#n he attended all four years of college here while i only transferred in last year so i believe him idk

[lovevalley45]

letting my friend convince me to try a pizza place nearby n this shit is open thurs-sat n has their facebook page listed as their website,,, this pizza is either gonna be so fire or so bad

[missluckycharms]

can you do a imagine where y/n plays volleyball and she gets hurt and h take care of her?

A/N: hiii! I hope you like this! I also had to look up some details about volleyball as it’s not really that commonly played here in Ireland, if I say something wrong pls ignore it I tried my best. The vaccine is kicking my ass rn, I got my second dose so if this sucks and there’s mistakes pls ignore that also 😭 Enjoy !!

This is college!Harry and Y/N I hope you don’t mind !!

Warnings: talks of smut, strong language and Harry being a sarcastic loveable asshole.

Today was not Y/N day.

First of all, she woke up late, giving her only twenty minutes to get ready and make her way to college, which is usually a thirty minute drive without traffic. She was like a lightening bolt running through her apartment, falling over Harry’s shoes that were just abandoned around her room and trying to find any clean clothes as Harry came over last night and as usual, he distracted her from doing what she needed to do, which was her laundry.

He was asleep while she did all this, her small huffs and puffs picking up his shoes and throwing them into the corner didn’t even cause the lazy log in the bed to move once, his body tucked up under the covers as his face smushed against her purple sheets as he let out small snores, she looked at him and silently wished that was her. She was lucky she packed her gym bag last night before he arrived over, all of her clothes, her ankle braces, her knee pads and her favourite trainers she wears for games all packed into her bag and all she needed to do was pick it up and throw it into the trunk of her car along with her book bag.

She kissed Harry’s forehead and again, he did not even move, he may of given out a slight hum for a grumbled word but Y/N didn’t have time to contemplate what he said, she was rushing out the door wearing clothes that were probably Harry’s as the joggers were nearly falling off her as she ran. She didn’t care though, she needed to be in her first lecture or her grades would go down. She made it to campus with only thirty seconds to spare, she doesn’t know how she wasn’t pulled over for driving faster than the speed limit when she saw the campus come into view. Her body ran through the halls, dodging anyone in her way as she dragged herself to the lecture hall where her professor was probably already starting lesson, his usual morning introduction as everyone set up their laptops or notepads for the hour lecture ahead.

She got a disapproving look from her professor when she slide into a row, flopping down onto the seat and apologising as she rummaged through her bag looking for her laptop. Her professor was already going over what they would be covering today when she realised she doesn’t have her laptop. Then she remembered where it is, it’s in her apartment in the bathroom.

Harry insisted they had a bath last night to relax her after she took some exams in college that day, the pair were soaked under the bubble filled hot water with her laptop propped up on the sink playing a show on Netflix as they relaxed and spoke about their day. She grabbed her notebook and pen and immediately began to scribble down the notes she would have to transfer onto her laptop tonight, if Harry doesn’t distract her again. She knows he might not, he has classes of his own today, his starting later than hers and his classes only being on four days a week instead of five like Y/N, yesterday was his day off, hence why he was being a needy little shit and clinging to Y/N like his lifeline until they fell asleep.

The day dragged out for Y/N, her usual one hour classes feeling like four hours, her notes taking for ages to write up as she tried to keep up with what was being displayed on the board, her lunchtime consisting of her bumming off her friend for a few dollars to get something to eat as she left her purse at home, her friend didn’t mind but she felt awful for asking. When the day finally ended she was relieved, all she wanted to do was get into the gymnasium and play some volleyball with her team to get all the anger she felt today, she was not having a good day and the only things that can help her with that is Harry or volleyball, and because she had training today over their at home game being played next week, she was relieved she could get some stress reliving in before going back to her place where she knows Harry will be — he hates his own apartment as he shares, Y/N only having a one bedroom one that she snagged and Harry being left with a flat thats shared between four people, there’s no privacy there, none.

“You’ve been tense all day, is everything okay?” Abbie, Y/N best friend asks as they begin their warm ups, the two sat on the floor side by side as the stretch their legs and arms getting warmed up for practice.

“Today wasn’t my day, woke up late, forgot my laptop and purse and now I have to go home and type up nearly fifty pages of notes onto my laptop — Who’s idea was it for me to study Biochemistry?” She laughs out, stretching her arms behind her head as Abbie follows suit, the pair watching as the coach shows them what to do, the pair sat at the back to avoid being yelled at for talking.

“I think that was your idea, I certainly didn’t force you to do that. If it helps, environmental studies isn’t easier, I swear I’m constantly writing up lab reports and giving presentations each week” Abbie rolls her eyes, the pair now doing lunges as they continue to chat.

“Shit! I have a presentation next week, I totally forgot” Y/N groans, squeezing her eyes in frustration as she hasn’t even started yet, her mind immediately going to how she has to type up the whole presentation while probably having Harry hang out of her. Harry is studying sports science, in hopes to one day set up his own personal training business. They usually have study sessions together as Harry has just as much work as Y/N, but Harry isn’t as much as a perfectionist as Y/N, he’ll slap together a presentation and call it a night while she has to make it look pretty and aesthetically pleasing.

After a fifteen minute warm up, the girls are already playing a mini match for practice, six players per team, Y/N being up nearest to the net with three other girls. She’s been named as one of the teams best scorers, her jumps are high and her force hitting the ball is something that scares opposing teams when they play competitions. She’s been on the college team for nearly two years now, her whole college course is five years long — she’s aiming for a bachelors degree in Biochemistry, she’s so happy she has something else to do while in here, she knows she would of went crazy if she didn’t have something to calm her down.

They play three games, Y/N’s team wining the first game and the teams tying on the last game due to the positions being switched and she was put to the back to give other players the chance to spike the ball up. She’s back up front on the third game, her body now rested from the small water break they were given in between the games, her body full of adrenaline and ready to play. The game is playing out as usual, Y/N jumping and spiking the ball up and over the net with the help of her team mates, the other team just as good as them as they all battle it out on the court. In the last two minutes is when it all goes downhill, Y/N jumps up to spike the ball, when she lands, she wobbles and falls over, her ankle rolling as she cries out in pain on the court, the coach blowing the whistle to stop the game as everyone rushes around her.

She tries to stand up, she falls back down again, Abbie and another girl holding her up as she shuts her eyes in pain. The coach takes off her ankle brace and sock with her permission, she’s now sitting on the bench as her ankle is iced and checked over by the coach, Abbie helping Y/N by refilling her water bottle when needed, her ankle now propped up on a chair with ice on it as the rest of the team begins their warm downs.

“It’s definitely sprained” Abbie says looking under the ice at her ankle, Y/N wincing when Abbie presses down lightly, jumping when she lets out a small cry.

“Yep, definitely sprained” she says putting the ice back on and sitting down next to her friend as they both laugh a little, the pain easing off with the ice as Abbie distracts her with stories and jokes.

“Y/N, do you have anyone to take you home?” The coach asks, allowing the rest to leave as Abbie stays seated with Y/N.

“I’ll call my boyfriend, thank you for your help” she says as the coach pats her on the back, telling her she can take all the time she needs off while also still being allowed to attend the games to support. She’s devastated about it, but at least she can support her team from the sidelines.

“What happened?” Harry asks running out of his car, the door slamming as Abbie wheels Y/N out in wheelchair given to them by the coach from the injury room.

“Fucked my ankle, doesn’t surprise me honestly, today wasn’t a good day” she sighs s Harry laughs a little, helping her out of the wheelchair and guiding her towards his car that’s parked only three steps away.

“You’re okay now, let’s get you home and rested, yeah?” He says laying her down on the back seat, picking her leg up and resting it on the seat as she winches in pain a little as she adjusts herself on the seat.

“Thanks for all your help, I’ll have Niall come and pick her car up later” Harry says to Abbie, closing the back door and smiling at the girl who’s waving in at her best friend who’s mortified in the back of the car, laughing masking the pain she’s feeling.

“If you both need anything give me a call” she says as Harry nods waving her off as he sits into the car, turning around to look at his girlfriend who’s looking back at him holding in her laugh.

“Only you” he shakes his head laughing as Y/N lets out a loud cackle, knowing he’s right, only her would end up fucking up her ankle even with a brace on it, it’s defiantly a Y/N thing to do.

The car ride home is filled with laughing and a few sing songs as Harry tries to distract her from the pain. He helps her into her apartment by carrying her bridal style up the flight of stairs and placing her down onto the sofa, propping her leg up on the coffee table, raising her ankle up on a pillow as he races to the freezer to find something to put on the injury.

“Okay, all you’ve got is frozen peas” he says placing the green packet down onto her ankle, the picture of peas hilarious as it rests on her skin, the swelling gone down since the gymnasium which is good, as Harry says.

“I’ll run to the store to get you some bandages soon, right now, you need some tea, the sugar will help with the shock you got” he says immediately snapping into Mum mode with her, Y/N smiling at Harry in the kitchen behind her, her head turning and resting on the back of the sofa as she watches him saunter around her kitchen.

“Do you have any homework you need completing? I got all mine done in library period we had today, I’m free to do yours if you have any” he says fiddling with the kettle and switching it on, placing a tea bag into her favourite purple polka dot mug.

“I have to transfer handwritten notes onto my laptop, I can do that” she says as Harry turns around, waiting for the kettle to boil as he looks at her.

“Nope, I’m doing that for you, you need rest! I’m here to help you, I’ll be your nurse” he says turning back around to pour the boiling water into the mug.

“I’m fine Harry, it’s just a small sprain” she fights back, Harry shaking his head as he walks in with her mug filled with warm tea, passing it to her as he sits next to her wrapping his arm around the back of the sofa.

“I’m not leaving you here alone, if you fall what will you do? Get up and walk?” He says sarcastically as she rolls her eyes laughing, resting her head back on his arm as they begin watching the TV before them.

“Also, I expect the same in return if I ever get hurt” he jokes as she slaps his arm playfully, laughing loudly as Harry wiggles his eyebrows at her.

“You’re on top for the next few weeks Styles” she says sipping on her tea as Harry laughs, reaching over to kiss her check.

“I’m always on top, darling” he whispers to her as she pulls back looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Babe, please can you be on top? I had a leg cramp this morning and it might come back” she says lowly, imitating Harry and his deep British accent as he looks at her rolling his eyes.

“I don’t sound like that” he says taking her mug from her and sipping a little from her tea as she takes it back off him with a loud groan at what he just did — he always does it to annoy her, or he’ll dip some biscuits into her tea when she’s not looking.

“Oh yeah, must be what my other boyfriend sounds like” she says riling him up, his head turning to her as she looks at the TV screen laughing behind the rim of her mug.

“You’re lucky you’re injured m’love, if you weren’t you would be over my shoulder and thrown down onto your bed and I’d show you who’s your boyfriend, or daddy as you like” he says wiggling his eyebrows as she groans into her tea.

“It was one time! I said it by accident!” She shouts, turning bright red as Harry laughs loudly, kissing her cheek as she pouts looking down at her mug.

“You know I liked it, it’s okay baby” he says resting her head on his shoulder as she cuddles into him, her empty mug on her lap as she pulls the blanket down from the back of the sofa, placing her empty mug on the floor and throwing the blanket over them both.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you” she says feeling sleepy, her day catching up on her as Harry helps her nurse her injury, his hands fixing the frozen peas on her ankle if they move a little.

“You’d probably break your neck or something” Harry says as she groans looking up at him, his dimples popping out as he laughs at his own joke.

“I’m being nice!” She says as he bends down to peck her lips, their smiles against one another lips as they pull away looking at one another.

“I know m’baby, I don’t know what you’d do without me either!” He says sighing in contentment as she rolls her eyes squishing her face into his chest.

“Harry!”

[tojisveryown]

𝙸𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚜 | 𝟶𝟻

© 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚓𝚒𝚜𝚋𝚋𝚢𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚛

𝙰𝚌: 𝚠𝚃𝟼𝙸𝙳𝟸𝚀𝟺𝙰𝙺𝚄𝟿𝚏𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚠𝚝

𝚂𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜: 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 ��𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚑𝚘𝚕, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐 𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟸.𝟸𝙺

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜: 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎 𝙰𝚄, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝

𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎: 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙶𝚘𝚓𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜. 𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 "𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚙𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝" 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛. (𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝙸 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚐𝚗!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞.)

𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 | 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟶𝟻 | 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

(𝚄𝚗𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍)

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The next morning you were greeted with a hangover thanks to everything you consumed. Your head was pounding and your body felt gross. The faint memory of waking up next to Gojo popped in your head. “Damn I wish I woke up to him everyday.” 

“Woke up next to who everyday?” Utahime asked as she was in the middle of brushing her hair, “You know Y/N I never imagined you to be such a lightweight, it was so hard to bring you back here without you rambling about such nonsense.” 

“Huh? Wasn’t I sober when I went to go look for you?” The memory of you waking up and giving Gojo a kiss on the cheek before looking for Utahime popped in your head, you and sworn you woke up sober. 

“Yeah, barely.” She sat down at the edge of your bed giving you a stern look “Do you know how many times I had to keep you from falling over? You almost fell down the stairs, twice. You’re lucky Gojo was upstairs, without him you wouldn’t have made it out alive.” 

Huh, so he helped you after ignoring you and treating you like an outcast? What a bastard. “You know Y/N you should really be careful. Next time make sure you watch over your drinks.” 

“What are you talking about? Did I do something wrong?” 

“Well no.. it’s just that someone spiked your drink. If Nanami hadn’t taken care of you someone probably would’ve taken advantage of you so please for the love of god watch what you drink, for me?” you gave her a smile, she was worried about you and you were glad you had someone like her by your side, it’s not everyday you’re blessed with a good roommate like Utahime. 

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The up coming week was the last week before spring break came around, which meant you only had two months before the deadline for the project came to an end, that same project where you had shitty partner that abandoned you.

As the morning came around you were able to wake up in a pretty good mood. Today was the last day before break and you were glad to be getting some rest. Unlike the other students on campus you weren’t able to go back home due to the money it costs to get a ticket. You weren’t financially stable during your high school years which led you into the mindset that since you weren’t able to afford the newest items everyone was getting that you didn’t deserve to socialize. You were that weird kid who sat in the back drowning yourself in music or getting lost in a good book. You will never forget the first time you had an interaction with Gojo. 

You were seated at the very back of the class, eyes darting from left and right as the book you were indulged in sat in front of you. The loud noises of the students coming into first period had no effect in the way you enjoyed the book. You were getting to the climax of the story, getting so lost into the plot that you didn’t even notice him come in. 

“Hey, whatcha reading?” The tall white haired boy slipped the book out of your hand to take a look at it. “No Longer Human, huh?” 

You wanted to die, you hated how you got his attention, you didn’t want it, you didn’t want the kids in your class analyzing you too much. You didn’t want them to find out you were struggling with money, they’d treat you different. They already do.

“Mmm mind if I keep this?” he stuck his face in your personal bubble, his sunglasses at the edge of his nose, eyes piercing yours as he awaited your answer.

“Um.. yes, please give it back.” a small voice escaped your lips. 

“Why? It’s just some book you can buy again, is it because someone special gave it to you?” he was teasing you, the book was in your face as he began to sway it from side to side, leaving it in your reach and taking it out.

“No I’m just not done with it.”

“Mmm, too bad. ‘m keeping it.” Your face dropped and you allowed him to take your belonging. You watched as he sat down in his seat flipping through the pages of the book that once belonged to you.

Your mother struggled to earn the money needed for the textbooks your school wanted you to obtain, you hated seeing your mom bend herself backwards. You’ve always offered to get a job to financially support her but your mother wouldn’t allow it. She wanted you to have a normal childhood. You never saw her much but due to the amount of jobs she took on but you knew the love she held for you was greater than the father that left you. 

You and your father weren’t the absolute closest ever since he decided to leave but he still tried to have somewhat of a bond with you, he’d send you books and your mother would write back to him saying how much you loved reading them, the book Gojo had taken from you was the last book your dad had sent your before staring another family with another woman. 

