Prompt - AU where Peter is a high school AP Physics teacher and Y/N is the Anatomy teacher and all their students ship them but they’re too awkward to notice the other one crushing on them, so the students take it into their own hands.
Warning - some vulgar language. extreme cuteness. teen!Avengers :)))
A/N: btw the narration in this fic might seem a little salty, but that’s only cause I’m really salty right now about some stuff.
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“Can you overgrown children give me like five minutes of peace?” She tells her overbearing students, they groan.
“But mom!” Her most annoying student shouted, she rolls her eyes at the boy. Her students had made a habit of calling her mom and it was by far very annoying.
“Tony, you call me mom one more damn time-”
“Ooh! She said damn, that’s a bad word!” Another one of her troublemaking students shouted from the back of the class.
“If it’s a bad word, then why would you say it, Barnes?” She retorted, the boy deflated and sat back down. His boyfriend, Steve, laughing and trying to comfort him as his classmates laughed.
“You guys are high school seniors. I did not sign up to be a teacher to babysit a bunch of five year olds,” she complained, everyone in the class knew she was joking. She was just as rowdy and annoying as they were, it’s why this particular class was her favorite.
“Come on, Ms. Y/L/N, you know you love us,” Natasha, a troublemaking redhead sitting with her feet up on the desk, said with a barely noticeable smirk on her face.
“No you’re wrong. You’re all terrible and I hate you,” Y/N lied as she took a sip from her cup of coffee that sat on top of a pile of papers.
“YOU LOVE US!” Screamed Tony and Clint at the same time, jumping up from their seats and running up to her desk to hug her.
She couldn’t hide her smile then. Sure they were all extremely annoying and loud, but then again so was she.
“Actually no. You know who she does love?” Natasha starts, a smirk rising on her face.
The whole class quiets for a few seconds before they all yell out.
A red blush rises on Y/N’s cheeks at the mention of the AP Physics and Calculus teacher, Peter Parker. She tried to deny it every single time, but her students knew better.
“Oh come on guys, not this again!” She whines, and throws her head in an exaggerated exasperated groan.
Ever since Peter had been hired as the new Physics teacher, the students almost immediately began ‘shipping’ them together. The two of them had became close friends in the blink of an eye seeing as they were both huge science nerds, their students saw this. Continuously teasing the both of them about their crushes. Both of them trying their best to deny, but neither of them could lie well enough to a bunch of teenagers who knew and understood the signs of a crush.
“We will bring this up as many times as we can until you guys realize that there’s some major amor going on,” Sam says from the far right row of the class, chewing on his mechanical pencil as he not so discreetly tried to finish his Spanish homework before the bell rang.
The class agreed with him.
“Alright fine, we’ll play it like that. How about I bring up the topic of your grades?” She laughs as the majority of the class starts to beg her not to continue.
“That’s what I thought!” She shouts, laughing loudly at the defeated faces of her students.
For the remainder of the class they reviewed the cardiovascular system for the test they were going to have next class.
The bell rings and the bustling students jumped around in excitement for lunch, “Bye Ms. Y/L/N!” they all shouted.
“Get out! Go to lunch!” She jokingly yells, they laugh and push each other out of the classroom.
Y/N smiles to herself and begins to grade papers from another class.
“Ms. Y/L/N?” She hears a voice say, she looks up and turns her head to see the only freshman student in her class full of seniors.
“Wanda, what are you still doing here? You should be at lunch,” she says in a concerned tone.
“I know but I have a test in European History that I have to study for, and I wanted to ask something of you,” she explains.
“Oh that’s right, I forgot, you have all senior classes. What can I help you with?”
“Could I get some extra credit or something to raise up my grade? I have a college interview in a few days and they’ll be looking at my grades,” the girl asks, clutching her history textbook in her hands.
“Wanda, you already have an A in this class…”
“Yeah, I know but it’s a 99% because of that B that I got on the quiz about the systemic and pulmonary circuits, I was distracted that day,” she wasn’t directly saying it but she was begging for another chance, and Y/N didn’t need any more pressing from her pleading student.
“Do you want to retake the quiz? I doubt you’ll get another B,” she offers, Wanda’s eyes light up.
“Yes please!” Y/N chuckles at the young girl's’ enthusiasm and rummages through some folders for an empty sheet of the specific quiz.
She finds it and hands it to Wanda who hurriedly grabs it and sits at the nearest desk. Wanda finishes the quiz in minutes before finally scribbling her name and class period on top. Y/N grades her paper in front of her, and to no one’s surprise, she got a perfect 100.
“Oh my god, what a surprise…” Y/N mumbles, Wanda giggles to herself.
The door opens and the two women turn to look at the door.
There Mr. Parker stood at the doorway holding a bag of food that smelled strongly of New York takeout, he saw Wanda standing in front of Y/N’s desk and blushed.
“Should I come back or…?” He trails off.
“No need Mr. Parker, I was just leaving. Thanks Ms. Y/L/N!” Wanda says as she begins to walk to the door.
Peter walks into the room and sets the food down on the desk. Y/N looks behind Peter to see Wanda giving her an enthusiastic thumbs up, then pointing at both Y/N and Peter and making a heart with her fingers. Y/N got up and removed her sneaker before chucking it at the girl, Wanda dodged it and quickly left the class.
Her unmistakable laughter bouncing off the walls of the hallway.
Y/N sat back down to see Peter looking at her weirdly. “What was that about?” He asked opening the container of takeout food, Y/N blushed immensely.
Wanda runs into the lunchroom in search of her friends, the seniors.
They sat in their usual table, eating away at the chicken wings that were being served today.
“Guys! Guys!” She shouts as she nears the table, they turn their heads to look at their freshman friend.
“Ms. Y/L/N and Mr. Parker are in her class right now eating lunch together! He bought her food!” She yells excitedly, the table gasps.
“Seriously?!” Natasha exclaims.
“We’re gonna go spy on them, right?” Clint asks, licking the ketchup off his fingers and wiping his hands on his pants.
