3-year-old Wingman (Connor Murphy x Reader babysitting fluff)
SHAMELESS REPOST BC I GOT A FEW NICE COMMENTS ON MY OTHER FIC AND NO ONE SAW THIS ONE BECAUSE I DIDN”T VERIFY MY ACCOUNT THROUGH MY EMAIL WHEN I POSTED IT I HOPE YOU LIKE ASDGFHFUCK THIS IS KINDA SHIT BC IT WAS THE FIRST DEH FIC I WROTE IDK
3-year-old Wingman (Connor Murphy x Reader fluff babysitting AU its fuckin lame)
Ps: im bad at revising
TW: angst, lots of swearing, toddlers, very very brief mentions of depression, anxiety, and suicide
saw a dim light flicker from the corner of your eye as you played Uno
with your young nephew, accompanied by a slight ding signaling you got a
text. You knew it was probably Connor.
“You can get your phone,
it’s okay.” your nephew told you, sounding wise beyond his years for a
3-and-a-half-year-old. He was the most adorable thing, and you couldn’t
get over it.
“Nope, buddy. I need my full concentration for this
game. I’m not gonna lose to you again. They can wait a couple of minutes
until I demolish you at this Uno.” you replied sternly, lifting your
head up high, causing giggles to erupt for the small boy. You couldn’t
help but smile back. But your lips fell when your phone started dinging
over and over and over again. Your nephew peered up at you with big
eyes, silently telling you to just get it. You put up a finger, putting
your cards face to use your other hand to reach for your phone. You were
right, it was Connor.
7 messages from Connor
what are you up to
my parents aren’t home
you’re my only friend i want to hang out with you dammit
couldn’t help but to let a smile form on your face. This fucking kid.
You couldn’t believe that this was the boy that barely spoke two words
to you over a span of a month when you were lab partners. At the start
of Junior Year, you had to take a physics class as a prereq for
graduating. The class was filled with seniors, leaving you and this
mysterious, and super scary Connor Murphy as the only two juniors. So,
your teacher paired you up, resentment oozing out of Connor. You
basically did the projects by yourself, him helping with data or
equations you didn’t understand yourself, but you never actually talked
much. You did your work in silence. Until you noticed he was writing
some old fall out boy (A/N: I feel like everyone just mutually agreed on
Connor liking FOB so I’m just going along with it.) lyrics on one of
his data sheets.
“That’s a good song.” You murmured, peering back at your paper, trying to work through this problem that made zero sense.
“You like fall out boy?” he mumbled, trying to figure out what you were trying to do by making conversation with him.
Pete Wentz was the love of my life for a while. They were actually my
first concert back in middle school, when they made a comeback. But they
peeked at From Under A Cork Tree.” Connor smiled at this, agreeing
silently with everything you just said. His smile was addictive, so you
kept going. Seeing how long you could kept a conversation going and his
smile up as well. You mostly talked at first. But his word count each
week was increasing exponentially. Until you went a whole class
listening to him talk about how The Smiths was easily the best band ever
and better than Nirvana and that Nirvana is over-hyped because everyone
romanticizes Kurt’s suicide while no one really actually cares about
the depressed kid until they are gone. The conversation kind of died
after that. Him feeling like he said too much, and you just not knowing
what to say. Something told you he wasn’t just talking about Kurt
Cobain. So, you kind of squeezed his hand momentarily, which he would
never admit, made him blush like a madman and almost pushed him into a
panic attack, he was so overwhelmed and caught off guard. Then, the game
changed for Connor. It was bound to happen; a crush was going to form.
Connor fell victim, falling hard. No one really reached out to him
before, unless it was to make fun of him and get in his head. He was the
school’s punching bag. Even school nerds like Jared Kleinman picked on
him. He always noticed you before. You never laughed at him when other
made jokes. But he didn’t realize that not only a friendship was
forming, but a crush as well. And when he did, it was too late to abort.
This boy was in love with you from the time you spotted those fall out
boy lyrics to be honest.
Another ding snapped you out of your reminiscing.
