#come and interact with this mischievous pumpkin head!!

[epitomees]

Paranormal Predicament

There are things all around you 

Though many do not see it 

The most unexplainable phenomena 

On this hallowed and sacred of months 

Let the portal grow strong 

Remain open and inviting 

To those from the other side 

And to beings beyond a mortal’s sight

Be seen! Bring havoc! 

But be warned, for this will not remain forever

All Hallow’s Eve is your time 

The doorway shall close once again 

And those on the other side will not survive

Do not perish by November’s light 

Lest you wish to be gone forevermore...

A cold, autumn night swept the cityscape. Passerbys enjoyed the spooky ambience becoming of ornate decorations inside the street-lined shops. Kids with curious eyes lit up seeing this year’s popular costumes of choice, the life-like statues of plastic gargoyles perched above doorways, and of course, limited run editions of their favorite Halloween candy. No matter where you went, the smell of cinnamon and pumpkin spice tickled your senses. 

No one escaped it. A holiday of this caliber was one celebrated across the globe. 

Even to those believed to not exist. 

Stories of the supernatural spread far and wide when the time for spooks and pranks came around yet again. Children being kidnapped in the night by a monster hiding under their bed, horror movie celebrities and murderers rumored to have been spotted in prohibited areas, and ghosts passing through the mortal world to scare humans until they dropped dead. Halloween was a time for autumn’s blessings, but for some...

....it was the perfect opportunity for tricks, not treats. 

Miles away from the light of the town’s bustling commotions, something stirred. The woods all but quiet, albeit the occasional chirp of summer’s fleeting sounds or night creatures stalking their dinner. A clearing was where something...or someone...found themselves. No memory of their arrival, or even how they got here, except for the haunting words of a poet’s last message. 

Two fiery, red eyes burned bright beneath a carved helmet. The creature’s own head appeared to be shaped like a pumpkin, moreso a jack-o-lantern gutted out to be used as a holiday-themed lighting implement. Their jagged smile, permanently fixed but showing hints of a mischievous nature. Gloved hands lacked any attached limbs, yet still moved freely without worrying about any muscles or ligaments. And in one of those hands was a fixed lantern, a flame burning white and hot. 

 “Heeehooo, heeehoooo...where did they all go??”

 There were others with them, last time their memory worked right. The darkened clearing held no sign of their arrival, only a chilly wind and unsettling silence. The small creature floated further, navigating well beneath the forest’s canopy. Avoiding any threats below was their best option, until their pointed hat peeked atop the edge of the woods. 

Lights. Bright, but far away. 

Which could only mean....

“I sense mortals a-plenty! Heehee hooo! Am I truly free to do as I please? What fun it will be when they can’t see me, hee hoo~!” 

((The Persona, Pyro Jack, has escaped from the Sea of Souls! Feel free to interact with this creature, but he’s only here for a limited time! You have until Halloween night to ask him questions or thread with him!)) 

#ic #Guest Muse: Pyro Jack #Halloween Event: A Haunting in the Real World #Halloween drabble #long post #((thought about doing some Halloween fun for the blog here!! #come and interact with this mischievous pumpkin head!! #I'll write up a small guideline to his presence in the real world soon!))

[liaromancewriter]

And There Was This Cat

Premise: Ethan reminisces with Harper, and Cassie isn’t sure what to make of it.

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine); feat. Harper Emery Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 1,030

A/N: This fic was requested by @kyra75 from the 2-character drabbles: Ethan, Cassie and Cat. Not quite a drabble, but it's the thought that counts. lol Submission for @choicesoctober prompt 'pet', and I'm using @choicesflashfics week 53, prompt 2

Ethan Ramsey sipped coffee on his short walk back to Edenbrook, taking in the moment. The gray skies and sharp bite in the air were typical of Fall in New England, as were the leaves that were starting to turn orange and red before carpeting the pavement.

“I love fall,” Cassie beamed beside him. She deliberately stepped on fallen leaves, giggling at the crunching sound under her feet. “Hear that?”

“It’s depressing weather,” he said, scanning Edenbrook’s glass façade ahead of them, reflecting the dark skies.

“Perfect for cuddling by the fireplace with pumpkin spice hot chocolate,” Cassie continued, ignoring his dampening tone.

He threw her a shifty-eyed look. “If I find pumpkin spice anything in my coffee, I will not be responsible for my actions.”

Ethan grinned when Cassie stuck her tongue out mischievously. He drew her in for a quick kiss, ignoring the protests of a pedestrian who had to swerve around them.

“Back to the grind, I suppose,” he said, sighing against her lips. “I wish I could say it gets easier. It doesn’t.”

“You’re such a philosopher,” Cassie teased, kissing the corner of his mouth.

They started walking again, turning toward the atrium entrance instead of the staff entrance at the back.

“There’s Jackie,” Cassie said. “I need to talk to her about a patient. See you inside?”

Ethan nodded, releasing their intertwined hands. He entered through the revolving doors, and the first person he saw was Harper Emery. He hadn’t seen her in weeks, but he supposed that wasn’t unusual anymore.

While they were dating, they had an excuse to meet up often. When Harper became his boss, their interactions were still frequent but of a different nature. Now she was back in the surgical suite, and he hadn’t needed a neuro consult. So, their paths rarely crossed except at department head meetings.

Still, they had known each other for almost a decade, and it would be strange to pass by her without at least acknowledging her presence.

“What’s got you smiling like a Cheshire Cat?” Ethan drawled, strolling to where she stood, laughing at something on her phone.

Harper looked up, practically giddy, and turned the screen to show him. His amusement turned to exasperation at the sight of a cat video on her phone.

“Not you too,” he groaned dramatically, making Harper throw her head back in laughter. “I don’t understand the obsession with cat videos.”

“We all need something lighthearted to brighten our day, Ethan,” Harper chastised in that grating tone he remembered from whenever they were on opposite ends of an issue.

He started to roll his eyes but narrowed them instead when he recognized the feline on the screen was, in fact, Harper’s calico cat, Penelope.

“Is that the demon cat?” he asked, aghast.

“Penelope’s a darling,” Harper scoffed, pocketing her phone.

“She’s a menace, Harper,” Ethan argued. “All she did was hiss and scratch whenever I went near her.”

“Maybe she sensed you didn’t like her,” Harper replied, her brown eyes tightening in annoyance before she chuckled. “Remember when she thought you were attacking me?”

Ethan closed his eyes in dismay. “Don’t remind me. It’s not a night I will soon forget. She scarred me for life.”

“Who scarred you for life?” Cassie commented, coming to stand beside him. She smiled at Harper. “Hi, Dr. Emery.”

“Valentine,” Harper nodded and smiled briefly. “My cat. She’s not a fan of Ethan.”

“That’s an understatement,” Ethan muttered under his breath. “I can still feel its sharp claws on my back.”

“I don’t understand.” Cassie stared at them in confusion, and he flushed at his careless words.

The incident Harper referenced was hardly fit to discuss with his current girlfriend. What was he supposed to say? His dick had been about to enter another woman when a fiendish cat jumped on his naked back and dug in her claws, effectively killing the mood?

Ethan glanced furtively at Harper, hoping she understood his predicament.

“It’s nothing consequential,” Harper said, coming to his rescue. She glanced at her wristwatch. “I have to get ready for my afternoon consults.”

Harper slipped away, leaving an awkwardness in her wake. Ethan slowly lifted the coffee cup to his mouth, using the brief respite to reorient his brain.

“That was weird, right?” Cassie mused, watching Harper retreat before turning to face him, a considering look in her green eyes.

“Was it?” Ethan commented for lack of anything useful to say, glancing at a spot beyond her shoulder.

Cassie snorted. “You know it was. There was something…” She shrugged the rest of the words away. “Besides, I know when you’re embarrassed. Your cheeks get flushed, and the tips of your ears turn red.”

She took a step back. “You also can’t seem to meet my eyes, so whatever the two of you were talking about had nothing to do with a cat.”

Ethan could feel the flush spreading across his face. “It was about a ca—”

He broke off when Cassie raised an eyebrow skeptically. He sighed. “It started out about her cat, but no, it wasn’t just about the cat.”

Cassie pursed her lips, not saying anything, and he wished he had kept his mouth shut.

“Thank you for being honest with me,” Cassie said a few tense seconds later and turned away. “I have patients to check on. See you later.”

Ethan hated leaving things like this and rushed after her.

“Want to grab dinner tonight?” he said, reaching for her hand as she entered the stairwell. He covered the distance between them, letting the door shut behind him. “Or I can make us something at home?”

Cassie tilted her head and peered intently at him. “I’m not angry or upset. So, you don’t have to take me out or feed me to assuage your guilt.”

“Good to know,” he mumbled before speaking in a measured tone. “Can I take you out because I want to?”

“Sure.” She stretched on her toes, circled her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply until he forgot where they were. “But I expect to be wined and dined in style, Dr. Ramsey. So, bring your black card.”

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[radiorenjun]

drama love || qian kun

¤ pairing: qian kun x reader

¤ genre: comedy, slight angst, drama, college!au, drama club!au, president of the drama club!kun x star of the drama club! reader, enemies to lovers-ish, frenemies to lovers, friends to lovers, fashion major! reader, business major!kun, tsundere!kun.

¤ synopsis: You and Kun always have this weird relationship where you’re not necessarily enemies but not exactly friends. Most of the time, you would be seen scolding by Kun for skipping club meetings to hang out with the other seniors despite the fact that you were one of the main lead actresses of the club. And as time goes on, watch as you and your senior’s relationship blossom into something more than a simple friendship between two college students.

¤ warnings: tsundere kun! swearing, probably some innuendos but nothing too bad, kun is a year older than the reader, height discrimination against Ten and Kun (I’m sorry), kun a bit more chaotic here than in real life. Lots and lots of teasing and insults, slight mentions of burdening someone, arguments, genz humor, probably a plot hole or two, bullying kun supremacy

¤ wordcount : 23.5 k words

¤ playlist: double take by dhruv,  free love by g, if i could write a bike by chevy, lovely night by ryan gosling and emma stone, kataomoi by aimer

¤ a/n: featuring a few of my moots!

“Oh,Y/n, good to see you here,” your underclassmen greeted with a polite bowl as you shot them a smile. 

“Hey Chenle, Furou,” you waved, adjusting the beret on your head as you tugged on the saddle of your back to adjust it on your shoulder. “Y/n, meet Sungchan. He just transferred from the Business Department,” Chenle introduced, putting a hand on the taller boy beside him as Furou let out a soft chuckle. You smiled at the tall boy, looking up at what you assume to be a 180 cm giant standing in front of you. “Wow, you’re pretty tall. You know you could be one of the main leads of the drama club,” you raised your brow with a light laugh, shaking the younger boy’s hand.

“Jisung is almost taller than me,” Sungchan chuckled bashfully, looking down at his feet as he retracted his arm. “Oh hush, you’re still taller than our male lead. He’s literally 170 centimeters, I don’t even know how he’s able to get the part. Curse his pretty privileges,” you grumbled under your breath, remembering how your co-partner on the stage was constantly flirting with his girlfriend during practice instead of actually helping with painting the props like the rest of the club members. 

“You also have pretty privileges too, though,” Furou raised her brow, a smile tugging at her lips as you huffed. “Flattery will get you nowhere, honey,” you joked, a sinister smile playing at your lips as you watched a deadpan expression flash over your underclassman’s features. “What are you three up to?” you asked, putting your hands on your hips. “We’re just going to go to a nearby cafe, they say they’re having a huge discount on their infamous cheesecake,” Chenle explained, pointing his thumb behind him as Furou nodded in agreement. 

“I don’t want to be the third wheel, so I’m off studying and catching up with my major,” Sungchan informed with a nervous chuckle, a distressed expression making its way onto his face afterwards as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I see. Well, I hope you all have fun,” you chuckled, pulling the sleeve of your sweater back to reveal the watch on your wrist, your eyes widening slightly at the time. “Oh dear God, would you look at the time,” you blurted out loud, a panicked smile forming at your lips. 

Furou laughed at the sight of your terrified expression. “I suggest you should really get going, too,” Furou added, stretching her head to look behind you to spot a certain someone. “Yeah, if you don’t hurry, your escort will get here,” Chenle snickered, nudging his girlfriend’s sides as they both shared knowing looks. “Escort?” Sungchan furrowed his brows in confusion, watching you gulp heavily as the two continued to tease and snicker at you mischievously. “Y/n’s pretty notorious for skipping her drama club,” Chenle explained, his sinister grin never leaving his face. 

“Therefore, everyday, the club president comes down to pick her up. The drama club escort is pretty scary,” Furou added with a small snort, making you let out a scoff as you crossed your arms against your chest with a roll of your eyes. “I skip club meetings because I love interacting with all my seniors and underclassmen, duh,” you said, lifting your brow as if it was the most obvious thing ever. “Sure, whatever you say then, Y/n,” Furou and Chenle nodded with a roll of their eyes. 

Now, you would probably imagine said club president would arrive in some sort of carriage. Probably the same pumpkin carriage Cinderella used back in her fairytale story. You would probably expect said escort would at least show up in a white or black suit, a button up shirt and beautiful slicked back hair. You would expect an escort to say ‘my lady’ and gently hold your hand as you step into the carriage and take you away as two horses pull the carriage away to your desired destination.

At least that’s what Sungchan thought.

Of course, it’s not a usual sight to see some random guy sprint down the halls shamelessly yelling your name at the top of his lungs with anger flaring his pupils, his fluffy blond hair thrown back against the wind as he ran as fast as his legs could take him as if he was running for the Olympics. He looked exactly like that running emoji except this guy had blonde hair and was wearing a baggy hoodie over his form, some black jeans and a pair of Nike shoes to accent his whole look. 

“Y/N! WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT BEING LATE TO THE CLUB MEETINGS?!”

“That’s my signal to leave, I’ll see you guys arou-” before you could sprint the other way or finish your sentence, you felt someone grab the back of your sweater tightly to keep you from going anywhere. “I have been looking for you for the past thirty five minutes! And now you’re going to fucking run away?” Kun gave you a bittersweet smile, his eyes screaming bloody murder as you paused in fear. You gulped, looking back with a nervous toothy smile, giving your senior a small thumbs up. 

“Good afternoon, Kun, how may I help you?” you asked in the sweetest voice you could muster, sweat dripping down your forehead as you watched Kun’s stare grow even more murderous with your words. “I’m sorry for the interruption,” Kun said in a genuinely nice tone, turning to your underclassmen with an angelic smile before glaring daggers at you before tugging you back to the direction of the school theater room with all his might. You stumbled over your own feet, gripping the saddle of your bag as Kun continued to practically drag you against the floor to the theater room. 

“W-Wait, Kun! I can walk myself,” you grunted, an awkwardly nervous laugh elicited from your lips as you used one hand to grip on your bag and used the other to keep your beret to your head as Kun continued to pull you by the back of your sweater. Kun sighed heavily, grabbing your arms and pulling you up to your feet before turning you around and wrapping his fingers against your shoulder blades and began to push you to the direction he came from. “I swear, one of these days I will fling you to the theater room,” Kun grumbled under his breath as you both walked through the crowded halls filled with eyes boring into the back of your skulls. 

“Kinky,” you snickered, waving at the people you recognized as you and Kun speed walked to the theater room together. You felt him squeeze your shoulder as a type of indicator that you should keep your mouth shut before he actually flings you to the sun like a frisbee. “Shut up, you horny creature. I am not going to be provoked by your unholy perverted thoughts. This should be counted as harassment,” he hissed as you finally stopped once you opened the door to the theater room. 

“Why do you even skip practice, you’re the main lead for pete's sake,” Kun groaned, releasing his grip from your shoulders to wrap his fingers against your wrist and head to the stage where the rest of the actors had gathered around. 

“It’s about time you showed up,” Brooke snickered as Kun let you take a seat right beside her, huffing as you cupped your cheeks in your palms and propped your elbows up on your legs. “Yeah, yeah. Do kiss my ass more, would you, Brooke?” you giggled, shaking your head as Kun started talking about repainting the old props as the paints were chipping off because Angie and Renjun forgot to buy more primer for the last play you had over two weeks ago. “Y/n, please do try to not fuck anything up while we paint,” Kai joked, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“It’s in my blood to fuck things up, Kai,” you shrugged nonchalantly, a mischievous grin taking place on your lips. “Where were you off to, though? It took Kun half an hour to find you this time,” Haechan, Kai’s boyfriend, whispered from beside her in curiosity. “That’s like a new record, you had a great hiding place this time,” he gave you a supportive thumbs up, earning a smack from Kai afterwards for tolerating your irresponsible behavior. “The other side of the building,” you grinned, giving the boy an innocent peace sign. 

“That’s our lead actress right there,” Brooke shook her head profusely, chuckling softly at you.

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“Wait, Kun, since you’re in charge of the sets and props. Does that mean you aren’t in the plays?” Shotaro asked, dipping his brush in the can of pain before splattering dots on the surface of the wooden board by brushing his fingers against it to resemble stars. Shotaro was the newest member of the drama club, therefore Kun, being the president of the club, had the responsibility of guiding him a lot on what to do and what not to do. Which was a fairly simple job considering all he had to say was ‘never follow in Y/n or Ten or Kai or Angie’s footsteps and you’ll be just fine.’

Kun hummed, running a hand through his hair as he sat down in front of the younger boy with crossed legs. “I used to be in the plays but I think I like this a bit more,” Kun said with a charming smile, waving the large brush around as he helped Shotaro paint the skies. “I see,” Shotaro nodded in response, flinching when he felt your hand on his shoulder as you came barging in their conversation. “No, no, Shotaro, you got it all wrong,” you shook your head at him, earning a pout from Kun.

“Kun wanted to win the male lead and grow taller to fit the role of the prince of the stage, but alas,” you leaned over to sling your arm over your senior’s shoulders, earning a death glare from said man as he furrowed his brows and frowned at you. “Our Kun here suffered from malnutrition, therefore he stopped growing completely and now he isn’t tall enough to make it to the male lead,” you grinned, over-exaggerating your words just a tad bit as Kun raised the can of paint by the metallic handle. “I am this close to throwing this can of paint at you,” Kun deadpanned. 

Shotaro hummed, raising his brow at the two of you. “Isn’t Ten shorter than Kun, though?” Shotaro asked, his eyes wandering to the boy in question who was currently chatting up his girlfriend as they painted over their own set of props. “Yes, thank you! Finally, someone who looks at things through my eyes!” Kun groaned, grabbing Shotaro’s hand and shaking it rather vigorously in his grip. “Shotaro, you are an angel,” he complimented, causing you to frown at this. 

“Ah yes, all it takes to get on Kun’s side is to tell him that he’s taller than Mister Chittaphon. Of course,” you huffed, sitting back in between them as you placed your cheek against your fist, looking back down at the prop. “Again, this close to throwing you this can of paint,” Kun repeated with a roll of his eyes. “Don’t worry, I’ll sue you, Kun,” you sent him a cheeky grin, patting your senior’s shoulder in mock pity as he rubbed his temples in frustration, causing you and Shotaro to giggle.

You weren’t quite sure if it was obvious, but you’ve always admired Kun. You didn’t know if your feelings were in the romance department or the mentor department, but you couldn’t help but admire your lovely senior. He was at the top of his major, studying hard everyday and managing his own things while keeping the club in good shape despite the fact that he has three hooligans (consisting of you, Ten, Kai and Angie but mostly you) to handle on a daily basis. 

You knew he was an explendid cook, too. Considering he brought a whole buffet for the whole club that he cooked all by himself to celebrate the new anniversary of this club. Kun was talented and good looking, you couldn’t deny it even if you tried.(and thankfully, you don’t need to because no one ever asked about your thoughts on your handsome senior) He was caring, despite the fact that he was always yelling at your ear everyday, but nonetheless you knew he actually cared about you deep down. 

Kun was the reason why you had joined the drama club in the first place. You weren’t much of a theater kid, but you were pretty good at acting back in highschool. Just as when you promised yourself not to get involved with the art of theater, you saw Kun acting as a prince in a play at a fair your college hosted back when you were in your first year of college and you couldn’t help but sign up immediately so you could get a closer look at his acting. And as time went on, your playful nature was the reason why he was always by your side. 

You refused to think deeper about your feelings on the boy, but you knew they were crossing the line of friendship. Considering the true reason you always skipped classes was (partially to socialise and chat up your seniors and underclassmen to catch up with them) the fact that Kun would always be there to bring some entertainment into your day whenever you even attempt to skip the club meetings. Pushing aside the fact that you almost lost your life over it countless times, you didn’t mind facing the wrath of Kun everyday just to get a few laughs out. 

 Infuriating and teasing him was always a fun activity.

Quite ridiculous, you gotta agree. 

Though, you gotta admit that sometimes his words hurt. You knew he was probably joking most of the time but you couldn’t help but feel saddened sometimes whenever he would grumble on and on about how you shouldn’t have joined the club if all you’re going to do is annoy him all the time. But you didn’t let his words linger in your mind for too long and chose to focus on annoying him either way. 

“Damn, Kun. You should stop getting angry so much before your veins pop out, I don’t think any of us are mentally stable enough to call the ambulance for you,” Kai joked as she stood next to said man who was currently trying his best not to beat the living crap out of you right next to you. “Agreed. You’re old enough, Kun, you don’t need any more wrinkles than you already have, you know?” you teased, poking Kun with the wooden hand of his paint brush with a smug expression on your face. 

“This is age discrimination,” Kun mumbled under his breath after a big sigh of exhaustion, rubbing his forehead with his fingers. “Okay, I discussed this with Ten early and I figured I should have informed you too so I’m telling you now about the new story we’re going with for the next play,” Kun ran a hair through his hair, adjusting the glasses on his face as you cocked your head to the side in confusion. “Wait, what’s wrong with the story I suggested?” you furrowed your brows, offended at his sudden decision to change the story. 

Kun narrowed his eyes, brows furrowing at you as if he was trying to decipher if you were joking or not. “Are you mental?” Kun asked, crossing his arms against his chest as his eyes went wide, a smile of disbelief on his lips. “How the hell did you think a made up story between the dragon and the donkey from Shrek was ever going to be a good plot for a theatrical play?” he exclaimed in disbelief, causing you to scoff as he waved his arms around in confusion. “You just don’t know what a real beautiful story is, Qian Kun,” you scoffed, crossing your arms against your chest. 

Kun groaned, closing his eyes as he pinched the bridge of his nose to keep himself from exploding right in front of you. “I get how you want to make people around you laugh, but I don’t want this club to be the laughing stock of campus, Y/n,” he groaned, hunching his back as he massaged the space in between his eyes to try to reason with you. However, seeing the older boy in distress was like seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, you couldn’t help but get on his nerves and push on his buttons even more than you should. 

“People need some laughter, Kun. What are you planning, anyways? Some boring Romeo and Juliet type of shit? Twist it up a bit, if you don’t like the donkey and dragon trope I can give you a new one on the spot,” you waved him off before gasping loudly as an idea popped into your head like a lightbulb turning on. “What about Romeo but make it a furry Rapunzel? Romeo, Romeo! Let down your hair! Or tail, whichever works. Be original, Kun!” you nudge your friend with an encouraging wide smile. 

Kun opened his mouth to speak as his brows furrowed in confusion before closing it after a small pause. “Dear god, you’re even worse than Yangyang when he asked if he could put crocs on Louis,” he hissed, sighing heavily when he made a note to himself to never come to you for plot ideas for the play. “You should be in the Writing major instead of the fashion major, it suits you,” he commented with a sarcastic thumbs up. “Nice try, Kun. Flattery is no way to get me to change,” you winked, earning a small chuckle from Kun himself. 

“Anyways, I was talking over story inspirations with Brooke and Angie. They had some really good suggestions and we ended up choosing this movie called La La Land-” he frowned when he saw you slowly lay down against the wooden floor boards with a loud annoyed groan. “Dear God, Kun. Couldn’t you at least go with something original? My Furry Romeo concept was way better than this,” you swung an arm over your eyes as Shotaro let out a loud alarming yelp when he saw your arm almost knock over a can of blue paint over the props. 

Kun rolled his eyes once again, taking a loud exhale as he met your eyes that practically screamed ‘please don’t yell at me, it was an accident. I cry easily’. 

“As I was saying, it’s about a pianist and an actress falling in love while attempting to reconcile their aspirations for the future. It’s an enemies to lovers-ish type of story,” he ignored how you kept groaning and complaining in the middle of his words. “And I’m supposed to be playing this actress?” you asked, removing your arm from your eyes to lay it on your stomach as you turn your head to look at Kun with a raised brow. “No shit, you’re our lead actress,” Kun leaned over to smack his hand on your knee with a small chuckle. 

“You know if you still want the lead role so badly, Kun. You can take my place in this play, just this once,” you grinned, raising your index finger at him and twirling it in front of his face in circular motions as you sat up. Kun frowned, rolling his eyes as he gently pushed your finger away from his face. “No thanks, princess,” he teased, standing up after ruffling your hair with his hand to go check on the other members on their painting progress so far. “Hey, watch the beret! It’s new, you know!” you hissed before pausing when words that slipped out of Kun’s mouth had finally sunk into your brain, feeling your heart skip a beat at his soft tone.

Kun has never used nicknames or pet names on you. It was always the regular ‘dumbass’, ‘y/n’, ‘l/n, ‘the bane of my existence’ or the occasional ‘the reason why I wished murder was legal’. But it was never ‘princess’. It felt weird being called that, a good kind of weird. You didn’t know if you liked it. The sound of the pet name rolling off of his tongue did something to you and you didn’t know whether to find it ominous or exhilarating. 

“Did he just call you ‘princess’?” Brooke gaped, her jaw dropping to the floor as she ran over to your shocked state. Your eyes widened slightly at her sudden appearance, playing it off casually afterwards as you shrugged nonchalantly at her. “I think so? Why?” you asked, leaning back a bit to relax your posture as Brooke gave you a knowing smirk. “That literally has never happened before,” she grinned, sitting down beside you with a half beta-read script. “Really? Then you must’ve never watched his acting performances before,” you snickered, your mind having flashbacks to Kun’s face always flushing beet-red back when he was the male lead of the play. 

You always teased him for not being able to say ‘my love’ without being a tomato on stage during practice before he stopped auditioning for roles half way through your first year of college. “God, I missed his acting days. Back then, I would be the one making fun of him off stage,” you sighed, chuckling sinisterly when you remembered how Kun had to hop off the stage unceremoniously in his prince costumes to chase you down the school halls whenever you made fun of a certain gesture he made when rehearsing his lines with the previous lead actress. (who had graduated early to pursue a career in music,  if you recalled properly)

“Ah yes, Lunatic Prince Kun chasing down one of the well known clowns this school had ever seen. I still remembered laughing my ass off when Kun dropped his crown midway and had to hold it to his head as he ran down the halls to catch you,” Brooke snickered, shaking her head at the vivid memory, remembering how Kun had cursed out loud when he dropped the (quite expensive) fake crown onto the tiled floor of the halls. “Damn, someone should’ve taken a picture. I didn’t look bad that day considering I was wearing my latest designer shoes back then,” you pouted, putting your chin under your palm as you let out a huff of breath.

“You know,” Ten, Brooke’s boyfriend, spoke up behind the two of you as he came up to sling an arm around his girlfriend’s shoulders with a smug expression. “You and Kun have been getting a lot closer than usual. He’s picking you up for practice everyday, right?” he asked, a smirk adorning his lips as he wiggled his eyebrows at you suggestively. You snorted, waving your hand off. “The man almost ripped my sweater off because he was practically dragging me against the floor. We’re close, alright,” you nodded in agreement, patting the beret on your head afterwards.

“Sounds like Kun has some kind of crush on you to me, though,” Ten added, a mischievous smile spreading across his lips, attracting attention from another one of the club members, Angie. “Kun? We’re talking about Qian Kun, right?” she jumped into the conversation shamelessly, wrapping her arms around your neck to engulf you in a small back hug. You were taken aback by this sudden statement, gently pulling her arms away from you as you shook your head aggressively. “Where the fuck did that come from, Ten Lee?” you spluttered, a flustered expression making its way onto your face. 

Angie laughed. “Are you shitting me, right now? Kun? The Qian Kun? Having a crush? On the Y/n L/n? I knew you were on crack but I didn’t know you were that high, Lee,” she snorted, doubling over laughing at the thought of Kun having a crush on you with Brooke joining in on the ridiculous conclusion her boyfriend has come to. “Yeah, no, that’s not happening,” she shook her head at you, wiping an invisible tear from her face as Angie leaned her arm on your shoulder.

You furrowed your brows as you leaned back with an offended expression. “What’s that supposed to mean?” you exclaimed, looking at your two friends who were bawling their eyes out laughing with a confused expression. “No offense, Y/n. But with the reputation you and Kun have the past two years and people occasionally shipping the two of you for your chaotic interactions, once they truly walk into this theater, thoughts on you being a couple would be thrown out of the window without any hesitation,” Brooke shook her head, giggling behind the back of her hand. 

“Don’t get us wrong. I personally think you two would be cute together once you stop getting at each other’s throats. But right now? I think Kun is more interested in his own toenails than you,” Angie jokes, slinging an arm around your shoulder. “The other day, the man was about to throw a bag out of the window at you when he spotted you running away from the third floor,” she added, wheezing out afterwards as she and Brooke continued to giggle. “She isn’t wrong, perse,” Brooke shrugged.

You couldn’t help but shrug in defeat, a small laugh eliciting from your lips afterwards. “I guess you’re kind of right.”

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You didn’t know what’s wrong with you lately but you couldn’t get Brooke and Angie’s words out of your head since last week’s practice for some odd reason. You would find yourself thinking them over as you were embroidering on one of your clothes for a school project that was due in a couple of days, your brows furrowing as you got lost in your own thoughts as you sat next to your classmate in the fashion department room.

What the hell did they even mean by ‘Kun was more interested in his own toenails than you’? Clearly he’s more interested in you than you would think considering he always picked you up everyday after your morning classes are over for the afternoon club meetings. They clearly don’t know what they’re talking about. Just because you’re always facing the wrath of Qian Kun doesn’t mean he despised you, right? He knows you just like to joke around and push on his buttons, you overheard him laughing it off and calling your silly antics ‘amusing’ once when you were passing by his side of the building.

You cursed incoherently when the needle you were using suddenly broke in half from how hard you were gripping it, grumbling as you realised you have to continue with a new one. You tied the string into a knot against the fabric, cutting the string off as you stood up to walk over to the trash can near the entrance door to throw away the broken needle. A sharp click of the door caught your attention, figuring that it was probably your professor, you turned around only to face none other than Qian Kun, the man of the hour.

“Kun?” 

Kun looked up from his papers, his doe eyes gazing up at you before widening slightly. “Oh, Y/n, hey,” he gave you a kind smile, removing one of his hands from his papers to give you a small wave. “What are you doing here? Have you finally decided to accept my offer of throwing away all of your clothes in exchange for my masterpieces?” you couldn’t help but tease, raising your brow at him as you placed the back of your hand on your hips, inevitably causing the older boy to frown.

“One day I’m going to really fling you to the sun,” he deadpanned, eliciting a small giggle from you. “Sure thing, old man. For real, though, what are you doing here? Came to see your favorite underclassman?” you wiggled your brows, laying your fingers on your chest jokingly as Kun rolled his eyes with a small chuckle. “As a matter of fact, I did come here to see my favorite underclassman,” he nodded, a genuine smile settling upon his facial features as he waved the back of his papers in front of your face. 

Taken aback, you waved him off with a hand, laughing lightly as you felt your heart increasing it’s pace. “Stop, I feel honored to be the infamous Qian Kun’s favorite underclassman. I always knew deep down you liked me-,” you avoided his eyes, chuckling nervously at his word before you were suddenly cut off by one of your classmates who called out Kun’s name behind you from the other side of the room. “There he is! My favorite underclassman,” Kun raised a hand to wave at the boy who called out his name with a smile. 

You furrowed your brows, turning around to see the charming Jung Jaehyun jogging up to the two of you with a smile on his face. “Hey hyung,” Jaehyun greeted giving Kun the typical weird bro-hug the male college students in your school often did. “Hey, y/n,” Jaehyun greeted, giving you a polite smile and a small bow despite the fact that you were bugging him a couple minutes ago while he was finishing a new sketch while calling with his friend, Doyoung, who was in the culinary department. 

“Hey Jaehyun,” you eyed the boy suspiciously. “Jaehyun’s your favorite underclassman? And all this time I thought you and I had something, ‘hyung’,” you mocked the same tone Jaehyun used, crossing your arms against your chest as you huffed, eliciting a few laughs from the two boys. “I’m sorry that you’re too delusional,” Kun grinned mischievously with a wave of his papers, patting your head with the small stack of papers in his hand before walking off with Jaehyun to the desk he was using.

You gave him the stink eye, earning the finger from Kun, himself. Scoffing as you walked back to your desk where your friend,Abhie, was making no effort to hide the fact that she was laughing at your little misunderstanding. “Stop laughing, it’s embarrassing enough as it is,” you huffed, sitting down on your chair with a sour expression as you reached over the desk to grab a new needle to use to finish the design on your old shirt. “Let me take in on how embarrassing that was first,” she laughed, watching as you try your best to cover your flustered expression. 

“Kun and Jaehyun have been spending time with each other a lot more than usual, don’t you think?” you asked as you grabbed a new embroidery thread from the bundle in front of you, measuring the thread as you unwind the bundle. “They’re in different majors but they look quite busy, I don’t think Jaehyun’s even in the drama club. I’m pretty sure he has to deal with his own writing club so I’m sure he isn’t joining the drama club,” you analysed under your breath, your brows furrowing in concentration.