The last thing he’s ever left you now lies in the hands of a stranger. Of course it didn’t bother you as much as it should but you couldn’t help but long for the moment of having the book back in your hands.

It was a fresh new semester and your mother couldn’t afford the textbooks that you needed. You knew that you had to drop out and attend a much cheaper school. 

You awaited the day you’d talk to your councilor along with your head teacher, during that day you wished you could get that damn book back, it was just a book but part of you saw it as something more because it was gifted to you from your dad. 

“Hello, good after noon Ms. Kalaber, Mr. Henderson.” you walked into the office and took a seat in one of the vacant chairs.

“Hello Y/N, are you hear to talk about your transfer?”

“Yes, I’m sorry to do so. I really enjoy coming here but it’s been hard on my mother and I to financially keep up and I think it’d be better for us if we made a switch.” 

“Yes of course I understand..” The three of you spent the next few minutes talking about schools that would accept you in open arms, the meeting ended up earlier than expected and you were on your way out but a certain somebody bumped into you causing the transfer papers along with school recommendations to slip from your hands.

Your second interaction with him. 

“Oh shit, I’m sorry I didn’t see you there.” Of course you couldn’t you’re 6′4. He crouched down helping you collect that papers, slowly noticing what the papers were. “Hey, you’re transferring?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Oh.. why?” you stayed silent and began dusting off the papers from any dirt since they did fall on a school floor. “Ah, never mind you don’t have to answer that. Well see you, I guess?”

You and Gojo parted ways.

The next morning would be your last at the high school you spent almost four years at. Your heart felt heavy knowing no one would realize you left, after all you were just one of the kids that no one really paid any attention to. 

In the middle of your first period you were summoned to the office, your mother was seated in the chair you sat in the pervious day. “Y/N, good morning. We have some news!” Long story short someone paid off the expenses for your textbooks and any financial contract you were under while attending the school. 

You didn’t really care. It’s not like you were thrilled to stay, you weren’t exactly thrilled to attend a brand school either. You just accepted whatever was given to you. Even if you wanted to know who suddenly paid off the financial fees you couldn’t since they decided to remain anonymous. You were grateful however you couldn’t help but feel as if they looked down on you. Although their intentions were very different from what you thought.

Your senior year flashed before your eyes, the amount of days left before graduation were alarming to you, you knew what college you were going to, you applied for a scholarship and with the grades you had you were able to easily get it. After all you didn’t have any friends to hang out with so you mostly studied instead of getting yourself caught in things you knew weren’t good for you.

You’ve only had two encounters with the guy who stole your book, and yet you were hoping to see him again. To get the book back of course.

During the going away party for all the seniors a tall figure waited for you to show in hopes that he’d be able to return what was once yours. He wanted a chance to talk to you again. He wanted the message he left inside one of the pages to reach you, but it never did since you believed no one wanted you there.

You imprinted in your mind that everyone would judge you for having money struggles, you gave yourself the thought that they’d judge you for the kind of clothes you wore, or the kind of person you were. 

You failed to realize that your first friend was never Utahime, but the boy who sought for your arrival 

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During the last Friday of your first semester you had decided to be productive, you were in a great mood. You started the day off by going to the cafe to read a bit, you were reading a book that Nanami had recommended to you. 

The two of you had slowly gotten closer over a short period of time, you were glad to have someone timid and reasonable by your side. He was also reliable. Unlike stupid Satoru Gojo. 

Before class started you got yourself along with Nanami a cup of coffee,  “This is what you like right?” He pulled his glasses down to sit at the tip of his nose. “What, is this not what you get?” 

“No it is, thank you Y/N.” His hand reached out to grab the cup of black coffee in your hand, his fingertips brushed against yours, so warm. “I just didn’t expect you to get me one is all.”

“Mhm, why not? Didn’t I tell you that I owed you? I owe you even more after what you did at that stupid party.” 

“Ah, that.” you watched as he took a sip of his coffee, “It’s nothing, I’d rather not let a girl like you be used.” 

A girl like you, What the hell is that supposed to mean. “What do you mean a girl like me?” You couldn’t help but think negatively about what he said, would it have been better to not make friends and remain the quiet kid whose face was always buried in a book? 

“Relax, I didn’t mean it like that. You’re a sweet girl is all, you shouldn’t have to go through anything more than what you’ve already gone through.” 

“Like you know what I’ve gone through.”

“I know more than you think.” 

“Shut up you sick asshole, who even drinks black coffee?” 

“What does my coffee have to do with trauma?”

“Shut up Nanamin.”

Nanami smiled into his cup before taking a sip. “You’re a lot like him..” he whispered.

“Huh? What did you say?” 

“Nothing.”

“’nami tell me.” 

“Enough with the nicknames.”

“’nami.”

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The day was almost over, as you were exciting the main building you caught a glimpse of all the people leaving campus. “Must be nice to go home to your family..” you sighed and followed the staircase the led to the exit closest to your dorm 

“What are you doing? Why are you making this so complicated?” Oh man a fight, this’ll be awkward. You prepared to take another step down the stairs until a very familiar voice spoke out. 

“I don’t have a choice.” you stopped your tracks as the familiar voice rung through your ears, you wanted more than anything to leave but your body wouldn’t move. 

“Bullshit. You did the same thing to me and Suguru.” another familiar voice rung in your ear, it was Utahime. “You can’t keep doing this Gojo.” 

“I know but it’s just a little while longer and th-”

“She really is right you know, you really are a stupid Satoru.” 

You didn’t mean to eavesdrop, you swore you were gonna leave as soon as your body was able to move but the next few things you heard made you freeze. If it was quiet enough you’d be able to hear the sound of your heart beating, you head felt light and your body felt limp but you knew that you had to get out of there. 

You knew this wasn’t something you were supposed to know.

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𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 | 𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝 | 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎: 𝚢𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚐𝚘𝚓𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚒 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐! 𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝. 𝙰𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌! 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚖𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗? 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚕. 𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚄𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝙶𝚘𝚓𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚕. 𝚆𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚆𝙾𝙾𝙾𝙾!! 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢'𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥

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𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: @peppytine @enesitamor @fairyblue-alchemist @diluczs @honouredsatoru @thankuary @sookyshima

𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚜. (𝟺/𝟸𝟿)

© 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚓𝚒𝚜𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚛

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[peaches-writes]

how to appease your asian aunties ch. 1 - christmas

description: in the immortal words of wine aunts and aunts you’re not even related to but forced to call your aunt at gatherings, ‘do you have a boyfriend?’ member: jisung / han genre: fluff, fake dating au, implied rich kids au, eventual childhood / best friends to lovers au, college au, implied fem reader (but i still used they/them pronouns) word count: 7.5k chapter warning: food, drinking, explicit language, one comment about weight note: insp by a twt meme + this is my first attempt at making a story with parents having a bigger role in them omg

ch. 2 // ch. 3 // series masterlist

Though you’re a semester away from graduating college, with your own circles of friends, clubmates, and close classmates, you still can’t understand why your mom and her sorority batchmates feel the need to have reunion parties every single year. Maybe it’s the product of growing connectivity in this modern age or just simply your wide age gap preventing you from having the same nostalgic feelings attending these dinners; nevertheless, ever since your mom started bringing you to these parties to socialize with her friends’ children when you were four, you've always personally found it a bit troublesome. 

They see each other at mall sales, weekend brunches, weddings, birthdays, and anniversaries all the time—a lot of them even work closely with each other. For as long as you can remember, you can’t help but endlessly wonder in this time of year: will they ever get tired of each other?

As you adjust your coat over your semi-formal attire for this year’s dinner party, you sigh in front of the full-length mirror by your house’s front doors and mentally conclude that they probably never will. This is your 19th reunion dinner now and even from meters away in the kitchen, you can hear your mom fuss to your dad and the helpers either worriedly about the desserts that everyone in the house (and your nearest restaurant branch) was forced to bake two nights ago; or excitedly about seeing her college best friend, Mrs. Hwang, even if they literally just dragged their respective families to the monthly brunch last weekend—like she always does minutes before you leave. She always sounds like a crazed woman but you know deep inside that she’s excited to see her friends again and reminisce about the same old college memories you’ve even memorized by heart now.

It’s cute and all, maybe you’ll even end up the same in a decade or so but you swear at present on the dinner menu tonight that the more you spend your first day of Christmas break attending these dinners, the more you’ll slowly lose your mind over this unofficial holiday tradition: from your mom’s dramatic ramblings at the start of the night to the prospect of spending the rest of the evening laughing off your unofficial aunts and godmothers’ unnecessary backhanded comments and trying not to get caught in the trouble the younger children make.

It really just isn’t exactly your type of scene. It’s like family Christmas parties but with more passive-aggressive internalized drama since you’re not related to any of the guests by blood.

“Y/N, dear, come along now, we’re running late!” Your mom scolds you as she approaches your direction to the double doors, carrying cupcake caddies and cake boxes with your dad and your six house helpers. She’s wearing the dress you helped pick out last month, you observe, which is another tradition of hers. Rich people and not wanting to be seen wearing the same clothes twice, you guess. “Oh dear, I need to fix my hair in the car!”

You take one last look at yourself in the mirror before sprinting to the doors and helping your dad open them. You also take a couple of boxes from one of the helpers as you all pile outside, letting everyone pass through before closing the doors behind you. 

The nine of you then head to your dad’s Ford you parked outside the house gates earlier this afternoon, loading the everything in the back of the car without much difficulty before parting ways with the helpers for tonight with the same house instructions from your mom to not wait up for the three of you.

“Bye!” Your mom waves at your helpers through the rolled down windows on the front passenger seat as your dad begins to drive away from the house. 

Once your house begins growing smaller in the distance behind you, only then does your mom attend to her hair while your dad closes all the windows and locks the doors.

You, on the other hand, lean back in your own seat, taking out your phone to pass the ten minutes travel time to one of your godmothers, Mrs. Kim’s house in the adjacent subdivision.

“Y/M/N! Y/F/N! Welcome!” Mrs. Kim greets you at her house gates with her own mini army of house helpers, kindly helping you and your parents unload your party contributions and transfer them inside her recently renovated kitchen. “Oh, Y/N! Look at you, you look so beautiful tonight!”

You smile politely through the wave of compliments and ‘oh you gained a bit of weight’ comments that follow as you try your best to not to trip over the slippery marble steps leading to the house. Contrary to what your mom has been worrying about earlier at home, you eventually discover that you’re fairly early to the party for the 19th year in a row with only half of the families already in attendance to greet you when you entered the house.

“Y/N, all the teenagers are upstairs on the second floor, by the way.” Mrs. Kim informs you once your cupcakes have been neatly organized in the caddies at the very end of the buffet table, making you cringe internally at her preferred term for you and the other older kids in the house. “Dinner is at 7:30.”

“Thank you, auntie.” You smile one last time at her before excusing yourself to go upstairs, sighing internally in relief that her son, Seungmin, has smartly gathered everyone upstairs for the third year in a row to avoid the aunts and uncles for as much as possible.

You’re not completely fond of the parties, sure, but you can’t deny that there are little parts that have unconsciously grown on you—like your unlikely band of childhood friends and your shared hatred for this particular party.

Climbing up the slippery staircase as fast as you can with a death grip on the railings, you reach the second floor in no time to be greeted by six out of the eight people you’ve sort of grown up with in these parties occupying the common area: Felix and Hyunjin having a Wii dance battle in front of the television, Seungmin and Minho having a violent game of UNO on the coffee table, and Ryujin and Yeji scrolling through their phones on the sofa before abandoning them to approach you at noticing your presence by the staircase.

“Y/N!” Ryujin calls you in as she reaches you first for a brief hug and a short exchange of compliments on each other’s outfits, as if you didn’t just meet at one of your shared class’ Christmas parties yesterday. Though all of you attend the same university, you see Ryujin the most since you’re in the same college, just in different departments. “So nice to see you again!”

“Yeah, yeah, hello to you too again.” You chuckle, more genuinely now in the company of party guests you’re actually comfortable with, before waving hello at Yeji who trails behind. 

Yeji then naturally hugs you next, pulling you a few steps away from the staircase so the two of you don’t topple over when she leans her weight on you. “Y/N, took you long enough!” She says next to your ear. “Hyunjin and I were starting to make bets if the aunties suddenly trapped you downstairs like Chan and Miyoung.”

You hug her back with equal force, a little more than you did with Ryujin, pulling away after to playfully slap her arm for the teasing comment. “I’d sell my arm first before I let that happen.” You retort as the two of you laugh. “I just helped set up desserts—mom made us do an extra two boxes of brownies and cookies this year so you better get a lot later!” 

“Of course, but only if you eat a lot of the spaghetti my mom made!” She reminds, kindly fixing your hair for you. “I missed you! You look so pretty tonight!”

Behind the two girls, the boys also greet you in scattered casual ‘hi’s and ‘hello’s before going back to their own activities. You greet them back as they acknowledge you (and even reciprocate Felix’s long-distance high five mid-dance), crossing off everyone’s names in your mental attendance list as your gaze wanders around the room.

Since Chan is busy being a grown-up and showing off his fiance downstairs, you conclude that only one person is missing among your eight friends.

“Ya, Han Jisung!” As if on cue, the missing eighth person in your list emerges from the staircase behind you as Minho calls his name. “Welcome back!” 

Jisung greets everyone back in their second wave of scattered greetings as he walks to Minho and Seungmin’s direction, purposely acknowledging you last by suddenly turning around and walking backwards to send a wave and wink your way. He almost trips over the long ruffles of the big accent carpet as he does this, making you, Yeji, and Ryujin laugh as the only witnesses.

“Oh my God.” You place a hand to your forehead in secondhand embarrassment, stifling your laughs as your best friend regains his balance and looks behind him in case anyone else saw (which, unfortunately for you, they didn’t). You can’t believe that despite missing last year’s party because of his study abroad program’s strict schedule, he still manages to do his ritual clumsy carpet accident somehow. “This dumbass, I swear.”

In front of you, Jisung only laughs it off as well. “You didn’t see that!” He adjusts his coat with one hand and scratches the nape of his neck with the other in between laughs, walking forward to you properly after with his arms extended for a hug. “Stop laughing and come here, ugly. I missed you.” 

You feign a scowl but hug him back anyway, Yeji and Ryujin slyly stepping away with knowing smiles that only you can see with Jisung’s eyes turned away. You stick your tongue out at the two girls as they abandon you and walk back to the sofa before slapping Jisung’s back harshly for the familiar insult. “Speak for yourself, you ugly. I missed you too.” You reply to his latter comment with an amused chuckle of your own. “How are you?”

“Better now that I’m seeing you in person again.” He pulls away after with his signature flirty smirk, visibly eyeing you up and down now while his hands are still on your upper arms. Though he knows such gesture irks you, especially when it comes to the aunts and uncles downstairs, Jisung is the only one among your friends confident enough to tease you this way. Knowing each other a bit longer than everyone else has its perks, he’s come to realize over the years. “Look at you, all dressed up tonight. For me?” 

“Of course I’m all dressed up tonight, it’s Chan’s engagement announcement later.” You retort, swatting his hand away to adjust your now wrinkled clothes. “You’ve known me for twenty years, already; I think it’s time to stop assuming I’ll ever dress up for you now.” 

He only shakes his head, his teasing and lighthearted mood unwavering in front of you. “Nah, I really think you dressed up for me tonight.” He insists jokingly, a hand lingering over the fabric of your coat. “If I get welcome back parties like this from you in the end, should I just do more one-year study abroad programs?” 

“And leave me to fend off the aunties every other year? I don’t think so.” You’re quick to turn down, walking pass him to rejoin your group now. Jisung naturally follows along like a lost puppy, suddenly changing his mind on joining Minho and Seungmin to follow you around now that you’ve started conversation. “You owe me for leaving me to take all the ‘I can set you up on a blind date with my godchild’ and ‘are you dating anyone’ comments last year.”