6 messages from Connor:
Are you alive
no that’s ridiculous
of course you are
you never not text me
texted him back quickly, knowing he was probably thinking of all the
ways you just lying on the street dead to your body floating in the
river face down. He confessed that this happened a lot to you. He’d just
get bad, intrusive thoughts he couldn’t shake away.
im alive and well. Just babysitting my nephew Carter. HES SO CUTE
snapped a picture of Carter playing Uno and sent it to Connor. Before
you could even put down your phone, another familiar ding alerted you.
1 message from Connor:
4 messages from Connor:
guess i’ll go hang with my other friends
woe is me
shut up nerd
if you want, come babysit
1 message from Connor:
hell fucking no
well i have to go then. i gotta win this game of uno this 3 year old is putting me to shame
2 messages from Connor:
you’re so embarrassing why am i friends with you
i’ll be over in ten
smiled at the last message. Connor wasn’t the only one with the crush.
Yes, yours did develop later in your relationship, but it was definitely
equal to Connors admiration for you. Connor didn’t really start opening
up after about three months into your friendship. Once he talked about
the whole Kurt Cobain thing, he kind of laid low for a little, you
having to steer the conversation if you wanted it to live. He was
touchy, so you had to handle him with care. You tried to bring it up a
few times, to just get immediately shut down. You’d always ask in
school, because you weren’t at the point of hanging outside of it yet.
But he’d always change topic. It’s not like he didn’t trust you, it was
everyone around him. Paranoid they were secretly listening in on your
chats. So, you decided to take initiative. It was exactly 3 months of
you being friends, so you asked if he wanted to hang.
he replied, seemingly uninteresting as he doodled along the margin of
his already finished calc problems. He was actually a fucking genius. He
wasn’t just artistic, but the kid had a brain. But that’s a different
“You know what today is?”
“I ‘donno know,” all his words kind of running together, “Friday?”
“No.” you felt dumb now. “Never mind.”
what’s today. I like hearing your weird ass facts. Is it like,
Morrissey’s birthday, or like the anniversary of The Queen Is Dead
“You’re gonna find it stupid that I was even going to make a big deal out of it, so, never mind.”
“No, tell me.”
“Fucking god, (Y/N). Just tell me already.”
“It’s our ¼ friendaversary.”
“What? What the fuck is that shit?”
“See. I knew you’d find it dumb.”
“N-no, I just don’t know what the fuck that is.” Connor genuinely asked.
“We’ve been friends for three months, Connor. That’s what it means. I thought you were good at math?”
“That’s a thing? And people celebrate that? I wasn’t aware that was a milestone.”
“No, people don’t really celebrate it. But we do our own thing.”
“How is it three months?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like, how do you figure?”
It’s the day we talked about fall out boy. Remember?” You shifted
awkwardly in your desk, realizing that knowing the exact date you first
bonded was creepy.
“Barely.” he lied. Of course, he fucking did.
He wouldn’t stop thinking about you that moment for the rest of that
week. Then, he’d just think of you in general from that point on all the
time. You consumed his thoughts, both during day and night. You were
even in his dreams.
“We should, like, I don’t know… Hang out tonight.”
“We’ve never hung out before. What would we even do.”
“Friend things.” you sneered
“And what does that consist of.” he jabbed back.
don’t know, Connor. Like, use that vivid imagination of yours. Pizza
and a movie. Pizza and video games. Pizza and anything. Pizza just had
to be the foundation.
“Well, do you wanna go out somewhere. Or like hang out at someone’s house?”
“It’s getting cold out so we can hang at one of our houses, if you want?”
“Um, can we go to yours? My parents will be home and I don’t like to ask them things.”
“Sure, they won’t mind you’re going to be over right?”
“Um, I wasn’t going to tell them.”
“Why, are you embarrassed of me.” you joked. Connor didn’t respond right away. “Wait, are you?”
of course not. It’s just…” he paused, pursing his lips, you noticed his
prominent cupid’s bow. “It’s complicated.” he grumbled, “What time do
you want me over for this stupid celebration.”
“Well if you think it’s stupid-”
Connor started speaking over you, “For this very awesome, cool, great, fan-fucking-tastic celebration. I misspoke.”
“Can’t wait.” he responded sarcastically, rolling his eyes. But you both knew he couldn’t.
That night consisted of pizza, of course. And Connor opted for old NES games, which he beat you at every single time.
