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tags: enemies to lovers (woop woop), nerd x delinquent, secret/forbidden relationship, zvahl!reader
cw (unique to each chapter): cursing, gene insults u </3
a/n: WC TO THE FIRST CHAPTER YIPEE!! slow filler ish chapter for world building. I gave gene the surname Vargas bc... idk why... anyways... hope you all enjoy! as always, constructive criticism is welcome. i overused "—" a lot oops.
theory of you mlist navi
every day without fail, you woke up five minutes before your alarm— just enough time to breathe, to let your mind adjust to the idea of morning. the room would still be dim, pale light slipping through the curtains. the quiet hum of the suburbs outside was your only company. you’d gotten so used to it that you started turning your alarm off before it could even ring, because that blaring sound always made your heart leap straight into your throat.
two hours before anyone else stirred—that was your rhythm. enough time to smooth out your uniform, touch up your makeup, style your hair just right. by the time the smell of breakfast drifted through the air, you’d already be sitting neatly at the table. never late, never rushed.
but today felt different.
“(name)! wake the fuck up before i smash that phone!”
the voice cracked through the fog of your dreams like thunder.
it was laurance.
“hu—hah?” you croaked, eyes barely open as your alarm screeched beside you. laurance was perched at the edge of your bed, face twisted in annoyance, the sharp scent of his cologne cutting through the fresh morning air.
"you could've just shut it off yourself, laurance." you grumbled.
“wipe that drool off your face and go get ready.” he tapped your cheek until your vision cleared. you wiped your mouth, mortified to find he wasn’t exaggerating.
“what time is it?” you muttered, scrambling to shut the alarm off.
“you’ve got twenty minutes before we leave,” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “and for god’s sake, brush your teeth—your breath stinks.” he swatted the air as he walked out, motioning toward your neatly ironed uniform hanging by the door.
the silence that followed was heavy, pressing. sunlight had already started to spill into the room, too bright, too accusing.
by the time you finished getting ready, the twenty minutes were long gone. no breakfast, no slow calm start—just you grabbing a slice of bread on your way out.
“took you long enough,” laurance muttered when you joined him outside. he took your bag without another word, slinging it over his shoulder. he’d still scold you, tease you, ignore you when it suited him—but somehow, he always took care of you anyway.
for a long time, it had been just the two of you. despite being the same age, he’d stepped into the role of an older brother back in the orphanage—saving you the best parts of his meal, taking the teasing meant for you, standing his ground when you couldn’t. you were a package deal, inseparable from the start—two names always spoken together.
“tough night?”
"are the bags under my eyes that obvious?" you groaned.
“i got a c on my psych test—stressed me out so much, i couldn’t sleep.”
his face shifted slightly in concern, his pace subconsciously slowing to match yours. for a moment, only silence surrounded you. you could practically see the gears in laurance’s head turning as he searched for the right words to comfort you.
“well—it isn’t the end of the world…” he bumped your side lightly, testing your reaction.
“that’s easy for you to say, mr. soccer captain.” you teased. laurance flushed, muttering something under his breath before speeding ahead of you.
but really, you were a little envious.
your brother was always athletic, always at the top of his team. he was on track for a sports scholarship at some prestigious university far away. cadenza, on the other hand, had already earned a scholarship of her own.
and that left you.
with no particular talent for sports or the arts, academics became your arena. it was the one place where you could stand out, however small the victory. you yearned for the same prideful smiles your parents flashed at your siblings, a quiet acknowledgment that even someone as plain as you could achieve something worth celebrating.
plus, it would really suck to see all your siblings off while you’d be left behind.
the rest of the walk passed in comfortable silence, courtesy of the exhaustion weighing you down. dread slowly pooled in your chest as the familiar shape of phoenix drop high came into view.
at your lockers, you caught a glimpse of a tuft of blonde hair before an arm hooked around your shoulders in a half-hug.
“my favorite zvahls!”
“i’m telling cadenza, garroth.” laurance was just as trapped as you in garroth’s heavy attempt at a group hug. the blonde’s eyes widened as he sputtered a mess of please don’ts and i didn’t mean it like thats.
the playful banter between your brother and his best friend always drew a smile from you. garroth was always around—with laurance, without him, it didn’t matter. somehow, he’d become just as much your friend as he was your brother’s. and for all his loud, sunshine energy, he had a way of listening when you needed it. when there were things you couldn’t tell laurance, garroth was the one you turned to.