They all snuck out of the lunchroom without getting caught and made their way to Ms. Y/L/N’s classroom. The door had a little rectangular window for them to see through, it wasn’t big enough for all of them but luckily Clint had special access to the school’s air ducts.
Especially the one in Ms. Y/LN’s classroom.
He unlocked his phone and FaceTimed Natasha and pointed the camera at the future couple. Outside of the classroom, the group crowded around Natasha and her phone. They all quieted down and watched the two awkwardest and nerdiest people in the world attempt to have a conversation without mentioning science and or Star Wars.
Both of them failing miserably.
They had somehow gotten into an incredibly deep conversation about Star Wars conspiracy theories.
“Oh my god, these fucking nerds!” Tony whispers, the rest of the group agrees.
“We gotta do something or they’re gonna spiral into a never ending conversation about Darth motherfucking Vader,” Steve says, Bucky nods agreeing with his hunky beefcake.
“Yeah, someone text Barnes and tell him to do something about this…whatever this is,” Bucky says waving his hand for emphasis.
Tony quickly pulls out his phone, his thumbs running over the screen in a blur. A few seconds later, his eyes read a message on the screen.
“He wrote, ‘On it ;)’.”
They all began to silently think of what Clint had in store for their two favorite teachers.
In the air duct, Clint quietly pulled two small rocks from his pocket. He had been planning on throwing them at some kid who messed with him earlier but this was more important.
The air duct he was hiding in was directly above Y/N’s desk but both her and Peter were facing away from him so this was the perfect opportunity.
“So I wanted to ask you something and excuse me if it makes you uncomfortable, but…do your students say anything about us…you know– uh, liking each other?” Peter asks, Y/N almost chokes on her teriyaki chicken but hides it with a strong cough.
“Ehh sometimes, why do you ask?” She lies straight through her teeth and hides her blush by looking down at her lap.
“Well, because-uh they’re always telling me that you…have a crush on me, and that apparently it’s pretty obvious…”
Her hands were now numb and she wanted to disintegrate into thin air.
‘No shit, you fucking idiot,’ she thought.
“Uhh well, I-I wouldn’t say obvious b-but, I mean-” she couldn’t think of anything to say and now she really wanted to die.
Clint couldn’t watch his favorite teacher suffer anymore so he slowly and quietly opens the air duct by removing the detachable air grille.
He throws the first rock at the door, the two teachers turn to the door thinking that someone had knocked. Y/N stands up to open the door, she looks through the little window but when she sees no one she turns back.
Then, Clint throws the second rock right into Peter’s shirt causing him to stand up and spill chicken fried rice covered in soy sauce all down Y/N’s t-shirt.
“Oh shit, fuck! I’m sorry!” He exclaimed trying to apologize.
He grabbed a few napkins and tried to wipe off the soy sauce stains but only making it worse.
“No, i-it’s fine it-”
“I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t mean-”
Both were too flustered to let one another finish their sentence. By now Peter wasn’t wiping anything except for her chest, it took a few seconds for both of them to notice exactly what he was touching.
The blushing idiots finally decided to pull away from each other, and chuckle nervously at their current situation.
“Come on, come on.” Natasha mumbles under her breath as her and the group continue to watch from her phone.
Y/N and Peter were now pretending that the whole thing didn’t happen but the stain on Y/N’s light gray shirt said otherwise. Finally, the two of them mustered up enough confidence to actually say something intelligent.
“Would you like to go out sometime?” They asked simultaneously.
They both chuckle nervously, “I know it’s not the best time to ask, but…I-I’ve been meaning to ask you for a while and I just didn’t know if you…”
She smiles, “Well I do, and I’d love to go out with you.”
At that moment, the group started cheering completely forgetting that the hallway echoed.
“Yes OTP!” Sam shouts, almost immediately slapping his hand over his mouth.
“What the hell?” Y/N mumbles and walks over to the door, seeing their teachers walk toward them the entire group got up and hauled ass back to the lunchroom, the sound of shoes squeaking and stomping on the floor along with the loud swears coming from the teenagers themselves could be heard from inside the classroom.
Clint watching them run on his phone cursed out loud, “Shit!” he said, his eyes widened.
Both Peter and Y/N turned to the vent, “Wha-Clint!” Y/N yelled when she realized what was happening.
There was no point in being quiet now, Clint shimmied down the vent before his teacher crawled in after him.
Peter and Y/N stood there helpless.
“I’m gonna kill them.”
The next day when the matchmakers walked into Calculus, a class that Peter taught, they all sat next to each other. Being the only people in the school that knew that the two teachers that everyone has been shipping were finally together had its advantages. They’ve been trading test answers for gossip all morning.
The school was bustling with the news.
Y/N Y/L/N and Peter Parker were finally together.
Even Principal Fury and Assistant Principal Hill were excited about it.
When Peter sees them sitting innocently in their seats, he turns to them.
“I don’t know whether to say thank you or goodbye, she was pretty angry.”
“Ah, she’ll get over it once you give her that good nerd loving,” Sam jokes, Peter blushes and a tries to hide a very noticeable smile.
“Ew dude, that’s our mom you’re talking about,” Tony says.
Clint perks up.
“Speaking of mom, we’re not calling you dad.”
