#just for this though bye bye again i'm back to uni

[ghostykapi]

you, me, us.

hirai momo & idol!fem!reader

"it’s late" you call out, pausing the show you were watching "did you have dinner yet?"

momo pauses, the bag and the shoes discarded by the door. the dogs asleep on your lap as you look over her, the sleepiness evident in your eyes.

it’s evident, that the tension in your home has finally got to you. it’s also funny that it got to you first, even though you weren’t the first one between the two of you to drift away

momo swears she doesn’t mean to, but she also knows better than to let it get this far. schedules on schedules almost on the go left you both restless for months on end

“no, not yet” she sits beside you, hoping for you to lean on her like you always do, and you do, finding comfort in her presence after so long

her heart wonders why it hurts more than it should when you hesitated for a few seconds

your head wonders why it’s still her that gives you comfort

“what do you want to eat?” you ask, her hands playing with yours, a sigh that she’s been stressed and nervous

“i don’t know” she answers back, only focusing on the feel of your hands and how she missed the way your hands always fit together “maybe some ramen would be nice”

you both don’t talk for a while, the silence carrying the rest of the conversation you both wish to have, only for fear to stop it from ever happening

“i’ll order some?” you ask after what seems forever to her ever anxious heart

“yes please” she pulls away to go and finally wash up before being stopped by you, to give her a kiss and a sleepy smile

“go you stinky” you shoo her away, so you can bring up your phone to call for some ramen takeout

maybe she can fix somethings tonight

“your stinky” she teases

“my stinky” you tease back

maybe you can feel better tonight

it only takes 24 minutes for her to be back by your side and to see you still waiting for her, despite your eyes so close to giving up already.

“you can go sleep” momo want to talk about a lot of things, wants to do a lot of things with and for you. god she really does, but when you look so tired and so sleepy she just can’t do it “you can go get some rest”

“but” you still yawn despite the obvious fact that you refuse you sleep “i missed you”

her eyes look into yours and she swears she sees the future she wants to have, it’s with you

“missed you too” she notices her dogs have been moved to their beds, snoozing away into dream land, and so grabs the opportunity to cuddle close to you, hair wet and all.

you want to say anything, anything that can make the conversation rolling.

you can’t say anything

“this is nice” is what she says instead, her arms bringing you closer “you’re so nice”

you don’t want to say anything that will ruin this

“i missed you” she’s leaving kisses all over your face, each one making you want to just sob out loud “god i missed this”

you just want her, like this with you all the time. but you can’t, you know in your professions that you can’t

“i just want to put you in my pocket” momo wipes any tears away, heart breaking at the sight of you leaning in more for her touch “i just want you near me, with me all the time”

the things you would do for her, but a part of you will always be scared that she will up and leave

“i love you” she’s kissing you now, with every emotion she wants to tell you that no one but you will understand “i love you”

you don’t need to be scared though, not when she looks at you like you hung up the stars just for her

“it’s you baby” momo doesn’t know what to do, your tears have caused a panic in her, but she swears all she sees in your eyes is love “it’s always you baby, always going to be us”

you wipe away her tears too

“it’s you, it’s me” she starts

you kiss her like she’s going to disappear

“it’s us”

[q-is-attempting-to-write-stuff]

Hello! First post on this account :D

I am rather new to the world of fanfic, and the Magnus Archives is the first fandom I have ever read or written fanfics for. This is one of my first attempts at writing in general, and I'm really enjoying it so far! So, please enjoy this little angst-y thing I have created!

"I love you,"

It was a phrase Jon was rather unfamiliar with. He rarely said it, and when he did, he never really understood it.

He was sure his parents had said it to him, though his memories of them were faded and foggy. His grandmother had said it to him when he was young. She would say it when he was spending the night with friends, or when he was going on a trip, or as an apology after she had gotten annoyed with him and had raised her voice a bit more than necessary.

She had said it, but it never really meant much to Jon. It was just a thing people said. It didn't matter much.

When he became a teenager, he used the phrase to try and explain his feelings to another boy. He learned quickly that the words seemed too strong to use on someone he didn't know well. He had made the boy uncomfortable and was left to wonder if he'd used the phrase wrong somehow.

As a young adult, in uni, he seemed to learn how to use the phrase. He had said it to Georgie a few times, not often, but he had. He was almost certain he said it more to The Admiral than to Georgie herself.

She said it far more often than he did. She said it whenever they said goodbye, or when she hugged him from behind, or out of the blue when they were sitting quietly on the couch with one another. Sometimes, Jon would return the phrase, but his usual response was just a pleased hum.

After they split up, he once again felt as though he didn't know how to use the phrase properly. 'Love' itself felt like too strong of a word for him. It had always felt too intense. He liked things, he didn't love them.

He met Tim and Sasha when he got a job as a researcher at The Magnus Institute, and after growing rather close with them, he realized he would have to get used to hearing the phrase quite often.

Tim was the kind of friend who would say, 'I love you', to his friends at every chance he got.

As he left the building each night, he'd shout, "Bye guys! Love you!", before turning for the door.

This routine continued when they had been moved to the Archives, though it seemed to take a little getting used to for Martin as well.

Jon never "I love you" back, though. He always used some version of "Goodbye Tim" or "See you Monday, Tim," but he never acknowledged the "I love you", mostly because he wasn't sure how to.

At that point, Jon was pretty sure the only times he'd said, "I love you" within the past few years were when he found a stray cat that allowed him to pet it, or to character in a book who he'd grown particularly fond of.

And, when he woke up in that hospital bed, when he heard that Tim and Daisy were dead, when Melanie had done nothing but threathen him, and when he was sure Martin was completely avoiding him, he'd come to terms with the thought that he may never here the phrase directed at himself ever again. And that hurt him more than he thought it should have.

He was never really fond of the phrase. It always felt out of place when on his tongue. But the thought of never hearing it again scared him quite a bit.

Luckily, he found he was very wrong.

As he and Martin sat in his office, huddle close together as Jon tried desperately to rub the remaining coldness from Martin's hands and to shoo away the fog still sticking to him relentlessly, he'd said it, and it felt right.

"I love you," he had whispered into Martin's faded hair as he hugged him close. "I love you, Martin. I love you," he repeated as tears trickled down his cheeks, and Martin held him tighter and cried into his shoulder.

Saying it felt right, it felt good. And it only felt more right as time went on in the safe house, and he and Martin passed the phrase back and forth all day.

"I love you," Jon would mutter as Martin got up from the bed, taking his warmth with him.

"I love you," Martin would say as he pressed a kiss onto Jon's cheek and handed him a warm mug of tea.

"I love you," Jon would roll his eyes and try to hide his smile after a friendly banter.

"I love you," Martin would whisper against Jon's hair as Jon drifted into sleep while curled up in Martin's lap.

"I love you,"

"I love you too,"

The phrase finally felt right to Jon. It felt right to hear it, and it felt right to say it. It felt safe.

And, even as the world ended, filled with fear and constantly watching eyes, Jon could still say it. It was still safe.

It always would be.

"I love you," Martin said, wrapping his arms around Jon, "We're going to fix this."

"I love you," Martin said, again, before pulling his sleeping bag over his shoulders and shutting his eyes. "Goodnight, Jon."

And now, Jon said it. Wrapped, once again, in Martin's arms, one hand against Martin's cheek and the other wrapped around Martin's trembling hand holding a knife. He wiped a few of the tears from Martin's cheek and said in a voice that was no longer entirely his own, "I love you."

"I love you too," Martin's said despite his anger, and his fear, and his painful sadness. Over everything he felt, he meant what he said.

He felt love. Jon, too, felt love, and he felt loved. He wished he could feel it forever.

And as they kissed, Jon knew that this was the last time he was ever going to hear the words; "I love you."

[mimimirilurk]

Who Knew? [2]

Chapter 2 —⁠☆ Jealousy, Jealousy

Timeskip —⁠☆

Class ended early today, I pack my things and hurry out into the hall. Coincidentally, I bump into the familiar red and blue duo. I smile and wave. They spotted me and headed in my direction, "Y/n! Funny bumping into you again!" Kaeya remarks. He's always been the more charismatic one between the two. Diluc gives me a smile, "Been a while, Y/n." I nod, it really had been a long time since I last saw their faces, if you don't count media and billboards. "Yeah it has. Why are you guys here? I mean- assuming you transferred, why did you?" The two exchanged looks, "We were actually supposed to start college here. Unfortunately, we got occupied with work and opted to go for a school near the city where most of our shoots took place." I look at them kind of astonished. They're still the same guys as they were when we were kids, but at the same time it feels like I don't know them at all. I cleared my throat, "Well since I'm already here and if you're not busy, want me to tour you around the campus?" They both accepted my offer and we headed on our way. "Welcome to Genshin University! Known for it's vast variety in courses, and is sister schools with Honkai Uni and Star Rail Uni. There are actually more sister branches but we can discuss those a different time." I hear a small chuckle from Kaeya behind me as I speak. I elbow him in the arm and he clears his throat immediately causing Diluc to laugh loudly despite him trying to keep it in. They never change, do they? I walk them through the different course buildings, nap spots, quiet areas, smoking areas, cafeterias, etc (Classrooms are a separate conversation though). "Lastly, our library! There's actually two more, but this is the main one! It's home to a large variety of people, me included. It's manned by some pretty cool librarians too. Speaking of, I just spotted one of them. You guys go and explore if you want, I'll head off first. This campus guide is getting off her shift." I wave bye before heading towards the cute librarian. "Hey Tighnari!" I excited wave. He looks over at me and gives me that same warm and welcoming smile he always does. "Hey Y/n. What genre will it be today?" I giggle as I approach him. {Outside of Y/N's POV} Y/n leans on the library's reception desk as she talks to Tighnari. She's ecstatic, it seemed like they really enjoyed talking to the dark green haired boy. From the distance, a pair of crimson eyes watch the two of them with a sour expression. Diluc clenched a hand into a fist, he felt pain and he couldn't understand why. He's never experienced this before. Kaeya glanced at Y/n then back at his brother, he realized something Diluc didn't.

Later at Night —⁠☆

a/n: Hope you enjoy it! CHAPTER LIST

[nicistrying]

Weds 7th Feb

Last day at work! I'm off for a week now, Matt had his exams yesterday and Monday so I took time off to spend with him before uni gets busy again. It's also Nanna Mary's bday next week and I wanted the day off to take her out ☺️ It was so lovely leaving the office today and everyone being happy for me having some time off? Like I said bye to everyone and they all were like 'oh bye have a lovely week off do lots of fun things enjoy!!!' I remember telling people at my old job I had booked any time off and they'd be like 'wtf how will we cope' and I'd be stressing the whole time I was off and dreading going back knowing it would be a shit show that I had to fix. The new job literally won't cross my mind while I'm off, it doesn't need to 😌

So I was suuuper excited coming home tonight, Matt is out with his uni friends tonight celebrating making it through the exams so I worked out - upper body and core

Had leftover sausage casserole for dinner with my little home grown potatoes and cheese

(Maggie was not impressed that I didn't share even though she had just eaten her own dinner)

Followed by a lovely soak in the bath drinking Baileys 😍

Watching TV for an hour then I can go to bed at a normal time tonight! We've been going to bed at 9.30 lately as we were getting up so early. There will be no alarms set tomorrow and the plan is to take Maggie to the beach, then go out in town for dinner and a couple of drinks together 🥰🥰

[eternalstrigoii]

hi i just found this blog again after a couple of years now and i wanted to let you know that i think about unfettered regularly

it was so so good and also very important to me as one of the few black OCs that i could find at the time

i remember reading it the year leading up to uni and i’m now coming up to my final year so finding this blog was v nostalgic even though it was only like 2 years ago iirc

anyway ur v talented ok bye💕

my reaction to this ask in gif form.

But, no, seriously: Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I've been playing cat and mouse with my brain since just before I "finished" Unfettered, and I have every intention of updating the first several chapters for quality and lost potential, and then continuing on in some form or other. (Same with other works.)

I wish you the best, personally, and cannot express enough how kindness like this makes me want to get back to the things that I love (and also do more for characters I love.)

You're too kind, ily. Come back soon, I'm gonna do my best to make somethin' just for you.

[guvato]

Tamalog Day 27

Today we began the day at 8:30AM when i woke up to my alarm clock ringing, calling for me to check up on my Tamas and call their Sitters afterwards, which i did. But little did i know, i should have just enjoyed my time left with one of our girls, cuz as i predicted yesterday, today someone went away. Pretty much just woke up, checked real quick if nobody was dying, called the Sitters and then i went back to sleep.