“psych class this morning, (name)?” the blonde boy slid his arm off your shoulder, taking your bag from laurance’s hands. he held it up for you while you sorted through the mess between your locker and your bag.
“mmhm, you too?” you replied, shutting your locker door—carefully avoiding the sheet of paper taped inside, the one with an angry-red c– scrawled across it. it was too early for your mood to take another hit.
“nope, but my class is right beside it. i’ll walk you.” garroth slung your bag over his shoulder with ease, then offered laurance a half-hearted salute as goodbye. you waved to your brother and fell into step beside garroth.
he asked you about small things—teachers, homework, weekend plans—sprinkling in jokes that made the morning air feel lighter.
“so then he just kept swinging and swinging—”
garroth’s voice trailed off. you glanced at him, following his gaze. his eyes were soft, wide, caught in quiet awe as he stared ahead.
you turned your head and found the reason — a short girl with long black hair, a purple ribbon tied neatly in it, laughing as she talked to a white-haired boy.
oh.
seemed like garroth had a crush.
“sooo… who is she?” you teased.
garroth blinked, snapping out of it, his ears turning pink as he looked anywhere but at you.
“who is who?” he asked, voice a little too fast.
you shot him a suspicious look.
“riiiight…” you drawled, dragging the word out just to watch him squirm. before you could press further, you reached your classroom—psych 101 printed in bold letters on the door.
garroth handed your bag back wordlessly, cheeks still faintly pink. he gave a small wave and disappeared next door.
it didn’t matter. you’d find out who she was soon enough.
stepping into your classroom, you realized your usual front-row seat was taken. the only ones left were in the back. not your thing, but it would have to do.
it had only been a few minutes after you sat down when your teacher walked in to start the class. her voice droned on, the lesson dancing around your head mockingly as you struggled to focus. all you could think about was that grade.
maybe i’ll ask if i can do something for extra credit.
yeah, i’ll do that.
you wondered what you could offer in exchange for a few points. a thousand-word essay, maybe? a report on the self? a kiss?
you snorted quietly at the thought.
“mr. gene vargas, how nice of you to join us after weeks of classes.”your teacher’s voice was sharp, slicing through the room so cleanly that everyone stiffened.
you glanced toward the door. a black-haired boy stood there, uniform rumpled, hair tousled, and eyes half-lidded in defiance. you were two weeks into the school year, and this was the first time you’d seen him in class.
teony must’ve caught him roaming the halls.
“my pleasure, teach,” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm.
“please stay after class.”
the room erupted with quiet ooohs. gene rolled his eyes and started toward the empty seats.
you forced your attention back to your notes. he wasn’t worth the distraction. all you knew was that laurance used to get in trouble with him last year—enough reason for you to stay far away.
wait.
why did the chair squeak beside you?
why do i smell tobacco?
panic settled in your gut.
gene.
gene vargas was sitting next to you.
in your daze, you hadn’t realized that the seat beside you was the only one left.
you chose to ignore him, boring holes into your notebook from how hard you were staring. you were frozen, as if staying still would make you invisible, and he wouldn't notice you. the air around you two felt tense and awkward, and you weren't sure why.
"relax, i don't bite."
you jumped at the sudden remark. that's probably the first time gene has ever spoken to you. still, you refused to send even a breath his way.
"unless you want me to." his cocky tone filled you with disgust. you slowly met his mischievous gaze, your face twisting in distaste.
"what the fuck?"
the moment you spoke, gene's wicked expression faltered. realization flickered across his face as if a light bulb went off in his head.
"oh shit—you're laurance's sister!"
he sounded way too gleeful for comfort. you scowled at him and went back to your notes, trying to drown out the irritation bubbling in your chest. you could feel his stare—steady, unrelenting. from the corner of your eye, his smirk was still there, carved into his face like it lived there.
“hey, angel—can i call you angel? anyways—how about joining the shadow knights?”
you rolled your eyes. “you come up with that name when you were six or something?”
gene gasped dramatically, clutching his chest where his imaginary pearls would’ve been.
“i’ll have you know, your brother thought it was pretty cool last year.”
you cringed at the memory. when laurance got tangled up with the shadow knights, home stopped feeling like home. nights were louder, tenser—arguments with cadenza, slammed doors, and the smell of smoke clinging to his clothes. you’d never forget the way your father’s face darkened when he found the cigarettes in laurance’s uniform pocket.
you blinked the memory away and forced a scoff, "no thanks. you see, i actually have a plan for my life. you know, something that isn't tagging walls for a living and pretending i'm cool?"
gene’s smirk twisted as his eyes narrowed. he leaned closer, face inches from your side profile. the scent of minty tobacco mixed with the overpowering punch of dior sauvage—typical male manipulator scent.
