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offical-potato · 5 years

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Y’all interested in the crazy shit that happened to me today? Ugh imma vent below

Okay so backstory...I have a 9am class so I leave for school at 8:30 and eat a piece of toast in the car. After my 9-11am class I have to rush to my other class that starts at 11:10 that for some reason today my crazy art teacher had us meet somewhere different idk man not super important to the story. however, what is important is that I’m not really hungry until later in the day and so my stupid ass doesn’t really have a real meal until I get home.

So my 11:10am class is going on and I have a small snack but mostly I’m hyped up on earl grey tea and an iced mocha that I downed in the first 30 minutes of class. Now I realize that lots of caffeine+little food is bad but normally I’m fine and this isn’t really important until later in the story so remember that for later.

Alrighty to normally my 11am class gets out at 2pm but today my teacher decided we were done at like 1:30 so that was chill. So I’m leaving to drive home and I’m chillin in the car. Basically there is this one main road where I live that’s super busy and the lanes are tight. ALSO I’m a fairly new driver and I will admit not the best one... so I’m on this fucking main road and driving the semi-old SUV (its a total mom car lol) and I HIT THE FUCKING CURB GOING 30 MPH AND MY FUCKING TIRE GOES OUT.

Now okay listen here kids, if you get a flat you should turn off the road and slowly stop and check what’s up.

So that was I did. I turned off onto one of the side roads and there a big fucking hole in my back right tire. UGH I KNOW... so being the awesome fucking (semi) grown ass woman I am I look up how to put on a spare tire to get this shit started.

Side note: I was in the most butch outfit and I was living for it! I had blue jeans, a studded belt, a normal white tee that I tied into a crop top, and a flannel tied around my waist because it’s hot and I’ve gotta get those layers in the morning! Also I recently got a buzzcut and have 7 piercings...

Back to my story... so I’m now trying to find the fucking spare tire which is crazy and hidden. You’ve gotta take a plastic part off just to get to the jack kit like this shit is H-I-D-D-E-N! So when’s I find the jack kit I need to use some of those tools to loosen another thing to get the spare which btw is under the car suspended with some chain stuff. it’s an elaborate setup. Protip if your gonna take someone’s hubcaps Infiniti’s will be hard to take they’ve got some crazy shit.

Okay so this spare drops but it won’t come all the way out from under the car and by this time my dad gets here to help because I’ve never done this shit before. So he’s helping and we eventually...with much effort.... get the ruined tire off and spare on! Wooo I felt so accomplished like I helped with this shit and got that spare out from it’s crazy ducking hiding space like that shit was not easy.

But potato you ask? This surely must be where the story ends? NOPE HONEY I WISH!

I get home and I live on a hill so second tip kids, if you are parking downhill you need to turn your tires into the curb Incase it slides down. So I do this but my dad said I’m to close to the curb and need to move it alway.

This is fine I can do this. BUT THIS MOTHERFUCKING CAR LIKES TO FALL DOWN EVEN THO I PUT MY FUCKING FOOT ON THE BRAKE AND WENT STRAIGHT TO THE GAS IN R SO I CAN BACK UP LIKE DAMN KIDS THIS IS HARD SHIT.

I HIT THE CAR IN FRONT OF MY AND BOY OH BOY IM CUSSING UP A STORM. like at this point I’m close to crying because as I stated earlier, I haven’t had any real food! I just spend sm time changing my flat! And I’m tired!

Thank fuck tho the car in front of my had a soft rack thing so there WASNT ANY DAMAGE!!!! I swear there are little things in life that make me happy and I was so glad. I was shaking at that point and so done. Idk what I would’ve done if there was damage. Also don’t tell me neighbor I hit their car....

Y’all don’t know how grateful I was that there wasn’t any damage to their car. Like omf.

Moral of the story: I need to eat more food and drink less caffeine ALSO I’m a boss ass bitch so don’t fuck with me

#potato speaks #long post #woohee #story time bitches #sorry for all the swearing #actually im not reallt sorry #infiniti #CARZZZZ #Y’ALL THIS WAS A CRAZY DAY AND NOW IM EATING SALAD

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chrly-works · 5 years

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Chapter 3: New School, New Life

“This sucks” you said to your ceiling.