“Guess someone got sad that her senior didn’t see her as their number one underclassman,” Abhie raised her brow, crossing her arms over her chest as she placed her finished embroidery on the table you were both sharing. “What are you talking about? I may not be his favorite underclassmen, but I know I’m definitely his number one,” you lied, huffing dramatically to make your friend laugh even more. You knew very well that you’re definitely not Kun’s number one, but seeing your friend laugh was amusing. And you felt the urge to push on Kun’s buttons as payback for deceiving you. (sort of)

Abhie scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Believe what you want,” she laughed, an amused smile taking over both of your faces as you stood back up and placed your needle back on the table beside your embroidery hoop. “Observe,” you snickered, turning around to walk towards said senior with a loud call of his name, ignoring how most of your classmates instantly gave you death glares from every corner of the room for disrupting the quiet atmosphere you all had developed over the past couple of hours. 

“Kun! Qian Kun!” you exclaimed, jogging up to him as he continued his talk with Jaehyun. 

“I sense an incoming dissatisfaction,” Kun deadpan, sighing heavily as he felt your presence grew closer with every step, causing Jaehyun to snicker at the older’s half annoyed and half embarrassed expression. “Who’s cuter? Me or Jaehyun?” you asked, putting an arm over his shoulder and tugging him towards you. “Jaehyun,” he stated almost immediately with a monotone, his gaze never tearing away from the papers in his hands.

You frowned, causing Jaehyun to laugh even more than he already has. “You didn’t even hesitate to think,” you frowned, retracting your hand to put your hands on your hips as you narrowed your eyes at your senior. “Didn’t need to,” Kun grinned sinisterly, shooting you a small glance before looking back down at his papers with a poker face. “Ouch, my heart hurts now,” you winced dramatically, laying a hand on your heart as you took a step back and swung the back of your free hand against your forehead. 

“My heart’s been broken so many times-”

“Don’t you have your embroidery assignment to finish?” Jaehyun asked, an amused smile on his face as Kun gave you a perplexed expression, his brows furrowed and his mouth gaped open as he tried to find the words to speak. “Oh shit, right, nevermind,” you lowered your hand with wide eyes, closing your mouth shut at the reminder. “I’ll see the two of you later,” you waved, waddling back to your desk when you remembered that you had two days left to finish said assignment and you were barely halfway done. 

“As you should!” Kun exclaimed.

“So?” Abhie raised her brow at you with a small hum. “I’m definitely his number one,” you popped up, giving her an enthusiastic thumbs up and a wide smile. “I am not believing that,” she giggled, shaking her head as you scoffed and went back to finishing your design on your shirt. “Why do you and Kun fight 24/7, though? I swear, you two are infamous for arguing on a daily basis. You’re not even in the same year or major, it’s hilarious,” Abhie laughed in disbelief, running a hand through her long hair. 

“Tough love,” you exclaimed with another enthusiastic thumbs up. “Unrequited tough love,” she added with a soft snort, causing you to laugh as well. “He’ll learn to love me soon enough, just you wait,” you waved her off, sticking your tongue out as you tried to slip the thread into the tiny hole in your needle. 

-

“What if we do a musical for the next play?”

“Kun, stop flexing. We know you just want to sing.”

Kun frowned upon the sound of your voice, turning his head to glare at you as you laid down on the wooden floorboards of the stage. “I swear, if violence weren't against my morals, I would’ve kicked her to the moon. God give me strength, I don’t have enough cash for bail money,” Kun groaned, rubbing his hands against his face in distress as you and a few other club members laugh at his reaction. “I admire the amount of patience God has given you, Kun,” Gwen patted his back sympathetically. 

“Gender equality at it’s finest,” you cheered, raising your hands up enthusiastically before they flopped down almost painfully against the floor of the stage. Kun rolled his eyes, walking over to the other side of the room to discuss the play with the other members of the club. “You really like Kun, huh?” Brooke raised her brow at you, wiggling them afterwards when you met her eyes with an enthusiastic nod. “Of course, I do! He’s my senior after all,” you sat up, stretching your arms over your head with a yawn.

“The smile on your face makes your words seem so passive aggressive,” Kai chuckled, shaking her head profusely. “Oh hush, it may seem like I’m pushing his buttons on purpose but I actually really admire Kun. He’s the reason why I got into this club in the first place,” you exclaimed with a genuine smile, turning your head to watch the older boy flip through the script with Ten and Renjun from the other side of the theater room. “Wait, what?” Kai’s eyes widened at your sudden statement. 

“Yeah, I actually got into this club because of Kun! I remember it like it was yesterday, I was just walking around campus and I passed by the theater. He was practicing for a play and I was like ‘damn, mans got skills.’ And at one point he gave me a flyer to join this club and encouraged me to join, which is why I’m here now,” you explained, shrugging casually as you leaned back against your hands behind you with a soft smile. “And if it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have met you guys,” you added on. 

“Cool, but I was asking about the part when you said you weren’t pushing his buttons on purpose,” Kai chuckled, earning a soft smack to the arm from you as Brooke let out a loud laugh in response. “Same, same. I can’t believe you’re not annoying him on purpose, I mean, I’m not complaining. It creates more romantic tension that I could use for my literature essays,” she shrugged, slinging her arm over your shoulder with an enthusiastic grin. “Of course I’m annoying him on purpose,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m not that big of an airhead, you know,” you scoffed as you pushed Brooke’s arm off of your shoulders.

“You know, there’s a chance that Kun would replace Ten in the play this time?” Haechan asked, plopping himself down beside his girlfriend while chewing a mouthful of bread. “Excuse me?” your eyes widened, straightening your back up as you and the girls lean over to hear Haechan more clearly. “Ten got an opportunity to go to an Art Gallery in Busan, he’s not sure if he’s going though but if he does, he can’t be back in time for next month’s play,” Haechan informed, pulling out a cupcake from his bag and handing it to Kai. 

Brooke’s eyes lit up at this. “Oh yeah, he told me about that! It’s a great opportunity for Ten, I doubt he’s going to deny the offer for some play,” Brooke chuckled, shaking her head at her own boyfriend. “So, you’re telling me that there’s a chance I’ll be doing the play with Kun?” you asked, eyes wide as a wide smile spread across your face. “Oh god, I’ve never actually acted in a play with Kun before. He stopped acting by the time I joined the club,” you exclaimed excitedly, your hands balled up into balls at the thought of acting side by side with your senior on stage. 

“More opportunities for you to bully our Kun,” Kai giggled, nudging your sides with her elbow as you nodded eagerly. “That too!” you agreed with an enthusiastic nod, raising your hands up in the air at the thought of finally seeing Kun act on stage once again. “Honestly, I thought I’d see myself on Mars sooner than seeing myself and Kun on the stage together performing,” you scratched the back of your neck with a nervous chuckle as Kun began walking over with stacks of paper in his hands. 

“Here’s your script for the next play, rehearsals are going to start tomorrow so y/n,” Kun gave you a knowing look, eyes boring holes into your head as you gave him an innocent smile and a peace sign as you take the paper away from his hand, your fingertips grazing his own. “Don’t be late,” he sighed heavily, smacking the stack of papers on the top of your head softly before distributing the actors their own scripts. 

You purse your lips, rolling your eyes. “‘Don’t be late’,” you mocked his tone, shaking your head at the elder. “As if you don’t pick me up every morning class before I even have the chance to be late,” you mumbled under your breath, earning a smack upside the back of your head from your friends, letting out a yelp in response. “What was that for?” you rubbed the spot where your friend hit, turning your head around to see Furou with a cocky grin. “Come on, we actually have a pretty strict deadline this time,” Furou sat beside you, patting your back. 

“They say the school is holding some sort of event next month and Kun’s taking this pretty seriously considering the money we earn from this play will be donated to charity,” Furou explained, kicking her feet as she looked around the theater. “So you’re going to be dragged around Kun a lot during rehearsals,” Furou chuckled, giving you a look of mock sympathy, causing you to groan loudly and lay back down on the wooden floor of the stage. 

“Oh well, at least I get to see our lord and savior, Qian Kun, act on stage again,” you gave her a sarcastic thumbs up, smiling at her as you turned your head around to look at the boy in question who was furrowing his brows as he read over Kai’s script with an intense expression, a hand pushing back a part of his dyed hair that was covering part of his eyes, his parted lips mouthing the words printed on the paper. 

Your friend chuckled at how intently you were staring at the older boy, shaking her head profusely. “Does this mean you’re going to stop being annoying momentarily?”

“Keep dreaming.”

-

“As you may have heard from our precious club members, I will be replacing Ten as your supposed love interest on stage,” Kun said, popping out of nowhere as he pulled the chair in front of you to sit right across the table. You furrowed your brows, “are you stalking me?” you frowned, looking up from your phone as you carefully sipped your beverage. You swore that this man was psychic, he can sense where you are whenever and wherever and it was almost not funny. 

Kun rolled his eyes at you, crossing his arms against his chest as he let out a heavy sigh. “We have practice in two hours, I just happened to be in the library the same time as you do. Except I don’t come here for free coffee and free wifi,” he smacked his bag filled with a stack of books on accounting right on the table with a click of his tongue, taking you by surprise at the sudden sound. “I figured we could chat for a bit and walk to the theater room together since you’re oh-so-busy,” he grinned cheekily, causing you to roll your eyes. 

“Excuse you, you’re not my babysitter. I can go to the theater room myself, thank you very much,” you huffed, frowning deeply at the unusual sight of his cheeky grin. You couldn’t help but admire how his eyes crinkled slightly as his lips stretched across his face, thus revealing his cute dimples that made you suppress the urge to poke them. Kun’s smile always had that weird effect on you and you didn’t know why. And you didn’t know if you liked it either. 

Which was probably the main reasons why you liked pissing him off all the damn time. 

“Sure, as if I don’t have to run like Sonic the Hedgehog all around campus to ensure that you’re not skipping,” Kun chuckled, shaking his head at you in amusement. “I’m just helping you, Kun. You always go on and on about losing weight even though you’re literally one of the fittest guys I’ve seen on campus. I’m helping you by making you exercise by disappearing every five seconds,” you went on dramatically, waving your hand around in circular motions as you spoke, sipping your drink with your free hand. 

“You never fail to blow me away with your weird respon- did you just call me hot?” he raised his brows when he took a small pause at your words, causing you to stop sipping your cup. You paused, your eyes grew wide as they scattered to look everywhere but him, replaying your words in your head to figure out where he got that idea from. “I just called you fit, there’s a difference,” you slowly pulled your drink away from your mouth, trying to appear as casual as you could. 

‘Keep calm, Y/n. Qian Kun can sense your fear.’ as you would often say.

“So you’re basically saying I look good?” Kun cocks his head to the side, a smirk playing on his lips as he raised his brow at you, taking you aback at his sudden cockyness. You paused, gulping as you stared into his eyes for a brief moment, sipping your drink loudly as you desperately tried to think of a good comeback. “What did you say our next play was about?” you spluttered, coughing when your voice cracked, putting a hand on your throat out of habit as you looked down at your feet. 

Kun chuckled, looking down at his own hands when you changed the topic. “Since we did La La Land for the last play, I figured we’d do something old timey. A classic. Brooke and Xingyi managed to come up with a few plots and we came up with this story of a princess having a secret affair with her musketeer bodyguard,” Kun explained, choosing to let your words slide momentarily as you revert back to your casual self. “Oh god, Brooke and Xingyi came up with the plot?” you groaned, putting a hand on your face as you rubbed your forehead. 

“Don’t tell me. It’s going to end in despair, isn’t it? Dammit, they know full well I despise getting all emotional on stage, I swear, they’re doing this on purpose,” you grumbled under your breath, plopping your now empty cup on the table with a scowl on your lips as Kun let out an amused laugh. “Oh shut up, they’re taking this chance to see me cry too, you know,” he raised his brow at you, leaning back and relaxing against his chair. You paused, taking his words in before clicking your tongue.

“You’re going to cry on stage?” you blurted out, your eyes going wide at the thought of seeing your senior cry in front of hundreds of people. “Can I rent a camera crew to take HD pictures of you in tears in front of me? I think that would be one hell of a sexy cinematic piece to go with my photography portfolio,” you asked, wiggling your eyebrows at the older boy with a teasing smile on your face. 

Kun chuckled, tutting as he waved his finger at you rather sassily. “Look who’s being a stalker now?”

You leaned back, a frown settling upon your lips at his words as you huffed at him. “I’m doing this for humor purposes, it’s for the good of the world. And my own amusement, of course. Don’t you think a lovely picture of our dear president bawling his eyes out on stage would be a perfect decoration for our stage?” you asked, putting your hand up in the air as if you were caressing an invisible wall. Kun pressed his lips together to stifle a laugh, a hand on his chin and his fingers covering his lips. 

“I think I’ll have to reconsider changing the plot to whatever donkey dragon furry type of fanfiction you came up with in your head back when we were doing La La Land.”

-

“You know, I thought you were gay,” you mumbled, drawing circles on the smooth surface of the piano as you continued to listen to Kun practice on the piano the music department had been using to practice for their own music show for the event. Kun let out a soft chuckle, “is this about the Jaehyun question you asked a couple of weeks ago?” he asked with a staggering breath, flipping through his music sheets as you continued to hum in confirmation. 

Nothing had changed after Ten left for his trip to Busan. Other than the fact that Kun has been rehearsing his lines with you 24/7 considering you were his partner on stage after all. Though, he wouldn’t be as aggressive and you don’t have to sacrifice your perfectly good sweaters getting ruined as these days his ‘aggressive dragging by the back of whatever top you were wearing on that day’ technique had morphed into ‘pulling you by the wrist like a rag doll’ with a script in his hand.

You could see from a mile away that Kun was more than excited to finally be on stage again. And you couldn’t help but let a smile stretch across your lips whenever you sat beside him when you were reciting your lines together, watching the passion glimmer in his eyes as his face contorted with emotions as words spewed out of his mouth like a song bird chirping on a tree branch on a bright morning. 

Kun had called you over after your class to try on the costumes that just arrived and to check on any imperfections and minor details. You were always his go-to fashion kid whenever he needs help with anything that involves fabric and accessories. The moment you opened the door, you were immediately greeted with melodious piano music and a rather handsome senior behind said piano with his brows furrowed in concentration. It was a rare sight to see for you.

“You said I needed to try on some outfits and inspect the costumes?” you put a hand on your hip, walking around the stage as Kun closed the piano lid while he got up on his feet. “As always,” Kun rolled his eyes, grabbing the saddle of his bag and slinging it over his shoulder as he walked over to you. “I told the others to place the costumes near the changing room, come on,” Kun placed a hand on your shoulder as you walked side by side to the changing room, his sudden touch sending shivers down your spine. 

“You okay?” Kun asked all of a sudden, pausing in your steps. 

You hummed, looking up at him in surprise, your eyes going wide. “You just shivered, is the ac too cold or something?” Kun asked, retracting his hand to slip it in his pocket as he looked around the theater room, extending his other hand to feel the cold atmosphere. “Yeah, I’m kind of chilly, I guess,” you mumbled with a slight nod, rubbing your arms to cover up your lie. You weren’t going to lie, you kind of liked the comforting way his hand felt on your skin. 

“I’ll be fine, Kun. Let’s just go back to what we’re doing,” you scurried off to the changing rooms, spotting the opened box filled with plastic wrapped costumes and their props. Trying to shake the thought of holding Kun’s hand in yours out of your mind as you sat down on the wooden floor and began opening a few of the costumes to examine the details to look for odd spots or ripped fabric, hearing Kun’s footsteps catching up to you a few seconds later. 

After a while of sitting side by side, focused on spotting any minor mistakes with the stitching and the quality of the costumes, it was finally time for you to test your own individual costumes. “So, which one do you think I should try first? The pretty princess gown or the Belle from Beauty and The Beast before she developed Stockholm syndrome?” you asked, nodding your head at the two dresses hanging by their clothing hangers in each of your hands. Kun laughed lightly at your small joke as you turned to the mirror, humming as you furrowed your brows.

“Try the peasant one first, the fabric looks pretty low quality compared to the dress,” Kun hummed, pointing at the brown dress in your left hand. You huffed, rolling your eyes as you placed the princess dress on the empty space on the chair beside Kun. “No shit, it is a peasant dress after all. Look at those improper cross stitches, they could’ve done a better ladder stitch on the waist,” you mumbled to yourself as you walked into the changing room and began to change into your new costume. 

“This dress is kind of tight, though,” you commented as you tugged on the ribbon around your waist with one hand and unlocked the door with the other, seeing an unbothered Kun looking through his phone with his brows furrowed. “What do you think? See anything wrong with it?” you did a slow 360 twirl in front of him, tugging the edge of the dress down when you spotted a few wrinkles. “Could use some ironing,” Kun joked, putting a hand on his chin as he looked up at you admiring yourself at the mirror nearby.

“It’s a peasant dress, Kun. They purposely didn’t iron this to fit the aesthetic,” you turned around to your senior with your hands on your hips before outstretching your hand for Kun to give you your princess dress. “Princess dress, please! This is the one I’ve been looking forward to the most,” you grinned, causing Kun to chuckle as he grabbed the clothing hanger with the dress clinging onto it beside him and handing it to you. “Thank you, old man,” you snickered as you hopped in the dressing room again, dismissing the loud offended ‘hey!’ Kun had let out behind you.

Once you walked out of the dressing room, you were tugging on the gloves you were supposed to wear, adjusting the fake plastic tiara on your head. “Okay, Kun, round two. How do I look?” you asked, patting your sparkly dress to remove any dust sticking to the fabric. Kun looked up from the costume he was examining himself with unbothered eyes, which grew wide slightly at the sight before him. 

To say you were astonishing to his eyes was nothing but an understatement. The way the dress defined the shape of your body, the way the crown had accented your face, the way the gloves covering your hands made you look so elegant and delicate. His heart raced as he watched you scratch your hair while examining yourself in the mirror to look for any rips in between the fabric and the designs. He had to keep himself from letting his jaw drop to the floor as his eyes scanned you from the cute little hello kitty socks you were wearing to the beautiful red crown placed on your head. 

“Are you smiling at me, Qian Kun?” 

He blinked, his eyes lowering down from your crown to your eyes, gulping silently as he realised you had caught him checking you out. He kissed his teeth nervously, leaning back against the chair as he looked down at his hands. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mumbled under his breath, shaking his head abruptly as he felt you take a few steps closer towards him with a smug expression on your face. 

“You think I look good, don’t you?” you pointed an accusatory finger at the boy, who shook his head vigorously at you. “I was looking at the realistic tiara,” Kun coughed, clearing his throat as he stood up suddenly, taking you aback by how close the proximity between the two of you have become once he got to his feet. He resisted the urge to boop your nose as his hands went up to gently lift the tiara from your head, careful to not get any of your hair as he examined it in front of you with a sheepish smile. 

‘God, what am I even doing?’ Kun thought to himself as he used his superb acting skills and squinted his eyes at the tiara in between his fingertips. Though, his attempt to cover up the fact that he was internally flustered was futile for your next words had thrown him into a state of shock for a few seconds. “You know you have a pretty smile,” you commented, your eyes boring into his casually as you watched Kun examine the tiara with a small smile. 

His eyes grew wide at you, his body froze as his smile became crooked at the sound of your words escaping your lips. “Excuse me?” he said after a pregnant pause, your words echoing in the back of his skull over and over again like a broken record player, sending jolts of electricity into his own heart. “You have a very pretty prince smile,” you couldn’t help but reach up and poke the dimples protruding from his cheeks with your gloved finger, grinning mischievously when you saw how Kun’s nervous expression melted into one filled with embarrassment. 

“Thanks,” he muttered, gulping as he plucked up the courage to carefully place your tiara on top of your head again, his fingers caressing your hair slightly. You felt your heart raced as he gently placed the tiara back where it was as if he was crowning you princess himself. “You should smile more,” you mumbled, feeling yourself grow sheepish as Kun’s hands carefully pulled away from you. “Yeah?” he hummed back, almost inaudibly as he looked down at your feet with a soft smile on his face. 

“Can you smile more so you don’t exactly look like a body that just got pulled out of the river?” 

Kun’s head shot up in alarm at your words, all of the bashful and giddy feeling bubbling up in his stomach evaporated instantly as he could feel his vein pop under his skin. Watching as your own flustered expression morphed into a smug one, adjusting your tiara with your gloved hand as you broke the intimate aura that had crawled its way between you two merely seconds ago. 

“Just when I thought you were going to say something normal for once.” 

-

“Oh, five minutes late! That’s the earliest you’ve ever been,” Lin exclaimed, putting the back of her hands on her hips as she watched Kun drag you across the floor into the theater room by the wrist as if he was dragging a body from the fiery pits of the underworld. “I wasn’t fast enough,” you groaned, standing up straight as your back was starting to hurt from your terrible posture. “You are not the Lightning McQueen you think you are, y/n,” Lin chuckled, shaking her head at you as Kun shut the door behind you and released his hold on your wrist. 

“Exactly my thoughts,” Kun nodded in agreement, giving you an amused smile. “I like to believe I’m Sonic the Hedgehog or the Flash, but you do you,” you huffed, crossing your arms against your chest as you walked over to the other members of the club, who were all currently helping the others with their costume as you were all finally starting rehearsals considering the play was  in less than two months. 

“She’s coming in earlier than usual. Usually it would take you about fifteen minutes to half an hour to find her and another ten minutes to drag her here,” Lin commented, taking a step closer to Kun as she examined your figure socializing with the other club members, who were looking at you as if you had grown two heads. (no one could blame them for being shocked to see you on time, usually you would take centuries to get to the theater) 

The boy beside her hummed as he shrugged. His hands dug through his bag for his phone and his script, oblivious to the smug expression Lin was giving beside him. “Mostly because we meet up before rehearsals start in the library to go over our lines,” Kun shrugged, pulling out the crumpled stapled papers from his bag pockets. “We might as well normalize seeing her arrive on time now,” he chuckled, flipping through the pages as he read through the sentences he highlighted a couple of weeks ago. 

Lin raised her brow suspiciously, crossing her arms as Doyoung walked up to Kun with a confused expression. “Did something finally happen between you and y/n?” he asked, putting a hand on his chin as he stood in between Lin and Kun, squinting his eyes at you as he and the girl watched you revise your lines with your brows furrowed with the other members of the club. A tiara was placed on your head as you helped your fellow actors with their lines, your free hand making grand motions as you read your lines aloud. 

Kun furrowed his brows at Doyoung’s statement. “What do you mean ‘finally’?” he asked with an incredulous expression, his head shooting up from his papers as he furrowed his brows at his friend. “I don’t know, there’s something suspicious with you and her arriving together. There’s something even more suspicious with the fact that you’re both arriving on time!” Doyoung exclaimed, crossing his arms against his chest, narrowing his eyes at his friend who gave him a confused expression. 

“Apparently they’ve been having library dates everyday before rehearsals so they’re only a teensy bit late now,” Lin informed, a mischievous grin spreading across her face, causing Kun’s frown to deepen even more. “They’re not library dates, we’re just discussing and reading over our lines together,” Kun retorted, feeling his heart race in his chest at the thought of being on a date with you. He felt flustered at the mere thought of hanging out together as more than friends, but yet again, your little meetups felt more than just a casual hang out. 

Though he was probably overthinking it again.

“Oh, so it’s definitely a date,” Doyoung confirmed. 

“Agreed,” Lin nodded with a hum. 

“It’s not, I’m just there to keep her from escaping campus before rehearsals start. I mean, we are having our big assignments coming up so I guess she doesn’t have that many people to talk to as a reason to ditch practice. “They’re just friendly meet-ups. How can it be a date if all she does is infuriate me and make my college life a living hell even more than Yangyang has. And that’s saying something considering I live in the same dorm,” Kun rambled on, his hands moving around and making dramatic gestures as words of complaint continued to spill out of his mouth like a leaking tap.

“Yet that doesn’t stop you from having a crush on her for the past two years, does it?” Doyoung smirked, raising his brow at his friend who had stopped talking upon hearing his question. Lin giggled, pressing the back of her hand against her mouth as Kun’s expression became flustered. You could practically hear ‘kun.exe.hasstoppedworking’ from the boy’s thick skull as Kun froze in place, trying to come up with some random reason to deny his friend’s words.

Alas, Kun was not much of a liar. 

“Yeah,” Kun chuckled, looking down as he flushed, a giggly smile spreading across his features as his gaze shot up from his shoes to you. Okay, maybe he wasn’t much of a big liar but he was too whipped to deny it. 

The soft, innocent smile on your face as you made a few of the club members laugh with your witty jokes and silly antics, watching them cackle and hold their stomachs to contain their laughter. That was Kun’s favorite smile. “It doesn’t,” Kun sighed rather dreamily, relaxing his figure as he leaned his head to the side to get a better look of your smile.

Truth be told, it really was no secret. Literally everyone in the club knew about Kun’s obvious crush on you ever since he ‘retired’ from being the male lead. Ever since the day he met you when you were just in your first year, looking for new friends and new hobbies to do. Ever since the first day he saw you audition for the main role back when the drama club was doing ‘Romeo and Juliet’ for the annual event your campus always hosts. 

Watching you act on stage as part of the audience made Kun feel as if he was looking up at a sky scattered with stars. The way your personality completely morphs into the character you were portraying and the way you conveyed whatever message your character was trying to send out to the audience had made you find your way into his heart throughout all these years. The way your beauty sparkled under the lights, the way your expressions captured his heart on stage. The way your voice sends butterflies into his stomach as if you were ordering them to fetch his heart like an ominous siren. 

He didn’t mind being teased by you every single day if it meant that he was getting your attention, he didn’t mind dragging you to the theater room everyday if it meant he got to get close to you. He didn’t mind being the target of your jokes if it meant that you two could get a tiny bit of interaction during practice, despite the fact that you two get nothing done together if so. After all, those were the original reasons why his liking for you grew ever so stronger. It was almost laughable.

Hell, it was making him crazy.

“KUN! Y/N IS RUNNING AWAY AGAIN!”

“DAMMIT, Y/N.”

Quite literally.

-

“Oh, how I longed to be in your arms after all these years, Abdul!” you cried out, clutching the dress with both of your hands as Kun wiped the invisible sweat off of his brow, dropping the sword he was clutching to the wooden floor of the stage as a look of despair stretched across your face. 

You only had less than three weeks left of rehearsal, therefore, everyone had to be focused. You had been practicing for the past two hours now without breaks, your throat was sore from delivering lines and dehydration. One of the air conditioners wasn’t working very well this morning and maintenance was coming the next morning, leaving you and the rest of the club members under scorching heat. It was the middle of June, after all. And the god forsaken dress you were wearing was no help whatsoever.

“Princess Putri, my love, my little songbird! Oh how all of these years of holding myself back, all these years of fighting and hoping to reunite with thou,” Kun recited, his face scrunched up as if he had really been fighting a dozen of thieves to protect the princess. The expression on your face did nothing to show how awed you are at the sight of Kun’s acting. It’s been so long since you’ve seen Kun shine on stage again and quite frankly, you missed it. 

You were seeing Kun’s superb acting performance right in front of you. He wasn’t even taking this as seriously as he should in the actual performance. You couldn’t imagine how magnificent his aura would be once the lights shine down upon him on stage once the day arrives. And you couldn’t help but admit that you couldn’t wait. 

Though as much as you would stand on the stage to admire your senior’s acting performance, you were on the brink of being one with the sun itself. You watched with a sorrowful expression as Kun walked over to you, his boots making soft noises with every step he took, his hand on his chest as he came closer to you. You smiled slowly, focusing on staying in character as Kun recited the words written on your scripts.

Reciting the words as he perfectly brought the message his character, Abdul, was conveying to your character, Princess Putri, to life. It was like music to your ears. 

You and Kun were standing in front of each other now, proximities close as the room grew dim save for the two stage lights shining down upon the two of you. The theater was almost as silent as a mouse except for the soft piano music Chenle was playing below the stage. The atmosphere felt seren, it made you feel as if it was just the two of you on stage, stuck in your own little world. 

Eyes gazing into each other, your hands placed gently against his chest. Your fingers fiddling with the tassels on his shoulders, his hands coming around you only to land on your hips as he pulled your body towards his own, his face oh-so-close to your own. “May I indulge in the feeling of finally having your lips pressed on mine, my love?” Kun whispered, his soft voice booming across the speaker, half lidded eyes gazing down your lips before glancing back up to your eyes. 

With glossy eyes, you looked up at him, sniffling into the mic softly before slowly nodding. A sad smile stretched across both of your lips as Kun leaned his head towards your face and leaned it to the side, thus covering both of your faces with his hat, giving the audience the illusion of the characters actually kissing. Upon hearing the club members clap for you, a few whistles from all around the theater room as the lights finally turned back on, you pulled away, making sure to add distance in between the two of you as you coughed awkwardly. 

You couldn’t even stop your heart from beating so loudly in your ears as you clasped your hands behind your back, squeezing your hand into tight fists to calm yourself down. You’d like to think that it was the heat affecting you but you knew very well that there was no point in lying to yourself considering Kun was also avoiding your eyes for a brief moment. For a short moment, you couldn’t get the thought of Kun’s face being so close to yours out of your head. You couldn’t get the feeling of your heart which was on the brink of bursting out of your chest.

This never happened whenever you were acting with Ten on stage before, or any of your partners. It was odd to say the least. But your thoughts were cut short when your co-director spoke up to break the tension in the whole theater room. 

“As expected of the president and our star,” Doyoung clapped unceremoniously, looking down at the clipboard he was holding in his arms as he flipped through the pages. “Okay, so, the play is in less than three weeks. We just need to adjust a few things then we’re good to go,” he announced with a loud clap, putting the clipboard in between his arms. “You all did good, we’re going to cut rehearsals short today, you all deserve it!” he added with a wide smile, earning enthusiastic cheers from the people around you. 

You let out an exasperated groan, rubbing your face with your hands as you internally thank the gods that you decided to use your waterproof make up set today. “Dear god, I am literally being roasted alive,” you groaned, wiping the sweat off of your brows as you pulled the tiara off of your head and placed it on the props where the rest of the other crowns were being placed. Kun walked to your side, pulling his hat off of his head, being careful as to not get the feather on it. “I could tell how much you were practically dying out there,” he chuckled as you both made your way backstage. 

“Why are our costumes so damn hot, too? The fabric is literally acting as an aluminum foil for baking us alive, the maintenance better be here before we arrive tomorrow or else I’m going to fling myself to the sun,” you tugged the bow off of your collar, fanning yourself with your hand as Kun pulled his gloves off of his hands. “Don’t worry, I’ll always be here to help you fling yourself to the sun,” Kun joked, running his hand through his hair to mess it up a bit. 

“That’s so romantic of you, Kun.” You placed your hands on your hips, grinning mischievously at him. “Nice try, you’re never going to get rid of me until you graduate,” you stuck your tongue out teasingly at him, walking over to your bag filled with your clothes and heading off to the changing room. 

As soon as you left your stall, you were immediately pulled by your friends into a group huddle. “Dude, you were amazing out there. God I can’t wait until the big day comes,” Kai exclaimed, slinging her arm around yours as you watched Angie grab your costume out of your arms and placed it in your opened locker. “Agreed, the chemistry between you and Kun are just-,” Gwen gave a chef’s kiss with her fingers at the end of her sentence as she walked beside her. 

You smiled, laughing lightly. “Thanks! Damn, I wish I was one of the audience. It’s been a while since I actually watched a play and not act in it,” you hummed, slinging your free arm around Ren’s shoulders. “Oh my god, I remembered seeing you in the audience two years ago. Look at you now, acting on stage with Qian Kun!” your friend exclaimed, putting her free arm in the air to emphasize her words. 

“More like ‘being the reason why Kun is taking anger management classes’,” Angie snickered, earning a pout from you as you huffed at her. “As he should,” you joked, shaking your head profusely before they began to speak up again. “Are you sure you aren’t into Kun? That scene looked pretty intense and I’m 100% sure the theater hasn’t been this intense since that day you tripped over a can of paint and fell off the stage,” she added with a raise of her brow, her lips quirking up into a small grin. 

You grimaced at the embarrassing memory of tripping over a few cans of pain, thus falling off of the stage and twisting your ankle. You remembered how Kun had to carry you with a disappointing shake of his head to the nurse’s office. However, thanks to your shamelessly bubbly personality, the tension in the atmosphere was cut like a knife when you patted Kun’s back with one arm and raised your uninjured leg up the air, pointing your free hand to the entrance as you yelled “onwards, donkey!”

“I remembered that! Did you really have to call Kun ‘slower than a snail who didn’t study their Math test because they overslept’? We could’ve lost another club member, you know? And what if Kun goes to jail for attempted murder? We’re all too broke to bail him out.  Who am I going to ask Yangyang to sneak into their room for pictures of their elegant notes to?” Kai smacked your arm with her own, a joking frown on her lips as you let out an amused laugh. “Chill out, you’re never going to get rid of me,” you waved your hand off, rolling your eyes at your friends. 

“Also, I don’t like Kun like that,” you deadpanned, sending a glare to your friend, who grinned even more. “Are you sure? The chemistry was hella spicy back on stage, and that kissing scene? Oh god, I was so close to pushing both of your heads together so you can actually kiss!” Gwen gushed, groaning as the other girls agreed with affirming nods and light laughter. “She’s not wrong,” Brooke added with a simple shrug, crossing her arms over her chest when she saw you looking at her to back you up. 

