnt be an issue
If you keep writing like that it would be. 
You do know I’m also grading the use of proper academic lenguaje?
int he chat aswel?
Well,
No.
see? easy peasy
He didn’t answer. So you got back to work. You changed tabs to the article you were revising, completing the last of the paragraf of the Theoretical Work, just trying to reach for the 5 pages requirement.
You’re citing wrong. Erwin’s chat bubble flared up.
What are your sources?
https://bit.ly/3vRuElg You quickly sent.
Yeah, you’re doing it wrong. And immediately afterwards his cursor took over what you were writing, and he himself started correcting it.
can u give me abreik, im learning ok
Oh no.
His words stopped for a moment, as if he was measuring his next move.
I’m helping, ok?
You’ll get a higher score.
funny, yu’ll be de one grading
And that's precisely why you should be listening.
ican’t hear yu
ur pretty farawy
:p
Oh no! Please stop. Your fingers were far faster than your brain.
Just let me help you.
That way you’ll finish faster and get on with whatever party you’re at.
how you know
It doesn’t take a genius. You’re typing pretty sloppy, you’re never like that.
how do yu even know howm like
You do remember I’m the one grading all your assignments?
but not my text mesages
Touché.
He finishes writing the paragraph you had left to do by the time Annie comes back.
“Well… my dad already called the driver, we need to be ready in like… five.” Her zestful attitude changed to her usual chippy. She was so much better at handling her alcohol. “So whatever flirting you were about to do, better make it quick and invite him over or be done with.” She smiled, knowingly.
“I didn’t do shit.” You responded, light-heartedly pouting.
“Yeah right… as if I didn’t notice the big fat smile. I doubt those freudian stuff are as entertaining as the hottie.” You threw her a pillow, which she dodged easily.
I’m going to pretend you didn’t admit to being drunk and grade you as usual.
but ididt admit nothing
and is not office ahours
and am not even on campus
Touché.
A minute passed.
Well you’re done.
Go have fun.
He is so nice.
kisses, tnks
You’re welcome.
:)
You partied and danced all night. But your brain still fixated on the similey.
The smiley.
You forgot all about the “kisses,tnks” tho.
Navigation / Index / Prev: Ch2 / Next: Ch4
10 notes · View notes
the-pastel-kitsune · 2 years
Text
Loverboys
Summary: Anti goes to Homecoming with his friends and asks Jackie out.
Pairings: Jackie x Anti, past Chase x Stacy, past Henrik x Cecily.
This is kind of a rewrite of this post.
___
The sun was just starting to set. Homecoming night had finally arrived, and the freshmen students were getting ready. Anti sat down on his friend Stacy's bed. “I don't know, should I wear a shirt or a dress?” he asked his friends, holding up two pieces of clothing. Henrik, who sat next to him, shrugged.
“Whichever you want,” he replied. “It's not like people are going to care.”
“You'll be fine,” Stacy reassured him, taking the dress from his hands and holding it in front of her. “I was just as nervous as you in freshman year, trust me. Everybody will be too busy dancing to care.”
From behind her, Marvin was turning around and looking at himself in Anti's mirror. The boy had on a royal blue suit jacket, his hair falling to his shoulders in violet curls. “Yeah, they'll be too busy looking at me.” He stroked his mustache, which was just starting to grow in.
Anti smiled, rubbing his arm. “Yeah, whatever. I'll be back in a minute.” Getting up, he took the dress from Stacy's hands and left for her connected bathroom. And a moment later he stepped back out, showing off the flowing dress. It was simple, just a shade of seafoam green, but elegant nonetheless. “So?”
"You look so good!" Marvin exclaimed, hugging him tight. Anti's face warmed up.
“I have a necklace that'll go perfectly with this!” Stacy came forward after a minute, clasping a silver necklace around his neck. A small seashell lay in between his collarbones. “There! What'd you think?”
“It's perfect, thank you.” Anti already had on a pair of black flats, so he was ready. “Is Chase already on the way?”