At first, you honestly couldn’t care less wether you got in or not. But after a few days, you were completely stressed about it— but that’s only cause you wanted to get in for Fijoshi and Kira’s sake.. y-yeah.

It was almost a full week since the written and practical exams... and you needed to know how you did! You had a feeling you did okay on the written part, but you had to guess quite a bit of it. Though you honestly weren’t sure how you did on the practical. At first, you thought for sure you did really well (you knew you had at least 40 points), but then your own head began betraying you by filling itself with doubts and wondering if there were even more extra components to the test you weren’t aware of.

It was the worst! You had no idea what was gonna happen and all you wanted was answers!

You finally rolled out of bed and put on some real clothes. Kira had gone out and bought you some really nice clothing— fit for a teenager— and they surprisingly matched your style. They were mostly dark colored but not quite edgy, more like trendy then anything else but not flashy. Most importantly though, they were comfortable. You brushed your long (h/c) hair and pulled it into a simple ponytail (like always), then left the room.

It was a Saturday morning (although it was almost afternoon) so the sun beautifully lit up the living room. “Hey, (y/n). Man I was almost worried for a bit, you were sleeping so long!” Fijoshi teased. “Ha ha, very funny.” You replied sarcastically. “I kept the eggs warm on the stove, and there’s some toast on a plate if you’re hungry for breakfast. After your done we can do some studying to make sure you remember everything.” He said, pointing to the kitchen.

You groaned audibly and the mention of more studying. All week long the both of them had been making you study ‘Japanese Cultural Etiquette’ since your parents nor your old school ever taught you about it (you were raised to be a villain, and why would a villain need to know something like that?). Sure, you were grateful that they weren’t gonna let you become a social wreck, but it just felt like every minute of every hour they were having you study the same things. But you supposed it would be worth it when you showed up to class not being a total nuisance (that is if you were accepted).

You were going honorifics (again) when Kira came out of the elevator with a certain envelope in her hand. “(y/n)!! Fijoshi!! It’s here!!” She exclaimed. You felt your heart rate pick up and sweat forming on your palms as she handed you the envelope. It read ‘U.A High School’ on it. Yeah, it’s definitely what you’ve been waiting for. You walked quickly into your room and closed the door behind you.

You sat down on your desk and looked at it all over— almost as to check that it’s real, and that you didn’t just fall asleep while studying.

Nope, this was very real!

You carefully opened the seal and looked inside. There was a letter, but also a metal disc. You inspected the disc a little before setting it down on the desk, that’s when a hologram came up out of no where.

“THIS IS A PROJECTION” All might loudly announced.

“What the f—?!” You said out loud, nearly falling out of your chair from the sudden jump scare from the number one fucking hero. Sure you’d seen him on the news but not right in your god damn face!

“Wait.. what?! All might?!! This is supposed to be from U.A… the hell is going on?” You thought to yourself, confused. You had a sneaking suspicion.. but you prayed you were wrong.

“You’ve probably seen that I have been in town for a little while now,” he said.

“He’s been in the same city as me? You mean there’s a slight chance I could have run into him?!” You thought, terrified. This is why there is only three places you ever go: Home, the apartment, and your secret space..

“But I’m in town for one reason: to be a teacher at UA!” aaaannndd your theory was correct. At this point the universe just seemed to be giving you the middle finger, what else could go wrong?

“Now, you did mediocre on the written, and pretty well on the practical. However, a mere 30 villain points will not be enough to pass..” He explained. You couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Sure, Kira and Fijoshi would still accept you, and still be there for you.. but you honestly wanted to make them proud of you.

“But-! That’s not all! Please watch the screen!” He said, pointing to the screen.

“Huh?” It showed you the video footage of you helping that boy during the exam.. and then.. wait what? The video showed you him doing even better and helping others who made his mistake of wasting their energy. “I helped him that much?” You questioned.