You rolled your eyes. “That just means that Kun and I have superb acting skills, thank you very much!” you exclaimed with a bright smile, earning more smirks and grins from your friends as you all walked down the campus hall to head to the nearby cafe across the street. “Come on, you two looked like lovers who have actually been longing to be with each other for years!” Kai exclaimed, her tone becoming slightly whiny. 

“Again, superb acting skills,” you stated with a silly grin.  

“I swear, you’re so oblivious to your own feelings. Dude, no one looks at their co-star like that!” Gwen groaned, smacking you upside the head gently, causing you to let out a surprised yelp in response. “You’re making a big deal out of this, I swear to god,” you rolled your eyes at your friends, rubbing the back of your head. “As much as I hate to say it, they’re not wrong. You two were all googly-eyeing each other up there,” Ren chuckled, shaking her head at you.

You groaned once again, scratching the back of your head. 

“For fucks sakes, I don’t like Kun!” 

-

“Is that literature?”

You glanced up from your paper, not surprised to see your senior, Kun, sitting down on the empty chair across the table from yours. “Yeah, I was absent last week so I had to catch up on some assignments,” you nodded, tapping the highlighter against your lips as you gazed into your laptop screen filled with nothing but long paragraphs of letters and random words. “Though the professor refused to fill me in on anything and my friends who are in that same class are too busy right now to help,” you groaned, leaning your head on the highlighted literature book on your desk. 

Kun chuckled, sipping his coffee before placing it on the table. “Mind if I take a look? I’ll see if I can be any help,” he asked, putting his forearms on the table as he gave you an amused smile. “Go ahead,” you waved your hand off, your voice muffled by the thick pages of your book as you let out an exasperated sigh. Kun smiled sweetly, leaning over to pull your laptop and turn it so that he could see the screen better. 

“Oh, I did this one a couple weeks ago,” he hummed, scrolling down through the questions your professor had given, furrowing his brows as he read over your answers. “As a drama kid, you’re not much of a literature fan, huh?” Kun chuckled, raising his eyebrows at you as you leaned your head up, placing your chin on your book as you shrugged casually. “It’s just not my cup of tea,” you confessed truthfully, knowing full well that you have no idea what you’ve been writing for the past thirty minutes. 

“When is this due, exactly?” he asked once again, scrolling down your google docs. “Saturday?” you sat up straight, groaning as you looked down at your book with a hopeless expression. Kun let out a small ‘ah’, looking down at your barely finished assignment, thinking so hard you could probably hear the gears in his head turn. “Tell you what, I think I still have my old notes. You can revise and find the answers there instead of working your ass off all night for this,” Kun suggested, giving you a tightlipped smile, sliding the laptop over to you.

Your eyes widened at his sudden statement. “Wait what? Kun, no, you’re going to need it too once the exams starts,” you frowned, shaking your head at him as you gripped the sides of your laptop to slide it over right in front of you. “It’s fine, Hendery borrowed it the other day, too. I don’t mind if you borrow it for a day or too as well,” he shook his head at you, his charming smile never leaving his face. 

“Kun, no. Dude, it’s fine, really. It’s just forty numbers, I’m sure I’ll get it finished before the deadline,” you shook your head vigorously, a firm frown placed on your lips as you gazed up at your senior. “You know you want to,” Kun taunted, his teasing tone sending sparks into your chest as he leaned his cheek against his knuckles, a loopy smile spread across his face. Oh how the turns have tabled. You always found it immensely attractive whenever Kun became cocky.

His usual cranky, mature, responsible self was an admirable feature of his, you weren’t going to lie. But there was something attractive and endearing when Kun’s cocky side popped out, you couldn’t help but admit to yourself that his loopy smile was the definition of ‘hot’. Of course, you weren’t going to admit it to his face. Not today, at least. 

You stared into his eyes, watching as one of his eyebrows turned upwards as he waited for you to accept his offer, his loopy smile gradually turning into a smirk as the seconds went by. At this point, you were just having a pointless staring contest. “No,” you deadpanned, huffing as you shut your laptop and carefully placing it in your bag. “I refuse to accept your help, good sir,” you gave him a cheeky grin of your own. 

“Are you sure?” Kun asked, his smirk never leaving his face as he leaned back in his chair to run a hand through his slightly disheveled blonde hair, pulling his glasses off of his face. “Why are you so persistent in helping me over something so small? It’s just an assignment, Kun,” you placed your hands on your hips as you squinted your eyes at him suspiciously, pondering if he wanted something from you to get him so persistent on letting him help you. 

This was not the usual Kun you knew. Usually, Kun would smack you with whatever papers he had on hand whenever you even joke about asking him for help with your assignments. And now, he was suddenly offering to let him help you? It was enough to convince you that Kun was possibly replaced by an alien. Or even worse, brainwashed by those aliens Renjun had always ranted about. Oh god, you regretted ever doubting and snoozing off during his annoying explanations. 

“Who are you and what have you done with Kun?” you asked, shakily holding up your pen at him as if you were ready to strike at him at any given moment. Kun furrowed his brows, smiling softly at you as he pulled his face away from his knuckles. “Why are you acting as if I’ve been possessed by a ghost or replaced by some sort of imposter, this isn’t among us,” Kun exclaimed incredulously, biting his lips to keep himself from laughing. 

You pulled your bag closer towards you, tightening your grip on the pretty yellow gel pen in your hand. “How do I know if you’re actually Kun and not some kind of alien? Last time I checked, you nearly banished Yangyang from your dorm when he asked you for help on his homework,” you furrowed your brows at him, waving your pen in circular motions as Kun balled one of his hands up into a fist, pressing it into his mouth. 

“Yangyang and Hendery had to perform a whole ass satanic ritual to get you to help them with their studies, it only makes sense for me to be suspicious if you’ve been abducted and brainwashed by those aliens Renjun always talks about,” you slowly got up from your seat, pursing your lips as you began to add on to whatever evidence you have in mind to prove that Kun was probably not himself at the moment. “I’ve watched Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and The Maze Runner: Scorch Trials before, I know how this alien shit works,” you hissed. 

Kun’s body began to shake as he tried his best to conceal his laughter as his eyes scrunched up into cute little moon shapes, his dimples protruding from his cheeks, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth to keep himself from doubling over laughing and disrupting the other students or teachers in the library. “And then? Go on, I’m listening,” Kun managed to gasp out as he took his glasses off to rub the space in between his eyes as he laughed silently. 

You couldn’t help but grin, watching as Kun patiently waited for you to go on despite the fact that he was probably on the brink of laughing himself to death. You then pouted, crossing your arms over your chest as you turned your head away from the older boy, tapping your feet against the carpeted floor. “You’re really being suspicious, you know,” you grumbled under your breath as Kun let out another wheeze of laughter. 

“Alright fine, how about this? You do something for me in return if I give you my notes,” Kun asked, a wide smile stretched across his face as he leaned over against the table, raising a brow at you as he placed his glasses back on. You lit up at this, turning your head at him in curiosity. “Yeah sure, name your price. As long as it’s not anything weird,” you nodded, earning another laugh from Kun at your sudden change of reaction. 

“Alright in exchange for my literature notes, you let me treat you out a day before the big day of our spectacular performance. I heard there was a carnival near the park, we could just meet up there,” Kun raised his brow, letting out a small hum as he looked at you with a glint of hope in his eyes. Your eyes widened at his sudden proposal, uncrossing your arms from your chest you leaned your head to the side in confusion. “Like, just the two of us?” you asked rather hesitantly, feeling your heartbeat increase slightly. 

Kun chuckled once again, nervously scratching the back of his head in an attempt to hide how flustered he felt at that moment as he stood up, grabbing his cup of coffee with him with one hand and snucking the other inside his pocket. “Why not?” he shrugged casually, a shy smile stretched across his face as he spoke, looking up at you with a soft expression on his face. Oh how fast your heart was racing at that exact moment.

You bit your lip, looking down at your shoes for a brief moment before gulping slightly. “Is Qian Kun asking me out on a date?” you teased, a cheeky grin forming on your lips despite the fact that your heart was practically ramming against your ribcage. Kun let out another chuckle, his soft smile sending a swarm of butterflies fluttering around and about in your tummy. 

“You can think of it whatever you like.”

You smiled at his words, giggling lightly. 

“Well, better be prepared to be penniless after the charity event ends then, Kun.”

Yeah, you definitely take back what you said about not liking Kun.

-

“Y/n! Truth or dare!” 

“Excuse me?” you cocked your head to the side, dropping your bag at the side of the stage as you walked up to your group of club members who were all huddled up into a huge circle. “We’re playing truth or dare, join us, won’t you?” Ren asked, grabbing your hand and pulling you to sit on the empty spot next to her and Shotaro. “Truth or dare? What are we? Elementary schoolers? I’m definitely in,” you chuckled, scooting over as you rubbed your hands together sinisterly. 

Brooke laughed, shaking her head at you. “I love how we’re just here playing truth or dare while the fossils are over there doing business,” she snickered loudly, looking over the only three responsible members of the club. More infamously known as ‘The Fossils’ which consists of one of the oldest members of the club, aka, Gwen, Doyoung and Kun. Pushing aside the fact that Gwen is only in her second year of college. 

“We can hear you!” Gwen exclaimed from a mile away, furrowing her brows as she flipped through the schedules of the events with the other two seniors. “We know!” Brooke yelled back, a cheeky grin spread across her face as you let out a light giggle. “Okay, so, who’s next?” Haechan asked, spinning the empty wine bottle in the middle of the group circle. “Wait where did you guys even find an empty wine bottle? Isn’t heavy alcohol not allowed on campu-”

“Shotaro, hush! It’s stopping!” you gently pushed the younger boy’s face away with a palm to the side of his face to hush him as you all watched in anticipation as the bottle slowly came to a stop, the empty tip pointing at Renjun, who groaned in annoyance as the others cheered for joy. “Oh fuck,” Renjun cursed, a frustrated smile stretched across his face as you rubbed your two hands together. 

“Dare,” Renjun chuckled. 

“I got a good one!” you exclaimed raising your hand, receiving mischievous grins from your friends as Renjun’s smile turned into an abrupt frown. “I dare you,” you looked around, spotting a small empty plastic doritos bag and placing it in the boy’s hands with a cheeky grin. “To throw this out of the window to aim it at the security guard,” you grinned, your eyes glimmering with mischief as you laughed sinisterly. 

“What did the security ever do to you to make you dare someone else to litter from the third floor?” Haechan asked, laughing along as you all watched the colour fade away from Renjun’s face. “He scolded me for accidentally dropping my juice box to the ground,” you rolled your eyes, patting Renjun’s back and pushing him to get up on his feet. “I swear my juice box didn’t even touch the ground and the old man had to go ham on me,” you grumbled under your breath as Renjun got up to his feet with the plastic bag in his hand. 

Renjun looked back at you, placing his hands on his hips. “You’re making me a victim of your revenge here,” he deadpan, furrowing his brows as you handed him the finger. “It’s a dare, Huang,” you wiggled your eyebrows suggestively. “Either that or you put that maid dress costume we bought earlier on with cat ears for the next hour,” you placed your hands on your hips. “Renjun, put the maid dress on,” his girlfriend barked, pulling out her phone and opening the camera app, eliciting laughs around you as you all watched her serious expression in contrast to Renjun’s terrified one. 

“I rather not embarrass myself publicly like this, thank you very much,” Renjun shook his head, glaring at everyone who was hoping for him to choose the maid dress instead of knocking on death’s door. “Well? Off to it, we don’t have all day,” you grinned, waving your hand at the boy as if to shoo him away from you. “I swear, I’m going to pull an uno reverse on you someday,” Renjun grumbled as he opened one of the windows of the theater room, peeking down to spot the unsuspecting security guard along with the other innocent bystanders. 

You all cheered unceremoniously as you watched Renjun ball up the plastic bag and throw it down to the security guard before quickly shutting the window close so as to not get caught by said grumpy security guard. “Great, who’s next?” you exclaimed with an enthusiastic clap of your hand, ignoring the death glare Renjun was sending you from across the room as he walked back to the circle. “Oh god, I hope we get someone good,” Kai mumbled under her breath as she spun the bottle.

You all waited in anticipation, sucking on your bottom lip as the bottle slowly comes to a stop, the tip pointing right at you. ”Shit,” you exclaimed with a sarcastic smile, looking around your friend group who gave you all evil glares as if to say they were finally going to have revenge for all the stupid dares you made them do the past two years you’ve been here considering the bottle rarely goes to you. 

“Truth or dare?” Brooke asked with a sinister smile, rubbing her hands together as they all scooted closer to look at you in anticipation. Watching as you gave your friends a tight lipped smile, gulping inaudibly as you nervously blurted out a small “truth?” almost questioningly. 

“Do you have a crush?”

“Hah?”

You furrowed your brows, confused. “What are we? Middle schoolers?” you raised your brow, scratching the back of your head. “Just answer the stupid question, y/n,” Kai deadpanned, her sinister smile never leaving her face as you continued to stare at your friends with a confused expression. ‘Well this isn’t as bad as I thought,’ you thought to yourself with a small shrug. “Yes, I do,” you admitted shamelessly as if it was an everyday question, giving them an innocent smile. 

“Who?” Shotaro asked, squinting his eyes at you. You raised your brow, crossing your arms firmly as you giggled. “One question per truth, suck it,” you teased, sticking your tongue out at your friends. Someone else spun the bottle quickly, causing it to stop right in front of you, causing your jaw to drop, eliciting a round of applause and laughter from your friends. “Okay, now spill, who?” Brooke repeated Shotaro’s question, tapping her nail against the wooden floor in anticipation. 

“But I haven’t chosen whether I wanted truth or dare, yet,” you shot back, raising your brow as your friends shared knowing looks. “Still,” they replied shortly, tight-lipped smiles stretching across their faces as you frowned abruptly. “This isn’t fair, I can’t get asked twice!” you retorted, feeling your anxiety creep up as you saw Kun’s figure discussing the events with Gwen and Doyoung at the corner of your eye, hoping to god that he wasn’t listening to any of this. 

Haechan shook his head, tutting at you softly. “The bottle landed on you fair and square, therefore you have to answer the damn question,” he grinned, laughing sinisterly as you purse your lips at how you’re literally cornered by your friends right now. “Fine, I’ll say who it is,” you grumbled, adjusting your sitting position on the floor. “He’s someone who hates me,” you stated, half jokingly, giggling as their reactions dimmed down only to realise that you have pulled an uno reverse card. 

“What? That’s not fair, you have to say their name!” Angie exclaimed, pointing an exclamatory finger at you as you stuck your tongue out at your friends with a cheshire grin. “Suck it, you didn’t say I have to specifically say his name!” you giggled, giving them enthusiastic jazz hands. “Anyways, I’m not playing anymore to save whatever's left of my dignity,” you scooted backwards, giving them two peace signs, your wide grin never leaving your face. 

“Wait, she said ‘he’. And she said that he hates her, which only leads to one suspect,” Kai explained, looking at the rest of your friends with brows furrowed with concentration. They all gasped in unison, looking at you with wide eyes before looking back at your precious club president (aka the poor unsuspecting victim slash bystander) with an equally shocked expression. 

“KUN! DO YOU HATE Y/N?” Angie shouted at the top of her lungs, cupping her mouth to attract the three Fossil’s attention. 

“What?” Kun shouted back, turning around with his brows furrowed, papers in his hands as he used the heel of his palm to push his glasses up to his head. Oh how you felt your heart dropping to your stomach. The fact that you had found out you had developed a small crush on your lovely senior merely less than three days ago wasn’t helping the fact that he looked immensely attractive in his attire. 

With his glasses pushed up to the top of his head, causing the bangs in front of his forehead to mess around a bit. His platinum blonde hair was a little bit messy and disheveled, probably the result of his hands running through them too much in distress. Considering Kun had a morning class today he was wearing a baggy white t-shirt over his tall, built figure. The sleeves were short and wide enough to reveal his muscular forearms. His black ripped jeans giving him that edgy, sort of ulzzang boyfriend look that you would see on pinterest. 

“DO. YOU. HATE. Y/N?” Angie repeated.

“Stop yelling, you’re going to make us all deaf!” Gwen shouted back. 

“Do I hate Y/n?” Kun repeated, pointing a finger at himself before looking at you, his adorably confused expression sending butterflies in your stomach. When the hell did he have that big of an effect on you? You swallowed down your nerves and used your superb acting skills to shoot him a loopy wide smile, giving him a sarcastic thumbs up, earning a soft smile from your lovely senior.

He chuckled briefly, putting the back of his hands on his hips. “Yeah, I do!” He teased, his cute dimples appearing on his cheeks as he grinned cockily at you, causing you to frown abruptly. “It’s scientifically proven by Qian Kun, our lord and saviour himself!” Kai exclaimed, raising her arms up in the air as if she had just received an invitation to the Grammy awards. “Y/n, you like Kun?!” Angie gasped dramatically, shaking Lin’s shoulders aggressively as if she had just found a priceless artifact. 

You laughed, trying to conceal how flustered you felt knowing full well that Kun was joking considering what happened approximately three days ago at the library. You know damn well that he was definitely lying. “You all have a huge misunderstanding,” you exclaimed, standing up to your feet as you jogged on over to stand beside Kun, wrapping an arm around his neck and pulling his head towards you as if you were putting him in a headlock. 

“You can’t see it but he is in love with me!” you joked, giggling lightly as Kun began to start smacking the papers he was holding against your back gently as a sign to let him go. “Get your filthy hands off me,” he joked, his body shaking as he laughed. “You aren’t the draco malfoy you think you are, Kun,” you grinned, looking down at the guy whose neck was stuck in between your right elbow. 

“This is harassment, I should sue,” Kun laughed as you released him from your grasp, smacking his papers gently on your head. 

“See, guys? Kun is infatuated and lovesick.”

Oh how you didn’t know how true your words are. 

-

Today wasn’t one of Kun’s greatest days. 

He didn’t know why he was so upset that day but it was one of the rare times when he would wake up on the wrong side of the bed. The fact that the moment he got out of his room only to see Yangyang’s stuff all over the couch angered him even more, despite the fact that the younger was probably already off to class. Kun had an afternoon class that day as his professor had postponed the classes due to personal reasons, which left him to go to the theater room early to practice his lines before the other club members arrived. 

He wasn’t in the mood to take anyone’s bull crap today and the fact that the event is coming up in a week wasn’t helping his terrible mood. All he wanted was to crawl back to bed and sleep until his emotions weren't bubbling up inside of him, waiting to burst. Though, thankfully for him and everyone else, the club members were able to tell that Kun wasn’t in a very happy mood at that moment. 

So they were pretty cool with Kun using whatever patience he has left and replying with short one worded answers unless needed. Funnily enough, today is the last day of rehearsals so Doyoung decided that you should all just retouch the props and backgrounds with paint and mod podge to be sure that the paints don’t chip off if something happens during the big day. Though, unfortunately for you, you were too high on serotonin (in other words: caffeine) to acknowledge the scary aura Kun was radiating. 

“Qian Kun!” you exclaimed, jumping on him and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “Lovely morning we’re having, don’t you think?” you grinned, cocking your head to the side to have a better look at Kun’s face, your mood wavering in the slightest bit when your eyes came in contact with his cold, exhausted ones. “Yeah, sure. Have you done your part of the props, yet? We have to make sure everything’s good by the end of the day,” Kun asked, gently pulling your arm away from his shoulder as he tried his best to keep his temper. 

You frowned slightly, putting your hands on your hips. “Of course not, I just got here,” you informed, shaking your head at him firmly. “Well then, get to it. We don’t have much time today and I really want to go home,” Kun waved you off, his tone strict as he looked down at the clipboard in his right hand, using the left to rub his eyes. 

His strict tone caught you off guard. He wasn’t usually this strict to you, he sounded like your 80 year old science professor after the man lost his glasses and refused to find them because there was 20 minutes of class left. Those aren’t really good memories to reminisce at that moment. But nonetheless, Kun wasn’t in a good mood and you didn’t know if you should keep cracking jokes or shut up. 

“Kun’s being unusually not himself today,” you commented under your breath as you walked over to Renjun and Angie, who were repainting the tree barks for the play while you were carrying a can of paint for them. “He’s been like that since he came here, man’s probably having a shitty day, don’t bother him,” Renjun shrugged casually, dipping his paintbrush into the paint can you had set on the floor beside you along with the other cans of paints, earning an hum of agreement from his girlfriend. 

“I agree. Kun rarely gets this pissed off and from what I’ve heard from past club members, an angry Kun isn’t a good thing,” Angie added with a nod, pointing her wet paintbrush at you with a suspicious glint in her eyes. “So try not to anger him, most of us are trying our best to just get shit done and go home, too,” she told you, her tone slow as if she was gently telling off a small, stubborn, bratty five year old who’s prone to mess things up with every step they take. 

In this case, you were that five year old. 

“What if he just needs some cheering up, though?” you asked, sitting down on one of the crates filled with props, careful as to not accidentally knock over the paint cans around you. “He might be in a terrible mood but maybe he needs some cheering up or something,” you mumbled, drawing patterns on the wooden crate with your finger as your eyes glanced from the wood to Kun’s distressed figure. Leaning your chin on your palm as you watched Kun walk around with an emotionless expression on his face.  

Renjun clicked his tongue, bending down to open another can of paint to add more details to the leaves. “Y/n, no. Please don’t, just help us with the props. Angie’s almost done with colouring each individual wooden bush, you should help and actually do something,” Renjun shook his head firmly, narrowing his eyes at you as you gave him a frown, looking down idly at the can of paints surrounding you as Angie carefully dipped her paintbrush in one of the paints, her tongue stuck out at the corner of her lips as her shaky hand carefully added more details to the wooden board. 

Before you could open your mouth, you heard the senior in question call out your name with a heavy sigh following after it. “Y/n, get down from there before you break something. Help the others with the prop won’t you?” Kun sighed heavily, furrowing his brows as he placed the hand that was holding his clipboard to his hip and raised the other to pinch the bridge of his nose as he felt his blood boil in annoyance. “Relax Kun, I’m simply observing,” you grinned, giving him an enthusiastic wave which only happens to make his frown deepen. 

“Observing isn’t going to get anything done around here, why can’t you help out for once other than laze around?” Kun glared daggers into your skull, but alas, you didn’t appear to be as fazed as you were on the inside. “Who took a shit in your cornflakes today, Qian Kun?” you asked, crossing your arms across your shoulders as you grinned gingerly at him, earning a soft groan of annoyance from the older boy. 

He took a deep breath as if to keep his composure and hold himself back from doing anything he’s going to regret. But alas, was murdering you on the spot really that big of a crime if all you’ve been doing the past hour was chat around and push his buttons by simply breathing? 

 “Y/n, I don’t have the patience to deal with your shenanigans today. Just get off the damn crate box and help out for once,” Kun was beginning to grow restless. He didn’t know why he was getting so worked up over your daily nonsensical antics, he didn’t know why seeing your pretty smile was making his patience run out like sand in a tiny hourglass. The way you responded with a quick “nope!” with an eager shake your head wasn’t helping him tame the flaming fury inside of him. 

“Y/n, I swear to God. You’re so ludicrous and infuriating, I don’t even know why we haven’t kicked you out yet,” he hissed, his eyes darkening as he felt his mind grow numb, oblivious as to how your bright smile had faltered at the anger lacing in his voice. “Hey, you don’t need to be so mean!” you exclaimed, furrowing your brows as Kun’s eyes shot up to look at you. “Oh, I’m sorry,” Kun said sarcastically with a roll of his eyes. 

“I think I have the right to express my frustrations if all you’re going to do is mope around. It’s literally the last day of rehearsals, you should be taking things seriously,” he laughed in disbelief, running a hand through his hair. 

You opened your mouth to say something before closing it when you realised you had run out of comebacks considering Kun was ‘kind of’ right in a way. But you believed that you should all have a good break before the actual performance considering you’ve been practicing so hard for the past few weeks. You all deserve a good rest and you were sure you were going to get it if it weren’t for the fact that Kun was currently in a shitty mood and none of you were brave enough to ask for one. 

“Just get down from there and help Angie paint before my brain explodes into smithereens,” Kun sighed once again, furrowing his brows as he waved his hand off. You huffed, mumbling small curses under your breath as you blindly hopped off of the crate you were sitting on before your feet accidentally knocked over a few cans filled to the brim with paint, causing them to spill to the wooden floor. “Shit,” your eyes widened as you quickly bent down to pick the cans up, earning a few frustrated calls of your name from your club members. 

“Shit, I’m so so sorry I wasn’t looking!” you stammered as you saw Renjun hopping off his stool to look at the mess you had accidentally made. “I’ll get the mop, we can still wipe it off before the paint fully dries,” Renjun exclaimed, running his hands through his hair in distress. “I’ll come with you,” his girlfriend patted his shoulder with a heavy sigh. “Y/n, what the hell?” Kun exclaimed, walking up to you as his eyes grew wide, fury glossing over his pupils as you fumbled with your bag to find the wet tissues as your friends ran off to the nearby janitor’s closet. 

You pulled out a box of wet wipes as you knelt down, trying to wipe off as much as you could as you looked up at Kun in a panic. “I didn’t mean to knock it over, I swear! It was an accident, I didn’t-” you were cut off with a frustrated groan from Kun, watching as he rubbed his face with his palms as if he finally had enough of your nonsense. “Shut up, just shut up, y/n. Oh my god, see this wouldn’t have happened if you just fucking listened to me!” Kun scolded, the anger in his tone holding no mercy as everyone stood still in the room in awkward silence. 

Your jaw dropped in surprise, needles slowly piercing your heart as you watched Kun’s face get even angrier as the seconds went by and at this point you ran out of tissues to wipe the paint off. “Kun, I said I was sorry. It’s not like I purposely kicked the paints, I was just getting off the crate like you told me to,” you shot back defensively, careful as to not grip the tissues in your hand as they were dripping everywhere on the floor. 

Kun rolled his eyes, a deep frown on his face as his expression darkened at your words. “I told you to get off of the crates, not walk around like a drunk blind bat. Did you get hit in the head or something? I swear I still don’t understand why we haven’t kicked you out of the club. You’re lazy, reckless, clumsy, you never help around. All you do is cause trouble for everyone, you’re late all the time that you need me to babysit you 24/7,” Kun began ranting, oblivious to how every word was like a dagger shooting through your heart. 

“It’s so annoying and sometimes I just wished I never asked you to join this damn club if all you’re going to do is pile up more work onto not just me but the other members of the club. We were suppose to finish early if it weren’t for your clumsy ass fucking up once again!”

It was pretty rare to see Kun curse. And when he did, it’s usually a sign that you have gone too far or you’ve pushed his limits. You’ve never seen Kun this angry at you before in your two years of knowing him, you’ve never seen him this livid even if you pushed his buttons way more than you should. But the way he looked at you was the one that hurt the most. The way he laughed sarcastically in disbelief as he continued to rant on and on how he’s so close to kicking you out of the club.

The way his expression was telling you to leave his sight for good. The way his dark eyes held nothing but hatred and anger. 

It hurt you. 

His cold angered stare did nothing but pierce your heart as you blinked back the tears that started to gather in your eyes. A lump began to gather in your throat, begging for you to let it out as your eyes burned. You looked down sadly to avoid Kun’s angered eyes, gripping the half dried tissues as the paint stained your hand and dripped down in between your fingers and back to the floor. 

“Look, Kun, I’m sorry okay. Just let me clean it up I swear I-”

“Why did you even join this club if all you’re going to do is burden me and the other members?” Kun snapped. 

“Kun, that’s enough,” Doyoung spoke up upon entering the theater room with a bucket filled with water in hand, putting the bucket down in front of you before placing a hand on Kun’s shoulder to stop him from saying anything else. “Y/n, calm down. It’s not a big deal, you didn’t even spill that much, you can just go home for today,” Doyoung gave you a comforting smile, reaching over to pat your head as you took in a deep exhale to keep your tears in as you felt eyes boring into the back of your skull. 

“What? No, she needs to clean this up and face the consequences of her clumsiness,” Kun’s eyes went wide at his older friend, shaking his head as you bit your lip to keep yourself together. “It’s no big deal, Doyoung. Really, I’ll just clean it up myself,” you shook your head, leaning down to lift the bucket up towards you. “No, you two can go home early. Kun, you’re clearly in a terrible mood so I suggest you just go home and take some rest. Y/n, it’s okay, I’ll clean up. I haven’t been doing much these days anyway,” Doyoung shook his head profusely, grabbing the bucket from your hands. 

“Doyoung, you can’t just-”

“Doyoung, it’s fine I can-”

“Just go home before I dump paint on the both of you,” Doyoung hissed, shaking his head at both of your stubbornness. ‘They really are perfect for each other,’ he thought to himself as Kun clicked his tongue in frustration, walking back stage to grab his stuff to cool off. You stood there in silence, you didn’t know what to say and honestly you were scared that if you were to take one more step, you would fuck something up again and make Kun get even more angrier at you. 

Doyoung chuckled, shaking his head at you as he walked over and placed a hand on your shoulder. “Hey,” he spoke up, attracting your attention. “Go home already. Don’t take Kun’s words to heart, you know very well he didn’t mean them. He’s just having a bad day, he’ll be back to his nice self tomorrow,” Doyoung gave you an encouraging smile, causing you to muster up whatever strength you had left in you to smile back at him. You gave him a small nod, despite the fact that you weren’t so convinced. 

“Thanks, Doyoung.”

-

You were an idiot. It was no surprise to anyone. 

After three days of no interaction with Kun whatsoever, you still decided to go to your little hangout? Date? Friend date? (You don’t even know anymore.) That you both had arranged two weeks ago at the library. You remembered the excitement you had suppressed all week at the thought of finally going out on a date with Kun but that was before the fight that happened at the theater club three days ago. Could you even call it a fight if you were the one who was apologizing and Kun was the one uncharacteristically yelling at you?

You didn’t know anymore. 

You were also hoping to patch things up with Kun when this date finally came up considering you couldn’t find him anywhere on campus. Hell, you even had to ask Yangyang for Kun’s whereabouts which wasn’t much help considering all he told you was ‘he comes and goes like the wind’ but you were desperate to talk it out and apologize to your senior. 

Was this the effect your crush on him had? Usually you would just wait it out until things get better between the two of you but you knew that this wasn’t a minor fight. You actually pissed Kun off to his limits and you knew you had to apologize if you wanted him to continue to like you. That is if he actually does like you and wasn’t flirting and messing with you in the library for laughs and payback for all the mischief you had caused during your two years of knowing each other. 

However, to your dismay, you had been waiting at the park right across the carnival for three hours. And you were getting quite chilly (curse your past self for wanting to look good and had decided to wear you newest short sleeved shirt) and the wound in your heart was slowly opening up again the longer you waited. You’ve sent around five to seven texts by now and you were starting to wonder if he was just busy or if he was purposely ignoring you. 

Y/n: Yuh Kunners   16:49

Y/n: are you coming anytime soon?? Remember we were gonna hang out today right?????    16:50

One missed call from y/n

Y/n: I’m waiting in the park like we planned. Are you on the way lol   17:10

Y/n: kun im getting cold lmfao get over here before i turn into a living ice cube   17:37

Two missed calls from y/n

Y/n: dude i spent an hour choosing my clothes pls come ive been waiting for hours  18:49

Y/n: kun???? Cmon i know u were mad but u cant just stand me up here lmfao :,}   19:00

Two missed calls from y/n

Y/n: i guess ur not coming, huh  19:45

You sighed heavily, feeling your eyes burn as you watch people coming in and out of the carnival, gripping tightly onto the saddle of your bag as you begin to walk to the exit of the park. You pressed the back of your hand to one of your eyes when you realised you couldn’t hold back a tear, blinking rapidly when you started to feel them begging to leak out of your eyes like a broken tap. But you knew you couldn’t just cry like a loser in public just because someone stood you up. 

Your thoughts begin to wander as you make your way down the sidewalk and towards the bus station, feeling your heavy heart slowly sink down to the bottom of your stomach with every step you take. You could admit that you did go a little too far back at the theater room considering so many people had warned you to lay off the joking around for just one day so as to not make Kun’s temper go off the charts. You should’ve listened to them, you could admit that. 

But you also knew that you didn’t deserve to be stood up like this.

And it sucked. 

How could he just yell at you, storm off, proceeded to ignore you like the plague at school, then ghost your text and stand you up just like that without an apology or an explanation? Hell, he didn’t even read your texts. 

“Y/n?” 

You looked up from the ground with wide eyes, recognizing that melodious voice you’ve been longing to hear for the past three days. “Kun,” you mumbled almost inaudibly, your eyes widened slightly to see Qian Kun in his casual attire that could easily send your heart into a heart attack. “What are you doing here?” he asked, coughing awkwardly as he took in your whole look, feeling his breath being taken away by the mere sight of you being more dressed up than you usually are. 

“Waiting for you,” you deadpanned as if it wasn’t obvious enough, feeling your tears dissipate when you finally made eye contact with the boy in front of you, whose eyes grew wide at your words. “Me?” Kun’s eyebrows were raised in surprise, confusion glossing over his facial expression as he pointed a finger to himself. “Remember we planned a carnival date two weeks ago? Or are you just still mad at me for what happened in the theater room?” you asked, giving him a sad smile. 