The two of you sit next to Ryujin and Yeji who, without even looking up from their phones, quickly scoot away to the other end of the big sofa which makes you send pleading looks their way while Jisung laughs and gains enough confidence to sling an arm on the sofa behind your shoulders.

Another annoying thing from this yearly reunion party is how it’s an unspoken rule in your group to leave you and Jisung alone whenever you’re engaging in your usual banter. You and Jisung are the enemies type of best friend, for God’s sake. You don’t understand how everyone (yes, even Seungmin) thinks the two of you are being cute. 

“I keep telling you, you wouldn’t get all those comments if you just tell them you’re dating someone, dummy.” Jisung returns to your conversation once you’re settled, purposely placing a suggestive emphasis on the pet name. “That’s just the most natural thing to do in front of the aunties.” 

“And who would I show them if they ask who?”

“Try me.” Jisung answers smugly, earning him an eye roll from you.

“As if.” You deadpan, leaning to his arm anyway as you take out your phone and connect to the wifi. “Given your new fuckboy look to the aunties, I’m pretty sure they’ll see past that kind of bullshit, especially Yeji and Hyunjin’s mom and Minho’s mom. They’d be more convinced if I tell them I’m dating Seungmin instead and he’s already in a relationship.”

You don’t even have to look to your side to see Jisung pouting as he whines in complaint, his free hand going up to your side to shake your arm. “That hurts.” He dramatically points to his chest when you show the slightest hint of turning his way. “And having Bumble on your phone isn’t being a fuckboy, I don’t even use it to get dates.” 

“That’s not what the aunties think.” You point out, knowing just how much your aunts and uncles easily misunderstand concepts from your generation like social and dating apps. “I’m telling you, I prefer you swaying the conversation for me over you pretending to be my boyfriend.”

Jisung is quiet for a moment and you’re convinced that he’s decided on ending the conversation at this point until he suddenly twists his body towards you and challenges, "Do you wanna bet? Test out that theory?” He smirks again. “It’d really spice up this party, besides Chan’s announcement, of course.”

Only then do you look up at him since you sat down, deadpanning, “No.” 

“Come on, it’d be really interesting!” He taps you on your shoulders with a laugh, a combination of habits he always does whenever he’s trying to involve you in his usual trouble-making antics. “My mom will finally get off my back for always nagging me as a ‘fuckboy’ and our mom’s sorority friends will finally get off yours for not dating.” 

“You’re crazy.” You comment, crossing your arms in front of him. “I think I’ll just re-download Bumble too and bring someone to the party next year.” 

“You’re really taking too much jabs at my heart right now,” He sighs with a contrasting smirk. “and we’re not even past dinner yet.” 

“Because you deserve it,” You chuckle back at him, pretending to punch him on his stomach which he reacts to dramatically. “I’ve always known you’re a dumbass but that’s the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard from you.” 

Stubborn, he shakes his head in disagreement as you speak. “Nah, nah, we’ll see about that.”

And as if on cue, Mrs. Kim emerges from the staircase and announces that dinner is ready, luring everyone out of the second floor before you can even ask Jisung what he means with his words. 

“Ya, Han Jisung!” You call for him when he sprints to Seungmin’s side when the latter begins leading everyone downstairs. 

You try catching up to him but the staircase becomes too narrow for you to squeeze past everyone, forcing you to walk with Minho and Ryujin at the back of the group. With this, Jisung then takes this as an opportunity to look up at you from the turn on the staircase and send you another wink, a more confident one this time since he doesn’t trip after. 

Your ‘age group,’ as the aunts differentiate you from the younger children, hogs the extensive buffet and steals the best table in the backyard, near the karaoke machine so you can stop the uncles from singing too much of ‘My Way’ once they get drunk later on and as far away from the children’s table as possible so you don’t have to be obligated to take care of them later on. Chan, the eldest among you now, joins your table with his fiance, Miyoung, after they’ve officially declared their engagement before the buffet opened, happily handing out their save the date cards for their May wedding.

“Just remember, Miyoung, that you can literally get all your wedding needs from us, okay?” Yeji comments amidst all the talk about the wedding, gesturing to everyone as you eat and drink champagne. “Like Y/N and Seungmin for catering, Ryujin for the attires, Felix for your honeymoon trip, me and Hyunjin for the flowers and documentation, and Jisung can dress up as a clown for your reception.” 

“Ya!” Jisung protests to your left, cheeks full of steak and spaghetti that makes the whole table erupt in laughter. “Chan’s and Minho’s studios can arrange the music and the decor; my mom will probably argue with Miyoung’s mom for the locations and hotels.” 

“I can just tell my dad to hire you as a clown, though.” Minho shrugs nonchalantly, further fueling your laughter. To your right, you can even see Miyoung giggling through her glass of champagne, having given up on stifling her laughs. “It’d make good entertainment.” 

Jisung then leans over to you to turn to Miyoung on your other side with a pout and a pleading look to her and Chan. “You two are just letting them drag me like this?” He whines dramatically before turning to you. “Y/N, back me up here.”

“No!” You press a finger up to his forehead and playfully push him back on his seat. “It’s a great idea, what are you talking about?” You tease as you do so, much to more whines from him. “There’s like five months before the wedding, think about it.”

Next to you, Miyoung forces herself to stop laughing, teasingly asking Chan, “Babe, what do you think? Should we just demote Jisung from groomsman to clown?” 

“I’d very much prefer being a groomsman, please.” Jisung asks over Chan, leaning over the table. “I can’t compete with Changbin for best man but as long as I’m not dressing up as a clown I’m good!” 

“Hey, how come Jisung’s a groomsman?” Seungmin complains from across you, frowning cutely at the couple. “Miyoung, I’m your cousin! I introduced you and Chan in university!” 

“You’re a groomsman too, Minnie, don’t worry.” Miyoung reassures with a warm smile before elbowing her fiance. “As long as you can get your parents to cater with Y/N’s family.” 

The offer makes Seungmin’s ear perk up in interest. “Okay, call!” 

“Can we all be in the wedding party at this point? I’m seriously pushing it now, I want to dress up really cute!” Yeji, who sits on Chan’s other side, pleads. 

“Me too! I second that!” Felix backs her up immediately, the two now leaning over the table expectantly in Chan’s direction. “Though I’m not so keen on designing things.”

“Ah, but we have to make more room for actual relatives.” The groom-to-be in question laughs sheepishly. “Though, knowing our parents, I’ll try to squeeze everyone in somewhere in the program. Just let us iron out everyone’s contributions first.” 

“Yeji, I’ll take note of your suggestion, though.” Miyoung points at the younger girl with an appreciative grin. “I’ll message the groupchat once Chan and I meet up again with the planner.” 

Meanwhile, Chan’s last comment gives you and Minho an idea and the two of you suggest in chorus, “Get Seungmin to sing!” 

“Jinx!” You and Minho exchange winks and long distance-high fives from Jisung’s two sides after while Chan and Miyoung ask Seungmin about said idea, making Jisung pout at you. 

The general table conversation then naturally flows to other matters, mostly about the famous names you might be expecting at the wedding, but Jisung doesn’t participate much anymore, turning to you instead and asking, “Ya, are you cheating on me with Minho now? You sacrifice me as entertainment then back Minho up but not me!” He rambles in between mouthfuls of food, making you and even Minho chuckle in amusement despite the latter being in another conversation with Ryujin and Seungmin. “I just left for one year and you’re already doing this to me!” 

“What are you on about again, dumbass?” You roll your eyes with a scoff, stealing a piece of steak from his plate for the third time this dinner. “Finish your food, everyone’s done and you’re so slow!” 

Jisung then belatedly swats your chopsticks away, “I’m almost done, dumbass, stop mooching off my plate!” 

"Then hurry up, you still have to accompany me to the dessert table.” You point out, referring to your least favorite part of this reunion parties: getting attacked by invasive questions on your return trip to the buffet table. “Remember, you owe me. I’m not going in there alone again.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” He replies on his last two bites of food, eating one then handing the other one to you. “Have the other one, then.” 

He pokes your lips with the last piece of steak and you instinctively lean your head away, catching the food with your own chopsticks instead. “Thanks.” You bring the food to your mouth before carefully patting the oil he ended up smearing on your lips with your table napkin. 

Across the table and out of your earshot, Yeji elbows Hyunjin and points to the two of you. “They’re at it again.” 

Without you or Jisung looking, Hyunjin looks at the two of you in feign disgust. “I know, every damn year.” 

On Hyunjin’s other side, Seungmin nods frustratingly in agreement which makes Yeji laugh. “We shouldn’t have taken last year for granted, 'no?” He sighs. “Last year was so peaceful without them together.”

“Agreed.” The Hwang cousins agree in chorus before listening to the table’s general conversation again.

Meanwhile, Jisung finally finishes his food and excuses the two of you from the table to get dessert. Miyoung waves at you politely and Felix playfully orders that you two get him cupcakes but the rest only acknowledge you with simple nods as they’re completely engrossed in betting on whose dad will be singing My Way on the karaoke machine first (everyone’s in the middle of betting on Mr. Bang). With that, you and your best friend then take your leave, going back inside the house and making a beeline to the kitchen.

Unfortunately for you, you catch your mom, Mrs. Han, and Mrs. Hwang gossiping by the punch bowls once you reach the kitchen’s open doorway—literally the worst combination of sorority aunts to be bombarded with invasive questions.

“Shit.” You mutter under your breath loud enough for only Jisung to hear, the two of you still out of the three women’s sights. Looking up at Jisung with pleading eyes, you ask, “Should we just go back later?” 

Quickly seeing this as an opportunity to get back at you, Jisung only smiles evilly and links his hands with yours, dragging a hesitant you inside the kitchen and towards the direction of the dessert table. “No, let’s get dessert now, baby.” He dismisses your silent pleas teasingly, making sure his voice is loud enough to get your worst nightmare of trio’s attentions. “Felix also asked us to get cupcakes too, remember?”

And like vultures, the three women immediately turn to you and Jisung as you head in their line of vision, three different shades of questioning looks on their faces. You especially catch your mom’s face, a mixture of surprise, amusement, and genuine curiosity for some reason, which sets all the gears in your head into panic mode while Jisung only gains more confidence from this. 

You swear at that moment on Jisung’s sort of untied shoelaces that you just want Mrs. Kim’s new kitchen floor tiles to swallow you up right there and then.

“Hey, mom!” Jisung greets his own mom with a wave, coming off as sweet to her but mocking to you. He then bows politely to your mom and Mrs. Hwang and you’re forced to follow along for the sake of courtesy. “Mrs. Y/L/N, Mrs. Hwang.” 

The three women look at each other curiously, as if in a silent debate on what they’ve just heard, while Jisung pretends to be unfazed, passing you a dessert plate and examining tonight’s dessert options. 

“Jisung, I swear to God,” You hiss at him as you take a slice of chocolate cake for him. “I’m going to kill you after this party.” 

He leans close to your ear while gathering cupcakes on a separate dessert plate, whispering, “I think it’s too late for that, though.” before your mom, Mrs. Han, and Mrs. Hwang suddenly appear in front of the two of you on the other side of the buffet table with sickeningly sweet smiles, and a million questions. 

You especially fear Jisung’s mom. Mrs. Han and your mom often go to the mall together, especially when there’s an ongoing sale, and you’ve been forced to carry all their shopping bags over the years because Jisung and his older brother usually bail on you. Though she’s very sweet, you’ve always known her to be very picky on some things and it just makes you think that she’s picky on who Jisung dates too. 

“Mom,” You call for your mom with wide eyes. “Do you need anything?” 

But she waves her hand dismissively with a reassuring smile at your question. “Oh, nothing, Y/N dear,” She answers, eyes darting almost threateningly between you and Jisung. It makes your hand shaky as you now complete your tower of dessert plates. “your aunties and I were just talking and we didn’t mean to but we saw you and Jisung so we just got curious and thought we’d ask how the two of you are.” 

“Oh, just ask them already!” Mrs. Hwang exclaims excitedly, slapping your mom’s arm like a school girl. “If you won’t, I will.”

But Mrs. Han is already leaning over the table with a knowing smile, straightforwardly asking, “Are you two kids dating?” which immediately makes your mom and Mrs. Hwang erupt into fits of giggles. “Come on, the aunties want to know!” 

“Oh, um—” You stammer out before Jisung beats you to it. 

For the second time tonight, you feel Jisung’s arm on your shoulder as he speaks over you confidently, “Y-Yeah, we’ve been for a while now!” He then places his dessert plate back on the table and boyishly rubs the nape of his neck which only elicits swooning reactions from the three women, a complete contrast from your expectations a while back. “Just some time before my program ended so it’s been a bit long-distance for the most part.” 

“Oh? But how?” Mrs. Hwang asks curiously. “I didn’t hear of you going to Malaysia this year, Y/N, and Jisung, your mom told me you didn’t have time to go home!”

“You could’ve just told me, Sungie! Then, I would’ve had you sent home earlier if you wanted to see Y/N!” Mrs. Han adds as well, clasping her hands in satisfaction. “I knew this was coming! You two have always been so cute together!” 

Your mom agrees, “Luckily, I refused Mrs. Park’s offer to set Y/N up with another one of her nephews a while back. Had I known you two were dating, I wouldn’t have talked to her tonight at all!”

You open your mouth to try and speak but Jisung beats you to it again. “We’ve been in touch: message, calls, and video calls, you know.” He half-shrugs casually, as if he’s been rehearsing the line for a while now. “It’s our first time meeting since we started seeing each other so telling you guys just kind of flew past us.” 

You groan internally but you also can’t help but sigh in relief at the prospect that you avoided getting set up by Mrs. Park again because of Jisung. Though this doesn’t completely erase your annoyance over him for putting you in this situation, you still owe him a ‘thank you’ after somehow.

So, you conclude that you should just follow along. It’s fake dating your best friend over another pointless blind date at this point now, after all. “You’re okay with this, right?” You decide to ask in a follow-up, pretending to not know that they’ll agree anyway. Next to you, Jisung’s eyes visibly widen and, seeing it from the corner of your eyes, you quickly elbow him in response before giving your most innocent look to your mom. “I mean, Jisung won’t be studying abroad now and we’re graduating, anyway, so it’s cool, right?”

Judging by their softened reactions, you feel like you could challenge Hyunjin to acting now. 

“Of course we’re okay with it!” Your mom answers first, Mrs. Han nodding along happily. “I’m glad that it’s someone I know at least and I’m sure your dad wouldn’t mind.” 

You hear Jisung gulp nervously at the last comment. If you’re afraid of his mom, he’s afraid of your dad because of the one time he helped you practice for your driver’s license and the two of you almost ended up crashing the Ford on your subdivision’s club house. You allow yourself to relax and laugh at this, making him tighten his grip on your shoulder. 

“Me too, sis.” Mrs. Han agrees, gesturing over to her son. “My Jisung here’s been going on dates with strangers online before this so I’m glad he’s finally stopped and settled for your kid! Modern love, huh?” 

“Oh my God, mom!” Jisung whines, his free hand coming up to his face in embarrassment. “I’ve told you before, I use them to meet friends! Not in front of Mrs. Y/L/N and Y/N please!” 

“Ay, it’s the same thing!” His mom insists to him before turning to Mrs. Hwang and your mom. “Social apps, dating apps, they’re all the same. Why do you even use them if you’re just going to fall in love with the person right in front of you? I taught you better than that, Sungie.” 

“Mom!” Jisung hisses, cheeks tinted pink. “This is so embarrassing!” 

You snicker next to him, catching his attention. “Your mom’s right, you know. Tsk, dating people from miles away and you just end up confessing to me on FaceTime.” 

He scowls at you in a way that scolds you for suddenly turning this situation in your favor. You only smile triumphantly at him which the three aunties take as a really sweet moment. 

“Aw, look at them! So cute!” Mrs. Hwang gushes before turning to her two best friends. “Should we just leave them alone now? We’re intruding!” 