“Yes, you have your strength, but what’s important is how your actions inspire others,” you couldn’t believe your eyes or your ears. Tears threatened to fall as they pricked at your eyes, but you held them back— there was no reason to cry.. but.. the feeling of being accepted as someone more than just a villain—

“This exam, we weren’t just watching for villain-based points!!” He exclaimed. You were right! “A hero course that rejects those who do the right thing.. is no hero course at all!! Which is why there is… RESCUE POINTS!! Another fundamental way for U.A to evaluate you!”

“Rescue points? So that was it!” You thought happily to yourself.

“41 Rescue points to (y/n) (l/n)!!”

“You’re in!!” Those words.. words you never thought would make you feel like this whatever ‘this’ was. Whatever it was it felt… nice.

“THIS WILL BE YOUR HERO ACADEMIA!!!” He exclaimed intensely. Adrenaline pumped through your body. How? How is this happening?? A villain.. that’s all you’ve ever been to the world— hell, to yourself!! Something looked down upon as scum that needs to be destroyed.. and now you were being accepted as a hero. A real hero! What was happening? This had to be fake! A prank maybe?

You stood up and walked to the door. As you reached for the knob you realized how much your hands were shaking. You tried to calm yourself down by taking some deep breathes. Calm, cool, and collected, right?

Once you managed to calm down a bit, you opened the door to tell them. You thought you had shaken off the excessive emotions, but once you saw their anticipating faces, everything rushed back all at once.

You ran over to them and pulled them both into a tight hug while happily repeating, “I got in, I got in!” A few times, while they both congratulated you.

Some time later-

Once everyone had received their letters of acceptance or denial, the scoreboard results were released for the practical. You weren’t the very best like you initially suspected, but you scored 4th place, which in your opinion was pretty good. The most noticeable scores were first place with 77 villain points and 0 rescue points and seventh place with 60 rescue points and no villain points. Honestly, the latter was more impressive. The fact that someone managed to get in solely on rescue points was both odd and amazing.

You soon received your school uniform which was kind of upsetting. Not because of the fact it’s a uniform (your old school had a uniform too, although it was basically just a jumpsuit, and you were one of the very few people who actually wore it) but because of the.. skirt. You hated skirts and dresses. You weren’t a very feminine female, and after a short test run, you felt mildly uncomfortable with how short it was. You were scared to even walk, let alone run, jump, and walk up stairs! So, you decided to wear semi-see though leggings, so that way you wouldn’t feel totally exposed.

But other then the uniform.. you were so ready to start school— damn you’ve never said that before. You were very (very) well informed about how to be culturally respectful, you trained a bit (physically) with Fijoshi, and studied regular academic areas with Kira— so you were gonna kick U.A’s ass!

Well.. that was how you felt until you were stood in front of your homeroom door. Why was everything here so damn big? You were put into class 1-A. You remembered the blonde from the practical exam, and after seeing how easily he defeated the faux villains, you were sure he got in. Actually you had a feeling he was ‘Katsuki Bakugo’ who got first place. After seeing how much of an ass (and how intimidating— um, wait what? Nothing..) he was you really hoped he wasn’t in your class.

You opened the door.. and behold, the blonde douche himself, sitting with his feet up on the desk. Whatever, he won’t get anywhere with that kind of attitude, you knew that much.

There were a few other students in the classroom, but you came somewhat early so not everyone was there.

Sitting near the front though, was the boy you saved during the practical in the entrance exam. He was focused on a book so you didn't wanna distract him, but you made a mental note to say hello to him later.

Other than him, there was one other student who caught your eye.

Half of his hair was white and the other half was red. He had heterochromatic eyes (One side being grey and the other turquoise blue) and he had a somewhat cold and intimidating feeling to him.. why was everyone so serious? Were they just stressed or something?

A couple people looked your way when you came in, but they kept talking among themselves. “Promise me you’ll make some friends” Kira’s words came to your mind. "Right, I can’t just hide in the classroom, not this time. Do something.. a-anything!"

But most of these people have been set on becoming heroes since they were little kids. You’ve been set on being a villain since you were a kid.. “Don’t you dare forget who you really are.” You bullied yourself. You went to go to the desk in the back, next to the half red, half white boy. As you got closer, you noticed he had a burn mark on his left eye. You wanted to ask about it but you figured you would just be nosey and annoying by doing that. So instead you put your bag down and walked towards the middle of the classroom to observe everyone when a few other students came to you.