Kun’s face turned pale at the reminder, your words hitting him like a brick when he realised he had stood you up for who knows how long considering the bus stop you two were standing on was quite the long walk from the carnival. “Oh fuck,” he blurted out when your words finally sink into him, an apologetic expression washing over him as you crossed your arms in front of your chest. “Are you that mad that you just had to stand me up?” you furrowed your brows, taking a step towards him. 

“Y/n, I’m so so sorry,” he started but you cut him off to give him a piece of your mind. “Look I admit, what happened at the theater was my fault and I should’ve listened to you instead of pushing your buttons and causing trouble. But was it really that bad that you had to keep me waiting here for not two- but three hours? I know I was- I am immensely annoying and I’m truly sorry for that,” you took a deep breath to keep yourself from getting too emotional in front of him as Kun stared guiltily at you.

“That was completely on me but that doesn’t give you a valid excuse or reason to stand me up for three hours, Kun,” your gaze hardened as you stared teary eyed inot Kun’s sad ones. He gazed up at down at your hopeless figure, swallowing at what he’s about to do as he leaned towards you to grab your hands in his, giving them a tight squeeze as he lifted them up to his chest. Your eyes widened at the sudden contact, despite the fact that you’ve literally hugged him on stage before. But there was something in his actions that made it seem more intimate in a way.

 “I don’t know what to do or say to make you feel better but all I can say is that I’m sorry, I'm so so sorry,” he started, running his thumbs over your knuckles. 

“I swear, I know it isn’t an excuse but I’ve been so stressed the past couple of days with the play, the big assignments at the end of every semester and I recently got this internship deal and I just started today. I completely forgot about today, I’m so so sorry. I promise I’ll make it up to you, and about the theater-” he swallowed down the guilt bubbling up inside of him as the memory of your hurt expression resurfaced in his mind once again. (which sort of brought him to the point of avoiding you all around campus)

“I had my phone on mute during the internship and I must’ve missed your texts. I’m assuming you sent me some because I know for a fact your impatient ass would probably bombard my phone with calls and texts,” he joked, laughing lightly when he realised now isn’t the most appropriate time to joke around considering you two were in a very tight situation. He gave you a small smile, his eyes filled with a small glint of hope as he took a step and tugged your hands so that he could enclose whatever proximity you two had left in between you.

“I’m so sorry. I know you might not forgive me but I hope you can give me a chance to make it up to you. Right here, right now. The carnival isn’t closing until midnight after all,” he suggested with a small shrug, looking down at his wrist watch before gazing back up to your eyes with a soft expression. You bit your lip, gazing down at your hands being held delicately in his, his thumb caressing your knuckles softly as you gave it a small thought. 

You gave him a genuine smile, your heart lightening as you came to find that you couldn’t refuse anything when Kun was giving you a look as if you were the only thing valuable to him in the world at that moment. 

“Sure, Kunt.”

“Can we just have one day without you pushing my buttons?”

“I have the right to call you day considering you’ve been an absolute Kunt this week, get over it.”

-

“Okay, ladies. I have a confession to make,” you took a deep exhale as you walked over to the food table where your friends were sitting in before the actual performance. “You like Kun?” Brooke raised her brow, opening her mouth as Ten leaned over the table to give her a spoonful of the sweet dessert he was having. Your jaw dropped when you realised she beat you to your own confession but however you weren’t backing down from an opportunity to mess around with your friends. 

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Nope.”

“Yep.”

“I really really like Kun,” you confessed all of a sudden, causing Kai to choke on her ice cream at the sudden news. “That’s so sudden,” she exclaimed with a hoarse cough, leaning over to steal Hyuck’s cup of coffee as she chugged it down while patting her chest. “Cat’s out of the bag, I like Qian Kun. But are you all really surprised?” you sighed, sitting down beside Lin as you sipped on your own drink with a nonchalant shrug.

“Excuse me?” a sudden voice spoke up. 

You stopped sipping loudly at the familiar voice, turning your head around slowly to come in eye contact with none other than Qian Kun himself who was in the middle of eating his fruit salad. His brows furrowed in confusion as your eyes grew wide, embarrassment creeping up your cheeks as your jaw dropped open, your thoughts messy as you try to find the words to speak. “You didn’t tell me Kun was here,” you hissed at your friends, choosing the option to act as if Kun wasn’t sitting right beside you this whole time. 

“Dude you’re literally blind, he was here the whole time,” Kai deadpanned, giving you a look that completely expressed how she was fed up with your idiocy for the day. “Can I speak now?” Kun pipped up, a smirk stretched on his lips as he watched your flustered figure retaliate against your friend’s words for calling you blind despite the fact that you kind of are in a way. “Nope, nevermind!” you shook your head abruptly, standing up as you gripped your handbag and slung it over your shoulder. 

“You didn’t hear me say shit! Obliviate!” you used the straw the cashier gave you as a wand, waving it in front of Kun before you ran for dear life to the one place where he can’t get in: also known as the women’s dressing room. “Oh no you’re not! You can’t just Harry Potter reference you’re way out of this confession,” you could hear the chair grinding against the tile floor, signalling that Kun had got up to follow after you as you both laughed loudly.

“Go away, Kun!” 

You knew that confessing that you like Kun wasn’t that big of a deal considering you did almost cry in front of him when he stood you up a couple of days ago on your carnival date. And you were definitely more than sure that he had reciprocated your feelings considering how he was smiling nonstop (Plus the fact that the apples of his cheeks and ears were tinted pink) after you pressed a small peck on his cheek at the end of the date right as he dropped you off at the bus stop. 

But it wouldn’t be fun if you continued to act as bashful as you did back at the carnival date, would it? 

You and Kun let out small lighthearted giggles as you shut the door of your dressing room to his face, provoking him even more as you jokingly told him to ‘fuck off’ considering you two have about thirty minutes left until you have to get on stage. Yes, you were using this as a delightful excuse to do your make up and dress up fifteen minutes earlier than the rest of the cast considering it was quite a long play and you wanted to reread your script and calm your nerves before show time.

-

“Princess Putri, my love, my little songbird! Oh how all of these years of holding myself back, all these years of fighting and hoping to reunite with you once again and hold you in my arms,” Kun recited as you ran towards him, into his arms which were stretched open wide, waiting to wrap around you in a tight and loving embrace. With a single, meaty tear, you jumped into his arms. Letting him spin you around like the princess you were portraying as the piano music became loud and almost deafening, almost letting you believe that you were in your own world.

Going against the script, you wrapped your arms around Kun’s neck, leaning your head towards his to nuzzle his nose against yours lovingly, eliciting a laugh from said boy as he placed you back on your two feet. “Oh how I’ve been longing to feel your lips against mine,” he leaned his forehead against yours, his words going against the script as he wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. Placing his free gloved hand on your chin, his thumb caressing your lips as the camera zoomed in on your expressions. 

Your raw emotions being captured on the camera as you gaze back at Kun lovingly, a loopy smile stretched across your face as you scanned his features. His blonde hair poking out of the hat he was wearing, his front bangs messy and slightly wet with sweat with the sword fighting scene he had with Haechan earlier on stage moments prior. Your heart was beating rapidly against your chest, your breathing hitched as Kun slowly leaned his head towards yours, closer than he should be as the piano music in the background began to slow down. 

His eyes gazed up and down from your eyes to your lips, his tongue darting out to wet his own as his dark pupils sparkled under the theater light, the audience as silent as mice as they waited in anticipation for the long awaited kiss scene. “May I?” he whispered almost breathily, his melodious soft voice sending shivers down your spine, the microphone attached to his cheek picking up on his almost inaudible words. His eyes gazed up at yours for your consent as your lips parted into a wide grin.

You leaned forward, nodding softly with a wide smile on your face. He let out a soft chuckle, lips inching closer to yours as your free hand tugged on the tips of his hat to tease the audience by blocking the kiss scene completely from them as his lips pressed against yours. His hand that was on your chin moved up to your cheek as he leaned his head to the side slightly for a better angle, hearing the audience break out into a loud applause as you gripped onto his hat tighter to cover up the fact that the two of you were practically making out in front of a hundred people. 

Your eyes shut tight as you basked into the feeling of Kun’s soft, slightly chapped lips against yours, the cherry lipstick probably making a mark on his lips as you moved yours against his in sync as Kun’s hand that was on your cheek moved to turn off your mic and his own as he refused to pull away from you. He leaned his face so that he could deepen the kiss, not caring about the lipstick you were wearing that was currently smearing and staining his lips a rosey pink. 

“Holy shit, are they actually making out?” Haechan whispered aloud backstage, leaning his head forward slightly so as to not accidentally get caught by the applauding audience as Lin and Doyoung pulled on the rope to close the curtains. “Did anyone get that on camera?” Kai hissed, looking at the other club members in hopes of finding someone with their camera phone up, smiling widely when she saw Ten and Brooke holding up their phones up with big grins on their faces. 

“YOU MORONS, STOP RECORDING AND CLOSE THE CURTAINS!” Doyoung exclaimed from the other side of the stage. 

-

“Are we just going to ignore the fact that you two just made out in front of a couple hundred people?” Ten chuckled, replaying the video of you and Kun kissing in front of the whole campus and probably their parents, siblings and grandparents. “Plus the owner of the school and the theater majors,” Brooke added with a soft snicker as Ten pulled her close to him in a tight embrace as they and a few other club members gathered around to watch the video. “Priceless, who knew our favorite dynamic duo would end up making out in front of the whole campus?” Kai teased, wiggling her eyebrows at you. 

“Shut up,” you grumbled, leaning your head down on the table to avoid the knowing smirks of your club members. “I didn’t know you were all suppose to bully me today, I would’ve brought a pan to smack you all into tomorrow if I knew this was going to happen,” you added, mumbling small curses incoherently as your friends considered to snicker at your uncharacteristically flustered and bashful state. 

You remembered immediately running off from the stage once your club members started applauding and whistling at you as soon as you pulled away from the deep kiss. You and Kun both had flustered expressions stretched across your faces when you saw the smudged lipstick stains on both of your lips, panting for air as you stared wide eyed at each other. You were also sure Kun had run off to his own dressing room to save himself from any more teasing. (especially from Ten)

As soon as you locked the door to your dressing room, you couldn’t stop your heart from beating rapidly against your chest. The butterflies in your stomach swarming as if there was an earthquake, a giddy feeling bubbling up in your chest. You swore it took everything inside of you to not scream your emotions out into the bag you brought today, but you survived after drinking lots of water to calm yourself down (despite the fact that you could feel a giddy smile stretch across your lips whenever your mind wanders back to the soft makeout session you and Kun had merely moments ago. 

“Hey, can we talk?” Kun’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts, causing your head to shoot up from your leaning position on the table. Eyes wide as you both stared in awe at each other, feeling your hearts race when Kun coughed awkwardly to break the awkward tension settling in between the two of you. “I-” you were soon cut off by Kai, who popped out of nowhere to push you up to your feet with a mischievous grin stretched across her face. 

“Of course, go ahead. Take your time, after all you are done here, right?” Kai gripped your shoulders tightly when you opened your mouth to speak, realising that for once in your life you didn’t know what to say in situations like this. “Right! Now, off you go!” She exclaimed with a soft giggle, shoving your bag in your hands before pushing you towards Kun, ignoring the death glare you were sending her as you followed Kun out of the theater room. 

Kun shoved his hand in his pockets, racking through his brain to think of something to say to break the awkward tension. “So,” he started, wincing at how awkward he sounded before proceeding with his words. “Are we going to talk about what happened back there or?” Kun raised his brow at you, finally turning his head to make eye contact. You bit your lip nervously, looking down at your feet before gulping and looking back up at him. 

“Not until you- you uh-,” you coughed, pointing a finger at the corner of his mouth. “You got a little- a little lipstick there, bro,” you quietly pointed out, internally cringing at how awkward you two were despite the fact that you were fine with shamelessly running away from him after confessing your crush on him with laughs and giggles in between. Kun’s eyes widened at your statement, wiping the corner of his lips with the back of his hand as he mumbled small apologies under his breath. 

Kun paused when you finally told him that the lipstick was finally wiped off. “Did you just call me ‘bro’?” he deadpanned, furrowing his brows in confusion. The atmosphere slowly returning to normal upon his obvious question as your eyes widened in a panic. “I don’t know! I panicked! We’ve never had a post make out conversation before. Or a conversation that doesn’t involve you glaring daggers into my head, I swear if looks could kill,” you shot back, waving your hands around as Kun let out a light chuckle.

“So, do you like Messi?” you asked after a pregnant pause, clasping your hands behind your back with a small smile. Kun raised his brow at you, chuckling softly at your words. “Is that supposed to be a Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo reference?” he asked, letting out a soft giggle when you nodded shamelessly in response, wide smiles stretching on both of your lips as you looked down at your slightly dirty shoes. 

“Can we talk now?” he asked, leaning his body against the wall as you both stared at each other in silence. Except, this time the silence was no longer awkward. Hell, it was almost comforting. 

“Of course, yeah. Sure,” you nodded, trying to keep your cool as Kun took a step towards you. “Well, for starters, I really enjoyed- I mean- fuck,” Kun started, scrunching his face when he realised he was stumbling over his words, rubbing his face in frustration. “What I meant to say was I really liked kissing you,” he looked down nervously, eliciting a small smile from you as you had never seen the calm and collected Qian Kun this flustered in front of you. And you couldn’t even believe the fact that you were the one who was the main reason why he was like this. 

“I don’t know if you meant what you said when you said you liked me before the performance, but fuck it. I really really like you and I really do want to be more than friends or club members,” Kun chuckled, swallowing his nerves down as he fiddled with his fingers in front of you, his dimples protruding on his cheeks as he gave you a cute, toothy smile. You couldn’t help but push your own nerves back to tease him, raising your brow as you gave him a cheeky grin. 

“Is Qian Kun simping for me, right now?” you teased. 

Kun let out a light laugh, shaking his head at you profusely at the sight of your own light expression. “I guess I am,” he shrugged with a staggering laugh, joining you in your small fit of giggles. “Well in that case, I’m just here waiting for you to pop the question,” you placed the back of your hands on your hips, giving him an encouraging smile despite the fact that your heart was beating oh-so-loudly in your ears. 

At this point his eyes had turned into small moon shapes from how wide he was smiling and his cheeks were starting to hurt. “Pop the question? What is this? A marriage proposal?” he teased, raising his brow at you suggestively. Now it was his turn to tease you. 

“Shut up, you know what I mean,” you smacked his arm jokingly, giggling along with him bashfully. 

He took another step towards you, leaning towards you to grab your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours tightly. Giving your hand a loving squeeze, he took a deep breath as he looked down at your intertwined hands. “May I be your boyfriend, then?” he asked, a soft, boyish smile on his face. The happy glint in his eyes never leaving him as he stared lovingly into yours, taking in your features slowly as you giggled lightly. 

“Whipped Kun hitting different,” you commented, eliciting a laugh from your senior as he squeezed your hand in his gingerly once again. 

“Just say yes so I can kiss you again,” he rolled his eyes at you, his soft smile never leaving his face. 

You puckered your lips gingerly, answering him with your actions as you waited for him to press his lips against yours. “I’m waiting, Kun,” you said with puckered lips, giggling softly. Kun let out a light hearted laugh (which was sure to add ten years to your life span the more you listen to it) as he commented on how uncharacteristically adorable you were being at that exact moment, earning a loud complaint from you as you frowned at him. “I guess you don’t want me to say yes,” you sighed heavily, sniffing for dramatics as you raised your free hand to your eyes to let out a fake cry. 

“You’re so dramatic, I’m so close to taking it back,” Kun muttered under his breath before reaching over to cup your cheek with his free hand to turn your face back to face his. Pressing his lips against yours in a soft, passionate kiss, he smiled when he heard you giggle against his lips while squeezing his hand that was intertwined against yours at your sides. 

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CHANCE • SINGLE DAD DAICHI

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*chanting* single dad daichi, single dad daichi, single dad daic–

“You’re not my dad”

“No, I’m not”

“My dad’s a cop so if you’re thinking about kidnapping me, I suggest you think again“

You laughed at the twelve-year-old’s words. Daichi was right, she was a fireball. “I know, I’m a.. friend of your dad’s. He got caught up at work and asked me to pick you up” You explained, adjusting your purse on your shoulder. The pre-teen raised an eyebrow, “A friend of my dad? Lady, that’s the oldest trick in the book, you need to step up your game if you wanna kidnap a kid in this lifetime” She claimed, crossing her arms over her chest. You laughed some more, covering your mouth with your hand, at least she was being cautious.

“Okay, it’s good you don’t trust me but here’s why you should. I’m a good friend of your dad, Daichi Sawamura. And because he got caught up at the station, he wanted me to swing by and pick you, Suzuki Sawamura, up from school” You explained using the keywords your boyfriend instructed you to use. Suzuki stared at you for a while before shrugging, “Okay, you’re good” She said before hopping into your car. Letting out a relieved sigh, you shot Daichi a quick text.

You put your phone in your pocket before getting into the driver’s seat. “You ready to go?” You asked looking at Suzuki through the rear-view mirror. She shrugged, “I guess,” She said clicking her seatbelt into place. The ride back to Daichi’s place was quiet and albeit awkward. Honestly, this wasn’t how you pictured meeting your boyfriend’s daughter for the first time. Sneaking a glance in the rear-view mirror again, you saw here tapping away at her phone, not paying attention to her surroundings. You mentally rolled your eyes, typical kid behavior, can’t say you’re surprised.

What did surprise you, was her speaking up out of nowhere. “What are you to my dad?” She inquired catching your eye in the mirror. “Well I’m a good friend of his, we went to high school together. So I’ve known him for a long time” You stated diverting your eyes back to the road. You weren’t sure if Daichi has told Suzuki the two of you were dating but you wanted to play it safe, just in case he hasn’t. However, the pre-teen didn’t look convinced. “How come he doesn’t talk about you then?” She pressed. You bit your lip, not gonna lie, that stung. Does Daichi not talk about you or was she just trying to get a rise out of you? Your boyfriend did say she was mischievous like that.

“Probably because we fell out of touch after high school and recently reconnected about a year or so ago. And does your dad let you in on everything about his life?” You asked rhetorically. Suzuki looked slightly taken aback by your comment but quickly recovered. She shot you a slight glare before turning to look out the window. Shit. You prayed you didn’t fuck that up. The last thing you needed was for Daichi’s daughter to not like you. Especially because you wanted to get to know her and get closer to her.

Reaching Daichi’s place, you parked your car in the driveway and before you could even unbuckle your seatbelt, Suzuki got out of the car. You watched as she used her own set of keys to open the door and close it behind her. Yeah, she was upset. Fuckkkkk. Pulling out your phone, you texted your boyfriend.

You groaned, slamming your head against the steering wheel. What a great first impression on your boyfriend’s daughter! Lifting your head from the wheel, you slapped your cheeks a few times. The only thing you could do now is make amends. Getting out of the car you made your way to the door only to find it was locked. You let out an exasperated sigh, you deserved that. Digging out your copy of the keys, you opened the door to find Suzuki at the dining table doing what looked like homework.

She didn’t even bother sparing you a glance as you came in and locked the door behind you. This was going to be difficult. You placed your bag on the couch and made your way to the dining room. Sitting in the chair next to her, you decided to break the uncomfortable silence. “Look, I’m sorry about what happened in the car... I’m sure your dad tells you plenty about his life” You reassured fiddling with your hands nervously. Suzuki glanced up at you, “No. You’re right, my dad doesn’t tell me much. He used to but not anymore” She murmured going back to her homework. Oh? Now you were intrigued.

“What’d you mean?” You inquired placing your arms on the table. The brunette sighed and placed her pencil down, “After my mom and dad split up, my dad was in a bad place. He didn’t get abusive or anything, he was just… sad. Like all the time. And I guess he would sort of confide in me because we were in a similar situation. He lost a partner, I kind of lost my mom. And I got used to that, now he doesn’t tell me anything.” She huffed, “The worst part is that I know he’s hiding something from me. But I don’t know what, I wish he’d just tell me” Suzuki explained glaring down at the table. Suddenly you felt kind of bad. Daichi didn’t tell her about you because he most likely didn’t want to upset her as well as make sure your relationship was solid before introducing a new woman into his daughter’s life.

You placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Alright enough talk about your dad, I’m sure he’ll tell you when he’s ready. But for now, let’s do something fun” You suggested. Suzuki raised an eyebrow at you, “Something fun? Like what?” She asked confusion laced in her tone. You smirked slightly,

“I’m glad you asked”

Daichi sighed as he parked his car behind yours in the driveway. He wanted you and Suzuki to get along. Ever since he and Michimiya split, she hasn’t had a stable mother figure in her life. Sure, Yui got her every other weekend and on holidays but he had sole custody so that wasn’t exactly stable. Hopefully, the two of you could get along because, to be honest, Daichi loves you. And deep down he feels like he’s always had, even back in high school.

Opening the door, Daichi was surprised to hear… giggling. Based on what you texted him earlier, his daughter didn’t seem like she was in a giggling mood. Then again, that was almost two hours ago. Taking off his jacket and shoes, Daichi made his way to the bathroom, the source of the giggling. He stopped in his tracks as he saw you and Suzuki sitting on the floor, doing what looked like some sort of spa activity.

“—and can you believe he tried to convince the coach he was perfectly fine? After taking a dive like that and not going to the infirmary?”

“That does sound like my dad”

Suzuki stated before gasping. “My mask is dripping!” She exclaimed trying to push the homemade avocado face mask back into place. “Wait wait, let me do it. You’re going to mess up your nails” You stated moving her hands away and fixing the mask yourself. “There. Trying tilting your head back a bit so it doesn’t drip as much” You advised, demonstrating what you meant. Suzuki nodded, following your instructions. As she tilted her head back she saw her dad standing in the doorway with a wide smile on his face.

“Oh, hey dad” She greeted waving slightly. Daichi just smiled more, “Hey pumpkin, having fun?” He asked. Turning to face him properly she nodded, “Yeah, your friend is really fun” She claimed, smiling slightly. Daichi’s gaze drifted to you once you spoke, “You’re only saying that because I told you some of your dad’s embarrassing high school stories” You laughed. Hearing that made Daichi’s smile faltered a bit, “You told her embarrassing stories about me? How am I ever going to get my rep as a cool dad back?” He asked rhetorically.

“Dad, to be honest, you never had that rep to begin with”

Suzuki stated, blowing on her nails to dry them. This caused you to burst out into laughter with Suzuki following suit. Daichi couldn’t help but chuckle, he was glad the two of you patched things up. “Haha. Y/n can I speak to you for a minute?” He asked nodding his head to the kitchen. You cleared your throat and nodded, “Sure. Aw man, Suzuki you got me in trouble” You teased getting up and dusting off your pants. The twelve-year-old giggled, “Sorry” She apologized as you and Daichi moved to the kitchen.

Once he made sure Suzuki was out of earshot, Daichi pulled you close to him and placed a chaste kiss on your lips. “Glad to see you guys made up” He whispered. You shrugged slightly, “It wasn’t anything serious, plus there’s nothing a face mask can’t fix” You claimed. “Yeah well, it seems like she likes you” Your boyfriend stated. You looked up at him, “You think so?” You asked. Daichi smiled slightly and kissed your forehead, “I know so” He claimed. You smiled and embraced him, nuzzling your face in his chest. Sawamura hugged you back. The two of you stayed like that until you heard someone clear their throat.

“Do you kiss and embrace all your friends, dad? I gotta tell Uncle Koshi and Azu what they’re missing”

Suzuki said standing at the entrance of the kitchen. You and Daichi pulled away quickly and stared at the pre-teen. “Um.. pumpkin–” Daichi started, only to be interrupted by Suzuki raising her hand. “I already know, I’m not dumb dad. You don’t have any regular girl friends except for Aunt Shimizu” She explained crossing her arms. The brunette chuckled shaking his head, “Nothing gets past you huh?” He asked rhetorically, ruffling his daughter’s hair. “Nope!” She exclaimed smiling brightly. You could only stand back and watch your boyfriend interact with his child, he was a good dad.

“So since you know, what do think of Y/n?”

“She’s nice.. nicer than mom. You should keep her”

Suzuki said, causing you to smile slightly. You weren’t exactly the biggest fan of Michimiya back in high school and especially after you found out what she did to Daichi. So to hear you were nicer than her from her daughter felt good, you can’t lie. Daichi raised an eyebrow, “Oh really? Well, I plan on keeping her around” Daichi stated, smiling at you, “what do think about that?” He inquired turning back to his daughter. The twelve-year-old glanced at you,

“Can we do more spa stuff?”

“Absolutely”

“Can you do my nails again?”

“For sure”

“…what about my hair?”

“Suzuki, of course. I want to spend more time with you”

You said moving next to Daichi and bending down in front of her. The pre-teen looked suspicious, “You sure? You’re not just saying that because my dad’s here? Because we’re a package deal. You can’t have him without me. And I’ve been told I’m a handful” Suzuki stated. Daichi snorted while you laughed slightly. “Yes, I’m sure. Don’t worry, your dad is a handful too” You said whispering the last part. Suzuki giggled, “Okay fine. My dad seems to like you so I’ll give you a chance”. You smiled and gave Suzuki a fist bump,

“Thank you, a chance is all I ask for”

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To Be Loved (2/?)

Prompt: Perhaps, you understand Harry Potter better then anyone else. Perhaps, it’s why, when your eyes meet his for the first time, you feel an instant connection. Perhaps, it’s why, you love him.

Based off of: The Harry Potter Series  Pairing: Harry Potter x Black/Tonks!Reader, slight Fred Weasley x Black/Tonks!Reader A/N: THE SECOND PART IS HERE!! I hope you all enjoy :)

“You’ll be fine, love.”

“Besides, you were jumping with exciting only yesterday.”

Pursing your lips at Andromeda and Ted’s words, you shake your head, your little legs moving quicker than theirs to keep up with their speed. Ted was kind enough to push your trolley for you, but that only meant you were wringing your hands together in nerves every few seconds because you had nothing else to hold on to. 

“But this is different,” you try to explain, glancing up at your parents as you finally, finally slow to a stop in front of nine-and-three-quarters -- which your parents explained to you involved walking through a wall between platforms nine and ten, which acted as a pathway to get to the actual station. So as not to alert muggles or have the possibility of them every wandering in there. 

Ted turns to face you with a funny smile, shaking his head. “How’s this different, pumpkin?”

Letting out a cry of distress, you pull at your hair shaking your head. You don’t see it, too busy dying with your own stress to, but Andromeda sends Ted an exasperated glance before she moves to crouch in front of you. She gently grasps your wrists, pulling your hands away from your face, before settling her comforting grip on your arms and smiling at you. “Love,” and her next words don’t surprise you all that much, because she’s always been magically good at just knowing what’s wrong without you having to explain it.

“We’ll write to you as often as we can,” she smiles, brushing back your hair, tucking it behind your ears. “I can’t wait to hear about what house you’re sorted into, and know that no matter what house, Ted and I will be proud of you. Nymphadora said she’ll write to as often as she can as well. And, i’m sure Lupin will be plenty happy to hear all about your adventures at Hogwarts.”

Ted steps forward, setting a hand against his wife’s shoulders. “And we’ll see you for summer, where you can tell us everything in person.”

Sniffling faintly, you steal your nerves, a genuine smile managing to curl onto your lips as you nod up at them. “Thank you,” you whisper, stepping back as you move to straighten out your clothes.

“Well, then,” Ted calls, glancing at his watch, “we should get you going. Don’t want to miss the train on--”

Just then, the familiar sound of Mrs. Weasley bustling about echoes, interrupting your what your father had been about to say. “It’s the same every year, packed with muggles. Of course. Come on!”

A smile curls onto your lips, head turning to the left just to catch sight of Mrs. Weasley herself, hand tightly gripping her youngest, Ginnny’s, hand. Behind her is Percy, the twins and Ron.

“Platform nine-and-three-quarters this way!”

Andromeda steps forward with a light smile; “always did like leaving it to the last minute, huh, Molly.”

“Oh, Andromeda!” Molly greets, eyes crinkling with warmth as she lets her eyes wander across the three of you. “How nice it is to see you, you as well Ted. And of course, little Y/N,” she bounds down at you, smile brightening and shining with glee. Mrs. Weasley always had a wonderful way at making you feel at home. “Excited for your first year?”

You nod, moving to answer, but the twins interrupt you.

“Of course she is!” Exclaims Fred, rushing forward to fall next to your side, grinning from ear to ear. George mimics his expression completely.

“Because now she can join in on our fun!” George agrees, nodding down at you.

You smile up at him, cheeks warming just faintly. The twins have always been super nice to you, well, all of the Weasley’s always have. But you’ve always gotten along with the twins the best despite them being a few years older then you. And even though Molly always got mad when they tried to involve you in any of their many pranks, it always made you laugh nonetheless.

“We can be the dream team we’ve always meant to be!” They call together, each wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

Ted and Andromeda just laugh, Molly seems absolutely appalled.

“You will not get Y/N into any trouble at all!” She calls, pointing a firm finger at the two. “Especially not on her first year.”

They resign, agreeing to their mother’s wishes with a sigh. But you don’t miss the subtle wink they send your way.

“Now, Percy, you first. We’re going to be late.”

The eldest of the Weasley’s there, because Charlie and Bill had already graduated, rushes forward, going clean through the brick wall and what you can assume, appearing on the other side. It’s the first time you’ve seen it in person despite Ted and Andromeda explaining it to you in detail so as to make the first trip on you as easy as possible.

“Now, Fred.”

“He’s not Fred,” George calls to his mother (because you’ve always been really good at telling, hence why the twins love you so much), “I am!”

“Honestly, woman,” Fred adds, dramatically adding to the scene which causes you to shake your head, stifling a giggle. “You call yourself our mother?”

“Oh,” Molly frowns, shaking her head at herself, before gesturing towards the pathway. “I’m sorry, George.”

He lines himself up to run through, pausing just before he does to grin mischievously at his mother. “I’m only joking! I am Fred!” And George is quick to follow, if anything to avoid his mother’s wrath.

Ted and Andromeda turn to you, just as Molly turns to Ron, the two of you making eye contact of uncertainty given that this is your first year. Ron and you had always been decent friends too, though things were a little awkward given then he seemed to not have the slightest clue on how to talk to girls. He could be a bit snappy with you at times too, but you knew he always meant well. And there seemed to be this understanding between the two of you that if you two ever needed a friend, especially at first, then you could go to each other.

“Excuse me!”

Blinking at the sound of a new voice, your eyes flicker towards a boy no older then you, definitely your age. He’s wearing clothes far too big for him, he has messy jet black hair and glasses that frame his face. As he makes his way over to Molly and Ron, he seems particularly lost and confused. 

“Could you tell me how to..?”

“How to get onto the platform?” Molly understands easily, smiling down at the boy. “Not to worry, dear. It’s Ron’s first time to Hogwarts as well.”

“And our little Y/N’s too,” Ted adds, stepping forward with you in tow. You blink as the boy glances over at you, something odd fluttering in your chest as you meet his eyes. Pushing it back, you smile brightly at him, nodding in what you hope is reassurance.

“Yes, and Y/N,” Molly smiles, “all you’ve got to do is walk straight at the wall between platforms nine and ten. Best do it at a bit of a run if you’re nervous.”

“Good luck,” you call gently, smiling at the boy.

He nods at you, thankful, before you step back, out of the way, letting him line himself in front of the wall. The boy takes a minute to steady himself, obviously nervous, before he starts to run and successfully makes it through no problem.

“Okay, Y/N,” Andromeda calls, setting her hand on your back. “Your turn, love.”

Smiling up at Ted and Andromeda, letter the latter press a kiss against your cheek, you nod, lining yourself up. You glance back at Ron just before you run through, sending him a wink, before inhaling sharply, steadying your nerves, and breaking out into a run. You make it through no problem, appearing on the other side.

You catch sight of the boy from before, and rushing forward to catch up to him, you call out for him; “Hey! Um...?”

“Oh,” the boy turns to you, meeting your eyes with a blink. “Harry. Mine names Harry Potter, and yours?”

Oh, he’s Harry Potter.

You decide not to say anything about it. Harry Potter was famous in the wizarding world, you’ve heard plenty about him and you’re sure he’s tired of hearing about it and seeing people gawk and gasp at the mention of who he truly is. So, instead, you stick your hand out before you, grinning. “I’m Y/N Tonks. It’s nice to meet you.”

And somehow, even if he doesn’t really understand, you think he’s appreciative of it.

-

“Excuse us, do you mind? Everywhere else is full.”

Smiling from behind Ron’s shoulder, you wave at Harry as he turns to the two of you in wonder. He nods as Ron finishes speaking, gesturing before him with a smile; “oh, not at all.”

Taking a seat in front of him, Ron settles into his seat with a bright smile. “I’m Ron, by the way. Ron Weasley. And this--”

“Oh, he knows,” you smile over at Ron, winking over at Harry who flushes, just faintly, at the action. “We met just before getting on the train.”

“The names Harry. Harry Potter,” Harry introduces, leaning forward to stick out his hand at Ron in greeting. However, like you expected, Ron doesn’t take his hand and instead his lips part, gawking at Harry in surprise and disbelief, before his wide eyes fall on you and he all but exclaims;

“You knew! And you didn’t tell me!”

Rolling your eyes, you shrug; “figured he probably was tired of having people react like you every time he told them his name.” You smile over at Harry whose watching you and Ron closely, baffled by the interaction, but clearly very intrigued at the same time. “Besides, he’s just like us. No need to make a big deal out of it.”