“Right! It’s especially embarrassing since we’re both here, Mrs. Han.” Your mom agrees, leading the three out now. She then turns to you and Jisung, “I guess we’ll be off now, then? Don’t want to intrude to you two lovebirds anymore!” 

You smile up to your mom, making sure Jisung does too. “It’s fine, mom, we’re going back to our table now too, anyway.”

But Mrs. Han waves her hand dismissively at you. “No, no, we’ll run along now first! See you later, okay?” 

You and Jisung bid your moms and Mrs. Hwang goodbye, overhearing your mom bragging that she’ll share this new information to Mrs. Park while Mrs. Han and Mrs. Hwang agree before the three completely exited the kitchen. 

Once they’re out of earshot, you sigh in relief and elbow Jisung harshly who responds by dramatically taking a step back and massaging his side. “Ow!” He winces, careful not to hit the dessert table. “What was that for?” 

“I told you to drop the fake dating thing a while back.” You protest, threatening to hit him with your plate of chocolate slices. “Now I have to have you at home more often. I’ve already had enough of you at campus, here, and when your mom visits at home.”

“Ya, but you played along!” 

“That’s because I was put on the spot! And they did mention another blind date from Mrs. Park’s army of nephews.” You explain. “It was between you and another blind date.”

“At least I got you out of another potential blind date, right?” He points out defensively, proceeding to put your hand with the chocolate slices down on the table with caution. “And more effectively now than before, too! So why’d you hit me?”

“Yeah, I know but still, that doesn’t cancel out how you got me out of that.” You frown in disappointment, taking both of your dessert plates now. When he holds his hand up defensively, as if expecting you to throw them to his face, you only roll your eyes and walk past him to the direction of the second kitchen exit. “Now, I have to fake date you for real either until Mrs. Park lays off the blind dates or until I actually date someone.” 

Jisung immediately follows you suit, genuinely rubbing the nape of his neck in a bashful way now. “We don’t have to, maybe they’ll forget about it.” But when you give him a pointed look, as if suggesting that what he just said seems unlikely, he ends up suggesting, “Okay, fine, should we break up after Chan’s wedding, then?”

He then glances over at you to see you contemplating and calming yourself down so he instinctively insists on carrying the dessert plates for you, walking a little bit ahead as well and opening the screen door leading back to the backyard. 

When you’ve made yourself calm down and think more rationally, you firstly point out, “That’s too far away and wouldn’t that be too scandalous? It’s a big event so it could become gossip.” 

Passing the entire length of the backyard now, you receive a few congratulations and questions confirming your relationship from some of your mom’s sorority friends and their husbands, forcing Jisung to hold his thought until you’re not being swarmed again. 

“But if we do it before, it’d be too suspicious since we’d only be dating for less than 6 months.” He counters once the adults have left you alone, glancing ahead and seeing your entire table looking at you with quirked up eyebrows and comically intimidating looks. “Remember when my older brother did that as a joke to the aunties and got caught because they only did it for 3 weeks? They smell fear and deceit, Y/N.”

You sigh in defeat, “Let’s just figure it out later.” With that, you reach your table, setting your plates down and asking, “What did we miss?”

Judging by the way they eye you, your mom has probably told Mrs. Kim who’s gone table to table. 

“It’s fake, isn’t it?” Ryujin speaks up once you’ve settled back in your seat, making the table break character and laugh. “It can’t be a coincidence since you two were just talking about that a while ago inside!” 

“Please be fake.” Seungmin adds, gesturing to you and Jisung. “It’d be more annoying for all of us next year if it’s true.” 

You and Jisung, having the same thought and trust for your friends, nod simultaneously at Ryujin’s question, eventually joining in on the laughter. 

“Oh my God, I can’t believe you’d actually try that!” Ryujin cackles, a clear giveaway that she and Yeji were eavesdropping on you and Jisung a while back to a degree.

“To be clear, though, it’s his fault!” You add in between laughs for clarification, pointing to Jisung with your dessert spoon. “He started it!” 

“And they were about to get set up on a blind date by Mrs. Park again.” Jisung gestures to you back, completing the thought. “I was being a good Samaritan.”

“Ooh, and what did they say?” Felix asks curiously, one elbow propped up on the table as he listens intently. 

Jisung groans in exasperation as he eats his chocolate cake. “We bumped into my mom, Y/N’s mom, and Mrs. Hwang so you can imagine how they reacted.” 

“I can imagine, especially our mom.” Hyunjin sighs with his hands carding through his hair in secondhand embarrassment. 

“At least now we know where you inherited certain qualities from.” Chan teases, making the younger boy exclaim ‘ya!’ at him. 

“This is good, though isn’t it?” Yeji asks curiously over her iced tea. “I mean, Mrs. Park’s wouldn’t set you up on blind dates now.”

“Yeah, but that leaves me as Ms. Park’s only target!” Ryujin moans in frustration. “You know Mrs. Park doesn’t get convinced with dating people online!” 

You shake your head at Ryujin’s complaint. “Yeji can fake date you, though.” You point out, much to the girl’s annoyance. “Or ask out that girl from our lab.”

“So, does this mean we’re getting a dramatic break-up at Chan and Miyoung’s wedding?” Hyunjin interjects, having moved from playing with his now long hair to his glass of champagne. “Because if so, then you better tell us now so we won’t get too drunk at the reception until it happens!”

“I honestly want to see that happen too.” Seungmin agrees, the two high-fiving at the thought.

“That’d be interesting, breaking up at weddings.” Minho chuckles along now too. “People usually propose or hook-up so this is new.” 

“Hey, no stealing my spotlight on my wedding!” Miyoung complains playfully to you and Jisung this time. “We’re all supposed to have a good time there!”

Chan nods in agreement. “If you break up at our wedding, you’re getting kicked out.” 

So you shake your head reassuringly in between eating cupcakes. “We aren’t planning to.” 

“You’re going to date for real?” Felix asks teasingly, earning him a glare form you.

“Gross, no.” You and Jisung turn down the thought in chorus.

“Jinx.” Jisung adds, stealing a spoonful of cake from your plate.

“So when are you breaking up?” Chan asks, leading the whole round table to look back to you. 

“Whenever, I guess.” You shrug casually, belatedly swatting Jisung’s hand from your plate this time. “Until Mrs. Park gets off my back and Jisung actually stops fucking around on Bumble.” 

“I don’t fuck around on Bumble!” Jisung complains over a mouthful of chocolate cake.

“Well, that’s going to take a long time.” Chan dismisses. “At least let us all know so we can schedule faking a whole drama in this group.” 

“Anyway, it’ll die down soon, surely.” Jisung assures with a half-shrug. “Also, our parents only meet up constantly during this reunion party. If anything, we just have to fake date in front of our moms since they meet up more often.” 

“And Mrs. Hwang.” You point to Hyunjin and Yeji. “Since we all go to brunch once a month.” 

At the mention of the monthly brunch, Yeji’s eyes widen. “Does that mean Jisung has to be at our monthly brunch?!” 

“Oh, ew!” Hyunjin adds in disgust. “I’ve had enough seeing you at campus already!” 

“Why does everyone keep saying that?!” Jisung exclaims back in complain. “I doubt I’d get invited to that, we’re supposed to be dating not getting married!” 

Jisung turns to you expectantly, sighing in relief when you say, “That seems unlikely, it’s my mom and Mrs. Hwang’s thing, anyway. It’s not the Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner brunch.” 

“It better be!” Hyunjin says with crossed arms. “Hopefully our moms don’t get that kind of idea.”

You quietly agree. Having Jisung on your monthly brunch with the Hwangs would just cause so much trouble and cement him in your mom’s good graces—but as your boyfriend, this time.

That’s probably not good. 

The party officially ends some time around 3 AM, when most of the parents with elementary school children have gone home hours earlier and, besides the Kims, it’s just your family, the Hwangs, the Hans, Chan, and Miyoung left at the front gates, bidding each other goodnight.  

“Thank you for having us again, Mrs. Kim.” You bid Seungmin’s family last since they’re the hosts, bowing politely to Seungmin’s parents before giving Seungmin a high-five. 

“See you after break.” Seungmin greets you after your high-five. “Have fun in Japan.” 

“And you enjoy your trip to New York.” You reply with an enthusiastic smile. “I do hope your mom reconsiders staying longer so you can spend the New Year there.” 

He nods with a sigh, “Yeah, I know. Still, I’ll try my best to convince her.” 

Your mom then approaches the two of you, bidding Seungmin and his parents goodnight before taking you away by the arm then turning you towards the direction of Jisung and his family. “Goodnight, Seungmin, Mr. and Mrs. Kim!” She smiles warmly to them before turning to you. “Y/N, aren’t you going to say goodnight to Jisung?” 

“I already did.” 

“Ah, but go to him anyway! Your dad still has to start the car.” 

You groan internally. After a whole night of drinking, singing, and gossiping with her friends, you’d think that she would’ve forgotten about earlier. 

Yet you oblige anyway, excusing yourself from your parents and approaching Jisung whose parents are busy having last-minute small talk with Chan and Miyoung, probably endorsing their chain of hotels as early as now for the wedding. 

“Hey, ugly.” You greet him casually as you approach, both your parents out of earshot so the old nickname naturally comes out. At this, Jisung immediately turns from scrolling through his phone to looking up at you with wide eyes. “My mom didn’t see us say goodnight a while ago so I’m here.” 

“Oh,” He muses, eyes flitting to your mom behind you once. When he sees her glancing expectantly, he turns to you and suggests, “Should we hug?” 

“Yeah, I guess.” You sigh, going straight into his extended arms. “‘Night.” 

“’Night, baby.” Jisung hums gently, too sleepy now to throw more witty comebacks besides the cheesy pet name that originally got you in trouble tonight. “See you after the break.” 

“No, see you on our moms’ next shopping spree.” You correct firmly, pulling away from his warmth before you could accidentally fall asleep on him. “Since we’re ‘dating’ now, you’re morally obligated to attend shopping bag duty now, too.” 

This makes Jisung sigh in defeat, “Fine, fair enough. See you on our moms’ next shopping spree, then.” He pauses for a moment then asks, “The day after New Year, right?”  

“Yeah.” You confirm with a nod when you catch him pouting, “You started this so don’t pout now.” 

“I know, I’m regretting it now.” He rolls his eyes with a scoff, only making you chuckle. “I suppose it’s different when we hang out as friends and when our moms think we’re dating.”

You continue laughing anyway until a thought crosses your mind and softens your gaze up at Jisung. “Anyway, thanks for saving me from another date—I almost forgot. The means is still annoying but I have to appreciate it somehow, right?” 

This time, it’s him chuckling, “Now you appreciate my efforts. See, I told you, something good comes up with this.” 

“Whatever.” You dismiss before you hear your mom calling for you as your dad pulls up in front of the Kim’s gates. “Okay, that’s me. Bye, ugly!” 

“Hm, bye!” With a final wave, Jisung then sees you off before joining his parents who he didn’t even realize have already gone to their car. 

Seating himself at the backseat of his mom’s car a moment later, Jisung accidentally glances over to his mom from the rear view mirror only to see her wiggling her eyebrows at him. 

“So,” Mrs. Han says. “you and Y/N.”

“Yeah?” Jisung response with a questioning tone. “Me and Y/N, what about it?” 

Mrs. Han only shrugs from the driver’s seat as she now drives away from the Kim’s house. “Nothing, you’re just both really cute.” She comments casually with a proud smile. “I like it. Though it is too bad we can’t invite them to dinner since they’re going to Japan for Christmas this year.” 

“How about next year?” Jisung’s dad suggests. “We can go on one of our hotels abroad.” 

“Ah, but—” Jisung stammers, only to be interrupted by his dad again.     

“Or, honey, when you and Mrs. Y/L/N go to the mall again.” Mr. Han quickly quips in to Mrs. Han before turning to their son in the back seat. “I expect you’d stop bailing on your mom when she goes to the mall now since Y/N’s always at these shopping trips.” 

At this, Jisung shakes his head, “I won’t. I’m ‘morally obligated’ now, apparently.”

“That’s good.” Mr. Han says, turning back to the road ahead and relaxing into the front passenger seat. “You better.”

Jisung sleepily props his elbow up by the window and sighs, letting his parents enjoy this new prospect of him seriously dating someone now. “Yup.” He ends the conversation, closing his eyes and getting a few minutes of sleep before arriving back home. 

Suddenly, this is probably not a good idea—lying to his already hyped parents. 

ch. 2 // ch. 3 // series masterlist

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Want You Pt. 1

--Harry is June’s ex. June is Y/N’s best friend. Months after the break up the two meet again, and there is an attraction Y/N is just not ready to address.-- 

I want to thank @for-fucks-sake-h​ @andwhenshesays and @oh-honey-styles​ for letting me participate in this challenge. As a new writer its a bit intimidating but I hope y’all enjoy :)

warning: mentions of smut, but nothing too juice... yet. 

Y/N couldn’t believe it. 

Of all the damn colleges in the country, he had to attend the same one as her. And out of all the parties that were happening tonight, he had to be at the same one she was. 

She turned away from the vibrant green eyes of Harry Styles and wished the ground would swallow him whole. She was looking forward to getting wasted tonight. She had a tough week with four exams, her mother once again pushing her buttons and something went wrong in the system and Y/N couldn’t sign up for the classes she needs next quarter. Now she is a fourth-year student and is going to fall behind on her major. Y/N was over all of it. Seeing Harry was just icing on top. He was her best friend June’s ex-boyfriend. 

And a complete douchebag. 

He’s also really fucking attractive. 

Hoping the dancing bodies and the loud music would distract him and not having him come her way, Y/N grabs her roommate’s hand and starts to walk farther into the room. Y/N doesn’t know how Carrie convinced her to go to a party on a Thursday, and yet here she is. When they enter the next room, Y/N tells Carrie who she saw.  

“Is he here?” Carrie asks over the music. 

With a nod of her head, “I thought I saw the last of him last year! June had said that he was planning to transfer out. I guess he didn’t.”

With a shrug, Carrie gulped her beverage from the red solo cup. 

“I should tell that jerk what I think of him.” Y/N seethes taking in her surroundings to see if he is anywhere near her. 

“You could say whatever the hell you want, but it won’t bother him. Especially when he practically has an endless supply of pussy.” 

Immediately, Y/N pictured Harry between her legs. His green eyes look up at her, while his tongue fucks her pussy. She has to clench her thighs and take a deep breath. She pushes the guilt away from her mind and tells herself that she’s too drunk and was thinking unclearly. But fuck, he is hot. But no matter how attractive he is, he is still an asshat. 

“There are so many stories about that boy’s dick,” Carrie states over her cup, dreamily. 

Y/N looks over at her friend in shock, “What?! That was before they broke up! All I had to do was wait until June was wasted and she couldn’t stop talking about how good he gave it.” 

The two friends move to a quiet corner, Carrie looking for a possible partner for the night. It takes about five minutes, then Carrie is leaving Y/N for the guy that was undressing her with his eyes across the room. Two minutes later, she’s taking his hand and disappears somewhere in the house. 

With a heavy sigh, Y/N pulls out her phone and starts scrolling through her socials. It doesn't take Harry even two minutes to slide right up to her. She tries to ignore him and continues to look at the pictures of people. But she can feel his eyes on her. She feels his eyes travel up and down her body until they rest on her face. 

She finally snaps. “What do you want?” she all but snarls.

With a slight laugh, he leans his forearm onto the wall she’s leaning against. “Well, I want to talk to you.”

“Talk to me? Why would you want to talk to me?” Y/N asks, “we aren’t friends, not even close! Especially not after what you did to June!” 

Harry flinched.Y/N sees the look of pain and hurt flash across his face. But seconds later the emotion is wiped clean and is replaced with that flippant, self-assured, asshole persona that fits him so well. 