A/N: I had way too much fun with this. This was mostly about the teen!Avengers, but honestly I live for that AU.
i want to see all the kids hang out together, Miro and Todoroki discussing maneuvers, Tokoyami and Mina talking about fashion and music, Aoyama and Iida discussing their place in the class, Ochako and Kouda playing around with his bunny, Tetsutetsu and Izuku enjoying a movie together after a hard battle, Kaminari and Hagakure playing hide and seek for training, Shouji taking care of his sick classmates b/c his arms make it easy, Momo teaching the kids more in subjects they’re not good at, shopping trips, movie nights, introspective moments, Sero sticking himself to the ceiling on a dare and the class cheering him on and watching to see how long he can stay stuck up there, etc
i want to see the adults hang together. i wanna see Midnight hang out with All Might and Aizawa try to sleep while Ms. Joke or Mic are fucking around near him, i wanna see Midnight play with Aizawa’s hair and style it in different cute ways, i wanna see Mic collapse after a long day’s work and the other teachers staying quiet for him b/c he’s had a hard day, i want to see Recovery Girl scold them all for pushing themselves too hard and make them rest for a day
i wanna see Gran Torino teach the class one day and see what kinda reaction the kids would have to him and vice versa, how Gran would treat Bakugou and how Bakugou would react to this being his hero’s teacher, how would Bakugou knowing about OFA affect that relationship, would Gran berate Toshi for it? i wanna know
i wanna see Stain eventually team up with the heroes once shit goes down b/c his morals align with them and even if he’s extremist, the reasons he acts the way he does is to create truer heroes in the world
welcome to reasons you should watch bbc’s class, by me, a trashcan:
• a diverse cast
• canon gay relationship established in the first episode
• sikh boy that overcomes grief and his footballer stereotype to just be awesome
• strong m/f friendships
• it’s funny. like really funny
• canon relationships and poc aren’t fetishised or sexualised
• not one character is ignored
• does not fall into predictable tropes or use predictable plot devices
• poc and foreign characters that are proud of their cultures and educate others on them
• cinnamon roll alien prince
• a* character development
• a sikh educating a white girl on his religion, beliefs and choices
• the theme of morality and grief
• pop culture references
• relatable characters. none of them are perfect
• doesn’t shy away from sex or suicide
• smart girl that has been moved up a year but also has the funniest lines
• adorable relationships
• that also have things to work through like real life relationships
• alien war criminal that likes cat memes
• tackles issues such as homophobia
• teen characters act like teens
• the best one-liners
• kick ass girl that defies expectations and accidentally becomes an alien king
• the families of the teens are not just left out but included in the action
• the characters’ interactions with said families are important to them and propel the plot forward
• “I don’t like knives”
• polish cinnamon roll that manages to be chill all the time until his boyfriend is in danger then he’s a bamf
• disabled characters that aren’t defined by their disabilities
• the cast are awesome
• it’s doctor who for young adults
• watch it
Lost And Then Found —
Ted E. Bear’s Grand Aquarium Adventure
Late one afternoon, Security Officers Sylvia and Kevin found a lost teddy bear belonging to a visiting school. After locating the owners, they took him on a tour of the Aquarium to pass the time before he could be returned. Here is the tale of Ted E Bear’s Grand Aquarium Adventure.
Don’t worry, don’t panic. This has happened before.
Yep—I’m just here by myself, alone on the floor. I guess things aren’t fine, since no adieu was truly bid… Oh my goodness, my gracious, just where is my kid?!
Maybe the teacher brought everyone back to the kelp? Nope, nobody. OK, uh—yeah, I may need a little help.
Excuse me coral, apologies, I don’t mean to vent But perhaps you know where exactly my kid went?
I guess I’ll just finish the visit on my own, that’s not so bad. When you’re happy as a clam there’s no reason to be sad.
*Sniff* No, this really isn’t fun to be alone with the fish! I want to find my kid! Please, I just have this simple wish!
- Hey little buddy! Aw—are you lost my dear? - Yes! I can’t find my kid! I’m alone forever I fear! - What’s your name? We’re Kevin and Sylvia and we care. - Thank you so much for your help. My name’s Ted E. Bear.
- Not to worry, helping you get unlost is part of our job! - Really? Oh wow, oh thank you—you’re most—oh *SOB!*
There there Mr. Bear we’ll find your kid, post haste! Now let’s make sure your visit doesn’t go to waste!
- Check it out, I helped raise this little purple-striped jelly! - Wow, it’s really beautiful—awesome job there Tommy! - Want to give it a shot? I’ll bet you’re great at animal care. - Wow, I don’t think I could—I’m just a little plush bear!
- Nonsense, you got this. Here’s a scraper—it’s all in the wrist! - How’s that? - Perfect! Look at you—you’re a budding jelly Aquarist!
- Whoa, what’s this class—I get to feed the fishes?! - Yep! But to pass, you’ll need to wash the dishes!
- The control room is cool! - You’re eating it up like a glutton! - What’s this switch here? - DON’T TOUCH THE RED BUTTON!
- Want to help us greet our guests—Jasmine needs an intern! - Oh wow, a job at the Aquarium—it will be so much fun to learn!
Learn… Where do I remember hearing that word… SCHOOL! My kid! I have to get back! But… working here would be so cool!
Oh me, oh my—I really want to help conserve the great blue sea! And… being there for my kid is the way for me to fulfill my destiny!
- OK, let’s find my school—what assistance can I show? - Oh, we already found them. - Really, when?! - About 8 hours ago.
- Well, then let’s get this show on the road! Box me up, make sure I’m safe and stowed! - Can do Ted E! We wish you the best on your journey! Thanks for stopping by, say hello to your school family!
Dear Sylvia and Kevin, I made it back to class safe and sound. The teachers were so happy to tell the kids I had been found. Thanks for teaching me to find my dreams and in my heart carry ‘em. Much love from your Beary-best friend, Ted- E, to the Monterey Bay Aquarium!
Thanks so much to Ms. Bizon’s class and the Sea Breeze School in Foster City for letting us host Ted E for the day—albeit accidentally! We hope to sea him again soon!
Summary; Dan Howell hates him. He hates that black haired boy that wears a varsity jacket and smells like peaches and oh goes by the name Phil Lester. He takes joy out of ruining Dan’s life and he hates him. Well he hates him until a round of spin the bottle commences.
Jesse rubbed his eyes and stuffed his books into his bag. He shut his locker just as Dan pulled him down the hall. Someone with red hair decided that he wanted to sleep in this morning and forget to pick his best friend up like he did every morning.
“It’s only Ms. Rogers class, calm down.” Jesse mumbled.
“Don’t tell me to calm down.”
Jesse rolled his eyes and let Dan pull him down the hall.
