Prompt Request: “You’re the english teacher and instead of grading 4th grade papers you’re at the local bar as usual this time of the week. the regulars are there but that night Mr. Krupp, someone you’ve never seen in there before, comes in and sits next you since you’re a somewhat familiar face. you were never close with him before, but as the night goes on Mr. Krupp gets more friendly and gushy and starts talking about how youre his greatest friend, until he’s straight up flirting with you”
Warning: Alcohol use, some casual swearing, and a very tipsy principle. You are in your mid to late twenties.
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You swirled your glass, half full with whatever cider beer was on tap that night and picked at your mozzerella sticks. It was Friday evening around 7:00. Happy hour.
You knew you had to grade those spelling tests from Wednesday, but tonight you just couldn’t get into the mindset you wanted. So you had changed into a flattering outfit and headed to your local underground tavern for a quick pick-me-up. You were perched on your usual barstool ready to take some time to avoid reality.
It was pretty quiet for an evening happy hour, but that’s just what you liked. It was a modern bar with a few flatscreens playing commercials with no volume, but that was good because then you were able to tune into the Best Hits of the 80’s that serenaded the bar and drift off into your own mental fantasies. You needed a mental break from teacher life every now and then, and soon you had earned your own place as one of the regulars, along with the group of women who often complained about their kids and husbands, the guy who keeps attempting to make a pass at the waitresses until he gets dragged out, the businessmen who hold their meetings in one of the secluded large red leather booths in the back area, and the gravelly 60-something old man who told stories of his Polish fishing buddies. You were able to tolerate him the most, since he reminded you of a sweet grandfather figure.
But tonight he wasn’t there, so you were left even more alone with your thoughts that evening.
“Another beer, hun?”
You looked up from your half-eaten appetizer to see the bartender ready to take your glass away.
“No, not yet. Almost finished.” You said, taking a sip of the half full glass.
“I’ll take one.”
You heard a voice that sounded a bit familiar by your side. You glanced beside you only to find no one other than…
… your boss?!
You nearly spat out your beer when you witnessed him pulling up a stool next to you.
“Give me whatever they’re having.” He requested.
“Sure thing, hun.” The bartender nodded, and then disappeared to get his drink.
You blinked twice, swallowing the mouthful of cider you forgot you had in your cheek. “Krupp?! W-What are you doing here?”
The stout principle made himself comfortable as he swiveled his stool to face your direction.
“Well, I’ve been looking for a new place in town to take a load off if you know what I mean.. Those damn kids.. heh.” He rested his arm on the dark wood bartop.
“I saw you pop in here once or twice so I thought I’d give it a try, you know?” He smiled as the bartender places his glass in front of him.
“Thanks.” He said, handing her his card. “Can you open a tab for me? And put theirs on mine too.” He gestured over to you.
You were taken aback. First your crabby grump of a principle that you rarely talk to at school catches you going to a bar every week, then he suddenly wants to buy you a drink? Maybe one beer was enough for tonight…
“Thanks, but you don’t have to-..”
“Please, I insist!” He said, taking a sip of his beer. He raised an eyebrow. “Huh… I didn’t know you liked cider.”
You shrugged. “I really only like sweet things. I can’t take real hoppy beers.” You finished off your glass.
You went to ask for your bill, but Mr. Krupp’s voice overpowered yours as he got the bartender’s attention.
“Excuse me.” He started. “Can I get one of these for my friend here?” He pointed to a cocktail on the menu.
The bartender made her way over to look at the menu.
“Absolutely!” She said before walking off.
You shook your head. “What did you just order??”
Mr. Krupp grinned. “Trust me, you’ll like it. It’s basically a cider with cinnamon whiskey.”
You thought for a moment. That actually sounded pretty good. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all..
“Wait a minute.” You paused. “You referred to me as a friend..? Not a colleague or coworker?”
Mr. Krupp was about halfway through his glass now. Man he’s pretty fast.
“Yeah, why not? We’ve had pretty good conversations in the past haven’t we?” He laughed. “You’re probably the closest thing to a friend I have at that damn school.”