“Okay, literally fuck Excitebike! It’s so dumb you can overheat your bike?” I shouted, throwing my controller.
“You’re such a sore loser.”
“I am not! It’s just Excitebike is dumb. Let’s go back to Punch Out!, or Galaga. I’m warmed up now, and I’ll definitely win.”
“You’ve said that after every single game.”
“No, I’m serious now, my game was just off.”
“Plus, I had drawing today, so my hand was already tired.”
“Whatever you say, (Y/N).”
“I think I broke my thumb last week squeezing it between my locker.”
course you did.” he taunted, trying to resist a smile. His eyes were
gleaming, he was enamored. He was trying even harder to not kiss you.
“I’m going to beat you next week.”
“I mean, if you’re free.” you tried to not sound desperate, but failing.
“Do you see all my other friends lining up to hang out with me?” he deadpanned.
“Then, It’s a date.”
“Date?” Connor quickly caught your phrasing, trying to understand your intention.
froze, “You know, not an actual date. Like, a platonic date, bro.” you
tried your hardest to brush it off, but failing. Again. You scolded
yourself for using the term ‘bro’. But Connor let it go, though he did
“Got it, bro.” Sourly putting emphasis on the
latter word, “Play me again so I can fucking win for the millionth
time.” he said, a little too aggressively.
“Dandy. I just want to prove I’m good enough for you.” he accidentally professed.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” you inquired.
“God, just play me. That’s what I mean.”
didn’t want to press him. The tension in the air was at an all-time
high. Connor never really got snippy like this with you. I mean, yes, he
did sometimes raise his voice or make a rude remark. But he’d
habitually curse under his breath and apologize immediately. You always
understood, knowing all the pent-up anger inside him. But then Connor
seemed to relax again once you started playing Punch Out!, taking his
anger out through Little Mac on King Hippo, and then the two of you went
back to having fun. In Connor’s head though, he definitely planned to
kiss you that night, but the way to swerved the date topic, he lost all
his confidence. Taking it as you’d never see him in a romantic light.
That was almost 6 months ago, and he still hasn’t made a move.
You came out of your daydream once again when Carter yelled out Uno, well a version of the word.
he added a P in the end for whatever reason. You decided against
telling him. How were you losing to a 3-year-old for the seventh time?!
He placed down a red 4, excitement in his eyes. He definitely had a red,
you could see it in his eyes. You looked at your hand, filled with
about a dozen reds from the draw 4s he was hitting you with. So, you
decided to take your chance picking up a card from the deck. A yellow 4.
“You aren’t winning today.” you placed the card down, smirking. The 3-year-old squealed out and slapped down a yellow 7.
“Outto!!!” he cheered, the bastard winning again. You couldn’t believe he had a yellow out of everything.
throw up your cards in a joking manner, “You don’t even know the whole
alphabet!” another fit of giggles came from your nephew.
he can win at Uno,” a voice came through the door. “You’re a destined
loser. I don’t think you’ve ever won at anything.” Connor trudged
through the door in his beat up brown jean jacket and combat boots, his
nose red from the cold approaching winter air.
“False!” you yelled
out, going up to Connor and giving him a bear hug. He slung an arm
around you, bringing him closer to him. He rested his chin on your head,
inhaling your scented shampoo. He couldn’t pick out the scent, but you
reminded him he needed to wash his hair soon.
“Solitaire doesn’t count. You literally okay that by yourself.”
You pushed him away, “Whatever, shut up. I’m not a sore loser at least.”
totally are though?” he remarks back, “You make up excuses. You just
told your nephew he doesn’t know the alphabet because you’re angry you
“I said, whatever! Shut up.” you fake yell like you’re
pissed off. “Connor, this is Carter, my favorite nephew. Carter, this is
Connor, my least favorite friend.” Connor waved awkwardly at the child
before him, Carter got up from his chair and jumped down. He tugged on
his skinny jean pant leg that was still too big because he was so lanky.
His legs were skinnier than yours.
“It’s touching me.” Connor whispered to you.
“Carter wants you to pick him up. He probably wants to tell you something.”
“How do I pick it up.”
“Connor, why are you an inept alien? Like you aren’t from earth.”