Waking up at 12:00PM i waited some time to pick everybody up cuz i needed some time to myself for a bit. At 1:00PM i got ready to go to work and went on to pick everybody up, but then i noticed something, Neliatchi was already asking to go back to her home planet, and i was devastated as it wasn't expected by me that she would go so soon. This time though we got an animation of Neliatchi transforming into a Pro Musician along with her goodbyes, which was pretty neat and i was very proud of her, but yeah, we had to say bye-bye to our Tama Friend, but she will probably get famous and become rich real soon so it's for the better, really. Our new friend is a boy that for his first evolution turned into Mokumokutchi, he spent all day doing fine and didn't give me much trouble at all, which is great, but doesn't mean i wasn't playing with him and getting to know him already. Picochutchi also did fine all day, she enjoyed some Somen Noodles and a Cactus Steak, went to the TamaVerse and ate some Dates to make her afternoon as perfect as possible. Tuyopitchi ate a lot of different food, but didn't find a favorite, but we'll be looking for them best we can, i gave her some pets during the afternoon also since she wasn't as fond of me as she usually is, but after the best petting of her life she came around to loving me again.

During the evening i needed to change my Pix's batteries and charge my Uni, so it was a preeeetty uneventful night. I mostly just checked on everybody and cleaned some poops, but other than that i just did my thing.

When it was time to sleep, Mokumokutchi was obviously the first one to fall asleep, then, Tuyopitchi asked me for some pets to help her sleep, and y'know they ask and i deliver, so she didn't sleep petless tonight. Picochutchi just did her thing and went to sleep as normal like every night, i'm glad to have amazing Tamas that even though they need my help they won't torment me if i don't go checking on em every 5 minutes. Our Tama Day ended fast but it was no problem, as it was a great Tama Day with a new friend to join our roster.

Will probably have some issues doing new Tamalogs cuz apparently my laptop died and it won't turn on, so i will be writing from my phone until i get everything sorted out. But i will try my best to not stop writing them. Things are going down but we'll soon rise up. Thanks for reading, hope to see you tomorrow. Good Night <3

[mellow-worlds]

From the beginning I felt very attracted to him. Not necessarily on the first night we met, because I mostly talked to a back then, but ever since the first time we actually started talking. I'm really grateful for him and it seems like he really wanted to spend time with me yesterday. I'm really happy about that. We went to the lectures together and sat next to each other and I even went to this other lecture with him just because. Every now and then, our arms would brush against each other and I always tried to kind of lean in a little to facilitate the touch. After the lectures, even after A left, we went to the cafe on campus and just kept talking and he postponed his gym date a little, just so we could keep talking. We talked about a lot of things and I laughed a lot. At times I might've opened up a little too much, since he studies psych I hope he doesn't realise how much in my brain went wrong. I told him about dad's upcoming marriage and how I never really got along with my mom. I suppose it could be worse. He opened up a little as well, talking about how he kind of has a choleric side to him sometimes and I told him I can only really get mad at my mother. But luckily, the tone never was too serious, we kept joking around and laughing. Something that embarrasses me a little is that I accidentally made it clear that I don't like it when people smoke and he seemed very conscious about that. While walking to the train station, he was super cautious to blow the smoke in the opposite direction. Ofc I appreciate that, but I wish I hadn't made him feel bad about it (if I even did idk). He told me never to start smoking and that he just generally likes to consume drugs. He's very sweet, and he's been very honest. I always try to be as honest as possible as well, but sometimes I just don't say something because it would "make me look bad" even if it totally wouldn't. I'm super conscious about the things I say most of the time, so it's hard for me to turn it off. Another thing! We talked about haircolour and he thought my hair was natural. He also told me it looks good on me :)))))). I could only ashamedly say "thanks" and look at the ground, before the conversation was carried on quickly. We even hugged after saying good bye in the train. He's just so attractive. He's perfect, honestly.

I really don't know if he likes me in any way. He probably was just being kind. I mean, I don't really have anything to offer. He did find it interesting that I'm an anarchist and maybe the fact that I also write poetry caught his eye. And yes, our conversation felt natural and never really came to a halt. But idk, I'm not particularly interesting or smart or funny or clever or pretty. I really can't tell if he thinks well of me or if he's just being nice. And honestly, this guy is part of the reason I might delay my suicide. I said I'd be dead until the end of November, but now I want to see how things go. My friends at uni and kinda my old friends at well kinda gave me back my will to live. Or at least when I'm with them. When I'm alone I can sometimes smile when I think about them, but I'm still very sad. It's not as bad as it used to be, though. Idk. Like I said, I want to see how things play out. Maybe I'll be happier again should we get closer, which is the best I could hope for. And if we don't, i can still end it all. I wonder how I'd do it... it's just a little frustrating how I keep postponing it. But it's not like I actually have a deadline or anything lmao. To be honest, death sounds very nice. I wish for my death to be peaceful. P and I talked about getting old and we both said we couldn't imagine getting older than thirty, both thinking we might die before that. He wants to have kids at around thirty though. I think that inside of him, there lies a very deep sadness. I wouldn't say he'd want to kill himself as well, but I think that deep down, he's very sad. What he told me about consuming drugs is kind of enough, ngl. Either way, I kind of miss him rn. It's stupid, I wouldn't have seen him anyway this weekend since both of us left our city, but yeah. I've been thinking a lot about him. My sister's bf came with us and we're showing him the cutt a little, so I keep thinking about what it'd be like showing P the city. Yeah.... I'm hopeless. I don't want to ignore all the time we've spent together so far and how he even freed up some time just to talk to me, but it's like... I don't have a lot of good features he could've noticed so he probably doesn't care about me specifically. And yeah, talking to someone doesn't make you find them interesting in any way. I mean yeah, to me, he's incredibly attractive. Ofc that doesn't account for anything. Alr atp I'm running in circles, I guess I'll just have to wait. If I get sadder again, I'll just kill myself. I'm saying that like it's easy.

[natteryaktoad]

Patrick & Jenny Sell, Day 84, Part 2

Jenny: ...Yeah, we have a car... Evenings? What time... yeah, I could do that. And... it's really good to hear from you... yeah, but maybe we could hang out sometime? I'd like that. You could come for dinner... oh, alright. Bye.

Patrick: Who was that on the phone earlier?

Jenny: Vince.

Patrick: What?! He hasn't spoken to you in years!

Jenny: I know, it was really weird - the last person I was expecting to hear from.

Patrick: What did he want?

Jenny: He's found me a job - a delivery driver, evenings. If I can use the car?

Patrick: Yeah, of course.

Jenny: I really think this might be a way back in with Vince. I know he was horrible to me when I left for uni, but I think that was just his insecurity talking. Maybe he's in a better place now.

Patrick: Yeah, maybe. I'd still be careful around him. He did slap you.

Jenny: I know. I'll be wary... but I really would like to have a relationship with him again. You know he and Andrei have started hanging out again recently?

Jenny: I think you're supposed to just woohoo constantly when you're trying for a baby...

Patrick: I could get on board with that!

Patrick: Again? Just to be sure...

Jenny: I wish! I have to go and get dressed - I'm meeting Vince at five.

Patrick: Alright. Drive safe.

Jenny: Don't wait up - he said I'll probably be needed until after midnight.

Patrick: Babe, you know I'll be wide awake until you're home safe and sound.

Jenny: You're a soppy idiot.

Patrick: True. And you love me for it.

Jenny: Also true.

Jenny had wants for five different careers, so I had her search for jobs and take the first one of those careers which came up. None of them did, until the very last one on the computer - criminal. So she's working for Vince (or perhaps for Vince's boss, I'm not sure) and doesn't really know exactly what the job entails (although I imagine she has suspicions).

They tried for baby twice but no chimes. It's not like there's any sort of time pressure.

Patrick should probably talk to Bela, though. I don't know if he's quite as happy about giving her up as he made Jenny believe...

[otrtbs]

HELLO NAT!!! okay I have a few things to say and I will try to make this short because I have habit is talking too much on Internet BYE

okay so the thing is, I don't just love ahb,,, I ADORE it. like,, straight up adore it. I associate so many things with ur fic and maybe it's little bit insane and unhealthy but it makes me so happy and I'm ATTACHED okay?? it's just THAT GOOD.

now, I've always loved arts. my grandpa is musician, my dad is obsessed with paintings and has collection of books about artists (I have degas' book next to my bed atm), my sister is taking art studies in uni so i've always been close to arts and always wanted to take art studies in uni as well,,, but after ahb??? OH don't even get me STARTED.

that fic changed so many things for me, I became totally different person during summer and even my classmates can see that. I started consuming more information about paintings as well and discovered paintings that now I simply adore (the kiss by hayez, death and life by klimt (all credit to ahb for this one), the storm on the sea of galilee by rembrandt (watched documentaryabout gardner heist, LOVED IT), the angel in the sun by turner and SO MANY MORE!!) and all of it happened because of YOUR fic

all of this is exactly why I absolutely lost my shit and legit CRIED when I saw that u read my fic,,, it just means so so much I simply can not put it into words. I hope I don't sound too dramatic when I say that you, quite literary, changed the way I viewed arts and some other things as well with your fic and it just means a lot that you read something I created and most importantly - you LIKED it?? OH yeah imma go CRY again /pos

obviously that's not everything I have to say but it's 3 am and I have school tomorrow AND I don't wanna bore you too much with my rantings sooo I guess that's main things I wanted to say.

(OH and I absolutely LOVED new chapter of tcb!! you're amazing.)

ahh hello!! (I also talk too much on the internet,, rambling is my favorite so I see you and I am you haha)

first, I want to say you have no idea how much it means to me to know that my fic had a positive impact on you oh my goodness :,)) i am so happy that you love art heist, and that it makes you happy, and that it led to you looking into art more (let me cry for 284858201 years,, my heart is so FULL :,)) )

second!! THE KISS BY HEYEZ that’s such a good one!! ALSO THE ISABELLA STEWART GARDNER HEIST I THINK ABOUT IT ALL THE TIME !!! i want it solved !!! i want to know !!!!!! I WANT THE PAINTINGS BACK!!!!

also YEAH UR FIC WAS SO GOOD AHHH

i love love love unrequited Bartylus and ur fic had regulus AND barty yearning :,( my feeble heart i adore both of them so much <333 if you ever write a follow up please lmk so I can read it !! haha (absolutely no pressure though!! ur fic is wonderful as a stand-alone!!)

i cannot thank you enough for your kindness and the love you’ve shown art heist, baby! :,) i hope you get a good nights sleep and you have a good day!!!! (also you could never bore me, this I can promise)

(also, also ahhh thank you so so much for reading tcb! I’m so glad you like it <33)

okay, thank you again for sending this wonderfully kind message ahhh good luck with school :,) <333

[tyunniverse]

TXT x DISNEY Halloween Shorts 🎃 (1/5)

pairing: ot5 x reader

genre: fluff, college au

warnings: light swearing

synopsis: there's a halloween event at your uni and a few students are in the mood for misfit.

yeonjun | soobin | beomgyu | taehyun | hueningkai

YEONJUN | Tangled (1.8k)

A cloud of dust flurries around the room the moment you set one of the boxes down the floor, making you sneeze. You half expected the theatre storage room to be cleaner this time of the year due to the frequent visits and rummaging of the other students, but that sadly wasn't the case.

Your class was one of the few that had a small reenactment planned for tonight's event and you were doing Tangled. Your class president's request to gather the props and costumes needed for tonight was no match for the excitement you felt when you'd been granted to play the role of your favorite character, Rapunzel. You just didn't expect the place to look like it hadn't been cared for in years, and the props and costumes to be as heavy as they are. A little help would be nice right now.

The door creaks and you quickly turn around, sighing in relief when you saw the the chair still pressed against the old door . Your class president had warned you about the door's broken knob. The thing can only be opened from the outside, and once you get shut in, you can only hope for someone to notice and get you out. Unless, of course, you're willing to face the consequences for breaking school property.

You exercised a little caution upon entering earlier, blocking the door from accidentally closing. You check the time on the clock. The play was going to start in an hour or so and luckily you were already in costume, so that's one less problem. All you needed to do now was gather the last box of costumes and you were out. The box was placed at the far end of the room so you make your way there, carefully maneuvering around the dusty cabinets and compartments as to not soil your costume.