That didn’t make you feel any better. But then again, it did feel nice that you managed to get on his good side. That kind of feat deserves a Nobel Prize in itself.
“Well, if you ever want to have another one or just wanna get some drinks with somebody, you know where to find me now.” You joked, popping a mozzerella stick into your mouth.
You and Mr. Krupp shared a good laugh. And a few drinks later you two were red faced, warm giggling messes. You don’t know how but you had ended up deep in conversation about how your 3rd period English class all thought you had a crush on the janitor.
“I swear!!! It’s like, you mention you cleaned your classroom once to do the guy a favor and SUDDENLY all the kids think you like the guy, you know?!” You exclaimed, throwing your arms in the air. “He’s like 80 or something! And you should have seen those kids! 29 kids - 57 pencils lodged in the ceiling tiles.”
You wagged your finger at Krupp who himself was a disheveled mess, tie undone, lopsided toupee. But that didn’t stop him from having the time of his life.
“I should be taking their lunch money and having them pay for repairs!!! That’ll teach ‘em to mess with you!!!” He reached for his glass, sipping the last drop. He looked inside the glass.
“Maybe I-… *hic*… M-Maybe I had enough for one night..”
You giggled and guided his glass back down onto the table.
“I think we both have.” You agreed. You smiled and leaned back on your stool. “You know, Krupp… You aren’t half bad as people say you are. You don’t like kids, or other adults for that matter, and I respect that.”
“Heh… yeah…” His expression suddenly soften down. “You on the other hand, you love these kids. Sure they cause hell, but what do you do? You clean up after them so the janitor doesn’t have to? You’re a real angel, Y/N.”
You popped out of your drunken high for a millisecond to realize what he had just said.
“M-Mr. Krupp, why….” You weren’t sure if it was from the alcohol or the compliment but you were blushing hard for sure. You don’t think you’ve ever heard any sort of nicety come out of that grump’s mouth before.
“Yeah…” He continued. “You know you’re probably one of the most hard working teachers I’ve ever known, Y/N…”
You looked down at your lap, trying to process through your inebriated state what was happening.
“Th-Thank you.” You responded, picking at your fingers anxiously.
Mr. Krupp cleared his throat and picked at the last of the now-cold french fries he had gotten a while ago. “Yeah… I guess there is one adult I like after all…”
That statement couldn’t help but make you smile. “Really? Huh… I feel pretty honored.” You chuckled. “I guess I get special treatment then huh? Hehe, just kidding. Don’t want to make the other teachers jealous, right Krupp? ………. right…. Krupp…?”
His eyes were now strewn tightly shut, his hand placed firmly on his knees.
“Y/N….. I…..”
“A-Are you alright?” You asked concerned, placing a comforting hand on top of his.
He suddenly swiveled around, grabbing both of your hands in his.
“Y/N, I lied to you…. I wasn’t looking for a new bar… I was looking…. for you…” He sputtered.
“F-For me?!” You retracted your hands slightly from his grasp. “B-But why?!”
Mr. Krupp clenched his teeth. And shut his eyes tight before whipping around to gaze deep into your eyes.
“Y/N…. I want to take you someplace. Anyplace you want. I want to be the one to show you the world and more…” He was a complete mess now, lifting your hands softly in his.
“W-Wha….. What are you saying?” You watched as he stood up from his bar stool.
He was now eye level with you.
“Y/N, I’m saying… I’ve been in love with you ever since I hired you… I’ve been so afraid you would see me as a bad guy like all the others… You make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside when you tell me about your day. I want to be a part of it…”
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You replayed Mr. Krupp’s confession in your head two, maybe three times before having any sort of reaction.
You intertwined your fingers in his. He let out a soft gasp, looking down at your linked hands.
“Krupp….. I….. Yes…. ” You responded. “I would love to…”
He gave your fingers a small squeeze in excitement.
“Wait, really?!” He exclaimed. “Y-You really mean it?!” You’ve never seen his eyes lit up with so much delight before.