Harry smiles softly, but it’s only faint.

“Whatever,” Ron rolls his eyes, shaking his head at you before turning to Harry, a gleam in his eyes. “So-So it’s true! I mean... do you really have the..?” He points at his forehead, and you roll your eyes.

“The what?” Harry questions, shaking his head.

“He means,” you clarify, “do you have the scar?”

“Oh,” he breathes in understand, nodding with ease as he moves to pull back his mess of hair off his forehead. “Yeah,” he smiles lightly, letting the both of you eye it closely. Ron’s far more intrigued then you, but you can’t help but lean forward just a little bit and inspect it closely, frowning as you do.

“Wicked!” Ron exclaims, eyes bright.

Just then, the sound of a trolley approaching echoes. “Anything off the trolley, dears?” An older lady, with a pleasant smile and kind eyes, says, eyeing the three of you curiously.

“No, thanks,” Ron answers first, reaching into his pocket with a small, hesitant smile. “I’m all set.” He holds up the sandwich Mrs. Weasley no doubt made for him for the trip.

You move to answer, reaching for your small amount of allowance Andromeda and Ted had given you, but before you can, you’re interrupted by Harry.

“We’ll take the lot!”

And from his pocket, he pulls out a handful of money.

“Woah.”

Once the older lady from the trolley gave you practically everything, and accepted the money from Harry with a funny smile, Ron had moved to sit next to Harry while you remained on the opposite side, eyeing the amount of candy and treats with disinterest. You’d had a chocolate frog and a lolly but it was all you could really stomach -- besides, you remember Ted telling you about the grand feasts at Hogwarts, and didn’t want to fill yourself up before hand.

“Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans?”

Glancing up at Harry’s question, you eye the candy in his hands.

“They mean every flavour,” Ron emphasizes, nodding, taking a big bite out of something you don’t even want to know. “There’s chocolate and peppermint and also...”

“Spinach, liver and tripe,” you finish off for him, moving your gaze to Harry with a frown. “I wouldn’t trust them if I was you.” But, he’s always popped one into his mouth; and you’re not sure if it’s because of what you’ve said or because of the flavour that he looks disgusted.

“George sweared he got a booger-flavoured one once,” Ron explains, shaking his head.

That seems to be enough for Harry to pull the jelly-bean from his mouth.

“These aren’t real frogs are they?” In his hands, he holds a chocolate frog package, eyeing it curiously and somewhat apprehensively.

“Of course not,” you assure him with a smile.

“It’s a spell,” Ron explains. “Besides, it’s the cards you want. Each pack’s got a famous witch or wizard. I’ve got about five hundred meself.”

Harry pulls open the box, and your eyes widen when you notice the chocolate frog from within getting ready to jump. Sitting up, your eyes narrow in worry, “oh, do be careful--!” But it’s too late. You watch with your own eyes as the chocolate frog jumps up onto the window, and then out of it, being blow back by the force of the wind.

“That’s rotten luck,” Ron sighs, “they’ve only got one good jump in them to begin with.”

Flipping the card open, Harry’s eyes widen; “I’ve got Dumbledore!”

“I’ve got about six of him.”

Rolling your eyes at Ron, you shake your head. “Still, for his first card, that’s a lucky wizard to get.”

Nodding, Ron agrees with you; “true, true.”

“Hey!” Harry suddenly calls, causing you to blink in surprise. “He’s gone.” And leaning forward, you indeed see that the picture where Dumbledore had once been is now blank and black.

“Well,” Ron laughs, “you can’t expect him to hang around all day, can you?”

Harry’s eyes lower to his rat. 

“This is Scabbers,” Ron explains, “pathetic, isn’t he?”

Harry shrugs; “just a little bit.”

“Well, I think he’s cute,” you smile, leaning forward to pet the rat you’ve seen multiple times before when visiting the Weasley’s. The two boys look at you like you’re crazy.

“Fred gave me a spell to turn him yellow,” Ron begins, “want to see?”

Harry’s eyes brighten, “yeah!”

“Hold on,” you call, reaching out for Ron who simply continues to ignore you. “I’m not so sure that’s a--”

He doesn’t listen, grabbing his wand and pointing it at Scabbers, just moving to say the spell before he’s interrupted by a girl, definitely your age, stepping in front of the door to your seats, glancing around. All three of you turn to look at her in wonder as she simply sighs, shaking her head; “has anyone see a toad? A boy named Neville’s lost one.”

Ron shakes his head, want still pointed; “no.”

“Oh,” the girl exclaims, eyes brightening. “Are you doing magic? Let’s see, then.”

You shake your head; “i’m still not sure--”

“Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow. Turn this stupid, fat rat, yellow.”

You frown. That didn’t sound like much of a spell.

It certainly doesn’t turn Scabber’s yellow. It doesn’t really do much of anything, actually.

“Are you sure that’s a real spell?” The girl calls, pulling the attention back on her as she eyes Ron warily. “Well, it’s not very good, is it?” You don’t miss the way Ron turns to you and Harry, shaking his head as if appalled by the girl. “Of course, I’ve only tried a few simple ones myself... but they’ve all worked for me.”

She pulled out her wand from her robe, moving into the room and stepping past you to take a seat in front of Harry. You move out of her way with a blink, watching her carefully and curiously. “For example,” she begins, pointing her wand at Harry. “Oculus Reparo.” And just like that, she fixes Harry’s glasses, who pulls them off his face in astonishment. “That’s better, isn’t it?”

He turns to look at Ron, then you, and you simply just shrug. Clearly, this girl knew her stuff.

“Holy cricket, you’re Harry Potter!”

And there someone goes, gawking at him again.

“I’m Hermione Granger,” she introduces, before turning to you. “You?”

“Y/N,” you smile gently, blinking, “Y/N Tonks.”

She nods, then turns to Ron, and her smile fades, “and... you are?”

“I’m Ron Weasley,” he introduces, mouth full of food.

“Pleasure,” she says dully, somewhat disgusted. You have to admit, she’s definitely entertaining. “You three better change into robes,” she explains, eyeing you all. “I expect we’ll be arriving soon.” And just like that, she stands, moving to leave, before pausing by the door, eyes zoning in on Ron. “You’ve got dirt on your nose. Did you know?”

Turning to Ron, you notice he does, indeed, have dirt on his nose.

She points at the spot on herself; “just there.” And Ron is quick to rub at his nose.

She moves to leave, but you move to stand, calling for her. “Oh, hold on, Hermione!” You call, ignoring the looks of surprise from Harry and specifically Ron as you move to follow her. “I’ll help you find the toad.”

Might as well make some friends. And, even if the boys seemed annoyed by her, you thought she seemed interesting.

She, just briefly, perks at the mention, a soft smile curling onto her lips as if that’s the last thing she expected you to do before she eases, nodding, leading you off down the hall.

You glance back at Ron and Harry, waving with a smile.

-

After what could only be describe as possibly the most magical experience of your life, you finally find yourself stood in the halls of Hogwarts. Hagrid, the very tall and giant man who’d taken you to the castle -- who Harry somehow seemed to know too -- bid farewell just outside the doors, making sure everyone got inside safely

You stood close to Hermione, whispering to her amongst the rest of the chatter about everything the two of you were seeing while walking up the steps, the two of you stood behind Harry and Ron. Your heart was hammering against your chest rapidly, knowing what awaited you, but also fascinated and enamored by everything you were seeing around you.

It was unlike anything you’d ever seen before.

You’re met at the top of the stairs by an older lady. Professor McGonangall. She’s wearing a witches hat and beautiful long green robes. She has a tight lipped smile on her face and you can tell that’s she excited by the faint gleam in her eyes, but can’t miss the stern look on her face. Almost instantly, you know this is a woman you do not want to disappoint.

“Welcome to Hogwarts,” she greets brightly, “now, shortly you’ll pass through these doors and join your classmates. But before you take your seats you must be sorted into your houses.” Your breath hitches at the mention. “They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff... Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Now, while you’re here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you points. Any rule-breaking and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points wins the house cup--”

“--Trevor!”

You jump at the sudden call, eyes blinking to find a boy rushing forward, grabbing a lone toad off one of the steps. That must be the Neville Hermione mentioned.

Noticing the look the lady sends him, Neville swallows thickly; “sorry.” Before falling back into the crowd.

“The Sorting Ceremony will begin momentarily.”

She turns, walking through the two big doors that await all of you.

“It’s true then,” a voice calls, catching your attention. You turn, eyeing the boy with blonde hair and a nasty looking smirk on his face. His attention is solely on Harry. “What they’re saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.”

The announcement catches the attention of plenty others, all eyes glancing towards the boy, whispers passing through the crowd.

“This is Crabbe and Goyle,” Draco introduces, nodding towards the two boys stood next to him. “And i’m Malfoy.”

Malfoy... why did that name seem familiar?

“Draco Malfoy,” he finishes, stepping in front of Harry. 

You wince when Ron snorts, instantly pulling Draco’s attention on him, who eyes him with a glare. “Think my name’s funny, do you? I’ve no need to ask yours,” he sneers, eyeing Ron up and down. “Red hair and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley.”

Not liking the tone he speaks in, your eyes narrow dangerously and you step forward to say something in the defense of Ron, but Hermione’s latching onto your hand before you can. When you turn to look at her in bafflement, she simply shakes her hand, worried, and turning back to Draco, you relent with a sigh, swallowing thickly to bite back your anger.

“You’ll soon find out some wizarding families are better than others,” Draco adds, eyeing Harry. “You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort.”

You inhale sharply and Hermione tightens her grip on your arm.

Sticking out his hand, Draco smiles at Harry; “I can help you there.”

You have no doubt in your mind that Harry will decline Draco’s offer, even if you’ve only known the boy for a short while. And you’re only proven correct when Harry simply glances down at his hand, before glancing back up at Draco, face expressionless. “I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks.”

You can’t help the small smile that curls onto your lips, finally easing off.

Just then, Professor McGonagall steps forward, walking back towards you all, tapping Draco on the shoulder to move off. He does so, but not without a final glare Harry’s way.

“We’re ready for you now,” she smiles. “Follow me.”

Everyone does so with ease, and your bright, wandering eyes drift across the great hall in wonder, amazed.

“The ceiling’s not real,” Hermione begins to explain to you, pulling your eyes momentarily away from everything to glance over at her. “It’s bewitched to look like the night sky. I read about it in Hogwarts; A History.”

You read a lot, you think. But don’t voice your opinion.

The Professor steps up to stand, gesturing you all to stop and wait before her. You can’t sight of the Sorting Hat behind her, eyeing it carefully and in anticipation, your hands starting to wring together once more.

“Now,” she greets, “before we begin... Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words.” She turns, gesturing to an older man behind her. The Headmaster. Your stare up at him with a childlike wonder -- having only ever heard about him before, it feels like a dream to see the famous wizard in person.

“I have a few start-of-term notices I wish to announce,” he calls aloud. “The first ears, please note... that the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden to all students. Also, our caretaker, Mr. Filch, has asked me to remind you,” you glance back at who he gestures to, eyeing the unfriendly looking man and his somehow, even unfriendly-er looking cat. “That the third-floor corridor is out of bounds.to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death.”

Well, that’s certainly a warning.

“Thank you.” He simply sits back down.

Pulling open the rolled paper in her hands, Mcgonagall begins to explain; “when I call your name, you will come forth. I shall place the Sorting Hat on your head...” She picks it up in gesture, “and you will be sorted into your houses.”

Quite a few names are called before your own. Including Hermione, who whispers soft encouragements to herself, and Ron, who looks promptly terrified; they are both sorted into Gryffindor. That Draco Malfoy is called and is sorted in Slythering and just a few others. But then, finally, your name is called -- “Y/N Tonks!” -- and it takes you a moment before you get the nerve to even step forward.

But you find it within yourself, somehow, and soon find yourself sat, feeling the weight of the Sorting Hat fall on your head.

Gryffindor like my father. Gryffindor like my father...

It’s the only thought that runs through your mind. Even though you knew Ted and Andromeda would be proud of you no matter what. Even if you knew they’d been in Ravenclaw and Slythering, respectively, which were great houses. Or that Nyphadora was a Huffelpuff herself... there’s something about being able to share just one thing with your father.

You didn’t know anything about him beyond the few stories the Tonks had told you, one of them being that he’d been a fierce Gryffindor. You’d be proud to be in any house, but there was something special about being able to be in the same house of your father who you never, unfortunately, got the pleasure to meet before he passed.

The Sorting Hat hesitates, thinking, pondering and then, what couldn’t have been a few minutes but felt like eternity, it calls out;

It best be... Gryffindor!

-

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Hold Them Closer ~ Ch.15 [Jaskier x assassin!reader] || Witcher

A/N: THIS IS IT EVERYONE. The end of the second series!! I can't believe it's already here :O 

I've been writing this series for so long that it feels like a part of me is being taken away, but I know this isn't the end end. I can already see myself thinking of more adventures, whether it be through another complete series or small one-shots.

That being said, thank you to anyone and everyone who interacted with this series! I love you all so much and I really appreciate the support you've given to me in the past months (oh my god, MONTHS!!!).

Anyway, that's enough from me. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did :,) feel free to send me an ask/message to talk to me about what I'm working on, or to cry over this series with me ❤️Much love!

Summary: Epilogue.

Warnings: sparring, mentions of death/blood/killing, fluff!!, happy ending :)

Words: 2,886

Please Don’t Plagiarize My Work!

The leaves had just started falling once more. It seemed like the world was covered with an auburn tint; wind picked up every now and again, lifting some fallen leaves with it. You breathed in, imagining the smell of a fresh pumpkin pie. One with the perfect amount of crust, topped with roasted pumpkin seeds. It made you smile, thinking of your mother’s bakery, and you made a mental note to ask her to make you one next time you visited.

But now was not really the time to be thinking about such delicacies.

“Are you even watching?” Theo grunted, her brow covered with sweat. Despite her using a majority of her energy to glare at you, she still managed to block Jaskier’s attack. He slid his sword from her own, letting it fall to the ground.

“Of course I am,” you lied, holding back a laugh at Jaskier’s groan.

“How much longer?” He gasped for breath, dragging his sword on the ground beside him.

You pursed your lips, a mischievous look in your eye. “You know I hate that question.”

Jaskier rolled his eyes before glaring pointedly at you. “And you know I hate being beaten by a little girl.”

Theo scoffed, “I’m not—“

“Yeah, yeah.” Jaskier waved a hand in the air, leaning on this sword. “And I’m not a devilishly handsome bard.”

You snorted at Theo’s expression: she scrunched her nose — more like her entire face — before kicking at the sword Jaskier leaned on. As he nearly toppled over, you scoffed a laugh. “Alright, Mr. Bard. I’ll take over.”

Theo’s eyes widened as you picked up your own sword. “Really?”

“Yeah.” You winked at Jaskier as he passed, not missing the sigh of relief that left his lips. As you stood in front of Theo, you cracked your neck dramatically, “Why? Are you afraid?”

She smirked, readying her stance. “Not at all.”

You raised a brow, gripping your sword with both hands. “We’ll see about that.”

Theo had gotten much better in the last couple of weeks — not that she was bad to start; she had the basics, along with the little things she picked up from her real experiences. She was easy to teach, you soon learned — much easier than Jaskier. More recently, she was becoming close to an actual challenge to spar with, though you wouldn’t tell her that for quite some time. She had an even bigger ego than Jaskier, and feeding it would only make her sloppier with her swings.

It hadn’t taken much convincing for your mother to allow Theo to train with you. That didn’t mean it didn’t take any at all — at first, your mother was hesitant. She knew you were trained by Rauf, after all. But Jaskier told her how good you were at teaching, that even with him you held back a lot. It was then that she explained she was more worried about Theo putting herself in danger after the training. When you told her Theo was a fighter at heart, that training or no training she would find herself in countless dangerous scenarios…well, your mother agreed that it was better for her to thrust herself into danger with actual training rather than just the basics.

Getting Jaskier to spar with the girl so you could watch her form and techniques…that was a feat that took a lot of convincing, over several weeks. But of course, you won him over.

“I see why you like staying on this side of the yard,” Jaskier remarked, falling dramatically on his back with a grunt.

The property that your mother helped you and Jaskier find was much larger than you’d expected, especially for the cost. Your mother said she got a deal on it because she ‘had a way with words’ (whatever that meant), but still — there was a long dirt path leading up to the cottage, along with a yard surrounded by forest. The yard was perfect for sparring, as the three of you would come to realize; besides that, there weren’t any other properties nearby, not for a couple of miles. It was a short ride to your mother’s village, but other than that, it was pretty secluded.

And perfect.

Despite Jaskier’s loud sighs of relief, you and Theo barely acknowledged him, eyes trained on each other, daring the other to make the first move.

As you suspected, Theo swung her sword first. She was still a bit impatient when sparring, and though having the drive to fight was good, it could also get her in trouble.

You blocked her attack with your sword, pushing back on it so she was forced to move back. You began circling each other again, challenging each other to make the next move.

Once again, Theo swung. This time, she spun herself around for more impact, probably hoping to push you off your feet. But just as you taught her, you kept your stance strong, easily blocking her attack with your sword.

She huffed, sending you a look that could only make you smirk. She was getting impatient already. By the glare she sent you, it would only be a matter of time before she messed up her attacks.

Of course, you were right. After she swung at you a couple more times, taking a step further for each swing, she missed the trap you were setting. As her brow furrowed in frustrated concentration, setting up swing after swing just for it to be blocked, you decided enough was enough.

With one swift movement, you stepped out of the way of her sword, hearing a loud thunk as it landed in the tree behind you. You stood back with a smirk, watching as she tried to pull the sword from the tree — as she grunted in frustration, you thought back to one of your earlier training sessions with Jaskier, only then, he got his sword stuck in the tree on purpose.

Theo let out a final grunt as she finally got her sword unstuck from the tree, only to fall on the ground from pulling so hard.

Theo landed on her back with an ‘oof’, her eyes wide with disbelief as you walked over to her. “Patience is a virtue, Theo. Sooner or later you’ve gotta learn that.” You plunged your sword in the ground beside yourself before leaning over with an outstretched hand. Despite Theo’s initial reaction — of course, rolling her eyes — she took your hand, not bothering to dust off her pants as she stood up.

The sound of Jaskier’s claps made both of you roll your eyes and turn in unison, crossing your arms at the bard who was still sitting in the grass.

“Bravo, bravo! I’m so honored to have witnessed the fight of the century.”

“I’ll show you the fight of the century,” Theo growled, throwing up an aggressive middle finger. Before she could do anything else, though, the sound of hooves on the dirt path not far from the three of you drew everyone’s attention.

As soon as she knew it was the witcher, Theo turned to you with a hopeful look. “Lunch break?”

You pursed your lips with a nod, and that was seemingly enough for her to go running off to greet Geralt as he dismounted Roach.

Your lips lifted into a smirk as you made your way over to Jaskier. He was still slumped in the grass, now leaning on his hands behind him and looking at the sky. As soon as he noticed you, he smiled, grabbing the hand you reached out towards him and using it to pull himself up. Instead of letting you go, he lifted your hand so it hung around the back of his neck, and used his other hand to pull you closer by your waist.

“Hello there, love.”

You rolled your eyes as he leaned in to kiss your neck, soft and sweet. You felt a slight shiver as he buried his head in the crook of your neck, feeling the smile on his lips against your skin.

You snorted despite the fluttery feeling echoing in your chest, “You smell awful.”

“So romantic,” he mumbled into your shoulder, taking a moment before pulling away. He wiggled his eyebrows and placed another soft kiss on your lips — you sighed into the kiss, using one of your hands to pull him closer by the back of his neck. You felt your whole body relax, as it usually did around him, before pulling away.

Jaskier kept his hands wrapped around your waist as you looked over to where Geralt and Theo were talking; well, it was mostly just Theo talking. Ever since she had spent more time around the three of you, she seemed to get more comfortable. She was still sarcastic, a little rude, and sometimes, in Jaskier’s words, unbearable — but now, every time Geralt visited, she couldn’t help but talk his ear off.

You still weren’t sure if Geralt minded or not. If he did, he wasn’t showing as much — yet.

As you watched Theo pet Roach’s muzzle, using her other hand to gesture as she spoke, your mind flipped back to your mother. It felt like so long ago that you were reunited with her, and at the same time, it felt like yesterday. Really, things had changed so quickly for you — and still, it was like you had been waiting for this life for an eternity.

You blinked, finally turning back to Jaskier. He was swaying slightly in his spot; you hadn’t even noticed he started humming under his breath as he looked at the sky above, his hands still on your waist.

“I don’t think I ever said thank you.” Your voice made him raise his eyebrows, his attention being put back on you. You licked your lips when he tilted his head in confusion. “For…for coming with me to find my mother. And for bearing with me on the journey. I…don’t think I would be sane without you.”

Jaskier snorted, quirking a brow. “I would argue that you would be completely sane without me.” You rolled your eyes, but the sincerity in his gaze made your smirk fall. “And…I would come with you to the edge of the continent and back. No hesitation.”

You couldn’t help your brows from forming into a frown. His words always seemed to surprise you, especially when they were so sincere. If you would have told your past self that someone like him would be with someone like you…you probably would have slit your own throat, to be blunt. But looking at him now, with his pink-lipped smile and loving eyes — you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You didn’t wait any longer before grabbing his face in both hands and kissing him again, only separating when you physically couldn’t breathe any longer. Jaskier blinked at you in surprise, his lips quickly lifting into a smirk.

“Would you be up to sparring together later? Perhaps…in the bedroom?”

You let yourself smile at the man in front of you, shoving him playfully as your skin heat up. “Shut up, bard.”

Jaskier tilted his head, lifting his arms out beside him. “That’s not a no!”

You paused, taking your bottom lip between your teeth. “No, it isn’t.”

Leaving Jaskier with a goofy grin on his face, you jogged to catch up with Theo and Geralt before the witcher’s ears started bleeding.

By the time you caught up with them, it looked as though the light was slowly draining from Geralt’s eyes. Once he saw you, though, he straightened in his spot. He bowed his head in greeting, eyes flitting from Theo and back to you. You shook your head, almost not believing that he thought he could get away with greeting you with a nod. Walking right up to him, you wrapped your arms around his large armor in a hug.

You stepped back, noticing that Theo had finally stopped talking. It only took you a second to notice the griffin’s head attached to Roach’s back.

“I see you’ve been busy.”

Geralt nodded without having to see what you were talking about. “I was on my way to get the reward. Thought I’d stop by.”

You quirked a brow. “Just to say hello?”

“Not exactly.”

“You have a job?” Theo interrupted, her eyes eager with curiosity.

Geralt kept his eyes on you. “Actually, yes.” You tilted your head, urging for him to continue. “I got a job in the last town over. I thought you might be interested.”

“I am.” Theo stepped away from Roach, jutting her chin up. You rolled your eyes, knowing she only did that when she wanted to seem older than she actually was.

Without responding, Geralt tilted his head at you, ever so slightly. It was a question, and you didn’t miss it. You raised your brows at him, as if in a silent discussion.

You almost wished he hadn’t brought it up, especially in front of Theo. But as you thought about it, about Theo’s training and her eagerness to join you on different jobs — well, you thought that maybe it wasn’t such a horrible idea. Maybe having Theo come with you on a job — to see what it was really like in this lifestyle — it could be like…an apprenticeship.

Theo noticed the silent discussion you and Geralt seemed to be having. She swiveled her head back and forth between the two of you, trying to decipher whatever it was that was going through your minds. After another moment of contemplation, you took a sharp breath in through your nose.

Letting out a final sigh, you nodded. “Why not.”

Theo blinked at you, processing the meaning of your words. “You mean…?” You fought back a smirk and nodded, watching as her mouth gaped at you. “Are you serious?”

As you were about to respond, Jaskier placed an arm around your waist, nodding to Geralt as Theo stared you down. You leaned into him slightly, smiling at the girl in front of you.

“Sure. If your mom says it’s okay.”

Theo’s gape turned into a frown — if she could have physically deflated her whole body, she would have. Shoulders sagged and pout in place, she crossed her arms over her chest. “She’s your mom too.”

You laughed, not expecting that response. “I’ll put in a good word."

Theo mumbled to herself, turning back to Roach with a glare. While she was busy cursing you under her breath, Jaskier nodded at Geralt once more.

“Geralt. How have you been?”

Geralt’s eyes looked between the two of you, a small smile on his lips. “Not nearly as good as you, it seems.” He turned to Roach, reaching for something in the satchel. You and Jaskier shared a look as he searched, only turning back when he cleared his throat.

In his hands was a large bottle of fine ale.

Jaskier lifted his arms with a big laugh, his smile wide with delight. “Oh, how I’ve missed you, you absolute beast of a man.”

You thought Jaskier might run up to Geralt and give him as big of a hug as you did, but instead, he turned to you and placed a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

You could practically hear Theo roll her eyes. “Get a room, you two.”

Jaskier smirked, winking at you before putting his arm across your shoulders. “Oh, we have one alright.”

You laughed again as Theo let out a fake gag. She kept her nose scrunched as Geralt and Jaskier began walking up to the house, only lowering it once they were out of earshot.

Your eyes watched her in amusement as the two of you followed them to the cottage. Before you could stop yourself, you turned to her with a smirk. “You want to know how we met?”

Theo rolled her eyes, not bothering to look at you. “I don’t know. Do I?”

You nodded, your eyes now trained on the back of Jaskier’s head. As the memories flooded you, you felt a mixture of guilt, amusement, and disbelief. Part of you couldn’t believe that the story was true, especially knowing where you were now. It felt like that was a whole other person who walked into the Novigrad inn with only blood on their mind.

Theo was looking at you now, curiosity getting the best of her. You smiled, a laugh escaping your lips as you spoke. “I tried to kill him.”

Theo’s scoff was powerful. “Very funny.” She watched you, waiting for you to tell her the truth. When you didn’t confirm that you were kidding, she nearly stopped in her tracks. “Wait, you’re serious?”

“Dead.” You smiled wide, reveling in the look of disbelief on her face. With a shrug, you pursed your lips. “But that’s a story for another time.”

“Now. I think that's a story for now.”

“What is?” Jaskier was turned around now, holding the front door to the cottage open for the two of you.

You smirked as you passed him, leaning in with a wink. “The story of how we met.”

Jaskier’s eyes sparkled, “Oh, have I got a song for that—“

“No!” Theo yelled, and despite Jaskier's sour expression, you couldn’t help but let out a hearty laugh.

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the end :,)

#the witcher #the witcher imagine #jaskier imagine #jaskier #jaskier x reader #dandelion imagine #geralt of rivia #jaskier self insert #self insert #reader imagine #imagine #kyd #htc #hold them closer series #my writing #fic #the witcher fic #jaskier fic #dandelion fic #henry cavill #joey batey #writing

[breadboybin]

Under Spell

MC asks out hufflepuff!Soobin ft. gryffindor!Beomgyu

or

Soobin is a shy boy

//so i absolutely love hp and will never be able to resist writing hp aus... haha and im not on my actual laptop so all my headers for my shorts so far have been very lq and im too unbothered to fix them lol. anywayyy, hope you guys enjoy!

You sighed as you stared out the glass-stained windows dispiritedly, chin digging into your palm as you waited impatiently for Beomgyu to show up. The lazy big-mouthed Gryffindor had claimed that he wanted to head to Scrivenshaft’s since he had lost his last working quill. You were pretty sure you saw his Slytherin friend… Yeonjun was it?… slipping the quill from his bag when Beomgyu told him he could take it in exchange for a Pumpkin Pasty. However, the pastry was never placed and Beomgyu obviously forgot.

If you were in a better mood, you may have had the decency to remind Beomgyu of the supposed exchange but an hour late was enough of a reason not to.

As you blew at a strand of hair that fell into your face, your arm suddenly jerked from underneath you forcing your head to drop as it lost its only source of support. Immediately, you felt a hand on the back of your head accelerating your face towards the table. In defense, your other hand punched the body behind you as you turned your head back just in time to see the perpetrator.

Beomgyu doubled over with a face full of pain before he cracked a grin at you nonchalantly.

“You’re an hour late Beomgyu,” you grumbled before grabbing your potions book and slamming it against his arm firmly.

“Okay! Okay!” He threw his hands up in defeat before he pried the book from your fingers. “I’m sorryyyy. I got caught up in a round of bets and let’s just say today has been a very lucky day.”

You rolled your eyes at him before finally moving from the spot you had been seated in for the past hour, stomping away.

“I don’t even know why I waited for you,” you growled in annoyance as the Gryffindor chased after you with a cheerful laugh.

Beomgyu cooed as he bent sideways into your view, flashing his pearly whites while waving your book around, “Because I’m your best friend and you owe me.”

At the mention of owing him something, you halted and glared at him with as much menace as you could muster. It wasn’t everyday that you owed Beomgyu something. In fact, it was usually the other way around because owing Beomgyu meant getting into trouble you didn’t need to. If you asked anyone, most people only owed Beomgyu in extreme cases of desperation and you didn’t remember being that desperate recently.

“I don’t owe you, why do you say I owe you,” you hurriedly questioned him without trying to voice any panic.

Without as much as an answer, Beomgyu grumbled what you made out to be “Honeydukes, tomorrow, 5pm.” before you were suddenly shoved into the corridor.

Dumbfounded, you barely caught yourself as you stumbled wildly trying to steady yourself when a yellow and black scarf came into your view. You followed the stripes up to the face of its owner before your eyes widened in surprise.

Staring back at you just as wide-eyed was the tall and inexplicably shy Hufflepuff you had been crushing on for the past few months. Breath stuck in your throat, you simply stared at him while he stared back, unmoving like an animal caught under the Whomping Willow.

“Eh-herm!”

At the sound of Beomgyu coughing loudly behind you, you automatically found control in your limbs and mind again. Embarrassed, you straightened your posture and brushed away the nonexistent dirt on your robes before smiling softly.

“Hi Soobin,” you broke the silence with wavering confidence as you tried your best not to be so self-conscious of how you were looking at that second.

An obvious blush broke out across the boy’s pale cheeks as he slightly jumped in his spot in front of you.

“H-hi,” he managed to reply cutely in comparison to his usual timid whispers.

“W- hm, where are you headed?” You decided to ask, trying to drag the conversation on a little longer considering you didn’t get many chances to interact with the skittish Hufflepuff. Despite having a few classes with him and using them as excuses to ask him for notes or for his help (even though he tended to be incorrect when it came to Herbology), those interactions never seemed to last nearly as long as you wanted.

Soobin smiled, revealing his adorable dimples before adjusting the strap of his book bag on his shoulder, “I’m on my way to tutor Hueningkai on Potions.”

“Ah, Hueningkai… I’ve heard of him. He’s on the Quidditch team for your house right?” You hurriedly wracked from your mind, remembering Beomgyu mention him here and there whenever they had practice matches. If you remembered correctly the energetic boy was a Chaser.

Soobin’s smile grew wider at your supposed knowledge of the young wizard. With an enthusiastic nod, he seemed like he was going to continue off of your comment when your conversation was interrupted.

“Soobin!”

The shout was loud and seemed to bounce around the corridor from behind you.

You turned to see Hueningkai waving widely from the other end of the hall to Soobin before he started coming towards the both of you.

“A-ah, well we were planning to study in the Great Hall,” Soobin sighed with what you hoped was disappointment in having your conversation cut so shortly. He simply nodded to you with that and began walking away.

As you turned to watch him go, extremely disheartened, you spotted Beomgyu face palming from around the corner where he had been watching the entire time. With his reaction, you were suddenly reminded of the nonsensical set of words he had sputtered before shoving you away.

It all made more sense now and in all honesty you weren’t sure how Beomgyu had even figured out Soobin’s schedule for the following day, but you weren’t about to waste his appreciated efforts. You didn’t think you were  desperate enough to get involved in his mischievous shenanigans either, but this time would be a definite exception. Totally worth it.

“Soobin!” You hurriedly shouted before he could get too far away.

The tall boy turned around with expectation clear on his face as he waited for your next words.

“Would you like to go with me to Hogsmeade tomorrow? To Honeydukes,” you decided to start with. You knew Beomgyu would be giving you an earful for chickening out last minute and not completely asking Soobin out directly.

Soobin looked at you with slight confusion before he repeated your words slowly, “Honey…dukes?”

You grinned widely and nodded eagerly, “At five pm.”

A few seconds of silence passed as Soobin pondered the thought, eyes drifting to the ceiling before he looked back towards you.

“You mean… like a date?”

You could see traces of pink dusting his cheeks again as he tried to remain calm in front of you, despite his eyes showing exactly how flustered he was feeling.

Feeling the confidence you had just a moment ago suddenly slip away, you felt your own cheeks burn up as you nodded carefully.

“If… you want to…”

At your response, Soobin immediately broke into a smile, his dimples peeking out again to tease your already sprinting heart.

“It’s a date.”

#txtwritersnetwork #soobin scenario #txt scenario #soobin scenarios #soobin #txt scenarios #harrypotter!au #hufflepuff!soobin #ft. #gryffindor!beomgyu #hufflepuff!hueningkai #breadboybin

[dirt-cup-draco]

Sirius x Reader - More To You

sirius black x slytherin!reader?? where she prides being a slytherin but doesnt support voldemort. something where sirius mightve judged her way too early because shes wearing a green tie. enemies to lovers? 😳 bonus points if she hates her parents too.. thanks luv 💝

You were sick of those stupid Gryffindors and their stupid pranks. All weak you had been the victim of hexes, dungbombs, and even a shitty play during a quidditch game. That bastard, Potter, was a seeker! Why had he felt the need to ram into you, sending you spiraling towards the ground? And for what? Nothing! You had never interacted with the four mischievous boys yet they wanted to make your life a living hell. Miserable gits.