Another creak echoes in the room and you paid it no mind, crouching down to check the contents of each box. The chair you placed there was pretty heavy, and it'd take more than the wind to push it away. You continue to check the boxes until you hear another creak and the sound of the door slamming shut.

You frantically stood up and felt the life of you being drained out as you see the door closely shut and a familiar pink hair sticking out from the other side of the cabinets.

"Oof, the winds sure are strong this time of year." You hear the person chuckle to himself and you knew all too well who it was.

You scramble your way towards the front, fuming. "Yeonjun, what the fuck?!"

"Holy—" Yeonjun jumps, clutching his chest. "Y/N?! What the hell was that for?! You scared me." He huffs, trying to calm himself down.

You glare up at him. "Do you even know what you just did?!"

Yeonjun sighs, holding his arms up. "Yes, I know, I know. I shouldn't have entered the storage room, but listen—"

"No, you listen. Do you seriously not know what you just did?" You snap.

Yeonjun gives you a confused look. "Huh? You're not talking abour me coming inside the storage room?" He cocks his head to the side when you don't answer. Poor guy felt like he was in the middle of an interrogation. He was starting to feel uncomfortable with how pissed you looked so he turns toward the door. "Look, if you're not gonna answer me then I'll just come back when you're done and—"

"Oh." Yeonjun tries twisting the doorknob again. "Haha, is this thing broken?" He laughs it off, now facing you. "You have a key right?"

Silence.

"If the key works then I wouldn't be mad right now, Yeonjun." You tell him and the gears in his mind finally click. He just locked you both in.

An idea lights up in his head and he starts searching through his pockets. "Wait, I think I have my phone with— wait, wait— yeah, no." He chuckles nervously, eyes slowly meeting yours. "You don't happen to have your phone, do you?"

"Yeah, well that's exactly why I'm here." Yeonjun sits down on top one of the boxes. "I have to dress up as the Beast and hand out flyers later but it's at the same time as Kai's performance and you know I wouldn't miss it for the world. Plus, he threatened me if I don't show up, so I got someone to switch with me."

You raise a brow, crossing your arms. "That doesn't explain why you're here though."

"Rapunzel didn't exactly have any pockets in her outfit, Yeonjun." You give your costume a quick patting. "What are you doing here anyway? I thought your department was doing this whole Beauty and the Beast themed buffet."

"I'm getting there." Yeonjun winks or at least tries to. "We have a lot of time anyway."

"Speak for yourself." You throw a dusty old rag at him and he coughs after it hits his face. "Our play starts in an hour and I have to get these costumes to them in 10 minutes. And now we're both stuck here because of you."

"Alright, I'll cut to the chase! Let's make a deal."

You throw another rag at him and he catches it, throwing it to the ground. You huff, "You're not exactly in the position to make deals, Yeonjun. You got us into this mess."

"Well, you're not in the position to decline either since we're both stuck here." Yeonjun smirks, standing up. "Look, one of my seniors is in charge of handing us our costumes and he won't be arriving for another hour. I have to get the costume myself so I can hand it to my substitute but I can't do that when my senior's keeping an eye on me. So here's the thing," He walks over to the Beast's costume that was hung up along with a few others. "You let me take this costume and swear you won't tell anyone about it. If someone from the theatre approaches you later asking about the costume, you say you don't know anything. In return, I'll get us out of here ASAP."

You stare back at him in annoyance. As much as you'd like to rat on him as usual, you were one of Kai's closest friends and unfortunately, Yeonjun was also a friend of his, hence why you knew each other. Kai at least needed one of his friends to be there for his performance and it certainly wouldn't be you. He had told you after you'd been chosen as Rapunzel and you both understood that you had your own things going on at the same time so it's fine. You still planned on making it until his last song though.

"Fine. I'm only doing this for Kai and the fact that I'm desperate to get out of here." You agree to the compromise and Yeonjun grins. "But the moment I'll get in trouble for being caught lying, you don't even wanna imagine what I'll do to you."

"Works for me." Yeonjun reaches out his hand and you two shake on it. "Now, I'm gonna need your wig."

"What? No." Your hands instinctively rope in Rapunzel's long ass wig. "It took me nearly 30 minutes to prepare this."

"Fine, then you'll have to do it yourself." Yeonjun walks over to the small window placed up high on the wall. "There's a lot of people down there but I doubt they'll hear us screaming from the third floor. Instead," He grins, pointing at your wig. "You're gonna stick your arm out with the wig and twirl it around to get their attention."

His idea was the dumbest thing you'd heard that day but it actually might be dumb enough to work. You were pretty desperate already. What's a little wig sacrifice? "Fine." You sigh, approaching him. "Hand me the chair."

"Can't." Yeonjun shakes his head. "I moved it outside."

You frown. "How am I supposed to get up there, then? None of these boxes can hold my weight."

Yeonjun chuckles as he opens his arms. "Don't worry, I'll hold you up."

Your feel your face heat up at his suggestion. The room suddenly felt a bit stuffier than it had been a moment ago and you wish you didn't have to be in this situation. "Be careful with the dress."

"Sure, sure." Yeonjun coos, moving in closer to scoop you up.

The two of you struggle for a while to balance yourselves. Yeonjun had his arms wrapped around your legs as he hoisted you up, and you quickly gather the rest of your wig and toss the length through the window.

"Start twirling it around!"

You do as he says and starts twirling the wig around like a madman.

"Start screaming! HEE— ah wait, HEEELP!!"

You giggle when his voice cracked in the middle. "HELP!!"

A crowd gathers on the ground, marvelling at the sight of a spinning wig from the third floor. A few students heard your screams and sent someone up there to rescue you. Luckily, it wasn't the senior that Yeonjun had told you about so she left the two of you to sort things out on your own after opening the door. It still baffles you how his plan even worked to begin.

The clock catches your attention, reminding you of your tight deadline. You quickly gather the boxes of props and costumes you'd prepared earlier and made a quick stop at where Yeonjun was. "I have to go." You tell him.

"Yeah, me too." Yeonjun flashes you a smile but the duffle bag he was holding doesn't go unnoticed. He follows your line of sight and chuckles when he sees you were staring at the bag. "A deal's a deal. Don't worry too much about it, we won't get caught." He attempts another wink, and this time it actually works.

"Bye then." You nod, not wanting to waste anymore time.

"Wait!" Yeonjun holds on to your wrist and you turn around, meeting his gaze. "Good luck."

"Yeah, we both know that's not what you want to say." You grin.

"You're gonna try to show up later right?" Yeonjun smirks. "I'll save you a seat next to me."

[firemblem-fics]

Running With the Wolves [1]

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-> Yuri Leclarc x Fem!Reader

-> Modern!Au | Gang!Au | Enemies to Lovers

-> Word Count: ~3.3k

-> Warnings: Violence, Blood, Cursing, Weapons

-> Summary: You were just a normal college student, trying to find her way in a new place. You didn’t mean to get caught up in the wrong crowd. You just wanted coffee, but now you’re running with the wolves.

-> A/N: SURPRISE I POSTED IT EARLY ! thanks to my lovely beta readers for helping me revise and edit this chapter to make it better! i’m still in a writing mental block but i think this is one step closer to getting out of it! so, please enjoy (again)! also, all characters are aged up (21+)! also y’all should reblog this so it gets out more 🥺

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"Fuck- She's losing too much blood, Boss, she's not gonna make it!"

"No, no. She's going to make it- I'll make sure of it. Stay alive!"

Your vision was dark and blurry- you couldn't quite see anything. You could only make out a few silhouettes hovering above you, each one rushing around and yelling frantically. You couldn't count how many were there. Your vision kept doubling and it was hard to discern one person from three. Focusing just caused things to get worse.

"Someone put pressure on the damn wound! She certainly won't make it if you all keep messing around."

It was only now that you noticed a sharp pain radiating from your chest, right below your ribs. You gasped loudly and coughed. It hurt worse than the throbbing that already coursed through your head. Your body burned.

Trying to look down, you saw a rag soaked in blood. Hands with bright nails pressed down on your wound to slow the flow, but it didn't seem to be helping. You started feeling dizzy and laid back again, clenching your eyes tight as nausea engulfed you.

"No, keep your eyes open, Y/N, dammit! Wake up!"

Slowly, the pain began fading, as did your view of the people above you and their voices. You could still barely hear the voice crying, sobbing out your name. Whoever they were, they were crushed.

"Wake up!"

Was that voice finally fading away too?

"Wake up!"

No- it was getting louder.

"Wake up!"

"Ellie, what the fuck do you want?" You groaned, rolling over on your bed.

Your roommate bounced on her knees, making your bed creak loudly. "What do you mean? It's like 10am, your class is at 11. Don’t talk to me with that tone of voice."

"Fuck me."

"Absolutely not, baby." Ellie smacked a pillow beside you and got up. "Get ready!" She went to her own room, leaving you to your own devices.

When you applied for an apartment roommate, Ellie was certainly not the one you were expecting. You would've preferred a chill, laid-back, person. Instead, Eleonora Yumizuru walked into your life (and apartment) and practically made herself at home. She didn't judge you from transferring so far away from your old home for your last year of college, claiming that "home roots don't mean shit when it comes to making it in the real world".

She had the right to say such a thing, having moved to Fodlan from another country in her youth. She was able to understand the occasional homesickness and help you cope as you adjusted to Fodlan life. She understood you like the back of her hand from the moment you met and you did the same for her.

Really, you had to let her move in. She’d probably have stayed even if you rejected her.

She was the complete opposite of what you were looking for- overconfident, stubborn, loud- but she grew on you and easily became your best friend. There was just something about the bubbly, blue-eyed, blonde-bobbed bitch that hooked you.

She had certainly hooked other people as well, but thank God her bedroom is on the other side of the apartment. Her social skills and magnetic personality worked for platonic friends and acquaintances as well. Ellie was constantly bringing over friends, allowing you to expand your own circle. She was heaven-sent for a newbie like you.

You sat up from your bed, yawning and stretching. Trudging to your bathroom, you rolled your eyes as the infamous Taylor Swift blared through Ellie's speakers, "Shake it Off" shaking the entire apartment. Nothing against T. Swift, but sometimes she was not the first thing you want to hear when you wake up. At least not at max volume. Ignoring the song switching to "You Belong With Me" -another banger from Swift herself, but really "Teardrops on My Guitar” was your favorite- you finished getting ready and lazed into Ellie's room.

"I've got class 'till late today." You sat on her bed. "Do you want me to pick up dinner? It’ll let me explore the area."

"Oh, please do. You need to get out more. But where?"

You shrugged. "There's really only like two good food places here. Golden Pizza and Blue Lion Buffet. Your choice."

Ellie thought for a moment. "I went to the buffet with my little friend Touma the other day... so pizza! I just can't choose a side in their little spat."

"Spat?" You tilted your head.

"Goodness, Y/N! I know you're a little new here, but you haven't even heard of the shit that goes on between those restaurant owners?"

Shaking your head, you stayed silent for her to continue.

"The owners of Blue Lion Buffet, Eagle's Freezery, and Golden Pizza are all huge rivals. I heard they were all close, but went their separate ways. All the owners' kids are our age, too. They go to Fodlan Uni, but I don't know who they are." She smiled. "I am an esteemed woman with an upcoming high status. Who would I be to take sides? I prefer to cater to them all."

You could only nod, hiding a smirk at Ellie’s infatuation of fame. A huge restaurant rivalry. How funny. "What about that little cafe on the corner? What's it called? Café des Loups?"

"They're pretty neutral, just some college dropouts trying to make some money. I think they’re gonna get involved eventually- every restaurant’s been dragged into their drama at least once."

You nodded, standing up and messing with your apartment keys. "I'll keep that in mind. Bye, Ellie!"

"Bye! I better see some pizza later!" She called as you made your way out of the apartment, now playing "I Knew You Were Trouble".

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College was honestly a scam.

You sat in the classes for two hours at a time, for what? You were paying thousands of dollars to be talked at by old dusty men who made you fall asleep faster than trying to read their overpriced textbooks. You paid thousands to nap at a desk.

Unfortunately for you, though, your thousand dollar desk nap was interrupted by a tapping on the surface. You huffed and looked up, coming face to face with a pair of soft, orange eyes. They radiated kindness and just looking into them seemed to lift your mood immediately.

"Hey, you need to wake up for this part. The professor said there's gonna be a quiz on this section tomorrow."