You nodded and leaned in to give him a small peck on the corner of his mouth. “Yes. I mean every word.” You whispered.
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That night you and Mr. Krupp had been too intoxicated to walk alone, let alone all the way back to his house, so you offered to let him sleep on your pull out sofa bed back in your apartment a few houses down. It was quite the walk, hanging onto each other for dear life. Was the sidewalk moving? Mr. Krupp stumbled over a crack a bit, but you managed to catch him just in time.
You came up to your front door and fiddled the key through the lock to let you both inside.
You brought him a some water while you got to work setting up the pull out bed.
“This is a nice place you have here, Y/N.” Mr. Krupp said as he scanned your living room, taking a sip from his cup.
“Thanks. A lot of this stuff was from my parents. They have way to much decor.” You said as you tucked in the blankets under the mattress. You brushed your hands off.
“And thanks again for letting me stay.. I really appreciate it.” He continued, taking a seat on the sofa bed and kicking off his shoes.
You helped him untangle his tie and remove his shirt as he crawled under the covers.
“It’s no trouble at all.” You said sweetly. You leaned in to give him a peck on his forehead, but your intoxicated sense of balance got the better of you and you toppled over beside him on the bed.
“Oof!!” You muffled into the mattress before falling into a giggle fit.
You rolled over onto your side, facing him, and he scooted himself over to make room for you next to him.
“Heh, I may as well just sleep here tonight.” You teased, lifting the covers over you.
Mr. Krupp blushed heavily, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. He nestled his face into the crook of your neck and mumbled.
“Yes….”
His hot breath on your skin sent a chill throughout your body. You returned the favor, holding him in a soft embrace. And before you knew it he was fast asleep in your arms.
He looked so happy. So at peace. Like you’ve just taken all his troubles and lifted them off his shoulders. You gave him one last kiss on his forehead, causing him to stir slightly. You both are going to have quite a bit to discuss in the morning, but for now, you soaked in the tender moment.
You moved your thumb softly against the back of his head, closed your eyes, and joined him in a warm, deep sleep.
this is so 100% Lebanese. everything from the dumpster rolling down the street, to the old fashion mercedes, to the soft french music playing in the background, to the scenery, to the random dude stopping his car on the highway to get out, to the two dudes on the mo-ped beeping and driving up the street the wrong way. Modern Art.
You know what I just realized? I really don’t get allosexuals.
*Example*
I’m hanging out with friends. Two of them are together. One of them looks at the other and says, “I’m thirsty”.
Now I know there are two definitions for thirsty. But I have no idea which definition they’re using.
I mean, they were kind of looking at each other sexually? *Side note: allo body language is strange too.*
So I start looking for something else to do in case they start making out. I mean, I guess I COULD try to carry on the conversation with them, but that seems a little rude.
They notice.
They start going over the top with sexual language, exaggerated voices, blah, blah.
Allos who know I’m ace tend to do this around me. I don’t know why. Is it normal allo behavior? Is it because I look uncomfortable? Is it because my life is actually a sitcom, and it gets a laugh from the audience? These are questions that will continue to be asked, but never answered.
Anyway, they leave. I now assume the orginal statement was sexual, and they left to go to their place to fuck.
They come back 15 minutes later, having gone to Walmart for Cokes. I state my confusion, they point out my mistake, laugh, and call me a prude.
HOW was I supposed to know?!
Is there some kind of secret allo code? Are they telepathic?
So if someone could explain this to me, that would be great.
Also, when I look away from people kissing/making out, I get the same, “Don’t be a prude” reaction.
…?
I can only look at you or away from you? I was trying to be polite by giving you space? Seriously, do allos just watch their friends kiss/make out?
I am so confused.
Send help.
your friends: we’re thirsty
you: i bet they’re gonna fuck
your friends: *get drinks bc they’re thirsty*
you: WHO can understand HOW allos think ??? those WEIRD ALLOS !! just TOO UNPREDICTABLE