Connor leans down and scoops up Carter, Carter whispering something in his ear.
our names do begin with C. You are correct. Here I thought you didn’t
know your alphabet.” Connor repeated what Carter told him aloud, looking
over at you and raising his eyebrow. Carter whispered again, cupping
his hands around his mouth so you wouldn’t hear.
“You know until
L,” he paused, listening more. “Yeah, no I get it, it does get confusing
at that point.” Carter continued. You couldn’t help but to burn up at
the sight. Your two favorite guys. “Yeah, I’ll stop talking out loud.”
you assumed Carter asked him to keep the next thing a secret. Connor
starts to turn red and looks at you for a split second. Connor puts
Carter down, trickery written on your nephew’s face, bashfulness on
Connor’s. Carter ran into your living room, picking up train tracks and
started to build.
You squeeze Connor’s thin arm, “What did he tell you?”
smiled lopsidedly, “It’s a secret. I can’t tell you.” he confidently
takes your hand and dragged you into the living room. The three of you
spend the day playing with trains, then move to watching rug rags, then
back to trains, and then finally Carter passed out fast asleep coloring
with Connor at the table. You pick Carter up, leaving Connor to keep
“Is he knocked out?” Connor realizing you left, walking
to the bottom of the stairs, watching you walk up them with Carter on
“Yes, finally. I thought we were going to have to play
trains again. A girl can only play with Thomas a number of times before
she goes a little stir crazy.”
Connor catches up to you on the
steps, “I can put him to bed, if you wanna clean up downstairs.” he
proposes, you nodded and let Connor take Carter off your back. You
watched as Carter curled up in Connor’s chest, having your stomach
Shit. You really liked Connor.
You realized you
were just staring at Connor, making him shift awkwardly under your
stare. “Um, I’m, uh, yeah. I’m gonna go do that.” you chuckled
awkwardly, going downstairs. Mentally punching yourself in the face for
being weird. What the hell was wrong with you, you thought to yourself.
You start with the crayons, putting them back in the box. You picked up
pictures that Carter drew. You laughed at the stick figures, most of
them being Connor, him, and you. Flipping through the pictures, Carter
start drawing you and Connor holding hands, then there was one of you
two dancing, then the last one displayed you kissing. You smile softly,
thinking about the possibility of what Carter told Connor that he
blushed so furiously at. You looked over at the end of the table,
realizing a turned over paper where Connor was sitting. You glanced at
the stairs making sure Connor was still upstairs. You creep over to the
paper, turning it over.
It was you. Where you were sitting,
coloring, looking down with strands of your hair falling in front of
your eyes. Eyes that seemed to sparkle, smile lines that corresponded
with an closed smirk, a soft dimple marking your cheek. He made you look
so beautiful. It was so… realistic. And, just amazing.
“Don’t look at that.” Connor hissed, trying taking it out of your hands.
“This is me…” you stated, trailing off.
“It’s nothing. Let it go.” he continued, not sure if he meant the paper or the topic.
“No, I have questions.”
“I’m not playing 20/20 questions. Just forget I drew that. Rip it up.”
“What did Carter tell you.”
“I have to go, (Y/N), it’s getting late.”
“Just tell me, Connor.”
“The secret? The stupid fucking secret some 3 year old told me?”
“I wanna know the secret you’ve been keeping from me for like 6 months.”
“And what the fuck would that be.” He knew what you were getting on about.
“Tell me how you feel about me.”
Connor blushed, “I’m leaving.”
“Stop,” you run in front of the door. Placing a hand on Connor’s chest.
“I can’t do this right now.”
“Then when will you?!” You whisper shout, remembering Carter is still upstairs sleeping,
You two stared at each other, both feeling vulnerable. Connor clenched his jaw.
You’re too good for me. You’re a thousand times too good for me. I
don’t deserve you. I’m a loser, a freak. And you’re, I don’t even
fucking know a good word to describe you. You're… just… perfect. And I
know deep down you don’t actually like me. Just let me go home. I’ve
embarrassed myself enough, don’t you think.