“Hey, I’m Mina Ashido! What’s your name?” She happily asked you. “Uh h-hey. I’m (l/n) (y/n), nice to meet you.” You nervously said. Why were you always such a nervous mess in front of other teens?? “Come on girl, calm down. Just be normal! You’ll never make any friends if you aren’t confident!” You yelled at yourself in your head. But it was no use.. you were scared of so many things in that moment. Exposing yourself, being unwanted by others, messing up and getting kicked out of U.A… so many things could go wrong for you.

Although, unknown to you, some of the boys watching your encounter thought your shyness was adorable.. but lets save that for later.

“I’m Toru Hagakure!” An invisible girl greeted bubbly. A few more people came in, including the uptight guy from when Present Mic was talking about the practical exam. He walked over to the blonde and started lecturing for having his feet up on the desk. During their ‘conversation’ you picked up that his name was ‘Tenya Iida’. So you knew a couple students, that’s good you supposed. Although, you were still far from having any real friendships.

“It’s you.” Iida said towards someone at the door, causing everyone to look his way.

Broccoli boy! Although apparently his name was ‘Izuku Midoriya’. Soon after him came the nice girl who saved him from falling at the gate before the entrance exam.

“If you’re here to socialize then get out.” Said a… what is that? “Oh, it’s a guy in a sleeping bag. Why a sleeping bag?” You thought quizzically to yourself.

He pulled out a juice bag or something as he said, “This is.. the hero course.” He stood up, and climbed out of the sleeping bag. U.A was sure an odd place.

“It took 8 seconds for you all to quiet down. Time is a precious resource. You all aren’t very rational, are you?” He lectured. The man looked somewhat rough around the edges, with long somewhat messy hair and tired eyes. Yet you knew he must’ve been a pro (since Kira told you that all of the teachers were pros only after you got accepted in.. that was a scare and a half) but you didn’t recognize him at all, and you knew most pros in the area. Also.. why was he in the room?

“I’m your homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa. Pleased to meet you.” He said. His tone of voice conflicted with his words.. he didn’t seem to have the slightest bit of enthusiasm. “So he’s our homeroom teacher? Guess there wouldn’t be another reason for him to be in the classroom with us..” You analyzed. “Quickly now. Change into your gym clothes and head out to the grounds.” The grounds? Wasn’t today supposed to be meant for orientation, at least you thought that’s how normal schools worked..

You changed into your PE clothes and headed out to the grounds, where Aizawa-sensei (gotta practice those honorifics, ya know) announced we would be doing a quirk test.

“A test.. of our quirks?” Most of the class asked, surprised. It made sense when you thought about it, how else was the school supposed to track your progress? A test at the beginning and surely more throughout the school year. Although it seemed a bit much to be having such an important test on the very first day, you knew it was all for the greater good of getting stronger and making Kira and Fijoshi proud though, right?

Right!

“What about the entrance ceremony? Or the guidance sessions?” The nice girl asked. “No time to waste on that stuff if you want to become heroes.” He replied. He was right but.. it dawned on you that this was serious. It’s not like the old academy.. you treated most of the tasks there like a game because being a villain wasn’t a job you had to take too seriously. But being a hero? This was most certainly not a game, you need to be on top of everything to excel here— and that included academics! You couldn’t just slack off in everything other then hero work. Not that you were planning on doing that in the first place though.

“U.A is known for it’s ‘freestyle’ educational system. That applies to us teachers as well.” He explained. He was saying nothing but the truth— and you had to admit, you liked this guy. “Softball throwing, the standing long jump, the 50 meter dash, endurance running, grip strength, side-to-side stepping, upper-body training, and seated toe touch. You did these all in junior high, yes? Your standard no-quirks-allowed gym tests.”

“This country still insists on prohibiting quirks when calculating the averages of those records. It’s not rational. The department of education is just procrastinating.” He (yet again) spoke the truth. The education system should allow quirks to be more implemented into schools.. although there shouldn’t be no regulation. In the United States for example, citizens had no boundaries so it was pretty chaotic (and bulling was a crazy big problem in schools too!), or at least that’s what you knew from the news.