“you think you’re so high and mighty just because your uniform is all prim and proper and your grades are straight a’s, when really… those bags under your eyes just make you look miserable.”
offended was an understatement. you’d spoken to gene all of ten minutes, and he already had the sheer audacity to insult you like that.
“oh yeah?” you sang, turning to face the intensity of his eyes head-on. “you smoke so much just to make your voice all hot and sexy, when really…”
you leaned in just slightly, letting the words hit.
“the only thing smoking got you are those bags under your eyes that look like fucking cigarette butts.”
evil.
gene looked absolutely evil, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face.
“you think i sound all hot and sexy?”
you felt your stomach drop at the implication.
“that is not what i said—”
“ms. zvahl! mr. vargas!” your teacher’s voice boomed like lightning striking your spine.
you glanced up. the entire class was staring. every. single. pair of eyes.
your cheeks flamed, hot and heavy, while the boy beside you looked… downright pleased.
you shrunk back in your seat, crossing your arms and refusing to give him so much as a glance.
the remaining fifteen minutes of class felt like dying slowly and painfully in hell. you’d never been called out like that before—and of course, it had to happen right when you were planning to ask your teacher for a favor. how would she ever agree to anything now?
when the bell finally rang, you took your time walking up to her desk, running through what you could possibly say. by the time you reached the front, she was packing up her things.
"ms. zvahl." she gave you a tight lipped smile.
"miss—i know i was really rude today but i—" you hesitated. maybe it really was too thick skinned of you to ask—but you had to try.
she raised her eyebrow at you, silently urging you to go on.
"i wanted to know if there was anything i could do to pull my grades up? a paper, a report—a project! maybe?" you offered every option you could think of, hoping at least one would sound appealing.
“i’m not sure about that, ms. zvahl…” she started, eyes flicking around the room as if she was weighing something.
“please! i really need this.” it was humiliating to beg, but it was all you had left.
she paused, and then a small, knowing smile curved her lips.
“how about a project?”
you instantly brightened, nodding eagerly before she could change her mind.
“perfect!” she said—far too cheerfully. “mr. vargas!”
your blood ran cold.
gene looked up from his desk, clearly amused, as he lazily made his way over.
tags: enemies to lovers (woop woop), nerd x delinquent, secret/forbidden relationship, zvahl!reader
cw: gene is still somewhat of an asshole, smoking & drinking, cursing, suggestive (no smut), gene swings both ways
synopsis: after bombing your last psych test, you’re offered one last chance to save your grade — a group project. your partner? gene. the assignment? study him. the problem? somewhere between observing and understanding, you forget why you ever hated him in the first place.
a/n: wopee here's my gene enemies to lovers! au :D as always please note that this will have slow updates bc i'm in uni. this is also my first time writing a fic in like... 10 years? whew. constructive criticism is always welcome :3 i hope u all enjoy <3 thank u to that anon who requested this! it was the first aphverse req i got and boom now it's a fic. would u guys like a taglist?
tags; established relationship, inexperienced reader
wc; 1.2k
a/n; this was inspired heavily by @mylovelo-ak's fic! sorry this is super short, i wrote this instead of sleeping </3
GENE TURNS up the music, and opens the car door, about to get out. you grab his arm to stop him, shooting him a confused look as you drop your phone back into your lap.
“need a smoke.” is his only reply.
you shake your head, leaning over to close the door. “you don’t have to leave. i don’t care.”
“i thought you don’t like the smell of smoke?” he smirks, pushing his hair off his forehead with his free hand. you glare at him simply, found in your pointless lie.
he scoffs, shifting in his seat as he grabs the pack and lighter that he tosses into your lap.
“be a doll and light it for me, would you?”
you do, carefully opening the near empty pack you had only stolen for him last week. the lighter fails to light up, the clicks seem louder than the music blaring from the car speakers.
usually, the eardrum bursting music would’ve landed you a cop berating you about noise pollution, but since gene took you out to an abandoned parking lot in the middle of nowhere, there was no one to complain about the disturbance.
finally getting a flame produced, you pass him the lit cigarette, turning your head away from his sharp gaze intensely baring into your every action and move.
he takes the cigarette between two gentle fingers, and rolls down the windows taking a long drag, exhaling the white smoke slowly.
you go back to aimlessly staring at your phone, scrolling through social media posts without reading them. there’s a school football game, you think, but you’re not too sure. gene had skipped the whole week, so you skipped too to keep track of where he was.
he had snuck into some college frat party, and ended up crashing at the house for a few days.
you had sat with him the whole time, letting him rest his hangover by your side once he stopped trying to step outside to take a smoke break. he offered to let you take a drag, but you were too scared to actually commit.
now, you regretted it slightly as you looked at him staring out into nothingness, methodically raising the cigarette to his lips.
you reach over to turn down the music, and clear your throat, and he glances over at you.
