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marchioness-caprina · 4 years

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Mentor Day

Note : In This AU, Hawks is adopted by the todoroki Family, enji is a good dad and dabi is not a villain. And Todoroki's Mom is a Hero.

Pairings : Jealous! Hawks x Reader

Writing style: 3rd Person

Warning : Cussing

Word count : 3623

3rd Person's POV

" I'm so excited for Today! I can't wait to meet your Mentors! " Kirishima yelled with enthusiasm punching the air.

Everyone was gathered around Ground Beta for the sole reason that the Head of Agencies they were currently interning in were coming over to discuss the growth of the students, also because they chose U.A as the meeting Venue knowing that it's one of the places in Japan that is Highly guarded and secured and the School was Near the City so if anything were to happen they could always get there in a jeepy. There was another Reason but it wasn't disclosed to any of the students and nobody questioned it.

" Shut Up shitty Hair! " Bakugou snarled smacking Kirishima who seemed to be unaffected by Bakugou's ' affection ' towards him.

" Hey aren't You and Tokoyami Under Hawks's? The number 2 Pro Hero!? " Mina pointed out and suddenly everyone's attention was now settled on Y/n and Tokoyami.

Tokoyami had an unreadable expression but his face mostly showed that he was awkward and uncomfortable with the Topic. Not because of His Mentor... It's because of His Mentor's Interest.

Y/n on the other hand looked annoyed pissed, it was very obvious that neither of the two wanted to talk about it because of the lack of answer and their current expressions.

" So... What's it Like to be Under Pro Hero Hawks? " Momo began to press deeper onto the subject and was oblivious to her two classmate's look of disapproval. And it seems like she wasn't the only curious one.

" Well? " Jiro raised a brow when they didn't hear an answer. The two were very hesitant until y/n finally spoke up.

" Tokoyami-kun would I be breaking the law if I talk shit about him? "

" Eeehhhh!? " Everyone was confused as to why the sudden change of their classmate's personality took shift at a questionable rate.

" Technically there's no law about that and since he's not here to hear it... It's fine " Tokoyami answered with a straight face and his response got everyone questioning their experience even more.

" What the hell happened to you two while you were there? " Denki asked staring at the two. Tokoyami was hesitant but y/n just looked pissed and angry .

She showed irritation that could match Bakugou's.

" That's not something you should be asking me... You should be asking y/n that... I just had the unfortunate privilege to witness... That.... And I know a very dark secret I wish to unlearn " Tokoyami muttered at Everyone was fidgeting with curiosity while staring at y/n who looked like she was about to explode any minute now.

" Well if you Must know. On the first week I had to endure a bunch of whiny one night stand's Drama and Rage while trying to get them to go fuck themselves and trust me... Persuading a bunch of love struck delusional hoes to go home and keep silent for the rest of their lives isn't a very charming job. I had to suck in every single cheesy pick up lines that'll have anyone gagging, I had to endure being dragged around through the wonderful 'skies' like a ragdoll in the most unfortunate hour and I had to deal with Birdman's constant fuckery every single day so yeah... It wasn't that bad.... It was terrible. " Y/n's tone was forcefully dragged out and polite but her hostile expression got everyone shuddering.

Yes, Hawks was a flirt and he'd flirt with her with every chance he got, much to y/n's dismay. But knowing Hawks's reputation she brushed it off like it was one of his most common habits and got used to ignoring him, he was nice though and she felt like a sheltered child. Hawks never let's her go out to patrol on her own unless it's with Him and only Him. He constantly brings her gifts and snacks to which she is thankful and greatly flattered but she didn't like hearing Rumors about her with the Pro Hero himself. Overall she was thankful that she was being treated well but she didn't appreciate the special treatment.

Tokoyami on the other hand knew of his Mentor's love and affection for his Classmate, if he knew any better he found out that Hawks had imprinted on y/n like a new born chick. The reason Tokoyami knew that was because of the gifts, the flirting, Hawks's constant need to be around y/n, His possessiveness and Don't even get Tokoyami started on How much Hawks talks about y/n during patrol. Hell, Even when Hawks is literally stepping on a Villain's Face he'd still talk about How ' Perfect she was ' . At most of all, his Classmate was very unaware of Hawks's actual feelings and he's afraid he couldn't blame her simply because of Hawks's reputation as a 'playboy'.

" Wow.... I didn't think it would be like that.... Hawks's still pretty cool though " Sero muttered and that left y/n gawking at him because the least they could do was sympathize with her!.

" No shit " She grumbled sarcastically and she felt two hands grab hold of her shoulder behind her and speaking of the Devil, Hawks was already here.

" Hey there chicken nugget, what are you kids talking about? " Hawks asked leaning down , resting his chin on y/n's shoulder while both of his hands clamped down on each side of her shoulder blades protectively.

" Nothing Hawks, we were Talking about Nothing " Y/n who was already immune to the Touchiness of the male behind her was nonchalant on her reply and she sounded bored but her expression clearly showed ' Oh No, Not this Shit Again ' .

" Oh really? Well ok then baby bird but I have to say You look Perfect little dove but that is to be expected by my Epitome of beauty " Hawks grinned rubbing his cheeks against y/n's own in a very affectionate manner.

" Yeah, Yeah. Get off me Birdman you're getting that irritating Chicken stench on me " Y/n grumbled pushing him away from her to which she was successful with.

" Aww~ But you felt so soft " Hawks whined in an almost childish way.

Everyone was witnessing the very thing Tokoyami dreaded and they were choking on their own spit after seeing the interaction between the two.

They and so many questions yet so little answer and they knew they couldn't just bombard y/n with questions, not when Hawks was around.

" Uhh... You two seem.. Close" Denki commented to where he earned a proud grin from Hawks.

" No we're Not. He's just being A flirt, you'll Get used to it " Y/n snickered rolling her eyes at Hawks who was trying to hug her.

" You should have heard How much He talks about her at Home... He's like a broken Radio. Y/n this and that " Todoroki snorted and his comment got everyone gaping.

It didn't look that way to everyone else, it was clear that the Pro Hero liked her if throwing himself around her wasn't enough, the look in his eyes definitely spoke otherwise.

" So this is the little Lassy Hawks have been talking about? " Fatgum along with the rest of the pro Heroes Were slowly gathering towards them.

" This is Her? She's adorable in person . Keigo Never stops talking about her at home" Another voice came from a woman with white hair, and is almost identical to Shoto.

" .... Hah! You should hear what he has to say when he's asleep " Dabi murmured with a laugh.

" .... You Talk about me? " Y/n asked staring at Hawks who was nodding his head, a smirk plastered on his face.

" Ewww, Stop that. It's annoying and creepy " Y/n sighed shoving Hawks away.

" Isn't she lovely? " Rei mumbled a small chuckle escaping her lips as Dabi stared at her in bewilderment .

" So you're not gonna question their age gap?..... Really mom? " Dabi snorted and enji stood behind him, patting his back.

" You know how your mother is " Enji muttered staring down at his son.

" You have a point.... "

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By now everyone was gathered around, some of them chatting with their mentors and some were meeting their classmate's other mentors.

Rei, Enji and Dabi were intently observing Keigo who looked so close to snapping, sure his face looked playful and relaxed but they knew him well enough to know that it was Keigo's facade.

On the other side was Y/n and Hawks talking to Fat gum, well it was only y/n showing enthusiasm about their conversation, Hawks had never left her side the whole time. Always trailing behind her like a lost puppy.

" That's really cool! I heard from Kirishima that you have two Forms? " Y/n's eyes gleamed with curiosity.

" Why yes little lady " Fat gum answered as he nervously glanced at Hawks. He could feel the raging intensity of Hawks's Jealousy radiating brighter than the sun's ray. To which y/n was oblivious of.

" Ya know buddy, you really have nothing to worry about when it's me " Fat gum stated his words directed towards Hawks who let out a sigh and gave him a genuine smile for once.

" Sorry, I couldn't help it when it comes to my little dove " Hawks chuckled slinging his arm around her shoulder and y/n immediately reacted by shoving his arm away without even glancing at him.

" Stop talking about me like I'm not here " Y/n muttered to which Hawks replied by doing it again and y/n shoved his arm again.

Fat gum was both entertained and a bit awkward with the situation until he spotted his side kick. Tamaki whom he had kindly asked to pick up something for him

" Anyways! That's enough you two, I'd like you to meet Tamaki Amajiki. He's my sidekick " Fat gum proudly introduced Tamaki who froze in his spot and began trembling nervously.

" Oh wow! I've heard so much about him! Our class was introduced to him before! But I never got to see his face clearly because he had his face on the wall the whole time! Let's start all over again. Hey I'm y/n l/n! Nice to meet you senpai... For the second time " Y/n grinned putting her hand out to shake his.

Tamaki who was nervous and flattered that someone remembered him shakily reached out his hand to shake hers but a look of pure shock flashed through his face when Another hand met his.

" Nice to meet you Buddy " Hawks grinned in an odd and threatening manner squeezing poor Tamaki's hand .

" U-u-uhh" Tamaki stuttered at y/n was annoyed at Hawks's actions.

" Hey! I was the-- you know what? Never mind. Anyway, senpai I heard stories about you from Kirishima-kun! And I think you're really cool! And you're cuter up close! " Y/n tried easing the nervous senior with compliments in order to atone the actions of Hawks. But Hawks took it in a different way.

Tamaki flushed red and Hawks let go of his hand with disdain, his eyes having a deadly glint and his smirk almost looked threatening and sadistic.

Fat gum who witnessed the scene knew he fucked up by calling Tamaki over, the Todoroki family were astonished to see how reactive Hawks could be when y/n was involved. At home he was really hard to read and when they thought they knew him Hawks suddenly surprises everyone by proving them wrong. But now his expression looks so raw and unmasked.

" Tsk, He doesn't Look much to Me " Hawks suddenly spat out in an irritated tone.

Y/n elbowed him after seeing Tamaki's expression.

" He doesn't mean that! He's just really insensitive... Aren't you Hawks? " Y/n glared at the man beside her and he scoffed looking away.

" You're actually really powerful Senpai! Trust me! Kirishima talks about you all the time it's adorable seeing him look up to someone who's equally as cute as Kirishima " Y/n tried covering the damage done by Hawks and Tamaki was conflicted. He didn't know who to believe anymore.

Another scoff was heard from Hawks and before he could make another comment y/n stepped on his feet making him wince.

" Ouch! " He grumbled looking down at y/n who was glaring at him threateningly.

Jealousy bubbled at the very core of Hawks, She called two men cute at the same time and she dared to do it in front of him! He praised men who aren't him. Sure they aren't official but isn't it clear that he was showing how much he could give her? He knows he's enough but it seems like his little dove was very dense. It's starting to irritate him. He didn't feel good inside and he really wanted to punch a bitch. Was she taunting him? Oh she definitely was. Just look at how she looks at them , it really makes him want to rip off someone's throat.

His wings began to bristle and rose intimidatingly the edges becoming sharp and ridged, jealousy was getting the best of him.

With a rough Tug, he dragged her away forcefully even with the harsh protest from the girl.

" Hey! Ok this is getting out of hand! " Y/n pulled her hand away and Hawks looked back at her with a gaze that could kill.

" Stop taunting me Y/n. I'm not handling it well " Hawks muttered but his voice was rough and demanding. Y/n shivered at how her name rolled out of his tongue. He never uses that tone or calls out her name like that unless she's in deep shit.

" Clearly, you're mad about shit I didn't do so go cool off or something " Y/n shot back her expression was out of sheer anger and Hawks responded by spreading his wings and he flew off without another word.

With a sigh y/n went back to her classmates, she was unaware if the stares that were thrown her way.

" A lovers quarrel? " Mt. Lady mumbled.

" Definitely a Lovers Quarrel " Fat gum confirmed.

" Is no one seriously questioning the fact about their age gap? " Dabi stated and Rei gave him a cold glare. Even shoto was seen glaring at him from his group.

" Ok fine jeez " Dabi shrugged shoving his hands into his pockets.

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20 minutes had passes and Hawks was still gone, by that time everyone was gathered around, the class was seated on the ground as the Pros started giving out their opinions and deductions on hm their performance.

Rei began to feel worried about her adopted son that had raged out of the area. Enji tried reassuring her that Keigo was old enough to take care of himself.

And on cue Hawks had arrived holding a box in his hand, he looked calmer now and more relaxed.

" Keigo dear, are you ok? " Rei asked approaching the male.

" Yeah I'm fine... Just needed a little breather.... " He muttered, his eyes glued to y/n who was listening intently to the discussion. Rei noticed this and a smile graced her lips.

" Go get her dear " Rei encouraged the male and Hawks flashed her a grin.

" Oh I will. And I'm going to make sure you're going to have a daughter in law soon " Keigo smugly stated and Rei's eyes widened only to have the woman laugh.

Luckily the little lessons the Pro's were conducting had finished and everyone was free. As the students began to stand up. Y/n was pulled away immediately by Hawks. And once she was a few feet away a box was shoves towards her. She was caught off guard but managed to hold it in her hands as she lookes up at Hawks questioningly.

" What's this? " The girl asked suspiciously.

" You like that doughnut shop near our agency yeah? I was flying by and decided to buy some for you as a Sorry present.. I admit that I went overboard... " Hawks explained rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

" What!? I can't accept thi---"

" Eat it or Throw it. I'm giving it to you and that's final so do what you want with it... Although it would be a waste if you throw it away... I did go out of my way to buy that for you with my own money even though I was still angry---"

" Ok fine you don't have to guilt trip me! I'll accept it ok?.... But you did say I could do what I want with it so... I'm sharing this with everyone " Y/n smiled and Hawks snapped his head towards her his eyebrows furrowed.

" What? No. I bought that For YOU not for them " Hawks grumbled and the girl gave him a playful smirk.

" You did say it was mine and I could do whatever I want with it " She replied slyly and Hawks turned away stomping his way towards Rei, Enji and Dabi.

" Ooo... You got it Bad. She's denser than a--"

" Don't finish that Touya I swear " Hawks glared at Dabi who only laughed at his protectiveness.

" Just be patient Keigo, she is young and she probably still doesn't have Love on her mind yet " Rei assured Keigo while rubbing his back.

" Tsk. You better not give up. You're a Todoroki after all , and I already acknowledge her as a daughter in law... No crazy woman would stomp their feet on the number 2 hero like that " Enji nodded and Hawks should be delighted but his eyes were glued to the girl.

She was sharing the doughnuts he bought for her and the last straw came when she had fed Kirishima with a doughnut.

His fathers on his wings bristled and the ends began to sharpen, his eyes darkened at the sight and his teeth were gritted.

The girl took notice of this and approached him. God he was losing it. One wrong move and he might forget the fact that she's still a minor and just go straight up to breeding her if he had to. Fuck everything she does is turning him on . He is smitten.

" Hey what's wrong? "

" You have the guts to ask me ' What's wrong?' Oh why don't ask that to all the other guys you fed doughnuts to? The ones I bought for you! You're so oblivious it's starting to piss me off little dove. Was I not subtle enough? I fucking Like---mphf--" Hawks was cut off when a Doughnut was shoved in his mouth by the girl in front of him.

" Shut your worm Hole You stupid Birdman, I like you too ok? But please stop being so annoying. I'm also protecting your reputation as a Hero here. I can't have you all over the tabloids stating that you like a high schooler. You'd be seen as a pedophile you dumbass " The girl finished and was about to pull her hand away from his mouth when he grabbed hold of her wrist, he kissed her finger gingerly before licking and sucking on that very finger she held the doughnut .

She froze, Dabi Froze, Everyone froze.

" What the fuck? " Katsuki was she first to speak up.

" I second that ' What the fuck ' " Y/n muttered and Hawks gave her a look that could have her melt into a puddle. A smug and triumphant grin plastered on his face as his arms wrapped around her waist possessively.

" Awww~ it warms my heart to know that you're protecting me that way. For a moment there I thought you don't care and all that shitty jealousy was so worth it because you told me you like me in the end.... " Hawks cooed his face nearing hers and she immediately distanced her face away from him.

" Hawks get off me! " She yelled her face was flushed and he had the sudden urge to kiss her right now.

" You'll have to pay for making me jealous though. It was not a very pretty feeling " Hawks grinned before his wings spread open and gave one strong flap and he was already flying her away from the scene.

" Holy shit.... Dude " Denki muttered staring up at the sky.

" Enji! Do you think we should renovate the house? " Rei asked enthusiastically.

" I think we just might have to " Enji replied.

" .... I ship it though " Mina stated and the girls gave an unspoken agreement to her statement.

" So... How many chicks do you think they'll have? " Dabi asked and Rei smacked him.

" Touya! " Rei scolded making Dabi chuckle.

" Nah it's too early... He won't knock her up just yet... Or will he? " Dabi grinned and this time Rei had frozen him in place.

" Touya! Stop that! " Rei fumed.

Dabi shut up immediately fearing Rei's wrath after seeing her angry expression.

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lunatens · 4 years

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felix felicis (iii)

word count: 3.0k

part iii/iv

genre: fluff, harry potter au

pairing: hufflepuff!felix x ravenclaw!reader

a/n: it’s been uhhhhhhhhhhhhh over a year since i last update this whoOPS i am so sorry to keep you all waiting. thank you to everyone who patiently waited, and to everyone who’s new, i hope you like it!! there will be one more part to this series (that i will try my best to write in less than a year lol) (also for obvious reasons w**jin will no longer be a part of this fic)

the day of the gryffindor vs ravenclaw quidditch match has your stomach in knots, not about the game itself (you really couldn’t care less about the results) but about the boy you’re going to be spending the next couple hours with.

“okay y/n, first things first: that tiny ball is the golden snitch, and-”

“felix, i’m not stupid,”

“right, yeah, sorry i’m just uhh..excited is all,’ he says shyly. you watch as the two teams whizz around the pitch, trying to keep track of all the different balls and players as felix rambles on about the rules to you. despite chan, changbin and jisung being your closest friends, you’ve never actually come out to watch them play before, always finding an excuse to stay indoors instead of sitting miserable and alone on an uncomfortable bench in typically less-than-pleasant weather.

“wow y/n, your friends are actually really, really good quidditch players.” felix comments with a look of mild surprise. “too bad they’re not hufflepuffs!”

“actually, at your last game they were telling me they wish you were in gryffindor, so i guess you’re not too bad yourself,” you comment with a small smile, and you have to stifle a laugh as felix’s face turns bright red. you hate to admit it, but felix is really, really cute--especially bundled up in his yellow hat and scarf, his hair sticking out and gently waving in the breeze whenever someone flies by on broomstick.

you watch the game in silence for a moment, still trying to find the appeal for the sport. the game’s been going for a while now, with neither team having found the snitch yet, although gryffindor’s leading in points. jisung zooms around the far end of the pitch, expertly evading the ravenclaw beaters’ attacks and catching the quaffle with a flourish. it doesn’t take long before he’s put the quaffle through one of the ravenclaw goalposts, and the gryffindor crowd roars in excitement. jisung does a lap of the pitch, posing ridiculously and waving to the crowd to get them even more riled up. you hear felix squeal in excitement beside you, and turn to look at him with curiosity.

“that’s just the best feeling ever, flying through the air and just having fun like that. it’s so freeing,” he says with a contented sigh. you furrow your brows and turn back to look at jisung, who’s now rejoined his team as the game continues.

“really? i mean, it doesn’t seem that great. it looks so cold and windy, and what if you fall? yeah, no thanks i’d rather stick to the ground,” you state. it’s not like you want to offend felix or anything, but you just really don’t get the hype about flying.

“what?? you don’t like flying y/n?? but it’s so epic!” felix says in disbelief, and you shake your head in response.

“the only time i’ve ever ridden a broomstick is way back in first year, when we had to learn the basics, and i’ve got no interest in trying again.”

“i’ve never met someone so opposed to flying,”

“well, that’s what happens when you fall off and break your wrist and can’t take proper notes for weeks,” you say, wrinkling your nose at the memory. “see unlike you, i’m not gifted with good luck.”

felix looks at you blankly for a moment, thinking to himself, before a wide grin creeps onto his face.

“no.”

“i haven’t even said anything yet!!”

“ok but i know what you’re thinking and i am NOT riding a broomstick, felix!”

“oh come on y/n, live a little!! it’ll be so much fun! what, are you afraid of heights?” felix asks teasingly. you shoot him a glare in response.

“yes!! besides, i don’t even own a broomstick.”

“yeah i kinda figured, so we can just use mine! i’m sure we’ll both fit, it might be a bit squishy though…” felix trails off in his own thoughts, and you choke on your own spit. you turn to look at the pitch, trying to focus on the game rather than thoughts of being pressed up against felix and holding onto him for dear life, breathing in the scent of h-

“eh, i think it’ll work fine. so it’s settled, after the game i’m taking you for a ride.” felix says definitively, interrupting your thoughts (good timing too, your brain was entering dangerous territory).

“i dunno, felix…. it really doesn’t sound safe, i mean two people on a broomstick? i don’t care how lucky you are, i’m not taking any chances.”

“y/n, i promise nothing bad will happen. we won’t even go that high, and we can take it slow. trust me, it’ll be okay,” felix says, tentatively placing a hand over yours and looking into your eyes. you’re silent for a moment; has felix ever been this sincere in his life? you let out a sigh of defeat.

“i better not regret this.” you mumble, and felix squeals in excitement. your heart flutters a bit when he grabs onto your upper arm enthusiastically

“you won’t, y/n!! it’ll be so much fun, i can’t wait. it’s gonna change your life for the better,” felix says confidently, and although you roll your eyes at him, you can’t help but smile giddily to yourself.