“You’re so dense,
Connor.” You grabbed the back of his head, doing what he should’ve 6
months ago. Really, what you should’ve done 9 months ago. Your lips
collided together. The kiss itself was flawed: Connor kissed you back to
roughly, your noses bumped, and both of you kind of smelled like wax
from the crayons. But it was enough. It was more than enough for both of
you. It was perfect.
“Finally.” a tiny voice said from the top of
the stairs, “Took you guys long enough.” You both snapped your heads
over, breaking the kiss. It’s the fucking kid.
“Talk to us when
you know the alphabet.” Connor called out, kissing you lightly this time
like he’d never hurt you, and he never will. Carter trotted back to his
“Someone needs to tuck me in again.” Carter yelled. You looked over at Connor.
“Yeah, I got it.” Connor told you, and started for the stairs. “Oh, and if isn’t obvious, I fucking love you, (Y/N).”
You rolled your eyes at his word choice, but your stomach did back flips, “I fucking love you, Murphy.”
Woooo we did it! When I started this sideblog I had no idea it would grow so fast. The Thiam fandom is the best fandom I’ve ever been in and I just wanted to thank all my followers cuz without you this blog wouldn’t even exist! So, thank you! I’ll celebrate it this weekend with a lot of new gifs and a Thiam halloween one shot <3
fun fact in middle school we had this weird old director who, if you played your instrument while he was talking, would take your mouthpiece and stick it in his back pocket. it was just why. why his back pocket. why your mouthpiece iN HiS bAcK pOcKeT
Welcome back, my darlings. Several of you told me you are really excited about me reading this book, but ON THE OTHER HAND it has a giant SPIDER on the cover and I am not a spider fan so frankly my emotions as I approach this one are mixed, at best. But let’s be brave and dive in together.
If we skip over the stuff-we-already-know infodump, the actual information contained within the first chapter is:
Marco got a haircut and he’s feeling pretty good about his sweet new look.
Marco is trying to convince Jake that they should use their morphing powers to sneak into a concert that’s going to involve the Offspring, Alanis Morrissette, and Nine Inch Nails. I just Googled to see if I could determine whether that particular line-up ever actually played a concert together, and while I was not able to determine that, I did find a post on an Offspring message board discussing The Android. So, that’s a thing that just happened in my life.
Jake makes a decent show of “oh no, Marco, we just can’t use our morphing powers for personal gain” but also points out that there’s a big ol’ loophole in his morals where if Marco goes to the concert then Jake sort of has to go along. To keep an eye on him. For safety.
So off the boys go to find a safe out-of-the-way spot to morph into dogs so that they can find their way into a concert to make absolutely sure that Trent Reznor is not secretly an evil alien overlord. Let’s see, what do we think is going to go wrong here? Subliminal mind-control messages emitted from the amps? Trent Reznor really is a Yeerk?
The boys hide behind a dumpster and morph into dogs. In case it’s relevant later: Jake is being Homer again, and Marco found an Irish setter morph somewhere because chicks love Irish setters. (He’s not wrong about that.)
It’s Marco’s first time in a dog morph, so he quickly finds out what Jake learned in his first outing as Homer - that dogs are basically just happy and goofy and want to sniff and play with everyone and everything. Marco’s so excited about life in general that he promptly zooms out of the alley, nearly gets hit by a car, and sets to sniffing everything he can get his nose near. By the time Jake catches up, Marco has found himself a human to flirt with and is flat on his back getting his belly rubbed. It’s very dignified.
Jake eventually drags Marco away to the actual concert and off they go, wending their way through a mass of humans, smelling all their smells - food and hair products and perfume and breath and detergent etc. - as they get deep into the crowd. The kids do manage to enjoy the first two minutes or so of an Offspring song, so good for them, I suppose. But it doesn’t last long, because nothing ever does, these children are not allowed to have nice things.
Instead of enjoying their concert, they get distracted by a familiar face distributing posts for The Sharing, A Way Cool Youth Group That Is Totally Not A Cult. It’s someone named Erek King who used to go to their school but transferred out a year ago, apparently so that he could spend more time shilling for his Way Cool Not-A-Cult.
Erek gets near them as he goes on his way passing out his flyers, and both Jake and Marco recoil from him. Something about this dude is apparently Not Right above and beyond the whole Ambassador For A Creepy Youth Cult situation.