“give me a hit.” you mumble, looking away.
he reaches over, tapping your jaw slightly. you look back at his mischievous grin before he quickly slams his lips onto yours.
you gasp softly, biting his lip. he merely chuckles at your surprise, one of his hands cradling your face gently.
he deepens the kiss, his other hand coming up to hold the back of your head. you’re dimly aware of him not quite holding your head properly, the cigarette still between his fingers angled away from your hair.
his tongue teases your bottom lip, and his teeth pull against it, coaxing you to part your lips to presumably deepen the kiss farther, but when you do, you’re caught off guard by him blowing the smoke from his mouth into yours.
The smoke fills your lungs, at first like cool air. It feels refreshing for a moment before it starts to feel like ash, and begins to burn your chest inside out.
you pull away from the kiss, coughing your lungs out as he laughs. you’re still busy coughing as he takes another drag.
“what the hell was that for?” you hiss at once the coughing has subsided.
he offers you a faux innocent look, tilting his head to the side as his dark blue eyes widened in an over exaggerated blamelessness.
“you said you wanted a hit, doll, so i gave you one.”
“that’s not what i meant and you know it!”
he shrugs, holding his cigarette in between his reddened lips, grabbing the pack to comply with your original request.
he slowly fishes the last cigarette out, tossing the box out of the car window, and lights it, somehow succeeding on the first try despite the lighter being faulty only a short moment ago. after a moment's hesitation, he pushes the still red hot end into his wrist, hissing slightly at the burn.
dDumbfounded and shocked, you immediately reach over and pull his hand away from his wrist, grabbing the cigarette from his hand.
“are you stupid?” you yelp, holding his wrist up to your face to inspect the burn.
thankfully, it wasn’t too bad, but it was still red and smelled nauseating.
he looks blankly at you for a second. “kitty’s first cigarette, gotta remember it.”
“by burning yourself?”
he stares at his hand for a second, before shaking it free from your grasp. “‘s not a big deal, doll. don’t worry your pretty head over it.”
you shake your head with a sigh, bringing up the cigarette to your lips and inhaling too deeply, which results in another fit of coughs.
gene laughs again, rolling his eyes at your inexperience.
“here,” he says, “like this.”
he gestures to his own mouth, raising the cigarette to his lips in slow, over-exaggerated movements so you can catch on to his visual explanation.
you swat his hand. “i’m not a child,” you hiss.
he smiles at you, his lips closing over the cigarette as he inhales softly before pulling the cigarette away, holding the smoke in his mouth for a few seconds before finally exhaling a white cloud. He waves it away in attempt to not get it into your face.
“got it, doll?”
you attempt to copy his actions, and end up coughing significantly less.
he nods. “good girl.”
after a few more tries, you get the hang of it.
you hesitate for a moment, taking a long drag and holding it, and before you can chicken out, you lean over and kiss gene, copying his earlier motion.
he stiffens for a second, taken aback, before returning the kiss deeply.
he pulls you closer, so you’re near to sitting on his lap. his hands find themselves tangled in your hair, his own cigarette long forgotten as he throws it out the window behind you.
you urge him to part his lips, and attempt the same maneuver he pulled on you, but end up choking on the smoke and pulling away again.
he snorts at your failed attempt, shaking his head as you try to regain your composure.
“good try?” he offers, grinning.
“maybe wait til you stop coughing ‘fore you try to shotgun me, doll.”
you glare at him, but he simply takes your cigarette between his two fingers and takes a long drag.
“not my fault i messed up, it’s my first time.”
“it’s your first time for a lot of things in that case.”
your cheeks flush a deep red as you sputter.
he leans over, one hand still holding the cigarette, the other put on your upper thigh. the pads of his finger press into the sensitive skin as he pulls you in for another kiss.
you wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.
you pull back just slightly, faces flushed.
“then you should teach me.”
he nods simply before pushing his lips against yours again.
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