“Bakugo.” He pointed the attention to the egoistic blonde. You knew it! He did get first! Sure it... didn’t really matter weather you knew that the asshole who bumped into you also got first place.. but it fed your own ego a bit knowing you were correct, alright?

“How far could you throw in middle school?” “Sixty-seven meters, I think.” He replied. Not bad. “Great. Now try it with your quirk. Do whatever you need to. Just don’t leave the circle. Give it all you got” Aizawa explained. “Awesome.” Bakugo replied.

When he went to go throw, he used a powerful explosion to boost it (not to mention screaming ‘die’ as he threw it but, ya know, that’s cool—that’s normal…haha..). You got to see his quirk in action during the practical, but it was still impressive. Though, you weren’t gonna ever tell him that. You had a sneaking suspicion that giving him any sort of praise ultimately wouldn’t be beneficial to him.

“It’s important for us to know our limits.” Aizawa said, then showing his score to the class. The little robot read ‘705.2 meters’. “What the heck?! That’s definitely an improvement from ’67’ he got in middle school!” You thought (mildly intimidated) to yourself. Others gave their input, and one person had said that they thought this was gonna be ‘awesome’ or whatever.

“…awesome.. you say?” He said, raising worry and anticipation. Oh god, something bad was about to happen, you could feel it. “You’re hoping to become heroes after three years here… and you think it’ll be all fun and games?” He said, with an intense look and feel to him. You broke a tiny sweat on your forehead... this guy was pretty fucking serious, but you liked that about him. After all, it would be super weird (and slightly annoying) to have someone laid-back and goofy, cause how is someone like that supposed to teach us how to be disciplined and good heroes?

“Right. The ones with the lowest score across all eight events will be deemed hopeless.. and will be expelled.” He intensely proclaimed. “What the hell dude?! I was just complimenting you in my head!” You thought, stunned. Expelled?! As in.. to never come back on campus again?? No, no, no.. that can’t be a real threat.. can it? Shit!! What would Kira and Fijoshi think if you got in and then immediately expelled after the first day!! No, you weren’t gonna let that happen. You would just do everything in your power to make sure you’re not going home!

“Your fates are in your hands. Welcome. This is.. the hero course at U.A High!”

You shook off your fear and in its place painted a determined face.

There was no way in hell you were gonna be expelled this early! You were going to be something that makes Kira and Fijoshi proud!! Their efforts and hard-work were not going to be wasted!!

Not if you had anything to say about it.

#fanfic #my hero academia #mha #bnha #todoroki x reader #midoriya izuku #katsuki bakugou #tenya lida #kaminari denki #shoto aizawa #uraraka ochako #mina ashido #toru hagakure #original character

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sopewriters · 7 years

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Mr. Impatient

Pairing: Im Jaebum/ Reader

Genre: Sort of angsty, but not exactly; smut

Word Count: 2.7K +

Warning: A bit of blood play, dubious consent

“It’s that kid again.”

You lifted your gaze, warily eyeing your friend before shifting your line of sight in the direction she was frowning at, a twin expression forming on your face. This was easily the fourth or fifth time you had seen the boy, with the pale skin and tousled black hair that could belong to a model, and it was beginning to bother you. He transferred in the middle of the year sometime, and immediately became the talk of the school because of his looks. It was annoying, both you and your friend agreed.

“Yeah, I guess.”

The noticeable tension underlying the words betrayed your emotions, letting the girl beside you pick up on it.

“Let’s go then,” She said quickly, tugging you up by the arm, “We’ve got to get to class fast, or else he’ll kill us.”

The ‘he’, of course, referred to your Physics teacher who, despite his seemingly peaceful nature, could turn savage in the blink of an eye. It was best not to test it.

The two of you barely made it in time though, panting and totally out of breath by then. You got a subtle side-glare as you passed by, but no words, making you sigh in relief.

“Y/N, come see me after class.”

Well then.

‘After Class’ couldn’t come fast enough, and you bounced your leg anxiously under your desk as you glanced at the wall clock for the seventh time in five minutes. There was literally just a minute left, so why was time going by so slowly?