“Should be!” On cute, a honk came from outside. "That'll be him!”
The four of them rushed outside, where Chase was waiting in a limousine. Anti rolled his eyes and mumbled show off. Stacy giggled and slid into the front seat, carrying the pastel pink frills that dragged behind her. On the other hand, Anti and Marvin got into the backseat. Jameson and Jackie were already seated there, waving at the two and still laughing about a joke Chase had told. Jackie looked strange in his formal suit.
Just behind the limousine pulled in a dinky little black car. The door opened, and Cecily grinned at Henrik. “Get in!” she called. Henrik giggled and strolled to the passenger side door. Suddenly, Jackie tapped him on the shoulder, making him turn back around.
“You look cute,” he whispered. “I got this for you.” Still smiling, he held out a box, which Anti opened. His eyes widened. A silver chain with little heart charms lay on a black pillow.
“Thank you!” he said, leaning closer to the boy. And despite it not going with his outfit, he lay the bracelet out and put it on. Holding it up, he showed it off to the other boys. “You're so sweet.”
Once they arrived back at the school, the group got out and headed towards the front entrance. It was cold and raining by then, because of course it was, but that wouldn't ruin their night. Chase and Stacy posed out front as Marvin took pictures. Cecily began mumbling angrily because of a loose thread on her tuxedo. Henrik offered to snip it off, only for her to take it between her teeth and bite it off.
As soon as they entered, a teacher stopped their group. “Do you have tickets?” she asked, peering over her glasses. The music almost entirely muffled her voice. Stacy rolled her eyes and explained that they'd never gotten tickets, telling the lady to check the list. Each of them shouted their name to her over the song playing, and each one was allowed to enter.
Marvin went straight over to the food table. He'd recognized a teacher over there, he halfheartedly explained, and he broke away. Jameson was already checking his phone. Honestly, Anti didn't know why he came, since he didn't really like parties. But he just sighed, shaking his head at his friend. He probably just wanted to be included.
Jackie grinned as a more explicit song came on. Many students also began to laugh, then cheer. Anti averted his eyes. They had come to this dance as friends, but Anti didn't exactly think of Jackie as just a friend. They joke-flirted, hugged, and sometimes cuddled. He knew that some people did that and didn't romantically date, but that was exactly what he wanted. So he decided to confess to Jackie tonight.
Hopefully he said yes.
For the most part, the night went by in a blur. The Homecoming King and Queen had already been crowned, and each wore their crowns with pride. Anti took pictures of himself and Jackie as well as the others doing stupid shit. A slow dance song came on in the middle of a conversation about magic with Marvin. Jackie held out his hand. “Shall we?”
“We shall,” Anti replied with a wink. God, that was stupid. Jackie was already so tall that Anti could easily lay his head on his chest. So he did just that, laying with his nose against the decorative rose in Jackie's suit pocket. His bright red suit smelled strongly of a musky cologne, which Anti enjoyed. The music barely even registered in his mind. They were just spinning, walking, spinning again…
When the song ended, Anti glanced up at Jackie. “I want some water,” he said, lacing his fingers with Jackie's. “Come on.” And despite Jackie being twice his size and weight, he followed Anti like an obedient dog on a leash. He picked up a water bottle, let go of Jackie to open it, then gulped half of it down in one go. “Want some?”
“Yeah, sure!” Jackie took the bottle and finished it off himself. His face glinted with sweat, making Anti's heart beat faster. This table was far away from the dance floor, meaning that the music was quieter. Anti took a napkin from the table and wiped his face off, then took another for Jackie to use.
“Jackie…” he started. “I have something to-”
“Look, there's a table open!” Jackie exclaimed, and he dragged Anti over. But not before Anti grabbed two more water bottles. He sat down and watched the others make fools of themselves. Stacy was dancing all over Chase, while he obsessively kissed her on the neck. Morgan, who was on the yearbook team, had been taking photos all night. Marvin and Jameson danced together, though very stiff and awkwardly. Cecily was practically wiping the floor with Henrik, swinging him around like a ragdoll to the music.