It was today that you hit your limit. You were tired and admittedly paranoid. You packed up your bag after some light reading during lunch and slid off of the bench, saying goodbye to your fellow Slytherins. You had nearly gotten past the doors of the Great Hall when you heard a voice you wished you didn’t recognize. You turned your head however, but found you deeply regretted it when a goblet of Pumpkin Juice was tossed into your face. You sputtered and shuttered as it dripped from your hair, staining your robes and leaving you feeling sticky. 

A chorus of laughter erupted from the students of all houses but the loudest was the laughter of the marauders. Why did they find such enjoyment in making your life miserable? You wanted to scream, ask them why, make them feel miserable. Instead, your bottom lip began to quiver and tears began to leak past your closed eyelids. You used the sleeve of your robes to wipe the pumpkin juice from your eyes but it seemed the tears were only getting started. 

You were too embarrassed to say anything. Instead you sent a glare to Sirius Black as he stood in you, empty goblet dripping as McGonagall rose from her seat, speeding down the isle to deal her punishment to the boys she sometimes wished weren’t in her house. Without a word you sped out of the Great Hall, still dripping pumpkin juice all the way to the dungeons where you shed yourself of your soiled robes and uniform, letting the steady stream of water from the shower mix with your tears. 

You were tired of those boys and you were tired of feeling miserable because you weren’t in their house. Sirius Black seemed to be the worst of them, He was always heading the group when it came to pranking you. Bullying was more accurate, though. You didn’t go to dinner that day, you didn’t even finish out your classes. You were too embarrassed. You stayed in your dorm, head buried underneath your sheets as you sniffled to yourself. You could take a joke but this had become far more than a joke and you weren’t invincible. 

Sirius figured you would have at least gone to potions. He sat fidgeting in his seat, completely ignoring Slughorn as he went on and on about Lily Evans and how she had made the potion perfeclty, as always. He laughed knowing Lily hated the attention. James ate it up though, his girlfriend was the smartest there was, well next to Sirius of course. He was a bit of  genius. He had the idea to toss pumpkin juice in your face. 

It had seemed worth it, even if he lost fiftty house points. Anything to make a Slytherin upset. They were miserable kids, the whole lot of them and he didn’t feel bad. At least, that’s what he told himself. It turned out he wasn’t feeling very proud of himself by the time dinner rolled around. You hadn’t gone to anymore of your classes it seemed and you weren’t seated next to your friends. You got to know someone’s schedule when you were busy trying to prank them. 

But McGonagall had pointed out something to him. What he had done was just plain mean. She had lectured him in her office, fingers pinching the bridge of her nose. “You made the poor dear cry, what has she done to you? Correct me if I am wrong, but you two aren’t acquainted? I see no reason for your actions towards Y/L/N,” 

You were a slytherin. That was the reason. You were a stuck up pureblood who had everything handed to you on a silver spoon. You could do no wrong. Probably. He actually wasn’t sure. It was true that Sirius didn’t know you. He wasn’t proud of making you cry, however. He was expecting anger. 

A week passed by and he hadn’t seen you once. It was good, he told himself. He didn’t want to see your bratty face anyways. He was going to go spend time with the Potters during Christmas but he had a few late assignments he needed to catch up on before leaving school. James and Remus had promised to see him Christmas Eve. He was walking down the empty corridors and he caught a glimpse of you turning the corner. 

What were you doing here?

He followed, hot on your heels as you sped up after sneaking a glance behind you. “P-please leave me alone Black! I’m just trying to go to the library,” You pleaded as you kept up with your swift pace. 

“I’m not going to do anything, just cool it Y/L/N,” He said, his legs long enough to catch up to you even as you refused to slow down.

But he found himself three steps ahead of you when you paused abruptly. “Do you even know my name?” You seethed. 

“Uhhh,” 

“Of course not! You make my life hell, you embarrass me in front of everyone, you treat me like I am some monster and you don’t even know my name Sirius!” You finally snapped. “So please, for Merlin’s sake, leave me alone!” You pleaded as his jaw dropped. 

“Wait!” He hollered after you as you began walking again. His hand closed around your shoulder and you jumped at the contact, taking a long step back to put distance between yourselves. “Tell me your name then,” 

“What does it even matter?” 

“You’re right, I’ve made your life hell and I don’t even know you,” Sirius shrugged. “I didn’t mean to make you cry the other day, I’m sorry for that,” 

“No, you aren’t sorry, you are just upset you lost house points.” You scoffed, staring at the ground but not running away just yet. You were curious as to what he had to say even if your heart was pounding in alarm. You were positive you were about to be a part of another joke but there was no one around to witness it. Surely he wouldn’t be so cruel with no audience. 

“I did feel bad, not just because of the house points. Minnie really chewed me out for what I did to you,” 

“Minnie?” You asked in confusion.

“Um, McGonagall,” He chuckled with mild embarrassment. 

“Good...” You muttered, shuffling your feet. “Now if that’s all you wanted to say I am going to leave now. It’s great that you wanted to clear your conscience and all but I don’t really forgive you,” 

“One more thing,” He said, arm shooting out to grab your shoulder again but a glare from you had him dropping it quickly. “What are you doing here during christmas?” 

You let out a mirthless laugh. “Beats being home. Believe it or not, I’d rather you throw pumpkin juice in my face every day rather than go home to them,” 

Sirius could understand the feeling. He hadn’t stopped to consider that you would. “I see we both hate our parents,” 

You nodded, eyes finally meeting his. You had a sadness there that he found disturbed him more than anything. “You can only take so much of their shit before you stop wanting to come around. I may be a slytherin, Sirius, but I am a good person. I may be a Y/L/N, but I don’t agree with them and I never want to be a death eater. I may not be a gryffindor but that doesn’t mean I am worth less. You are a bully and I am tired of being judged and messed with,” You spoke honestly and Sirius felt sick to his stomach. “So please, just leave me alone,” 

It wasn’t often he felt guilt for what he did but right now he couldn’t have felt worse. He really didn’t know you. He hadn’t even tried. Because he was angry at his family and the world he had taken it out on you without a second thought. “I’m sorry,” He said lamely as you headed off to the library. He was positive you heard him but you just sighed and shook your head. He knew that wouldn’t be enough. 

Sirius realized he should stop burning bridges before he had the chance to cross them. There was much more to you than he realized and now he was sure you would never forgive him. 

#sirius black #sirius #sirius black x reader #sirius x reader #marauders #marauders era

[dreammthief]

In Your Arms

Requested: yes / no

Rating: M

Warnings: language and reference to sex

Words: 3.5k

Prompt/Summary: Some friendships are based on mutual respect and admiration, while others stem from relentless banter and mischief. This one is a bit of both with a dash of mutual pining. 

Pairing: Theodore Nott x slytherin!reader

A/N – I figured since my name claims that I write, it’s about time I started doing that. I do have an AO3 and FFN account where I post fuller fics and one-shots, but I decided to keep short fics like these (especially reader inserts) to tumblr only. You can join my tag list for any notifications of new postings for fics by sending an ask with a ☆ (requests are open for any hp pairing!).

“Salazar’s balls, I’m such a fucking idiot.”

“No arguments here.”

Theo rolls his eyes. He slings his school bag over his shoulder and rakes a hand through his unruly hair. While the motion was probably meant to make his hair fall handsomely over his face, you can’t help but laugh as it only seemed to make it worse. 

When everyone files into the classroom and begins unpacking their things as Professor Slughorn drawls on about another one of his charming ex-students, you turn to Theo and arch your eyebrow. 

“So, what did you do that caused you to realize you’re such a fucking idiot? Other than look in the mirror this morning,” you add with a smirk. Draco snickers and elbows Theo playfully, who huffs indignantly.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, L/N?”

“It’s less that I actually care what you did and more that I know you want to talk about it.” 

Theo is about to respond when Professor Slughorn waddles over to the table where you and your fellow Slytherins are huddled about two cauldrons. You straighten immediately, the brilliant student you are – which is to say you are not a teacher’s pet, not like Granger anyway, just that you happen to understand the advantage of pretending to care about a Professor and their subject when in their presence – and await today’s instructions. 

Draco and Theo notice this abrupt change in behavior and stifle laughs in their robes. 

For good measure, you kick each of their shins under the table.

“Oh-ho! Why aren’t you all already in your groups? Two and two – Yes – There you go – Ah, no, no. This won’t do. Malfoy, you go with Zabini. Nott, you work with L/N.” He beamed at them once he was satisfied, then waddled over to the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor students. You catch him muttering, “Nott could use all the help he can get, bless him,” and turn back to Theo with a knowing smirk.

However, your smirk immediately fades when you see Theo is already grinning mischievously at you.

“Don’t,” you hiss, “ruin this for us, Nott, I beg of you.”

“Begging already, L/N? Naturally, I assumed I would have had to work a little harder for that, but I suppose n–”

Theo cuts himself off as your wand finds itself just below his belt loop. 

“So help me, Nott, if you don’t shut your mouth, I will do it for you.”

You narrow your eyes warningly at him, not daring to move your wand; you both know the threat is relatively empty. After all, you’ve only ever hexed students in other Houses and only when they absolutely deserved it… Allegedly hexed, that is. They couldn’t prove anything.

But Theo doesn’t blink. In fact, his grin deepens slightly.

“Is that a promise?” He finally says.

“Begging already, Nott?” You counter, laughing at him and finally leaning away to focus on the actual project demanding your attention. 

–––

The castle was still and quiet. You yawn and rub at your eyes as you trudge through the halls; as deserted as the library had been after curfew, the potions classroom was even emptier. That is, until Nott bound loudly and carelessly into the classroom, throwing his school bag on the floor and falling into the stool beside yours with an exasperated sigh.

When you don’t acknowledge his presence, he dramatically sighs again.

“What?” 

“Aren’t you going to ask me why I’m late?” He prompted, reaching out to steal a dandelion root. He retracts his hand after you deliver a well-deserved smack to it, and his brows furrow momentarily before his trademark smirk lightens his expression. “Hello? L/N? Anyone home?”

“Nott, for the love of Merlin–”

“Salazar’s balls, Y/N, who spit in your pumpkin juice?” He backs away, hands raised, then crosses the workbench to hand you the next ingredient required to make the very complicated Dreamless Sleep potion. “You look terrible. Have you slept at all since we’ve been assigned this project?”

A glare suffices to answer the question for you.

Still, Theo doesn’t let up his rambling. He goes on about the woes of sharing a dormitory with Draco for the fact that he constantly mutters about Potter in his sleep when you finally drop your wand beside the cauldron in frustration.

“Y/N! What the fuck?” Theo shouts, eyes widening in alarm. He rushes over to the cauldron and continues stirring it counterclockwise three turns, then clockwise once. “What the hell is going on with you?” He asks once the allotted time for stirring has passed. 

While the concoction simmers for thirty minutes before the next ingredient must be added – at precisely 11:58pm on the third Thursday since starting the potion which is why you’re both there in the first place – Theo crosses his arms and fixes you with a stern look. 

“What gives, L/N?”

“Nothing,” you groan. 

Theo purses his lips, taking in your sudden urge to lay flat out on the cold floor. “Doesn’t look like nothing to me.”

“I’m tired is all. A bit stressed.”

“A bit?”

“Fine,” another groan. “A lot stressed. I need to get full-marks on this assignment, the essay for Arithmancy is due next week and I haven’t even started it, and don’t get me started on Runes or I might kill myself.”

Theo glances briefly at the potion, then settles on the floor beside you, leaning back against the table leg and kicking out his long legs. 

“Fucking hell, Y/N, you need to alleviate that stress before you implode. Preferably sooner rather than later, because I have no intention of failing this potions project either, and unfortunately that means I need you.”

“Hold on, can you repeat that last bit? I need to commit it to memory and hold it against you forever.”

“Ha, ha,” he counters, rolling his eyes. “You’re a bloody mess, you know that don’t you? Get your shite together, L/N.” 

You huff indignantly, then sit up on your elbows and brush your hair out of your face. “How are you so bloody relaxed? Have you finished your Arithmancy essay or lost sleep because of this ridiculous potion?”

“Not all all,” Theo scoffs. “Then again, I couldn’t be stressed even if I tried. It’s not in my nature. I certainly could never be as wound up as you’ve become. Truly, it’s unsettling.”

“Thank you. That’s so helpful.”

“Come here.”

You blink up at him.

“What?”

“You want me to help you unwind? Come here.”

You narrow your eyes at him, disbelieving the trickster god incarnate himself is not about to abuse your fatigued state for the sake of a perfectly good prank. He purses his lips, then tugs gently at your arm. 

“I’m not going to hurt you, Y/N, for fuck’s sake.” 

Theo turns you slowly then settles himself behind you. Instinctively you tense as his legs extend on either side of yours; you hold your breath because if you dared to exhale, your spine would rest against his chest, and given your vulnerable position, that was the last thing you wanted. 

At least, you muse internally, Theo can’t see the heat rise to your cheeks.

“May I?” He asks. His long fingers hover above your shoulders, and you glance skeptically at them before nodding, not meeting his blue eyes. 

His thumb digs into the trapezius muscle peeking out from your robes, and a hiss escapes from between your lips.

“Fuck, L/N. Your knots have knots.” Theo laughs.

Although Theo is suspiciously good at kneading into your very tense muscles, his proximity and the breath from his lips that tickles your ears only serves to make you more tense. Which is odd because you’re usually quite relaxed around Theo; it was why he was one of your best mates. You always felt like you had the upper hand in every interaction, but not here. You are completely at Theo’s mercy, and what was stranger was that this Theo was somehow the same as your Theo and yet, completely different.

You stand up abruptly and brush nonexistent dirt off your robes. 

“The potion,” you blurt out, dragging your attention from the flicker of vulnerability in Theo’s eyes to the bubbling violet potion on the counter. You busy yourself with adding the next ingredient at precisely 11:58pm, but the next opportunity you have to sneak a look at Theo, you take it.

The familiar glint returned to his eyes, and his trademark smirk spread lazily across his lips.

Perhaps, you imagined the other Theo – the one who was infallibly gentle and soft.

“I know a few other tricks for unwinding if you’re interested,” he taunts, jutting his chin upwards.

“I’m not one of those girls, Nott. I’m not going to sleep with you to de-stress. Dream on.” 

He laughs, packing up his bag and heading for the door with you after storing away the potion for the next evening. “It’s funny how your mind immediately jumped to sleeping with me when I said absolutely nothing of the sort.”

“You alluded to it.”

“Did I?” His eyes dance with mischief in the torchlight as you make your way across the dungeon floor to the common room. “Do you have something you wish to confess, L/N?”

“No,” you snort. “I wouldn’t sleep with you if we were the last two people alive and the human race depended on it.”

Something flashed behind his eyes, but his haughty expression masked it before you could decipher what it might be. 

–––

Neither of you talked about what happened that night. Which was perfectly fine because you didn’t spend half the night tossing and turning and wondering what the blood hell even happened. 

No – Nothing happened.

Theo was one of your best friends and he was just… helping? It didn’t mean anything. Sure, there was that moment where you could’ve sworn he looked hurt when you stood up and scrambled out of his hold abruptly but – but that couldn’t have been right.

You and Theo were mates. 

Bantering and playfully flirting were part of that. 

Your internal anxieties over the interaction, however, presented in decidedly obvious external behavior changes that did not go unnoticed.

At breakfast, you bite your lip before taking the last seat available amongst your friends and try, with every fiber in your being, not to brush up against Theo as you slide into the seat.

“Morning,” you say.

“Morning.” Theo replies, just as drily.

For the most part, you believe you pulled it off, just like you have with every forced interaction with Theo since that night. Unfortunately, you would be very wrong.

Because when Theo leans across you to grab the syrup and his shoulder brushes against yours, you yelp loudly and nearly leap into the air.

Theo, likewise, overreacts and drops the syrup jar, causing the glass and sticky substance to splatter across everyone’s plates.

“Alright,” snaps Draco, grimacing at his syrup-coated fingers with disdain before glancing between the two of you. “What the hell is going on with you two? You’ve been acting very strange.”

“Yeah, what the bloody hell happened?” Demands Pansy, flicking her dark bob over her shoulders. “Did you two finally sleep together or something?”

“What?” 

“Yes,” remarks Theo, idly teaching for his wand and cleaning up the mess.

“No,” you glare at him before facing the others. “We did not sleep together. Fucking hell, Pans.”

“Well you should,” she replied.

“Can we please stop talking about my two best mates possibly shagging? I’m trying to eat here,” shuddered Draco.

Theo laughed and arched a dark brow at Draco.

“You jealous?”

“For your information, Nott, I get plenty of–”

“Cut it out!” You yell, standing up and preparing to leave. “If either of you think anyone here wants to hear about your sexual prowess then I will gladly inform you that you are mistaken. Grow up.”

As you bend to retrieve your bag from under the bench, you overhear Draco and Theo whisper to one another.

“On a scale of 1 to 10, how mad do you think Y/N is with me because of that comment?”

“Nott, they haven’t invented a number high enough.”

Later that week in Runes, Theo drops silently into the seat beside you. You can feel his eyes on you, but rather than indulge him, you opt to stare blankly at the board. By the time you’ve read thrice all the way through, he clears his throat.

“You’re mad at me, aren’t you?”

“Figured that out all by yourself, did you?” You counter, still choosing not to meet his eye.

Halfway through the lesson, in which Theo remained suspiciously quiet, you sigh exasperatedly and whisper to him between copying translations into your notebook.

“I am mad at you. That was completely uncalled for the other day, when you said–”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Are you? Or, are you just bored of only having Draco to banter with and play tricks on?” Finally, you sneak a glance at him and catch a bit of color below his sharp cheekbones.

Good, you think. 

Let him be humbled. He deserves it.

–––

The common room is alive with nearly every student immersed in some form of entertainment. Draco suggests a round of exploding snaps and is met with plenty of enthusiasm from your friend group. 

Theo looks askance at you, and you bury your head further into your book.

For once, it’s not a textbook, and you would rather lose yourself in the fictional world than play a game with Theo.

He plucks your bookmark from the space on the floor between you two and surreptitiously starts to place it on your page.

“Come on, L/N, you’re joining in for a round or two, right?”

“No, I don’t think I will.”

“But it’s your favorite game.” He blinks, then tries for a mischievous smirk. “I’ll make it worth your while. How about we make a wager? If you win–”

“I said no, Nott.”

Draco lets out a low whistle, then begins the game.

You take the bookmark and place it away from his grasp, then resume reading even though you can’t help but feel a little elated that Theo thought of you. When he turns to face the game, you can’t help but notice that his heart doesn’t seem in it anymore and smile to yourself as you flip to the next page.

An hour or so later, you make your way from the common room and down the hall into the potions classroom. It’s quiet, and you take a moment to let the pleasant silence wash over you before retrieving your potion and checking on it one last time.

It was due tomorrow, and although you finished it a few days ago – in an incredibly awkward and tense session with Theo – you can’t help but take another look just to make sure. It had to be perfect.

“I figured I’d find you here.”

Theo stands in the doorway of the classroom; normally, he leans against bannisters and doorways with unfathomed arrogance and cool, but not this time. His shoulders are tense, and his long limbs are rigid. 

Slowly, he makes his way over to you, but despite the obvious height difference, he appears small.

“Everything’s perfect I presume? Just as we left it.”

You nod, crossing your arms over your chest.

He sighs, then turns on his heel and takes a hand through his hair.

“Fuck, L/N.” Theo makes a noise somewhere between a cough and a chuckle, then continues. “Everything is weird between us. What went wrong? What happened?”

“What happened?” You repeat, trying not to swoon at the familiar scent of parchment and pine needles that is characteristically Theo; something you don’t want to admit to yourself that you missed the past few weeks, but you did. “What happened, Nott, is that you have intimacy issues.”

“I have intimacy issues?” 

“Yes.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me, L/N.”

“Hey,” you start defensively. “You’re the one who made things weird between us with your stupid unwinding technique.” 

“I was trying to be nice!” He argues, throwing his hands in the air. “Bloody hell, Y/N, you were so fucking stressed, so I just figured – You know what? That’s not on me. You’re the one who made it weird by pretending it didn’t happen at all afterward.”

“You didn’t talk about it either!”

“Because I could tell that you didn’t want to. Again, I was trying to be nice!” He inhaled sharply, then exhaled slowly. “Listen, I know I said we slept together and that was wrong, but–”

“Oh, really?”

“Oi, I’m trying to apologize here,” he groans. “I feel bad enough about everything without you making it infinitely worse, alright? I deserve it, I know I do, but – just –”

Theo taps his fingers on his thigh, barely containing himself from visibly exploding. You can tell there’s something else he wants to say, so you stay quiet and let him tick, tick, tick like an exploding snap ready to fire. 

“I like you, ok?” Theo practically shouts, startling you. He, however, leans into the outburst. Words begin spilling out of his mouth so fast you almost struggle to string them together. He is turbulent water breaking through a dam. “I like you. I think I always liked you, Y/N. I just – We always fight and banter and mess around which is easy and nice. It makes it bearable, I think, to have you so close to me but also so far, but then – then you were in my fucking arms and I couldn’t – I can’t.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, fixated on his widened blue eyes.

“You were in my fucking arms, and then you weren’t.” Theo says, chest heaving. “I didn’t know badly I needed you in my life, like that, until that moment. Then you said that thing about never wanting to be with me even if we were the last two people on the planet and – and again at breakfast.” 

He paused momentarily to hold up his hands in surrender. 

“I know, fuck, I know I said some things that were uncalled for, but it was a joke. It was a stupid fucking joke because I couldn’t – I still can’t – bear the thought of you thinking of me like that. Like being with me is so unthinkable that you–”

Theo cuts himself off and finally looks away from you to stare at his feet. You take the brief respite to blink back the tears welling in your eyes.

“I hated when we were apart and I’m sorry, really truly sorry, for how I acted. I need you, Y/N. I didn’t know how badly I needed you until you were gone, and I swear I’ll never make that fucking mistake again. Fucking hell, can we please just go back to the way it was before?”

Finally, you take a deep breath and uncross your arms, wiping your slightly sweaty hands on your jumper.

“You want to go back to being friends?” You clarify.

Theo’s head snaps up. “Merlin’s beard, no. I don’t want that at all. I want – Err–”

“You want more?” You ask, and he nods, clenching his jaw as he awaits your response. “I didn’t know you felt that way.”

“Well, I do.”

“Good.”

“Good?”

“Come here.”

“Seriously?”

“Nott, don’t make me say it again–”

But your words are lost in the night as Theo wastes no time taking you back in his arms, causing you to gasp as your feet leave the floor. His nose brushes against yours, and you close your eyes, inhaling the sweet smell of parchment and pine. 

“May I?” He asks, lips lingering dangerously close to yours as the words leave his lips. It takes every ounce of strength you have not to make a smartass retort; instead, you close the space between you and him as a way of response. 

The kiss is sweet, slow and romantic. It’s everything, and when it ends, you can’t imagine spending another minute of your life not kissing Theodore Nott. 

“Why haven’t we been doing this all along?” Theo says.

“We might have if you had simply said something rather than joke and mope like a complete child, Nott.” You counter with a derisive smirk to pair.

His breathy laugh skating across your flushed cheeks; his hands are trailing up and down your spine while your hands are conversely tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck, holding on for dear life.

“Salazar’s balls, I’m such a fucking idiot.”

“No arguments here.” 

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Alec and Cleo | Jackrabbit

For @dreams-of-the-arcana​ who requested 8. Flirting with the other from the Arcana Interaction Prompts! Title: Jackrabbit by San Fermin

As the band finished their first set of the day in the Town Square, Alec let out a deep sigh, stretching her arms over her head. She was exhausted, having stayed up late the night before transcribing another one of the band’s songs. Her wrist still ached, covered in dark ink, and she set down her tambourine to nurse it for a moment, frowning slightly. 

A cheery voice came from behind her. “You look like you need a break.”

Alec straightened up, glancing back towards the familiar voice. When her blue eyes met green ones, framed by curling red hair, a wide grin spread across her face. “Cleo!” She embraced the other women warmly, her energy renewed.

Cleo’s beautiful, musical laugh reached Alec’s ears as she hugged her back. “Hello!”

Letting go of her friend, Alec sat down on the edge of the fountain, throwing her long braid over her shoulder. “Come to brighten up my day, dear?”

Sitting down next to her, Cleo’s hair bounced with her movements. “Oh, of course—though it’s a hard competition against your smile, darling.”

“You flatter me, my beautiful angel—there’s none more stunning than yours,” Alec grinned, tilting her head up in challenge.

Cleo gave the smallest of nods in acknowledgement, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “No one could be sweeter than you, pumpkin.”

Their eyes glinting mischievously, the two women launched into a ferocious flirting battle, each trying to outdo the other with more and more ridiculous pet names.

“There’s no one as cute as you, bunny.” Cleo twitched her nose and Alec felt her grin widen.

Alec had to bite her lip to keep from completely losing her cool, leaning closer to Cleo. “Cute maybe, but not as lovely as you, my harp-string.”

That earned Alec a snort from Cleo, who quickly composed herself, clearing her throat. “Nor as creative as you, my ink-pot,” she said, running her thumb over an ink stain on Alec’s wrist.

Struggling to hold back their mirth, they grew increasingly desperate, glancing at the people and the market around them to try to find new names. 

“Pomegranate of my eye,” Cleo said, biting back a laugh as she raised a fiery eyebrow at the musician, waiting for her retort.

Pursing her lips, Alec’s eyes searched the immediate area, landing on one of Asra’s favorite vendors. “My darling, uh... skink... feet?” She offered, wrinkling her nose up as the phrase left her mouth.

“What are you two talking about?” Alec and Cleo looked up to see Leon standing over them, arms across their chest.

As the musician quirked their eyebrow in question, the two women’s masks crumbled, and they collapsed into a fit of giggles, doubling over each other in their desperation to explain to a very amused Leon what they had just been doing.

Eventually, when it became clear that neither of them would be able to explain, Leon just smiled, shaking their head. “Come on, Sirène, it’s time for the next set.”

“Okay, okay!” Alec wiped a few tears from her eyes, still giggling. “I’ll see you around, angel.” She stood up from the fountain, but not before giving her friend another quick hug.

Cleo grinned, wiping her own cheeks dry. “See you, pumpkin.”

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Never Happened // Harry x Reader

A/N: it gets real steamy y’all and I’m not talking about the food!!! This request was so perf I love it. Also it’s pretty long oops. Enjoy babes!!

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Holidays are always a hot spot for food, but also for social interactions. Neither you nor Harry were ever up for too much of the latter. Thankfully, Caitlin and Iris always made sure that leftovers made their way back to the two of you, via a quick breach from the West house to Star Labs. This year they’d gone all out and practically cooked a separate meal for you guys. Pies, turkey, mashed potatoes with gravy, and of course grandma Esther’s pasta salad. Moments after leaving the blue light shined through the Cortex again as Cisco popped in with a bucket in his hands. “We forgot whipped cream.” He gestured the bucket with a throw towards Harry, who barely catches it as it spirts at him, and he grimaces at Cisco. “Next time don’t throw the white substance at the man in ALL BLACK, Ramon.” With a wave and a nod he disappeared back into the breach.

Glancing at Harry you notice some of the cream has spilled onto his sweater. He’s staring down at the tub of cool whip in his hand with so much anger that could only truly be directed at Cisco. Finally he huffs and sets the tub down, pulling his black woven sweater off over his head. For a brief moment his shirt is caught, exposing his abs and torso. While his face is covered you unabashedly stare. If only you could just reach out and graze him with your fingers.. Hearing another breach open snaps you back to reality, spinning in your chair to quickly see Cisco carrying four more dishes of food, each precariously topped upon the other.

Peeking out from behind the stack of leftovers, Cisco glances between you and Harry a few times before finally speaking. “Cecil told us to get the leftovers out of her house before they end up on her thighs.” You chuckle, finally standing to help put the various dishes on the table. Harry makes his way over, spoon of cool whip in hand and pointed at Cisco. Before anyone says another word you watch as he flings the spoonful directly into Cisco’s face. You cover your mouth to stifle your laughter while Cisco let’s the cream flop to the floor, a trail of it left on his face where it slid off. Slowly he turns to Harry, who is now deliberately and slowly cleaning off the spoon in his mouth. As humorous as the situation is, you can’t seem to tear your eyes from Harry’s lips. Once he pull the freshly cleaned spoon away, he licks his lips torturously slowly. Almost on cue Cisco snaps you from your trance again with his voice. “MINE was an ACCIDENT.” He yells to Harry, who couldn’t be bothered. “Don’t care.” Harry states flatly, walking right past Cisco to your side. Keeping your mouth shut, you started filling your plate with food. It hadn’t occurred to you how hungry you were until there was about eight different kinds of side dishes in front of you.

As the boys keep bickering throughout the room, you set yourself down and finish your meal. From inside the lab you can still hear them going at it. “I’ll HAND WASH the damn thing!” Cisco’s voice carries as they make their way back to the food table. Harry shrugs, throwing the sweater at his face. “Don’t care.” He repeats. Those have been the only words he’s said to any of Cisco’s attempted, half-assed apologies. With a frustrated growl he picks up a handful of mashed potatoes, eyes glistening with mischief. Harry glares daggers. “Ramon... don’t you—“ He’s sharply cutoff by a face full of potatoes. You gasp softly, giggles escaping past your hands this time around. Cisco laughs heartily in Harry’s face. “Now THAT was on purpose.” He beams, wiping the remaining potatoes from his hand on Harry’s undershirt. “And I’m not washing that.” Once he’s done speaking Cisco opens a breach between the boys and yourself. “That’s all folks!” He chimes as he steps in, Harry however already had a full pie in his hands ready for Cisco’s smug face.

A bit late though, as he threw the pie the breach closed, letting it through to you. All you felt was cold, sticky cream and pumpkin guts cover your neck and chest. For a few seconds you sat there completely frozen. Harry was too, looking a bit scared for your reaction. “That— That was not supposed to happen..” he states softly, hands out as if in an attempt to help but he didn’t know how. A low chuckle leaves your throat as you wipe the pieces of pie from your face. Silently you make your way to the food table, thinking you’ll grab napkins or a towel. Just as your hands meet the table though, a better idea sparks in your brain. Taking a deep breath you turn to Harry. “So you’re just gonna stand there basking in the aftermath of your throwing skills? Or lack there of?” Your tone is teasing, with a hint of playfulness that you’re trying to hide. He sighs and walks over with a towel in hand. “I’m.. sorry.” He blurts, eyes darting down to the floor. While he’s not focused, you slip a handful of cranberry sauce behind his back.

“No worries, I’d say we’ll be even..” You pause long enough for him to look up in confusion, as you slowly slide the sauce around the side of his neck and up his chin to his face. His expression is priceless; surprised, shocked, defeated just to name a few feelings he emoted. An eruption of laughter takes over, and you lean against the table to brace yourself for a moment. Your biggest mistake, because it gave Harry just enough time to sling a spoonful of potatoes at your forehead and into your hair. With a dramatized gasp, you begin grabbing fistfuls of pasta salad to hurl at him.

For the first time in God knows how long, you hear Harry laughing. His smile lights up his entire face, the entire room rather. It stuns you for a second and you get a little lost in the sound of his laughter. This gives him more than enough time to put a palm full of cranberries to your cheek. His hand lingers for a moment as he stares at you, his smile even bigger. “Somehow you’re prettier covered in food. Didn’t think that was possible.” Harry huffs out a laugh as he pulls his hand away to lick the fruit juice from his fingers. You’re frozen again, his words rolling around your brain and your eyes fixated on his fingers, his lips, the smacking sound it makes when he slips a finger from his mouth. You’re jolted back when the cranberry sauce from your face falls on your chest. “Ooh that’s cold!” You squeal, grabbing for something to wipe it off with but every towel is dirty now. Harry let’s out a small laugh, hints of a smirk tugging at his lips, before handing you his sweater. “Here. Ramon has to clean it anyway.” His smile is still there, but it looks much more mischievous now. Was it because he enjoyed the idea of Cisco washing his clothes? Or did he have other ideas?

You wipe the food from yourself with the sweater, the soft fabric gentle on your skin as to not scratch it. When you’re done you toss it to him, but he deflects and just lets it hit the floor. “I’m alright, I got it.” Harry shrugs, moving to take off his undershirt. Your face flushes, and you turn away to asses how ruined your clothes are, and to compose yourself. With a sigh you realize your dress is all but trashed. Starting for the door you explain yourself on the way. “I’m gonna see if Iris has anything here I could change into—“ You stop when Harry’s hand grabs your wrist gently, forcing you to turn to his half naked figure. Instantly your eyes go to his torso before his face, which brings a grin to his lips. “I’ve got clothes here, I’ll find you something warm.” He pauses, realizing he’s still holding your wrist, and let’s go abruptly. “I mean, if you’d like.” He adds shortly, same old Harry. You smile softly up at him, nodding. “Yeah, that’d be great, thanks.” Expecting him to move you take a step forward, but he’s dead still, staring at your dress. “Let me go wash that before any stains set.” He states before his eyes move back to yours. Snapping his fingers hastily he motions towards you. “C’mon, off it goes.” For a moment you’re stunned by the idea of stripping in front of him - FOR him - but his snapping snaps you out of it and you nod as hastily as he moves.