You nearly jumped up with joy when the bell finally rang, its sharp shrill resounding through your head, making you wince, before quickly skipping down the steps to level a stare at your professor.

“What did you need to speak to me about?” You questioned, heart pounding furiously, because please don’t tell me I’m in trouble.

“You’re not in trouble,” The man sighed, as though disappointed, as the last of the students left, “I have a favour to ask of you.”

“A favour?” You repeated stupidly, unable to believe you ears, “You need a favour from me?”

“Yes, yes, whatever,” The man waved a hand, “We have a new student in our Physics course and he needs quite a bit of help. I suppose your qualification is adequate, so you’ll be assisting him.”

“What?” You exclaimed incredulously, “Me?”

“Yes, you.” He sighed in extreme disapproval, “Your first session would be tomorrow after school in the library. Don’t forget.”

He went back to stacking books, entirely unperturbed by the fact that the floor was crumbling underneath you.

Well then.

“Say what?!” Your friend practically screeched when you told her the news, making you wince from potential hearing loss, “No way! Tell him you can’t do it!”

“I don’t have a choice,” A dejected sigh sounded from your throat, “He hates me already. Besides, how weird could that kid be?”

“Apparently, he doesn’t talk to anyone,” She said dubiously, before frowning, “Except for those weird loud kids.”

“Aren’t they the ones who everyone finds ‘illegally hot’?” You eyed her, immediately catching onto who she was talking about, “You know, the supposed ‘heartthrobs’?”

“They’re weirdos now that they’re associating with him.” She decides, “How on earth is he friends with them already anyway?”

“Whatever,” You shrugged, rolling a pencil over your desk idly, “We’ll see what happens tomorrow, I guess.”

“So….”

It was already awkward and you hated it. He was staring at you with a strange glint in his eye, unblinking. You anxiously bit your lip, before clearing your throat again.

“Uh, Im… Jaebum?” No response. “That…that is your name, right?”

Finally:

“JB.”

‘Wow, congratulations!’ A mental pat on the back, ‘We’ve upgraded to one-word answers now!’

“JB, huh?” You smiled nervously, a force of habit, “Um, so what have you covered so far?”

“…Nothing?”

“What, seriously?” Your mouth dropped open in shock, and you forgot all your inhibitions as your brain short-circuited at the thought that he didn’t know shit, “You…you haven’t done a single chapter yet?”

“No, that’s what I said.” Better, five words this time, but you hardly noticed as you stared down those dark eyes, “Seriously, did they give me a dumbass for a tutor?”

“Excuse you, who are you calling a dumbass!” The words left your mouth unbidden, making you wince, but you ploughed on since you were stupid like that, “I thought I’d be helping someone out, not being forced to listen fucking one-word answers!”

Then, it struck you, “And how on earth did you not learn anything?!”

“Gosh, you’re so loud.” He rolled his eyes at you, before checking his watch, a gleaming expensive-looking one, “Ugh, another half an hour.”

Wait seriously? You couldn’t believe this guy.

“You’re not leaving until I say so.” You growled menacingly, uncaring of how terrifying he looked to be, “And I do say so, so.”

Well, the end of your speech could’ve used a little work, but semantics. No, what was important was the fact that he stayed where he was, damn it why was he getting up?

“Well, too bad.” He tossed something on the table before sauntering away, “See you tomorrow, kitten.”

“Wh-what, kitten!” You spluttered to yourself, wide eyes trained at his retreating back, “What the actual—AGH!”

The librarian wasn’t too happy about the noise, so you ended up getting kicked out. Fun times.

“He called you what?”

“I’m not kidding, it sounded like it came straight out of a porno.”

“No way.”

“…”

“Ugh, what a creep. Should I come along next time?”

“No.”

“What if…what he debauches you? What if he steals away your innocence when I can’t protect you, huh?”

“…”

It was Day Two.

Your friend did not tag along, since she was luckily engrossed in watching a swim meet (“for the hot guys, Y/N-ah, for the hot guys.”) like a total creep. You were actually grateful for it, for once.

“Alright, let’s do this.” You said determinedly once he sat down, “I’m going to start off with Mechanics and you’re going to listen, right?”