For Adrien, history was not his best subject. His grade was
barely passing when he was home schooled, and he had to put in extra effort in
public school. Even Plagg of all
people tried to help him without a single sarcastic remark. Apparently his
kwami was more than a bit of a history buff. As a result of his struggles,
Adrien hung on Ms. Bustier’s every word when it came time for history.
“Elisabeth of Valois, despite being a young queen, did not
get that much done during her nine-year reign due to her death during
My sophomore English teacher was the worst! We’ll call her Ms. V.
I was literally always failing Ms. V’s class because I “didn’t turn in my papers”. I would have to go through all the other classes papers to find them like weekly. Very illegal. Then stand there watch her grade and put it on the online grade book and have my mom screen shot it at home and save it on her computer so she couldn’t remove it later. She hated me and I have no reason why. Apparently she always chose a kid every year to do that to according to upperclassmen. Her biggest mistake was telling me no one ever made an A in her class. Left that class with a 98.
Most memorable after that with Ms. V was her vs my Doe-Eyed friend. So Doe-Eyes had a bladder infection the second half of the school year, poor girl, and was allowed to go to the bathroom whenever. Ms. V never checked her email so she had no clue. When Doe-Eye asked to go to the bathroom Ms
V was like “You know you’re not allowed to go to the bathroom in my class”. Doe-Eye embarrassingly explained why she couldn’t hold it but Ms. V told her no did Doe-Eye was like well I’m going anyways. Everything was frozen for like 3 seconds after Doe-Eye left, suddenly it came alive and Ms. V threw her pencil across the room, it hit like three people, before chasing Doe-Eye down the hall. After that it was anarchy in the classroom. Ms. V was never able to gain ball control of us entirely. We were so terrible to her after that she cried like 4 times over the course of the rest of the year. I don’t know how she didn’t get fired because she always had complaints from parents about what their children where telling them happened in that class.
Stopping at the top of the stairs, she turned around, her hands flying to the back of her thighs as she tugged down at the fabric. A cheeky smile spread across her face as Mr. Jeon looked up at her from the bottom of the stairs, frowning. He cleared his throat.“I don’t understand why I have to remind you every time I see you, Miss (Y/L/N),” he scolded as he continued to make his way to the top of the stairs where she stood patiently. “You’ve been here for years and yet-“
She laughed, running a hand through her hair. “I know, I know,” she dramatically sighed, “But how else would I get Mr. Jeon’s attention?” she asked. He stood in front of her with his hands in his pockets, a blue clipboard snug under his arm. She couldn’t help but stare at his light brown hair that matched with the pale blue tie wrapped around his neck.
Jungkook gave the girl a small smile, “As flattering as that is (Y/N),” he cooed, “Wearing your school skirt as if it’s a belt doesn’t attract any good attention from me.” He stated with another (rather fake) smile. The young teacher stepped pass and continued to make his way to the second floor of the building. The hallways were simmering down as students began settling into their first class, only a few students scattered around the halls in search for their room. It was a peaceful Monday morning in which Jungkook had the first class off, taking his time to leisurely stroll around the school to his office before having to scold a young girl.
(Y/N) was a good student. Good friends, good grade and a good report. Nothing out of the ordinary appeared in her life. However, it was no doubt around the school that she had started to develop an interest on the young transfer teacher from the city. Jungkook had noted the long stares sent his way during his classes.
“I was just kidding!” (Y/N) laughed, following Jungkook with a pep in her step. Her skirt, now slightly above her knee flowed as she skipped next to Jungkook. Trying to avoid her curious stares, Jungkook continued to make his way to the teacher’s staffroom- his safe haven.
“I like you, Mr. Jeon.”
He chuckled, “Well I am a good teacher.”
“No, you know what I mean…”
His feet picked up the pace as he tried to avoid her confession. But with no surprise, she picked up her pace to match his.
“And you know that you are my student.” He quipped.
(Y/N) opened her mouth again, ready to protest before Jungkook swiftly turned around, bumping into her. She let out a squeak before taking a step back, “Jungkook-“
“Mr. Jeon,” he corrected, eyes narrowing.
She smiled sheepishly, “Mr. Jeon. I’m just saying that you’re not even that much older! Plus,” she added, holding up one finger, “I’ll be graduating in almost a month!”
Jungkook adjusted the knot of his tie, the white button down shirt moving with him, revealing toned arm muscles. (Y/N) looked away quickly before he could notice the peachy hue across her cheeks. “(Y/N), just because you’re graduating soon does not mean that I’m interested in pursuing a relationship with you,” he said, “Why don’t you go after someone like Namjoon or Jimin?” he asked.
A look of disgust erupted within her, “Namjoon? Jimin? They’re just friends.”
Jungkook laughed before turning away from her, a perfect view of his back presenting itself. Fishing inside his black dress pants he pulled out the silver key, to unlock the staff room door. Swinging it open, he looked over his shoulder. (Y/N) stared into his back, admiring every inch of his body. He smirked, clearing his throat. “Go to class (Y/N).” he ordered before pushing the green door behind him.
It gently closed with a click and (Y/N) was left staring at a blank door. A small frown placed upon her lips as she turned on her heel and began walking off to her first class. In a flash, the innocent pout had instantly turned into a smile, “Stupid Joy,” she chuckled.
Jungkook planted himself into his desk chair with a thud, a loud sigh escaping his lips. Taking a sip of his coffee, his eyes locked onto a small penguin post-it note pinned into the cork board above his desk. The small penguin his co-workers gave him after his second week of teaching at the school.
‘Number of confessions for Jungkook’
Chuckling (and almost spilling his coffee), he placed the white mug down and reached for the little note. With a small smirk, he clicked open his pen and scribbled out the number and replacing it.
The class was silent when (Y/N) opened the door. Ms. Kwon turned away from the board, frowning as she glanced down at her wrist watch. “You’re 15 minutes late (Y/N)…” she pondered before she looked up at her,”You’re never late?”