***

the game ends in an overwhelming victory for gryffindor, and you and felix dodge red and gold banners and streamers on your way out of the pitch past ecstatic gryffindors and gloomy ravenclaws. you finally make it out, your stomach filling with dread as you remember what’s happening now.

“i’ll be right back y/n, i’m just gonna go grab my broomstick from the locker room!” felix says excitedly, before rushing off into the depths of the pitch structure. you stand awkwardly by yourself, shoving your hands into your pockets for warmth. your breath escapes your lips in visibles plumes, the air growing colder as the sun begins to sink lower into the sky. one of your professors walks by, reminding you to return to the castle, and you nod, telling them you’re just waiting for a friend. it’s not a complete lie, right? you think to yourself. the adrenaline from not only your upcoming flight, but also breaking the rules again (and for felix, of all people) fills your body with jitters.

as you wait for felix for what seems like forever, your mind starts to wander. watching the game with him today was...surprisingly fun? and my goodness, the way his eyes sparkled or his voice got squeaky when someone made an awesome play was maybe the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. not to mention his freckled cheeks, rosy from the biting cold, or his tiny hands that flailed excitedly when talking about strategies. was chan right after all? do you have feelings for felix? no, that’s absurd. you’re just excited to have made a new friend is all...haha...right?

you don’t get the chance to think more about it before someone pounces on you from behind.

“Y/N!!! YOU CAME!!!!” jisung’s loud voice rings in your ear.

“ew get off me, you’re all sweaty,” you say with a grimace as you shove the excited boy off your shoulders. “but good job guys, you did great! who knew you were actually good at quidditch huh,” you tease, and chan gives you a playful nudge.

“i saw you with a certain hufflepuff boy in the stands,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows, and you slap him on the arm.

“ok he practically forced me to go, it was the only way to stop his stupid begging and whining,” you argue, and your three gryffindor friends nod their heads in clear disbelief.

“sure y/n, keep telling yourself that.” chan says, giving you a pat on the head which you swat away.

“sorry that took so long, i-” felix’s out-of-breath voice stops mid sentence when he spies you with the other boys. “oh uh, hi,” he says shyly, clearly not expecting their presence. your friends grin knowingly and changbin and jisung start to whisper to each other. chan puts on a friendly smile and greets felix back, reaching out to shake his hand.

“thanks for coming out even though your house wasn’t playing,” he says, and felix seems to warm up to chan a bit.

“i’d never turn down a chance to watch a good quidditch match! you guys are amazing,” he babbles, and you giggle at his enthusiasm, glad to see him and chan connecting.

“you’re not so bad yourself dude. too bad we’ll have to crush you in a few weeks,” chan teases, and all the boys laugh.

“i’m impressed you were able to drag this one out, we’ve been trying to get them to come to our games for years,” changbin groans, gesturing to you. felix shrugs in response.

“i mean it wasn’t too hard, just a small bribe of some chocolate frogs and here we are,” felix says, and you feel three pairs of eyes burning into your soul. you can practically feel the smirks on their faces, and you can already hear the teasing you’ll experience later.

“well anyways, we’re gonna hit up the great hall for some snacks on our way back, you coming? you’re welcome to join us, felix,” jisung invites.

“um actually...felixistakingmeforarideonhisbroomstick,” you splutter out, and you hear jisung make a strange noise of disbelief at what he just heard.

“sorry, what?” chan asks, and the grin on his face tells you he knows exactly what you just said. you let out an annoyed huff and repeat yourself.

“felix is taking me for a ride on his broomstick, and we better get going before it gets too late.” you say in defeat and embarrassment, reaching to grab a confused felix’s hand so you can get away from your friends before they have the chance to say anything about it. jisung opens his mouth to make what you assume is a raunchy joke about riding broomsticks, but a death glare from you shuts him up.

“okay, have fun! but not too much fun,” chan says with a wink before quickly ushering a protesting jisung and changbin back towards the castle. you’re grateful for the falling darkness, because you can feel how bright your cheeks are burning right now.

“i’m so sorry about them,” you apologize, and felix laughs it off.

“they seem fun,” he says, then tugs on your hand gently. “follow me, i know the best place to go where we won’t get caught. trust me, i sneak out all the time with hyunjin and minho and we’ve never seen a soul.” you nod nervously as you follow felix’s lead, praying that you won’t regret this.

after a bit of walking and some light conversation, you arrive at a small clearing near the edge of the lake.

“this is SO against the rules,” you mutter to yourself as you step over some large roots. felix gets to a spot where the sky above is clear (and growing darker by the minute), and there’s lots of room around you. he straddles the broomstick and motions for you to join him. as you make your way behind him, you can’t help but wonder if you're more nervous about flying or about the prolonged close contact with felix. there are so many layers of clothing between us, you tell yourself, it’s fine. you place your arms loosely around felix’s waist, nervous to get any closer.

“we’re gonna start off just hovering, okay? we’ll take it slow, it’ll be alright. you can tell me if you want to stop, but i really think it’ll be fine, trust me,” he says to comfort you, and you nod. felix kicks off the ground, and you gasp as you feel your feet dangling in the air. instinctively, your arms squeeze tightly around felix, and you press yourself as close to him as possible.

“i can feel your heart racing, it’s okay just relax!” felix says with a laugh.

“easy for you to say, you practically live on a broomstick,” you grumble, and you feel felix’s body shake with giggles underneath you.

“i’m gonna take us a bit higher now,” felix says, and you press your face into his back as you feel yourselves rise higher, the air getting colder as you ascend. you feel a gentle breeze tangling your locks, and the broomstick begins to inch forward. you open one eye slightly and let out a small squeak as you see how far the ground is below you. you’re almost above the height of the trees now, and felix is doing slow laps of the clearing.

“see, it’s not too bad, right?” he asks, and you force yourself to open your eyes again. if you don’t look straight down, you have to admit the view is really nice. trees and rolling hills pepper the landscape, and you can see the quidditch pitch and hogwarts a bit farther in the distance. the last rays of sun are reflecting off of the lake, and the twilight sky is beginning to sparkle with the night’s brightest stars.

“yeah, i guess it is pretty nice,” you begrudgingly agree. your knuckles are white as you hold on to felix for dear life, but the more time you spend up here the more you realize how stable he’s keeping the broomstick, and how much he does seem to be taking caution to make sure you’re comfortable. you let out a shaky sigh as you try to relax and take in the scenery as you hover above the trees.

“there’s one more thing we can do, if you’re okay with it,” he says, asking for your trust. you say nothing, simply nodding into his back; you’re afraid if you open your mouth you’ll regret it. as soon as he has your confirmation, the broomstick suddenly bursts forward and you can’t help but let out a piercing shriek.

“FELIX!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!!” you manage to yell over the howling wind. your eyes are tearing up from the cold night air, and your throat feels dry, and you’re convinced your heart’s stopped beating. felix just lets out a joyful laugh in response, yelling back to you “SHOWING YOU THE BEST THING ABOUT FLYING!” before plunging the nose of the stick into a dive towards the ground. he pulls up, of course, and does a few more fancy tricks before slowing down to a more leisurely pace above the treetops.

you sit there in shock for a moment, wide eyed and breathless, trying to take in the wild turn of events.

“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!! YOU IDIOT WE COULD’VE DIED OR SOMETHING,” you scream in between breaths, still trying to get your heart to stop racing.

“but we didn’t, right? i told you you could trust me!! was that not fun??” he asks, giddy with adrenaline. you choose not to respond, because he’s right--as much as his sudden moves scared the living daylights out of you, you have to admit it felt pretty freeing.

“this is my favourite view,” felix says to change the topic, and you lift your head up to look around. you’re coasting above the lake, the last rays of sun painting the landscape golden. more stars are out now, and the glow of the castle feels truly magical and welcoming. you steal a glance at felix, cheeks nose and ears bright red from the cold but an awestruck look on his face nonetheless. you don’t think you’ve ever seen him look so peaceful and content, and the feeling spreads to you as you finally relax your grip a little and rest your cheek on felix’s back.

“thank you, felix,” you mumble, feeling surprisingly at ease now.

“sorry, what was that?” he asks and you can hear the grin in his voice.

“i’m not saying it again,” you warn, and he remains silent. part of you wishes you could live in this moment forever, gliding over the mirror-like surface of the water with the warmth of felix to stave away the cold tendrils of night air.

“we should uh, head back. it’s getting pretty late,” he eventually says after a comfortable silence passes. you nod in agreement, and felix takes you back to the quidditch pitch, where he returns his broomstick quickly before coming back to walk with you to the castle. the walk back is mostly silent, with the two of you hiding from professors and prefects a couple times but making it back to the ravenclaw common room unseen. there seems to be some shift in the energy between you now, the silences feeling a bit more awkward than before, but neither of you wants to acknowledge it.

“well, uh, thanks for trusting me. and sorry if i scared you,” felix says with a small laugh as you reach to door to the common room.

“it’s okay, i uh...i actually had a really good time. you’re right, you know, it is a really wonderful feeling being up there.” you admit. you have to stop yourself from adding “with you” to the end of that sentence. “so thank you for everything, lix,” you say and you cringe at the nickname that accidentally escaped your lips. felix tries to hold back a smile but fails miserably, blushing at the nickname.

“goodnight, y/n,” he says after clearing his throat.

“um..goodnight,” you say before going to answer the riddle to enter the common room. as you mutter the answer and begin to enter, you hear felix call after you.

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

there’s a long pause.

“uh, nevermind. goodnight!” he says, and before you know it he’s down the stairs and out of sight. confused, you creep up to your dormitory to get ready for bed. your dreams that night are filled with the wind rushing through your hair, beautiful landscapes whizzing past you, and most importantly of all, felix’s joyful laugh ringing in your ears.

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fencesandfrogs · 4 years

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cloudtail’s daughter: jayfeather

alright, strap in, it's time for jayfeather. i've been holding it in on him for what feels like forever now; he's ya boy's favorite character

also, aside from dove and ivy, he's the character with the highest volume of changes to canon. even above cloudtail and brightheart, because they continue their lives, it's not a big deal. and lion and cinder go to the tribe, but like, that's it. (i'm figuring out if jay goes with them over the course of this essay. i think i said he did in holly? but he literally hasn't been mentioned once in that arc because there's a lot going on.) anyway lion and cinder don't get up to anything. but jay's priorities shift and we see that in his books. i'm really excited to write him but i need to finish arc 1 lmao.

but first, same deal as always. this is part of my cloudtail's daughter au, where dovekit and ivykit are born to cloudtail and brightheart. i don't know how well this will read preemptively, but i suspect it will be rather dependent on the others. cloudtail's daughter: dovewing and/or the long post that explains it are both good places to start, see the cloudtail's daughter tag on my blog.

[2.5k words, 14 minute read, one of the last warriors essays on this blog. i'm going to finish out with my character essays and then everything will be on new sideblog. so check out @mallowstep for more.]

section one: the leafpool business

at the beginning of this series, leafpool and jayfeather are on bad terms. they will stay on bad terms for basically the entirity of the book series. while one of my main complaints with po3/oots is the lack of acknowledgement of adoption, jayfeather has been lied to by his mother and his mentor, something neither hollyleaf or lionblaze have to contend with, and then his sister kills herself over it. obviously she doesn't, but from his perspective. so he blames leafpool because he was really close to hollyleaf and now she's gone, and it's his first real loss, and there's so much going on.

and so he's a grouch and he's unhappy and he's just trying to function when his whole support system has been dismantled over the course of what, like, a quarter moon? yeah so dovekit and ivykit are like "wow what a grouch he sucks" the same way they don't realize prey is dying of thirst & etc.

for the most part he's j chilling and then hollyleaf comes back and man is it some family drama. unfortunately it's postponed til book 4 because hollyleaf and jayfeather have journeys but anyway i'm getting ahead of myself, because this section should end and unlike the hollyleaf essay i want to actually have decent organization.

section two: hollyleaf is away (but jayfeather doesn't get to play)

holly, cinder, and dove go to deal with beavers. we only get jayfeather through lionblaze in the books, but jayfeather is...conflicted. he got his sister back and lost her again and oh i should say. i think jayfeather and hollyleaf are the closer pair of the siblings. not that they don't love lionblaze the same, but you know how cats pair bond? like, it's usually a trauma thing, but even in feral cats, you see very close friendships. anyway yeah so for other au's i've been sorting siblings n denmates into pairs for this purpose (mostly jaywing au because there's a lot re. dovepaw and jaypaw and remember they are reincarnated siblings they've got a close bond going.) and it's kind of...i don't know my point is jayfeather misses his sister because she's like, his best friend too. or she was. and then she died and now she's back and she left again, and lionblaze is more concerned about cinderheart, so jayfeather just comes off as grouchy all the time. but really he's lonely and sad.

so yeah, jayfeather is kind of moping around camp and then the tree falls and whoops now briarpaw/light is parapalegic.

and uhh this goes more or less as in canon but we don't get pov which is fine bc u can sub in canon. but jayfeather? he's still a sad boy but now he's a sad boy with purpose and that makes all the difference

yeah he's close with her. they're sweet. it's sweet. he's pressured by brambleclaw to take an apprentice. he's bristly and angry and "you're not my real father" you know?

beaver crew gets back. jayfeather, who had missed holly, is back to being angry for...angst and plot purpose, really.

but you know, when you love & miss someone and they leave and they come back and somehow that's worse because now they can leave you again? and you can't tell them you want them to stay because you're angry and hurt but you want them to stay? god i'm excited to write these chapters i love emotional turmoil.

he's protective of briarlight, he's trying to keep dovepaw from being a medicine cat, hollyleaf is apologizing but he's not ready to hear it and lionblaze and hollyleaf are beginning to reconnect and it feels like betrayal. so when cinderheart and lionblaze go to the tribe, he tags along. everyone, uh, strongly encourages he go. he is the big grouch.

section three: time travelling times

okay so the timeline for these books is...messy. if you track the chronology of my writing, it's messy. which is to say, i was thinking i could put forgotten warrior and distant whispers over the same time span, but that actually doesn't work, as i review my notes for FW because a big part of it is ivy and holly's relationship. so. fake news. whoops. that sucks.

or maybe it doesn't? idk i don't usually tell linear stories. i like messing with emotional impact of events. so writing 600k of very linear story telling is very not easy for me. but i'm trying.

right so basically the official order of events until i change my mind again is as follows (names abbreviated as DIHLJC because they're all unique): DCH returns from beavers, DILCJ go to tribe with some other random warrior undecided, J + rando return, JH start awkwardness (beginning of TFW, middle of DW), DILC return (end of DW), time travel stuff (middle to end of TFW). hopefully that was intelligble, but it is admittedly 85% for my own benefit.

alright so we've covered during beavers, now jayfeather and hmmmm let's say, uhhhh, let's say they go with, literally any interesting background character, uh, bumblestripe! he doesn't do anything in this au bumblestripe goes with them. also since his name starts w b i can still write DIHLJCB and have things be unambigious. and it means there are fewer bs in thunderclan and trust me you don't know how frustrating the existence of like 6 b characters is.

alright so we really have 3 sets of two pairs of cats here. maybe i won't go w bumblestripe, bc he doesn't have an existing relationship w jayfeather. i dunno. i'm a big fan of jay & briar, whether as a ship or just besties, but that's just out, and hollyleaf can't come a) because i said so and b) honestly maybe she can? actually wait hold on that solves my problems. hot damn so 6/6 of the pov cats go to the tribe and this will be one of the only times all six characters are plot relevant at the same time. but i'm going george r r martin on it and seperating the books not by time but into DICL + JH because they're two completely separate character arcs that happen to take place at the same time. (don't worry i'm going to resolve the fallen leaves thing. in this essay ig bc i've already covered hollyleaf.)

okay so yeah hollyleaf is sent bc jayfeather isn't planning on staying w tribe for long time. just short time. and he's all "firestar why"

"well jayfeather," firestar says, "you don't talk to your family."

"i talk to dovewing," jayfeather says

"you're not related to her," firestar says

"there's a whole prophecy about how i'm related to her," jayfeather says

"you know about that?" firestar says

and that's how the cat gets out of the bag.

so anyway. jayfeather and hollyleaf are sent because...hold on, spinning the wheel of reasons for a character to go on a field trip...because...because...because...because...jayfeather had one of those dreams. i don't know. rock or something. now he's going.

they get there, and this is where the books get a lil time wonky, bc jayfeather and hollyleaf stay for like a moon, during which jayfeather goes back in time. i think.

i haven't worked out the details and probably won't until i do an updated au synopsis because it's hard to keep track and i'm more concerned about character through lines. like, jayfeather does this and he feels sad, and hollyleaf is sad about her ghost boyfriend, and they're travelling back together, and hollyleaf is his sister and she doesn't make him feel like he needs protection and lionblaze is bad at that, and they start to talk again.

and yeah, they bond. again. it's kind of, on top of their old bond? like they don't repair anything, they bond like strangers. but it's not nothing, and that matters.

so jayfeather gets back, and we're moving into book five, and i don't remember when the last time i made a section break was or what number we're on, so...sorry.

section ???: old man yells at cloud

alright it's finally jayfeather's moment. you know, he's one of my favorite characters, and he only gets a book and a half. "but mateo," i hear you saying, "doesn't every character get a book and a half? and more importantly, 6x1.5 is 9, so how does every character get a book and a half?" well, yes, every character does, but dovewing and ivypool are relevant in books 1-3 and 6, cinderheart in 1-3 and 5, lionblaze in 1-3, and hollyleaf in 2-5 (and has a critical role in 1 and 6, just no character development), while jayfeather is just really essential to books 4-5, and has a background role in 3. that means he's about equal to lionblaze. he's equal to lionblaze. as far as the numbers go, i cannot tell you. it's a mystery.

right so the reason for this is because (a) jayfeather doesn't do that much in oots. i love him, but he's not, like, super important, and (b) he's going to work better in these books if he's concentrated. because his big theme is his relationship with hollyleaf and the past. they're both kind of stuck in it but in different ways. and that prevents them from ever properly healing. so jay never has a full arc in this. i mean he has a full arc, it's just not a satisfying one. and that means he's sort of got to be put in the containment units.

so anyway, he gets his real big moments in the fifth book, when he's reuniting starclan. i think this is one of the riskier decisions on my part: we'll see whether or not i can deliver on him the way i plan to. but i think i can pull it off so that his arc is more meaningful condensed as such.

right. so. jayfeather is decided. he is going to fix starclan. because dead cats need to get thier shit together and he dgaf.

he spends a decent amount of time arguing with yellowfang and bluestar, because basically no important cats have died. at least we're in omen of the stars so it still makes sense? i have no idea why yellow/blue are still so important. please kill more important cats. it makes us feel things.

but feathertail is also probably going to be involved, i don't know. i haven't read these books (specifically, books 4 and 5 of oots) in forever so i don't really remember what happens. but he's kind of, super done with everything. i think he'll probably try to get the support of mothwing and kestrelflight (which is canon i believe?) and try to work as a team. i feel like there's weirdness w shadowclan too i should sort out.

so yeah, there's some medicine cat bonding, everything is OK, sol is happening? but cinderheart is dealing with that. jayfeather is naturally very upset about disconnects with sol but like he's also dealing with stuff i...i really need to reread outcast and sign of the moon. well, they're on my list after "all of these fucking riverclan novels like why they don't show up in the main series but i still have to read a bunch to be able to write them that's not fair."

alright, well, with that very vague description of what happens, moving on, the prophecy gets revealed to the clans at a whole in like...the ending eighth of this book. trying to maximise the amount of exposure to other clans without messing with the pacing.

so jayfeather and undecided warrior B (definitively not hollyleaf) go to windclan. jayfeather is...very unhappy about this. he does not want to leave. thunderclan is his home, and he's blind, and it's really hard to adapt to a new space and he thinks everyone is going to treeat him badly.

and well, if you've read my culture posts, windclan is....very pro-medicine cats and pro-prophecy cats. funerals. mourning. prayer. is probably the best place to start, but to get to the meat of it, start with general clan culture. to summarize, windclan: religious. but kind of like catholics, they don't believe in an individual connection with starclan. only leaders, and medicine cats, and very rarely members of prophecies have a connection. so. jayfeather. he's twice over. that's very cool to windclan.

so cats are kind of falling over themselves to help him, and like. i mean jayfeather is a grouch and he hates that he needs someone to help him through the territory, but at least they don't treat it like a chore, or like he's pitiable. this is a desirable task. apprentices want to know about his powers. and kestrelflight is a respected part of the clan, arguably more important than onestar, and jayfeather has never really gotten over being shoved in the healer hole as a child like it was lesser or easier to be a medicine cat, and so it's a big change.

and yeah. so i mean. an unobservant reader might say jayfeather has sufficient ego. he does not need stroking. they, of course, would be wrong.

jayfeather has a complex, but it's not an ego issue. he's...he's been denied everything he's wanted, and he's jaded, and weary, and he's never really believed that his clan views him as able and equal. in canon, at present, he's lost almost every cat he's every cared about. alderheart is his strongest remaining tie, and his fear at losing him, but willingness to let him leave, is very telling.

so yeah, jayfeather enjoys being accepted. anyone would. he doesn't really have confidence issues, but....argh. i know why this is good i swear it'll come out in the writing.

anyway, that's...that's pretty much it. jayfeather? done.