You shot up, looking back at your professor. Blushing embarrassedly, you smiled at the boy. "Thank you..."

"Ferdinand." He drew his bottom lip in between his teeth, as if to conceal his smile, before giving up and returning yours just as brightly.

As you faced forward to Professor Hanneman, as you were pretty sure his name was- or was it Ham Man? You didn’t care enough to know- you were now struggling with two distractions. One, the weight of your eyelids as they threatened to pull you back into dreamland. Two, Ferdinand.

You kept glancing at him, taking in his complexion. He must have come to class late, since you didn't see him before. Or maybe he was on time- you did fall asleep quite early into the lecture.

You were eyeing his carefully sculpted jawline, dotted with subtle stubble that connected to sideburns and led up to clean, silky, orange hair. You wished to run your fingers through it-

"Y/N, this is the second time I've seen you not paying attention." You jumped nearly three feet in the air. "Next time, I'll have to ask you to leave my class since you are obviously taking it as a joke."

"I-I'm not joking! Sorry!" You stuttered, finally finding a reason to keep your attention on the lecture. You did look away once, just to glare at Ferdinand, who only winked and chuckled at your misfortune.

Class was eventually over and you sighed, finally loosening up from forcing yourself to pay attention. You packed your notebook and laptop and swung your backpack on, getting ready to leave the room before a voice called to you.

You turned back. "Ferdinand?"

"I was simply wondering where your next class was. I can walk you to it, if you'd like." Said boy walked quickly towards you, holding himself with a nearly-perfect posture. You felt anxious- he was trying to make himself seem like a gentleman, but you still felt a little unnerved.

"Oh, um, sure! It's not for another fifteen minutes, but it is across campus."

Ferdinand's grin seemed to get larger, making his eyes crinkle at the edges. "How wonderful! That little café is down there and I've been meaning to check it out anyways. It works out perfectly."

"Uh, yeah." You laughed nervously. This was the first time a boy had taken interest in you- or was he really interested? Maybe he's just being nice-

"Also, before I forget. May I get your number? I'd like to talk to such a gorgeous woman like you a little more."

Oh, he was so interested. You had to make yourself breathe again as you handed him your phone to let him put his number in. He gave it back to you and you noticed a heart and a smiley face emoticon next to his contact name. Your heart fluttered at the sight of the emojis and you felt your cheeks heat up a bit. Ferdinand gave you a sweet smile before holding the door open for you, letting you lead the way to your next class.

On the way to the building, Ferdinand spent the time asking you questions and getting to know you better. He had scratched basically the entire surface of you, save for the secrets that new people shouldn't know, and the same could be said for you. Ferdinand was definitely a polished and refined man. He made quite the impression on you.

"What are you doing after classes?" You asked, hoping to invite him for pizza at your apartment.

"Ah, I've got work!" He smiled sheepishly. He definitely caught onto your hopes...

"Really? Where? Maybe after, you could stop by for some Golden Pizza-"

"Actually, I work at the Eagles Freezery." He was tense, suddenly. "So I really shouldn't. Rivalry and all of that, you know?"

You were a little confused, actually. "Why would that prevent you from hanging out for a bit? You didn't buy it, I did. Plus I thought the rivalry was only between the buffet and the pizza place?”

"It's- it's a loyalty thing. It’s between all three of us.”

"It's a restaurant. How loyal could you possibly be to a dumb little ice cream parlor-"

"It's more than that!" Ferdinand snapped his mouth closed, suddenly making himself quiet after his angry outburst. "Listen, I cannot and will not eat there, look at it, talk about it, or do literally anything about it. Please, just understand that."

"Uh, yeah." You nervously readjusted your backpack on your shoulder. "I- I should get to class now. I'll see you later, Ferdinand."

"Goodbye, I'll message you after work!" With that, he sent you a wink and a smile and turned, going about his own day with the most carefree pep in his step. As if nothing ever happened. You, on the other hand, could not have been more confused. Ferdinand seemed unpredictable when it came to his moods. He was comforting and kind, yet was so… upset when you insulted the parlor. It was a restaurant. Why did he get so worked up about it? Maybe Ellie was right about it being such a big deal.

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“I just ordered! Go, go, I’m starving!”

Not even five minutes after you got out of your last class, Ellie was calling to remind you about dinner. You were still slightly unnerved from your encounter with Ferdinand, but you agreed to pick it up and would never hear the end of it if you didn’t do something as simple as takeout.

Golden Pizza was only about two blocks away and you stayed on the phone with your roommate the entire time, only saying goodbye as you walked in the establishment. The restaurant was very nice, the honey yellow walls and the glow of the wood-fired oven making the ambience warm and welcoming. You didn’t wait long in the line, soon coming up to meet a boy about your age with a glimmering emerald gaze and a smile just as bright at the front counter.

“Hi!” The boy- Claude, according to his nametag- greeted, “How can I help you?”

“I’m just picking up an order for Eleonora Yumizuru.”

Claude nodded and typed a few things into a computer at the counter. “I know Ellie! She and I had Stats together before she dropped out to pursue her acting career. She’s certainly something.”

“Oh, definitely. I’m her roommate.” Speaking of the devil, your phone vibrated in your pocket. It was a message from her. “She actually just messaged me. Wants me to bring her a dumb little lemonade from that cafe.”

Claude laughed, “You can go and get it now, if you’d like. Your pizza will be a few more minutes. Ellie set the time for your pickup for later, so you’re actually ten minutes early.”

You thanked him and left, walking to the cafe. You took your time, observing the shops around you. Across the street from Golden Pizza stood the Blue Lion Buffet. You smiled to yourself- what a cliche to have rivals across from each other. Beside the pizza parlor was another food shop, the Eagles Freezery. You thought about Ferdinand- he said he was working today. Maybe you could drop by and- No. No, Y/N. Go get your lemonade and go.

A soft bell chimed as you opened the door. You saw four people in cafe uniforms, going about their day as you approached the register.

“Welcome to our humble abode!”

“Constance, that’s only used for a home.”

You shyly waved at the so-called Constance and the pink-haired girl who corrected her. Cafe des Loups- or Cafe of Wolves- was a quaint place, quiet and not crowded, kind of like an off-brand Starbucks. Dim lights adorned the high black ceiling, illuminating the shop just enough for a comforting ambience. There was a mural of a rainforest painted on the wall to the opposite of the counter with comfortable tables and lounging areas. If you could, you’d probably waste the day away lounging around. It was the perfect environment for an introvert like you.

At this shop, a large dark-haired man controlled the register instead of Claude. As you approached the register, you noticed that he wasn’t wearing a nametag, but you had a small urge to call him Bigfoot.

“Hey! What can I get ‘cha?”

You scoured the menu. “Just two pink lemonades is fine-”

“Oh! Good choice!” Constance interrupted you, coming to stand beside the man. “Yuri-bird over there makes the best sweet lemonades!”

You followed her gaze over to a man who was sitting on a stool, slouched down and leaning his head on his hand. He stretched and stood up. “Thank God, we haven’t had many customers all day. I was starting to think we lost our appeal.”

“Of course we have not!” Constance replied. She turned to you, but you couldn’t tell whether she was still talking to Yuri or you. Maybe it was neither. “Not when someone as handsome as Yuri is making the drinks and my attractive self is greeting the customers!”

“Hey! I’m just as much of a visual as the boss-man.” The taller man joined in after taking your money. “We’re all pretty nice looking. Especially this little lady ordering~”

You blushed a bit. “Oh, please, I’m nothing special-”

“Nothing special?” Constance laid her hand against her chest. “You’re wonderful! Almost on the same level as me. Isn’t that right, Yuri-birdie?”

Yuri looked up from making your drinks, his analytical eyes seemingly boring holes into you. You shuddered, feeling like he could tell your deepest and darkest secrets from just looking at you. He shrugged, going back to the lemonades.

“She’s alright, I suppose.”

“You suppose? Yuri, that’s rude-”

Hapi was midway through lecturing the purple-haired man when the door to the shop chimed open and a rather large group came in. Yuri looked up and suddenly stood alert, as did the other three workers. In the group, you saw a familiar head of orange hair and orange eyes met yours. Your face screwed up into confusion.

“Ferdinand?”

“Don’t say anything.” The leader of the group, a short, white-haired girl snarled. “Are you a new… worker here?”

“Wh- you just told me not to say anything.”

Slowly, Yuri and the other three came up beside you, standing slightly in front. Your heart nearly stopped- you were in the middle of something you definitely weren’t supposed to be in and your sass had gotten on their bad side already. The white-haired girl scrutinized the five of you, her lavender eyes piercing holes through whatever facade of confidence you had tried to put up. You could feel yourself literally wither under her gaze, even more than you did when Yuri looked at you.

“What do you want, Edelgard?” Yuri put his hands on his hip, one fiddling with something under his shirt.

“I want your loyalty.”

Yuri snorted. “You aren’t in charge.”

“I’m not? Hm. Tell that to my father after he stepped down. I’m the leader now- the emperor, if you will.” Edelgard sighed heavily. “I have no time for more conversation if you won’t comply. Hubert, deal with them.”

The terrifying man who you assumed was Hubert suddenly reached in his coat and pulled out a handgun, aiming it at the five of you. Yuri quickly retaliated and pulled one of his own, throwing it at Constance before grabbing your wrist and running to the back. A loud gunshot rang through the air as you and Yuri continued to run. You both dodged around coffee shop equipment and he dragged you through a labyrinth that they considered the back of the store.

As you were running, Yuri pulled you to a sharp right turn and your arm scraped against a metal machine in your way. You hissed in pain and looked down at it, seeing a large wound going down your shoulder to your elbow. It was starting to bleed rather quickly, but you had no time to worry about it. You’d have time to tend to it if you survived.

“What’s happening?”

“No time to explain. Quick, hide!”

Yuri pushed you against the wall in between two larger cabinets and stood in front, grabbing yet another gun from his other hip. He cocked it, listening for the ruckus of the fight in the main room to make its way towards your location. You were shaking like a leaf, grabbing tightly onto your wounded arm and smearing blood all over your fingers and your clothes. You breathed heavily, trying to calm yourself at least a little- was this why Ferdinand had been so defensive over the Eagles Freezery? What kind of restaurant rivalry would constitute attempted murder? And wasn’t this cafe uninvolved anyways? You didn't have time to ponder any more questions as a loud crash echoed through the room. Yuri lifted his gun and began to speak lowly, not taking his eyes off of the door.

“When I say run, go out the back door and get in the black car back there. Don’t go home- one of them will find you.”

A gunshot rang through the air and Constance, Balthus, and Hapi burst through the doors, running towards you all. Yuri turned to you as the three of them caught up to him, pulling out their own weapons again as Edelgard began yelling.

“Run!”

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I just take one request so I'll go with modern one!

Sabito x Reader (Domestic ModernAU) (Slight NSFW warning)

Being Sabito's childhood friend means knowing almost all of the behaviours and habits, and so does Sabito. And when he finally confess to you after both of you graduated from High School, you were so happy because you've been waiting for this moment.

Being in the same university made it more easier for him to reach you out. Sabito proposed you to live in his apartment until both of you graduated and you happily accepted it.

He called this, 'A simulation before the real one.'

"What real one?"

"Marrying you." He winked. Damn, that's smooth please shut up.

And now, you and Sabito were in 3rd year.

When Sabito woke up in the morning, he will just play with your hair until you wake up by yourself.

"Mm... Morning, Sabito. Playing with my hair again?"

"Hm."

"If you're awake, wake me up too, geez."

"I can stare at your stupid face for hours."

"Seriously, what is that for."

You raised your body from your bed and stretched out, planning what breakfast you should make. Both of his arms snatched your hips.

"I'll make breakfast, you should get ready first. Your project will start at 8 right?" Sabito mumbled.

"Um yeah." You yawned, caressing his messy hair. "Thank you."

Today, the role reversed. He's the one who wore apron while flipping eggs and you helped him with the tables and coffees after done with your clothings.

"Sabito, you make lunch too?" You peeked from his shoulder. "Uwah, the legendary bear-shaped onigiri rice."

"Yeah, after you finished on your project, let's eat them together."

You usually went to uni with him, but this time, you'll go first.

"Why are you wearing scarf?" He crossed his arms, standing in front of the door, while escorting you to outside.

"You dare to question why?" With embarrassing and mad face, you revealed some hickies on your crooks. "Whose fault is this?"

"My bad." He raised his hand while smugly smiling.