(Y/N) let out a laugh, scratching her cheek, “I had to go to the bathroom,” she muttered.
Ms. Kwon nodded, pointing at (Y/N)’s desk, “Write this down then.”
Nodding, (Y/N) bee-lined towards the empty seat as everyone looked at her. It was strange to see a punctual girl like her to be late. 15 minutes late too. Embarrassed and annoyed, (Y/N) unpacked all her belongings and settled into her desk. Why did Jungkook take so long to get to school? She thought.While Ms. Kwon began to write on the board again, (Y/N) leaned over to the desk in front of her.
“Joy,” she whispered.
Dark hair brushed her friend’s shoulders as she turned to face (Y/N), an excited look on her face. “Well?” she asked, “Did you do it?”
Rolling her eyes, (Y/N) nodded. “Yeah and I made myself extra clingy, now give me the money!”
Joy grimaced, “Damn, you really are cheap.”
(Y/N) grinned, shoving her hand in Joy’s face, “A deal is a deal.”
With a huff, the older girl reached into her blazer and slapped a crumbled note into (Y/N)’s wavering palm, “Can’t believe you confessed to Mr. Jeon for $10,” she mumbled, “Where’s your pride (Y/N)?”
She laughed, shoving the money into her blazer pocket, “I don’t mind losing a little bit of my pride for extra cash, Joy.” She explained, “At least I was pretending. What more if I actually liked Jungkook?”
It was a Tuesday morning when you stood outside of the
classroom, back leaning against the wall. The early sun shone strobes of light
through the hallway windows. The corridor was alive with students shuffling
around, shoes squeaking against the freshly polished floor. You waited
patiently for Joy. “How long does it take to pee?” you mumble, kicking a piece of
paper around the ground, hands shoved in your pockets. You and Joy were making
your way to Ms. Kwon’s class before Joy had run off to the bathroom without
The whole morning you were getting various looks from
different students around the school. Even walking towards the gate, you had
encountered a bunch of girls looking at you curiously. Maybe it was your un-brushed
hair or scrunched up socks. Sleeping late last night definitely showed its
rough consequences. You sighed, untangling your hair by running your fingers
through the strands. Ten minutes had gone by and the hallways had started to
grow quiet. Quickly glancing into the classroom, you couldn’t see Ms. Kwon
inside yet so you remained still. Before turning back into the hallway, you
caught Namjoon and Jimin staring at you before chuckling and whispering to
themselves. You scoffed, wondering what they were up to.
Looking over your shoulder, Jungkook stood in front of you
alongside Min Yoongi. You gulped. “Good morning, Mr. Jeon,” you greeted,
lifting your back off the wall and fixing your hair once more. Jungkook smirked
at your fussiness before adverting his gaze back to your classmate.
“I heard you’re really good at English (Y/N),” Jungkook
stated. You nodded, shifting your gaze to Yoongi. His hair was dyed blonde and
his top two buttons were undone. Noticing your stare, Yoongi met your eyes and
gave a sly wink. You silently cringed at the gesture and looked up at Jungkook.
“Well,” he said, “How would you like to help out Mr. Min over here?” he
suggested happily, wrapping his arm around Yoongi. You watched your classmate
pull a face of disgust before shrugging his elder off.
“I told you not to treat me like a baby, Jeon,” he muttered,
shoving his sleeves above his elbows. Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head.
You gulped once more. Teach? English? To Yoongi? You couldn’t
even imagine the scenario. Yoongi kept to himself most of the time in class.
You always noticed he had earphones in as he sat at in the middle of class,
dozing off. You recall the amount of times Namjoon and Jimin would poke fun at
him whilst he slept. It was so common that even Ms. Kwon allowed him to sleep
as long as his music doesn’t disturb the class. You never had any significant
interaction with him. Besides the one time where you bumped into him as he was
sleeping and all he mumbled was, “Annoying.”
You blinked, “Help Yoongi with English?”
Jungkook nodded, “Just for a while until he gets more confident
in his exams!”
“I do fine in my exams,” Yoongi said.
“You got a C,” Jungkook quipped, “plus you spelt ‘Ugly’ in English as ‘Jimin’.” Yoongi chuckled, eyes everywhere but on you. You continue to
stand awkwardly in front of the two. Where the hell was Joy?
“So,” he said, “Can you do it?” Jungkook asked.
His hair was neatly styled today, unlike yesterday. A sleek
side part that had split his usual rugged bangs into two neat curls that
revealed his forehead. His tie was a dark red with white tiny embroidered
flowers. You had to admit that he looked good today.
Yoongi gazed at your pondering face, “Look, you don’t have
“Okay,” you said.
Yoongi’s eyes slightly widened, “Okay?”
You met his gaze and smiled, “Yeah, why not? It’ll be fun, I
guess,” you said. You waited for a response from the blonde but no emotion
radiated off his body.
Jungkook released his grip from Yoongi and clapped his hands
together, “Great! Thank you (Y/N)!” He grinned at you widely and then turned to
Yoongi, “If your grades go up by 15% by the next exam, (Y/N) will stop
tutoring you, deal?”
Yoongi stared up at Jungkook, a blank expression stamped
onto his face, “Deal.” Jungkook reached out and shook Yoongi’s hand with a
“No way!” Joy screamed.
You hummed, taking a spoonful of yogurt into your mouth. The
sweet honey flavour made you close your eyes for a bit. After your encounter
this morning, you couldn’t help but think about Yoongi and all the possible
scenarios that could take place.
“Yes way,” you said. It was already the middle of the day
and you felt exhausted. You sat down with Joy on a bench outside one of the
school blocks. It was your favourite spot for the both of you. Fairly quiet
with the sun shining brightly. You sighed, “I don’t even know how to teach him
English without him chopping my head off…” you mumbled, swirling your spoon in
the little tub of yogurt.
Joy huffed, “What are you on about?” she asked as she sipped
on her banana milk. “Yoongi is nice!”
You raised an eyebrow at her, “What did you just say?”