“Jackie,” Anti started again. “I really need to tell you something. Like, right now.”
“Yeah?” The other boy had apparently grabbed a few chocolate-coated pretzel sticks while Anti was observing the others. “What's wrong, did something happen? Do you need to go home?”
Anti's heart raced faster and faster. “I, uhh… well, I like you. Love you. I love you. I wanna be your boyfriend!” He did jazz hands, then cringed. “Sorry.”
“Oh!” Smiling, Jackie shoved a pretzel into Anti's mouth. “I wanna be yours too. I was starting to think that you'd never say anything.” While Anti chewed, he continued. “I love you too! Bring it in, Loverboy.” He hugged the smaller boy, patting him on the back and kissing him on the cheek. “I think another slow dance song is about to play, wanna dance again?”
Anti smiled, finally finishing his pretzel. “Only If you do, Loverboy.”
___
“Hey Babe!”
Anti glanced up from his crochet project, seeing his husband waving around a book. “Is that what I think it is?” he asked, then he sighed. “Oh no…”
“Our old yearbook!” Jackie announced. “I found it in the attic.”
“It was in there for a reason.”
Jackie chose to ignore this last statement. “I think it's from freshman year.” He scooted Anti over, then sat down next to him. The book opened across his lap. A few pages in was the table of contents, giving page numbers for each section. Still smiling, Jackie flipped to the freshmen portraits. “Oh, wow…”
Jameson's naked face grinned back at the two. Immediately, Anti burst out laughing. It was so weird seeing Jamie without a moustache. On the opposite page were Marvin and Morgan, both giving smug smiles at the camera. “Even in high school they were pretentious little fuckers,” he said, still giggling a little.
Upon flipping the page, Anti was greeted with his own bare face. Jackie put his finger over the page. “Aww, I remember that! You're still just as cute.” His lips grazed over Anti's cheek, then moved his finger down the page. “Oh, that's Henrik.” Moving to the opposite page, he gasped. “And there's me! I wish they had let me groom my mustache a little more.”
“You looked fine.” Anti turned the pages again, finding Stacy, Chase, and Cecily's portraits in the sophomore section. And then they turned to the Homecoming section. First was spirit week, then the game, and then the king and queen contestants… And then the Homecoming Dance. Jackie nudged Anti and pointed at the largest picture, which was a picture of the two dancing. “Oh.”
“I remember that! Chase and Stacy wouldn't stop flirting on the way there.”
“And then Chase texted us the next day about how he hooked up with her.” Anti frowned. It was too bad that the couple hadn't lasted, but he also didn't miss their constant dirty talk. “I think I still have Stacy's necklace, actually.”
“And that was when we started dating!” Jackie caressed his arm, kissing him on the cheek again. “I'm sorry for shoving that… what was it, a bread stick?”
“Chocolate-covered pretzel.”
“Yeah. Sorry for shoving that chocolate-covered pretzel in your mouth. You always ramble a lot when you get nervous, I didn't want you to get too flustered.” Laughing, Jackie kissed Anti for a third time. “I'm glad we're out of school.”
“Me too.”
Jackie picked Anti up and placed him in his lap. “Babe, I love you. I know I say it a lot, but…” He paused to kiss Anti on the lips, putting a hand on his jaw to pull him in closer. When he pulled away, both were blushing. “I really love you.”
“Aww, I love you too. Now let me go, I have a needle in my hands. I don't wanna stab you.”
___
Aww yeah Iove Antihero
Tagging @uhhbeans @glass-trash-bab and @bondedostae because why not
12 notes · View notes
Note
Are you pro or anti ship/kink/fic?