Apparently what’s wrong with Erek is that he doesn’t have any scent of his own.
Back at a meeting with the gang, Marco and Jake try to explain that Erek is like “a black hole of smell” overlaid with scents picked up from the world around him but none of his own. That seems pretty obviously weird and suspicious to everyone. They bat around some ideas: they could stake out his new school! They could back to where the concert was and comb the area for clues!
Or, Cassie interrupts like the precious child of a past time that she is, they could look him up in the phone book.
Which they do, and between knowing his last name and the area he moved to, they narrow it down to six addresses where he might be living. Jake has schoolwork and Rachel’s dad is in from out of town doing the absent-parent-visitation thing, and Ax is out in the woods doing god knows what mysterious Andalite things. So Cassie, Tobias, and Marco agree to go check out all the addresses that evening.
(In the middle of this meeting, Jake gets distracted by a sound that Tobias says is just a squirrel on the roof. I have no idea whether this is here to remind us that Tobias is a hawk with sharp senses, or whether Visser Three is crouched on the roof in squirrel form, so I mention it just in case it’s relevant later. I kind of like picturing him as a tiny angry squirrel, lashing his fluffy tail furiously.)
BigBang gif reaction when they confront the guy that broke your heart req by anon
GD- “I get it, okay? I understand heartbreak better than anyone. But you have to let her go. Let her be sad, and let her move on to better things.”
TOP- “How do I look? I have to look good when I go over to that idiot’s house today. Ya y/n, I can be scary when I want, none of this ‘cute’ crap.”
Taeyang- “Come on man, we’re both adults, let’s just talk this out. I’m not here to intimidate, I just need to know that you’ll be leaving y/n alone from now on.” Seungri pops up outta nowhere- “Nah but dude you better listen this hyung is no joke have you seen him shirtless”
Daesung- “Yeah I know he’s by the locker room, I gotta pump up first. Let him see what to look out for if he continues being a jerkface.”
Seungri- “I love to have a laugh as much as the next guy, but trust me, you won’t think it’s funny if I find out you’ve hurt y/n again.”
i went back to high school tonight to perform in a band concert and let’s just say i am feeling a lot of emotions. it’s kinda sad that i graduated 2 years ago but also i’m proud of what i have done and who i have become in those 2 years
Pretty soon we’re all going to be DEEP in Christmas songs. But there aren’t that many Thanksgiving songs. When I was in school, we learned one that I remember, a macabre Thanksgiving song called “Turkey Trot.” Here’s what I remember of it:
Turkey trot, trot, trot Across the lot, lot, lot Feeling fine, fine, fine Until Thanksgiving time
I tried to find a quality YouTube video of the Turkey Trot song, but all I found was a poorly-made animation of a turkey saying to eat ham and then a school concert that is mostly the back of an audience member’s head. But here’s an NPR story about it.
It’s a little sick, but I like it. It sits in my memory with a handful of other songs that I learned in music class as a kid, taking up valuable space that I could be using for coming up with hilarious tweets. But these songs have STAYING POWER. These songs aren’t going ANYWHERE.
Here’s the other songs from that time I can’t shake. One is Señor Don Gato - a song about a cat who falls off a roof and breaks his whiskers somehow. Lucky for you, there are many videos of this song. In fact, the hardest part for me was deciding which of the many enthusiastic performers’ videos to share. Should I share this version from Miss Nina’s Weekly Video Show (weekly videos? sounds exhausting!)
Or this terrific version by JenUwin Playtime:
Aw heck, just in explaining them I posted both.
And finally the other one: There Was an Old Woman All Skin and Bones - here in a tantalizingly titled “SKIN AND BONES.wmv”
And oh heck, I can’t help but post this one too! Have You Seen the Ghost of John! SCARY!
There you go: four great Thanksgiving songs to tide you over until the Christmas playlist kicks in at Old Navy. You’re welcome.