“Some help?” You turn your back to him and move your hair aside. There’s a pause as Harry takes in what you’re asking of him. “The zipper?” Looking over your shoulder you barely notice Harry swallow dryly, as if to gain some sort of self control, before he reaches up to pull the zipper down past your rib cage. Once he’s done he takes a step back as you let the dress fall from your body. Along with it you kick your heels off and to the corner. Harry kneels to pick your dress up, and upon standing reaches a hand out to touch your neck. He lingers for a few seconds, his touch warm on your cool skin. Seconds later he clears his throat and brushes a bit of potatoes from your shoulder. “You had, uh.. food.” Harry clears his throat again and holds your dress up in his hand. “I’m gonna get this washing.” Without another word he saunters off into the hall.

While he’s busying himself you decide its best to try to clean the mess the two of you had made. You manage to sweep and wipe down the tables before Harry comes back, but he walks in to find you half bent over and attempting to wipe whipped cream from a white board. You don’t notice him, your back and backside exposed to him. Having trouble reaching one of the edges of the board, you lean further in over the table and let out a frustrated groan. To Harry however, it’s just tightening the knot forming in his stomach. Coyly he leans against the doorframe of the Cortex, simply watching as you’re bent over the table. The ideas rolling through his mind are the farthest from scientific at the moment. As he’s watching you however he notices your foot about to slip on a mound of food, and he then waits to make his presence known.

Silently he creeps closer until you’re about to fall, and catches you swiftly from behind by pinning you to the table with his hands bracing your waist. A gasp escapes you as you’re falling, but is overwhelmed by the feeling of Harry pressed firmly to your ass. You can feel your face light up like a stoplight as he pins you. “That was a close one..” he murmurs just behind your ear. A shiver runs through you and you just nod, the butterflies in your stomach paralyzing your vocal chords. Harry keeps his hands firmly on your waist, his body pressed to yours, his breath against the back of your neck. “You know, you’ve got a little cranberry sauce..” he pauses his raspy voice to lean close to your neck, lips brushing your skin as he speaks. “Right here..” a split second later his lips are on you, suckling your skin gently.

Immediately you melt into him, a soft and appreciative hum slipping out of you as your head tilts back to give him more access to your neck. Feeling his lips curl into a smirk against your skin, Harry moves his lips up your neck, gently kissing and suckling your skin to small, faint hickeys. Another small moan leaves you and that takes Harry from zero to a hundred. His hand moves down past your panties, his fingers gliding to your clit to rub small but deliberate circles. As he does so your back arches, pushing your ass tighter against his growing bulge. Harry groans and lets his other hand find your breast, slipping past your bra to massage gently before flicking his fingers against your nipple in sync with how his fingers toyed with your wetness. Your head leans back against his shoulder with a low groan, and he brings his lips back to your neck but now to nip at your skin. Every sound he elicits from you only drives him crazier and crazier. Your legs start to shake at how he’s playing with you, and Harry takes the cue instantly. His hands move back to your waist to spin you and lift you onto the table. Wasting no time now, you undo his belt and jeans while he continues kissing up and down your neck and chest.

As soon as you have him stripped you notice just how hard he is and it makes your mouth water more than any of the food did. Bringing your hands up to his neck you pull him to your lips, finally kissing him with all the heat and fervent you’ve been saving for this moment. Now Harry groans, slipping his briefs off in a swift movement. His hands fall to your hips again to pull your panties off and fling them away, other hand reaching behind to unclasp your bra. With both of you stripped you pause, to take everything in and admire each other. For the first time you see his expression soften, and he presses a small kiss to your lips before speaking. “Do you.. want to keep this going?” His voice is low and soft, almost like if he spoke too loudly he would shatter this moment. You don’t respond, just smile brightly and pull him to you with another passionate kiss. Thankfully Harry is a smart man and understands, lining himself up to slowly enter you.

Both of you let out labored sighs, the feeling of him filling you taking your breath away completely. Your arms flung around his shoulders you both start to rock your hips in sync to the other. Watching as Harry’s eyes close he groans lowly, a growl in the back of his throat. Without warning he thrusts hard into you, a load and squeaky moan radiating out of you to fill the Cortex. Harry growls again, as if to show his appreciation for the sounds you’re making. Again he slams into you, again you squeal and whine for him. His pace picks up and with every thrust you’re gasping and moaning for him. Bringing a hand down he starts furiously rubbing your clit, a loud and shaky moan falling from your lips. He slows his thrusts just long enough to pant into your ear. “Lemme hear you scream my name..” His voice is raspy and low and unbelievably sexy, and as soon as he finishes speaking his thrusts pick up intensity even harder and faster than before. Again you cry out, this time giving him what he wants. “Ha-Harry! Fuck..” you feel his muscles tense under your fingers, the sound of his name from your lips making his hips jerk out of rhythm. Rubbing tight circles against your throbbing bundle of nerves, he thrusts hard into you twice as he growls at you. “Again..”

Both of your breathing labored, you arch your back as he plays with you, letting your head fall back as you scream his name again and again. “Harry.. fuck me.. I-I’m—“ you’re cut off by your own moaning as he slams into you, but holds still. Harry’s fingers slow, but don’t stop. Teasingly he presses to your clit, rubbing side to side as he simply watches your face contort with pleasure. Minutes go by of him achingly slowly rubbing you before he slowly pulls back, just to slam hard into you again and again.

“Harry!” You exclaim, clutching to his bulging arms as he rails you. A guttural and gritty noise erupts from his chest as he forces himself to pull out of you, to cum into his hand. His free hand still pleasing you, he begins rubbing harder and faster until your legs are shaking and trying to close around his hand. It’s mere moments before he has you sent into euphoria, eyes fluttering closed as you whine and gasp for air. You hear Harry hum affectionately as your juices cover his fingers, and he simply watches you come undone at his touch.

Without another word Harry captures your breathless lips in a passionate kiss. With all the strength you can muster you kiss back, pulling him to you by the back of his neck. The two of you stay there, kissing and reveling in your moment as long as you can. From a distance you hear the washing machine beeping that your load is done, and Harry groans against your lips before pulling away. “Not like I want you to put it back on anyway..” His voice is soft but still as sarcastic as ever. Both of you smile knowingly, and he helps you off the table before handing you your bra. “I’ll let you have this back.” He winks before jogging off, naked, to put your dress in the dryer. You take the opportunity to jump in the lab shower to get the food off you and out of your hair.

Minutes later Harry comes back in a pair of Star Labs joggers, holding a pair and a sweatshirt for you. You smile before taking them, narrowing your eyes at him. “What, no shirt for you?” An eyebrow arched in his direction. Another smile with those beautiful dimples and he shrugs. “You seem to like me like this, figured keep the lady happy, no?” Harry does a little twirl, motioning to his abs with a grin. You roll your eyes playfully as you pull the sweatshirt on, pulling the sweats over your naked bottom half. “By the way, where did my underwear end up?” Looking around the room you can’t seem to find them anywhere in sight. Turning to Harry he’s smirking, but shrugs as if he has no idea. Before you can say another word, you hear voices from the hallway. Harry looks at you and you both mouth “never happened” in sync before you both bust out laughing at the other, just as everyone floods into the food-covered Cortex.

“Oh.. my god.” Iris blurts, eyes darting all over the room before landing on you and Harry. Caitlin and Cisco laugh at the copious amount of food still covering Harry but not you. “So I guess we all can see what you’ve been doing..” Joe mumbles, elbowing Barry. All three boys’ mouths drop for a moment before they compose themselves. “Something you’d like to share with the class?” Harry banters, and you look at him to see a knowing glint to his eyes. With a crooked smile and a stifled laugh, Barry points to the wall behind you both, where you turn to see your underwear hanging from one of the monitors. Caitlin and Iris follow Barry’s gesture and their eyes go wide before directly turning to you, and seeing how beat red your face is, they all just nod. With a polished and contended grin, Harry slung an arm around your shoulder and walked you past the group and down to his lab. “Never happened..” he mused, warranting a sharp nudge and embarrassed giggle from you before wrapping an arm around his waist.

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[gingerdrab]

Trick or Treat

Ship: Wonwoo x Reader Genre: Fluff, Halloween shit Word Count: 2.8k Summary: Wonu, a shy, quiet boy in your class, overhears you saying that you’ve never celebrated Halloween before. He makes it his mission to change that, since he loves Halloween, and just may have a thing for you… Writer’s Notes: breh I forgot to post this damn sorry lol, i got so super busy with work omgggg. also, I wrote this before the Halloween Vlive so wow thanks Minghao 4 wearing this costume and messing up my fic ugh lol jk ily anyways, hope u like it, this is my first ever Seventeen fic so yeah and it was rlly rushed tbh

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“I can’t believe you’ve lived your entire life from childhood, into adulthood, without ever celebrating Halloween.”

Dara, the rather annoying, loud-mouthed girl who sat next to you in your poetry class, stared at you in utter disbelief after you had casually mentioned that little fact about yourself.

“I mean, it’s really not that big of a deal? It’s just not really a thing where I’m from and it’s my first year being an exchange student here so…”

She continued looking at you as if it were your fault that the entire season of Autumn chose not to exist where you grew up. Class had just ended and all the students were piling up behind you, eagerly trying to get through the doors and out into freedom. It was Friday, who could blame them? You cleared the door and tried to lose Dara in the crowd (lord forbid you’d have to listen to her drone on and on for another minute), walking quickly towards the library.

“Never celebrated Halloween…. Hmm….. But are you gonna celebrate this year, though?”

The question this time, belonged to a deep male voice. One you were sure you hadn’t heard before.

You stopped abruptly and spun around, causing a tall dark-haired figure to almost crash into you. You stared at him in surprise and mumbled an apology. He shook his head quickly, a small smile on his lips, and pushed his round glasses higher up his nose.

“You’re Y/N, right? I’m Wonu.” He introduced himself, his voice quiet and low.

“I…. didn’t know you talked to people” you replied, trying to remember when you’d ever seen him interact with anyone before. He usually sat in the back corner of class and almost always had his nose buried in a book.

“Well, I was curious. About your Halloween situation, I mean.”

“You know, I don’t see what the big deal is. But whatever, I have to go now anyways. Bye.”

You turned around and continued your quest, still a bit confused as to why the shyest boy in the world had chosen to talk to you about something he just randomly overheard.

As you walked onto the courtyard, you wiggled deeper into your scarf, the cold air biting at you. You noticed a shadow growing behind you.

“Are you following me?” You slowed down till you were walking side by side with Quiet Boy.

“I’m going to the library.” He said softly. “But you still haven’t answered my question, though. Are you gonna celebrate this year?”

You began walking up the library steps together. You felt most amused than annoyed by his persistence, so you continued to entertain him.

“I wasn’t planning to. Why are you so interested anyways? Are you the Pumpkin King or something?”

“Aha! So you do know Halloween things at least!” A look of almost victory playing across his face.

You both sat across from each other at an empty table at the end of the deserted library. You studied the boy as he reached into his backpack and pulled out a very worn out novel. You’d never seen him this friendly, or even happy. It looked good on him. He was a handsome guy, you supposed; with his short, messy raven locks, pretty lips, and dark, mysterious eyes. Really handsome, actually. You wondered why you’d never paid him much attention before now.

He looked up at you, your eyes meeting for a while.

“I just really like Halloween. And I think you’d like it too. You should go find some books about the history of it. I know you like that stuff.”

He quickly averted his eyes, blushing slightly from his oversharing.

“How could you possibly know what I like? We’ve literally never spoken before.”

His cheeks and ears turned a deeper shade of red. He looked into his book and replied, “I read your blog. And I always see you in here. You sit and research and write for hours.”

It was your turn to blush. “I-I didn’t think anyone I knew even read my stuff…” you muttered, heavily embarrassed.

He smiled again. “Well, to be fair, you didn’t really know me.”

“Wow, so you’re like a fan then?” you joked playfully. You both giggled, and you couldn’t help noticing how cute he looked.

You started thinking about what he had said. You actually knew quite a bit about Halloween, and you were totally willing to participate in some events. The problem was: you didn’t actually have any friends. Unless you counted Dara. (Which you totally didn’t.) This was only your fourth month here, and you’d been really focused on adjusting to school, and life in general, and hadn’t really had time to make friends. You knew a few people around campus, but not enough to call them friends. You wondered if Wonu had friends. What would he be like with them? Laughing and smiling? Funny? Serious? …..Cute?

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, forcing you out of your little daydream.

[4:01PM] Dara: I saw you talking to that creepy boy from class. Just be careful.

Creepy? You looked up at him, his eyes focused on the words in front of him, barely aware of what was happening around him. Creepy how? Yeah, he dressed all in black every single day and didn’t speak to anyone ever. But you definitely weren’t getting a creepy vibe from him. You ignored the text.

Wonu turned a page in his book, unaware that the way you were staring at him could probably bore a hole into his skull. You looked at the way his eyes flitted across the words, and how his tongue peeked out between his teeth. He was totally caught up in his own little world. It was adorable. You felt content, and finally reached into your bag for your laptop so you could write, thinking to yourself “ohmygod he reads my blog?!”

-

Somehow, your library visits together started becoming a regular thing. You’d both just ‘end up’ at the same table after class, him reading, and you writing, a comfortable silence between you two. It was a week after your initial meeting, and you both sat in your usual spots, this time, feeling just a bit too distracted to do any actual work.

“So you’ve never decorated for Halloween? Visited a pumpkin patch? Carved a pumpkin? Nothing?”

This again. You shook your head for each activity he mentioned.

“You’ve never been trick or treating?”

You laughed. “It’s not really a big deal! Besides, I’m too old for that one anyways.”

Wonu paused, looking at you incredulously. “Excuse me? Too old for dressing up in costumes and collecting candy? That’s the best part of Halloween! I can’t believe you’ve never done it before.”

You smiled at him and leaned your chin into your hand. “I guess I used to want to, when I was younger. But there was nowhere I could, and no one to do it with.”

The small smile growing on Wonu’s lips had a glint of mischievousness to it.

“Let’s go trick or treating, Y/N.”

He looked like an excited puppy. You, on the other hand, were simply confused.

“I’m serious! There’s gonna be a Halloween event on campus. We can dress up and walk around to the different departments… I think we’re all just trying to reconnect to our childhoods here, you know?”

“How do you even know about this?”

“I’m the Pumpkin King, remember?” he said with a smirk. “I’m kidding, my friends are the ones organizing it.”

So he did have friends.

-

Monday morning was fast approaching, your weekend had been a blur. You and Wonu had grown even closer via text, but you kinda wished you had gotten to see him over the weekend. You were simultaneously looking forward to your poetry class, and also dreading it. Dreading it, because there would be a randomly selected Haiku presentation, and you hated reading your work in front of anyone; but you were looking forward to sitting next to Wonu.

You got to class slightly earlier than usual and chose the seat next to the one he usually sat in. You knew it would be empty anyways. “Uh, Y/N? Why are you sitting there?”

It was Dara. Ugh. She looked from you to the door that Wonu had just started walking through and quickly got the picture. Quiet Boy reached his spot and stared at you, a faint blush rising on his cheeks.

“Mornin’” he whispered, while sitting next to you.

“Hi!” you replied, a bit too cheery, embarrassing yourself. Dammit, I seem too eager, don’t I? Your thoughts were racing. The majority of class passed with you sneaking looks to the boy next to you, constantly finding yourself blushing, and once or twice, catching his eye and seeing him turn slightly pinker. Your professor’s voice pierced the room suddenly, interrupting your sweet daydreams.

“Presentation time! Who’s going first?”

His eyes scanned the classroom, searching for either volunteers, or just someone unsuspecting to pick on. You kept your head lowered, anxiety wringing your insides, when you heard the seat next to yours creaking.

Wonu was standing up.

“Uh… I’ll try…”

You stared at him, a mixture of surprise and interest dawning on your face.

“This is… a, uh…. autumn-y thing, I wrote. Um, the theme was kinda open so… I just went with it-

In summer, I saw

Her in the sea of faces.

In autumn, I fell.”

-

Dara wouldn’t stop talking your ear off at lunch. She had heard about the Halloween event that would be taking place on campus and was gushing about what she was going to dress up as and who would be there and other boring things you tried not to take notice of.

“You should come with me! It’ll be your first Halloween thing! You can be something really cute and sexy!”

You turned to look at her, putting on your best annoyed expression.

“I’m already going. With Wonu.”

Dara faked a smile. “I thought you’d say that. Are you two dating or something?”

You sputtered, red tinting your cheeks already. “Wha- No. That’s – no – just stupid. Haha. No!

We’re friends. And he’s not creepy. He’s just… quiet.”

“Hmm. If you say so. I figured after that super obvious poem last class… Whatever.”

She walked away in a huff, much to your pleasure, leaving you to grow steadily more embarrassed just thinking of the poem and of dating Wonu. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t almost totally smitten by him. And even you had thought, or at least hoped, that the haiku he had written really was about you. Was he falling for you too? Did he even mean it like that? As if summoned by your thoughts, the Quiet Boy himself appeared at your side, taking a seat and grabbing some of your chips.

“Hey. I just got out of class.”

You almost choked on your drink. He was so friendly now, it made you both exhilarated and nervous.

“Hey! You nearly killed me, thanks.”

“Sorry,” he chuckled. “I wanted to ask you about the party.”

“Hm?”

“Did you.. have any ideas on what you wanted to dress up as?”

You definitely had at least 17 ideas. You’d never gotten to dress up for Halloween before, so you’d been toying with the idea of some classic costumes. But then, of course, there were the funny costumes. And memes. Would it be lame to try to make it cute or sexy? Stockings, mini skirt, and push up bra? Would it be weird to make it extra scary? Fake blood and gross scar makeup; the full works! You weren’t sure, but you knew whatever you picked, it had to be good.

“I don’t know yet. What about you?”

Wonu hesitated, shifting his gaze from your eyes and onto his hands. “I do. But it’s super cheesy.

It’s, uh, kind of a couple costume.”

You blushed a deep scarlet shade. You knew exactly what he was thinking.

-

Saturday evening found you standing in front of your mirror, applying blue makeup to your face. The costume Wonu had gotten for you was a perfect fit, and you couldn’t help getting more and more excited while you put yourself together. The doorbell to your apartment rang just as you were finished securing your long, red wig. The butterflies in your stomach became frantic with the realization that you were practically about to go on a date with your crush. (I mean, basically, come on)

You raced down the stairs and pulled open the door.

“Hey Sally”

Wonu stood in front of you with a smirk on his lips, looking absolutely handsome in his black and white striped suit and his face in matching paint.

“Hey Jack”

You giggled, feeling a bit ridiculous.

“Is this too much? We’re probably gonna get made fun of, aren’t we?” you questioned, locking your door and getting ready to head to campus with Wonu.

“Probably. But’s it’s definitely worth it. Don’t you think?”

You hummed in agreement, dropping into a synchronized walk with the tall guy.

You arrived on campus to see what could only be described as the Most Extra little Halloween village, complete with carved pumpkins everywhere, fairy lights strung from the trees, skeletons hanging on every corner and cute, spooky ghosts propped up against the walls. The place was crowded with college students mostly in costume, drinking, dancing to music, and just hanging around. A large number were making the trick or treating rounds, collecting candy (and sometimes shots of vodka lmao.) Wonu reached for your hand, and you felt your heartbeat quicken. You looked up at him to see him smiling, a soft blush rising on his cheeks.

“You look so excited. It’s way too adorable.”

He was right. You were the cutest right now, nearly bursting at the seams with delight, and now, even more so as he held on to your hand.

“Let’s go!” You both walked down the makeshift street, which was just the decorated hallway, stopping at each makeshift ‘house’, which were in actuality just classrooms. Each time you stopped, he let you be the one to knock and shout “Trick or Treat!” while almost erupting into laughter each time. At each of the ‘houses’, cute guys stood, giving out treats. They were introduced to you as Wonu’s friends, and without fail, they all teased him about the hand-holding thing. (And yet, he never let go.)

After visiting all the houses, and meeting all his friends, you settled on a bench at the end of the Halloween Street, already half-way through your third candy bar.

“So… I didn’t realize you were this popular. You’re so quiet all the time.”

He sat next to you, reaching over for some chocolate.

“Yeah, I just like to keep to myself. I mean, other than those guys you met, I don’t really talk to anyone else. I know most people from my classes think I’m some creepy guy.”

“I don’t think you’re creepy,” you said, smiling up at him.

“Even with the skeleton makeup?” he laughed.

“…it’s kinda sexy actually.” You felt your cheeks grow hot at your own boldness. Ohmygod, you actually said that.

You took a tentative look at Wonu next to you, who you were happy to note, was wearing a blush that matched yours exactly. He cleared his throat before fidgeting profusely and then said,

“So I … I hope you’ve figured out that this was a, um, date.”

You felt yourself growing braver and more playful at his returning shyness.

“A date? Well you never officially asked me, so I figured ─”

“Remember the haiku I read in class?” he cut you off. Your heart pounded a little harder, your previous glimmer of hope growing much larger in your mind.

“That was about you.”

Your heart practically stopped. In your head, you had turned into a teenage girl fist-pumping in exhilaration.

“Are you saying that you ─”

“I’ve been thinking about you since I started reading your blog. And since I started seeing you writing in the library.”

“Definitely a secret admirer then,” you smirked.

“Definitely. So can this be a date now then?” he questioned you, staring directly into your eyes, suddenly seeming braver than before.

You stared back at him, your gaze flickering briefly to his lips. He was close enough for you to feel his soft breath on your face. The makeup he wore over his eyes and cheeks honestly made him look hotter than usual, which was saying something. You nodded and were barely able to finish saying yes, when he moved forward, closing the space between you, and pressing his lips to yours. You leaned into the kiss, reaching your hand around his neck, and burying your fingers in his hair. You pulled apart from each other, after what felt like an eternity of innocent bliss, smiling widely.

“Good. Cause I really like you, Y/N” He stated, with the most confidence you’d ever seen from him since you started talking. He reached for your hand again, this time intertwining his fingers with yours.

You leaned forward slightly and pulled him in for another kiss. “I really like you too, Pumpkin King.”

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[sad-trash-writing]

Leaf the Falling to Me

AO3 Link

Prompted by @whistlingwindtree for the Quakerider Autumn Collection: “You have a leaf in your hair”

“Wooo!!!!!”

“Gabe!” Robbie cried with a exasperated sigh, “What’s the point of doing all this work if you’re just gonna mess up the pile a hundred times?” 

Gabe jammed down the brake on the right wheel, causing his chair to swing around in a loop to face Robbie. Two parallel tire tracks cut through the mound of leaves that Robbie and Gabe had been raking all morning and Robbie frowned at them. 

“Where’s the fun in having a giant pile of leaves if you can’t play in it?” Gabe reasoned. 

Robbie just rolled his eyes and went back to raking. 

A rattling, clunking sound pulled Robbie’s attention as a rusted out old van groaned down the street and into his next door neighbor’s driveway. The driver hopped out, a woman with short, dark hair, dark makeup and an all-black outfit. She tugged open the back doors, hoisted out a large box, and hauled it into her house. Robbie couldn’t tell exactly what was in the box, but it appeared to be something black. Shocking, given the sulky, goth-y appearance of their new neighbor. 

Robbie had only spoken to her once, when he and Gabe greeted her when she first moved in at the beginning of the month. Gabe had baked a plate of cookies for her and passed them over with an exuberant “Welcome to the neighborhood!” She didn’t really respond, other than to look a bit startled. To be fair, she looked exhausted; moving took a lot out of a person. Robbie was the less sociable brother, but he still had manners. He stuck out a hand and introduced himself.

The woman eyed him up and down and said, “Daisy.” Gabe was the kind to invite strangers in for a chat when first meeting someone, which ‘Daisy’ did not seem to inclined to do. Robbie chanced a quick glance over her shoulder and saw every surface that wasn’t covered in boxes was covered in black or skeletons and he realized he probably didn’t want her to anyway. 

Beyond that, neither neighbor made an effort to interact with the other. The front of Daisy’s house gradually started to resemble what Robbie had seen of the inside. Angry-looking skulls hung around the front door, with more complete skeletons and tombstones strewn about the yard. Giant, fake spiders dangled from the tree and roof and wispy cobwebs covered the shrubs. 

“I think she’s a witch,” Gabe had said, when more spooky decorations appeared in the yard. 

“She’s not a witch,” Robbie had replied, “It’s October. She’s just really into Halloween.”

“Then why does she only wear black?”