"Grr..." You grabbed both of his shoulder, tip-toed and planted kiss on his neck, leaving red marks. "Fufu, fair play."

"Ugh.."

"Bye Sabito!" After another quick peck landed on his lips, you finally headed out to your university. He covered his reddened face with his palm, swearing that he will revenge you.

Like usual, you ate lunch with Sabito and your other childhood friends, Giyuu and Makomo at the mini park.

"You know, (y/n). The other day, Sabito was sleeping in the class and he called your name!" Makomo giggled. "I got the video!"

"Whaaat, show me, show me!"

"Wait, Makomo!!"

Being university student means both of you don't really much time to meet, but you always made sure to pay Sabito a visit on his kendo club activity.

But Sabito didn't want you to sat near his kendo friends, because of constant eyeing from the boys and death-glaring from the girls.

Nah, it's just his natural jealousy. You didn't really mind about them anyway, you just wanted to see him training.

"Why can't I sit with them? I want to befriend with your manager too."

"No. Just no."

"....I'll go home then."

"Wait, no! I'll lost my morality!!"

"THEN WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?"

So, here you are, seeing his training at second floor. When your eyes met with his, you grinned and smiled while waving your hand.

"Fight, Sabito!"

Then he waved back, making peace sign. That some sort of morale make him more brutal while swishing his wooden sword towards his team.

Sabito probably looked soft and all but he's really become fierce when it comes to other people. But apparently, this didn't apply to you.

He wanted to make sure that you got enough attention from him, even though both of you were busy.

So, dating-days is all of your choices. You're the one who decided where do you want to go.

He likes to take your picture from behind on dates and send it on InstaStory

"With (y/n), lol she's smol." "Bby would deadass fall into that water fountain." "Love it when she said 'Chimkin nugget'"

And please do not question about how he made long ass threads on his pinned Twitter, all contained about you and your photos.

You also have your own habit, like slipping your hand inside his hoodies' pocket, ran with your hand pulling his shirt while showing him something interesting, accidentally stepping on his back shoes.

Sabito literally loses his mind when he can't find your figure behind him while both of you walking, but he stayed cool and started looking for you. This is just your another behaviour when dating, but still, gave him heart attack.

Until he saw hands of yours waving on the air, the method he taught to you in case you lose him.

"Again?!"

"Sorry, I got distracted by the student disc- awawawawa." He pinched your cheek. You grabbed his hand while whining in protest.

"Tell me if you wanted to go somewhere, stupid!"

Dates will be always ended with shopping for 1 week-stocks

Sabito never let you bring a single groceries bag and often snatched it from you even though you said you wanted to carry half of them.

"What kind of man who let girl bringing these much?"

Both of you knew how to handling with eachother's moods.

One day, you slammed the door after a shitty day.

"He-"

You just ignored him and went straight to your shared room, slamming down your whole body onto the bed.

Sabito immediately knew that you're in super bad mood, so he prepared hot tea and your favourite snacks, bringing them to bedroom.

He lifted your body, and positioned yourself between his lap, rolling you around and making you hugged his body. After that, he will read books or played with your phones while caressing your back, letting you stay in silence until you started to tell what made you upset today.

Or, when he's the one who stressed, he will say nothing while hugging you from behind and put his head on your shoulder.

"Care to spill?"

"..."

"Okay, then. Anytime you ready." You'll do your usual activity inside the house with he clinging onto you, regaining energy by claimed that it's called 'recharging'.

Day-off like Saturday and Sunday is the most precious day. Well, not really, just doing a normal bunch of what couple would do in the apartment.

Also, he's literally... Your mom.

"Hang it here!" "How many times do I had to tell you to not put your pants and shirts on the chair?" "Don't forget turn off the water." "You haven't cook the rice? Geez, I almost done with the other foods!" "Your bra, missy. I really have an issue with that if you carelessly put them in the living room. What if someone's barge in?"

"I don't think someone will barge in unless they're thief, Sabito."

Not to mention how he forced and dragged you all the way down on Sunday to jogging and running.

"Ok, one more lap!"

"Wha-?! Didn't you just say that this is the last?"

"Go! Go! Go!"

Bathing together after long one day? Sure! But please bear with his groping on your breast when you bathe in with him on the tub.

"I'm not groping, I massage them. They said it will grow bigger."

"...where did you hear that. Also, I'm insulted, you know."

"Hmm, I don't really care but isn't it more-"

"Shut up, you pervert!" You splashed water onto his face.

Other affections like kissing and cuddling were done when both of you about to go to bed. He didn't kiss you outside the house because he wanted to feel the simple intimacy from you.

He usually offered you 'pillow-hand' when you're about to sleep or when you still wanted to talk to him with his feet cuddling yours under the blankets.

"The scar..." You slowly dragged your finger at the reddish mark from mouth to ear. "...If I'm not so stupid to go near the wild dog when we were 10, you probably don't have-"

"How many times do I have to tell you that this is not your fault?" He pressed his temple onto yours. "It was my decision to protect you, this scar is also my responsibility."

"But, I'm still not-"

"Oh, but if you kissed my scar everyday, it probably helps."

"You just wanted to be kissed, do you?" You slowly smacked his head while giggling.

"Yeah, maybe? Just- don't think about it anymore. It's all in the past." He butterfly-kissed your nose, telling you to sleep afterwards.

"Umm, can you pat my back?"

"If it made you at ease, sure." He started to move his hand, dragged his palm on your back.

Now, this is new. He didn't know you like it when he caressed your back.

Even though both of you have been together for a long time, Sabito is still eager to discover other real side of you more, so please be prepared.

[heyyyharry]

Chapter 1: Blast from the Past

(from the My Girl Trilogy: Stay Mine)

…in which the ghosts from their past come knocking on their doors.

Word count: 6.5k

AU: actor!Harry, older!Harry, younger!Y/N, (4-year age gap).

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I wrote this chapter before Eroda/Adore You came out so the goldfish thing was totally a coincidence lmao.

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When Harry was six, he had a goldfish.

He'd asked for a dog for his birthday, but his mother didn't think he was responsible enough to take care of a dog, so she bought him a fish instead. Despite not being as cool as a puppy, the goldfish was actually a great companion, and Harry loved him a lot. He called him Mr. Finny.

Mr. Finny died a week after coming home. It took Harry a month to get over Mr. Finny's death for it was his first experience of losing something that meant a lot to him.

He was too little when his father went away. He was four, and his sister was six — the same age as him when he lost Mr. Finny. So he guessed it had been rough for both his mum and Gemma to deal with such a big loss. He'd had nightmares for a whole week after losing his goldfish, imagine losing a person.

Losing things were easier because things couldn't walk away from you and if you couldn't find them, you could just replace them with something new and better. With people, you couldn't do that. Once you'd lost them, you could lose them forever. Just like goldfishes, even if Harry had found another one that looked exactly the same, it just wasn't Mr. Finny.

Ruby was his second experience of loss which had taken a heavy toll on him. He had lost a part of himself when he lost her. But then he found a better piece to fill that empty space when he returned to Holmes Chapel for Y/N's mother's funeral. They had both lost someone they loved, but they found each other, and now they were exactly where they wanted to be.

They had spent the last month of the summer travelling around Europe after attending Niall's concert in Italy and a friend's movie premiere in Paris. Y/N had only agreed to go because she couldn't say no to Paris, but she was genuinely happy during the trip, which made him happy too.

That was only until summer was over.

There was no perfect timing for finding out your loved one had passed away, but it certainly shouldn't have been at the airport just five minutes after he'd landed in London. It was Gemma who called and broke the news to him. She said their mother was devastated and they needed him to come home, so he immediately called his chauffeur to pick him up at the airport, and of course, Y/N wouldn't let him go alone.

Harry wasn't very close to his stepdad, but he loved the guy because he'd made his mother happy. Now she cried herself to sleep every night like she used to when Harry's father left. Harry had never thought he'd see her like that again, but he guessed it had taught him something new about loss.

Mr. Finny died because Harry had overfed him. He lost Ruby the same way, by loving her too much. When he tried not to love someone more than they loved him, he ended up losing his Bambi. Then there was his mum and his stepdad, who'd had a beautiful and healthy marriage, until death stepped in and took him away. Loss had no expiration date, people did. And no matter how old you were or how hard you tried, you would keep losing people anyway.

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"Harry, wake up! Wake up!"

The first thing Harry saw when he opened his eyes was two bright eyes staring right back at him. He blinked fast, trying to get a grip on reality when he felt his girlfriend snuggle her face into his neck.

"You're safe, baby. I'm here," she said as he pulled her closer.

It was the third time that week Harry had had a nightmare. The first time was when he'd just got back to London after the funeral. The second time was just two nights ago.

"Is it the same dream?" Y/N asked. She seemed very concerned, so he gave her a smile and pressed his lips against her forehead.

"You didn't even leave a note this time," he said. "I came to your place and someone else was living there."

"No wonder you kept asking, 'where is she?' in your sleep." His girlfriend chuckled as she combed her fingers through his unruly hair. He loved it when she did that, it always calmed him down.

"I'm sorry I woke you up," he said with a pouty face.

"Nah, woke up a long time ago. I was watching you sleep."

"Creepy."

"Shut up. You love me."

"I do." Harry grinned as she got on top, straddling his waist and holding his face between her palms.

"You know, you can talk to me about anything that's bothering you, no matter how trivial you think it is."

"I know." He nodded. "I've been stressed out lately, that's all."

Y/N didn't seem to believe him but she knew him too well to continue asking questions. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his and her hand going from his chest, down to his belly button, and under the covers. His soft gasp turned into a moan, making her smile devilishly.

"Let me help you relax, yeah?" she whispered into his mouth, tasting every sound he made while pumping him agonisingly slow. "God, you're so hard. Is this for me?"

"Fuck, Bambi."

"Say you're hard for me."

"I'm—I'm hard for you."

"Hmm," she hummed and bit lightly onto his bottom lip. "It's so big in my hand, always makes me feel so full. God, I want your big cock in my tight—"

"Move in with me."

If a four-word sentence could instantly kill the mood, that would be it.

"What?" Y/N's face was almost paralyzed when she pulled away.

Harry had blurted out many things he shouldn't have said during sex with other people, like those couple of times he had called out her name instead of whoever he was with. But never had he been more embarrassed than this moment right now.

Cheeks turning red, the man sat up with his back resting against the headboard. His girlfriend was kneeling in front of him with her hands on her knees and waiting for him to break the silence.

"I'm sorry, I—I didn't...didn't mean that."

"You didn't?"

"Well, no. I mean...yeah, I did, but I—"

What the fuck are you rambling on about, Styles?

"I-I do want that. I want you to move in with me," he blurted with his eyes squeezed shut and when he finally opened them, she was staring at her hands, not at him anymore. He knew that question had come out at the worst moment, but he hadn't expected her reaction to be like this.

"You—you want me to live here?" She raised both eyebrows, pointing down. "In this house?"

"Yeah. I mean, you're basically living here now. It's not like anything has to change."

"It changes a lot, H. I love my flat and I...well, I just—You know..." Now it was her turn to stutter. "I mean, are you...sure this is what you want? We've only been together for three months."

"We've known each other for twelve years, Bambi."

"Still..."

It wasn't exactly an answer, but he had a feeling that it was. To say the least, he was disappointed.

"Look, it's okay. Let's just...just forget I ever asked. I'm sorry for making this weird."

"No, no! I—"

When she paused, he guessed she was trying to come up with a reasonable explanation for how she'd reacted, not an answer. But after a moment, she glanced back up and told him, "can I have more time to think?"

"Of course." He nodded quickly. "Take as much time as you need."

So that was a maybe, he assumed. A maybe was still better than a no, even though most of the time when someone said maybe, they actually meant to say no.

"You know I love you, right?" she spoke after a quiet moment. "Because I do. A lot. It's just—"

Before she could finish the sentence, he smashed his lips against hers. She tend to ramble when she got nervous or excited and that was the fastest and most effective way to shut her up. She called him rude for it but never seemed to mind.

Slowly, Harry pulled away, letting his lips brush hers. He loved the way she was gazing at him with hooded eyes and their foreheads against each other. He clasped his hands on either side of her face and whispered slowly, "I'll wait for your answer. Whatever it is, I'll love you anyway "

Y/N’s reply was only a hurried nod as she pulled him in and kissed him again.

They stopped the discussion there and went on with their usual morning routines: sex, shower, sex in the shower, breakfast, then him dropping her off at campus, and them sitting in the car for five minutes straight because she was too nervous to go on her own.