#warrior cats #warriors au #warriors #hollyleaf #jayfeather #q #mine #txt #13th #March #2021 #March 13th 2021 #cloudtail's daughter #essay #long

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ribosoons · 4 years

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"what are gonna do about it? give me detention slip?"| Wonwoo

Wonwoo x reader || Fluff

Warnings: suggestive, mentions of alcohol, profanity

Summary: You basically hate each other.

a/n: my first lOoOong au omgggg!!! i worked for it days!! I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE WILL LIKE IT!!!!

"wow the caveman finally decides to come out of his cave"

"wow the house rat wasn't still learning her lesson not to put her nose on other's business'"

you scoffed on wonwoo's response. you gave him a look and he just gave you a smile that 'ha-stfu-bitch'. you just rolled your eyes and enter your room.

you live in a rent-a-room-kinda house full of people you don't know. well, you befriended them except jeon wonwoo, the caveman you knew.

And you are the only one who suffer?!

you can't remember the exact reason why you hated this man but all you can think of is:

you can give a longer list aside from this but this might take a while if ever you list them.

you tried to give wonwoo a talk about his noise but you may or may not became rude telling him to shut up.

since then, your housemates knew that both of you hated each other. like hate hate hate.

...

"so, what do you want for your birthday?" your friend Soonyoung asked.

"a cat" you blatantly said.

"hm" he laid his back to his chair when a student knocked to your faculty's door.

"is ms y/n there?" your student jana asked.

you quickly showed yourself and took the papers in her hands.

"thank you jana!"

you look at the pile of paper placed in your hand and thought. 'i will be up all night checking these papers'

later that night, as expected, you are up and checking your student's paper.

"WELL YEAH FUCK YOU KIM MINGYU YOU SUCK!" you heard wonwoo shouts followed by a burst of laughter.

you rubbed your temples and put on your earphones. but for your thin walls' sake. you can still hear wonwoo shout.

you got up to your seat and knock on wonwoo's room.

after 5 knocks still no response and you can still his rage.

you opened his door and took the nearest thing you can touch, which is this white coat, and threw it at him.

with his quick response he looked at you then his monitor and you saw him die to his game and the word "defeat" on this game and you heard a murmur of raging testosterone in his headphones.

"what?" he said while squinting his eyes on me.

"you are so noisy"

"what are gonna do about it? give me detention slip?"

you rolled your eyes to wonwoo because of his response and you slammed his door. opening again saying "please shut the fuck up im doing my papers"

and slammed the door again.

gladly wonwoo shut up this night thus having you a great night checking your students' paper.

...

you woke up to loud knocks to your door. you stood up and opened your door.

"can you please" you saw a grumpy wonwoo standing in front of you.

"what?"

"alarm. your alarm kept on ringing for the last 10 minutes. keep it down"

"what?" your nerves suddenly woke up and ran back to your phone and checked the time.

"oh shit" you murmur and took your towel and ran to your bathroom and took a shower.

with an unbelievable pace, you got to the school on time.

you walked peacefully while the students greet you their good mornings and replying to them also a good morning.

you got to your table and get ready for your first subject class.

"oh shit the papers" you suddenly realized and panicked. "oh shit oh shit"

"what?" soonyoung asked.

"I forgot my student's paper"

"cant you call home?"

"you are so genius"

you called the house's landline.

"hello?"

"hello this is y/n. who's this?"

"ah y/n noona! it is me chan!"

"ah! great! you have university today?"

"this evening but i need to shift to the cafe"

"i see. the thing is, can you bring me the pile of papers placed on my table?"

"sure!"

"thank you! the spare key of my room is placed under the nearest plant"

"okay!! see you!"

"see you thank you! i'll treat you lunch"

"ah no thanks. do my papers instead?"

"haha no. i'll treat you lunch"

"fine"

you hang up the call and go to your first class.

...

"happy birthday!" Soonyoung called as soon as you entered the faculty room.

"what?" your co-teachers were also saying their greetings.

Soonyoung shoved the cake to you face (not literally) and said "make a wish"

you closed your eyes and made a wish, wishing that you'll have a boyfriend before this year ends.

everyone claps and wished you a happy birthday once again after you blew the cake. everyone go back to their respective places and did their work.

"hey i have a gift for you" you followed Soonyoung to your faculty's coffee room and there you saw a kitten placed inside a cage.

"surprise" you gave Soonyoung a hug and thank him with all your heart.

"uhh sorry to interrupt you two but someone is looking for you ms. y/n" you looked to where your co-teacher pointing and saw wonwoo squinting his eyes on you.

he's on his black polo pairing with his black tie, he's not wearing his glasses? oh contacts.

you let go Soonyoung and fixed your blouse.

"what?" you asked soon as you came closer to wonwoo.

"is he your boyfriend?" now it's your turn to squint your eyes on him

"no, do you like him?"

"no"

"why are you here?" you asked.

"chan said i need to give these papers" he said and giving you a paper bag.

"oh. why?"

"the boy is running late"

"and you?"

"i'm on lunch break"

"how much time is your lunch break doctor Jeon?"

"not much"

"then go away you are running out of time. ill tell your boss you kept on slacking"

"wow after i gave you your papers? you're welcome madame"

"just kidding. thanks a bunch. have a great day!" you gave him a smile.

"so i can make noise later?"

"it's still a no for me"

"ok. i have to go"

"yeah see you" wonwoo turn his back to you. clutching the paper bag, you saw wonwoo walk back to you again.

"i forgot i got you this" he said while giving the boba he's been holding the whole time.

"for me?"

"yeah. its your birthday right?" he said still on his squinting eyes.

he's giving you a gift yet his face is just,,, squinting his eyes.

"t-thanks?"

"ok bye"

you just there watching his back, while drinking the boba he gave you, going further and further until he's gone.

"ms. y/n is he your boyfriend?" you almost choke with the boba to the sudden voice you heard.

"what? jana it's you! how can I help you?"

"no no, we are just walking around and we saw you with your boyfriend a minute ago"

"boyfriend? who?"

"the one who gave you those. so sweet he gave you a gift and a booobaaaa" they sing sang

"no jana, he's just a delivery man who delivered your papers. kindly distribute this to your classmates" they gave you a disappointed sigh.

"oh we thought he's your boyfriend. oh well, you should go out with Mr. Kwon instead!" you chuckled because of the silliness of your students.

"haha no, now go and enjoy your break while it lasts and distributes them"

"ok ms. y/l/n! see you later!"

...

you were about to get out when one of your students called you, it was jana.

"yes jana?"

"is this yours ms?" jana asked giving you the cute pin. "i saw it inside the paper bag you gave, i think it's yours. it was neither mine nor kath's"

it was a pin with a black cat printed on it.

"oh y/n it looks like this cat" soonyoung point out showing the cat he gave you.

it was.

"oh"

"goodbye ms. y/n! mr. kwon!" your student bid their goodbye.

"so it was from doctor jeon. i see" you squit your eyes to soonyoung which made him laugh.

"in your dreams kwon soonyoung. it was from chan im sure"

"ok y/l/n y/n"

...

as you got home chan instantly came to you.

"ah noona im sorry i didn't come. oh- is that a cat?"

"no its a rat" chan didn't answer instead he asked you what her name was.

"oh, actually i sill don't know" his question made you think what her name would be.

"oh chan" you could the younger whose petting the cat inside the cage you are holding.

"thank for the cute pin" you thanked him

"what pin?"

"the can pin?"

"i don't know what you are talking about" you just shrug and left the cat to chan and run a bathe for yourself.

going out of your room, wonwoo walked past you. before he opens his door he called your name.

"y/n, your spare keys" he said. he was about to come into his room when you halt him. you rush into your room and pick the pin jana saw inside the paper bag.

"is this yours? or someone from you vet?" you asked.

"no, never seen that" he said and finally entered his room.

you just shrugged and go to your newly adopted cat.

you sat beside chan and you two finally thinking what you should name this black cat.

"let's name her cat but in a different language"

"no"

"lets call her doggie"

"y/n please no"

"fish?"

"noona"

"sorry"

you two just stare at the cute cat thinking what would her name be.

"call her jett"

you two synchronously look back and saw wonwoo sipping his banana milk.

you squit your eyes on him.

"why?"

"because she's jett black"

you grabbed your little cat "ok you are now jett" you smiled to wonwoo.

chan saw his older hyung taken aback with your smile and gave him a meaningful smile.

wonwoo just rolled his eyes to chan which made the younger laugh.

"why are you laughing?"

"nothing"

...

"jett momma is home where are you" you yelled.

as soon as you get into your house's lounge area you saw wonwoo feeding your cat.

"what are you doing?"

"feeding your cat" he said not looking at you

"yes my cat"

"do you want her to starve into her death?" you just rolled your eyes and left the cat with the care of wonwoo to change your clothes and freshen up a little bit.

you go directly to wonwoo and you saw your cat sleeping peacefully on wonwoo's lap while he rubs her head.

He carefully lifted the little one but she insisted to stay on wonwoo's lap.

you have no choice but to sit beside wonwoo and wait for your cat to had her sleep deeper.

"how's work?" he randomly asked.

"good" you answered shortly. wonwoo just gave you a look seems like asking for more information.

"it was tiring. students are just too energetic for my liking. how about the vet?" you asked.

"common things happened. dogs, cats, hamsters with their monthly check-up and such" you gave him a nod.

you two were silent.

"wow you two at peace? no yelling?" your housemate minghao asked.

you both look at his squinting your eyes

"no" you said and carefully took the baby kitten on wonwoo's lap and go directly to your room.

...

this has become a routine for both of you, you going home seeing wonwoo feeding jett or just casually playing with her and you'll fix yourself and sit beside wonwoo waiting for the cat to sleep.

"wow what are you two? a newly wedded couple who bought a cat as their child?" mingyu asked. wonwoo brushed off the question by raising his middle finger.

wonwoo and mingyu left you with the cat because the two of them will play games, as usual, so you prepared yourself a food leaving jett inside your room since her toys were there. although she had toys around the house because of wonwoo, it is better to be safe than sorry that is why you left your cat inside the room.

after you washed your dishes you brought jett her cat food with you.

you opened the door and immediately saw jett laying in your floor with red stains surrounding her.

you panicked, you dropped jett's food and immediately knock on wonwoos door. it was mingyu who opened the door but you barged in and removed wonwoo's earphone and drag him into your room.

"y/n what the fuck"

"jett"

"what happened to jett?" right after he saw jett on your floor he quickly took gathered his first aid tools and check her pulse and heart rate.

"she's"

"she's what?" your cat meowed and licked wonwoo's fingers.

"what?" you repeated your self.

wonwoo looked around and saw the small bottle of lip tint around the cat. he was about to report what he saw to you but he saw you crying.

wonwoo placed down the broken glass of tint and gave you a hug while rubbing your back whispering that jett is in good condition, that i was all just misunderstanding. you kept on weeping but wonwoo stayed put in his place hugging you.

"everything is all right" he said and you broke off the hug.

you look around and saw jett purring at you. you let out a soft chuckle while sniffing.

"you silly cat" and you gave jett a hug.

after what happened you told wonwoo you have to clean jett's mess leading him to go back to his room and saw mingyu playing alone.

"you are restricted for 5 minutes, you were afk"

"yeah" wonwoo replied and sat to his seat.

"you two really looks like a new wedded couple~" mingyu sing sang

"shut up"

"no look. you have to confess"

"no shut up" wonwoo firmly said.

"ok if that what you really think" mingyu laughs.

"who was the dude who gave her cat again? soon- whaat? he's totally getting her"

wonwoo gave no answer on mingyu's statements living the younger dude laughing.

...

lunch break at your school, as usual, students keep on knocking on your door to ask for their teachers when they should be having a good lunch meal.

"miss y/l/n, someone is looking for you"

"how many times i have to tell my students i want to have a peaceful lunchtime" you ranted at soonyoung.

"welp this is what you've signed up for" you rolled your eyes and drank your water and go directly to the door.

in your surprise, it was not a student who's looking at you but it was wonwoo.

"uhh" he said, he may look calmed inside but dude he's panicking.

"what are you doing here?"

"i dont really know" you squint your eyes trying to look into his soul.

you were about to go back to your table when wonwoo grab your arms. "here" he gave you a paper bag and he flees away.

"how can he even surpass the guards?" you looked inside the paper bag and saw a boba and chocolate in it.

huh?

...

The next day, wonwoo came again but this time he barges into your class.

"you see im teaching" you said squinting your eyes.

"i can tell" he plainly stated.

"what do you want?"

"you" you were stunned when he said the word.

"what?"

"i mean i want you to have this. have a great day" again, he gave you a paper bag this time inside it, it has a slice of cake in it.

"yieeee miss y/n is he your boyfriend?" one of your students asked.

"oh! miss isn't he the one who gave you the pin?" jana asked.

"what pin?"

"the cattoooo~" she sing sang. you brushed off the questions and continued discussing.

the following days were the same, wonwoo kept on giving you foods during you-dont-know-when.

"lets have a bet" soonyoung interrupted you.

"no"

"oh come on!"

"hit me"

"i bet wonwoo likes you" his statement made you stop checking the papers and froze.

"oh i see~ you also like the guy~" he sing sang.

...

you just got home, trying to speed up your pace to avoid wonwoo.

"y/n i gave jett her monthl-"

"thanks" you quickly took jett from his grasp and run to your room. Jett meowed at you while looking.

"no, you have to stay away from him"

...

from the past few days, you kept on avoiding wonwoo. whenever he visits you to your workplace you always send soonyoung to talk to him.

in the house, you are trying to break wonwoo's and jett's bond by getting her and running to your room.

You dont know what to do.

"hey y/n" minghao called you

"yeah?"

"ill be hosting a party tomorrow here in our flat, are you okay with that? i kinda surveying everyone to know if yall are comfortable me having a party here"

"yeah sure! im okay with that"

"really? okay! it will be starting in 5pm!" you gave minghao a smile.

tomorrow came, it was saturday so it was kinda a free day for you (tho you have tons of paper to check but hey! it was a party, you need to join in!)

you came out of your room at exactly 5pm and everything was basically set up neatly. pingpong table, the drinks, the lights, everything!!

you roam around and saw some familiar figures and some weren't. you asked soonyoung also to come, minghao basically didnt give a shit you inviting someone.

this dude is rich.

"hey!" soonyoung danced going towards you.

"wassup!"

"nice party"

"this wasnt my plan tho"

you and soonyoung are just sticking to each other's company. Got drinks for yourselves.

you both are sitting in the couch while you and soonyoung chug the whole bottle of soju betting who will finish it first. you are so glad you took the peach flavored soju which put you in so much in advantage.

"I WON!" you declared.

"not fair" soonyoung checked your bottle and it was proven empty.

"hi y/n!" suddenly a wild mingyu appeared infront of you.

"oh hi! youre also here!"

"yeah i was invited by wonwoo"

"ah yeah the caveman ofcourse" mingyu excused himself and go directly to wonwoo's room.

"dude there is a fucking party outside and youre here playing valorant"

"yeah, and we are duoing"

"uh no, you need to socialize" mingyu chirped.

"pass, i had my annual socializing last month. ill be socializing next year"

"yeah soonyoung and y/n are together" mingyu blurt made wonwoo look at him. mingyu very well know that wonwoo is very much into you.

"lets take a few shots" wonwoo said leaving his pc and dragged mingyu outside.

wonwoo saw you laughing with soonyoung at the couch made him squint his eyes.

"i see. a point for soonyoung for today" mingyu giggled.

wonwoo chug his whole soju bottle and took a deep sigh.

"what now?" wonwoo asked looking at his friend.

"what what now? are you stupid? you need to make a move!" mingyu nagged.

"yeah, but she kept on avoiding me"

"yeah she 100% hates you" mingyu said which made wonwoo take another bottle of soju and chug it which made mingyu laugh.

"you are pussy"

"yeah fuck off"

wonwoo and mingyu are just watching you and soonyoung from sides. it was a shock for both of wonwoo ang mingyu when you and soonyoung stood up and saw you both going directly to your bedroom.

"someone's going to get her. hurry up" mingyu pushed wonwoo which made him run.

"hey! y/n!" wonwoo called before you two-step inside your room.

"what?" you respond.

"can we talk?"

"no" soonyoung just nudged you which made your eye roll.

"you go inside first" you instructed soonyoung and look at wonwoo.

"what do you want to talk about?"

"can we talk inside my room? its kinda loud here" you nod and follow him inside his room.

"are you avoiding me?" his question made you caught off guard thus making you hold your breath.

"yes" you said trying to sound confident. maybe because of the amount of alcohol you consumed.

"stop playing with my feelings" you whispered but wonwoo heard it loud and clear. you look down looking at you heels clutching your fist trying to stop yourself from crying.

"why?"

you felt wonwoo hold your chin bring it up. you two lock your gaze.

"i like you y/n" wonwoo pressed his lips into yours and quickly retreated. he looked at your facial expression and saw you squinting your eyes. which made him giggled and kissed you again.

you two kissed moving against each other. wonwoo moved his hand, left on you waist right on your nape.

you wrapped your arms in wonwoo's neck and just go with the flow in your kiss.

"you know what y/n" wonwoo said between your kisses.

"what?" you responded still kissing him back.

"i love you" he said. you felt him smile between your kisses.

you two break off from each other. placing wonwoo's forehead into yours.

"i wanna know if you like me too. if not, ill make you love me"

"well i kinda like you" you said laughing bringing your head on wonwoo's chest.

wonwoo held you head carefully and placed a kiss on top of your head and say "i will take care of you and jett"

"promise?"

"i promise"

"just so you know the reason why im looking at you that way because i forgot my glasses at my office"

#seventeen imagine #seventeen fluff #seventeen au #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo au #wonwoo imagine #ribosoonswrites

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Synopsis | You find yourself literally living a classic Romcom trope by being the nerdy introvert in love with her unexpected friend, Kim Taehyung, your university’s golden theater boy and campus heartthrob. It only turns more disgustingly cliché when you learn he part-times as a prince actor in the same carnival where you work as a ticket booth attendant. Trusting on the clichés you’ve watched in numerous Romcom films, you embark on a plan to get your crush to like you back this Halloween. Pairing | prince actor!taehyung x ticket booth attendant!oc Genre | So much fluff, slight angst, humor that’s close to being crack Wordcount | 10,184 AU | Carnival Prompt | “You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on.” – “I bet you tell everyone that.” Warnings | None A/N | This is for @foreverpark’s Halloween Writing Challenge! It’s my first time joining a challenge like this so thank you so much Sarah for giving me an opportunity to experience this! For my hons out there, here’s my Halloween fic for you! Please also check out Sarah’s fics and the other fics for this challenge, they’re all great! Happy reading!

At every start of success story speeches, there is a ninety percent probability you will hear “Fake it ‘til you make it.” How Mark managed to chance upon an idea of an app, How Sarah snagged the director position she dreamed of, how introverted Kim developed progressive networks–it is an imperative that saying will pop out in every single one of these stories. Well, except yours, because it’s the other way around in your life. At times “Fake it ‘til you make it’ does makes a cut, but in most of your major life events where you desperately wished for it to work, it doesn’t really work. You know because you’ve long tried to fake you’re so invested in your part-time job, only for you to cry out at night that you didn’t want to do it anymore.

Sitting on an uncomfortable stool with a small fan on your right as reprieve from the heat, you spend most of your day with cramped legs inputting number of tickets sold, handing over ticket stubs, becoming an instant customer service attendant, and smiling through clenched teeth at the people that stop by your booth. Working the most boring job in the carnival is not something you can fake to enjoy until you make enough savings for your college tuition. That is, until Kim Taehyung came.

“Wonder boy” is an extreme understatement to describe that guy. Kim Taehyung is cute and has a model-esque body and his voice sounds so nice when he’s in his prince costume entertaining the kids who enter the Fairytale Land booth. Okay, maybe you’ve been staring at him too long than you’re supposed to when you’re at work. But in your defense, you’ve known Kim Taehyung long before you discovered he also part-times at the Enchanted Carnival–long enough for you to harbor a massive, embarrassing crush on the boy.

Kim Taehyung studies in the same university as you and you first saw him the day you didn’t attend your history class just so you can prepare for your midterms in the said subject–the irony of college students’ philosophy. That day, you just entered a classroom you frequent for study purposes, knowing it will be empty during your history period. Except for that day because the moment you pushed open the door, a stable vibrato echoing within the rooms’ walls halts in an awkward coughing fit.

Your anxiety-driven nerves immediately take over you. “Uhh, I’m sorry I just barged in I didn’t mean to interrupt you–”

“No, it’s o-okay,” the boy coughs, hitting his chest repeatedly. “I was just su-surprised.”

“I’m really sorry for interrupting you,” you take a step back, your hand grasping for the knob. “Continue on, I’ll just find another room–”

“No, it’s okay, you can share the room with me.”

“A-are you sure?” you squint, still rooted at the door. “You don’t have like, a class in here or something? You have a projector set up on the teacher’s desk.”

“Nah, it’s just my prop when I do my final runs.” He walks to the projector and flips down its lens cover. A picture of a wooden fort set in what looks like cobble-stoned streets of 18th century France flashes on the white board. “See?” The boy turns to you, grinning. “I’m cutting just like you. No pressure, mate. Stay.”

“B-but you’re practicing, I may distract you.”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind some audience–unless, you get distracted from studying by music, then I’ll go and find–”

“No, it’s okay,” you chuckle. “I don’t get distracted by music. I love music. Actually, I like listening to songs while I study so yeah, go on.” You set your papers on the nearest seat and plop down.

“You do?” The boy asks and you find yourself smiling at his beaming face. You’ve never seen someone who smiles so bright like him on a constant-interaction basis.

