“So, the tests aren’t… Bad, per say, but they’re not exactly good either,” I recited the familiar speech as I delivered the tests to the respective students.
I went around the classroom, until I reached the familiar boy with brown hair, looking up at me with dark pupils and an innocent look. “Dan…” I started, placing his test in the desk, a disappointing red 2-out-of-20 mark, clear as daytime, “come see me after class.” he nodded eagerly, seemingly not bothered by his low grade. “Yes, sir.” he purred cheekily.
I wrote some exercises for the students to solve and sat at my desk, looking up to see Dan’s familiar face, sitting at his desk diagonal to mine. Anyone else would be non-the-wiser, but I could tell when Dan wanted attention. But today was different.
He was wearing the typical female school outfit, something he’d do normally- he liked to switch between female and male outfits- but he just looked like he was up to no good.
Dan and I have been dating for about two or three months now, and I couldn’t wait for him to finish high school, so we could move in together. In these past months I’ve grown to be more rebellious than in my entire life and yet, I could not be happier.
One thing that I both loved and hated about Dan, besides his immaturity, would be his lack of shame.
I stopped spacing out when I heard my name bring called, “Uh… Mr. Lester!” I snapped my head up at that, my eyes instinctively falling on Dan. He was looking at me with lustful and zoned out eyes, his face was coloured with a shade of pink and his mouth was slightly open. His eyes fell shut when he realised he had my attention, he bit his lip and tilted his head backwards oh-so gently. My eyes trailed down his body; how his outfit was slightly tight on him, and down his chest, to his arms and finally his hand bellow the desk-
“S-sir, over here!” I jumped as if I had been caught doing something I shouldn’t, which, technically, I was. The student in front of Dan, Chris, was now standing, blocking my vision of Dan. “Oh, uh, yes, sorry?” I mentally slapped myself over how starstruck I probably both looked and sounded. “Should we do exercises 15 and 16? We haven’t learned that yet.”
“If you can, do it, otherwise…” I trailed off carelessly with a wave of my hand, watching as Chris sat back on his chair. I looked at Dan again, his right hand clutching the paper tightly- his test- while the other was under the desk, rubbing himself. We made eye contact and I noticed him mouthing pleas, most definitely directed towards me.
I glared at him, only receiving a small, lazy smile from him in response as he continued to touch himself as if it were the most normal thing to do. I checked the time, fifteen minutes until the bell rang. I groaned in frustration, tapping my watch impatiently, wanting everyone to leave already, just so I could have Dan alone.
I looked at him through my glasses, frowning, but more relieved when I saw that he had refrained to touching himself, now simply tapping his foot against the ground and pressing his legs together as tightly as he could. I smirked, chuckling quietly under my breath, which caught some students attention for brief seconds. I looked at my watch once again; twelve minutes and thirty-six seconds to go.
I could almost feel Dan staring longingly at me, and more so when, in the midst of the silence of the classroom, a loud and familiar huff was heard, coming from him. I looked at him in time to see him motioning me to hurry up with his hand. “Impatient,” I mumbled under my breath, knowing he’d have no way of knowing what I just said.
The last straw was drawn when he started squirming around on his chair, swaying from side to side in an effort of getting himself off, and failing completely, judging by the long sigh of distress he’d let out. I smiled, done with my teasing.
Summary: You like to take late night walks to de-stress, you meeet a stranger named Bucky who does the same.
Prompt(s): Okay I’m combining two: pandarosita: 93 and 94… but Reader being upset rather than Bucky? and an anon request for 64.
93.“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.” 94. “I had a bad dream again.” Bonus: 64 “Here, take my blanket.”
Warnings: angsty reader
Word Count: 3093
Author’s Note: Ah fuck. I sort of hate this but I just need to post it to get it out of my head, so here you go. Enjoy the angst. I’ll post part 2 tonight when I get to my next hotel.
Side note, please do not interpret this as me advising taking careless late night walks. Be safe, know your surroundings if you must.
You’d always been a night owl, preferring the quiet dark when everyone was asleep over the busy days in too small a home with too many people. You liked the calm stillness that fell at night when everything finally just… stopped.
2007, age 17
-prove me wrong
-i’m a goner
2009, age 19
-march to the sea
2011, age 21
2013, age 23
-holding on to you
2015, age 25
-tear in my heart
“Broke my knuckles on the wall, because I thought about the call where you said you’d always love me…Do you not tell the truth at all? Well if I ever cross your mind, make sure you write down the times….so I will know the moments I was eating you alive.”~Drown by Front Porch Step~