Proship stuff I already have a dni so you should know that (that doesn't mean I'm heavily against heavy and dark topics, mainly when they are done right, proships tend to end up romanticizing certain heavy topics which makes me generally uncomfortable so hence the DNI)
kink fics are fine with me, I don't really care about kinks I'll avoid a few that I don't like. Ship fics can be fine but depends on the ship dynamics has or the pairings. Like for example teacher x student is a no go for me. And abuser x victim is also a no, as a victim of sa I rather not have people making cute ship of the victim's abuser.
This is my stance on it
1 note · View note
josiecarioca · 5 years
Note
I think I read somewhere that you don't particularly enjoy Snape/student pairings, correct me if I am wrong. Is this limited to the actual period that they are in a student/teacher relationship or you would also mind him hitting it off and/or be involved with an ex-student?
Ok, this answer has to come with a disclaimer, me thinks, because I do have followers and mutuals who are into those ships and I´m not here to police anybody´s tastes, so this is entirely my opinion, and I´m not trying to call anybody out or invite debate. 
But the answer to your question, anon, would be a a hard NO for ANY Snape x student pairing, even with the stipulation that the student is now grown and no longer a student. Actually, teacher x student pairings in general are huge NO for me, period. 
I´ve answered this before, but I think it bears repeating: I´ve been a teacher for years (now I´m moving to a different professional field), and for most of my teaching career I´ve taught children and teenagers from ages 9 to roughly 17/18, and I´ve also taught a lot of adults. Because of my personal experience, I just can´t find anything attractive or normal about student x teacher pairings. 
There´s  the thing, when you meet a person when they are 11 or 12 (like Snape meets Hermione or Harry, the characters he gets paired with the most), that has an impact on how you´re going to see this person for life. It REALLY does. I have met former students of mine who are now adults (I actually live in the same neighborhood of at least two of them and see them around somewhat regularly). To me these people will always be the same kids who played Pokemon cards I had to confiscate so they would pay attention to class, the same kids whose stories about fairytales and astronauts I´ve corrected and graded, the kids who dressed up and played games in Halloween parties I helped organise, whose parents I had to sit down with to discuss their behaviour, who did stupid shit in my classroom, who wrote cringe-wothy notes to each other, or argued about silly shit like video games or who would get to be which character in a play.  
To me they´ll always be kids. 
So, as far as I´m concerned, the mere concept of a teacher having romantic or sexual feelings for a student  they met when they were children is, even in fiction, is at best VERY  weird, and at worst borderline predatory and incestuous. TBH, even with adult students, there´s an inherent power imbalance in student/teacher relationships that all too often carries out to life after school (and with adult students there´s often the complicator that if the teacher has taught or trained them for a specific work field, they WILL meet them in work-related situations, and there will be work-related issues on top of whatever power dynamics they´ve brought from the educational setting. I´ve seen it happen in academic settings quite often.)
With Snape there´s also another aspect that irks me. Snape has a TON of emotional baggage. He´s immature, he´s stuck in the past, he´s still suffering from things that happened to him when he was a teenager. To pair him with a former student, somebody young enough to be his kid, I believe that would be reinforcing the fact that he´s struggling to grow into a functional adult. It would keep him in an eternally immature emotional state. Severus is a 30-something year old man who NEEDS to grow, to address his own demons, to let go of his teenage angst. The last thing he needs is the emotional mess that a releationship with a former student might cause both him and the person he´s paired with. (I won´t even go into how getting together with Lily´s son of all people would just get him perpetually stuck into a cycle of emotional obssession). Now, of course there will be writers out there who actually want to write that scenario. And that´s fine, literature is full of amazing stories featuring deeply flawed and problematic relationships. It makes for interesting reading. But it´s not what I want to write personaly. I want to write Snape growing out of his issues, not drowning in them. That´s just my personal writing choice
“But it´s not real life, people can ship what they want” some will say. 
I know. That´s why I don´t go around telling people to stop shipping these pairings. I just block the tag. And I really only address this topic when asked. 
28 notes · View notes
lunaflvms · 2 years
Text
鐵線蓮花; ᝰꜜ ᩠˚ 𖤐 enhypen reactions !