“Yeah, I do. By the way, what are you singing for?”

“Oh yeah,” the boy scratches his nape, reds forming on the tips of his ears. “uh, this is for my Drama club. I’m still in the application process and we have this task to play and perform as a theater character tomorrow Friday. I wanted to do Jean Valjean from Les Miserables.”

“Wow, that’s great,” you smile, “actually I’m studying for my History midterms, so yeah, your practice is very timely. You can be my background music,” you chuckle, “to give me the better feel of what I will be crying over later back at my home.”

Taehyung laughs and you chuckle before going back on your own devices. An hour and a half passes with you flipping furiously through your reviewer in time with the instrumentals behind Taehyung’s velvet voice. When the bell rings and the afternoon class scheduled in the room starts to form a mini clique outside, you scramble out the door with a mess of papers pressed to your chest and a new name to mull over during your breaks: Kim Taehyung.

Unlike what you predicted, that encounter was not the last you will have with the theater boy. You had a couple of classes with him in the next semester and he sat next to you in each lectures. You also became partners for a pair project in your Communication Theories class. Kim Taehyung became a regular presence in your college life that at the end of your sophomore year, you knew his dream of becoming a theater actor, all his likes, dislikes and insecurities, and even his secrets he said his friends knew none of like “Y/N, do you know I used to dream of becoming a Disney prince? Not used to, actually I still low-key dream of playing Shang from Mulan just so I can sing ‘Make a Man Out of You.’” You never imagined you would hit up such a friendship with someone who’s the total polar opposite of you. Taehyung’s a social butterfly while you hate going out of your house. He knows almost three-fourth of the total population in the university with him getting to manage nine clubs while still maintaining his academics. In total contrast to you who never got to join any organizations, too afraid of making commitments you neither can fulfill nor prioritize over staying at home and reading your fiction books. Not to say Taehyung’s on the top of the strata with his handsome looks, blessed physique, impressive talent, and wide range of friends. While you’re someone who easily blends with the crowd’s background noise, with nothing too much to offer but a small group of friends and a fascination for critiquing movies–especially those that are really bad.

You guess that people say, “Opposites attract” for a reason because when you and Taehyung move on to sophomore year, you find yourself crushing hard on the boy. However for you, the attraction is definitely going to be one-sided. You’re sure of it because how can Taehyung ever like you back? You’re the epitome of average-ness that you even became the stepping stone for the girls who want to snag a date with Taehyung. Of course you wouldn’t let Taehyung miss out on cute girls he can probably date when he can have any girl he wish to be with. And, you’re too chicken to act out even a hint of your feelings for him. Clammy hands, jumpy heart, and equipped with an instinct to run to the opposite hall when you so much as glance at Taehyung’s approaching figure, you are sure he will be the death of you. Everything turns worse when you learn he part-times this summer break in the same carnival you work pathetically.

“Yo, Y/N, you work here, too?” Taehyung nears you, clad in a white polo dangerously unbuttoned down his chest, navy trousers that cinches his narrow hips, and brown combat boots. He is also wearing an unbuttoned red military jacket, its shoulder pads making his shoulders look broader than they’d ever been. A rich red cape embellished with golden details flows behind him, complementing the gold tassels on his jacket and his golden crown that makes him look impossibly more ethereal. He fucking looks like a brunet Howl from Howl’s Moving Castle.

You consciously glance down at your outfit: sweat-stained purple polo shirt with Enchanted Carnival’s logo embroidered on its breast pocket, tucked in generic black slacks that doesn’t fit you well. When you reach up to tuck the stray strand of hair that escapes your ponytail, you’re reminded you’re still wearing the silly mandatory headband with pink bunny ears. Your face feels oily, your hair’s unwashed, and you just remembered you’re not wearing any makeup on. Great, you fucking look like all college students’ worst job nightmare.

“Hey, you’re still there?”

“Ye-yeah, uh, hi, Tae,” you smile awkwardly, snatching your headband off and hiding it behind your back. You tried to make yourself look less embarrassing but it backfired when all short strands of your hair messily spill down to your cheeks. You smile wider. Okay, this is the worst day ever.

“I didn’t know you’re also working here,” Taehyung says.

“Umm, yeah. I forgot to tell you, I’m sorry–”

“No, no, no, it’s okay!” Taehyung waves his hands, laughing. “In fact this is great!”

“Great?” You want to jump off from a cliff right on.

Taehyung remains oblivious in your self-pity and just grins. “Yeah, it means I get to see you everyday even when we’re outside uni!”

“We do see each other outside uni. I tutored you for six months straight in the library.”

“Yeah, but I mean, it’s nice we get to be co-workers. It’s good to have a familiar face around so work wouldn’t be so boring. Say, Y/N, why don’t we have lunch at the cafeteria later? I have so many to tell you and–”

“Yah, Kim Taehyung! You’re up next, what are you doing outside?” you glance behind your friend and see Jimin, dressed in the same uniform as you minus the silly headband, wildly waving for the boy in front of you. When Jimin notices you, he breaks into a smile, “Oh, hi, Y/N,” and then he returns to his agenda. “Taehyung come here quickly! The batch of kids is nearing the Princess’ Castle, boss is gonna chew us out if you didn’t get back to the booth in three!”

Taehyung sighs and looks at you with shoulders drooped. “I have to go back now. Guess, I’ll see you later?”

“Okay, later, then. Have fun, Tae,” you wave at him with a smile.

When you head back for your booth, you cross your fingers and hope you don’t see him later. How can the universe do you this dirty by placing him so near you right when you are at your worst?

At the end of the day, you learn the universe just does you dirty for the hell of it. Taehyung bounds your way for lunch break in his prince costume, grinning stupidly just when you’re about to sneak off to the comfort rooms. Nevertheless, you accept the lemons life is giving you and decide to relish in your crush’s presence as you joke over lunch. You just didn’t expect that day will start an unannounced routine with Taehyung eating lunch with you and him walking you home after your shifts for the rest of your summer break. The seemingly grey area in your friendship with Taehyung turns more mind-boggling when the man keeps up with the routine even after the summer break has ended, with you two continuing your part-time jobs at the carnival every weekend.

Truth be told, your set-up with Taehyung is a blessing in disguise. He may see you greasy-faced, constantly suffering at work, and daily pissed at your cramped station with poor ventilation but at least you get to see the man you fell in love with everyday. Not just the Taehyung who’s the campus crush and the talented actor every kid in the carnival loves. But the Taehyung who stays up with you until three in the morning talking about what you want for yourselves, who genuinely laughs at your puns and memes everyone else finds corny, and who tells you he’s enjoying himself in his job because finally, he gets to act like a Disney prince.

So when you find yourself only falling for Taehyung deeper, getting over him becomes the last resort in your to-do list. You start to let yourself get ahead of you and assume that maybe, just maybe, there is a chance Taehyung likes you back. Or else he wouldn’t do all those things with you with his stare lingering on your face, and his hand brushing against your own on multiple occasions you swear are not conjured up by your lovesick heart. Right?

With the Halloween season closing in and your part-time contracts at the carnival nearing its end, you are compelled to finally make a move on Taehyung. The carnival is the only place where your social and visual gap matters the least. You’re going to get an answer from him before this perfect chance expires. All you have to do now is have courage for the things you’re about to do and you pray that this time, the universe lets you successfully fake it ‘til you make it.

***

Plan 1: The Makeover Montage

You’ve watched enough Romcom films to know that a good makeover montage creates an obvious statement that a woman is about to claim her man. And so, you started making your wallet cry and your fingers ache by splurging on cosmetic brands and watching YouTube makeup tutorials. You’re proud of yourself when by the time Monday rolls in, you are confident you can pull off the cat wing and coral peach color scheme you learnt in exchange of sleep-deprived nights.

You wait by your locker and glance at your watch. 7:48 A.M. Great, just in time. You look down on your outfit: a white ruffled blouse tucked in a pink and yellow plaid skirt. Spending three hours planning today’s outfit was totally worth it, you mentally pat yourself.

Three minutes pass and then the bell chimes. You stand up straight and crane your neck to look for your target. Amy from History, Dave from Economics, Amanda from the College Secretary’s Office, Jimin from Arts and the Enchanted Carnival–There! Kim Taehyung.

Taehyung catches your eye and waves at you. He whispers something to Jimin before he bounds toward you. “Hi, Y/N. Didn’t know you’re an early bird now. I thought your first class today is later at eleven thirty?”

“U-um, I have so-something to pass to Ms. Terry at the Department of Arts and Communication,” you laugh awkwardly.

“Oh is that so? Wait,” Taehyung looks at you, eyes wide. “Is it a homework I may have forgotten to do at home?”

“N-no! There’s no homework! It’s just uh–a follow-up on a project!”

“A project? Did Ms. Terry announce any project? I’m sorry, I’m just confused because we take her class together and–”

“It’s a personal project!” you interject with a grin. “I…uh, I’ve been working on it since last month. I forgot to tell you about it, but it’s not much, just a collection of…news clippings.”

“News clippings, hmm, that sounds interesting. Tell me about it at lunch, I will go ahead now to my first period,” Taehyung steps back and makes a salute, his alternative of a goodbye wave to you. “Good luck with your project!”

“Wa-wait, Tae!”

Taehyung halts in his steps and looks at you. “Why? Is something wrong?”

“I–uh, did you notice anything new today?”

“New?” Tehyung tilts his head. “Is it a new promo for the diner we frequent?”

“Uhh, no.”

“Umm,” Taehyung bites his lip, “is it a new movie you sent to me in our Discord?”

“Uh, also no. And, I will gush about a movie first to you in person before I send it to our Discord.”

“Oh, right,” Taehyung chuckles. “Is it a new book then?”

“No.”

“New supplies in the bookstore you love?”

“No.”

“A new flavor of coffee in the vending machine?”

“No.

“A new–”

“Goddamn it, Taehyung, you know what, just go to your class,” you purse your lips and Taehyung gawks at you.

“W-why? Did I say something wrong, Y/N?”

“No, it’s just, you’re so obliviou–UGH!”

“‘Obliviou-ugh?’” Taehyung looks more confused than ever he’s been in his life.

You take in deep breath and take it as a signal for you to retreat. “Don’t mind me it’s just my mood swing!” you holler as you turn your back and walk fast to the exit. Following-up with a faint “See you later!” to the bewildered boy by the time you step out the hallway.

After what happened today, you guess Taehyung won’t easily notice your makeover with just one encounter. You decided to keep it consistent for the rest of the week, waking up earlier to curl your hair and apply makeup before going to your classes. And every day you kept trying something new – a change of shade in the lip gloss, a swipe of a bolder eye shadow, a shift from preppy to sophisticated clothing styles–Taehyung still fails to notice anything. Even when you turn up for your shift in the carnival with full-on makeup for the very first time, Taehyung just passes you by with his usual demeanor.

“Hi, Y/N!”

“Hi Tae!” You cringe at how chirpy you sound. “Umm, you look exceptionally good today!”

“Yeah?” Taehyung looks at his clothes, the same Howl costume he always wears in his shift. “Well, I look like this everytime in my shift so thanks?”

“But, have you noticed anything new today?” you bat your mascara-laden lashes for emphasis.

“New?” Taehyung leans closer to you and this time you feel your heart pounding in suspense. Of course he’ll notice it now, you never wear this much makeup at work–

“Oh, your ID lace!” Taehyung snaps his fingers, grinning. “Right, you changed your ID lace, how can I miss out on it? You always complain about the neon orange you used to have and now it’s black just like how you always want.”

You balk at him. “Uhh, it’s still the ones provided by the staff. They just changed the color.”

“Yeah, isn’t that great? You’ve always wanted a black ID lace! Remember when you used to tell me you’re gonna file a petition to change the neon orange lace to black? It’s finally black!” Taehyung claps you on the back and then makes his signature salute. “See ya later at lunch Y/N. And congrats to the ID lace!”

You poke your cheek with your tongue in annoyance. You’ve done such a good job perfecting your makeup and all he notices is just your ID lace?! What the motherfucking–

Okay, maybe Taehyung doesn’t get makeover montages. You cross Plan 1 out and step up to Plan 2.

Plan 2: The Assertive Approach

If Taehyung can’t notice physical changes, maybe this time, he can notice behavioral changes. In the films you have watched, you’ve seen countless protagonists be successful in catching the eye of their love interests by changing their flirting style. You’ve always dreamt of becoming like Julia Roberts in her hit romance films: confident, bold, and unafraid to make the first move. So this time, you get to finally be the woman of your dreams and you hope she can also entice the man inside your heart.

You started your metamorphosis by sitting closer to Taehyung during lectures, leaning closely to him whenever he’s talking with you, closing the space between your faces with a mere inch of breath. You also let your hands do the speaking for you whenever you walk home from work, masking the frequent brushing of your fingers against his, an obvious open invitation for him to hold your hand, seemingly accidental. But whatever you do, Taehyung still can’t get any hint. He’ll just smile at you and proceed to what he’s doing without even a waver in his tone.

Fueled with desperation, you decide to cross the boundary from subtle to blatant assertion in your lunch break with Taehyung.

“Today’s a pretty beat day,” Taehyung remarks, taking off his sweaty cape. “Some teens decided to not go with the usual flow of the booth and visit the stops in reverse. I felt sorry for Jimin. He looked so stressed manhandling each teen out of the booth and giving them a stricter run-over of the booth’s rules.”

“Yeah?” You slide closer next to his seat and cross your legs. “Then what about you, did the teens made fun of you? I heard from Seokjin that Lisa almost broke down when they poked around her unicorn costume.”

“I’m glad I’m the last stop. Jimin already entered the booth when the kids made the ruckus at Lisa’s stop.” Taehyung sighs, running his hand through his damp fringes. “I couldn’t imagine myself dealing with such troublesome people. If I were in Lisa’s place, I would have already been screaming at them for being bastards at such a young age. It’s a relief, it didn’t happen. I would have lost this job.”

“I’m glad, too, you didn’t get hurt.” You lean towards him, resting your head against his shoulder. You felt him stiffen in his seat and you smile. “I would have been so worried, you know. I don’t know what I will do,” you grab his hand, intertwine it with yours, and look up at him, “if I don’t see you around here anymore.”

“Really?” Taehyung turns to you and you nod. He smiles. “Thanks, Y/N, for your concern. I would feel the same if you were to experience that. Oh, we should probably eat now, our food’s getting cold.” Taehyung immediately detaches his fingers from yours, leaving you gaping in your seat.

Your lunch proceeds like usual and the awkward hand-holding you pulled off was never brought up again. Like Plan 1, you kept Plan 2 consistent for the week. However, Taehyung still remains painfully oblivious.

Plan 2 is unsuccessful so you cross it out and decide it’s time to take your game to the full notch.

Plan 3: The Vixen’s Touch

If Taehyung can’t recognize physical and behavioral changes, he cannot miss out on a temptation handed over on a silver platter. Plan 3 is the ultimate overkill. No one can resist the seductive vixen. You already braved through doing a Julia-Roberts-character. Going for the longest mile with Megan Fox shouldn’t be a problem. This is probably just your ego talking but you’re not gonna let the smallest bit of shame creep in to you now. Not now, when you’re putting all your cards on the table for Taehyung’s heart. This is all or nothing.

You see, the Vixen’s Touch is the epitome of all Romcoms’ super power move. Just one scene is enough to turn the tables around and let the heroine achieve whatever outcome she desires. However, such great power comes numerous setbacks. One can only do a vixen move once and never more because if it’s overdone, it will lose it’s mystery, charm, and power–everything that makes it an effective Romcom move. So, you planned your Vixen Touch meticulously.

You can’t do a Megan-Fox-move at school because you’ll attract too much attention, especially with Taehyung who’s already at the spotlight of social interactions. Instead, you will pull it off in the carnival, where you can have your crush all to yourself without worrying about ambitious bitches intruding your scenario. You’ll enter the Fairy Tale booth during your break time and sneak to the backstage from the “Authorized Personnel Only” door on the left of the second stop. From there, you will do Lisa’s advice to take a right turn and then a left. It will lead to a connecting hallway that ends with the red curtains behind the Princess’ Castle. There, you’ll surprise Taehyung, who’s waiting for the princess’ cue, with a tingling touch against his spine and a sexy and breathy, “Hi, Tae.” Taehyung will be shocked and you’ll close the gap between the two of you. With the dark setting and the seemingly scandalous set-up, the thrilling mood will compel you to lean towards him and he will close his eyes and interlock his lips with yours in a passionate kiss. If you make it fast to the connecting hallway, you will have enough alone time with Taehyung before the batch of people even reaches the third stop from the princess’ castle. You grin to yourself. Your plan has never been this perfect.

Weekdays pass with you continuing your Assertive Approach. Taehyung’s still clueless, making the transition to Plan 3 much more thrilling. When Saturday finally rolls in, you set your game-est face on.

It’s a week before Enchanted Carnival’s Halloween Party, which means the management is lenient on the part-timers’ work uniforms. After all, you only have one week left before you end your contracts. And so, you pull out your fanciest casual outfit–a little red dress with off-shoulder sleeves, partnered with fishnet stockings that go well with your black combat boots. You also perfected your makeup: eyebrows on-fleek, cat wings on-point, deep brown smoky eyes, and blood-red lips. To top off your look, you put on a thin, black choker. You smile at yourself. You did a good job making yourself look hot. You know it’s not just your ego talking because when you arrive at the ticket booth, Jimin compliments your look.

“Yo, Y/N, I never knew you could look this pretty,” Jimin grins at you.

"You also look good today,“ you return, taking note of how well his striped buttondown fits his frame. “I didn’t know today is leg day,” you add, admiring how his ripped jeans accentuate his legs you never knew were this muscular.

Jimin smiles, “Say it for yourself, Y/N. You look a solid twelve.” He rocks on the balls of his feet back and forth. “I guess the management did a good job letting us wear our casual clothes. You don’t know how bad I wanted to take off our horrendous uniform whenever we work.”

“That’s…highly inappropriate but I guess you do you,” you point finger guns at him. Jimin chuckles and waves goodbye to you, heading for the Fairy Tale booth. You seat yourself in your work station. Today’s a good start. You hope your luck continues until break time.

Lunch passes by and so far everything’s a breeze. You haven’t seen Taehyung today, probably caught up with the kids who frequent his booth in large batches as Halloween approaches close. Nevertheless, it’s good news. Your surprise will totally knock him off his feet.

The clock chimes two. Seokjin comes over and takes over the ticket booth as you take your break. It’s show time.

Just like your plan, you head for the Fairy Tale booth in quick strides. Lisa manages the entrance to their booth today and she lets you in without any ado, already used to you and Taehyung crossing to and fro your respective booths. Greeting Val, the Elfen soldier of the first stop and Yeji, the mermaid from the second stop, you head for the “Authorized Personnel Only” door and push it open. It leads to a darkly-lit hallway with a heavily carpeted flooring. You follow Lisa’s tips, taking a right turn and a left. True to her word, the connecting hallway ends with the thick red curtains. And there in the corner, is your dream man facing the curtains and waiting for his signal. You don’t hear any clamor of people nearing the Princess’ Castle, even the faintest of chatter inaudible. You thank the universe for this luck. You made it in time.

The seconds seem to slow down into minutes as you stepped closer to Taehyung. Your heart pounds loud and fast against your ears. This is it. You’ll finally make Taehyung realize you have your heart laid out for him. And if you’re lucky, he will also give his to you today.

With a mere foot left between you two, you reach out for him.

“Hey, Taehyung–”

“What the fuck–”

Everything happens too fast. Instead of Taehyung’s surprised face, a hard punch straight to your nose is what greets you. Intense pain spreads over your senses and you reel over, feeling your entire face on fire.

"Oh my fucking, God, I’m sorry! Oh my God, Y/N, I didn’t see you–are you alright?!“ Taehyung catches your arms as you stagger backwards, pulling you to your feet to prevent you from falling.

You nod and waved dismiss-ally to his panicked state.

Just right then, you feel something wet trickle down your lips.

"Oh my God, Y/N, you’re bleeding!” Taehyung screams and he immediately leads you to a chair propped on the corner. He frantically pulls out tissues on the table nearby and dabs the wetness that seeps on your skin. “Shit, what are you even doing here?! I thought you were a ghost, I’m so sorry I punched you!”

You’re too dazed to register everything that has happened and your lack of response causes Taehyung to panic more.

"Fuck, Y/N, I’m so, so, sorry! Oh my God, this is all my fault. Just sit right there, I’ll call for help!“ Taehyung rushes to the end of the hallway and you hear him scream for Jimin. Pounding footsteps follow and then it’s not just Taehyung fussing over you, but also Jimin.

"Do you think it’s broken?” Taehyung asks Jimin, voice trembling.

"I don’t think so. She’s not bleeding that much. Taehyung, relax, I already called for first aid–”

"How can I relax when Y/N’s in pain?! Which I inflicted on her! You know what, let’s call the ambulance!–”

This is not what you planned for. This is not how you imagined you will spend your last shift at the carnival with Taehyung.

Wetness trickles down your cheeks and before Taehyung can rush over and wipe your tears away, the Carnival’s first aid team has already barged in and crowded over you.

You were led to the small clinic of the carnival where you were given a tissue to stick in your nose. The physician told you your nose was luckily not broken and your body has just undergone shock. Once the bleeding has stopped, you’re good to go. Seokjin also called you he already informed your boss about what happened, telling you he’ll take over your shift and you’re now free to go home. The next few minutes pass in silence and you sink further onto the foldable bed. However, the universe decides it’s not yet done fucking up your day when the door opens with a loud bang and there stands Taehyung, huffing and drenched in sweat.