“Well, we can become friends, can’t we love?” There is a dangerous gleam in his eye that had the hair on the back of her neck rising. “We can get to know each other.” 

Something about the way he says that makes Y/N shiver with anticipation. The fire in his eyes’s putting her on edge. Looking into his forest green eyes, a shiver starts from the base of her spine and travels up and around her body. She can feel her nipples tighten. And prays to god that her padded bra keeps them hidden. 

Y/N was a year younger than him, and when June and Harry had broken up, she had finally moved to the college town just a couple of months before. So she wasn’t lying when it came to friendship Harry Styles. He might have dated her best friend for almost six months, but she only met him a handful of times. And that was after she finally gave up on commuting to school and found a small, cheap studio apartment for herself. Thanks to all the scholarships and grants she had received, she didn’t have to worry about a roommate. And working as a waitress at a local diner helps with her other expenses. The weeks later, June and Harry were no longer together. Y/N always assumed it was a messy break up because it led to June transferring to a different college on the other side of the country. 

“Why would I want to be friends with you?” she asks. “You cheated on my best friend.” 

He clenches his jaw and avoids her eyes. He looks like he’s in an argument with himself. But once again when he turns to her he’s showing her his easy-going smile, the smile that had so many girls swooning because of his dimples. Harry’s eyes travel up and down her form and he doesn’t even try to hide his appraisal. 

“You look really good tonight, Y/N. Really good,” he laughs, covering his face to hid his blush. “Fuck, I saw you from across the room, you dress make your legs… damn… your legs look like they go on forever.” 

Y/N hates herself for blushing. She hopes the darkness that consumes the house helps her hide her heated cheeks. She’s torn. One part of her is eating up the compliments from the attractive guy that’s feeding them to her, leaving her hot and horny. And another part of her fighting the attraction and reminding her of her loyalty to her best friend. 

She does the one thing she can, she crosses her arms and looks away.

Taking his snapback off his head, Harry runs his hands through his hair and puts it back. “Look… is it because of the way things ended with June the only reason that is keeping you from letting me get to know you better?” 

Turning back toward him, Y/N sees a slight frown on his face, causing creases on his forehead. 

“What do you mean only thing? How can you come to me and act like you cheating on a girl, who you were in a serious relationship with, who was so in love with you, not a big deal?!” 

“I never said that,” he replies calmly. “I asked if that was the only thing keeping you from maybe not hating my juts.”

Looking up at him in confusion, Y/N can’t help but question what he was asking her. 

The desire to put him in his place overcomes her. “I don’t like you in general,” Y/N starts. “Cheating is one obvious reason, but you are arrogant and annoying. You are used to getting your way, especially when it comes to the number of girls you’ve been with. It makes me uncomfortable.”

Throwing his head back, a deep laugh escapes from Harry. He looks absolutely gorgeous. His laugh seemed to come from deep in his belly, his smile pops out his dimples and lights up his face. He looks down at Y/N with amusement twinkling in his eyes. 

“Seems to me someone is uncomfortable with their sexuality.” 

Y/N’s jaw drops. “What?! No! That’s not true! You’re - Just because I’m… I’m not attracted to you!” she stutters. Her cheeks heat up at the bald-faced lie she tells him. 

“It’s alright love, I have that effect on a lot of women,” he responds with a smirk.

With a scowl on her face, Y/N looks at him with disgust. “Good for you! Why don’t you try putting your moves on one of them?” she gestures to the number of college girls that are at the party. Most of them are giving them side-eyes, clearly wondering why Harry would be giving Y/N his company. “Because I’m definitely not interested.” Looking him dead in the eyes. “Especially not a guy that would cheat on a woman. Whether she is my best friend or not. It highlights your character and its a trait that I am not attracted to.”

Harry’s cocky smile falls off his face. “I didn’t cheat on June.”

His face goes sober, catching Y/N off guard. She takes a moment to study him, looking for any hint of a lie. She doesn’t find one. 

She tries to say something, but he beats her to it. 

“You don’t have to believe me. I highly doubt that you will, but the chance that you do - the chance that you know, might not… hate me anymore…I figured that you should know. I never cheated on June.” 

“And I am supposed to just… believe you?” Y/N asks, throwing her hands up in the air. 

“You can do what you want Y/N,” he laughs, “I’m just trying to tell you my side of the story. Do you want to know what happened? I told her that there was someone else and she just assumed. I just never made the effort to correct her. That’s what ended us. I encourage you to ask her.” 

He stands straight and starts to walk away. Harry had taken two steps before he came back to her. He wraps an arm around her waist and puts his other arm against the wall behind her. “Maybe knowing that I’m not the asshole you think I am will make it easier on you to accept that you want me just as bad as I want you.” He says to her. Harry brushes a couple to strands of hair out of her face and soft kiss her cheek before turning around and leaving her alone for the rest of the night.

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The next day, Y/N decides to do some investigating. 

Y/N and June tried to keep in contact with each other since she transferred. They would text each other a couple of times a week and try their hand at calling each other at least once a week. But it has been a couple of months since the last time they called each other. 

So, that morning, Y/N sends June a text telling her that she ran into her asshole of an ex last night and informed her that she put him in his place. But, she also tried to dig for more information. Y/N had never gotten the whole story from June, Y/N knew that she was planning to transfer schools after her second year and Harry had said that he would join her too. But by the time June was getting ready to leave, they had broken up. And Y/N being the supportive and helpful friend she is, Y/N helped June not only pack and eat endless pints of ice cream and drank more than their fair share of wine. And plenty of chick-flicks to make her feel better. 

When Y/N got a response from her, to say she was confused was putting it lightly. 

Okay, so I may have overreacted and made him look worse then what was actually going down. I appreciate your loyalty as always! Haha, I was just super into him and things are going good. But then out of now where he tells me that there is someone else. I guess I never did find out if he slept with her or not but I didn’t give him the chance to explain himself. Whatever, I’m over it. He texted me a couple of weeks ago apologizing again. I don’t plan on becoming his friend, but I don’t hate him anymore. Talk to you soon Y/N. xoxo.

After rereading what was sent to her, Y/N started to think that maybe Harry Styles is as bad as she thinks. And that just maybe, he is telling the truth. 

She pushed the thought from her mind and started to work on her fourth-year thesis.

It isn’t until late at night when she thinks of him again. So maybe he didn’t cheat on June, but that doesn’t mean she can stand the guy. He makes her uncomfortable. And Y/N is pretty sure that he is just looking for a quick fuck, which she isn’t entirely against. But when the guy is an arrogant son of a bitch, Y/N does her best to avoid them. 

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Sunday morning, Y/N does her best to be productive. Looking around her apartment to see what chore she should start with, she picks up her hamper and the dirty clothes thrown on the floor and goes downstairs to start her laundry. She’s wearing her only clean clothes, a pair of boy shorts that she usually wears to bed (because they barely cover her ass) and a stretchy tank top without a bra. She gets to the laundry room and starts to separate her dirty clothes. 

“If this isn’t the best thing I’ve seen all day!” 

Y/N freezes at the sound of the voice that rings through the room. She’s bent over the washer stuffing her clothes, realizing that she is probably exposing more than half her ass. She stands straight and looks over her shoulder, and sure enough. It’s Harry freaking Styles. He seems to be holding a bag of laundry over his shoulder. He’s wearing athletic shorts and a plain white tee. His cocky smirk irritates Y/N further. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” 

“I thought this room was for the whole building,” he starts walking to the empty washer next to her and starts loading his clothes. “I was told that anyone who lives here can use it.”

Y/N’s eyes widen and her jaw drops. She tries to convince herself that her heart is racing because she is just irritated. “You’re fucking joking right?” 

“Nope,” Harry says, popping the p. “We are neighbors” his dimples peek out as he grins. “I’m 2C. Where are you?” He adds detergent to his machine and starts the wash cycle. 

“3C” she replies, watching him carefully, “are you stalking me now?”

He breaks into a deep laugh. Going as far as clutching his flat stomach. “I can assure you, it is 100% a pure coincidence, love.” 

With a sigh of frustration, Y/N closes her washer's lid and starts her wash cycle. She glances at him and sees him leaning against the machine and checking her out. His jade color eyes move slowly over her body and Y/N finds it difficult to breathe. Her nipples grow hard. Realizing she isn’t wearing a bra, she crosses her arms across her chest. 

Suddenly, he eagerly asks her if she talked to June and if she backed him up.

“I did, congrats, I guess your character isn't all that bad. But I still can’t stand you.”

Harry moves his hand to cover his heart. “You wound me, love. You know I’m not a two-timing type of guy, can’t you ease up on me a little?”

“No” Y/N scowls. She enjoys him begging for her attention. She feels as if it's the first time he is working for something in his life. 

“Playing hard to get then?” he teases. His green eyes light up with amusement. 

“Or maybe not all women want you like that” Y/N scoffs. 

That arrogant smirk reappearing, Harry leans toward her. “That hasn’t happened yet.” 

Resisting the urge to scream, Y/N rolls her eyes and turns to collect her stuff. Just as she is about to comment, hoping to get the last word, two girls walk into the laundry room. They both stop when they see Harry. Blatantly check him out, and clearly liking what they see. 

“Hi, I’m Amelia and this is my roommate Alexis. Did you just move in?” she asks, twirling her hair around her finger. 

Harry steps in front of Y/N and shakes their hands. Y/N clenches her jaw and tries to convince herself that she’s annoyed because she can’t stand Harry, not because of the two other girls hitting on him. 

Suddenly, Y/N doesn’t feel comfortable leaving the laundry room, so she tries to prolong her stay by making it look like she is doing something while the others make small talk. 

Y/N’s ears perk when she hears Amelia offer Harry a tour of the building and the neighborhood. But Y/N knows what type of tour Amelia really wants to give Harry. A strong arm wraps itself around her waist and pulls her closer to Harry’s body. His thumb rubs circles on her hip bone that was exposed from her tank top rising. 

“That’s very sweet of you, but Y/N just offered to do that, right?” he’s only looking at her. Heat races throughout her body and tingles travel down her spine. 

Looking up at him with wide eyes. She finds it fascinating that one person who she finds attractive can be just as infuriating. “Right,” she confirms with a fake smile. 

She would rather play along rather than letting these skanks sink their claws into Harry and spread whatever diseases they carry. Harry holds on to her while the two girls get their now dry clothes and leave the room. Y/N wiggles out of Harry’s grip and goes to grab her hamper and phone. But Harry beats her to it. 

“What are you doing?!” Y/N shrills. She suppresses the urge to stomp her foot like a three-year-old throwing a tantrum. 

He messes around on her phone for a minute before giving it back to her. “There. I gave you my number and texted myself, so I have your number. We are going to start working on ‘not hating my guts’ thing, yeah?” he tells her with a smile. 