Normal people returned to uni after the summer with a new haircut or a new nose, not a new millionaire boyfriend who just happened to be a famous actor. Y/N kept telling herself she would eventually get used to it, but everyday passed by and she kept wondering when that would be.

"Want me to hold your hand?" Harry asked when he noticed the way she was pinching her thighs, and without waiting for an answer, interlocked his fingers with hers.

When they were little, she used to ask him to hold her hand as they walked to school on the day of an exam. Exams made her anxious, and even though holding his hand didn't solve that problem, it did temporarily put her at ease. Now, everyday felt like exam day...

"Want me to walk you to class too?" he joked, smirking as she gave his shoulder a nudge. "Well, if you don't feel like going to class today, maybe we could just go home and have more sex."

Giggling, she booped his nose. "You're cute. But I think I'm gonna man up and get out of this car."

"That's my girl. Keep me updated?"

"Sure, baby. Have fun at the photoshoot."

Harry kissed the back of Y/N's hand when she opened the door, but he didn't let her go right away.

"Hey! You forgot something!" He pointed to his lips, pouting like a little boy.

"You're like my mum!" she grumbled before kissing him quickly. "Bye, mum!"

"Bye, sweetie! Be good in school!"

Y/N waved her boyfriend goodbye for the last time and walked straight ahead, ignoring all these strangers' eyes on her. It was insane how just a few months ago she was a nobody on this campus. She could have worn her pyjamas to lectures and nobody would've cared. But now she couldn't even leave home without having to make sure her outfit that day wouldn't get her trending on Twitter. To be honest, it was nice how he loved showing her off to the world and was proud of having her as a girlfriend. She really hoped their relationship would be considered normal once she'd become a famous writer. Well, if she became a famous writer.

"Another agent rejected me today!"

"Good morning to you too, Y/N!" Alice giggled as Y/N took a seat in front of her at the library desk. "Did they give you feedback this time?"

"Nope. Just 'wish you the best of luck in the future'. That was all they could come up with and they had the nerve to say no to my book!" Y/N breathed angrily and turned to see Alice raising an eyebrow at her. "Sorry. I got a bit riled up."

"Really? I couldn't tell."

Y/N chuckled as she jokingly flipped her friend off. "Anyway, I know I'm supposed to get used to rejection because JK Rowling also got rejected twelve times before becoming the JK Rowling but—"

"Y/N, Y/N," Alice cut her off and reached out to hold her hand. "Your book is great! I'm sure you'll find an agent who appreciates your talent. If not, you can always ask Harry to hook you up with someone."

"Taking advantage of my boyfriend's name and connections would be the last thing I would want to do, thank you," Y/N said while kneading her temples, making Alice laugh.

"It's only the third time you've been rejected. Relax!"

Relax.

Y/N didn't know how to do that anymore.

It wasn't just her book. It was also Harry, their relationship, and her newfound 'fame'. Maybe people didn't want to work with her because of what they'd heard. Maybe they were afraid that she'd be known as Harry Styles' girlfriend and not for her writing. Or maybe her book just wasn't good enough. Either way, it sucked.

But those things were just minor problems at the moment. Alice must have thought they were driving her crazy, but the truth was, she was so stressed out about her boyfriend's question that even the tiniest problem could trigger her. She wished she could've just said yes. In fact, she had almost said yes. After all, he had a good point. It wouldn't make a big difference because they were practically living together now. Still, there was something so scary about moving in with someone you'd only been dating for three months.

If something happened and you two broke up, you wouldn't have a place to go back, physically and emotionally, which was why she never wanted to rely on him. She needed to make sure that she could still get back up on her own if something went wrong. Y/N just didn't know how to explain that without making it sound like she was sceptical about their relationship. She had never been more sure about anything else. But then again, nobody could predict the future. And seeing how fragile he was after losing his stepfather, she didn't think it'd be a good idea to have this conversation now.

"Hi!"

The high-pitched voice pulled Y/N back to reality. She and Alice both looked up and saw a brunette with the kind of smile that they would put on the university's brochures. Without waiting for Y/N to figure out if they'd met before, the girl extended her hand and said enthusiastically, "my name is Mandy and um...I'm a big fan of Harry...your boyfriend. Nice to meet you!"

"Oh, okay...Hi.” Y/N smiled awkwardly as she shook the girl's hand. Meanwhile, Alice was trying her best not to crack up.

Mandy happily went on, "there's a new club opening tonight and I'm going there with my friends for a girls' night. So if you're interested, you should totally come with us."

"I appreciate that you asked but—"

"We'll be there for sure!"

Y/N's jaw dropped when Alice gave her an unapologetic grin after taking the offer on her behalf. Mandy, however, seemed overjoyed. "Great!" She clasped both hands together. "I'll send you the address on Instagram. My friends will be so happy to meet you."

The girl left as quickly as she'd arrived, but Y/N was still sitting there and staring at Alice with her mouth agape. It took her a moment to speak, "no! I won't be there! Are you insane? This is a trap!"

"Y/N, don't be crazy."

"They want me to come so they can pull some shit and embarrass me!"

"Or..." Alice lifted her shoulders, "they just hope you'll bring your celebrity boyfriend. If he can't make it, they still get to hang out with his girlfriend. It's a win-win situation."

Sucking in a breath, Y/N blew out her cheeks and ran her hands over her face.

"It's been hard, isn't it?" Alice asked.

"So fucking hard!"

"Don't worry, big sis. I'll be your bodyguard tonight."

Y/N rested her head on one hand while Alice was holding her other. It didn't feel as good as when Harry did it, but it'd do for tonight. She hoped so.

Before the drama last year, her life used to revolve around partying, drinking, and writing. Now she spent most of her time on her own or with Harry, and as much as she enjoyed this new lifestyle, she still missed the good old days.

Thanks to Alice's motivational talks, she had gained enough confidence to let herself be excited for tonight. She had put on makeup and a cute outfit and even curled her hair. She was ready to have fun. But all that excitement only lasted until she arrived at the club.

"Is that Harry Styles' girlfriend?" someone said as soon as she walked in.

People were staring at her like she'd shown up in her sleeping gown, but she turned a blind eye to them all and followed her new friends to the bar. It might take more than a couple of drinks for her to relax.

Alice, on the other hand, was really enjoying the atmosphere and bobbing her head to the loud rock song she normally wouldn't listen to.

"What's with the long face? Have some fun, sis!" she told Y/N, who responded with a snort and a side-eyed look. She was just about to say something to justify her being awkward when a guy and a girl walked up to her and Alice and asked if they could have a picture with her. That had never happened before so Y/N could only smile as the guy handed Alice his phone.

"Right, I'm not dating an actor," Alice mumbled, rolling her eyes.

Y/N managed to contain herself until the strangers left and then started bouncing like a little girl. "I'm famous for no reason, Al! I feel like a Kardashian, but in a good way."

"I told you it wouldn't be so bad, didn't I? Come on, let's dance!"

Alice grabbed Y/N by the arm and dragged her to the dance floor. It was only then that Y/N allowed her body to move freely to the music. She loved the quiet life, but she relished the crazy fun times like this when there was no distraction and intrusion. Tonight she would be that main character in a rom-com, just having fun with her friends and not giving a fuck about anything else.

But then, she saw him.

Like a ghost, he disappeared and reappeared every time the light flicked from red to blue. Or maybe it was really a ghost that she'd seen. The thing about ghosts was that they weren't always the spirits of the dead, they could also be memories and people you had lost as you grew up, and sometimes those were the things that haunted you forever.

"Blake..." the name slipped out of her mouth as she watched the man say something to his friends and make his way to the nearest exit.

Her entire body went stiff. The music was muffled as the buzzing in her ears became louder and louder. She'd had only one drink, she couldn't have been so drunk that she started seeing things that didn't exist. That could've been someone who looked like him. Someone with the exact crooked smile, black hair, and pale eyes. She told herself that only to push her way through the crowd and go after the man.

Just like Alice in Wonderland, she knew she shouldn't have followed the white rabbit, but she was too curious to let him go. What if it really was Blake? Then what? What would she do?

Before she could process those thoughts, a person bumped right into her at the door and almost knocked her over.

"Watch where you're going!" she snapped at them, but then her eyes were wide with shock. "Isaac?"

"Smiley!" Isaac exclaimed, looking more uneasy than happy to see her. "What...what are you doing here?"

"Girls' night out." She pointed to Alice and the girls. "What about you?"

"Oh, I'm here...um..with a friend. Are you in a hurry?"

Y/N glanced back to the exit, staring longingly for a moment and then heaved a sigh. "No, I thought I saw someone I knew, but...never mind. What's happening with you?" she changed the subject. "I haven't seen or heard from you since the funeral. Harry is having dinner with Niall tonight, I thought you were with them."

"Well, Niall asked me to come but I've got plans," Isaac said, staring at the drink in his hand.

She found it odd that they hadn't made eye contact for more than a second, but she didn't want to think too much about it right now.

"About the funeral..." he trailed off. "How's H?"

"Where do I even start?"

"It's that bad?"

"Well, he keeps saying he's fine but I don't think he is," she breathed. "His mother is heartbroken and he cannot stay with her because he still has to go to work."

"That's awful..."

"Yeah, he's been worrying too much about Anne that he doesn't give himself time to grieve."

Isaac didn't respond as he threw his head back and gulped the rest of his drink. He seemed nervous and distracted tonight, which was nothing like him. Was there something about this club that got people acting strange?

"So where's your friend?" Y/N changed the subject again to help him loosen up, but if anything, it only made him tenser.

"My friend?" He cleared his throat. "Yeah, about that, I—"

"Y/N?"

Y/N turned around when she heard her name, and in front of her was a girl, brunette and petite. She skipped the introduction and jumped right in for a hug and Y/N's first instinct was to shove her away.

"What the fuck? Who the fuck are you?!"

"My name is Emilia," the girl said abruptly. "Emilia Styles..."

"Is this some kind of joke?" Y/N snorted and squinted her eyes at Isaac, but Emilia didn't give the man a chance to think of a response.

"I thought you said she knew! Were you lying to me?"

"Please let me explain! Emi!"

"What the fuck?!" Y/N caught his wrist before he could run after the girl. "How about you explain to me what just happened!"

"Look, Smiley. I gotta—"

"No!" She gritted her teeth, her grip only tightened. "You're not going anywhere until I have my answer! Did she say her name was Styles?!"

Isaac tossed his head back and took a deep breath while Y/N was patiently waiting for his explanation. He was stuttering again. It'd all he'd been doing tonight and she'd thought it was weird at first, but now it was really getting on her nerves.

"She's Harry's half-sister," he finally said. And Y/N stilled for a second.

"Harry doesn't have a—" Then, it hit her. "Oh, fuck..."

"Yeah..." Isaac gave a nod when her fingers loosened around his wrist and she eventually let him go.

"Does Harry know?"

"No." He shook his head. "I met her in a cafe two months ago."

"Have you met...him?"

The man swallowed and slowly shook his head again. "But he...um...he knows about me and that I'm friends with Harry."

"So let me get this straight." Y/N took a few steps backwards until she was standing against the wall. "You've known this girl for two months and you haven't said anything to us?"

"I couldn't. You two were in Europe and then there was the funeral. I didn't want to break this news to Harry when he'd just lost his stepfather!"

"Then why did you tell Emilia that I knew about her?!"

"I fucked up, okay?!" Isaac buried his face into his palms, his head hung low. Y/N had never seen him like this before. He was supposed to be the one who kept people calm no matter how bad the situation was. He was Isaac. The Isaac she knew never freaked out!

"She was very eager to meet Harry," Isaac uttered as he tugged at his hair and ignored the look of doubt she was giving him. "She asked me to introduce her to you both but—"

"But you knew Harry wouldn't want to meet her, and you didn't want to let her down, so you lied."

That wasn't even a question because it was the answer. And honestly, Y/N didn't know how to feel about this. Disappointed? Maybe. Worried? Yes. Probably scared too. There was no way Harry could take this news better than she had.

"You're telling him tomorrow."

"What?"

"You heard me." She crossed her arms. "You're only making it worse by keeping a secret from him."

"Didn't you just say he was going through a lot?"

"Yes. That's why you can't let him find out the truth by himself, he has to hear it from you."

Isaac opened his mouth to argue, but he came up with nothing because she was right. There was no excuse for him to continue keeping this a secret.