"I’m sorry I only got here now. Boss scolded me for what I did to you,“ Taehyung sighs deeply as he sits on the chair next to you, leaning his elbows on your bed. “I’m really sorry, Y/N. All of this wouldn’t have happened if I didn’t overreact.”

"I-it’s okay, Tae. You didn’t know I was there.“

"What are you even doing at our booth? Much more creeping in the dark?”

You bit your lip and look away. “It’s my break, it’s just,” you sigh, “I thought of surprising you today and well, it didn’t go as well as I planned it.”

"Plan? For what? Is there something we’re supposed to celebrate today?“

You turn back to Taehyung and meet his eyes. His eyes are focused on your face, waiting for your answer.

Well, maybe not all Romcom cliches work just like how they appear to be in movies. Maybe not all romantic gestures need to be grand in order to convey the sincerity of one’s feelings. Maybe it could be as simple like this– two people staring at each other in a clinic, uncaring of the world happening beyond your little bubble.

And as you stare at Taehyung’s face and see the reflection of yourself through his eyes, confused and tired, you decide it’s time for you to finally say it. No more orchestrated pretenses. No more intricate plans.

"Today is our last day in our work and I wanted to surprise you by finally being true to my feelings. I no longer look at you as a friend, Taehyung. I’m in love with you.”

Taehyung doesn’t reply. He just stares at you. You slowly feel the air getting squeezed out of your lungs, and it’s not just because of your stuffed nostril. Another beat of silence passes and then Taehyung’s face falls as he gapes at you, confused, shocked, and for a moment you see disappointment flash across his face. “W-what? Y/N, when did you-I, I don’t know what to say, I-why now?”

You bite your lip, feeling the tears well in your eyes. “Why not now, Taehyung?”

"Because–” Taehyung sighs and he purses his lips, dragging a hand over his face. “Y/N, you’re my friend, but I–”

"You know what, Taehyung, I get it,“ you turn your back on him, tasting blood on your lips from biting too hard to keep the tears at bay. You won’t cry because of him and in front of him at the same time. He doesn’t get to see you this weak. “You can leave me now.”

"But, Y/N, I–”

"Does punching me in the face not enough for you?! Just leave!“

You hear Taehyung sigh. The mattress of the bed puffs up again as the weight leaves. A faint “I’m sorry” resounds in the stifling silence. When the door closes with a soft click, the tears finally fall.

You stifle your broken sobs on your pillow.

***

You’re back in your old cycle: Eat, sleep, study, and lie low at the background. You steered clear from Taehyung in your classes, seating far away from your usual seat. You neither stopped by his locker in the mornings, nor waited for him in front of your own locker for lunch. You even went as far as avoiding your common friends, the thought of people asking about what happened between you and Taehyung makes you reel back to the embarrassment and disappointment of that day.

As much as you wanted to hate Taehyung, you find it hard to admit that every single thing that has gone wrong points back to you. You assuming anything more than what you already have with him, you doing outrageously unnecessary things for him, you bending yourself backwards in your desperation for him – it has always been yourself.

You tried to stay as identical to the background as you can be, away from Taehyung and anything that is associated with him. Because as much as you feel like an empty vessel for every single day, you cannot find it in yourself to erase Taehyung from your mind. Even when his last words with you kept on re-opening the wounds you’ve been trying hard to stitch back together. And, you can’t have that. You can’t run back to him and let him kick you back to the curb. It’s time for you to learn your lesson.

But no matter how successful you were the past days in running from Taehyung, you know you cannot avoid him forever. Especially when Enchanted Carnival has required the part-timers to attend their annual Halloween Party tomorrow, arranged by their permanent staff. After all, it’s the day you’ll terminate your contract and receive your last salary for your job.

You have never sorely regretted your past decisions like this before. You’re love-fool state of mind back then has induced you to buy an expensive costume. A fancy dress that has a carnation pink rayon bodice and full skirt, layered with delicate purple cotton voilewhich looks like soft rose petals that perfectly cinch the waist. It has long, glittered see-through sleeves that ruffle at the end of your arm, and it is adorned with golden intricate curvilinear details that go around the bust area and matches the golden flower belt on the waist. It even came with a faux golden crown with a short pink veil attached to the back. Yes, you fucking bought a princess bride costume just to match with Taehyung’s usual work attire because of course, Taehyung will come looking like a Disney prince. And now that everything you planned has gone downhill, the excitement is over and the only thing you feel is bitterness and a desperate wish to get things done and over with.

You reached the carnival at seven and by that time, the party is in full swing. Enchanted Carnival looks like a cirque-esque other-world. Small Jack o’ Lanterns replaced the usual light bulbs to light the carnival in an alluring tangerine glow. Signboards of “Happy Halloweens” range from small cutouts that hung from the poles, to gigantic illustrations pasted right on the walls of the some stalls. Pumpkin and ghost-shaped candies were sold at almost every corner and the people that pass by, carnival staff or not, embody the fantasy and surrealism of the carnival. You’ve seen pirates, sirens, faeries, and even witty realistic horror such as Jung Hoseok, the roller coaster attendant, wearing casual jeans and shirt with electric bills pasted on his chest and back.

“Hey, Y/N! I thought you weren’t coming.” You look to your left and see Lisa in a No Face costume. Seokjin follows close behind, dressed like Sokka from Avatar: The Last Airbender.

“Uh, yeah–I mean,” you clear your throat “how can I not come when I get to be paid at the end of the night?”

“Yeah, that’s the spirit,” Seokjin chuckles. “The salary is my only motivation when I lost a bet to Yeji and agreed to dress like…this.”

“Hey, Sokka’s not bad!” Lisa frowns. “Avatar: The Last Airbender is the best show ever and Sokka’s like a perfect ten.”

“Yeah, but it would have been better if you know,” Seokjin huffs, “I get to be Toph. So I can finally un-see Hoseok’s stupid’s antics, especially his dumb electric-bill costume tonight. It doesn’t get to be low-cost, witty, and funny all at the same time. It’s unfair.”

You laugh, feeling your jaw hurt a little from smiling so wide. It’s been a while since you smiled, with the past days spent crying and moping around in your room. You’re grateful for Lisa and Seokjin who tried to cheer you up throughout the night, distracting you from thoughts that revolve around Taehyung by pulling you into ride after ride, playing games in stall after stall, and stuffing your mouths with delicious treats.

You were having the best night of your life, until you find your group stopping in front of a booth – The 13th House.

You turn to Lisa. “Hey, you didn’t tell me a horror booth is included in our itinerary.”

“Because I don’t need to,” Lisa grins. “Horror booths are a classic! How can Halloween be Halloween without some spook?”

“Right, and relax Y/N,” Seokjin says, “It’s not like we’re gonna leave you. And trust me, it’s not that scary. I already visited this booth to prank Jungkook. Too bad I was unsuccessful that time with Jungkook already immune to jumpscares from manning the effects and all.”

Except it is scary. The 13th House is the only booth you didn’t dare to visit during your entire work period. Your remember how your legs turned to jelly the first time you saw its front: An old gothic mansion with dilapidated walls and broken windows, its wooden main door covered in bloody handprints, and its gray, dry lawn surrounded by amputated body parts. You know all of it were just manmade but it doesn’t lessen the creeps you get when every detail and props are fashioned too realistically.

Nevertheless, you went along with Lisa and Seokjin and get your ticket-bracelets scanned by the booth marshal. Even if you feel like running away the moment you hear the loud, sinister creak of the main door when you start for the first stop, you stood your ground and wear your big girl game face on. It’s your last night in the carnival, might as well do everything you were never able to do before.

The first half of your trip in the booth were somehow a smooth ride. Although you almost jumped at the scream of the bloody Victorian bride from the first stop, almost backed out on the second stop because of the swinging headless knight, and almost cried on the spot because of the wailing man with its guts ripped apart from the third stop, you’re still far from getting scared out of your wits.

That is, until you reach the middle stop.

The fourth stop required you to do an easy escape-room task with a ghost kid guiding you through a fake Ouija board session. You quickly finished the activity and the wooden walls shifted to reveal a small passageway with thick hanging cobwebs. Lisa leads the way and you find yourself gripping her hand and Seokjin’s tighter as you enter a dark hallway lit only by torches fastened to gray, blood-splattered walls.

And then, out of nowhere, foreign hands cover your eyes. You scream and thrash around but your suffering is only momentary when you find yourself back in the hallway with no looming figures behind your back. Okay, maybe it’s just part of the booth experience–Wait. Where’s Lisa and Seokjin?

“Lisa! Seokjin!” You call for your friends’s names. They were just with you earlier. You were holding their hands for Christ’s sake! “Where are you, guys?! This is NOT funny!” You bite your lip and wring your hands in anxiety. “Guys, I swear to God, this is not fun–”

The lights of the torches flicker. The background music starts to grow louder, and eerier as it now plays with Latin incantations. And then there’s a loud bang.

The lights were blown out. The blood-splattered designs on the walls turn neon. And, the rest of the hallway goes complete dark-out.

“Holy shit!” You run, straight ahead. Heart pounding loud on your ears, you don’t think anymore and just run. Surely, there will be some end to this hallway, right?

Except there’s none, because a forked path greets you just right when you thought the hallway is getting too long. The two paths stare at you, the neon designs on their walls starts to get disturbing with child-like drawings of disfigured people and morbid beasts.

You slump on the ground. This is a complete nightmare. You wish you didn’t go with Lisa and Seokjin. You wish you didn’t let your loneliness get to you and spent the whole week crying about your crush who doesn’t like you. Because now you’re trapped in this hellish booth and you’re gonna die alone and pathetic. You didn’t even get to experience at least the “moving on” happy ending alternative of Romcom films. You didn’t –

Just right then, there’s a flash of light from the end of the left path. A second later, a voice echoes loud. You didn’t understand a word from the echo. Hell, you’re not even sure if it’s from a human. But at least it seems to have a light that is nothing part of 13th House’s props. Before thinking twice, you’re already running toward the direction of the light. You run and run and never dared to stop. The light’s getting near, you’re gonna get help soon! You won’t have to die alone because you’re gonna get out of here and–

Light blinds you.

"Ahh!“

"What the fuck-! I’m sorry!”

You feel the light on your face dim down. And the moment you bring down your raised hands, you can’t seem to speak.

"YN?“

Taehyung stands in front of you, flashlight in hand, and looking handsome as always. But, it’s not his presence that makes your heart still. Enchanted Carnival’s purple polo shirt, generic black slacks, and the silly headband with blue rabbit ears atop his head–Taehyung’s wearing the carnival’s ticket booth uniform.

And Taehyung’s jaw is ajar seemingly for all the same reason. Pink princess gown and glittering princess crown–you were an open book to him now.

"You…you’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

All of a sudden, everything that has happened in the last weeks comes back to you and you feel your eyes stinging with tears as the dam of bitterness floods your chest. “I bet you tell everyone that,” you scoff, “since you’re such a disgusting flirt.”

Taehyung’s mouth hangs in shock, “Di-disgusting flirt? You’re the only one I told you that!”

You stand back to your feet and meet his eyes with a steely glare. “I find it hard to believe that, Kim. Especially your type of guys.”

Your eyes seem to do tricks to you when you see Taehyung wince at your tone, but that wasn’t for long because Taehyung now sounds defensive. "What are my type of guys?“

You scowled. "The type who leads on girls and cruelly rejects them after they’re done playing with them.”

"What rejection are you talking about? I did not reject you! How could you-“

"What else could your reaction mean when I told you I love you?!”

"I was trying to move on from you, okay!“ Taehyung screams. "And that day, you just–dropped the bomb like that. How do you expect me to react huh? Especially, when I fucking spent one year trying to make you realize I see you more than as a friend and you just ignore me as if my feelings don’t matter to you. And then, when I finally decide to move on from you, you act weird for a couple of weeks. And out of nowhere you’re telling me you love me. How can I even react properly? You didn’t even wait for me to process things,” Taehyung’s voice breaks, “You just up and go and shut me out!”

"W-what?“

"I liked you, Y/N. For so long. And you never turned my way–you wave off my advances as if they mean nothing to you, you keep on setting me up with other girls, and you run away from me whenever I so much glance at you. You don’t even let me see you properly when we’re at school. You hide from me and run away as if you’re gonna die just by being with me. And last week, you’re suddenly telling me you love me? So, how can I be a disgusting flirt when you’re the one who’s sending me mixed signals?!”

"Mixed signals?“ you frown. "For the past year I’ve been your friend Tae, I tried to love you in my own way. I stayed up late with you as you told me all your problems. I’ve been there with you in whatever shenanigans you thought of. I spent almost every break I fucking have with you talking about whatever we want. They are blatant signals, Taehyung! So I’m sorry if I have to hide or run away sometimes, because if you didn’t fucking know, we don’t belong in the same world.”

“What do you mean we don’t belong in the same world? Fucking hell, Y/N, you’re not an alien–”

“In your world, I am! In your world, you are the star, the life of the party. People who belong in your world live their fucking fantastic lives as the star of their own stories. They achieve their dreams, they get whatever they want, people look up at them for being so great. But, people like me? We spend our fucking lives looking into your world from the outside. Pathetic side characters of their own pathetic lives. People just pass us by, some even run over us. No one even remembers our fucking name. So, even if these don’t matter when I look at you, I can only love you from afar because people will look at us and all these shits will come back for me.”

“Jesus Christ,” Taehyung huffs, carding a hand through his hair in frustration. “There are no worlds separating you from me because people are just different! And these differences cannot dictate who should belong with who because guess what? We’re the only ones who can let other people in or out of their lives. So can you just stop for a second and see that there’s nothing that actually separates you from me? I thought you would already know this by now since we’ve been friends for so long.”

You feel tears blurring your eyes and you look away from him. “But still, that’s not enough to explain all the shits that’s happened this past week. Okay, we may be different and I tried to express my feelings in my own way. But I tried to change it up, Tae. I worked so hard to pattern my advances to every Romcom clichés and of course they all went wrong when it came to you.”

“W-wrong? Y/N, what Romcom cliches–”

“The cheesiest Romcom clichés!” You snap. “You know, the makeover montage, the Julia Roberts’ Assertive Approach, the Megan Fox Vixen Touch. You were telling me how oblivious I were to your advances but you never fucking noticed how I changed up my advances just for you. You ignored how I dressed up pretty-to-the-tip for you. Even after I came to you and blatantly asked you if you noticed something new. You don’t take the cue when I freaking hand over my feelings for you in a silver platter. Hell, you even punched me in the face when I tried to be sexy!”

“God, can you let it go? I already said I’m sorry!” Taehyung huffs and you look down on your feet. Taehyung sighs, “I was trying to move on from you during those weeks you’ve acted really, really weird. So obviously, I will be very confused. Secondly, Y/N,” Taehyung sighs, “Romcom clichés are called like that because they only happen and work the way they are portrayed to work, in Romcoms. Romcom is a film genre. Sure, they may reflect some aspects of reality, but Y/N, they are planned out, manipulated in a controlled environment. They’re not your life. Life doesn’t work that way.”

“I’m sorry, I just–” you bite your lip but it’s not enough to prevent a tear slip from your eyes. “This is my first time feeling like this and I don’t know what to do. I absolutely have no fucking idea what I should do next and I–I’m just so sorry for dragging these shits up and made our lives messier than it should be. I’m sorry for probably making you feel guilty about yourself for this past week I ignored you like the plague. I’m sorry for being so stupid, I just–I’m so sorry, Tae!” your voice breaks at the end and before you know it, your tears have already consumed you to the ground.

"Oh shit Y/N, don’t cry.” Taehyung panics as he kneels next to you. You shield your face from him with your hands, but Taehyung pries them away and cups your face in his large, warm hands. You feel the pads of his fingers wipe away your tears and when you look up at him, Taehyung’s face is too close to yours. Too close that you can practically see the deep, dark circles under his eyes despite the darkness. The thought that you caused him this made you tear up more.

Taehyung goes frantic. “Y/N, do-don’t cry. Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry. Y/N, I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry–”

“C-can you just h-hug me?”

“O-okay,” Taehyung hesitantly loops his arms around your shaking frame. “Thi-this is fine with me.”

You close your eyes and lean on your friend’s chest. You don’t care if Taehyung’s shirt get wet with your tears. He’s partly at fault for making you cry. But still, you squeak out a muffled. “Thank you, Tae.”

Taehyung hums. “It’s okay.”

Amid this night’s horror and breakdown, silence, for the first time in a while, envelops you in comfort. Even with no words, Taehyung easily dries away the tears. He just pats your back and rubs soothing circles on your tensed muscles, leaning closer to you when you hug him tighter.

“I hate fighting with you, Tae.”

Taehyung turns his head closer to yours. “Are we already fighting?”

“W-well yeah,” you hiccup. “Somehow.”

“Okay…Next time we’ll understand each other better so we don’t need to have unnecessary fights like this, okay?”

“Okay,” you mutter. You sink deeper into Taehyung’s arms and he holds you tighter in his embrace.

Even if you can’t see his face, you know Taehyung’s smiling.

It doesn’t take long for your sobs to die down that you’re now slowly disentangling yourself from him.

“Are you okay now?”

“Y-yeah. Thank you.” You lean your back against the wall and Taehyung sits next to you. You look at him and he smiles at you. For a moment you stay like that, staring into his eyes, falling deep in the little world you’re sharing with him. And then, it hits you. Taehyung’s still here. Even after you blurt out every insecurity and self-doubt you have that others may find petty and invaluable, Taehyung’s still here. Even after he voiced out his disappointment of you and things you’ve done him wrong, Taehyung hasn’t walked out. He didn’t run away, he didn’t leave you. Taehyung stayed.

And so, you take the cue the universe is giving you and put all your cards on the table again. You cross your fingers as you ask the question that has plagued your mind ever since Taehyung confessed he has long liked you. "Tae, Ha-have you already moved on from me?”

Taehyung sighs and for a second, you don’t breathe. But, you don’t have to hold it for long because when Taehyung looks at you again, a soft smile is on his face. “Unfortunately, no. Because even after all the shits you put me through, you still occupy my heart–and mind.”

“S-so, can I kiss you?”

“I’m the one who’s supposed to say that, but, ye-yeah you can kiss me. Anything for you, Y/N.”

You close your eyes and lean forward. Your lips meet his in a soft peck and everything suddenly stops. You don’t feel the perspiration on your back from all the running in the booth. You don’t think about the dust and dirt soiling your dress. All you could feel was Taehyung’s soft lips. All you could taste is the sweetness from the crumbs of cherry tart left on his lips. All that fills you nose is Taehyung’s smell that’s so naturally his and his ocean mist spray you gifted him on his birthday. All you could hear is the loud pounding of your heart, and even with your eyes closed, Taehyung’s face is all you could see. And, you can’t think of anything but Taehyung–him and him alone.

The world suddenly moves again when Taehyung leans deeper and interlocks his lips with yours. You immediately let your heart take over. You mold yourself closer to him, kissing him with every ardor you’ve kept locked in yourself for so long. You fist his shirt and Taehyung caresses your cheeks and puts his hand on the back of your neck as he kisses you deeper. You loop your arms around his neck and return the vigor of his kiss. Teeth bumping, fingers reaching and clutching onto anything, sloppy interlocking of lips–you don’t care. Even if you have your first kiss in a gloomy, creepy horror booth, nothing else mattered but the boy in front of you. Taehyung’s here and he’s finally in your arms. You don’t have to long for him from afar anymore because now he’s here with you and he’s not leaving you. He’s finally yours.

The same thought probably runs into Taehyung as you feel him grin into your lips before kissing you again. And even when the creepy background music of the booth starts again, you can only focus on the gentle way Taehyung’s thumbs coursed over your cheeks while tenderly pecks your lips as your kiss comes into a close.

As you draw back a little to look at your friend, your crush, and now your lover, Kim Taehyung, in the hideous purple uniform you used to wear in the ticket booth with silly rabbit ears perched atop his hazel locks, you can’t help but smile. Taehyung may be the center of the world while you watch him from the side, but at the end of the day, he’s right. You’re just two people who are happy being with each other. There’s no boundaries, no walls separating him from you and you from him. You just have to see him for what he is and take the leap. You don’t need to re-enact Romcom clichés just to bring him towards you because he’s never been away from you from the start.

Taehyung leans his forehead on yours and smiles. “I love you, Y/N. I’ve waited for so long for this.”

“Me too,” you grin, “And, I love you too, Tae.”

Taehyung chuckles and presses another peck on your lips.

Just right then, you can feel a vibrant white light on your face.

“Yo, lovebirds, are you finally together?”

You turn to the direction of the voice and it’s Jimin. Behind him are Lisa and Seokjin, walking from the right pathway while making kissy faces at you.

It all clicks in: Lisa and Seokjin hanging out with you, leading you to the 13th House, and disappearing like smoke the moment you reached the longest hallway of the booth. It’s to get you alone with Taehyung and finally talk everything out before you leave your part-time jobs.

You frown at your friends. But, before you can voice out how can they just up and leave you like that, Taehyung beats you to it.

“Jimin, you bastard! You pushed me towards the backstage passageway, shoved a flashlight into my hand, and just left me in the middle of this fucking scary booth. Is this how you treat your best bud?!”

Jimin laughs. “But at least you got the girl!”

“Yeah,” Lisa says. “Watching you two stupidly tiptoe around each other for so long started to make me sick.”

“And we know you two can’t sort out your stupidity alone, so we decided to give you a little push.” Seokjin looks at Taehyung. “Quite literally in your case.”