Robbie just rolled his eyes. 

~~~~~~

Robbie realized there were a number of other boxes in the back of the van and wondered if he should offer to help Daisy take them inside. She didn’t seem like the type to accept help from a stranger, though, so he thought better of it. The door clicked behind Daisy and Robbie turned his attention back to the leaves. 

Only to find Gabe’s eyes boring into him. 

“…What?”

“I saw that,” Gabe said with a smug smirk. 

“Saw what?”

“You checking out the neighbor. She’s cute. Didn’t know you were into goth chicks, though.”

Robbie sputtered. “She’s not a ‘goth chick’—and I’m not into h—“

Daisy’s door swung open again and she came out for another box. Robbie determinedly stabbed at the leaves with the rake, but he couldn’t fight the urge to glance towards Daisy. 

And it turned out she was already looking at him. Well, something behind him anyway. He caught a twinkle of something in her eyes before they swiveled and met his. Robbie knew he was caught and couldn’t just look away, so he offered an awkward smile and wave. Daisy tipped him a mock salute and turned her attention back to her boxes. 

“What was that?” Gabe asked. 

“What was what?”

“That was the most awkward way to pick up a girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Well, I wasn’t trying to pick her up,” Robbie defended. 

Gabe snorted and went back to helping rake the leaves. 

A few moments later, a voice echoed down the street. “Hey, Gabe!”

A group of boys Robbie recognized from Gabe’s class ran down the street towards them. 

“Mr. Barton’s gonna put a pumpkin in a catapult and he said we could watch! Wanna come?” one of them said. 

“Hell yeah I do!” Gabe replied. He turned to Robbie, who waved him off. 

“Just stay behind the catapult, okay?” Robbie teased. 

Without another word, Gabe was wheeling towards Mr. Barton’s house with his friends. 

Finally, the leaves were piled up nicely enough to get bagged up, so Robbie went to go fetch a bag. He dug through the crates in the garage, but they weren’t there. After a few minutes, he decided to go check in the house. He finally dug them out from underneath the sink (why the yard waste bags were under the sink, Robbie had no clue) and headed back outside. 

He passed by the front window and noticed someone in his yard. He stepped up to the window to get a better look. 

It was Daisy. The door of her van was still hanging open and there were still boxes in the back, but she casually strolled through his yard like she was just sight-seeing. She glanced around surreptitiously and Robbie ducked behind the wall. A mischievous grin split Daisy’s face and she took a running leap into the massive leaf pile. 

Robbie just blinked. He had never even seen her smile before. 

He grabbed his trash bags and headed back outside. He peered around the edge of the garage at the leaf pile, which was now wiggling. A low giggle drifted out of the center of the pile. Robbie smirked and headed over to the pile. When he was a few feet away, a head popped out of the leaves. 

Daisy sighed with a satisfied smirk on her lips and pushed herself back to her feet. She dusted herself off and tried to push the leaves back into their pile, but froze when she noticed Robbie standing there. 

Neither spoke for several moments. Then, 

“Uh…..hey,” Daisy said, casually. 

“Hey.”

“How long have you been there?”

“Not long.”

“Okay, ‘cause I, uh…fell,” Daisy lied. Poorly. 

“Right. How did you fall all the way over here from your car?” Robbie teased. 

Daisy flushed. “Well, you see, I dropped my receipt and then the wind blew it over here and my shoe was untied…”

Robbie blinked slowly and leveled her with the same look he gave Gabe when Gabe claimed the girl who drove him home from school was just a friend: the I’m Not Buying It. 

“Okay, the truth is that this is the first fall I actually have a yard and I don’t have a big tree in it like you do, but fall is my favorite season and my favorite thing to do in fall is jump in giant leaf piles,” Daisy confessed. 

“If you want to jump in a leaf pile you’re free to come rake it yourself.”

Daisy’s eyes widened. “Oh god, you’re right. I’m sorry, you busted your butt on that and I just—“

“I was kidding,” Robbie replied. 

Daisy’s blinked for a moment, then her face relaxed and she smirked at him. “Well, your ‘kidding’ face is no different from your ‘I’m tired of raking leaves face, so it’s hard to tell.”

“Spend a little more time with me and you’ll figure out the difference,” Robbie countered. Daisy’s eyebrows quirked up. “I mean— not that you have to, but like—if you want sometime—Gabe and I do homemade cider and—it’s not that great—but…”

Daisy smiled. “I’ll keep it in mind. I should probably finish unloading my car.” 

She turned to start walking back to her van.

“Wait!” Robbie called. Daisy spun to face him again looking expectant. “You have a leaf in your hair.”

Robbie reached out and plucked the crumpled orange leaf from Daisy’s dark hair. He couldn’t decide if she looked embarrassed or disappointed, but she flashed him a smirk. 

“Thanks. Let me know about the cider thing.”

Robbie watched her go until she was back in her house and then turned his attention back to the leaf pile with a smile on his face. A few minutes into shoving leaves in a bag he froze. Wait…did he just invite Daisy over for a date? And did Daisy say yes?

Dios mio, he was never going to hear the end of it from Gabe. 

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[randomfandomimagine]

Halloween Festival (Final Fantasy XV Imagine)

Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Prompto Argentum, Igins Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Tags: Interactive imagine, Halloween

A/N: Along the story you will be given two choices for some situations, each of which are linked to that part of the story that is written in a different post so the main story is all in here and you can contine reading after it. So when the choice is given, just click the link of the choice you made and get back to this post to continue reading. Links open in a new tab. Enjoy!!! ;)

Prompto seemed very excited to be in the Halloween festival, judging by how he skipped around like a child and couldn’t keep the grin off his face. But I knew it wouldn’t last long, he was a scaredy-cat like myself.

I wasn’t worried about Gladio and Ignis at all, though. Perhaps Ignis would jolt up in startle every now and then, but Gladio wouldn’t even blink.

About Noctis… I didn’t really know what to expect. He seemed somewhat enthused, and I knew he enjoyed Halloween.

I would probably be the worst one of all. I startled easily and the jumpscares would definitely get me. But I was still very excited, Halloween was so cool and fun! Especially if I was spending the day in there with my friends!

Even though the place was filled with people in costume, prepared to scare us even before we got to the haunted houses. They were part of the festival and I noticed they would startle the people passing by.

To be honest, I felt on edge because I expected them to scare me at any moment.

“Why did we have to come here during the evening?” I asked them as we made our way to the main attraction of the festival.

“To get in the mood” Noctis grinned in amusement, letting his eyes wander to let the Halloween spirit sink in.

“Why? Someone’s scared?” Gladio chimed in with a smug smirk.

“Me? Not at all” I huffed, brushing it off. “How bad can it be?”

“Exactly” Ignis calmly adjusted his glasses, apparently neutral to the whole thing. “You don’t seem frightened at all”

I glared at him, just to be defeated by the soft expression he dedicated me next.

“Let’s go already” I rolled my eyes at them, knowing how much they would tease me that day.

“Way ahead of you” Apparently nonchalant about it, Noctis leaded the way.

“C’mon, Y/N!” Prompto eagerly linked his arm with mine. “Halloween festival!”

I sighed and followed in compliance, trying to enjoy the spookiness instead of letting it make me jittery.

_

The first haunted house was completely dark, as expected, except for the flashing lights that sometimes had a reddish hint. There was dramatic music loudly blasting through the rooms that made me feel tense, contributing to the suspenseful mood.

My friends walked with me, and only Prompto seemed to jump at the scares that lunged at us. Noctis did too, but he wasn’t nearly as loud as our blond friend and definitely tried to hide it more.

The other two just followed us calmly, not being too affected by it at all. Except for the fact that Gladio had a laugh whenever one of us got scared.

We advanced cautiously, the three of us –Prom, Noct and I –linking arms and going together. It seemed like we were safe from jumpscares at that moment when…

AAAAAAH!

A man carrying a chainsaw jumped at me, making me squeal loudly in cringe.

Prompto screamed next to my ear, pulling at my arm as he backed away from him. Noctis gasped lowly and jolted up slightly. I, on the other hand, screamed at the top of my lungs and hid my face on Noctis’ shoulder.

I could not believe my ears when I heard a snicker coming from Ignis. Outraged, I slowly turned around to meet him and saw him covering his mouth with one hand.

“Are you laughing at me, Iggy?!”

“I would never!”

“I would!” Gladio patted my back as he encouraged us to keep going.

I sighed and held on to my friends as we walked further into the haunted house. The artificial sound of lightning, accompanied with the artificial lighting, made me jump and consequently made Prompto jump too

Only to be scared with the most stupid thing.

BOOO!

A little girl –allegedly creepy- who was holding a little doll had literally just shouted ‘boo!’ at us. We hadn’t really even noticed she was there.

I was the only one scared by this, apart from Prompto, who made me feel less embarrassed about being so jumpy.

After a while and many more jumpscares, we exited the first haunted house.

Noctis had jumped a little, but always cleared his throat awkwardly and pretended like it didn’t get him and he actually chuckled. Ignis did jump a couple of times, even though he got startled noiselessly. Prompto was the only one maybe worse than I was, the boy squealed at the top of his lungs, visibly jumped and clung on to whoever was closest to him at that very moment, which usually it was me. And Gladio didn’t bat an eye with every single jumpscare, but instead heartedly laughed at our misfortunes.

When we walked outside, I felt energized and a bit hyper due to the constant racing of my heart and probably the adrenaline rush. I was still jittery and nervous, but at the same time I was having a great time.

As we made our way to the next attraction, a very tall man with his face painted a deadly pale color came out of nowhere and roared in my face like a wild animal.

I flailed around like an octopus, wondering where he came from, and hid my face with my hands out of pure instinct. The guy seemed amused by my reaction, because he laughed a little before he left.

I turned around, feeling like my cheeks were burning but my heart was racing because of the scare. I was so tense, I felt like I needed a hug.

GO TO PROMPTO FOR COMFORT // GO TO NOCTIS FOR COMFORT

_

We made a pause in our spooky pilgrimage from the first haunted house to the next –avoiding scary dressed up festival workers as much as we could –to have a snack.

We bought some different and creative Halloween themed snacks and ate them while we took lots of photos and messed around some more. The festival was really big, and so we wandered around it for about half an hour.

Next, we found a stall that sold Halloween accessories and bought a couple of them since we didn’t really have any costumes and we wanted some. I bought a witch hat, Prompto bought an ugly mask that he enjoyed scaring us –or attempting to scare us –with. Gladio bought a cape and vampire teeth and Noctis put a fake knife over his head. But the best part was Ignis, as he reluctantly let Noctis convince him to wear a silver wig that made him look hilarious with his unamused expression.

As we calmly made our way around the festival, I observed Prompto.

He seemed so distracted and absent that my instinct told me it would be the perfect moment to scare him and a mischievous little voice told me to do it. After all, he was the one most affected by the spooky environment other than myself.

SCARE PROMPTO // DON’T SCARE PROMPTO

As we walked around –we couldn’t seem to find the second haunted house at first. The festival was very big, and filled with a big crowd that distracted us along with the many Halloween treats that were sold all around, including giant gummy pumpkins, caramel apples, and other treats that looked like brains, zombies and other spooky Halloween stuff.

Being alert and expecting one of the workers in costumes to scare me like they had before, I squeaked when Noctis caught up with me and appeared next to me.

“Calm down!” He complained, pushing his shoulder against mine. “It’s just me, I’m not scary!”

“She’s freaking out” Gladio observed in amusement, pointing his thumb at me as he grinned at Ignis.

“I am” I looked all around me before turning around to face the big guy. “Gladio, come here and protect me!”

“What if I don’t wanna, scaredy-cat?”

“Iggy, tell him something!”

“There is nothing to be afraid about, Y/N” My friend calmly reached out to place a hand on my shoulder.

“You’re not helping!” I complained, actually being a little silly. Especially because Gladio was cracking up again.

“I’ll protect you!” Prompto gallantly offered, sticking his chest out to appear stronger.

“Please” Gladio pushed him so hard that he nearly fell.

“If anything she’ll have to protect you, Prompto” Noctis draped an arm over his shoulders, more playful than usual.

“You did scream louder than me in there” I admitted, winking an eye at him to know we were goofing around.

“It’s supposed to be Halloween” The blond was blushing, and was averting his eyes from us. “Not pick on poor Prompto day”

I let out a guffaw and kindly patted his arm to show my fondness.

“You still want protection, Y/N?” Noctis teased me still, enjoying to fluster me.

“Yes, do you volunteer?”

“Not really…”

“It would be better if you faced your fears in order to overcome them” Ignis assured, elegantly shoving his hands on his pants pockets.

“You just want to see me suffer!” I whined, dragging my feet across the ground.

“That is preposterous, dear” I had never seen Ignis smile for so long before!

“Well, I do want to see you suffer” Gladio evilly got close to me, placing his hands on my shoulders. “So you’re going first”

I noticed that he positioned me in front of a building that definitely was another haunted house. We had found it.

“I’m not going first!” I complained, wanting to go last and be safe behind them.

Besides, I had already gone first with Noctis and Prompto in the first one!

“Are you sure about that?” Gladio teased me, creepily standing behind me to get on my nerves.

I rolled my eyes, reluctantly obliging and leading the way.

“Okay” I complied, however crossing my arms with determination. “But I can’t go alone!”

“How bad can it be, right?” Gladio teased me, using my own words.  

“I guess I will protect you…” Noctis playfully yet sweetly smirked as he positioned himself next to me.

He offered me his arm with apparent reluctance, even if his eyes shone with friendliness. I clung on to his arm, and even knowing that we weren’t in actual danger and we were having fun despite being startled and jumpscared, it made me feel safer.

“Here we go” Ignis sighed, quite irritated.

I knew he wasn’t a big fan of Halloween as he found it to be a childish and silly holiday, but he was probably used to giving in to things with Noct.

Besides, he seemed to be having fun with our goofy demeanor.

We came in, with Prompto following closely, along with Gladio and then Ignis. We arrived at the second haunted house of the day.

This one felt a lot calmer, and there was no background music to set any moods. The lack of music or ambiance was far more disturbing than the flashing crimson lights or the suspenseful notes.

I was definitely more scared as we immersed ourselves in that one. Perhaps because I was still tense from the first house, or maybe it was just that it was too quiet and calm in there. Which couldn’t be good.

Two hands gently rested on my back, guiding me through that place. Gladio.

A fake skeleton suddenly jumped at us, and I was not expecting it to be starting so early. It scared the hell out of me!

What can I say, I was not prepared for the first big jumpscare already!

Seeking comfort, I instinctively curled up against who was behind me. It happened to be Ignis, who began stuttering flustered by the sudden needy attitude of mine.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” He actually worried, resting his hands warmly against my back.

“Uh…” I breathed out, trying to even my panting. “Give me a moment”

“Haven’t got all day!” Gladio said behind me, sticking his head over my shoulder.

“Why don’t you go first if you’re so brave, big guy?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah!” Prompto supported me, actually hating to be leading the way. Even if he was hiding behind me and Noct the whole time.

“Allow me, children” Gladio gladly lead the way and left Noctis and I behind, reuniting with Prompto.

“Prompto, keep your camera ready” Noctis whispered to his friend.

“Yeah, he might actually get scared” I excitedly said, hoping I got to see it.

“It is not likely” At first I thought Ignis sounded skeptical, but then he added something else. “Yet not impossible”

“Watch and learn” Gladio said to us, smugly, as he navigated the place.

However, just when he had walked only a few steps, a clown popped out of his hiding place and planted himself a mere centimeters away from Gladio’s face.

Our friend yelped. Gladio actually got startled! He even lifted his fists up in a fighting stance, out of instinct! It was hilarious! I thought nothing could perturb his stoic and fearless demeanor!

That would be a fun haunted house!

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When I was calmly walking down the street, trying to recover from the tension and jitteriness from the second haunted house, something made me jump out of my skin.

Gladio’s voice had whispered a ‘boo!’ at me while he slapped his arms on my back. The scream that followed earned a loud guffaw from his part.

Fuming mad, I turned around to be face to face with him.

“Gotcha real good there” My friend smugly grinned at me.

Maybe I should tease him to get some revenge.

GET REVENGE ON GLADIO // DON’T GET REVENGE ON GLADIO

It was getting late, and we were starting to grow tired. Not that we hadn’t laughed a lot and spent one of the best evenings ever. But people were also starting to leave for the day. Because the place was starting to get empty, I had definitely kept my guard down when I shouldn’t have.

Another scarer, this one on stilts so I had no way of noticing him getting closer. I didn’t see anyone until him –or her, I couldn’t really tell under that loose tunic and all that much makeup, it was definitely a much more elaborate costume than others –crouched down before me made an ugly scary face.

“Aaaah!” Prompto screamed behind me, and Noctis yelped as well.

I, on the other hand, internalized my heart attack this time.

“Gods…” Even Ignis had gotten startled, and he had gotten mad at himself for it too.

Nope. I was done with having mini heart attacks every time someone jumped at me, I hid there where I wouldn’t be bothered again.

“Where’s Y/N?” I heard them calling for me.

“Here…” I reluctantly admitted from my hiding spot.

When Gladio turned around and saw I had been using him as a human shield as I tried to recover, he broke out in laughter.

“What?” I complained with a resigned pout. “It feels safe in there!”

I definitely needed to feel safe in order to recover from all the spookiness!

I needed another hug! It was the best medicine. So I went for it.

GO TO GLADIO FOR COMFORT // GO TO IGNIS FOR COMFORT

We couldn’t be bothered to go into another haunted house –anyway, it would be pretty much the same thing like the other two –and we took a walk around the festival before finally going back home. It had been a fun night in which we got scared, teased each other and were silly together. I was glad that they put a Halloween festival, and I couldn’t wait to come back next year.

#chocobros x reader #chocobros #halloween #imagine #oneshot #halloween imagine #halloween oneshot #ffxv #ffxv imagine #ffxv oneshot #ffxv halloween imagine #faves #ffxv halloween oneshot #final fantasy xv #final fantasy xv imagine #final fantasy xv oneshot #ff15 #ff15 imagine #ff15 oneshot #reader insert #not requested #ff #interactive imagine

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A Tale of Berto the Van Or “Where the Fuck Is She Leading Me Now?!”

A not exactly small number of years has already seen its goodbye fireworks and tipsy welcomes since the time when a bunch of French factory workers started to unknowingly assemble a completely obscure white van that was one day to become an epic vehicle now known as Berto. At the time no one paid particular interest in it and even Berto himself was aware of no such possibility for his future. For quite many years this appeared to be as or more unlikely as a polar fox collecting punk rock cassettes. It was a long and boring while before this van’s fate turned around.

Our story begins after this rather small and not exactly heavily used van blew his quarter-of-the-century spark plug. By then he already considered himself to be a sensible, well established and respectable gentleman who had only a few years of leisure work in front of him before reaching his well-deserved pension. He paid no actual thought to what awaited him at the end of his service, all his years had been more or less the same anyway. He never complained, the work, though not exactly stimulating, was still to his general liking and his owners took good and meticulous care of him.

It was a cold and slightly windy day when our van first realised his days as a fruit transportation vehicle were coming to an end. This awful day started out completely normal, it seemed as if nothing particularly exciting was about to happen so he failed to put much thought into what was going on around him. He first started to notice something was amiss when his old owner’s son drove him to the local parking lot where a frighteningly large number of abandoned cars was parked. Still, he remained an optimist, surely they were just there to run an errand for the old man and would in no time start to fill him with various goods he would then take home for them.

No such thing ever came to pass, his owners parked him among the other sad little vehicles, stuck a note on his front window and then left without him. Quite puzzled, he kept waiting for them to come back while the day slowly shifted into the night. He watched as people passed him by and hardly spared him a glance. He waited, hope of his owners’ return slowly dwindling. 

Evening came and with it a strange unknown man with a gleam of interest in his eyes and a content smile on his face. The man took a phone out of his pocket and dialled a number. Our van listened, as intently as it is possible to listen when one has no ears, to hear what about his misery was making the man so pleased. He heard someone pick up on the other side and then listened to the man reply something about an old van for sale. He wondered which van the man meant, surely he of all vehicles, couldn’t possibly be there to be sold, he was just waiting for his owners to bring back whatever they needed him to transport this time. They could be back anytime, he was positive about that. The man hung up and left while dialling another number.

That night the van slept uneasily, still waiting for his owners to come back. 

Sure enough, the next day, not exactly as soon as he would have hoped, they returned. Relief flooded his body and he started to stretch his tires and cylinders but suddenly stopped and watched suspiciously as the man from last night approached. He greeted the van’s owners as if he knew them. At that moment our van noticed, for the first time, a girl standing a few steps behind the man. She had red glasses and wore her hair in braids, her face was lit with an obvious interest and while the man and his owners exchanged greetings, she glanced curiously from them to him. 

What took him aback the most was when her mouth suddenly spread into a mischievous grin and then, at one point, she even sent a wink his way! That took him completely by surprise and even made him wonder about her sanity, maybe her cogs weren’t properly oiled or something, no human ever interacted with him in this manner before! 

No one else noticed it though, so they all continued as if nothing was amiss. He stood there, perplexed, as his owners began to open his doors and started his engine. This made him sigh in relief, they would surely head home in no time and this will be just a bad memory he would soon forget. 

To his absolute surprise and complete horror, the man and the girl both sat inside as well, while his owner’s son closed up the doors and sat in the driver’s seat. He drove them to the nearest village, the direction in which they drove made him hopeful at first, it was the way towards home. He was more upset than he cared to admit when they turned back before they were even halfway there. It all got only worse; they returned to that horrid parking lot. When they exited him and locked all his doors again, he watched with growing uneasiness as they all shook hands and exchanged papers of various colours and sizes. His owners left soon after and so did the other man. 

The girl lingered for a while, smiling at him for no apparent reason. She patted him on the hood and said: “See you soon, partner!” She winked at him again and left. Feeling quite lost and confused, our poor van waited to see what the next day will bring.

The next day brought nothing at all.

He waited and waited and then waited some more, he was completely alone and terrified for his future. There was no one to soothe him, just the other lonely vehicles whose screeching only made him feel worse. 

The day passed while nothing happened. 

Luckily winter days are short and almost as soon as the night arrived so did his owners. Still clinging to the last bits of hope, he watched as they opened his doors again. To his utter horror, they started to take out stuff instead of putting it in. They emptied all his little holes and hooks, well almost all, they forgot that awful cassette that made his speakers throb in a way that made him feel sick and a little pumpkin that they probably forgot about. He was glad they did, he came to kind of like that tiny dried up vegetable hidden deep in one of his pockets. 

By the time that weird girl came back he already felt done for. He watched, with the last streaks of panic building to a crescendo inside of him, as his owner himself gave her his keys and she hopped in on the driver’s seat. For a moment she just sat there while he contemplated if a woman has ever driven him before. He couldn’t remember this ever happening and was feeling more and more like an unlucky subject of some tragic joke. He heard awful things about female drivers and was completely sure he didn’t want to find out if they were true. 

She put the key in the ignition and turned it one step forward. To his surprise, she actually waited for his air to circle a bit and allowed his old pumps the necessary time to draw the diesel that was nested deep in his reservoir. This made him relax a bit and when she turned the key another step forward he sprang readily into life. 

She put him into idle and sat there for a while, beaming with happiness, letting him warm up. To his surprise she suddenly spoke: “Ahoy, little van,” she said, “my name is Anita, what should I call you?” 

This startled him, he knew of no vehicles with names other than the ones their factories gave them, so he never wondered what he might have been called if someone noticed him before. She went on, along with his thoughts, wondering what kind of name would suit him best, asking for his opinion even though he never replied. 

At last, she happily exclaimed: “I know, I know! I’m gonna call you Berto!!” 

Funnily enough, this made his engine warm up a bit and he roared with content as she shifted into gear and stepped on the gas pedal. Maybe having her as his new owner wasn’t going to be a complete disaster.

#berto #vanlife #storytime #writing #fiction #based on true events #our story #memories #inanimate objects

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Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Dream Cast Board

Today some of my friends started putting together their dream casts for Cursed Child, and I couldn’t resist joining in, because this is way too much fun. 

I feel like a couple of my opinions might be controversial, and that’s actually why I wanted to post this. Everyone in both casts is amazing, and it’s so interesting to find out everyone’s favourites and why! Especially when those favourites are a bit out of the ordinary. 

My rules were that I could pick any mix of people from either cast, but no one could play more than one role, however I could pick someone as a cover for a different role (actors listed in brackets are my covers). I also tried to match up people who I thought would work best together, but in at least one case I had to sacrifice chemistry in favour of who I most wanted to play a role.  

So without further ado, in order of appearance, here we go!

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Sorting Hat & Hagrid – Ged Simmons (Chris Jarman)

When Ged plays the Sorting Hat he’s an ethereal being. I love his detachment from everything going on around him. He isn’t part of the scene, because he’s a hat! He’s not an emotional creature, he’s just there to do a job. I also think the way he does the Godric’s Hollow transition with the pumpkins is pure magic. He spreads the snow with this joyous, back and forth motion, and it soars with beauty and enchantment.

I also think his Hagrid is simply wonderful. He broke me last Sunday when he started to leave Lily and James’s ruined house in despair, but on the way out he heard baby Harry crying and the look of hope and wonder on his face was the most incredible thing. Here is a child, who has survived the most powerful curse in the world, and is here against all odds: the boy who lived. 

Chris is my cover because he was the first Sorting Hat I saw. I fell in love with his steady, measured movement. It had such a beautiful quality to it, and I don’t think anyone else has ever matched that. 

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Harry Potter – Jamie Parker (Jamie Glover)

Is there any choice for Harry other than Jamie Parker? He lived and breathed Harry. He walked on stage and it was like Harry had walked out of my imagination and onto the stage. The fire in him, and the light, boyish, fun-loving side melded together to create sheer perfection. 

Jamie Glover is my second choice because I adore his reading of the script with my whole heart. He takes Harry on such a complete journey, and he made me understand Harry in a way I never had before. You can see how he learns through the story, and the moment in the dorm scene when he understands for the first time what he’s done to his son is heartbreaking, which makes the ultimate reunion all the sweeter. He’s come so far in the last few months and he has so much more still to give, so that’s why he’s my cover Harry.

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Albus Severus Potter – Theo Ancient (Tom Mackley)

I think Theo is the perfect Albus. I’d been writing Albus for a year before he stepped on stage, and I still get astounded when he does something that matches my concept of Albus so perfectly. The best example of this is in the torture scene, when he walks up to Delphi and presents himself as a target to her when he says “Do your worst”.

He’s an exceptional actor, who is constantly in the moment. On stage he becomes Albus completely, and there’s nothing of Theo left in him. Also, I have a huge desire to see him and Jamie Parker do a blanket scene together – it would either be the most explosive thing ever or it would reduce Theo’s Albus to a puddle of tears. Either way, I’m here for it. 

It was tough to choose a cover, but after some deliberation I have gone with Mackley for the unique qualities he brings to Albus. I love his stillness and nobility. I love his humour as well as his serious side, and I’ve adored him with both casts. I think Samuel brings out the best in him, and it’s wonderful to see two people have so much fun on stage together. My Mackley highlight is probably when Samuel made him jump so hard with “Ever since being in the scariest place imaginable” that he fell off the bed in the dorm scene. 

I also think it needs to be said that the way his Albus reacts to Craig’s death is stunning – it colours everything that comes after it in the show for him, not just the torture scene, but everything all the way through to the very final scene. 

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Ginny Potter – Poppy Miller (Emma Lowndes)

Poppy is the only choice for Ginny. She brought together the perfect softness and toughness, and she lived Ginny on stage. She’s another who seemed to have walked off the pages of the book and onto the stage. Also, I can’t pair another Ginny with Jamie P’s Harry. It just wouldn’t be right. They are everything Hinny should be together. 

Emma is my cover Ginny for a couple of reasons. Firstly, I haven’t seen Lowri enough times to choose her in good faith. Secondly, I think that Emma does some absolutely beautiful things with Ginny. I love her focus on Albus throughout the play – she prioritises him over Harry at so many points, and that motherly ferocity is a beautiful thing. For that relationship between Ginny and Albus, she has to be my cover. 

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James Potter Jr/Sr & Cedric Diggory – Tom Milligan (Jordan Paris)

Milligan captured the spirit of James in a beautiful way, so I have to pick him. Hilarious as younger James, grown-up and noble as older James, and his “see you at Christmas, Dad!” will never be matched (although attempts have definitely been made). I also realised at the weekend how much I miss his Cedric, especially when Mackley is on as Albus. Their maze scenes were a thing to behold. 

And as my cover, I’ve picked Jordan, because he’s silently become one of my favourites. I love both his Jameses, and his Cedric is wonderful. I don’t really have much explanation behind this one, aside from the fact that I enjoy his attitude on stage and the quality of his acting. He’s not overly showy, and his Cedric in particular really shines because of that. 

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Ron Weasley – Thomas Aldridge (Paul Thornley)

Tom may not physically match the perfect description of Ron, but in terms of the character he’s everything you could possibly want. From the bubbly humour, to the gentle ribbing of his family and friends, to the way he sneaks sweets to James in the opening scene, he’s just a dream. I also love the things he brings to the other timelines. In the second there’s the desperate desire to find people and places he loves and escape his miserable life, the bravery he tries to dredge up around Hermione, and his soft despair at never getting her. In the Voldemort world he’s trying to fill Harry’s role as a hero, but he’s also so much himself. And of course I can’t possibly talk about Tom without mentioning that glorious animosity with Draco. Tom is literally my dream Ron. Literally. 

And I have to take Thornley as my cover. I wildly enjoyed every one of the performances he gave. He and Alex set the standard for Draco and Ron’s hatred. He was so funny, and he established some things about Ron that will be with the character forever – Scrupius, for example, and the kneeling during the reproposal. He set the bar, and he set it really high. 

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Rose Granger-Weasley – Helen Aluko (Rayxia Ojo)

Helen is such a sweet, dynamic Rose. I love how she teases Scorpius relentlessly, and her facial expressions during the opening scenes of the show are a constant delight. My favourite moment from Helen, though, the moment where she steals the show, is her reaction to the conversation in McGonagall’s office when the kids are eavesdropping. She’s heartbroken, and then she’s angry at her mum, and then she collapses back into heartbreak again. There’s so much there, and she never says a word. 

I’ve chosen Rayxia as my cover Rose because I think she has a brilliant, unique take on the character. She’s such a vulnerable Rose. Even though she seems so much older (like Albus’s older and more glamorous cousin) she’s broken, and she needs him to be her friend. I love that take on it, and I’ve never seen anyone else do something like it. 

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Hermione Granger – Nicola Alexis (Rakie Ayola)

Nicola was playing Hermione for the best performance I’ve ever seen, so she will always have a special place in my heart. I think she’s the perfect middle ground between Rakie and Noma – wild and intense but not too much. She seems to have chemistry with absolutely everyone. I love her playful side, like the way she explores her hair and gives Harry a poke in the back of the head during the Polyjuice transformation. I also adore her Voldemort timeline, and her exploration of her character through developing shades of lipstick (including smearing pink lipstick all over Tom A’s face during the baby or a holiday scene) is one of my favourite memories. 

Rakie is my cover Hermione because I adore how she plays the friendship between Hermione and Harry in particular. The moment when Harry walks into his office at the start of the play and we see Hermione and Harry alone together and really interacting for the first time is a beautiful chance to see how they’ve grown but also stayed the same. I also adore the way she plays the Romione moments, from her sheer despair in the second timeline when she’s alone, through to the complete, childlike joy of the reproposal. 

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Scorpius Malfoy – Samuel Blenkin (James Le Lacheur)

There is no Scorpius beyond Samuel for me. His performance is masterful; that library scene is a piece of art. Right from the start he took a role that had been so memorably established and made it completely his own. He can go from hilarious to heartbroken in a second. He cries more than I thought possible, and he’s so creative, with such beautiful, deep thoughts about the show and the character. He’s the person behind Draco handing Scorpius Delphi’s wand after the duel – a stunning display of the trust between them, and the development of their relationship – but he’s also responsible for the ‘I love Krum’ chant. He’s mischievous, confident, warm; with such brilliant dynamic and emotional range, and a love of everything he does on stage. I could go on and on, but there’s no reason not to pick him as my dream Scorpius. 

James Le Lacheur is my cover Scorpius because her performance has such a special place in my heart. I saw her first ever show, and her last. I adored the way she played out the relationship between Scorpius and Albus. The impulsion in her acting was beautiful, with so much thought and intent. You could always see what Scorpius was thinking and how it was guiding his footsteps. And of course, that little Dark Mark arm rub in McGonagall’s office will forever live in my memory. I only wish we could have seen her and Theo together, because I think it would have been a thing of delight (and I’m not sure any of us would have survived). 

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Madame Hooch/Aunt Petunia/Umbridge – Lowri James (Elizabeth Hill)

Lowri has been my favourite Petunia/Umbridge for a long time. I adore the emotion of her Petunia, which is perfectly balanced, and she’s a masterful Umbridge. I think she finds the perfect placing for these characters that are so easy to overdo or take to a place that isn’t true to the books. 

Elizabeth is my cover for Petunia/Umbridge for very similar reasons. She’s brilliant as Petunia, again finding just the right emotional place for her. As Umbridge she’s creepy and wonderful. Her stroking of the fur coat is just the right amount of gross, although she sometimes is a little bit too creepy for me. 

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Craig Bowker Jr – James Phoon (Jeremy Ang Jones)

It was so hard to pick between these two rays of sunshine, but in the end I had to pick James first because I’ve seen him work with Samuel and I know it’s perfect. This might have been the toughest choice though, so I’m not going to write separate explanatory paragraphs for each. They’re both glorious human beings, with the most adorable Craigs. However, I will say that I love James’s movement, and the fluffiness of his hair as he runs round the suitcases at the start of the show will never not warm my heart. 

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Polly Chapman – Leah Haile (Rayxia Ojo)

Leah is the prettiest Polly. That’s all you really need to know. I just think she’s glorious, and she’s a delight to watch. I would pick her as Polly every time just because she shines on stage. 

I have better reasons for picking Rayxia as my cover. I’ve only seen her once, but the intent in her performance really impressed me, especially in the Voldemort timeline. She gives Polly this very grand air, with a sense of uncertainty and vulnerability. It’s very clear that she’s using Scorpius to establish her position in the world. She’s trying to marry into money and status, and it’s her way of making herself secure. I love that really clear take on the scene. 

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Yann Fredericks – James Le Lacheur (Henry Rundle)

Yann is one of those roles that doesn’t really feel established until whoever is playing him has covered Scorpius. He’s quite quiet, and the flair only comes out once his actor has had a chance to dig into the real meat of the play. Hence, I’ve picked the two cover Scorpiuses! 

James Le Lacheur goes ahead of Rundle only really because she established the role, and I think she did have more intensity of character, however I love Rundle’s take too, and I can’t wait to see him grow into it more over the next few months.

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Karl Jenkins/Dudley Dursley – Tom Mackley (Jack North)

Mackley has to be my choice for Karl/Dudley. He brings so much flair and humour to the roles, and his Dudley in particular is very memorable for its ridiculousness. Probably my favourite thing he does as Karl is when he stabs Scorpius in the stomach with the handle of his wand during the line “spill some proper Mudblood guts”. We all need to thank whoever gave Mackley a permanent speaking role, because I am never disappointed. 

I have to pick Jack as my cover because I loved his movement so much. He brought so much quality to the track, and it was something I never failed to appreciate, and will never forget. 

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Viktor Krum – Jack North

I have to split out Krum because of my two principals neither played Krum! Jack had such perfection of movement and precision as Krum, and it’s one of the things I still miss most about the original cast.

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Trolley Witch – Sandy McDade (Morag Cross)

I have to split up the Trolley Witch and McGonagall because I do have different preferences. For the Trolley Witch, I love Sandy’s authoritativeness, which I’ve always found carries perfectly through the scene. However, I’ll take Morag as my cover because she’s great too. 

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Professor McGonagall – Morag Cross (Sandy McDade)

Morag is my choice for McGonagall because I feel such an emotional connection to her performance. Before I saw Cursed Child I’d never really thought about McGonagall or felt too much about her, but there was one show where Morag’s scene after the lake made me cry, so she’s the reason I love McGonagall so much. The emotion she brings is simple beautiful, and I’m always excited to see her. 

One of the reasons I fell in love with Cursed Child the first time I saw it was how perfect the professors felt, including McGonagall, and Sandy’s performance was a big part of that. I adore her performance, and recently I love how she’s started emphasising one of her lines differently, giving it a new meaning. When Hermione asks “What did I miss?” when she walks into the post-lake conversation, McGonagall’s reply ends with “Maybe you missed that.” It’s an emphasis that makes so much sense, but I’ve only noticed it recently, and I love it. 

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Draco Malfoy – James Howard (Ed White) 

There is only one choice for Draco. James is perfect. He is Draco, in the way that Jamie Parker is Harry. He was born for the role and I can’t imagine him doing anything else. The strength and authority in his voice is what sets him apart from everyone else, as well as his interpretation of the character, especially in the scene in Draco’s office. 

Recently he’s started explicitly playing Draco as being under cover in the Voldemort timeline, which I adore. He glances around before speaking to Scorpius about what he’s up to, and those tiny details are what makes his performance special. Other highlights are playing with his wedding ring when he speaks about Astoria, bracing himself on the desk facing away from Scorpius when he says he can’t lose him too, and that delightful chin grab, where he takes hold of Scorpius’s chin and examines him before declaring that there’s more Astoria in there than he thought. I could go on, but all you need to know is that it’s James, and it will always be James. 

I had trouble picking my cover, but in the end I’ve gone for Ed simply because he works beautifully with Samuel (and because James L and Alex don’t work together at all), and because he did the best Draco’s office scene ever. When a Draco puts his hand on Scorpius’s heart as he says there’s more Astoria in there than he thought you just can’t say no to him. He’s my guilty pleasure Draco, everything I want but know I shouldn’t have, and I adore him for that. 

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Amos Diggory/Professor Dumbledore – Barry McCarthy (Martin Johnston)

Until Sunday I really wouldn’t have had a choice here, but I have now (finally) seen Martin, so this is actually a choice!

I’ve taken Barry first because he is the perfect Dumbledore, and because I love his Amos so much. There are so many tiny details that he’s changed in response to the new cast, and he’s a consummate professional. His Dumbledore really is part of the magic of the show that captured me when I first saw it. 

I found Martin’s Dumbledore captivating, and I loved the fragility and vulnerability of it – that was the thing that most broke me when I saw him. I also love the flamboyant grace with which he dismissed the trees in the Forbidden Forest. It really was a thing of beautiful magic. So I feel no qualms in making him my cover, and who knows, when I’ve seen him more times I might end up preferring him!

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Delphi Diggory – Annabel Baldwin (Esther Smith)

This was such a hard choice, because I love all three ladies who play Delphi with all my heart and soul. Annabel almost didn’t make it into my top two because I love her Lily too much (and I need her and Milligan to be James and Lily together), but then I came to my senses and realised it was stupid not to pick her.

Annabel has been my favourite Delphi since the first time I saw her. She is a captivating actress, who holds the theatre in the palm of her hand, especially in the torture scene. I love when she goes rogue and slaps the boys or kicks Craig (can someone get the directors to always let her get away with that? Because it’s great). She’s so sinister, and she can bring such powerful performances to the stage, especially in the scene in the church between Delphi and fake Voldemort. She’s just brilliant, and it would be a crime not to take her as Delphi every single time. 

I picked Esther as my cover Delphi because I always found her performance so beautiful. She’s not the most creepy or terrifying Delphi ever, but she did some amazing things. I still remember her sobbing in the St Jerome’s scene during ‘the best show ever’, and I loved her hand choreography when she was reciting the prophecy – Annabel does a slightly different version, and I still miss Esther’s sometimes. 

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Uncle Vernon/Severus Snape/Voldemort – David Annen (David Annen)

Sorry but I refuse to pick a Snape other than David. I refuse. His performance is too special to be replaced. He has such an innate understanding of his characters, especially Snape and Voldemort, which comes from deep readings of the books. He cares so much about these characters, and it’s amazing.

He came up with his Voldemort voice by reading every description of Voldemort speaking from the books. As Snape, the messages he writes on the blackboard are messages of hope to Snape’s students who are struggling in that world. Those special details are simply irreplaceable. 

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Moaning Myrtle – April Hughes (Annabel Baldwin)

April learned her Myrtle voice listening to the films, and she’d practice it while she made dinner at home. She’s ridiculous, and that voice is perfect. I love the brilliant details she puts in the background of the Myrtle scenes (shaking her head when Albus tells Scorpius everything is going to be okay, waving her feet around by Harry’s head but never quite touching him, and very slowly lifting her leg up in the most flirtatious way when she says “I do like brave boys”). I didn’t think anyone could ever replace Annabel, but she managed it. 

Annabel is of course my cover Myrtle because how could she not be? Also, she then gets to play Lily with Milligan, which is the real dream. 

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Bane – Adam McNamara (Nuno Silva)

Is this my most controversial choice? I think it might be...

I saw Adam’s Bane several times leading up to cast change, and I have abiding memories of the intensity of it. That performance made a huge impact on me. The acting was brilliant, especially the way he appealed to Harry. Those were some of the best Bane scenes I’ve watched. 

And Nuno is my cover Bane because I love him just as much. Always consistently brilliant. Delivering show in, show out. I’m always mesmerised by the way he breathes in this scene for some reason. It fascinates me. And I love the strength and anger in his performance. 

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Station Master – James McGregor (Adam McNamara)

James McGregor’s Station Master is basically the cutest thing in the world. He just looks so young and adorable, and his Scottish accent makes me melt. 

And obviously I can’t not pick Adam, because there is no Scottish accent like Adam’s. His Station Master was incomprehensible, just the way he should be. No one will ever match that. 

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Young Harry Potter – Harrison Noble (Jabez Cheeseman)

Harrison is an incredible little actor. He’s just perfect. My favourite scene of his is the dream at the beginning of Act Two, where he’s so intense. You can hear the fear in his breathing. He’s stunning. 

Jabez is my cover because he was a close second behind Harrison before he left for me. The day we found out he was leaving was a sad day indeed, and I miss him a lot. 

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Lily Potter Jr – Ella Bright (Hope Sizer)

I want a Lily to be tiny and bubbly and full of life, and both Ella and Hope did that. Ella’s the sweetest thing, and she fits with the rest of the Potters so well. I picked Hope second because I always enjoyed her performances and looked forward to seeing her when she was on. 

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