"I will," he said at last and she finally let go of that sigh of relief. "But please don't say anything to him. I'll talk to him first thing in the morning."

"Alright." Y/N bowed her head. So much for a fun night, she told herself.

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"Stop checking your phone, Harold!"

"Sorry, I just—"

"Put it away!" Niall said as he reached across the table and turned off Harry's screen. "I didn't take you out to dinner so you could stare at the screen all night. Were you even listening to what I was saying?"

"Yes, you were telling me about your ex, Beth."

"Jess."

"Yeah, her." Harry shrugged and drank down the last of his wine.

"Who were you texting?" Niall gestured at his phone, raising an eyebrow. "Was it Y/N?"

"No, she's out with her friends. I'm waiting for her to text me back."

"Chill out, mum." The singer chortled as he leaned back in his chair. "You remind me of my high school girlfriend who didn't give me space."

"I'm not clingy!"

"Didn't say you were. You said it yourself."

Harry rolled his eyes at his best friend's snarky remark but then went on anyway, "I'm just afraid she's mad at me or something."

"Why? What happened?"

"This might be embarrassing but," he said with a pause, "I asked her to move in with me...right when we were about to have sex."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah...It's dumb. I know."

"Fuck yeah it's dumb!" Niall slammed his hand on the table and three other people turned to look at him but he didn't care. "Well? What did she say?"

"She said she'd think about it, but I might have scared her a little."

"Or maybe you're just overthinking." Niall calmly adjusted his napkin and poured himself another glass of wine. "Being angry about something so insignificant just doesn't sound like Y/N to me. I think you should ask her how she really feels."

Harry put down his phone at last, his eyebrows furrowed. "Should I?"

"Why not? I know this whole serious relationship thing is new to you but communication is key. I mean, just look at me and Jess."

"You were together for a week and I haven't even met her."

"Exactly! That's why you don't wanna end up like us, Harold."

For almost seven years they'd been friends, that was the first time Niall had given him good relationship advice. So Harry decided to listen to the man and stop by his girlfriend's place after dinner.

He left her a text to let her know he was coming, but she probably didn't bother to check her phone. Why couldn't she be one of those people who couldn't live without their phones? He loved that about her, but her missing his texts and calls constantly could be frustrating.

Harry was out of breath when he climbed five floors to get to his girlfriend's flat. It'd been over a year, and the lift was still broken. How could she do this everyday? If he was her, he would've moved out as soon as he could; but he didn't come tonight to tell her that, of course.

Before Harry could ring the doorbell, his phone buzzed with two new messages.

⌲ Grumpy Little Deer: I'm almost home.

⌲ Grumpy Little Deer: You won't believe who I saw at the club.

He was just about to ask who it was, but then he heard footsteps going up the stairs.

Y/N appeared with a weary smile and immediately went in for a long passionate kiss. She smelled like alcohol mixing with the sweet scent of perfume that he loved, and he almost whined when she pulled away.

"What's that?" she asked, staring at the paper bag in his hand.

"Oh, right." He smacked his forehead, chuckling. "I thought you might be hungry, so I bought you noodles from your favourite Chinese restaurant."

"Aww, yes! I'm really hungry," she said and kissed him on the cheek. "I swear I've gained a lot of weight since we started dating."

"Your perfect boyfriend puts all your exes to shame, doesn't he?" Harry popped his dimples at his own joke, but she said nothing and only smiled in return.

"So, earlier at the club—"

"Wait!" He grabbed her hand. "Before you tell the story, can I say something first? It's kind of important."

"Oh, okay, s-sure." Y/N nodded, looking a bit worried and puzzled as he sucked in a shaky breath.

"I want to..um...apologise for this morning. I think I came off as a bit too pushy when I asked you to move in with me. You're not ready yet, and it's fine if you want to say no. Just know that I would never pressure you into doing anything you're not comfortable with. And if you think I'm being too clingy, you can tell me anytime."

"What are you talking about? You're not clingy." The girl squinted her eyes as she cupped his cheeks. "Baby, you're not. I love being around you."

"Really?" Harry said under his breath, his lips curved into a bashful smile.

"Absolutely!" She scoffed. "So don't you ever say that again or I'll—"

Without letting her finish, he pulled her closer to a full-body contact and buried his face into the crook of her neck, freezing her to the spot. His strong grip had told her everything he didn't want to say, and the story that'd been on her mind since she left the club had gone out of the window.

After a quiet moment, he pulled away and another smile appeared. "Who did you see at the club?" he asked.

Y/N's brain started screaming 'Blake, Blake, Blake' as her lips parted and she began to stutter, but what came out of her mouth wasn't that name.

It was, "your half-sister."

Watching his smile slip slowly, she wished she could just take back those words. She was supposed to tell him she'd seen Blake, or at least someone who looked like Blake, and nearly had a heart attack on the dance floor. But she had chickened out and ended up breaking the promise to Isaac. She had never felt shittier.

"H-How?" was all he said, his trembling fingers were withdrawn from her face.

"I ran into Isaac," she admitted. "He was with this girl...Her name was Emilia. He said she was your half-sister..."

Harry's face twisted before slowly turning blank. Y/N felt her heart pounding in her chest as she started second-guessing what his next move would be. She expected him to say something. Anything. But then he shoved the paper bag in her hand and stormed off, leaving her no choice but to chase him down the stairs.

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"Okay, where the fuck is she?!"

"Harry!" Y/N shouted when her boyfriend shoved Isaac aside and charged into his living room. She stood at the door, pale with fright, and the regretful look in her big eyes had told Isaac everything he needed to know.

He clenched his jaw, staring her down in disbelief. "You fucking told him?"

"I—"

"Do not speak to her that way!"

"You need to calm down, mate," Isaac told Harry as Y/N rushed forward to stand between them, pushing them apart.

"Calm down?" Harry laughed bitterly. "You don't get to tell me to calm down, mate."

"Baby, please, don't—"

"And don't fucking raise your voice at my girl. She told me the truth, which you've been keeping from me for two fucking months!"

Isaac stayed quiet, only giving Y/N one last glance before turning away. She knew what that look meant. If she was Isaac, she wouldn't forgive herself either.

"Why...why don't we all sit down and...and talk about this?" she stuttered, one hand holding her boyfriend's shoulder, the other pressing against his chest, but neither of the men paid attention to her now.

"Why did she come to you?"

"She didn't come to me. I met her by accident." Isaac drew in a long breath. "It's a long story, so please calm down and then we'll talk."

As Harry leaned on Y/N for support, Isaac leaned against the door. Once the silence had filled up the room, Isaac was the first to speak.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier...All of this is my fault. But Emilia didn't lie about who she was, H. She's shown me photos of her parents."

"So you haven't met him?" Harry glanced back up to meet his best friend's gaze. "That man."

"No." Isaac rubbed the back of his neck. "But Emilia told him about you and he wanted to see you."

"Bullshit." Harry exhaled a laugh as he looked away, his lips drew back in a snarl. "That fucking asshole could've 'wanted to see me' twenty years ago, but guess what?"

"I know you're mad at him—"

"No, not at all!" Harry chimed in, interrupting Isaac. "You can only be mad at the people you care about. And I don't want to have anything to do with that man or his family."

"Emilia did nothing wrong. If you would at least talk to her—"

"I don't fucking care. Tell this Emilia girl I don't want to see her and I don't want her to bother the people I love."

Isaac tossed his head back and inhaled deeply when Harry stormed out of the room, but Y/N was still standing there, tugging at her earlobe.

"I'm so sorry, I—"

"Please leave," he cut her off, putting his head in his hands.

"No, you don't get it. I didn't tell him on purpose!"

"Y/N." The way he said her name made her shiver. "Just leave."

Y/N clenched her fists as her shoulders slumped. He didn't even look at her when he called her by her name, not Smiley, so she guessed she should go. Enough damage had already been done tonight.

She left his house with her head hung, and he slammed the door right behind her. She deserved that. But Harry didn't. Now he was sitting in his car with his forehead on the steering wheel and didn't even flinch when she got in and shut the door. So she sat there for almost a minute, just pinching her thighs, not knowing how to start.

"I'm so sorry," he spoke, at last, his voice was shaking as he lifted his head to look at her. "I don't want to get angry and raise my voice when you're around. Like...like that night in the hospital."

"But you weren't yelling at me."

"Still, I shouldn't have yelled. Whenever I yell, I lose someone I care about," he whispered, twisting the silver signet ring she'd given him on his birthday. "Do you think I'm a bad person for not wanting to see that girl?"

"Of course not." She took his hand away from the ring and placed it on her thigh. "The only bad person here is your dad. And you shouldn't let his mistake many years ago make you feel like this is your fault."

With a gentle smile, Harry reached out his hand to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. He looked into her eyes, thinking for a bit. "You know, I used to wish he would come back one day. I believed that would fix everything and our family would be happy again. But as I grew up, I realised some people left for a reason. And most of the time, it was the same reason they should never return. I-I just...What if he tries to get back in touch with my mum? I don't want him to ruin everything, Bambi...Not again."

"He won't. We won't let him." She held his neck and stroked his cheek with her thumb. "I'm sure Isaac will respect your decision and ask the girl and her father to stay away. Everything will be fine."

Neither of them knew for sure what could happen next, but hearing it from her put him at ease. Pressing her lips against his, Y/N gave him a reassuring smile. "Want me to hold your hand?"

"Yes, please," he said, making her chuckle as their fingers intertwined.

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"You're not coming up?"

"No, thank you.” Harry put on a grin as he watched his Bambi unbuckle her seatbelt and open the door. "I think it's better if I spend some time on my own."

"See? You wouldn't get this option if we lived together," she said and snorted when he raised an eyebrow. "Too soon?"

"Yeah."

"Sorry." Beaming, she folded him in her arms and gave him a chaste kiss. "Goodnight, baby. I'll call you tomorrow."

"Bambi, wait."

Harry quickly rolled down the window as she turned back, putting one hand on the top of his car.

"I forgot to ask you if you had fun with your new friends."

"Oh, yeah..." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, smiling at her feet. "They were nice. And some random people asked for a photo with me!"

"Ooh, you're famous for no reason now, like the Kardashians, but in a good way."

"Exactly!"

The way her nose crinkled when she laughed never failed to make his heart jumpy.

"Goodnight, kid. I love you."

"I love you more," Y/N said before they shared one last kiss. And she stood there, waving goodbye until his car was gone.

It was 2 AM. Y/N felt like her legs were falling apart as she climbed all those stairs up to the fifth floor. After a whole year of filing complaints about the broken lift in this building, she had come to terms with the fact that they would never have it fixed. She could either suffer once in a while, or move in with Harry and never have to suffer again.

That should be added to the pros and cons list of living alone and moving in her boyfriend. She would make that list later, now she couldn't wait to fall into bed and sleep until noon.

Boyfriend: 1

Y/N: 0

Caught up in her random thoughts, Y/N almost didn't notice the empty boxes in the hallway. It seemed like someone had finally moved into the flat in front of hers, but honestly, she didn't care. She'd never talked to her old neighbours anyway, so it wouldn't matter if she didn't say hello to her new one.

The girl was digging through her bag to look for the key when she heard footsteps on the stairs. They stopped right behind her, then a familiar voice that she wished she hadn't recognised froze her to the spot.

"Y/N?"

[shigarakiskitten]

Kuroo x fem. reader

First time writing fan fic and its gonna be awful and I'm sorry. But I wanted to give it a shot lol

(X oikawa too maybe?)

Synopsis: you're in a band who just toured with a more well known band and are back home in Japan. You're playing at a local bar where Oikawa , kuroo and a couple of their uni teammates frequent.

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Its been six months since you've been back home and man does it feel good. You love touring and getting to travel and all of the experiences that came with it but you were homesick. Tonight you and your band were playing at a local bar, it'd be the last show you have for a bit so you guys can take a break and relax and maybe come up with a new song.

The stage crew was setting things up while you and the guys were finishing getting ready.

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Kuroo had been dragged out to the bar by Bokuto. Usually he wouldn't mind going but he was pretty tired from practice but you can't really say no to Bokuto, and it was more energy to fight him than complying so he went. It looked like the band was going to play soon so Kuroo grabbed a table and ordered some drinks. As he's looking around he notices that shittykawa is here with iwa and not surprisingly a horde of girls. He tries his hardest to blend in so oikawa doesn't see them and come talk to them, he doesn't mind oikawa or iwa but with him comes those girls and that's more than Kuroo can handle right now. Unfortunately for him Oikawa sees Kuroo and Bokuto and starts yelling from the bar and walks over.