Taehyung scowls and opens his mouth but Jimin cuts him to it.

“Thank me later, lover boy. It’s time we get out of this booth. Jungkook’s gonna piss me out for practically renting the 4th stop without paying.” Jimin heads to the right path where he came from. “So let’s take our exit now so you two can finally ride together into the sunset.” He turns to you and Taehyung and smirks, “Well, literally and figuratively.”

Taehung attempts to hit him but Jimin scampers away and hollers, “You’re welcome, bro. And you too, Y/N!” Lisa and Seokjin laugh as they follow Jimin, leaving you and Taehyung walking at the back.

Taehyung turns to you. “So…are you free tomorrow? I realized I haven’t taken you to a date yet. Like, a date date”

“Yeah, I’m free. But, where will we go?”

Taehyung rubs his nape. “Well, I don’t know yet…I’m sorry I asked you when I don’t have any plans yet, I just want to be with you tomorrow–”

“It’s okay,” you smile. “We can meet at the carnival, then.”

“The carnival?”

“Yeah. Not as the prince and the ticketbooth attendant or vice versa. Just Taehyung and Y/N.”

Taehyung smiles. “I would like that. Pick you up at your house on five?”

“That’s alright with me,” you lean into his arm and look up at him, “boyfriend.”

Taehyung blushes and you giggle. You let him hold your hand as you make your way out of the horror booth to spend the rest of Enchanted Carnival’s Halloween Party with a salary waiting for you, happy and giddy, and most importantly, in love.

In every success story, there is a ninety percent probability you will hear “Fake it ‘til you make it.” Sometimes, it worked out for you, but most of the time, it didn’t. Like how you tried to use this tactic to get your crush to like you, your plans don’t usually go the way you expect them. But it’s okay, because life doesn’t work that way. It took you stressful planning days, frustrating reactions, and tearful nights for you to realize that life is not always a stage where people can just “fake” everything ‘til the script is fulfilled. Roles can be changed and mistakes can happen. What’s important is: You may have not “fake it ‘til you make it,” but at least you worked for it ‘til you made it.

A/N pt. 2 | I wrote this fic after having a massive eureka moment and I haven’t edited this out yet because it’s 2 A.M. and we die like brave men here. Anyway, planning this story was really a challenge! This is the first time I tried this AU so I researched stuff and had to like, fix and re-fix some of my plot points as I write through. Second, I wanted to incorporate the adorable prompt in a completely unexpected way so I hope it did what I intended for it to do. Also, I enjoyed making up the names of the Romcom clichés OC used. They are literal Romcom clichés but I can’t find what they’re officially called (aside from Makeover Montage) so I just made the rest up AHHAHAH. I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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hongnanglen-arina · 4 years

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See You On Monday | SVT Interactive AU

05: Failure?

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Warnings: a little angsty Words: 1.903 A/N: Hey there! Here’s the fifth chapter of my little experiment is here. Sorry, I thought it was posted yesterday but something went wrong I guess. Anyways, at the end of each chapter you have to decide for the next move (please show me your decision as a comment, a reblog or send an ask) Each week you have 3 days for making a decision until the next chapter comes out on Sunday. I hope you will like it ♡

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You curse under your breath but decide to speak up yourself and not tell them through Hoshi.

“D-don’t take the black pills! Only the white ones!”

“What?” Hoshi was helping Jun when he hears your voice. Loud and clear. He looks to your direction with confusion written all over his face when he notices it too. The pills from his box have a different color that yours. You don’t care if the others hear you or not. At least you are sure that one of them can so you don’t waste a minute and rush to the other side to collect all black pills before anyone can take them. You have no idea if this was really the right choice but something in you told you so. You have the feeling that you are doing the right thing.

As you rush to Wonwoo who has a black pill in his hand, his eyes are focused on yours as if he can see you. Although his eyes are half closed because of the poison, he raise his hand a little for you to take if out of his hand. Seeing them in pain caused your heart to ache. For a second, you stay beside him and doubt your decision. In your head it wasn’t a game anymore. As much as you tried to remember yourself that it’s just a game your friend had recommend to you, you slowly but steadily fell deeper into the story.

Hoshi’s voice pulls you back into reality so you quickly get up and help him hand out the white pills and assist them as much as possible, as someone no one can see.

After everyone who got poisoned swallowed a white pill, you watch them for a while before walking away and taking a seat a couple of tables away from them. Absentmindedly, you knead your thighs as your mind goes wild. Why two colors? This must be another test. But it’s a 50% possibility that you could be wrong. There was no hint that told you which one was the right one against the poison or maybe both are?

You panic slightly. What if it were the wrong pills? Or worse, both colors were wrong?? No that couldn’t be. There has to be a right choice. Or was it to just wait for it to be over? No. He said they would help. That narrator told you that they would help. He wasn’t lying, or-

“What are you thinking about?”

Your head snaps up to see Hoshi beside you, also sitting on a chair. After knowing who it was, you can’t help but to lower your gaze again. “I’m just worried i guess.”

The boy beside you makes an agreeing noise, gaze fixated at his friends as he folds his hands in his lap. Neither of you says a word. The room was quiet besides some soft voices, talking to the boys on the floor, saying reassuring words.

“I’m glad we have you here, helping us.” Hoshi tells you after a while. You look at him but he doesn’t meet your eyes. He doesn’t move at all. You notice how he bites on his lower lip, slightly chewing on it. He is nervous just as you are.

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“Have you heard that voice, Jeonghan?” Jeonghan nods at Seungcheol. “Yeah. Loud and clear as if she was right beside me when I was helping Vernon.” Seungcheol sighs and pats Seokmin’s shoulder who is sitting next to him, leaning against the wall. Now all 7 poisoned boys are sitting beside each other in one row, all against the wall. This way it is easier for the others to assist them in for example giving them water.

“Your nose isn’t bleeding anymore. The pill seems to work, ” Woozi says to Mingyu who is half smiling with closed eyes. “I feel a bit better though.”

Joshua’s head is resting on Jun’s shoulder as Seungcheol fans air at him. Previously he told him that he was feeling hot. Maybe because of the pain and the sweat. “I can’t believe i got poisoned. That’s a newbie mistake.”

“Thought you were clever,” Wonwoo jokes and suddenly Joshua has enough energy to look up to glare at him. “I’m sorry to correct you but I am.”

“Whatever guys.”

Jeonghan grins and shrugs. “Guess y’all have to listen to the maknae.”

“Wow, what a time to be alive.”

“Shush Seokmin.” Vernon smiles tired.

“Well, seems like y’all are fine again if y’all are able to talk like that.” Jeonghan snorts and helps Wonwoo with the water.

While the others feel better slowly, two of them inspect the reason of the chaos. Seungkwan and Minghao stand beside the long table and he holds a small plate with traditional sweets. Everything looks normal. Seungkwan wonders if the poison was sprinkled onto the food. With a fork, he pokes the fried chicken.

“They could have used it to make the food or use the poison as a ‘special finish’,” Minghao states, now holding the bowl with Japchae. Seungkwan nods and looks at the others with a sigh. That’s when he notices Hoshi sitting in the back, seemingly talking to himself.

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“Can I ask you something?”

Hoshi’s sudden voice makes you jump a little since it was rather quiet between the two of you. “Uhm, sure.”

“How did you know that the write pills were right and will help?”

“Uhh..” you have no answer to that. Fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, you look at the boys, avoiding Hoshi’s eyes on you. There is no denying the fact that it was just a feeling. That you weren’t 100% sure. “I… felt like it has to be. I’m sorry. It could have ended up very badly but you still listened to me.” The blonde boy beside you doesn’t react so you turn your head to him, catching him shake his head. “It’s okay. Everything’s fine. We shouldn’t think about what could have happened when they feel okay again. It worked and that’s all that matters.” You feel a little better hearing those words from him. Your intention was to help and nothing else.

“Thanks.”

Hoshi is about to say something when you see Seungcheol helps Wonwoo to walk over to where you are sitting with Hoshi. Wonwoo wipes off the sweat from his forehead with a white scarf while the other arm is wrapped around Seungcheol’s neck.

When they are nearly right in front of you, you get up and want to step aside when you hear Wonwoo’s voice that makes you stop in your tracks. “Where are you going?”

Swallowing, you look into his cat-like eyes. Seungcheol has a confused expression on his face. “What do you mean? Hoshi’s sitting there and not moving at all.”

“I don’t mean him. I mean her.”

Your eyes widen and that’s when you realize that Hoshi joined you earlier as well. Without seeing you? Automatically, you turn to Hoshi, pointing your finger at him. “D-do you…. also?” You blink at him for silently explaining what you are talking about.

He understands right away. “Yeah.”

“Since when!?”

“When you helped with the black pills.”

“And you??” You point at Wonwoo.

“Earlier. When it became dark in the room. But just for a second. And then.. again when you helped us.”

“W-wait. You are seeing the ghost!?” Finally Seungcheol joins your conversation, eyes wide when the realization slowly sink in.

Your mouth is slightly open. Why are you scared all of a sudden. Furrowing your eyebrows, you try to find words to form a sentence. To explain the situation.

Suddenly it was dark.

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When you open your eyes, you are lying on the cold floor. Groaning, you push yourself up with your hands so that you are sitting. Looking around, you can’t see anything but it seems empty. Where are the others? Why are you alone?

A faint sound finds its way to your ears. A whimper?

Your body feels heavy but you manage to get up. Where are you and what is that sound? Stumbling a few steps forward, the sound gets louder. It is a whimper.

“Who’s that?” You ask into the empty room. It seems as if it comes from the next room.

“It’s going to be alright. Don’t worry. It’s… going to be alright.”

“R-really?”

Someone was crying. Continuing to walk towards the voices, your breathing quickens. What the hell is happening? Why are you trapped in a dark room all by yourself. Why is someone crying and the strange feeling that it is someone you’ve been with just a moment ago makes you feel bad. You feel hot and cold at the same time when you hear voices again.

“Why don’t you say something? Open your eyes!”

Tears are filling up your eyes. They are indeed familiar voices. “Hey! What is happening!? Are you alright???” Your shouting voice fills the room and the echo hits you. You feel small and helpless. Without noticing, tears start to roll down your cheeks.

Out of nowhere a deep voice appears and startles you, causing your breathing to hitch.

“Seems like you care a lot for them. You forgot what I told you, mh?”

With your palms, you wipe the tears off your face and ball your fists, ready to fight whoever and wherever that narrator is. “Your mission was to just make it out alive. With no bond.” He pauses and your shoulders drop. You are alive. But are the others? And what about the bond? You didn’t bond with them, do you? You still know that it is all just a game and not real- “And you failed.” “I didn’t fail!” You are quick with your reaction. Your courage to contradict surprising you as well. You feel offended all of a sudden. You did everything you could and the boys even felt better with the pills. You didn’t fail.

“What about your tears?” Your breath hitches again. “You care for them.”

“B-but-“

“Controlling emotions isn’t an easy task, I’ll give you that. Actually I’m a little sad. I wanted to watch you a little longer. Too bad.”

You stand there, staring into the darkness while the crying in the background becomes more and more less audible.

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“God, my head..” You cough and whine before opening your eyes. You feel something over your eyes. The VR glasses! Are you back in your living room? Hesitantly, you grab it and pull it off your head, rubbing your eyes and adjust to the light. It is dark in your room. The only light comes from the tv which shows you the cover of the game. Seeing it makes your heart ache.

“They look so happy… I wonder how they are… wait. Don’t be stupid. They are just characters in a game!” You never fell for a game like that and catching yourself to actually think it’s real makes you even more embarrassed. You turn around and want to go away but something makes you stop in your tracks. Turning to the tv again, you look at the cover. Your eyes roam over the picture of the 13 boys.

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What are you going to do?

Start the game again OR let it be?

You can decide.

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen fanfic #Seventeen #seventeen au #au:see you on monday #kpop fanfic #kpop au #carat #svt #seventeen ff

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just-some-gt-trash · 5 years

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4.-Promise

The prompt list was made by @hiddendreamer67

AN: Prince and the pauper AU! The idea just popped in my head and then it went like, let’s make it gt, I kind of struggled figuring out how it was going to work tho, but here it is! I hope you enjoy it and wait for the other parts soon :D

There was a knock on the door of his room “Prince Roman, prince Logan has arrived, he desires to see you”

“Let him in” ordered Roman, he finished brushing his hair and put his crown on, the door opened soon after revealing Logan.

“Good afternoon Roman” he said, getting closer to him, he bowed in front of him before taking his hand and kissing it.

Roman blushed at the act “Lo, we’ve talked about this, there’s no need for formalities”

Logan smiled and stood gay straight “Apologies, it’s hard to remember we’re friends, given the long time we’ve been apart recently”

“Are you saying you missed me?”

“In simple words, yes, I did miss you Roman”

Roman smiled and hugged the taller guy, Logan was the prince of the neighbour kingdom, he and Roman have been friends since childhood, and neither of them was oblivious to the fact that their families wanted them to marry someday.

Logan hugged back, they pulled apart after some seconds, they spent the rest of the afternoon talking about the last years, on which they both have been way too busy to visit each other.

When night fell, they both were at the top of the highest tower, looking at the stars and the lights of the kingdom, Roman leaned to the taller prince and rested his head on the others shoulder “Isn’t it beautiful?”

“It is, I’ve always loved the stars” said Logan.

“Oh, yeah they’re really pretty too” said Roman looking up at them “but I was talking about the kingdom” he returned his sight to the town.

Logan looked down “Could you explain?”

Roman smiled “every single person in the town is able to do whatever they want they don’t have to worry if the smallest action will change the destiny of their whole kingdom, they’re free”

“I’m guessing this is not just about the kingdom”

“It’s just” Roman sighed “I don’t think I’m ready for all this responsibilities, I don’t know if I’ll be able to rule this people, I would rather have a normal life”

Logan smiled at the other prince “You are, you’ll see, this kingdom will be so lucky to have you as their king”

Roman looked at Logan’s eyes and smiled back “Thank you Lo”

“I’m just telling the truth” Logan said, resting his head on Romans “but your welcome”

Logan had to go back to his kingdom the next morning, Roman watched from the window as his carriage got further away, and just as the day before, he was interrupted by a knock on the door “come in Thomas”

As he heard his name, Thomas went into the prince’s room, he was his teacher, so he had known Roman since he was a kid “Good morning your highness”

“Good morning” said Roman, getting away from the window and turning to see Thomas, who had a cape on his hands, but Roman didn’t question it “What are you going to teach me today?”

“Actually, I accidentally heard your conversation with prince Logan yesterday, and I’m sorry about it, but, I figured out that if you’re so curious about the people on your kingdom, we could walk around town instead of your lesson of today” said Thomas.

Roman’s eyes shone and a smiled appeared on his face “Really?! Is dad going to allow it?”

Thomas smiled “I’ve already took care of everything, we’ll go when you’re ready but” he said extending the cape on his hands to the prince “You’ll have to go undercover”

The prince took the cape “Of course, I’ll just put this on and we can go” Thomas nodded and walked out of the room.

Roman and Thomas got out of the carriage and it went back to the castle, Roman had the cape on, so it will be hard for someone to recognise him, they walked through the crowd, Thomas showed him some places he used to visit a lot before he started living in the castle ”Why don't you walk around here while I buy us some drinks?” Said Thomas once they arrived to the center of the town.

The prince nodded exited and Thomas walked to a small store, Roman looked around all the people, he walked between them without getting too far away from where his teacher was, the crowd started to grow rapidly and Roma was getting uncomfortable between all the people, he wasn’t used to that.

He walked to an alley playing with his ring, something he did when he was nervous, he leaned on the wall and accidentally took his ring off and it fell to the floor “great” Roman kneeled and picked his ring up, but he noticed something else by the corner of his eye, he turned his head and looked at it, a small person, running close to the wall, the prince got closer to it, looked around and then scooped it up after he was sure no one was looking at him.

The small person yelped and struggled in Roman’s grip “shh shh, I’m not going to hurt you” the prince hid behind some boxes and opened his hand to see the tiny closer “wow, you’re so small”

The tiny backed away from Roman and almost fell form his hand, Roman caught it with his other hand “careful little guy, you don’t want to fall”

The small person looked at the side of the human’s hand, it walked back to the middle of the hand seeing the distance between it and the floor, it looked at Roman’s eyes and he could now see it’s face clearly.

“Oh god, we’re identical” he said, taking off the hood of the cape, revealing his face to the small being who gasped as he saw what Roman meant.

They both had freckles, a tan shade of skin color, light blue eyes and their faces had the exact same form, they could have been mistaken for twins if it wasn’t for the hair, Roman’s was dark brown and the small person’s was light brown, the fact the the tiny was wearing glasses, even if Roman did use glasses for reading, and of course the size.

“Y-You’re right” finally said the small person, it seemed this weird coincidence got all the fear away from it- him?- Roman wasn’t sure how to call him anymore “I-I’m Patton” he said, with a small (heh) smile on his face.

“Roman” he said grinning, he was glad Patton was kind of trusting him.

“Roman? L-like the prince?”

Roman laughed nervously “yeah, it most be because I’m the prince”

Patton’s eyes went wide, Roman was surprised such a tiny being could open his eyes that much “Y-Y-You’re the prince?!” He played nervously with his hands and then bowed awkwardly “It’s a... a pleasure to meet you sir”

“No no please” Roman used his finger to raise Patton’s head “I don’t really like formalities, and I’m not going to force my tiny doppelgänger to use them”

Patton flinched at the touch but giggled at Roman's comment ”thanks, I'm not really familiar with royalty and what you have to do in their presence, I'm just a normal civilian, if you don't take in count the size factor of course”

Roman smiled ”well, big or small, you're another one or my citizens, and I'll treat you like it”

”Roman!” Screamed Thomas catching the prince's attention, he turned around to see his teacher who was getting closer to him, forgetting about the tiny man on his hands for a moment ”There you are, I've been looking for y-” he stopped talking, focusing on Roman's hands.

The prince followed Thomas's sight ”Oh right, uhm... Thomas this is Patton” he said, raising his hands.

Thomas looked around and pushed Roman further into the alley ”Your highness, what are you doing with a borrower?”

”Borrower?” Asked Roman, unfamiliar with the term.

”H-How did you?“ Asked Patton, no human was supposed to know about them.

”Don't worry, there was a family of borrowers in my old house, I know how to keep the secret” he said to Patton.

Patton sighed, more or less relieved ”I-I'm not quite sure I'm understanding” said Roman, still confused.

”A borrower lives in human's walls and depend on them, no offence”

”Don't worry, we collect crumbs of food and small materials to survive” explained Patton.

Roman sighed dramatically ”that sounds horrible! I can't believe you've been living like this!”

The borrower shrugged ”It has been this way since I can remember, besides I don't have to limit to one house, I gather stuff from all around the kingdom”

”But still, you shouldn't just survive, you should be able to live your life, enjoy it” said Roman, gesturing.

”I mean...” said Patton ”can't really do much when you're four inches tall”

Roman gasped, startling the borrower and the other human ”I've had the greatest idea, you could come with me and live in the castle!”

”Uhh... I'm not sure that's the best idea your highness” said Thomas

”It'll be perfect! I can take care of you, I'll get you a proper place to live, and you'll never had to worry about survive again!”

Patton had to admit it did sounded good, but he didn't actually hate his life, and he couldn't leave Virgil behind either ”I appreciate the offer Roman, but I'm fine here, and that sounds like I'll be some sort of pet”

”What?” Roman made some offended princey noises ”Of course I wouldn't treat you like a pet! I would just give you food, a proper home to sleep, proper higiene, and- you're right it does sound like a pets life...” he said and then groaned.

“Then, if all of this is over, I think we should return to the castle” said Thomas.

“Already? But I don’t want to leave Patton here...”

Patton smiled up at the prince “It’s not that bad, I’ll be fine here, I’ve always been”

Roman sighed “fine, should I just leave you in the ground?”

“Near those boxes please” said Patton pointing at them.

“Alright” Roman kneeled and left Patton in the floor.

Patton got closer to his entrance, he turned to see Roman “It was a pleasure to meet you Roman” he said with a smile, he opened the small door in the wall and was about to go inside.

“Wait” said Roman, stopping the borrower before he could enter the walls “will I ever see you again?”

Patton smiled, he doubted they would cross paths again soon, but he was hoping it happened “What if I see you here next week?”

Roman’s face lighten up “That sounds perfect!” He got his fist closer to the borrower, only his pinky finger was extended “promise?”

The borrower touched the human’s pinky with his own “Promise”

To be continued...

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zeppelinzori · 6 years

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Fresh Knows How to Kill his Time

This is how I wrote a year ago. Thicc jokes were in their prime and it was okay for me to know I suck and keep writing anyway.

forewarning: this SUCkS

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This is honestly the dumbest thing I’ve done all day, and it’s not even PaperFresh it’s just another crack ship ( and if you’ve just met the wandering writer then good to see you B !) I’ll just leave you to it :^>

Horror and Fresh didn't exactly live their lives clean of secrets, no one did. But theirs was secret to the point of absurdity. Horror kills to eat for a living and somewhere along the line forgot that he was even forced to. And Fresh’s entire character was a scam to begin with. Neither of them would understand feelings if they ever got any. So, then, what was it that scratched at the back of their heads when they first met?

It was when Fresh decided to peek in on some of the Multiverse’s most unfresh, super sadistic places of all time to teach monsterkind a lesson about how wack it would be to just - stop, the killing? He never addressed to himself that this goose chase started out of boredom anyway.