She rolled her eyes, “He’s just reserved. Just because he
doesn’t dick around like Namjoon and Jimin doesn’t mean he’s instantly some
mafia king,” she explained.
Again, you were mesmerised by her choice of words, “Mafia
“You know what I mean!” she whined, taking another sip of
her milk through a straw.
Joy was your one and only best friend ever since you had transferred
at school one year ago. Being the new student isn’t always easy and you were
grateful that the girl with dark hair and bubbly eyes had captured you as her
best friend. You loved her and her crazy vocabulary and you were inseparable
You scrapped the remaining yogurt at the bottom of the
container, “Don’t you have a crush on Jimin?” you asked.
Joy’s eyes shifted to the trees around her, “I don’t recall
ever stating my feelings towards Park Jimin.” You laughed, leaning over to
flick her forehead. “Ow!” She huffed as she shoved your arm away, earning
“Whatever,” you sighed, “It was just weird that Jungkook had
asked me and not someone like Taehyung or Wendy.” You glanced down at your
wristwatch. You had a few minuted left before class started again. You kicked
at the green grass beneath your feet, wondering.
“Maybe he likes you, Jungkook I mean,” Joy said as she began
to fold the straw into weird shapes. “Maybe your confession opened his mind up
and now he has a crush on you too,” she giggled.
Joy flinched as you leaned over only for you to rest your
head against her shoulder. “You know I did that as a bet Joy,” you reminded
her, playing with your fingers.
She hummed, “Sure.”
You frowned, “What do you mean ‘Sure’?”
Joy lifted your head up and you whined. She smiled, “(Y/N)
you’re telling me that you never had a crush on Mr. Jeon?”
You gasped, “What? No!”
She smirked, “Every time I look at you, it seems like you’re
imagining what he would look like naked.”
You gagged as Joy laughed at your reaction, “Never! Plus,”
you added, pointing a finger at her,” You’re the one that imagines Jimin naked
every time he talks in front of the class.”
4 o’clock had hit by the time you were sitting in the
library. The smell of paper had filled your lungs with a happy smile. The
school library was nearly empty as students had decided to go home. But you
remained at the spot Yoongi had promised to meet you at in the morning. You
glanced at the clock on the wall.
“Did he forget?” you asked yourself. You both had agreed to meet fifteen minutes ago.
Another five minutes had passed by and you decided to pack
up your things. Before you slipped your bag on, a familiar blonde head had
rushed into the doorway. “(Y/N)?!” he yelled out. The few people in the library
had turned their heads to the puffed out Yoongi. The librarian, Mrs. Kim frowned
at his tone.
You raised your hand awkwardly, not wanting to attract
further attention. Yoongi looked around before laying eyes on you beside the window. A small smile
erupted from his face as he made his way towards you. “Sorry I’m late,” he said
as he planted himself in the chair across from you, “I had to make a call.”
You nodded, sitting back down into your chair.
Yoongi noticed your bag on your back, “Were you going to
leave?” he asked in a weird tone. You couldn’t read his face whenever he did
You shook your head as he raised a brow, “I thought you
weren’t coming so I was going to go eat,” you explained before taking off your
bag.You noticed his lack of reply so you smiled at him, “It’s okay though! You’re here now.”
As you dug into your bag for your English book, Yoongi watched
you silently. A blank expression still on his unreadable face. Your hair was
messily tied in a ponytail and your cheeks were flushed with a pink hue.
“Yeah, I’m here now…” he mumbled to himself.
“So what is an adjective?” you asked.
“A word that describes a noun.” Yoongi replied.
“An example?” you asked.
“A pretty flower,” he said.
You smiled, “Good!”
You had been teaching Yoongi for almost an hour in the
library. Everyone had gone home including Mrs. Kim. The sky was fading into a
swirl of orange and blue as the light had dimmed inside the building. After a
few more paragraphs of reading and writing, you leaned back into your chair and
stretched your arms, reaching towards the ceiling.
You sighed as you craned your neck to look outside, “It’s
getting dark, we should call it a day.”
You looked at Yoongi with a satisfied smile, “Good work,”
Yoongi paused before closing his books, “Thanks.”
The school felt a bit different when it was the late
afternoon. No one was screaming or laughing. There were no teachers scolding
Namjoon and Jimin. Joy had to leave after school in order to make it in time
for her shift at the local café. The world seemed to be a bit quiet with just
you and Yoongi walking out of the school gates. You noticed Yoongi had one ear
bud in the whole time you were studying up until now. “What do you listen to
all the time?” you asked.
Yoongi who was in a daze had turned his attention towards
you, “Music,” he said.
You chuckled, “Must be nice music.”
You came to halt at the front of the gates and Yoongi gave
you a look. “I’m taking the train so I’m going down this way,” you explained as
you pointed to the other street. Yoongi nodded but didn’t say a word. You gave
him a small smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow then, same place and time?”
He nodded again.You waved before turning away from the quiet blonde and
began walking down the street.
“Good job today (Y/N).”
You stopped in your tracks and gazed over your shoulder.
Jungkook walked up to you with a smile on his face, “I finished marking papers
the same time as I saw you awkwardly waving Min Yoongi goodbye.” He chuckled. You rolled your eyes and continued walking, Jungkook by your side.
You scoffed, “It was not awkward.”
Jungkook tilted his head to the side, “It kind of looked like a
puppy learning how to shake its owner’s hand for the first time?”
A laugh escaped your lips and Jungkook smiled down at you. The streets
were quiet as you both continued walking down the empty street. You tried not
to be too obvious of the glances you were giving him. Jungkook’s sleeves were
rolled messily up his arms and his tie seemed to be loosened around the collar.
His hair was no longer sleekly parted but ruffled and dishevelled.
“Don’t you drive, Mr. Jeon?” you asked curiously, not making
eye contact with him. The gentle afternoon breeze hit the both of you, your
hair sweeping against your neck.
“I like to take the train most days,” he said, “Only the
late afternoon trains though, so I can avoid girls like you.”