Whirling around Y/N stomps out of the laundry room. Looking over her shoulder, “Don’t bet on it,” she shouts over her shoulder. 

~~~~~~~~

It's later in the evening when someone knocks on Y/N’s door. She just finished cooking herself dinner and had Netflix queued. When she answers it, a shirtless Harry Styles is standing in the hallway. His tattoos stand out against his tanned skin. Y/N’s mouth waters. His body is built and his muscles are defined in all the right places. His abs are just tight enough to stand out without him trying too hard. He’s holding a tupperware box in his hand. Y/N feels heat leak between her legs. 

She quickly drags her eyes up to look at him. “What do you want?” she snaps, hoping once again that he can’t see her hard nipples. Irritation streams through her body. Her body acting as a traitor even though her brain knows that she doesn’t want anything to do with him. 

“I thought what better way to convince you that I’m not an asshole,” he starts, “than by baking you chocolate chip cookies… and brownies.”

“Huh?”

“I wasn’t sure what you liked and wanted to give you something you might like. I use to work at my gran’s bakery and she taught me how to bake really well.”

Taking the box from him Y/N is flabbergasted. Once again she sees a side to Harry she didn’t think he had. And it's thrown her out of the loop. “Well, um… thanks.” she stands there awkwardly, unsure what else to say. 

Harry’s forest-green eyes are looking at her. His eyes darken and he takes a step toward Y/N. “One more thing.” He wraps his arms around her waist and dips his head. He sucks on the skin just below her ear. “I can fuck pretty well too,” he whispers. His lips lingering at the shell of her ear. 

Before Y/N can say a word, Harry turns around and walks away. 

In a daze, Y/N shuts the door and moves to her couch and collapses. Only two words enter her mind. ‘Well, fuck.’

Part 2 Here

My Work

[petersasteria]

Five Years - Peter Parker AU

Pairing: Chef!Peter x Writer!Reader

Requested? Nah.

I want to say a big thank you to those who helped me the other day about which jobs to give Y/N and Peter. Thank you to @justasmisunderstoodasloki @notsosmexy @hollands-weasley

PP Masterlist

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Age: 5 years old

"Peter, be careful!" Aunt May said. Peter giggled and ran to the swing set at the nearby playground. He sat in one of the swings and began swinging. Aunt May sat with uncle Ben on the bench and watched Peter. Next to them were your parents.

"Is that your son?" Your mother asked with a smile. "He's adorable!"

"Oh, thank you! He's not my son, though. He's my nephew." Aunt May replied. "Where's yours?"

"She's playing by the slide." Your mother grinned. Both ladies turned to watch you by the slide and smiled as you successfully slid down and got out of the slide. You ran toward the swing set and sat on the other swing next to the boy.

"Oh, looks like they're talking." Uncle Ben pointed out. Your father chuckled and shook his head. All four adults watched both of you interact.

"Hi!" Peter greeted. "I don't see you here before. What's your name? I'm Peter, by the way."

"Y/N!" You smiled. "Hi Peter! Want to play on the slide?"

"Yeah!"

Both of you ran to the slide and played there. Since that day, both your parents and Peter's aunt and uncle have been setting up play dates. That didn't last long because you had to move to California for your dad's job.

You never forgot about Peter and he never forgot about you. But your friendship with him wasn't as close as you were when you both were 5 years old. You were gone for 5 years years until you went back again.

Age: 10 years old

It was at this age where you met Peter again for the second time. It was summer and you were on vacation. Technically, you needed a place to stay because your family moved out of California and you still had a place in New York. Either way, it felt nice to know that you had a friend living in New York because you could play all day and not feel so alone. Apparently, your mom and May had kept in contact.

Peter was allowed to sleepover in your house and you were glad because he was your first friend ever. Peter would bring some board games and you asked your mom if you could bake Peter's favorite cookies in return. It was pure bliss.

As usual, when your summer vacation was coming to a close, you had to leave because you were moving to Greece. Your family was quite wealthy so before leaving, you took Peter, his aunt and uncle shopping for whatever they wanted as a thank you for allowing Peter to stay with you for the whole summer.

Peter was sad that you had to leave because he genuinely had fun with you. You were pretty sad too, but you were excited to live in a new place. You were so used to moving all the time that you don't know what it felt like to stay in one place. It was sad, really. Peter had to stay behind, but you had to leave and start a new chapter in your life and this new chapter is in Greece.

Age: 15 years old

You weren't supposed to go back to New York, but you did. It wasn't for a vacation or anything. In fact, you were only back in New York for two weeks. Your grandfather, your father's dad, has passed. His passing really took a toll on you. You never left your room and you didn't eat well. Your mom had to ask help from May because she didn't know what to do. And in a hurry, May went there with Peter. After all, they knew what it felt like to lose someone dear to them when they lost Ben earlier that year.

"Y/N won't even talk to me." Your mom said in a hushed tone. "I'm getting worried."

Peter frowned. May looked at him and gave him a small smile, "Peter, why don't you knock on Y/N's door? Convince her to at least eat something."

Peter nodded and before he knew it, your mom was telling him where your room was and he was on his way. He knocked on your door and he heard your voice which was hoarse from all the crying.

"Mom, go away. I want to be alone." You said hoarsely.

"Thank god, I'm not your mom then." Peter said behind the door. You were in shock. The voice sounded familiar. You thought that it could be Peter, your long distance friend. You threw the covers off of you and walked to your door to open it. Lo and behold, it was Peter. Seeing him again made you tear up.

"Hey, Y/N." Peter said softly. "I'm sorry for your loss."

You gave him a small smile as tears streamed down your face, "I, uh- I'm sorry for your loss too. I know I'm months late in saying that, but better late than never, right?"

Peter nodded sadly before pulling you into a tight hug. Thinking about uncle Ben made him cry again. Both of you just stood there crying in each others arms for a while. When both of you calmed down, you pulled away and wiped your tears as Peter did the same.

"I know you're leaving again so, let's make the most of it, yeah?" Peter said. You nodded, "Okay."

The two weeks were spent with Peter and during that short time, he had developed a crush on you. You had developed a crush on him too, but you knew it'd be difficult on your part seeing as you were always away. Your mom and May knew that both of you would find your way to each other eventually.

The day before you left, you kissed. It was special because it was both of yours first kiss. Both of you were young and you liked each other, but both of you knew that you couldn't handle being in a relationship.

"You know, I miss you when you're gone." Peter mumbled against your lips.

You sighed, "I miss you when I'm gone. But these are the cards I've been given so, I'll have to deal with it."

"I'm sorry I can't see you at the airport tomorrow." Peter frowned. You gave him a sad smile and pecked his lips.

"It's okay. It'll be easier to leave that way. I'll come back, though. Wait for me to come back here." You told him. He nodded, "I will. I'll always wait for you. What'll happen to us? I mean, if I'm reading this right, we both like each other."

"Yes, you're reading it right, but we can't be together. Not right now at least. But both of us would have to move on eventually."

"So you're saying that we can date other people?" Peter asked.

"Well, yeah. We aren't dating." You said. "Pete, it's complicated."

"Then, let's not complicate it. Let's just be together." Peter pleaded.

"As much as I want that, I can't handle a long distance relationship." You shook your head. Peter stopped pleading after that. He understood your wishes. The next day, he was visibly upset while you were on the flight back to Greece.

Age: 20 years old

You went back to New York on your second year of college. You weren't living in Greece anymore. Your family moved to the Philippines when you turned 16. Your dad's job was transferred there for a while. After a year, you moved to Singapore. You've been staying there ever since. Your university offered you to stay in New York for one semester as an exchange student at a university there and you grabbed the opportunity.

You stayed in contact with Peter and as soon as you found out that you had one semester in New York. Peter was ecstatic! He picked you up at the airport and he and May offered you to stay at their apartment. You declined their offer because it was too much. Besides, you still had your house there and you wanted to stay there. You did, however, offer Peter and May to stay at your house. It was quite spacious and you really wanted them to stay there. They agreed.

"Wow, I haven't been here in years." Peter huffed as he entered with May.

"I already set up both of your rooms. Make yourself at home." You smiled and closed the door before helping them with their bags. That night, all three of you caught up with each other and had fun. The next day, Peter drove you to the university where you'd be attending classes which wasn't that far from his university.

"So, how are you?" You asked. Peter playfully scrunched his face and glanced at you before looking back at the road, "Why'd you ask? We kept in contact, Y/N."

"I have a feeling that you're still keeping things from me." You chuckled. "So, tell me things that I don't know."

"Peter." Peter said. "Um, I had my fair share of girlfriends. All of which were unsuccessful as you can tell."

"Why? What happened?" You frowned. "You're a great guy, Peter. Tell me about all of them, then."

"Well, my first girlfriend is Michelle. We broke up after a few months of dating because we realized that we were better off as friends. In fact, we're still friends until now. She's really nice and very observant." Peter said.

"That's really nice! I'd love to meet her before I leave, Peter." You told him. Peter chuckled, "Sure, let's set up a date."

Peter stopped by the traffic light and said, "My next one is Mary Jane. We broke up because she cheated on me."

"Oh my god, how awful!" You frowned, but then you turned angry. "How dare she, though! Why'd she do that?!"

"She said I didn't satisfy her or something like that." Peter shrugged it off as he drove again. "I moved on, though. There's no point in dwelling on it."

"That's true."

"My next one-"

"Jesus, how long was I gone?" You chuckled.

"Five years." Peter chuckled. "My next one is Gwen Stacy. We didn't really break up."

"Oh, so you're still together?" You asked, your heart kind of shattering.

Peter shook his head, "Nope."

"What? I'm confused. You said-"

"She died." Peter bitterly said. "That was two years ago, but I still get angry whenever I think about it."

"Mind if I ask why?" You asked softly.

"She got hit by a car." Peter said with no emotion. "It was a hit and run. I hated the world after that, but I learned to let go over time. Gwen would've wanted it."

"You must really love her, huh?" You smiled sadly.

Peter nodded, "Yeah, I did. I don't think I'll stop, though. She was a part of my life and I don't think I could just stop loving her. But my love for her is like my love for Michelle now."

"Ahh, I understand." You nodded as you looked out the window.

"Gwen's the last one. I went on a few dates in between all three of them but obviously those didn't go well. I went on a date with a girl named Cindy and all she wanted was to forget about heartbreak and shit. At that time, I was still grieving over Gwen so I told her I wanted to do the same."

"What happened?"

"We had a one night stand and it was at that moment that I realized... I don't like one night stands." Peter laughed causing you to laugh too.

"Yeah, they aren't my cup of tea as well." You giggled. "But that's my life."

"What do you mean?" Peter furrowed his eyebrows as he turned left on the way to your university.

"After my first boyfriend, I never jumped into another relationship. I realized I only wanted one guy, so I just had one night stands." You shrugged.

Peter stopped in front of the university and looked at you, "Who's the guy you want?"

You smiled at him and got your bag, "Ever since we were 15, you were the only guy I've ever wanted. You're the only guy I'll only want for the rest of my life, Pete."

Silence. You stared at each other in silence. Peter didn't know what to say but he knew that he felt the same.

"I'll see you later, Pete." You smiled and leaned in to kiss his cheek. You got out of the car and walked to the entrance. Peter got out of his car and shouted, "Hey, Y/N!!"

You turned around and looked at him.

"Text me when you're done and I'll pick you up!" Peter grinned.

"Okay!" You giggled and waved goodbye before entering the big university. Peter smiled to himself as he watched you walk inside. After you went in, he got in his car and quickly drove to his university.

Later that day, he kept his word and picked you up when you texted him. May was at work when both of you got home so both of you ordered some food and talked about your lives while watching 'The Umbrella Academy' season 1.

"I have a friend who's like Klaus." You told Peter as you fed him your food. "I've never seen her sober."

Peter chuckled and took a sip of his drink, "I thought she was like Klaus because she could commune with the dead or something."

"I'd freak out if she did that." You laughed. "But at the same time, I'd ask her if my grandfather was nearby and I'd ask her if she could talk to him for me."

"Well, if that happens, can you tell her to tell my uncle Ben that we miss him and love him so much?" Peter asked softly.

"Anything for you, Peter." You smiled at him. You held his hand and brought it up to your lips to give it a sweet kiss.

One semester flew by fast and before you knew it, you're at the airport on your way back to Singapore. You had fun with Peter, though. You met his friends Ned and MJ and you saved their contacts on your phone as well. You loved their company.

Things between you and Peter were complicated again because you had to leave. Your feelings for each other were stronger than ever, you felt like you would combust any second. You and Peter slept together the day before you left.

"Well, this is a level up from the way we left things when we were 15." You panted and smiled.

Peter laughed as he caught his breath, "That's true. I still can't believe you're leaving again."

"Same here. I'll come back for you, though. I promise you that. I always come back and you know that." You said.

"Yeah, I know. I just wish you stayed longer or forever. Forever is nice." Peter said. "I know you can't, though."

"I love you, Peter." You blurted out as you stared at the ceiling. Peter looked at you and grinned, "Fuck, I've always wanted you to say that. I love you too, Y/N."

As much as you loved him, you still left.

Age: 25 years old

Peter was kind of bitter. He couldn't believe that he was attending a wedding. Ned's wedding to be specific. He couldn't believe that Ned got married first. He didn't expect it. Neither did Ned, if Ned was being honest.

Peter was the best man and you were his date. Both of you weren't officially dating, but Peter wanted for both of you to be official so bad. He wanted to ask, but he knew you'd say no. He hated that. You were only back in New York for Ned's wedding, anyway.

It was at this age when Peter thought he'd be getting married now. He inwardly groaned as he watched you smiling brightly at Ned and his wife. Peter wanted to get married now and he wanted kids.

He wanted to curse you for always leaving him behind. But he couldn't do that because he loved you too much to curse you. You were only staying in New York for three days before going back to your home in London. You were a successful writer there for a fashion magazine. Well, you were part time there. Your other job was at your father's company but you begged him for you to stay in London permanently because you didn't want to move and be a nomad.

Peter was head chef at a five-star hotel in Manhattan. He was living his best life. He lived in an expensive and nice apartment in Manhattan. He was sad that he had to leave May behind, but he visited her every time he could.

Three days have passed and Peter was taking you to the airport again. Both of you got out of the car and Peter took your suitcase as both of you went it.

"Well, this is where we part ways." You giggled softly.

"Yeah." Peter bit the inside of his cheek and looked down on the floor. "Have a safe flight, Y/N."

You frowned, "Thanks, Pete. I'll see you soon."

You gave him a big hug and he returned it. Both of you pulled away and you kissed his cheek, "Bye, Peter."

"Bye." He watched you walk away again and he didn't know what to do anymore. But he wanted to wait for you.

Age: 30 years old

You didn't think you'd ever come back to New York, but since you were working part time in London for a fashion magazine, you were sent to New York for one thing and one thing only.

Four words: New York Fashion Week.

Of course, you informed Peter and he invited you to stay in his apartment in Manhattan like last time. You accepted and now, you were staying there. Unlike last time, you stayed in New York for three weeks. You wanted to have the right body clock for the show and you figured it'd be wise to stay there earlier than everyone else.

It was also an excuse to catch up with Peter, MJ, Ned and his wife. Apparently, Ned has children now. Two children. You were so happy for him.

"When will you settle down, Y/N?" Ned asked you. MJ looked at you with her eyebrows raised in question. Peter looked away due to bitterness.

"Hopefully, soon." You chuckled nervously. "I just need the right guy, I guess."

MJ patted Peter's knee under the table in sympathy. Peter wanted to scream that he was the right guy then and there, but he didn't want to humiliate everyone in your table.

"What about you, Peter?" Ned asked.

Peter looked at Ned and gave him a tight-lipped smile, "I already have the right girl for me, but she's not ready."

You glanced at Peter and he was already looking at you. Both of you knew that he was talking about you. At that moment, your heart was beating fast and butterflies filled your stomach.

New York Fashion Week went by a breeze and before you knew it, you were packing up your things again. Peter just got home from work and he was tired. He saw you packing your things and sighed, "It's that time again, huh?"

You looked at him in curiosity, "What?"

"This." He motioned to your suitcase. "Leaving."

"Oh, yeah." You said as you walked towards him. "I'll see you soon, anyway."

"I don't want that anymore, Y/N. I'm tired of that shit. I'm not your fucking doormat. You can't just come here, brush off the dirt on your shoes on the doormat, and then pack up and leave again." Peter said.

"Peter, you're tired. I think you should rest." You told him.

"No! I'm not tired. I'm telling the truth. I'm tired of telling you that I love you only for you to leave me. Fuck that shit, Y/N/N." Peter sighed angrily.

"Peter, if I could stay here with you forever, I would and you know that." You defended.

"Then stay!" Peter begged. "Please just stay with me. For a moment at least or a lifetime."

"Peter-"

"No, Y/N. Listen to me." Peter said. "You are your own person. You're not mine. But I hope that you'll let me love you. I've felt this way since we were 15! I have so much love for you. I actually never thought I could feel like this, but you proved me wrong. Because even after MJ, Mary Jane, and Gwen, I still wanted you; I still wanted to be with you."

"You're the only guy I want, Peter. You know that. I told you that when we were 20!" You told him.

"It's been 10 years since then and I'm so fucking ready to spend the rest of my life with you and I've been willing to do long distance years ago, but you didn't want that. It makes me feel pain, Y/N. Pain is not an easy thing to ignore." Peter huffed.

"And you don't think it hurts me to leave?!" You shrieked. "I'm in pain too, you know."

"You think you know what pain is? No. Not yet." Peter shook his head. "Pain is seeing your Instagram posts with different guys and then texting me that you love me and how much you want to be with me."

"Peter, I'm so-"