“Welp, McFreshity’s bored, I’m out!” he said aloud to himself in the privacy of a dark, deserted forest. Already after stepping in the the portal Error kindly pushed him through, the air was hard and stank with dust. But moreso with dread, and more of it than anywhere he’s ever seen before now. It would be too stupid of him to stay here any more than he needed to. So, he started walking back. Hands nuzzled in his t h i c c jacket.Then seconds later, they were whipped out into the freezing cold that Snowdin was capable of, unwillingly. He propped his head forward and let his shades drop down, in case he’s crossed ways with a freak, in case a certain freak was head over heels to parade his head on a stick around the shops. You never know what real, unrad people thought of these days.

“Yo, wanna trade cards or something? ‘Cuz I’m totes up.”

The monster only gripped his wrists worse.

“Psyche!” Fresh replied. He jerked his foot up to his pelvis and, when he crouched away in pain, found his chance to jump back out of reach. His shades slid further from the confines of tape they were holding on to. This stranger’s big-time doomsday device was being spelled out right in front of him.

“Man, what a shame we couldn't talk this out first. I’ll give you time to say your last words though, it’s cool.”

But saying this only got him more fired up.

“What do you think you’re doing, idiot?” he spat. Now pulling one red-mess of an axe into view.

“Uhh.” Fresh shuffled to his left after that the same axe came hurtling toward him.

“Hey man,” he warned, “I’d better go or else you’re not going to be feelin’ so nice by the end of this.”

But the monster persisted for a fight. He threw a hand up and signaled the start with a Ping! Calling to a wall of bones and bone picks to cave him in. Fresh was quick to react, supplementing every five bones with one explosive furby aimed expertly above the path. He took it upon himself to fish his fanny pack for Nickelodeon Moon Shoes while he had his seconds to spare.

“What makes ya’ fight, bro?” he yelled meters across. He also figured that he might as well teach his lesson mid battle.

Another collision of projectile and snow sounded beside the trees. A total miss. Out of anger, his fellow novice finally shouted a response: “Our <FUNK>ing code of conduct, okay? Are you done yet?”

“Done with what?” he said. The stranger’s next wave of blows was cut short.

“You hit me in the pelvis and now you wanna fight for some stupid reason? I’m not even sure why the <HEELIES> you’re here! The Queen should be here to finish you off not me.”

“Oh, yeah gotcha. Well..” Fresh strode a bit closer.

“I’m just stopping around each au to teach everybody a little bit about the power of love and friendship. And so far, I think your wiggity waggity neighbro has been successful.”

“Bull<SHRIMP>.” His novice kicked the grass and dirt dead under his feet. But since something like this might never happen to him again, he decided to have his fun while it lasted.

“What, did you shove sparkle guns into their system until they understood?”

“Sparkle guns? Nah, nah, dude, check it. I hit the books for this, alright? So, first, I introduce myself.” Fresh stuck his hand out like he was accepting his oncoming death.

“Sup, broski, the name’s Fresh. What’s yours?” And from this point forward, it looked like he wanted him to follow suit to the scheme.

“Horror,” he blurted, having maybe stammered once or twice but it was better not to think about it. He didn’t remember this idiot getting so close as he is.

“And then,” Fresh went on, “Im’a be all like, ‘Wow, it’s so radical to meet you, Horror. The pleasure is totally mine.”

Horror didn’t bother telling him that he read his books wrong.

“And then I do what all partners and people do in - some - countries. I think. I mean, I’ve seen it in movies.” And with no shame of his own, he minimalized distance, minimalized space,and pushed his teeth into Horror’s all buddy-buddy. It was in Horror’s first impulse to push him off but with fingers so light and trembling what else could he do? Fresh could only feel them drumming against his jacket during the exchange until he let go.

Horror stared at him, unfaltering, a beet red surge dragging him to the depths of hot Hell where he couldn’t run from. He didn’t feel like he could even stay at eye-level with him anymore.

And Fresh was- Fresh was Fresh. He didn’t look anywhere visibly affected or different than he was just a minute ago.

“How dee do, broski?”

“Dee do my <DRONE>, why aren’t you hot or… Or turned on?”

“What are you?” he whispered.

Fresh swung his hands up to his head to re adjust his pinwheel cap as he started his way back to Toriel’s doors.

“A parasite, dawg! Supposed species of monster. Preferably with another soul and host.”

Horror marked the grave mistake of not running after him. Then another for letting everything before and after the kiss record again in the empty, lovesick space of his head. He didn’t even flinch, there was nothing about him that registered to be humane.

/Again/, how warm had he felt before now, in that distinct touch, than ever in his life?

No, he couldn’t just let this slip by. He needed to know just where in Undick’s name did he belong in this universe.

/Again/, the crushing heat. He wanted to know if it came from Fresh or himself.

When there was a break in the standstill, he gained the newfound energy to sprint and blare his voice box to the best of his ability.

But when he got to the doors, he was gone. The doors were already locked as they were with only the wind there to clean up his traces. The Nickolodean Moon Shoes were nearly depleted of their tracks on the snow…

“yO, wHErE ya aT B? I nEeD a RiDe to SoUtHweSt AveNue f0r a WeNdY”S!”

Horror continued to break down like a dysfunctional Putt-Putt in front of the car pulling up from the stretched and snapped out trees of the forest. Meanwhile, Fresh would be going with his homeslice Greasy and Error to pop a cold one with the boys.

> Ask to Go With Him

> Leave Me to DiIiIEeE

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#fresh x horror #even my past author's note knows how bad this is going to be #i honestly don't think it's that bad though #idk idk #just saying haha #what do you mean i have a level upgrade on self-confidence #actually a post I did in the Youtube comments as a joke

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Catching Murphy, Part 10

Warnings: Swearing, possible nsfw content Word Count: 7609 (seriously stop letting me write this ish) Summary: You, Miss (y/n) (y/l/n), had a crush on Connor Murphy for years, from a distance of course. You had always been too shy to approach him, and the fact around school that he was an aggressive stoner caused you to become even more shy. One day, in history class, your teacher decided to assign a project and assigned everyone a partner—you and Connor were partnered together. Could you two grow close during the project and remain close? Or will Connor go back to ignoring you after the project comes to a close? A/N: I apologize if Connor is a biiiiit OOC… ;-; Obviously takes place in an AU where Connor is alive. Oh hey look it’s my masterlist, tah-dah Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 11 TAGS: @saturdayschilddrivesmewild @defenestrate-yourself-please @hamilton-canyouimagine @arsonboirich @sunshinesips @philyylester @cozykleinman @jaredstrashcan @glowingsaphaelruby @saphael also, I swear to gods I’m working on the requests that I have, I just had ideas for where this was going to go and needed to get them down. Ya know what I’m saying??

You woke up in Kayley’s parents’ bed, and you looked down to notice your shirt and only your shirt was missing. “What fucking happened…” you groaned and held your head as it started pounding. “Riiiight, I got smashed for the first time last night…”

“Could you shut the fuck up, (y/n)?” came a familiar groggy male’s voice. “Go back to sleep. Let me fucking sleep, please God,” he said.

Looking over to your left, you saw Connor. He was, just like yourself, shirtless and you couldn’t help but stare. Without thinking, you scooted closer to him and reached out to touch him. The moment your hand touched his chest, you hummed at the warmth. “You’re hot, Con,” you said softly, pressing your lips to his collarbone.

Connor hummed and pulled you closer to his warm body, and you couldn’t decide whether it was instinctual or planned. “Yeah, I know. I’m hot for you, if you can’t fucking tell,” he joked, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

A giggle left your throat as you said, “Oh yeah? That’s sweet, Con. I’m hot for your jerky ass, too.” There was no joking connotation added to your voice at that moment. This was you essentially telling Connor you were crushing on him.

“You know I was saying that as a fucking joke, right?” Connor questioned.

He brought you out of your little bubble of literal meaning that you had just been in. You felt yourself heat up; you were still kind of drunk and damn it, you just kind of let your feelings for him slip out. Well fuck me with a gently chainsaw… don’t panic, (y/n), you can play it off, you thought to yourself as you mentally kicked yourself. With a nervous chuckle, you said, “Y-yeah, of course I know you were joking, Con! S-sorry, I said some, some, something stupid because I got so, so… umm… so drunk last night and I’m st-still kinda drunk…” Plus, who would ever have the hots for me? you wanted to add, but you bit your tongue.

Another chuckle bubbled from Connor as he said, stroking your hair, “You’re fucking adorable, dork. Your shy stuttering shit makes me fucking smile for some reason.”

“Aww, th-thanks, Con. I can’t help it sometimes. My, my, my stutter and st-stammer act up when I’m emb-b-barassed,” you spoke softly. Yes, you felt kind of self-conscious about your stuttering and stammering, but at times there was nothing you could do to stop it. And it did only happen around guys you weren’t familiar with and when you were really embarrassed.

Connor brought a hand up to your burning cheek and pressed another kiss to your forehead. You noticed the he was really kissy at that moment and neither of you really knew why. Maybe it was because you both were still kind of drunk. “Yeah, I’ve noticed, dork. Though, that begs the question: why the fuck didn’t you stutter and stammer last night when I made you cum?” he asked with a smug voice and you could just hear the equally as smug grin.

You were sure your face just turned beet-red at the mention of what happened in Kayley’s kitchen. “C-connor! Don’t, don’t, don’t remind me! I, I, I was d-drunk! My b-brain was fuzzy! I’m, I’m, I’m sure if you did that now I would be a s-st-stuttering and stammering mess!! UGH!! W-why’d you remind me,” you sputtered, covering your face.

“Because, I can’t let you forget your first fucking orgasm,” he smiled. “And I was the lucky bastard who brought you to it. Let me fucking revel in that feeling. Don’t lie and say you didn’t enjoy it either, dammit, (y/n).”

“You only made me cum for the first time because you were angry with me and Jared,” you spoke, your stammering and stuttering virtually gone. “And you did that as a means to stake a claim on me. I guess…? F-fuck… seriously, if you did that again now I would stutter and stammer myself to death, Con! I, I, I can’t stop thinking a-about it… ugh, en-end me!”

Connor tilted your head up with your chin and looked into your eyes. His stare was intense, making you want to shrink even more. You wanted to bury your face into his bare chest, but his strong hold on your face kept you from diverging your attention away from him. “I could do it again, (y/n). Right here, right fucking now. And I could watch you fall apart all over again… fuck, just like last night. Hell, I’ll remember it in crisper detail, too,” he spoke, completely serious as his gaze never left your own.

You gulped, knowing he totally would. “I, I, I… umm, wouldn’t feel right if you g-g-got me off twice in a row, C-Con…” you muttered in a small voice.

“I mean, I’m not entirely opposed to being the first lucky fucker who you give your first blowjob too, either. Hell, wanna make it three for three and let me take your actual virginity while we’re at it?” Connor asked with an amused smirk as he pulled your face closer to his.

Another gulp and you answered, “N-n-no. I would much rather keep my virginity for a while longer, Con. At least until we get to, uhh, get to know each other better. Because I, I can’t just give my virginity to a one night stand… I know it may seem dumb or pointless but… I want to lose it to someone who it means something to, ya know?”

Connor’s breath washed over your lips as he chuckled a low, “But you’re saying that once we get to know each other more, you’ll let me fuck you? Wow, what does that say about your crush since seventh grade? That you’d fuck me instead of trying to fuck him first?”

If only you knew that you were my crush, Connor Murphy, you thought to yourself. You bit your lip and chewed on it for a few brief moments before you muttered, “Actually, you’d be surprised, Con.”

“Oh, would I now? Fucking try me, dork,” he said, still looking intensely into your eyes.

You couldn’t help but gulp a third time, his stare was just too intense for you to act casual. “I, I, I’d much rather not try ya, Con… you, umm… well, you…” you trailed off, unconsciously beginning to twirl some of your messy (h/c) locks around your index finger. You chewed on the inside of your cheek as your brain scanned itself for words to say. Before you could think of anything else to say, Connor pulled your lips to his gently but firmly. This kiss was different than the angry and drunken one from the night prior; it was also different from the ones shared in the past several days, too. This kiss was slow-roasting, passionate and almost loving?

Whoa, whoa, whoa! You thought, instinctively beginning to kiss back, Is Connor Murphy, my fucking crush since 7th grade, kissing me like he possibly may love me?! Or, or, or am I just reading too much into the kiss? Cuz, like, he is still kinda drunk, like me, right? So, so maybe this underlying sense of love is fake or something? You were panicking internally as you tried to come up with reasons why that tiny underlying hint of love was present in the kiss.

Sensing your body become tense, Connor caressed your face as he continued to kiss you with this passion and hint of love that came from seemingly nowhere, to you. His lips moved slowly, methodically, like he had calculated when to pour his then molten passion into the intense exchange. As another means of getting your body to relax, his other hand decided to roam your body. It moved up over your clothed hip, brushed lightly against the searing flesh of your torso, leaving goosebumps in its wake; continuing on its trek and swept across your bra-covered chest, where it lingered. Connor pawed as the swell of one of your breasts for a few, lingering moments. The hand that was still on your face had tilted your head back slightly farther so that he could deepen the heated kiss. Or at least try to.

Your body had relaxed and a sigh left your body, shortly after your body relaxed Connor’s left hand moved from your chest to your back. As if by instinct, your arms wrapped around his neck and you pulled your body up against his—now your chest was pressed against his and the kiss was growing in intensity. Shivers shot through your body as Connor trailed his hand down your spine to the clasp of your bra, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip and trying to pry its way into your mouth.

Eventually, Connor started to bit your lower lip, trying to coax you into opening that mouth of yours for him. But of course, you didn’t give into him that easily, as you were still feeling quite mischievous from the alcohol. Even as Connor unclasped your bra and slightly pushed your body from his so that he could peel it off, you didn’t give in. He felt the mischievous smile the corners of your lips curled into and heard the low giggle that rumbled through your body. However, now that your bra was removed, Connor decided it was time to amp it up. So, with that in his mind, he returned his hand to your breast.

His lips also curled into a devilish smile as he started to play with your left breast. The long-haired teen heard the moan that tore through your body as he tweaked your nipple, and he hummed almost appreciatively at your wholehearted reaction. Unfortunately, he had to pull away from the heated exchange of saliva to breathe; the moment his lips left your own a breathless cross between a gasp and moan emitted from you. “You still not gonna fucking give into me, dork?” he asked into the skin of your cheek.

You shook your head, unable to speak at the moment. Truthfully, your mind was shot and unable to form sentences. The only fragments of thought going through your head were questions about what had just happened. Vaguely, at the back of your mind, you did want to help Connor out, knowing that if he was feeling just the slightest bit of what you were he was dying. “C-Con…” you muttered. “Stop, Connor,” you said a bit louder and with force.

Immediately, Connor stopped everything. He stopped peppering your cheek and jawline with kisses, he stopped groping your chest, stopped caressing your face. Everything stopped. Connor pulled away and looked at you. “What? Fuck, did I do something wrong, (y/n)? Shit, I pushed it, didn’t I? God, I’m a fucking screw-up! You just woke the fuck up and here I am forcing myself onto you, goddammit. I’m sorry, I just… you looked so… goddamn… shit, I’ll leave you alone. Just… FUCK!” Connor exclaimed, a panicked look overtook his eyes and he pushed himself away from you.

You had never seen Connor Murphy panic like he was in that moment. Hell, you didn’t even know Connor, Mr. Cool Kid, could panic. He sat up and swung his legs over his side of the bed, combing his hands through his hair as he apologized for forcing you into that. He’s a softie, oh my yeesus, you thought to yourself with a gentle smile. Rolling your eyes, you let out a small sigh and crawl over to him. Coming to sit beside him, you said in a soft, gentle voice, placing a hand on his thigh, “Con, don’t panic. You didn’t force me into doing that, and I don’t want you thinking that. I wanted that, in all honesty. Look, umm… heh…” you trailed off in a nervous laugh as he looked at you, “…look, the r-r-reason I wanted you to, to, umm, to stop was so that I could, ya know… help you out like you helped me out. It’s only fair, right? And, and, and I may be really bad at it… since it’s like, my first time, so… be, umm, patient with me.”

Connor looked at you and blinked a few times. You were offering to get him off? Well, he had said that he wasn’t opposed to being the guy you gave your first blowjob to. And Connor wasn’t lying, but he found himself at a loss for words at your offer. “Umm…” was all he managed to strangle out.

He had never seen your face turn so red so quick as you stammered, “On, on, on, only if you w-w-want me to, C-Connor! I, I, I can’t force you to let me try and g-g-get you off!”

His lips curled into an uncharacteristically grateful smile as he said, “Fuck, if you’re offering to help me get off, who am I to refuse such an attractive dork like yourself?”

Those words got you to close your mouth and look at him with gaping, fish-like eyes. “…what…” you questioned in a very small voice. You looked at Connor, silently asking for confirmation that you had indeed heard what you just heard.

Instead of giving you an answer, Connor laid back down on the bed and pulled you on top of him. He watched your already reddened face grow even darker a shade of red as you hovered above his shirtless body. You had no clue what to do, you had never seen a man that wasn’t your family shirtless before, and you most certainly had never explored the male body before. Connor could see the hesitation and doubt in your eyes, and he also just realized that you two were in a place where this may not be the best time to do something like it. “I just fucking remembered that we’re at one of your best friends’ house, (y/n). After a night of partying and drinking. Kayley could bust in the door at any damn time and ruin this for you. Maybe we should fucking wait and do this later?”

Your eyes snapped to his and you knew he was right. “Y-yeah… we can do this later. Maybe tonight? I, I, I wanna learn how to please a guy… for, for my crush…” you said, laying down beside him.

“Yeah, for your crush,” he echoed.

About two hours passed, you and Connor’s slight buzz had died completely, and Kayley busted open the door, yelling, “HEY! WAKE THE FUCK UP AND GO THE FUCK HOME!!!”

You groaned, holding your head. “Shut the fuck up, Kay. God, we were already fucking up.”

“Oops, sorry, bitch. It’s how I’ve been waking everyone up. Anyways, Hansen and Kleinman are waiting for you two at the door. Get dressed and get the fuck out of here,” she said.

You nodded, sitting up and looking for your clothes. “Okay, thanks Kayley,” you said.

Kayley smiled and closed the door, saying, “You’re welcome, cunt.”

“Well, isn��t she just a fucking joy?” Connor asked, grabbing his shirt and jacket before putting them back on. He pushed himself off of the bed and stood by the door. “I’m ready whenever the hell you are.”

“Okay, okay, just gimme a minute to put my bra back on. I loathe this thing,” you said, fiddling with your bra as you tried to get it on properly. It took you like a minute and a half for you to get it on and then you pushed yourself off the bed and looked for your shirt. You searched for several minutes to no avail. Scratching your head you asked out loud, “Where the fuck is my shirt?”

With a small chuckle, Connor said, “Try looking in the damn bathroom, (y/n). When we came here to crash last night you walked in there with it on and came out with it off. Hence, it’s probably still in there.”

Looking over your shoulder, you shot a smile at him as you muttered, “Ooh, thanks, Con.” You then walked to the master bedroom’s bathroom; the moment you opened the door, you saw your shirt laying on the ground. “Found it,” you called out as you bent over to grab it. Once the top was in your possession, you put it on and shuffled out of the bathroom.

Connor was looking at you with his eyebrows furrowed in amusement. “What?” you asked, “Is there something on my face?”

“No,” he grinned and pointed to you, “you’re shirt’s inside-out and backwards.”

Your eyes glanced downwards and your face flushed in slight embarrassment. “Oops,” you said as you took it off and fixed it. When you had put it on for the second time, you asked, “There? Better?”

Another small chuckle, “Yeah, much better. Now let’s fucking blow this popsicle stand, yeah?”

“Fuck yes, let’s go!” you exclaimed, punching the air as you walked over to him. “Wait,” you paused, patting yourself down, looking for something, “where’s my phone?!”

Connor rolled his eyes and pulled it out of his jacket, then handed it to you. “I took it so your drunk ass wouldn’t drunk-call anyone, particularly your mom,” he said. Turning, he opened the door and walked out. “Now come on, dork. Let’s go take these idiots home.”

“You’re still just jealous that I made out with Glasses,” you smirked as you followed behind him.

Stuffing his hands into his jeans’ pockets, Connor answered, “Not jealous, doll. I’m still angry that fucking geek took advantage of you while you were drunk to make out with you.”

The two of you reached the stairs and you scoffed, “Con, that’s so far from the truth. Yeah, I was getting tipsy at that point, but I wholeheartedly agreed to that bet. In fact, I think I said that I wanted to kiss and piss you off. Both of which I accomplished.” Connor looked over his shoulder, with a slight glare, as he descended the stairs in front of you. Following after him, you laughed, “Now all I need to do is make out with Ev and I’ve made out with the three amigos.”

Connor laughed softly, “Oh, now that I would actually pay to fucking see.”

“You’d pay to see me make out with Ev?” you giggled, “So, lemme get this straight: you’re perfectly fine with me kissing Evan, but the moment I think about kissing Glasses, you wanna stake a claim on me? What the fuck, Murphy?”

He shrugged as you two reached the bottom of the stairs. “I don’t even know why, Kleinman just fucking irritates me,” he said.

“Then how are you two best friends?” you asked, walking to the front door, where Evan and Jared were waiting for you.

Jared crossed his arms and said, “Well look who’s up and ready to go, Evan. It’s the love-birds.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the title. “Why the heck are you calling us that, Glasses?” you asked, stopping in front of him and Evan.