He didn’t say anything, just shrugged casually. His black jacket was barely hanging onto his shoulder, revealing much more of his pale skin than you wanted to see.

You tore your eyes away from his unnatural pallor and focused on your book, beginning to explain what you thought of as the most boring topic in physics to date because honestly, why.

He was surprisingly diligent, which sharply contrasted his annoying fuckboy, pseudo-gangster image, writing down detailed notes in a flat black book. In fact, when you glanced over at it sometimes, it looked much more detailed than what you were saying.

It was…weird, to say in the least.

“Tomorrow again, after school.” You said finally, wrapping everything up, “Don’t be late.”

“Hm.”

And you were back to one-word answers.

The rest of the days passed by similarly, with you tutoring him in the library, trying to hide your awe at his detailed note-taking, before telling him to meet you again the next day. He was actually being civil to you, even going so far as to crack a few jokes over time. It was strange, but fitting, when he did, and you really couldn’t complain.

He was doing well in class as well, which brought you some relief because your professor would fuck you up otherwise. It made you feel a little better about everything, and the fact that everything was going smoothly just gave you a sense of peace. Nothing could go wrong now.

Until it did.

“So, partner.” You smiled hugely at JB, where he was lounging in his chair, looking as pale and depressing as ever, “Got any ideas for our project?”

“No.” He said, blunt as always, “I’ll help you work on it, but any ideas need to be your own.”

Why did he sound exactly like a professor? Ugh.

You must have been dying on the inside for too long, because he rapped his knuckles sharply against the wooden desk, with a smirk beginning to creep up on his (not) ugly face.

“Start talking.”

“Okay, Mr. Impatient.” You smirked at your (totally not lame) pun, before flipping open your book to the page you needed.

“…that was terrible.”

“Please, shut up.”

The two of you decided to meet at his house, much to your friend’s chagrin (“what if he does those unspeakable things and outrages your—mmph!”), though you calmly assured her that, yes, I’ll be fine, and that, no, he’s not going to fucking kill me calm down.

To be honest, you weren’t sure what you were expecting. Maybe a shanty house, with a dilapidated roof, and a lonely porch. Or a fucking huge ass mansion, with bodyguards milling about.

What you most certainly did not expect, though, was the sheer normality of the scene. Im Jaebum’s house looked perfectly normal, painted brightly and invitingly, complete with a neatly trimmed front lawn. There seemed to be a rose garden in the back as well, from what little you could make out.

“Why are you staring?” The guy in question spoke, raising an unamused eyebrow, before brushing his way past you, “Come inside.”

The inside was decorated sparsely, but still didn’t look too empty. Jaebum’s family seemed to have good tastes, you had to admit grudgingly. Well, either that, or a kickass interior designer.

“Aren’t your parents at home?” You asked curiously, as you padded upstairs behind him.

“No.” His answer was curt, to the point, “They’re out of town.”

“Ah, I see.” You smiled nervously as you took stock of his room, noting how dark everything was in there, contrary to the zesty coloring of the rest of the house.

“So,” You started, “Let’s do this?”

“Yeah,” He said, before pausing, contemplative, “Do you want something to drink?”

“Uh, I guess water’s cool.” You stuttered out, completely caught off guard; who would’ve thought this guy had a sense of politeness in him?

“Right, water.” He made that weird, pondering, face again, before he disappeared, door slamming shut behind him.

“Well, that was fast.” You muttered to yourself in surprise, before nearly shrieking and falling off the bed when the door opened again and Jaebum walked inside, glass of water in his hand.

You held out your hand in anticipation, ignoring the seed of shock sprouting in you, waiting, only to sputter in disbelief when he put it casually on the table.

“Hand it over.” You didn’t mean to sound whiny, but it came out like that, and Jaebum looked perturbed for a brief second, before his familiar nonchalant expression came back.

“Nope.” He decided, shrugging in the face of your pout, before taking a seat on the bed across you. You ignored the sudden rush of warmth to your cheeks (why the hell would that even happen, damn it) and shook your head, getting to your feet and walking over to your awaiting glass.

“Why are you so rude,” You muttered petulantly to yourself, before, “OW!”