"Pain is texting me that you're coming back to New York for a short amount of time. Pain is picking you up from the airport knowing that a few days later, I'll come back there to watch you leave and go back to whatever country you're currently living in. Pain is not asking you if you want to be my girlfriend because I know you'll shut me down. That's pain, Y/N."

"And even after all the pain you've caused me, I still want to be with you because I know that you were meant to be with me. I've had enough of you leaving, Y/N. Why can't you stay for once?" Peter asked.

"I can't and you know that." You said. Peter nodded, "I know. So you know what? Just go back to packing." He went to the living room and laid down on the couch. You sighed and went back to his room that you shared with him and packed your things again.

The next day, Peter didn't take you to the airport. And you still left.

THREE MONTHS LATER...

You were in the comfort of your own apartment in London when you heard a knock on the door. You furrowed your eyebrows and stopped what you were doing. You walked to the door and gasped when you saw Peter with a suitcase and a bouquet of flowers.

"Peter? What are you doing here?" You smiled and let him in. He gave you the bouquet of flowers and kissed your cheek.

"I'm sorry for the way we left things and I decided to visit you here. I finally got a break from work." Peter grinned.

"Thanks, Pete." You blushed. "Make yourself at home!"

Peter looked around and saw boxes, "Leaving again?"

"Yeah, I'm moving to Paris." You sighed. Peter nodded and he knew he had to make a decision. His first plan was to get you back but he had to change that ASAP.

"I'll quit my job." Peter blurted out.

"What?! Why?!" You shrieked. Peter loved his job. "They pay you so well there and you have an amazing apartment!"

"I'm willing to give it all up for you. I'm tired of this waiting thing. So, I'll go wherever you'll go and I'll work anywhere; at hotels or restaurants or even food trucks for all I care! I just want to be with you." Peter ranted. Your heart swooned.

"You're willing to let go of those? For me?" You smiled. He cupped your face with both of his hands and nodded, "Yes, because I love you. I want to settle down with you now. There's only one condition, though."

"Since you're dropping everything for me, the least I could do is follow through your condition. What is it?" You grinned.

"We'll get married in New York. I want my only living family member to witness our wedding." Peter said.

"Deal." You grinned and pulled him in for a kiss.

You finally became official after that. Both of you ended up moving to Paris and Peter had a decent job there. You were now working full time at the same fashion magazine. A few months later, Peter proposed and both of you flew to New York to plan your wedding there. You worked from home and Peter kept his word; he really did work anywhere. He was currently working at a restaurant.

Your parents flew to New York in time for your wedding with Peter and Ned was happy for both of you. He was just annoyed that it took both of you such a long time.

Your wedding was perfect and your honeymoon was in Maldives. Peter was having the time of his life with you and you felt the same.

"I came so far... only to end up here with you and I fucking love it." Peter sighed happily in contentment.

"Same here." You grinned. "And I think now's the best time to tell you that I'm pregnant."

Peter looked at you in shock and smiled, "Really?!" You giggled and nodded. Peter hugged you and mumbled, "I love you."

"And I, you."

* * * *

Geez, it's nearly 2am now lmao but i hope yall like this

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[mountainsnsunsets]

Hogwarts: Modern Day

A/N: I’ve always wanted to imagine myself at Hogwarts, so I decided to write a fictional story about Hogwarts with the main characters, but in a no-Voldemort AU that takes places in the 2010s. I know that some of the information may not align with the original Harry Potter series, but I’m writing it in a way that I’ve always envisioned it in my head growing up. I hope you all enjoy!!

Warnings: none

Chapter 1

“Oh, wow, Adonia!” my mother exclaimed. “I was hoping this day would come! We knew you were a witch when you were just a wee one, but I didn’t want to get my hopes up until you got your letter from Ilvermorny!”

My father beamed with pride, as well. I smiled at both of my parents, excited to see what being a witch was all about. My mother was a witch, while my father was a Muggle. My mom went to Hogwarts, the wizarding school located in the Scottish Highlands; she was from a small town in Ireland. However, my father was from the States and met my mom when she travelled to the States a few years after graduating from Hogwarts. She had been on wizarding business that needed her to go to New York City and Chicago; my father was attending college in the Chicago.

They maintained a long distance relationship, and eventually my mother moved to a small state on the east coast to live with him. Then I came along and they got married, and they’ve been happily together ever since. 

However, that was four years ago when I got my letter at eleven years old. Now, my father’s Muggle job was transferring him to a branch in England, and we were moving to a small village known as Brockenhurst. I was slightly disheartened to learn that we were moving so far away, and on top of that we didn’t know if Ilvermorny would let me continue my wizarding education there, and we didn’t know if Hogwarts would take me.

“Well, that blows a ton,” my best friend Dahlia said, after I gave her the news. “You can’t leave me, I need someone to help with Arithmancy and Healing!” 

I rolled my eyes. “Of course that’s why you want me to stay around,” I said, shoving her. 

“That, and you’re the only person I’d trust with my life,” she said, smiling. “If you go to Hogwarts, what house would you be in?”

I shook my head. “I have no idea. I already caused enough of a disturbance at Ilvermorny during our sorting ceremony.” Dahlia nodded and shrugged her shoulders in agreement.

During our sorting ceremony, two houses chose me; Thunderbird and Pukwudgie. I’d chosen Thunderbird, which favors adventurers and represented the soul of a person. However, most professors were boggled when I became proficient in Healing, something Pukwudgies were often known for, and not Transfiguration. I’d had been the first person in a century and a half to have more than one house choose me. I figured it was strange that only one house chose most people anyway; people are complex and defined by more than simply one trait.

“You’ll have to let me know if you cause a disturbance at Hogwarts, then,” Dahlia said, grinning.

****

Fast forward three weeks from that and the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, said it was cleared for me to attend Hogwarts. The choice was, once again, mine, as Ilvermorny said they’d also allow me to continue my education with them. Sitting with my parents, I ultimately chose Hogwarts (”I want to know what it’s like there, and that’s where Mom went to school”). 

Hogwarts was far different than Ilvermorny. Over the years, Ilvermorny adapted to the advancing technology and kept current with a fair amount of trends, considering a fair amount of wizarding families were following current Muggle trends.

Hogwarts however...didn’t. It was like they were still in the 1600s, and not an ounce of technology was found. When I arrived, one of the professors, McGonagall, placed me with the first years, who were far too giddy. I felt awkward walking in with them and having all eyes on me.

“Ms. Anderson, you will be going last, following the first years. It’s not often someone transfers to another wizarding school so far into their education. But, alas, we are most certainly happy to have you, and Ilvermorny only said great things of you. They wish you all the best.” Professor McGonagall briefly smiled at me, then turned quickly and shuffled the first years into the Great Hall. “Let’s go, children, no time to waste!”

I stood awkwardly again in the back, more so near the entryway of the Great Hall, hoping all the attention would be diverted to the first years. After what seemed like ages of first-year sortings, a man who must’ve been no other than Albus Dumbledore stood up and quieted the chattering room. 

“Now, we have a very special guest and new student coming to join us. She is from Ilvermorny, the American School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,” Dumbledore started to say, as hushed whispers occurred from every corner of the Hall. 

“That’s never happened before!” I heard one boy exclaim. I glanced over at him. He had pale skin and dark brown hair, messy and tousled as can be. But nonetheless, he was intrigued.

“Yes, it has,” another one scoffed. “Just not here.” I then glanced at him. He had more olive toned skin, and thick, black hair. He must’ve felt my glance, because he returned the gaze and gave me a look that said he understood.

“Quiet, please.” Dumbledore looked sternly around the room. I turned back to face Dumbledore. “Ms. Adonia Anderson, it is our pleasure to welcome you to Hogwarts. Now, may I ask what house you were in at Ilvermorny? Their houses have always fascinated me.” His eyes twinkled.

I stepped up towards the raised platform at which the professors were sitting, fully aware of all the eyes of the other students on me. 

“U-um,” I stammered, “two houses chose me. Thunderbird and Pukwudgie. But I went with Thunderbird.” Next to me, a boy laughed. I turned and stared at him.

“What kind of names are those for houses? Is Ilvermorny a joke?” he said, his grey eyes housing disdain and sarcasm.

“They’re the names of magical creatures, you dingbat, and if you read a book or two, you’d know that,” I retorted back. He dropped silent, and the rest of the hall began laughing. A small rose colored blush creeped up his neck and towards his eyes, creating quite the contrast against his skin. He was even paler than the first boy. A twinge of guilt panged my heart, for I didn’t mean to embarrass him, but Ilvermorny was beloved to me.

“Well,” Dumbledore said, smiling, “let’s see which house the Sorting Hat envisions you’ll thrive in here. Come, sit.” He patted the stool, which I stepped up to, feeling like I was dragging my legs through thick mud. I closed my eyes, and hoped I didn’t get whatever house that grey-eyed boy was in. 

Kind, compassionate, talents for healing, patient... but also ambitious, curious, intuitive... and I see courage in your heart as well, the hat tutted at me. Interesting enough, you could fit in any house here, Adonia. 

I blanched. Not again.

Mmmm, troubling for you, the hat mused. You could thrive in any of the four if you wish. I see great things for you no matter what.

I didn’t respond. My thoughts were racing too quickly. I wanted to make a name for myself here. I wanted to be viewed as intelligent, but ambitious, but also strong, but also kind. But which one did I want more?

“RAVENCLAW... no? SLYTHERIN! No, not that one either? GRYFFINDOR!! Adonia, not even that one?” the hat said aloud, stunning everyone in the hall.

I want to be known for being kind and compassionate. I want to do my best for others, I thought, scrunching my eyes closed even more.

“Alright, if you say so. HUFFLEPUFF!!” I opened my eyes to see no one cheering, but only everyone looking at me with their mouths agape.

Oh no, I thought, what have I done?

[ddaenghoney]

Series: of Silver

Part 21

Attending a performing arts university, you’ve been managing just fine until the fall semester of your third year starts off by making out at a party only to realize the random guy was actually transfer Jeon Jeongguk, whom you had previously agreed to help get used to the city.

Pairing(s):

Jeon Jeongguk x Y/N

Below the cut is a written scene from the story, but you don’t need to read it to follow the plot for the fake texts portions!

masterlist link is in blog description

disclaimer: any character depicted do not represent the actual personality of the respected idol in real life.

Warning(s)/genre(s): College!au, fluff, developing relationship, love triangle(s)??, some angst/drama here and there– Jeongguk has a dog this series isn’t allowed to be too tragic.

Tag(s): @butterflylion @rjsmochii @mahakookie @dammit-jjk @joanc24 @detectivebts @insaisissables @fuzzyballoontrash @sweet-unicorn-world (if you would like to be tagged send me an ask to let me know!)

If you enjoy, let me know!! : )

set after the first conversation between Jeongguk and Y/N

wc: 1132

warning(s): none

The rehearsal dinner’s location appeared as extravagant as the actual venue itself. Situated on the top floor of some small tower, the professor mentioned that one of the family’s businesses actually owned the tower and did a lot of work on the lower floors. Jeongguk felt nervous as he and two other students rode in the clear elevator that gave them all ample time to look at the surrounding metropolitan area.

Mostly all of the wedding party and important guests had already arrived, just the parents of the groom were being waited on before they began. Professor Choi was discussing something Jeongguk assumed was serious with the wedding planner, but as they started laughing he considered that it may have just been a chat. He looked to the center of the room as numbers started being called out to a beat. The bride and groom practiced the the slower of the few dances they were going to do, while Hoseok counted the steps and watched with intent eyes, countering the couple’s light-hearted, cheerful expressions.

After running around to monitor positions of cameras, and try to understand the ins and outs of the gesturing that felt common when those speaking did their parts, the guests started eating the catered meal while the student quatrain waited along one of the walls for their professor to let them in on what would be happening next.

“I can’t believe they wanted to learn four dance routines.” Jeongguk decided to comment, only catching Hoseok’s attention to the question from the corner of his eye. “It seems exhausting to put on top of all of this.”

“Right, I told them two would even be a lot, considering all the clothing they’ll be wearing.” Hoseok nodded as he leaned back against the wall, hands boredly in his pockets while the chattering of a meal took place in front of them all. “Well, I guess because it’s a special night.” He shrugged, “Anyways, it gave me something new to work on, so I can’t complain.”

“New?”

“I don’t usually choreograph to formal events like this,” He gestured with a hand forward to all of the people dressed in over-the-top outfits that were all mostly designer, if not then likely customized in some way. “Just like music video stuff, or some things for the theatre department. Well, hip-hop or more contemporary style is what I mean, I guess.”

Jeongguk nodded, recalling that your main focus after graduation was to work to film music videos and their conceptualizations. Considering the connection, he wondered if that’s how the two of you had met whenever you both had, through some project or competition. You both seemed very involved with extracurriculars so it wouldn’t have been surprising.

“You’re dating Y/N, right?” Jeongguk turned his head to look at Hoseok, the other two students having wandered off to try and find a vending machine out in the hall. Hoseok’s expression was mostly unthreatening--aside from the confident way he held himself usually, but the intent of the question seemed simple. “Don’t worry about me; she and I have nothing left there.” He averted his attention to a passing host that offered the two flutes of champagne. Politely declined.

“I wasn’t really worried.” Jeongguk said then, voice clear and resistant of Hoseok’s neutral comment “How’d you find out she and I were together though?”

“A couple of weeks ago Jimin and I saw you both at the cafeteria. He mentioned it to me then.” Hoseok explained all coincidentally as it happened, still not sounding anything more than commentative. “Well, anyways it’s good she found someone new. She had a rough time last school year.” Jeongguk stayed quiet, biting the inside of his cheek. He really didn’t get the sense that Hoseok meant anything by what he said, but nonetheless being brought up history and ideas of stories about his you, his girlfriend, by your ex just didn’t feel comfortable to hear.

“You guys used to work together on projects, I take it?” A change in subject, more for his own concerns of the question you asked him earlier about Hoseok getting involved with the project, but Jeongguk felt like it wouldn’t be far enough from the previous topic to settle him completely.

“Oh, yeah, quite a few things freshman year.” Hoseok nodded, then took a pause to let the background noise take over before speaking again, “A couple of things last fall semester too, I guess.”  Jeongguk’s eyes narrowed in confusion at the sudden quiet tone and he stayed wrapped in the feeling when he glanced to Hoseok’s then drifted gaze aiming towards the marble flooring. “Well, anyways, it’s no big deal.” A shrug, then the return of a brighter expression when he looked at Jeongguk, “In the first place, I just wanted to bring up her and I to tell you there’s really nothing to be worried about there. I kind of got the feelings today you weren’t sure what to think of me-”

“Oh,” Jeongguk interjected out of surprise more so that he had been acting off, “My bad.” Hoseok shook his head, shrugging because he understood why Jeongguk would feel apprehensive. “It’s not just you, I was thinking about other things.” Other things concerning Hoseok, but- “Anyways, I’m not worried about her and you.” Genuine. Hoseok nodded. The two quieted as small applause carried throughout the room.

“That’s good. I think Jimin feels bad that he’s friends with both of us. Like he has something to hide.” Hoseok laughed shortly, glancing to Jeongguk, “He felt like he was apologizing for a secret when he told me you were his roommate a couple of weeks ago at the cafeteria.” Jeongguk smiled, thought about how Jimin hadn’t mentioned anything at all about Hoseok to him either, “Probably for our benefit.” Hoseok nodded,

“Yeah, but he shouldn’t worry either; I don’t have anything to think of that’d make me want to fight you for dating Y/N, that’s really old and gone feelings at this point. Besides,” Hoseok turned more towards Jeongguk, using a hand to gesture a line in the air around Jeongguk, “I couldn’t fight you anyways. I’d get my ass kicked; not cool.” Jeongguk laughed, shrugging while his shoulders finally relaxed against the wall,

“At least you know-”

“That’s a threat.” Hoseok said with theaterics, “I have the police on speed dial.”

“It’s just 911; how couldn’t you?”

“Boys,” They both turned their heads before Hoseok could sarcastically retort. Their professor walked to them from between the tables, “I think we’re all mostly settled about the videography plans for this weekend, and, Hoseok, I meant to let you leave earlier on after the choreography practice was over. Sorry about that, but you can both leave. Let the others know on the way out, please.”

[skinnyhanifin]

Little review of 2018:

Getting to know me.

Hi all!

Long time no real posts.

(This is very long so I’m going to apologize in advance for that. Love you all. Thank you 💕)

The last several months have taken quite a toll on me. Back in December I graduated from my local community college with my Associates in Science. And on January 2nd, I moved four and a half hours away from the comfort of home I once knew to pursue a double major. So to say the least, I am really battling with my demons a little extra right now.

Since 2018 has finally come to a close, and my first week at a new school has as well, I decided that it would be nice to open up and reflect to my wonderful and patient followers.

Just a little about me: I am 21. I graduated from high school in 2016. I have now attended 3 colleges (1 private, 1 community college, and 1 public). I struggle with a long list of mental illnesses that on more than one occasion have held me captive in my own skin. And up until a year ago, I had no real idea what I wanted to do with my life.

I am a very (semi) functional basket case.

When I graduated high school I had a very clear idea of what I thought I wanted to do, so when that fell apart, I settled for another college that had accepted me and decided to go. (Knowing damn well I couldn’t afford it). Not only did I have a difficult time paying for it, but I had once again refused to acknowledge that my mental health had really fallen apart. I had no concept of real life. I allowed myself to become so hollow.

Throughout my first semester of college I gained a lot of weight, lost even more sleep, allowed myself toget involved in a very abusive relationship, and lost one of my friends to suicide. I spent only one semester at that university before coming home.