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
enha reacts to you scolding them for getting detention
pairing: ot7 x gn!reader
genre: reaction fic, head canons
warnings: nothing i think
word count: 500+
requested by @h4chi ty bffie for requesting!! ALSO GO CHECK OUT HER SUNGHOON AND BEOMGYU SMAU ITS SO GOOD
Tumblr media
⊹₊ 이희승 heeseung
i feel like heeseung would probably get detention for pulling you into the janitors closet to get a smooch HELP also probably would cover for you so you dont get one too, saying it was his fault and all, which was true but its just a sweet thing he would do, after his detention you scolded him for pulling you into a janitors closet and he makes you promise to give him more kisses
⊹₊ 제이 jay
jay probably got detention for getting frustrated at someone during sports BYE I FEEL LIKE HE WOULD DO THAT sorry jay, anyways after detention jay didnt know how to face you because the person he yelled at during sports was your friend, ended up trying to avoid you but you ended up finding him and confronting him, you scolded him for avoiding you and yelling at your friend but when you saw how stressed he looked you ended up giving him a hug and he wouldnt let you go until like after ten mins
⊹₊ 제이크 jake
he probably got detention for being late because no way is he going to get one from doing something seriously wrong, he’s a really good student but one lunchtime you hurt yourself and he insisted to stay with you at the nurse to make sure you were alright :( probably fell asleep in ur lap when you were resting there before the nurse woke him up so he could go to class, you end up finding out what happened through the nurse and after school you scolded him for not going to class, laughed at you for scolding him
⊹₊ 성훈 sunghoon
got detention for being perfect /j he got in detention for laughing too loud (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`) you sat next to him and he kept flicking his pencil at you and ripping paper and putting it into your lap, so when you glared at him he started laughing as he successfully caught your attention plus the look on your face, you tried to get him to shut up so you guys wouldn’t be separated but the teacher saw and gave him detention and split you guys up (ง'̀-'́)ง after you scolded him for causing the both of you to split up and most likely never be deskmates again, sunghoon probably felt bad and made sure to plan a really nice date for later
⊹₊ 선우 sunoo
got in trouble for gossiping about a teacher when the teacher was right behind him ಠ_ಠ help you were next to him as he complained about the teacher and you kept tapping him trying to hint that the teacher was right behind you guys, he got annoyed as you kept interrupting him until the teacher called his name out from behind him and gave him a detention, once the teacher left he rolled his eyes and continued talking shit about the teacher, rolled his eyes as you scolded him to be more careful where he’s talking smack about people
⊹₊ 정원 jungwon
BYE HELLAUR?!? honestly i dont think jungwon would ever get detention like boi you must be mental or a jungwon anti to give him one ( ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°), anyways i feel like he would be the one that scolds y/n for getting a detention, y/n probably was caught swearing and was given detention, when jungwon went to look for you after the class to walk you home he found out that you got detention which he decided to wait for you to finish, once you came out of the class room he started scolding you for being so reckless for swearing at school HELP it was late so he ended up taking you to a restaurant to have dinner jungwon best boy
⊹₊ 니키 ni-ki
boi you bet this man is getting so many detentions a week and he’s gonna drag you down with him LMAO you guys are basically partners in crime, going around pranking everyone and pulling tricks out of your asses, like damn is everyone sick of you two but its ok because everyone finds it funny and amusing, the only person scolding you for getting detentions is jungwon (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`) bye hes so sick of third wheeling you two and then dealing with you guys causing trouble everywhere you guys go #givejungwonabreakfr
Tumblr media
enhypen masterlist
requests are closed for now!
permanent taglist: @acciomylove @missmadwoman @ja4hyvn @soobin-chois @enloveclub @gold-dragon-slayer @maiwon @one16core @chuu-cherrie @1-800-lixie @enhacolor @pshwyfie @hiqhkey
enhypen taglist: @the-cause-of-my-euphoria @kyleeanne
722 notes · View notes