“What happened?” Jaebum was by your side in an instant, taking a gentle grip on your wrist in what could be mistaken as worry, before he was drawn to the crimson trail dripping down your index finger. You nearly cursed yourself for your stupidity; of course, there was a nail sticking out from the desk and, of course, you didn’t notice.

“It’s nothing, just a cut.” You said quickly, tugging your wrist away, “It’ll stop soon.”

But your hand wasn’t coming free. Nor was Jaebum responding, eyes fixed firmly on the bleeding digit, mouth parted open.

“Y-yah,” You tugged harder, more nervously the longer he stared, “I-Im Jaebum, what’s wrong—”

A gasp sounded out from somewhere, and you dimly realized it was your own voice tinged with horrified awe, and your eyes focused with almost startling intensity, on the pillows of pink wrapped firmly around your finger, the startling heat.

“J-JB.” You stuttered out, fear pulling at you, “W-what—”

“You taste so good.” He said oddly, eyes flicking up to you, and that’s when your heart stopped, seeing his red-rimmed irises, his constricted pupils.

Your breath stuttered, and you wasted no time, pushing him away with a strong arm and tumbling off the bed before taking off. You remembered your friend’s concern, tears stinging your eyes when you felt a grip around your wrist. A shocked cry tore from your throat as you were slammed painfully against the wall, throat constricting with fear as you stared back into his inhuman eyes.

“I’m hungry,” He commented coldly, and if you thought he was normally cold, this was below zero, “So stay still.”

“Stay still? What the—”

The words got cut off when something pierced through the delicate skin of your neck and you stared, vision swimming, at the mop of black hair nestled comfortably in the juncture between your neck and shoulder. The slight graze of teeth against your neck made you aware of the fact that he was drinking your blood, that he was a vampire, but all that was lost as you felt your mind slip away.

And, it didn’t matter how much fear you had, or how much apprehension; none of that mattered in the face of the comfortable lucid experience and the heat building up, making you twist uncomfortably with a sheen of sweat lining your skin. Every inch of you was on fire, nerves fraying and eyes dilated as the man keeping you pinned detached himself from your neck; a strangled moan tore from your throat, though you didn’t know if that was in gratefulness or unwillingness.

You needed more.

“I’m getting to it,” The dark chuckle made your breath hitch, and you couldn’t resist as a leg slipped between your parted thighs, grinding lightly against your core, reveling in your pleased groan, “So impatient.”

“P-please—” You choked out, nearly sobbing with the need (to do what, you didn’t know), “Please.”

You didn’t struggle, instead trying to get closer, reduce the space between the two of you. You could practically feel yourself getting wet, juices staining the fabric of your shorts, and mewled when you felt his fingers brush against your underwear after slipping beneath the waistband.

“Wet for me already, aren’t you?” He mused, rubbing a slow circle into your throbbing clit, “Tch, what a slut.”

And normally, you would have been insulted by it, but nothing mattered anymore, you just needed him.

“D-Do it, please.” You pleaded, voice breathy, grinding down against his fingers, and were rewarded with them slipping inside you finally, making you jolt, pleasure thrumming through your veins.

You weren’t expecting him to kiss you, but he did just that, only accelerating his movements as he ravaged your mouth, laying on you a claim you didn’t realize, one you wouldn’t be able to refuse. The taste of coppery blood filled your mouth, your blood, but you didn’t care, gyrating your hips upward to get his fingers deeper inside you, head thrown back and mouth parted lewdly.

Your legs quivered helplessly as the pleasure began build almost painfully from inside you, making your head thump softly against the wall. A cry ripped from your throat as finally, fucking finally you found your climax, hands scrabbling to find purchase in the soft, velvety feel of his skin.

You hardly noticed when his fingers slipped out, eyes instinctively fluttering shut when he caught your mouth again, softer this time. A pleased noise hummed from his throat at your complacence, and you only further relaxed in his hold.

When he eventually pulled back, however, his eyes flickered, flitting over your form appraisingly, and the crimson red returned. You gasped when he slammed you harder against the wall than before, and couldn’t breathe when you stared into those eyes.

“I was going to let you go,” Jaebum whispered huskily, fangs digging dangerously into your skin, “But I can’t wait for more.”

Might or might not have a second part.

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