" Well look who we have here" oikawa says in a sing-song tone

" Hey hey hey what are you guys doing here!?" Bokuto questions

Iwa states " shittykawa said one of his friends is back from tour and is playing tonight so he wanted to come see her."

Oikawa and Iwa join you and Bokuto at the table as the lights start dimming and the band comes out.

"Well it looks like its time, let's crush it" you say to your band as you guys walk on stage.

No matter how many shows you play you always have a little stage freight at first, but music is your passion and all of that anxiety melts away as soon as you start playing.

"Thank you so much for coming out tonight!! We're really happy to be back home in Japan!! I hope you guys enjoy the show!!"

Your drummer Yuri yells "1 2 3 4!" And then you begin your first song and you can feel all of the anxiety disappear.

As soon as the lead singer walked on stage everyone in the bar shut up. She was pretty as fuck if he was being honest, she had (h/c) and bright (e/c) eyes. She was wearing a black tank with a red plaid skirt and fishnets underneath with big black buckle boots. They started their first song and she had an incredible voice, it was so unique. It was like he was hypnotized by it.

" Alright guys this will be our last song of the night! But we'll be staying to hangout with all of you after the show! This last song is a cover of "Stay the night" I hope you enjoy!!

As you're looking into the crowd you can see your friend Toru with a few other guys. As you're singing the chorus of the song " Are you gonna stay the night?" You give them a wink 😉

Shows always seem to go so fast and before you know it , its over.

"Thank you so much for coming to see us!! We really hope you liked it!!"

Cheering explodes

And with that you and the band move into the bar to talk to everyone.

As soon as you walk off stage you see Toru booking it towards you and you can't help but laugh as he envelops you in a crushing hug.

" (y/n) that was so great! I'm really glad you're home, I've missed you!"

You laugh " thanks and I've missed you too."

As you take a step backwards you see 3 other guys come towards you and oikawa.

Toru turns to them and introduces them "(y/n) this is Iwa, Bokuto and Kuroo they're my volleyball teammates at Tokyo U."

Bokuto the owl like one says " Your show was fucking fire!"

You chuckle as you express your gratitude.

Kuroo feels a tiny pang of jealousy as he sees oikawa pick you up and hug you which baffles him because he doesn't even know you. He sees Iwa and Bokuto stand to join you guys so he follows, he's feeling a little nervous which is irritating because he usually has no problem talking to girls. Oikawa introduces him and the other two and you all start chatting.

Soon Oikawas fanclub surrounds him , Iwa and Bokuto so he's left alone with you at the bar. You smile at him and he's kicking himself internally for blushing like a school boy.

calm down Kuroo she's just a girl, it must be the alcohol he thinks to himself as he regains composure.

But of course Torus fanclub has swarmed him so you're left at the bar sitting with Kuroo, you look over at him and smile and you can see his cheeks are a tinge of pink which causes you to smile more.

" So how did you meet shittykawa?" Kuroo asks

At that nickname you burst out laughing

" shittykawa? Ha ill have to remember that one. And we met 2 years ago, my band and I were playing somewhere and he was there. After the show we always hangout with the people who come so he came up to me and started flirting of course. But somehow we became really good friends. What about you?"

" In high school he was the captain of a rival team and I was the captain of my schools but we'd obviously have matches together and sometimes practice together. Then we ended up going to the same college and now we're on the same team."

Kuroo was having a really good time talking to you. It was really interesting getting to know what life on tour was like. He talked about how volleyball was going.

You were asking him when his next game was when a guy came up behind you and threw his arm over your shoulders. Kuroo felt that little pang of jealously again but ignored it because it was completely irrational. You looked up at who it was and Kuroo could tell you were a bit uncomfortable but smiled nonetheless and said hi. This dude was drunk as hell.

" hey baby you were really great up there, you wanna get out of here? We'd have a really good time."

" Oh thank you I'm glad you liked the show but no I'm okay here thanks."

This guy was persistent though and you were giving kuroo a look that said how uncomfortable you were.

Kuroo finally had enough and removed the guys arm from you " Look man you're obviously hammered and she doesn't want to go home with you, take the fucking hint and leave her alone."

The guy scoffed but probably figured it was too much trouble to keep harassing her as long as he was around.

"Thank you" she said with a small smile but he could tell you were still unnerved about what happened.

"No problem, I'm assuming that happens a lot?"

You look at kuroo and say "yeah unfortunately "

It was getting pretty late and you were beat after the show so it was time for you to go home.

" I had a lot of fun talking to you Kuroo, I hope to see you again soon."

" Yeah me too, we should definitely hangout."

You smile at him and give him a hug, before you leave you grab his hand and write your phone number on him.

"Call or text me" you yell as you start walking away to find Toru to say bye.

Kuroo just looks down at his hand with your number on it and starts smiling like an idiot. Bokuto comes out of nowhere and slaps him on the back as he says " you ready to go?"

You find Toru still surrounded by his fan club so you have to wiggle yourself through until you reach him.

" Hey Toru I'm heading out"

He whines " Awhhh (y/n) you're leaving already? I hardly got to spend time with you!!"

You laugh " who's fault is that? I've been sitting at the bar all night you could've been hanging out with me"

He pouts and you roll your eyes at his dramatics.

He picks you up and hugs you tightly, as he sets you down he whispers in your ear " I've really missed you (y/n)" and its not in that flirty way he usually talks with. You smile at him and say " then hangout with me dork, I'm back for the foreseeable future. You have my number" you wave behind you as you walk away.

I hope this was okay, I had fun writing it and if people like it maybe ill make it a series. (:

[hajimine]

dear hottie lex :D ㅡ it is, in fact, me again 😫👍🏼 let me tell u about the presentation 😐 a classmate of mine had the exact same quote i planned on using (which i still plan on using lmao) but like we never talked or sum and her turn with the presentation was right before me and our concepts were kinda similar, so i'm slightly concerned that people are gonna think i copied her?? 😀 anyways we had 8 mins left and literally RIGHT BEFORE IT WAS MY TURN my teacher goes "i have to leave earlier today..." and i was like bruh r u kidding me 🤡 i was SO READY PLS i usually hate presentations but i was even excited :// now i have to do it on thursday 🙄✋🏼 anyways i still have that one assignment due later today, a mindmap of the things we did in the last weeks like I DONT REMEMBER OR UNDERSTAND A THING 😻👍🏼 how great life is isnt it 🤲🏻 anyways is it legal to throw a chair or sum at your teacher?? bc that one teacher 😀😀😀😀 WHY AM I ONLY TALKING ABOUT SCHOOL PLSHSJS MY ASS IS SO ANNOYING 😫 anyway lemme grab some water rq, i hope u do too 😌 i honestly just had to rant a little im so sorry 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️ i hope you've had a great day so far though!! and if you didn't drink some water, please go n get some soon 😌🤲🏻 and don't forget to eat too!! imma finish that episode and then try n do that assignment 🙄 kith kith for u hottie mwah feel hugged <3 ㅡ best regards, 🐉 anon

my dearest 🐉 anon,

oh worm i hope the teacher’s not gonna think u copied her 👩‍🦯 esp bc youre doing it on a later date </3 but goodluck for thursday!! you’re gonna ace it i know it in my heart 🙇🏻‍♀️ JEHSIAJ did u finish the mindmap yet? 😭 i get what u mean bye i cant even retain memory properly anymore ajshjsns it’s so bad 🥲 ok pls don’t throw a chair at your teacher u can just bite them instead (/j !!!) WAIT ok very short story but back in hs one of my friends was the type to get into fights a lot and he threw a table at my other classmate once🧎🏻‍♀️he broke it and had to pay double + he got suspended BYE (i promise im not a troublemaker ajhsjabs im not involved in my friend’s shenanigans 👹) anyways- dw abt it!! i get how frustrating school can be so you’re always welcome to scream at me about your teachers etc 😁🙏🏼 also i finally watched the new aot episode and young zeke looks tasty 🥸 i still dont like him tho he has committed way too many sins bye </3 my day has been pretty okay,, i took a nap bc uni was giving me a headache but other than that it’s pretty chill,, i did a lot of things today tho so that felt realy good >:)) it’s almost 12am but i still have some notes i wanna write but i’ll go grab some water rn 🚶🏻‍♂️i hope u have a wonderful rest of your day babes!! goodluck on all your hw mwah !! here’s me hugging u back 🫂 (sidenote that emoji is so detailed idk how to feel abt that but uh moving on) remember to not overwork yourself and get some rest if youre tired 🤎

with love,

lex 😻

[pottercrew]

I'm so sorry to here what happened to all your drafts!! 💕💕 I'll send in a new one, so here it is Drabble: Goodbye (Make it sad, happy, angsty etc go wild!) I'll love whatever you write!

Thank you so much for this!! You are so sweet!! ILYSM I hope you like it! 

Uni/college AU. Mentions of sex

Goodbye

“You know, it’s polite to say goodbye after sleeping with someone before you fucking leave” Harry drawled despite the angry words as he found Malfoy lounging in the empty cafe on the edge of campus. 

He was going to leave it, he honestly was. He was going to take that amazing night of no string attached sex and move on with his life and his studies. But finding the man who had left before he had woken up days later, in the cafe he always visited had the words coming out of his mouth before he could stop them. It wasn’t like him, to form attachments like this after casual sex, but here he was doing the thing he promised himself he wouldn’t do after staring at the ceiling of his room alone in mused sheets and a sticky feeling on his skin. 

Malfoy looked up, recognition dawning on his face, as he took a sip from his mug, “Ah it sounds like someone is mad” replied, an innocent look on his face. 

“Not mad, more slightly offended than anything” Harry answered. 

Malfoy hummed, and Harry watched those silver eyes run over his body and tried to ignore the self-satisfied feeling that swelled inside him. He slipped into the seat opposite Malfoy without waiting for an invitation and he saw one of those blonde eyebrows raise. 

“Just doing whatever we want now Potter?”

“I wasn’t gonna stand at your table like some sort of creep” 

“Maybe I didn’t want you to sit down?”

Harry stared at Malfoy and smiled “Tough shit, I can sit where I like” 

He saw Malfoy sigh “You know Potter, normally when one leaves without saying goodbye it’s for a reason,” He said, rolling his eyes and putting his mug down on the table. 

“What was the reason then?” Harry wouldn’t normally do this. He’s done the exact same thing Malfoy did to him before and he has never been one to be overly concerned if the people he slept with for one night came back or not. But for some reason, this ridiculously attractive friend of a friend who he had only shared a number of conversations with that he could count on one hand and still have some fingers left, got under his skin and he couldn’t help himself. Ron always told him that he had a destructive streak, but some part of him wanted to know this mystery man more. They had already seen each other naked, so Harry reasoned that getting to know the man a bit more wasn’t exactly pushing the limits. 

Malfoy sighed again and leaned his chin on his hand, elbow on the table. “I didn’t peg you as the clingy type” 

“I’m not, maybe I just wanted to you know, actually talk to you” 

“I do remember we did a fair amount of talking the other night” Malfoy replied, and Harry hoped it wasn’t his imagination that his tone lowered slightly. 

“Dirty talk doesn’t count” 

Malfoy just hummed and continue to stare at him, and Harry couldn’t help but feel flush under his gaze. 

“Fine then” Malfoy finally said, a small smile on his lips “I have a seminar in ten, but I have all afternoon free after that” he leaned forward slightly “if you want to try…talking” 

Harry was pretty sure Malfoy didn’t want to just talk but he was going to get a proper conversation out of the gorgeous man in front of him whether he liked it or not. He could skip this afternoon, it was just lecturing after all, though he had to admit he wasn’t looking forward to the lecture Hermionie was going to give him when she found out he was skipping uni for this. 

He didn’t want to look too eager so he let the silence last for a bit longer like he was considering saying no before he answered “okay” 

 “Your place or mine?” 

“Yours” 

Malfoy smiled at him “Don’t be late Potter, I don’t want to wait too long for our…conversation” 

Harry grinned back as he watched Malfoy stand and pick his bag up “See you later Malfoy” 

Malfoy turned and headed to the door before he looked over his shoulder 

“Bye Potter” 

Ahh sorry if this came across as a bit all over the place, I haven’t written anything not academic for so long and I struggled to get back into it aha. I hope you liked it!

Send me a word and I’ll write a Drarry drabble for it!