Your eyes narrowed, “Girls like me?”
He nodded, drumming his fingers against the strap of his
shoulder bag. It was ridiculous how young Jungkook looked. He looked more like
a student than anything else if it weren’t for his tie and fancy dress shoes.
You wondered what Jungkook looked like as a high schooler. Probably a coconut with glasses.
“Girls who confess to me and then follow me wherever I go,”
Running a hand through your flowing hair you sighed, “Mr.
Jeon that was a bet, I hope you realise that I don’t actually want to follow
you wherever you go.”
Jungkook stopped on the sidewalk, making you look back with
a curious glance.
“A bet?” he asked.
You nodded as he continued to walk by your side, “Joy said
she would give me $10 if I confessed to you without throwing up.”
The young teacher laughed, one hand on his stomach as he
leaned forward. “How desperate were you?”
You laughed, joining him in a small fit. “Hey! $10 is a lot
for a teenager!”
Jungkook continued to laugh as he held two hands up in defence,
A few minutes of silence had passed before he asked you, “Why would you throw up?”
You looked up at him, “Why would I like my teacher?”
Jungkook chuckled as he looked up at the fading sky, “You’re right.”
By the time you reached the station, Jungkook and you had
your fair share of laughs. You both stood on the platform, waiting. As
the train pulled up along the platform, Jungkook glanced at his phone before
gasping, “Crap! I’m supposed to be on the other platform!”
You laughed at his face as he looked up at the little
display that had all of the train routes and times, “Mr. Jeon are you serious?”
He nodded as the train doors opened and people stepped out.
A man walked out onto the platform. Not paying attention to you, he bumped into
your small frame. Stumbling back, Jungkook gripped onto your arm.
“Are you okay?” he asked as you stared up at him. His face
was too close to yours, a smug grin on his face. Embarrassed, you shook him off and regained your
posture. You sputtered, “Yeah thanks.” Stepping into the train carriage, you
turned to face Jungkook. He smiled, one hand waving gently. A mischievous gleam was his eyes as the corners
of his lips were curled upwards. You raised an eyebrow.
Jungkook remained on the platform, standing in front of you.
“A part of me hoped it wasn’t.” he said, slipping his hand back into his pockets.
You tilted your head to the side, “Huh?”
As the train doors began to close in, Jungkook’s smile grew. Your chest felt weird. You didn’t notice your hands balled up
into clammy fists against your skirt. You also didn’t notice the breath you’re holding. All you could see was Jeon Jungkook, your teacher, smile up at you with eyes you couldn’t look away from.
“A part of me would like to hope that it wasn’t a bet, (Y/N).” he said with a smile as the
train door fully closed. You watched, stunned as his figure began to disappear.
A/N: Part 2 to “Protective Tony x reader” has finally arrive!!!!!!!
Warnings: Graphic descriptions and images of sex/sexual activities.
“Tony! Tony wait up!” I jog after him in the hallway.
“What the hell was that back there?” I pant out, once I’ve finally reached him.
Tony sighs, turning around and looking at me.
“You’re my friend Y/N, I was just protecting you from Montgomery, that’s all.” He says.
I look down, slightly in disappointment. Of course he’s just protecting me from Montgomery. That’s what friends do right? A little part of me wishes there was another reason behind why Tony acted the way he did in the cafeteria, but I know that the possibility is highly unlikely.
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“Are you going to the party tonight?” I shrugged, writing down the equation on the board. “How do you not know?” I shrugged again, continuing with my notes.
“What do you mean? It’s a yes or no question.” I sighed, turning to my left and looking at Michelle.
“I don’t think I am, Friday’s are kind of my thing, you know?”
“Well, I’m going,” I narrowed my eyes at her. “What?”
“You hate parties – you hate most people! What do you mean you’re going?” She shrugged, about to answer, but someone’s voice sounded over hers.
“Michelle, (Y/N),” we looked up to see Ms. Warren looking at us from her spot at the front of the classroom, “is there something you have to share with the class? A new discovery?” I looked around at everyone, everyone’s eyes on us. I shrunk in my seat while Michelle maintained her usual slouched posture. “No?” We shook our head. “Good, then maybe you could let me finish what I have to share with the class?” We both nodded. “Good, as I was saying!” I looked up in time to see Peter Parker looking at me, smiling softly as he turned his gaze back to his laptop.
I was sitting quietly, listening to Ms. Warren, when I felt Michelle nudge my arm. I looked at her quickly, seeing her gesture down to the desk. I looked down to see a note. I opened it and placed it on top of my notebook, picking up my pen again to make it look like I was writing notes.
parker will be there.
I looked up at Peter, seeing him give his undivided attention to Ms. Warren. I smiled softly, quickly making it go away when I heard Michelle snicker. I picked up my pen and wrote back ‘i’m thinking about it a little harder’ as a response, shoving it back to Michelle. Rolling my eyes when she nudged me playfully.
Other than being on the badminton team to get out of having to take a gym class, you steered clear of sports. You hated the people, the double standards, and most importantly the fact that most of the school’s budget went to sports. You took part in theater and choir and dance and art and practically any visual/performing arts activity the school had to offer. By the end of your freshman year, you were helping out at the local elementary and middle schools that were putting on plays. Star basketball player, Zach Dempsey’s little sister was apart of play productions at her school.
After coming to one of her plays that you’d helped put on, you noticed Zach has made an effort to come over and speak with you. He seemed a little shy, but the two of you carried on a conversation perfectly fine. The week after that, you noticed Zach making an effort to talk to you every day. You didn’t think anything of it on the first day. Or the second. But things got suspicious after that. His friends started being nice to you. Justin started walking you to some of your classes, Sheri complimented your makeup. Marcus even offered to help you study. None of these people had really talked to you before. You stayed guarded. Your best friend had a history of dating jocks, but other than that, jocks had nothing to do with your personal life.