Monsta X as High School Students (includes quotes and how they’d act if they liked you)
Requested by anonymous A/N: This was so fun to write. Did not expect it to get this much detail put into it. Hope you like it ^^
Shownu Swim team captain. Student Government Class Representative. Friendly and well known guy. Athletic in the water and just alright on ground but does better than others because of his height and athletic build. Someone accidentally signed him up for the Class Rep election and he beat the person without even campaigning, just by sheer popularity. Volunteers as the lifeguard for the community pool during the weekends. When it’s club sign up week, the team just has him stand in front of the booth and let the sign ups happen on their own. In regards to his duty as his class representation at the Student Gov meetings, he’ll propose the most daring/big ideas and end up pleasing his fellow classmates with he managed to get approved (e.g. pool day, beach day, spa day).
“If you’re ever drowning, you can always call me … Well, I guess you really can’t if you’re drowning.”
If he likes you, he will … stop what he’s doing to smile at you even if you’re afar (can be dangerous if he’s training for a swim meet and he prolongs his time just to wave at you). If he sees you at school between classes, he’ll jog up to you just so he can walk with you and chat for a bit before he has to race back in the direction of his own class.
Wonho Well known football player and quite the charmer. Flirts without even trying. Fairs well with his school work without stressing too much about it. On the football field, he’s one to watch out for. University coaches scout for him and are waiting until he graduates. Off the field, he’s a pretty friendly guy. If you happen to trip and drop your books, he won’t point and laugh like the others; instead, he’ll help you out and make sure you’re okay. Against bullying and will stare/talk down those that he catches in the act. Gets bored easily in class, so he’s always up to mischief with his little pranks. Teacher catches him at least once a week, and he’s forced to clean the class after school ends that day. Lingers in the hallway between classes and knows admirers are ogling at him (he thoroughly enjoys it).
“Repeat after me: ‘Wonho oppa’.”
If he likes you, he will … be a lot more touchy with you, like arm over shoulders and pulling you away from bumping into anything. He’ll prioritize talking and hanging out with you whenever he sees you, even if he’s surrounded by a group of his own friends. Would also tend to show more skin/muscles when you’re around.
Minhyuk That heartwarming, friendly, welcoming events Committee Leader in student government. Always thinks about new ideas to make new students welcome and to get the student body closer together. Helps out the lost freshmen. Voices for the little guys. Hands are always full with things for events and school. Always running late to class because he was busy guiding others or talking with fellow Student Gov members about events. All administrators know him, in a good way. His smile is all that’s needed to waive that tardy streak. Horrible in P.E. Avoids the ball at all costs. Somehow always ends up with Jooheon on school projects and is the only one who can calm the younger one from all the stress. Knows everyone and everything that goes on at school. Don’t worry, your secret is safe with him.
“Hello! Don’t have anything to do this weekend? Be sure to come back to school to check out our benefit concert!”
If he likes you, he will … get you the best servings of lunch and helps you carry things. Uses his student government/event committee benefits to get you discounted tickets and the best seats. If you can’t make it to an event he’s hosting, he’ll pass on the Day Of responsibility to someone else just so he can spend time with you.
Kihyun Student Gov President and damn proud of it. He earned it though. Well liked amongst all the faculty and students. Thinks progressively of what to improve with the school and events. Advocates educational field trips. Partakes in numerous after school activities to amp up his ()resume. Works part-time at a nearby Bardot. Studious too. Pretty well balanced with his hectic schedule. First to arrive at school and last to leave. Ensured valedictorian … If it weren’t for Hyungwon’s smarts rivaling his. Does morning announcements with that honey voice of his. Whenever he hosts the school’s talent show, the crowd cheers him on to perform a song for them. Although he is a model student for all universities for any major, he secretly wants to be a singer. Lacks the courage to actually audition to be one.
“Yes, peasant? I mean, yes, I’m President.”
If he likes you, he will … share his notes with you and let’s you into the student government room just so you have a place to study where he can easily check up on you. Everyone in the student government knows who you are because he’ll always have you around even at events exclusive for them. Gets you to events with free admission.
Hyungwon An innate genius. Prefers sleep over class and pays little attention when in class. Doesn’t study and does the minimal work on all assignments, yet gets the top rank in each class. Doesn’t know where the library is or that there’s such thing as a ‘study hall’. Sits beside I.M. and I.M. nudges him awake whenever the teacher’s looking or walking close. You know how there are like small fish that accompany/help out a whale? Yeah, well, Hyungwon is the whale and IM is the small fish. Oblivious to just about everything. Even his ranking, but isn’t surprised that he’s no. 1. Profound in sports. Like with all the sports. Casually shoots three-pointers. Casually scores goals from afar. Casually brushes off the coaches’ and athletes’ recruitment. Generally quiet yet is always chilling with the popular ones.
