Korn x Reader one-shots

🌻𝙄 𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙏 𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝘼𝙉𝙔𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘽𝙐𝙏 𝙔𝙊𝙐🌻(HS!Jonathan Howsmon Davis x HS!+SIZE!Reader)

(Requested by my *somewhat friend* Spades on discord 🤧 (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!, also Highschool yippee kind of))

It's the 23rd of December, 1988, in Highland High School, and you're being relentlessly bullied as usual for your size. The five boys push you around and kick you. "Your main diet is probably Twinkies!" The others begin laughing again, their leader continuing, ''You're so small, I could pick you up and throw you around!'' They're all laughing now. However, you don't notice that Jonathan's walking down the hall with his head down.

You wince a bit as one of the boys grab a fistful of your hair and starts yanking you up.


"Why don't you lose some weight, fatass?!" The leader throws out at you with the other boys snickering. Jonathan keeps his head down, pretending he doesn't see anything. But the noise catches his attention. The sound of someone's voice getting twisted up in pain. He glances up to see you being lifted by a couple of the boys, yanking on your hair. He feels his hands curl into fists. He glances down again, but it doesn't feel right.


"Y-yeah.. I know I'm fat, isn't that obvious or are you that blind that you have to point out the obvious?" You stare at the group leader with big watery eyes.


They all fall silent and stare at you silently, not expecting this. "Huh..." The leader stammers "What did you just say?"


"Y..You heard what I said! Or are you stupidly deaf too?!" You try to stand up.



They remain silent. You've thrown them off. This isn't supposed to happen. They were supposed to run you into the ground with their insults. But you're not taking it. The leader stammers again. "Well, at least I'm not a fatass like you!"


"A-Atleast I don't look like an anorexic toothpick..!" You spit back.

He's silent. You've gotten underneath his skin with that comment. He feels like a deer in headlights. Finally, he says... "Shut up, you fat slut!" He grabs your head and bashes it into one of the lockers, denting the metal.


You try to push yourself away, but you start to see stars.


"Come on, are you just going to say a bunch of insults? Can't you come up with anything smart?" They throw you onto the ground.


The leader grabs you and shoves you against the lockers. "How about a punch in the face? Would you like that? How about I just go ahead and punch you!" Jonathan can't let this happen. Even though they probably have 50 pounds on him each, he steps forward in front of them. He delivers a punch square in the jaw of one of guys, and soon, a fight breaks out. A teacher has to come and break it up after a few minutes.


You look up at Jonathan. "Oh.. Hi..!-" You wave.



He glances up at you and offers you a small, nervous smile. He seems a bit embarrassed or nervous. He glances down at the floor again and then looks back up at you. "Yeah ... hi."



"W-What's your name?" You ask innocently.


"I'm... um..." His breath gets stuck in his throat for a moment, feeling very shy. "I'm Jonathan Davis. What's... um, what's your name?"


"My name's (Y/N.)"


"That's... that's a nice name." He still looks at the floor, not wanting to look too much into your eyes. He feels his cheeks get fiery hot with embarrassment.



"Thank you.. Your name is also nice too.." You sit down on a bench in the hallway by a few lockers, slowly lowering yourself onto the wooden surface.



He glances over to see you sitting down, wondering if this is a chance to sit next to you. After a few seconds, he steps over, trying not to be obvious about it as he sits down next to you. He glances up at you once, noticing how he's never really gotten a good look at your face before. He likes what he sees. He's trying not to act too nosy, looking at his hands as you sit in silence together. He's surprised by how pretty your eyes are. He doesn't think you look fat at all. Instead, you're really pretty, and a bit attractive, too, which makes things even more embarrassing. He feels a bit awkward, not really knowing how to talk to people..



You look at your shoes, bouncing your right leg slightly.


He notices you're a bit fidgety. He glances up at you once more before looking back at his hands. He feels weird to suddenly be alone with you like this. You've never actually spoken before. Yet, you get the impression that this situation is bringing out some new feelings in both of you. He wants to say something, but he's still feeling awkward about the situation.



You blink and look over at him. "..W-What class are you in?"



He looks up at you as you ruffle your hair. He feels like he could just get lost looking into your pretty eyes. He looks back down at his hands again. "Uhm... uh, I'm in uh, I'm in Math. What class are you in?"


"Oh.. Cool, cool.. I'm in math too." You reply shyly.



(Timeskip cuz im tired_)



"U-uhm.. I think school's over now.. Heh.. So uh. I'll just... Go back home now." You smile towards Jonathan before extending your hand out to him to give him a handshake.



He knows he should shake your hand and let you go, but all he wants to do is keep you here with him. he can't believe it. He can't get enough of you. He has to say something. "Could I... have your number?..."



"Uhm- Well, nobody's ever asked me that before so.. Uh.. Sure, but I don't have my own number. I can give you my parent's number instead cuz' I live with them.." You blink and smile faintly. You pull out a small piece of paper before writing on it with a pencil, handing the paper to him.



He takes the piece of paper, and he starts reading it to himself over and over, trying to make sure he remembers the numbers. He looks back up at you and think, Why am I so attracted to you? It's something about your weight, your pretty face, and pretty eyes. He's never felt this way about a person before. And the way you eat your food is so cute, too. He gets a big goofy grin on my face that he can't seem to wipe off.



You awkwardly smile before turning away and walking to the front doors of the school building, exiting it.



He watches you walk away, feeling a deep sense of regret as he sees you head out of the door. He wishes you could stay here. He wishes we could spend more time together. But then he looks down at the piece of paper with the numbers written on it. He has your number. He can call you. That's when a big, cheesy grin spreads across his face again. A few minutes later, he walks out of the building too, excited to call you.


(Ill make a paertrr towoo whenever i want to idk shrugs)