On this day, your best friend had gone home sick, the two of you didn’t drive, so you usually walked home together. With her absence, your earbuds became your friend for the walk home. You were still walking down the street in front of the school when you were jolted by a honk. You looked over to see a car driving by you slowly. The back seat held none other than Zach and Marcus. Justin filled the passenger seat, while Bryce drove.
“Need a lift home, Y/N?” You hear Bryce say, laughing under his breath. All the boys were staring at you, obviously waiting for an answer.
“Um, I’m fine, but thanks.” You went to put your earbud back in and continue on your walk.
“Got homework to do?” Justin asked. You swallowed. Not making direct eye contact with any of them.
"A lot, which is why I’m gonna get going.” You put the earbud in quickly this time. Walking off at a fast rate. They were, of course, in a car though, and you couldn’t exactly speed walk away from a car under most circumstances.
"We could get you there faster.” Marcus laughed. You could hear their various comments no matter how loud you played your music. Finally, you yanked both earbuds out.
"I’m really not trying to be a bitch. Really, I’m not. And I know none of you are used to hearing the word no. But there’s a first time for everything. No, I do not want to ride with you. I want to walk home, alone, listening to the music I want to listen to. I’ll see all of you at school tomorrow.”
You looked up at the sky, dark clouds were taking over, as well as winds. You, being in a short sleeve T shirt, crossed your arms over you chest and sped up, wanting to get home before the rain started. A minute later, you looked over and they were gone. You breathed a sigh of relief.
"Uh, Y/N?” You jump, startled once again. You look up to see Zach walking next to you. He grinned at you.
"I’ve been here for a solid minute, and you haven’t noticed. What is that you’re on, twitter?” You glared at him, walking even faster now.
"This could probably qualify as harassment. Where’d the car go?” You look around in the surrounding Parking lots and on the streets.
“I told them to go on without me. I wanted to talk to you.” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, still looking at you.
"Yeah, okay.” You mumbled, staring at the ground. You suddenly felt drops on your arms and on your head. It was beginning to rain.
“Shit.” You found yourself mumbling again.
You walked faster, not wanting the papers in your backpack to be completely drenched. You soon realized that Zach was a lot faster than you and could keep up with you. And suddenly, you had his letterman jacket draped over you.
"I’m fine.” You grumbled. He simply chuckled.
“You’re soaked.” He corrected. You rolled your eyes.
"And now you will be to.” He was in a tight blue T shirt, his arms crossed like yours. He smiled at you.
"Better me than you.” You gave him a side eye glance. He wanted to play gentleman, did he?
"Since when do I exist to you?” You adjusted the jacket to where it covered your head.
“What are you talking about? We’ve been friends since elementary school.” You scoffed, pursing your lips.
"Aren’t we friends?” You could feel him looking at you. You walked faster, he knew you weren’t friends before this. He knew you hadn’t talked since you’d been paired up in seventh grade science for a project.
"Do you really think we qualify as friends, Zach? Do you really think that?” You looked up at him. He looked a little hurt, but maybe like he knew you were right.
"Look, I know we just started hanging out but-” you stopped abruptly, catching him off guard.
"Hanging out? You call you and your friends following me around for a week straight ‘hanging out’? I call it creepy.” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. He hadn’t expected you to be so harsh and brash.
"I’m sorry okay? It’s just, my sister loved working with you so much and it just reminded me of some stuff.” He pushed his now sopping hair out of his face. You were a block away from your house, so you started walking again.
"Stuff being?” You persisted, though you walked ahead so you couldn’t see his reaction.
"It reminded me of why you’re the only girl I’ve ever really had a crush on.” You stopped. Sure, you were in front of your house, but you also couldn’t move. Zach Dempsey had a crush on you? Key word being had, but still.
"How? When? Where? W-” he cut you off this time. You were still in front of him but you heard him let out a sigh.
"Justin and them- they’re better than they seem. But they don’t get biology, or why I love it. Do you remember when we were paired up in Ms. Milton’s class in middle school for a project?” Zach looked at you. You opened the white picket fence that shut you away from your yard, walking inside the property.
"You can come in, Zach.” You held the fence open. He shuffled quickly inside. He looked surprised that you’d even invited him in. You walked up the path way and up to your porch, unlocking your front door.
"It’s not fancy like yours, but it’s home.” You held the door open for him once again and he walked inside, looking around.
"I’ll get you a towel.” You ran up the stairs, soon coming back down, handing him the towel. You gestured for him to follow you as you walked into the living room to sit on the couch. He sat next to you.
"What were you saying about Ms. Milton?” You didn’t want to let on that you knew exactly what had occurred in Ms. Milton’s class.
"Well- we were partners for a project. And- I let you pick the animal we’d do the project on. You picked whales. And I became so interested in sea life after that project. Now I wanna be a marine biologist. It all started in Ms. Milton’s.” He stared at you. He was serious. He’d been in love with you since the seventh grade.
"Yeah? Well you stopped talking to me in high school. I stopped mattering to any sports player once high school hit.” You didn’t make eye contact with him.
"Okay. Well, I thought I’d never have a chance as soon as I became a basketball player. But I’ve liked you so much- ever since middle school.” You looked up he was scratching the back of his neck.
"You do that when you get nervous.” You pointed out. He laughed a little.
"Oh yeah? When you’re anxious or nervous, you pick your nail polish off.” He was right. That was a nervous tick you had. Maybe he wasn’t such a liar after all.
"Listen, I’m sorry if the boys started to bombard you. They just- they hook up with a ton of girls and they were worried because I wasn’t into any girls they sent my way. When I finally told them about my.. thing for you, they went a bit nuts.”
You laughed a little. Justin and Marcus fucked anything that walked at parties. Bryce’s dad set it up so he could order strippers and prostitutes to come whenever he wanted. Zach was different from his friends. Everyone in the school knew it.
"Do you wanna stay for dinner Zach?” You blushed a little as you looked his way.
"Sure, but can I take you out for some food tomorrow night? Just us?”
You felt yourself blushing again. Defensive? Sure you were. But your heart was already fluttering at the idea of going to dinner with Zach Dempsey.