“…” (No words because he’s either ignoring you or sleeping.)
If he likes you, he will … find the energy to stay awake during class just so he can talk with you and always wants you to be his partner for projects (and will actually partake in the work). Will actively make sure you’re okay with the class material and helps you with your studies, somehow making you get in the top five ranks for each class.
Jooheon Dude who works hard in all his classes, yet just barely makes the top ten ranking for each. Self proclaimed rival to Hyungwon when it comes to studies and sports. He’s pretty good at basketball. Music enthusiast and is like student number one in music class with how diverse he is with the instruments. Static performer at talent shows. Sometimes spotted doing street performances over long weekends and holidays. Super focused in class and tries his best to participate, but gets distracted from time-to-time with Wonho’s antics and sometimes joining in on the fun. Some dub him the class clown only because of his clever quips when another student has already begun fooling around or has asked a stupid question. Stresses easily with his studies and projects. Always antsy about things being due, tries to finish things in advance.
“No words can ever explain how I feel about spending the last sixteen hours reading over my history textbook … only to find that I read the wrong textbook for today’s test. No words.”
If he likes you, he will … always find a chance to make music with whatever is around him and sing a short song for you. Study buddy. Late night study sessions are always cozy and fun with him. Brings you coffee the morning after a late night. If you weren’t able to get what you wanted at the cafeteria because it was all taken, he’ll somehow acquire it for you.
I.M. That one guy everyone knows of and has good thoughts of. Passes out flyers for a new club he makes every semester. Ends up finding a home in the poetry club. Poetry skill amazes the performing arts teacher and ends up being the teacher’s favorite that he sits beside him during play auditions and rehearsals and makes comments when the Director doesn’t. Somehow ends up getting free lunch because of his great acquaintanceship with the lunch workers. Somehow skips out on P.E. because he managed to confuse the counsellors in enrolling him in different classes in different periods. Has anything and everything in his bag (quietly slips them to Hyungwon, Wonho, Shownu, andJooheon when they grumble about not having something). Distracts the teacher when any of mentioned dudes forget to do an assignment while they copy off another person’s.
“Come join the Intergalactic Space Food Appreciation Club! Where we eat and discuss about food we think other worldly beings eat!”
If he likes you, he will … slip notes to you during class and leaves special/affectionate ones on your desk for you to see when you return. Would have a ton of inside jokes with you and just beam whenever he sees you. Disregards what he was doing in order to talk with you, even if it’s only for a minute or two.
Back in high school our concert band was playing a piece with a few movements of star wars music, the first movement being the rather dramatic Duel of Fates (its that choral piece that plays whenever shit gets intense in the movies.) Well of course its one big build up to a very loud ending. Being the only flute who enjoyed playing piccolo in the group, I of course wound up with the part that had me in a register that was ungodly even on flute. The final notes of the piece were truthfully more high pitched squeeling than actual music. Well, the final rhythm bit is just that same note repeated twice, then a break, and repeat that three times. Right after that is the big timpani solo when everyone else goes quiet. Our first actual run through of the piece, our timpani player didn’t come in, though it hadn’t been an issue before then. While our band director was doing his typical “omgwtfbbq” freak out, the kid was apologizing saying he thought the fire alarm was going off and was very confused why weren’t getting ready to leave for a fire drill. Except there was no fire alarm. There hadn’t been any fire alarm. Now the band director was confused and the poor kid thought he was crazy.
And it kind of dawned on me.
I slowly raised my hand and the entire freaking band (and orchestra since we were combined for the piece) turns to look at me.
That is how my piccolo came to be known as the fire alarm.
Third chair violinist Person A is only in the string orchestra because they don’t care enough to take on the responsibilities of being in chamber (or so they say). Along with a fellow third chair Person B, who was unable to practice their cello for several months, the duo complain about the favoritism their conductor plays towards the first row, the level of music they’re given, and how painfully tone-deaf the back row is.