“Y-you really don’t remember, (y/n/n)?” Evan asked you.

Shaking your head, you answered, “No…? What happened last night? I only remember what happened in the kitchen, then some after that. I vaguely remember taking the rest of the Maker’s 46 and drinking it out of the bottle. And everything’s a blur after that. So, fill me in.”

Connor stopped beside you and huffed, “Guys, can we fucking leave already? You dumbasses can tell her in the truck.” He pushed by his two friends, opened the front door and walked out of Kayley’s house. Almost angrily, he walked in the direction of his truck. “Do you fucking morons want me to leave your sorry asses?! If not, then come the fuck on!!” Connor called from over his shoulder.

You huffed at his change in attitude. He went from mushy and soft, to still and angry. What crawled up his ass and died? He was so different just a few minutes ago, the hell? you thought. “Yes, please tell me in the truck,” you said, pushing Evan and Jared out of your best friend’s house.

The three of you practically ran to Connor’s truck because he had started it. Once you all were inside, and settled down, you said, “Okay. Now tell me what happened! Why did Glasses call Connor and I love-birds? I’m so confused.”

Clearing his throat, Jared began, “Alright. Here’s what happened, sexy.”

Jared set the scene. How he remembered what happened was beyond anyone, because he was blasted last night.

It had been maybe thirty minutes since Connor gave you your first orgasm in the kitchen, you had the Maker’s 46 bottle in your hand, half-way drunk. And you had drank it all by yourself, nobody else had wanted any (which meant that you were the only person who had been drinking it since you arrived at the party). At that point, it was maybe midnight (but nobody really knew what time it was because they were all mostly shit-faced drunk), and you and Connor were sitting on the couch. You were either on Connor’s lap or right beside him as you downed some Maker’s 46 and he was sipping on a cup of Scotch, feeling a bit drunk.

Jared was dancing drunkenly with about ten other teenagers, while Evan was sitting on the couch beside you and Connor—still quite sober. (Knowing how big Kayley’s living room was, you weren’t surprised when Jared said that’s where the dancing was happening.) Kayley’s phone was plugged into the stereo and she was playing some music. Of course, you can’t dance without music.

"Hey, Con,” you slurred drunkenly, leaning over on his shoulder.

Connor looked at you, cracking a smile. “Yeah, was is it, half-pint?” he asked.

You smiled stupidly as you slurred, “We should…” you trailed off and hiccuped, “…we should totally fucking date, Murphy!”

Evan heard what you said and your words caused both him and Connor to choke on their drinks. Evan was thrown into a coughing fit as he tried to breath. “WHAT?!” the anxious sweetheart exclaimed in surprise.

“I agree with Evan, what the fuck, dork? You’re drunk, so I know you don’t fucking mean it,” Connor said slowly. Your words had thrown him for a loop; while he did agree that maybe you two should date, despite only talking for two days, he wasn’t sure that making it official while you were blasted was a good idea. In fact, he didn’t even know if you liked him in the way he possibly liked you. It still boggled his mind that he could have grown to like someone in just two or three days of talking to them.

You put the bottle of liquor between your thighs as you leaned over to touch Connor’s clothed chest. “I may be drunk, Connor, b-but… I will definitely remember this when we wake up,” you cooed, “so, let’s date~!”

Connor grabbed your hand and took it off his chest. “No. You don’t mean what you’re saying, (y/n),” he said sternly.

“The fuck I don’t! Ever heard of…” you trailed off to think. After a good two solid minutes of staring at Connor’s hardened facial expressions, you continued, “…ever heard the saying ‘A drunk person’s words are a sober person’s thoughts’? T-therefore… I me-mean what I am saying right now…”

Evan piped in, “But, umm, (y/n)… you are m-more blackout drunk than regular drunk. You, you won’t remember this.”

That was when Jared stumbled over and sat beside Evan, having overheard what was going down. “Evan’s right, sexy. You’re passed being normal drunk, you’re fucking blackout drunk. Meaning you won’t remember a single thing after drinking half of that Maker’s 46,” he said, leaning his head back onto the couch.

Your eyebrows furrowed and an almost annoyed look flashed across your face. Taking a moment for your blackout drunk mind to process what was said, you smile an ear-to-ear smile. “So I can do and say anything and I won’t remember tomorrow?” you asked.

Jared shrugged, but nodded, “Yeah… you can. But most, if not all of the three of us will remember. Unless Murphy and I are drunk enough not to remember shit. Evan’ll probably forget after he gets his third drink, cuz…” Jared leaned over and looked into Evan’s almost empty cup, “…he almost needs more.”

“I do not, Jared,” said Evan.

“Too late,” the geek said, talking Evan’s red cup from his hands. Alexa just so happened to pass by at that moment and Jared grabbed her arm, making her stop. “Hey, Alexa, can you do Evan a favor and get him some more whiskey-coke combo?” he asked.

Alexa smiled at Jared, “Yeah, of course! I’ve sobered up a small bit.” She took Evan’s cup and before she walked off, Jared pulled her down so he could whisper something into her ear. When they pulled away from each other, Alexa’s smile turned devious as she said, “Got it, I’ll be right back with your drink, Evan.”

Evan whipped his head to look at Jared as he hissed, “What did you tell her?!”

A giggle escaped from Jared as he shrugged, “I dunno what you’re talking about, Evan.”

The banter between Evan and Jared continued, and an idea was brewing in your head. “I’m just gonna assume none of us are gonna remember this and tell me tomorrow,” you said quietly to yourself.

Connor heard you and raised an eyebrow. “What was that?” he questioned as watched you take another gulp of whiskey. With the bottle still in your hand, you arched your back as you pushed yourself off the couch; Connor’s eyes watching you in confusion. He watched, taking sips of his drink, as you swung your legs over him, straddling his lap. “The fuck are you doing, dork?” he asked as you two stared into each other’s eyes.

“I’ve something to admit to you, Connor,” you said, the hand not holding the neck of your whiskey bottle cupping his face. Immediately after you said that, Jared and Evan’s attention was focused on you and Connor. You shifted on Connor’s lap, causing his breath to hitch slightly. “Can I admit this to you?” you asked almost in a whisper, leaning in towards Connor.

The long, brown-haired teen reacted with a, “Fuck, I guess so. What is it, half-pint?”

Taking a deep breath, you said, “I love you, Connor Murphy. You know the crush I’ve had since 7th fucking grade? Well… you’re him. I know you’ve always had a fuck-ton of issues… none of which are easy to deal with, and you come off as a complete fucking asshole to people. But… I developed a crush on your ass anyways! And, and, and…” a hiccup, “…I’ve been pining over you for six fucking years! W-wanting you to notice my existence, wanting you to like me back, wanting to help you with your problems since freshman year!” Your words petered out as you stared as his face. His eyes went wide and his mouth was slightly agape. You felt yourself smile a drunkenly sweet smile and caressed Connor’s cheek. That moment seemed to stretch on forever, but soon your brain spurred back to life and you continued, “So, I want to get high with you, drunk with you, all of these crazy things with you… but most importantly, I want to help you with your problems however I can. I just… I love you… so much it almost hurts…”

Jared and Evan’s mouths dropped open. Your words were the most meaningful ones either of them had heard a blackout drunk person say. It was like, in that moment, that you weren’t blackout drunk—even though they knew you were still very much completely blackout. “Holy shit…” breathed out Jared, still unable to believe what you just said. Evan could only nod in agreement.

Connor just stared at you with wide eyes. Does she really fucking mean all that shit? (Y/n) loves… me? he thought. No way is she telling the truth, she’s blackout drunk for God’s sake! She doesn’t mean it! She’s just saying what I want to hear. But, she’s right: A drunk person’s words are a sober person’s thoughts… shit, do I believe her or not?! As his brain scrambled to dismiss what you said, he was unaware that you were pulling his face closer to yours.

It was only once your lips touched that Connor snapped out of his flabbergasted daze. Immediately, Connor’s hand took the bottle of Maker’s 46 from your hands as you two shared a sloppy kiss. He broke off the kiss and handed the bottle of whiskey to Jared. “Here, drink the rest of it, Kleinman,” he said.

“You ain’t gonna address the fact she just said she loved you, Murphy?” asked the geek as he took the bottle.

You looked at Connor, your drunk eyes swirling with the feeling of rejection. “Y-yes… n-n-no reaction to my con, con, confession?” you asked in a broken voice, as if you were about to cry.

Connor’s eyes snapped back to yours and he said, “Look… I’m still… fuck, how do I say this…? Well, I’m still trying to figure out what I’m feeling, okay? Just in the few days we’ve been talking, half-pint, you’ve interested me in a way I never thought someone could. I’ve… been acting different from how I was before we were partnered together. And goddammit, I’m not sure if I like how I’ve been acting. You’ve given me thoughts and feelings I never expected myself to have for another person; I was dead-set on being a fucking loner my whole life, because I’ve always been the freak in our school. Shit, I guess what I’m fucking trying to say is that… I probably have feelings for you, too, (y/n). I just don’t fully fucking know yet.”

“R-really?!” you exclaimed excitedly.

With a sigh, Connor nodded and rubbed the back of his neck. He hadn’t really planned on telling you until he was certain he felt something for you that went beyond a slight interest. But, you know, so much for that plan. The stoner hadn’t anticipated you getting blackout drunk and admitting your feelings to him, nor did he expect Jared to press him for an answer to your confession. “Y-yeah…” he said in an unusually small voice. “Anyways, I think you’ve had enough alcohol for tonight, (y/n). I’m taking you to bed.”

An exasperated groan left your lips, “But Coooooonnor! I want to drink the rest of my whiskey!!” You went to tip back your bottle of whiskey and find it’s been stolen. “WHO STOLE MY DAMN WHISKEY?!” you shrieked.

“I took it when you were fucking kissing me and gave it Kleinman,” answered Connor. “Now, we’re going to bed and there’s nothing you can say to fucking stop me from doing it.”

You squirmed in his lap and lightly hit his chest, whining like a little kid, “No! You’re a fucking mean-ass, Con! I tell you I love you and you wanna put me to bed!!”

Connor rolled his eyes, drinking the rest of his Scotch and handing the empty cup to Evan. “Throw that shit away for me, okay? Thanks, Evan,” he said and watched Evan nod. Turning his gaze back towards you, Connor began to stand up, picking you up bridal-style as he went. “Time for fucking bed, princess,” he said and started walking towards the stairs.

As you two walked, Kayley and Alexa catcalled you, chanting how you were get it. “Get it, bitch! Get it, bitch!” you saw them mouth to you. You flipped them off as Connor carried you up the stairs, towards the master bedroom.

“…aaaaaaannnd that’s what happened. That’s why I called you love-birds,” Jared finished.

Your face had gone a ghostly pale and you were sure your breathing was erratic. Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmyfuckinggod!!! WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I DONE?! your panicking mind screamed. You were sure your heart had stopped beating. The moment Jared said you confessed to Connor, you were sure your heart stopped cold.

No words were able to come out of your throat because your throat had seemingly closed. You really didn’t remember any of those events. It was in that moment that you knew that you were panicking. Tears streamed from your eyes and you started to sniffle.

From behind you, you faintly heard Evan’s voice ask, “Hey? (Y/n/n)…? Are you okay?”

“I’m such a… f-f-f-fucking IDIOT!!” your voice finally tore through the lump in your throat. You turned your distorted vision towards Connor as you just sobbed, “I’m so sorry, Connor! You, you, you weren’t supposed to know!!! I should have known that someone as a-a-a-attractive as you wouldn’t have feelings for, for, for someone like me! I, I mean… l-l-look at me!! I’m a m-m-mess! I’m so un, un, uninteresting and inexperienced!! God! You probably think I’m some freak now for pining over your for six years!”

Everyone was surprised by your outburst. Had you not heard when Jared recounted the words Connor had said to you? “Whoa, whoa, whoa! (Y/n), did you not hear when I said that Connor told you he probably has feelings for you? He just has to figure them out,” sputtered Jared, trying to make you feel better.

“He was just saying that to make drunk me happy!! No way anyone would have feelings for me! I’m, I’m boring… and fat… and sexually inexperienced… and shit at school… and, and…” you sniffled, “…I’m a crappy person!”

Literally, Connor stopped the truck (having pulled to the side of the road, he wasn’t stupid enough to stop in the middle of the road). He calmly unbuckled himself, unlocked all the doors, got out of the truck and walked over to your door. Opening your door, Connor unbuckled you and pulled you out of the truck. His arms pulled you into a hug, which was uncharacteristic of him—to hug anyone out in public. “Listen, you’re none of those fucking things. Okay, so the only thing you are, of those five things, is sexually inexperienced. Half-pint, you’re not a shitty, fat, boring person… and you’re definitely not bad at school. Why would Mr. Boulden partner us up if we were both bad at fucking history? How about we drop these dumbasses off, then we can fucking do something, sound good?” Connor said, pulling away from the hug.

“You sound like a boyfriend trying to make his girlfriend feel better… or a best friend trying to cheer up their bestie,” you sniffled, wiping your sleeves across your face to absorb your tears. You couldn’t look Connor in the eyes, so your gaze was directed at his chest.

Not having you not looking at him, Connor grabbed your chin and forced you to look him in the face. “I am trying to make you feel better, you fucking dork. You’re panicking internally right now, I know you are because that was me last fucking night—or early this fucking morning, whatever—when you confessed that I’ve been the crush. And my words still are true, I may have feelings for you, (y/n). Hell, I’m like ninety percent sure I do like you,” he said.

You scoffed, tears still sliding down your face, “Yeah right… The Connor Murphy having feelings for me, (y/n) (y/l/n)? Only in my dreams…”

Connor growled and let go of you. “Fine! Don’t fucking believe me, half-pint! But, FUCK, I know I feel something for you! Just get the fuck back in the truck and let’s fucking go,” he growled as he stomped back to his side of the truck and got back in.

Sighing to yourself, you got back in the truck and buckled yourself up. Great, I made him made at me. Why am I passive-aggressive like that when I am internally panicking? you thought as you sat there.

The rest of the car ride was silent, as you were still panicking because of the recent events. Unconsciously, you had been twirling a lock of hair around your right hand’s index finger and were chewing on your lower lip. Inside your mind, in the midst of all the panic, you wondered how to make Connor un-mad at you.

By that point, it was just you and Connor; Jared and Evan had been dropped off. Connor wasn’t entirely mad at you, though, he was slightly mad at himself. He didn’t know why he couldn’t figure out how he felt, but he thought it was possibly because of the suddenness of which the feelings developed. The long, brown-haired teen knew he wanted to cheer you up, because he knew what it was like to be in that much of a panic. He felt that kind of panic from everyday walking through your high school, because people regarded him as the freaky stoner.

Deciding to break the silence, he sighed, “Look… (y/n)… seriously, not just saying it, but I do think that I really fucking like you. Can you just trust me when I say that?”

“I do believe you, Con. I just… feel stupid for admitting that to you in the way I did. I was gonna tell you if we kept talking after the end of this history project and started dating. But… plans can change,” you sighed out.

He chuckled, “Don’t feel stupid, dork. Fuck, I’m really kinda happy you told me while drunk. Because you didn’t fucking hesitate. And I mean, yeah, we could date or we could stay friends with benefits until I figure shit out. But, like… shit, I don’t know.”

You looked over at Connor and giggled, “You know if we stopped whatever we have going on between us that Jared would be all over me in two seconds flat. I’m convinced that he could actually sweep me off my feet if he tried hard enough. And I think you’d neither like that nor want to see me crumble and moan breathlessly as he grabs me inappropriately in front of you to prove a point.”

“You’re goddamn right I wouldn’t like it! I would rip you away from that asshole and show him how to touch you right,” growled Connor.

The mood lightened up as you laughed, “So, I think it’s best if we stayed friends with benefits, Connor. We can just… forget that I drunkenly confessed to you, okay?” He nodded and you smiled. However, your brain trailed back to the underlying sense of love that came through in your kiss after you two woke up. “Wait, wait, wait,” you said, “I have a question, Con.”

“Yeah? What?” he answered.

“When we woke up, we got into a heated kiss, remember that?” you said. Connor nodded and you continued, “I felt the slightest hint of love in that kiss. I swear to you I did.”

Connor shrugged as he pulled up to your house. “I guess that fucking means that I might love you, doesn’t it?”

With a smile and a shrug of your shoulders, you answered, “Yeah, guess it does, Con.”

“It’s not gonna scare your ass off that I may love you only after a few days, will it?” Connor asked, looking over at you. He was genuinely asking you, not just joking around.

“No, it’s not, Con. If me confessing to you that I’ve been pining over you for six years didn’t scare you off, then you possibly loving me after only a few days won’t scare me off,” you answered sweetly. “I, uhh, I guess I should get out, huh?”

Connor locked the doors before you could open the door. “You don’t have to go, half-pint,” he said, smirking at you. “After all, I do recall you saying you wanted to try getting me off when we woke up. Or were you lying?”

You blushed as you remembered that you had said that. Not being one to back down either, you had to take responsibility for your words. “I never lie, Connor Murphy. Do you… wanna come inside? You’ve never been inside my house before,” you offered.

“Sure, why the fuck not?” Connor answered, grinning wolfishly as he turned off his truck. “What’s the excuse as to why the hell I’m coming in with you?” he questioned as he unlocked the doors.

Opening your door, you smiled, “That you’re here to work on the project…? Duh? What did you expect me to say? Did you think I was gonna be straight up and tell my parents that you’re here so I can give you a fucking blowjob so I won’t feel bad that you made me cum at Kayley’s house party?”

With a shrug, Connor got out of his truck, too. “Well, fuck you, then. I wasn’t going to say that,” he playfully growled at you.

“Wouldn’t you love to fuck me?” you teased, sticking your tongue out.

He chuckled, “No shit I would love to fuck you, dork. But, you’re so set on making it worth it, so I’ll just wait until you’re ready to give in to me. Y’know, your crush?”

Your cheeks heated up and you stomped off towards the front door. “Jackass!” you called out, embarrassed that he reminded you.

Running after you, Connor called, “I’m fucking sorry, you dork! I couldn’t help myself, honestly!”

You opened your front door and said, “Just fucking go inside.”

Stopping in front of you, Connor said, “No, you live here, you go in first, dork.”

Rolling your eyes, you walked into your house. “Mom! Dad! I’m home! I brought Connor over so we could finish this project, okay? We’ll be up in my room doing it!”

“Okay, thanks for letting us know. Did he pick you up from Alexa’s house?” your mom asked.

“Yes, mother. He did.” You ushered him upstairs to your room as you continued to talk back and forth to your mother. When he was in your room you called back, “Okay mom, I’m gonna close my door so we can focus, is that chill?”

You heard your mother laugh and call back, “Yes, honeybun, that’s fine.”

Smiling you closed your bedroom door, locking it. “My mom’s the fucking coolest,” you said.

Connor looked around your room. There were books on Ancient Egypt littering your bookshelf and some scattered on your floor. Your bedspread was galaxy and it had Connor smiling. “Like astronomy, too?” he asked.

“O-oh, yeah… kinda,” you answered, picking up some clothes that were strewn across your room. Throwing them into your hamper, you stood beside Connor at the side of your bed. Patting the sides of your legs, you continued, “I don’t know much about astronomy, to be honest. I just really like the colors and how they accent each other, you know? It’s just beautiful.”

“Yeah… space is both interesting and beautiful,” Connor said, smiling at your bed. “Just like you,” he spoke, looking over at you with a smirk.

You blushed and slapped his shoulder. “Shut up, Connor!” Connor chuckled as you slapped his shoulder against, much lighter this time. The two of you laughed and he playfully shoved you back. However, after a few moments, the playful nudging and the like stopped and the room fell silent. It was a pregnant and awkward silence; you didn’t know how to start this. “Umm…” you hummed out, biting your lips, “so, how do we, umm, how do we start this shit?”

“Why don’t we start it like when we woke up?” he suggest with a smirk.

You laughed, “Like both of us shirtless? Or, or, or do we work those off?”

Connor shrugged and said, “We can? If you fucking want to, dork. Or we could…” he trailed off, “eh, it’s all up to you.”

Nervously, you began chewing on your lip in thought. Where and how to start this? “I, I, I don’t know what I want to do. All I know is that I wanna do this for you. As, as, as like a means to thank you… y’know?” you stammered nervously, looking at Connor.

“Yeah, I know, half-pint. Fuck, I mean I guess we could just start off kissing and work our way up from there?” Connor looked back at you, shoving his hands into his pockets.

You looked at Connor’s blue-green eyes as they stared at your bed. “Sounds like a plan, Con,” you spoke, pushing him over to your bed. Connor was mildly surprised when you pushed him onto your bed and straddled him. “Ready to get started?” you asked with a grin.

“You think you could hold the fuck up for a hot minute, dork? I think I should lean against the head of your fucking bed, don’t you?” Connor asked.

“I guess you can…” you said as you watched Connor move so he was leaning against the head of your bed. You sat in the place where you two had been and you chuckled, “You ready?”

Connor looked into your (e/c) eyes and said with a nod, “Hell yeah I am. Come here, half-pint.”

You pressed your lips together at the new nickname. Sure, you had noticed it earlier but the more he used it, the more random it seemed. Before you did anything more, you had to ask. “Hey, Con?”

“Yeah?”

“Where’d the nickname half-pint come from?”

Connor scoffed and answered you, “From last night. And you’re like almost half my size.”

“That is false, Con! I am only a few inches shorter than you and shut up,” you laughed.

“Keep fucking telling yourself that, half-pint,” Connor said through a smirk.

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