That spring is when I started my journey into the community college. (The first time lol). When I came home, I was still sick and just nauseated from the semester before. I was so alone and destroyed. Still unsure of what I wanted to do with my life, I started as an Associates in Arts major. (Still paying for it all myself) I took a few classes that spring and also in the summer. Started to do better but I still wasn’t convinced that the college route was the thing for me. Before the fall semester started I withdrew and begun my enlistment process for the Navy.

I started the enlistment process at the end of the summer. At the time I thought that the only real option for me was the military. College hadn’t cracked up to what I thought it would be and (surprise) I still had not a damn clue what I wanted to do. So I figured ‘Why not hand myself over to the government? Do with me what you want.’ So I tried. For several months I went back and forth. From my recruiters to MEPS and back to my recruiters and back to MEPS again. Finally in early November of 2017, I became medically disqualified to join the Navy.

So then that spring I went back to school. Still working full time, I decided to buckle down and get my shit together. After years of struggling with depression and bipolar disorder, I finally went to see a therapist. Got some more testing done and it was then that I realized that these problems I thought that I had just created in my head, were real. I had been officially diagnosed. Now I was able to get the help that I needed. I switched my major to Associate in Science and went back to completing my degree. Took several different science courses and found that my heart truly lies in the Biological and Geological Sciences. (Finally!!!) I had found my path.

My last semester, I rekindled a spark with an old friend from high school and we eventually started dating. (Y’all, when I tell you this man treats me like a Q U E E N, I mean that shit). He was everything I ever wanted in a boyfriend. He truly is my ‘Noah Hanifin’ lol. After being in a three year long abusive relationship, there was a ton of hesitancy. But he saw through my walls and tore them down. He helped make me the best, most beautiful version of myself. Not only that, but I have the worlds greatest, most supportive, and loving friends. They truly are my rocks. I honestly don’t know how I got as far as I did without them by my side.

It was finally time to apply for college transfer, and I had so many schools that I wanted to apply to. A couple weeks later I lost my job due to budget cuts, and I still had tuition to pay. I only got to apply to two schools. Both schools are very good, I want to make that clear. But one of them (the one closer to my home) is the school that I wanted to finish my undergrad studies at. I got accepted into one school, and then got denied from the other. Mind you, my GPA was pretty darn good (3.6). I had worked full time. I had volunteered. I had done research with my professors. I had been inducted into the Gamma Beta Phi honors society. I did so much and had come so far, yet I couldn’t wrap my brain around not getting into my first choice school. I should have been so proud of myself but I was so broken. I thought that I had really failed myself and everyone else (Again). My life was starting to come together, and I thought that this school (some glorified UNC Chapel Hill) was going to take that away from me.

I am here to tell you that while having to move much farther away than what I had originally anticipated is an adjustment, it is nothing that I can’t handle. After being here a few weeks, I am really starting to love this place. This is now my home. I have a good course load to challenge me. A wonderful group of mentors to guide me along my way. I already have the opportunity to join a hardworking research team. And a roommate that is like the twin sister I never had. Things really have turned out for the better.

When doors close, there are plenty of other ones that will open. Life is nowhere near perfect. Nor will it ever be. It’s my kind of almost perfect, and right now, that’s okay. I have come a very long way in such a very short amount of time. My early adult years have been nothing short of a roller coaster ride from hell. But I wouldn’t trade it in for the world. So as I embark on this new and exciting journey, I ask that y’all send me words of encouragement. I am very far from home and while I have my roommate, I am still very (physically) alone. To know that people do care and are cheering me on, makes that a little more manageable.

I love this hockey family.

Love y’all and thanks for all of your support. 💛🖤

[were-cheetah-stiles]

The College Years - Freshman Year (Chapter 14) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles​

Title: “The Big Easy Resurrection, Part I”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Chris Argent, Sylvie Ducette, Alan Deaton, Melissa McCall, Gerard Argent, Allison Argent, & Reader/OFC

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, return of major character, cursing probably, I just assume at this point.

A.N.: This chapter was so much fun to write. I hope you all enjoy your trip to New Orleans.

Summary: Y/n, Scott, and Stiles go down to New Orleans in order for the coven witches to bring Allison Argent back to life.

Chapter Thirteen - Chapter Fourteen - Chapter Fifteen

Scott, Stiles, Y/N, Lydia, Isaac, Parrish, Derek, Cora, Ethan, Malia, Liam and Hayden sat in Y/N’s living room, discussing what was about to happen. The usual side chatter and snarky comments were not to be found that day.

"So Derek is going to be up here and Liam and Hayden are going to be on call if you guys need extra help while we're away.... Listen, if we could do this after we dealt with the vampires, we would, but we're running out of time." Scott explained to his pack.

"So Gerard agreed to do it... willingly?" Malia asked, lacking tact.

"He agreed. He knows he dying and even though he's a jackass..."

"I think you mean 'absolute sociopath', Scott." Stiles interjected.

"Okay, yea, even though he's totally a sociopath, I think that he genuinely loved Allison. He wants to give her another shot." Scott explained to Malia and everyone else. He was being very stoic and matter-of-fact about the whole meeting that night.

"So the cancer came back?" Parrish asked, uncomfortable about crossing the line into sacrificing people, even if that person was Gerard Argent.

"Yea, and it's worse than last time, he's got weeks left.. at best." Isaac interjected, wanting to back up Scott and Chris' decision.

"And how are we going to explain the fact that everyone thought she was dead for... years? People saw the body..." Ethan asked, the skepticism in his voice apparent. He couldn't understand why they couldn't bring Aiden's body along and bring him back to life as well.

"Ah, I'm glad you asked." Stiles answered, a mischievous grin spreading across his face, the kind he got when he knew that he came up with a good plan. "I've got Braeden backdating paperwork stating that Allison was in the witness protection program and that the government faked her death to keep her safe." Stiles rubbed his hands together, as he explained the plan.

"Safe from whom.. is that actually going to work?" Ethan questioned again.

Stiles raised his hand and glared at Ethan. "I could put your name down, you're insane and dangerous."

"She'll make it work.. She is an actual U.S. Marshal again after all." Derek answered, stopping the bickering.

"It'll all work, you guys, they've been performing this ceremony for centuries... It'll work." Y/N reassured the group.

"We'll be back with Allison by Monday." Scott said, wrapping up the pack meeting.

You watched from your window seat as Chris Argent directed the luggage handlers on how to load the casket into the cargo hold of the Argent family plane. You looked around and saw the pensive faces of Scott, Melissa McCall and Dr. Deaton, settling into their seats and preparing to take off. Stiles walked back to sit next to you, buckling his seatbelt in and taking hold of your hand.

"Now that everyone is aboard, please fasten your seatbelts. The safety demonstration will start momentarily, and we will begin taxiing shortly after. Thank you." The flight attendant said from the front of the small jet, as Mr. Argent buckled himself in next to his father, Gerard.

"You okay?" Stiles asked, squeezing your hand gently to get your attention from the window.

"Yea, just nervous... Did Gerard say anything to you two when you were getting him strapped in?" You asked Stiles and Scott who was sitting across from the couple.

"Yea, he wants to talk to you and Deaton before we land. I think he has some questions about what's going to happen." Scott answered.

"I don't know how much I can even answer. I don't even know that much. Did you tell him that I'm only here because the coven witch requested it?" You asked, the panic sinking in.

Stiles rubbed his hand up and down your arm, trying to calm you. "He knows that, and don't worry, Deaton can probably answer some questions." He reassured you.

The flight was finally in progress and you sat down next to Dr. Deaton, across from Chris and Gerard. Stiles, Scott and Melissa settled into the seats adjacent to hear the conversation, and keep an eye on Gerard.

"Why didn't the cleansing work?" Gerard asked.

"It did.. it stopped the black blood from coming out of your body. That was all that it was meant to do." Dr. Deaton answered for you, in his usual wise and calm tone.

"Did it bring the cancer back?"

You looked to Deaton; you had wondered the same thing for a few weeks. "No. Derek's bite wasn't a forever cure. That would have only been the case if he had actually turned you." Deaton spoke up again. You sighed quietly in relief that you didn't cause a man to get mortally sick.

"Isaac and I could smell the cancer the last time we were with you, before Y/N even did the cleansing." Scott interjected.

"Will it hurt?" Chris asked, knowing that Gerard wanted to know the answer, but knowing that he would never ask the question.

"My father said it won't." You said finally.

"Then let's just get this over with already." Gerard leaned his head back, grimacing and closing his eyes.

They drove through the black wrought iron gates of an old New Orleans cemetery, and you felt the power around you. Chris, Stiles, and Scott unloaded the casket as Dr. Deaton and Melissa escorted Gerard inside. You followed closely behind, but stopped in your tracks at the sight of a tall, older woman, dressed in a black robe, with flaming red hair and bags under her eyes.

"Y/N Y/M/N, oui?" The tall woman spoke in French. You nodded. "Ca va?" The women asked.

"Bien, et toi?" You spoke back, hesitantly.

"Bien. It's good to finally meet the future of New England's witches. My name is Sylvie Renee Ducette." Her accent was thick only like those who had New Orleans running through their blood for centuries. "Why don't we go inside and talk while we wait for dusk?"

You nodded and followed her into a room, where the whole group and some older coven witches sat waiting for them. You sat down next to Stiles and Melissa, and took Stiles' hand in yours. You could feel the magic floating through the air, and you hoped that Stiles could anchor you back to reality.

"Bonjour. Je m'appelle Sylvie Renee Ducette...... and I will be the one performing the Transfert tonight. It's good to meet y'all." Sylvie stood in front of the group and folded her hands in front of her. "Does anyone have questions?"

Everyone sat in silence, looking around at each other for a few moments. Finally Scott spoke up. "How long does it all take?"

"We'll begin in an hour, and it will take about an hour after that. The Transfert must be complete at the moment that the Sun finally sets." Sylvie remained standing at the front of the room, waiting for further inquiries.

"What will she remember?" Melissa asked, quietly.

"Tout." Sylvie answered. Melissa looked to you to translate.

"Everything." You said.

"So, she'll remember dying?" Stiles questioned, skeptically.

"Oui. She'll remember. She'll remember everything, but what has happened in the in between. She'll have all of her old memories and feelings. She'll be your Allison Argent once again."

"And it doesn't matter that she is.... a decayed.... corpse now, you said she would look the same, right?" You confirmed awkwardly. Sylvie nodded.

"Will she be healthy?" Mr. Argent finally piped up, trying to maintain his composure.

"Like nothing ever happened."

"Will she be darker?... cause I feel like in movies, when they do this, you come back like evil or whatever... and you know, when we did this, I came back a nogitsune, so...." Stiles wondered out loud.

Sylvie smiled softly at Stiles' question, and chuckled before answering. "This ritual is very different than the one he performed." She glanced carelessly at Deaton. "Unless she was dark before, she will not be dark after."

"So she'll just be Allison?" Scott clarified.

Sylvie nodded, and then turned her attention to Gerard. "I'll let you say your goodbyes, but then we must take him and the body to begin preparing them. You are all invited to witness. Someone will be in to fetch you shortly." With that, she turned and left the room, the other coven witches following behind her.

Everyone sat in silence for a few minutes.

"Make sure Allison knows who did this for her." Gerard announced to the room. "Make sure my legacy lives on through her."

"Thank you, Gerard." Scott said sincerely, as Gerard scowled at the young Alpha.

They watched as they laid Gerard on a large stone slab next to Allison's decaying corpse on an adjacent stone slab. The coven witches placed large metal bowls below the four corners of Gerard's table.

They then poured oils, herbs and flowers over Allison and Gerard's bodies. They wrapped Allison's torso in clean, white, linen cloth, and began burning sage around the room.

"Y/N, what does 'Transfert' mean?" Scott whispered.

"Transference. It's the name of the ritual." You answered.

Stiles leaned over to whisper to you. "This is much less disturbing than I imagined." You turned your head and simply looked at Stiles, seeming concerned, but before Stiles could find out what was wrong, Sylvie began speaking.

"We are going to begin now. A warning: do not break the seal around the tables or else the ceremony will not take." Sylvie said to the guests, standing against the wall.

Sylvie then turned her back to the pack and began touching implements on the table in front of her. One of the younger coven witches walked towards Gerard and began an incantation, he then laid his hands on Gerard's forehead and chest.

Gerard let out a long, loud breath. "C'est parti.... c'est parti." He said softly.

"What'd they just do?!" Scott asked.

"They took away his pain... C'est parti.. it's gone." You whispered.

"Completely?" Stiles questioned.

"Completely." The concern still shrouding your face.

The room then filled with coven witches, who began chanting in a mix of French and Latin. After a few minutes, they closed their eyes, bowed their heads and began to whisper their incantations.

In one swift and sudden movement, Sylvie turned around and slit Gerard's throat with a short scythe. You and Melissa gasped. Scott and Stiles winced, looking away. Stiles wrapped his arms around you and tucked your head into his neck. You peeked out from under your hair to see Chris intently staring at Allison's still lifeless corpse. Scott yelled for Sylvie to stop, as they all watched her move her way around the table, slitting Gerard's wrists and calves. Deaton held Scott back from disrupting the ritual.

Blood poured out of Gerard, as he gasped for his last breaths on his own. The bowls under the corners of the slab filled with the red life force, and Gerard became more and more pale. The chant grew louder as the flow of blood began to slow and the sun began to set.

As the last bits of blood dripped from the table, four coven witches broke from the group and picked up the bowls from the dusty ground. They poured Gerard's blood over Allison's corpse, and then stepped away. The sun went down and the room went dark and silent.

"ALLUMER!" Sylvie said forcefully, as suddenly all of the candles in the room illuminated with flames at their wicks and a massive gasp for air was heard from Allison's stone perch.

Allison gasped for air again and jolted forward, sitting up in place. Her hands frantically roamed her face, trying to wipe the blood off. Scott and Chris Argent rushed towards the table. Her skin was her usual porcelain perfection underneath and her hair, while matted down thick with wet blood, was it's previous silky brown splendor. The corpse was gone and was replaced by Allison Argent.

Stiles helped Scott get Allison into the car, but paused when he noticed that the only one not loading in was you. He looked around for you for a moment, and then saw you standing outside of the mausoleum, speaking with Sylvie, who had her hand on your shoulder. You nodded your head at Sylvie who turned to re-enter the structure where the Transference had just taken place.

"What'd she just say to you?" Stiles asked as you approached him outside of the car.

Thirteen <- -> Fifteen

I LOVE THIS CHAPTER. I hope you all did too. Let me know what you thought. Are you glad Allison is back? 

Equally huge chapter coming up on Monday, so let me know if you want to be tagged in it! Enjoy the Season Premiere tomorrow!

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How To Be Perfect Men (Part 3)

How To Be Perfect Men (Part 3)

Pairing: reader x hoseok (ft. all of bts)

Genre: romance/fluff, slight angst, college au

Summary:  Hoseok and his friends come up with a detailed guide on how to ‘get the girl’ based on past experiences. He ends up using the guide to win you over. What neither of you realize, is that you’re more similar than meets the eye.

Word Count: 1687

part 3 / 9

(ONE) (TWO) (THREE) (FOUR)

loosely based on this song

Ever since the start of your junior year, things had been mostly boring and truthfully, lonely. You haven’t been yourself recently, considering what had happened months before. You sighed as you continued your journey to your dorm room after a brief study session by yourself. You concluded that lonely was better than nothing.

You were the first to admit that you weren’t exactly watching where you were going, and that’s what caused you to collide with someone who was walking the opposite way of you. “Sorry, my fault,” You muttered, more embarrassed than anything. You handed the man the notebook that was discarded in the chaos.

You offered a small smile and mentally took note of his features. Whoever he was, you silently hoped you got to see him again. With your past luck with guys, however, you figured that it probably wouldn’t happen and you were way too chicken to ask for even his name. He smiled back at you and you hurriedly walked past him, still embarrassed about the whole ordeal. Your mind couldn’t help but wander to this boy, completely forgetting about your previous thoughts beforehand. Even when you got to your dorm and sat down at your desk, your mind was still focused on the stranger’s features.

You blushed lightly, remembering the way his eyes crinkled ever-so-slightly when he smiled. Here you were, downright giddy at the thought of him, while he probably didn’t even spare you a second glance. Such is life, though, she said to herself.

You woke up the next morning, almost dreading going to your classes. Your counselor advised you to take an economics class to help your marketing major. Side note: your parents chose your major for you and you had no say. What could you do, though? Your dad was a very well-respected board member at the college you were attending and was paying for your tuition. You couldn’t ‘let him down’ with your dreams of being a film-maker with a background in astronomy.

So here you were, standing outside of the math building, trudging along inside as you navigated through the various hallways. You were already ten minutes late, but you weren’t too worried. In fact, you couldn’t give any less of a shit if you didn’t show up at all. Do this for dad, not yourself. Sighing for the hundredth time this morning, you yanked open the door to your economics class, trying not to feel small as everyone’s eyes suddenly averted to you. You scanned over the students in the room, seeing if anyone looked familiar. You couldn’t recognize a single face, that is until you looked in the corner of the room and saw a familiar boy with orange hair that swept across his forehead.

Maybe your luck was finally catching up to you, you thought to yourself. You subconsciously smiled as you entered the classroom completely, dropping the transfer paper on the professor’s desk. “You’re lucky, we’ve got one seat left.” He gestured to the right side of the classroom. Luck strikes again: your seat was right in front of the incredibly cute boy you had bumped into the previous night.

Weaving your way through the rows of students, you subconsciously made an effort to make yourself not look like a complete idiot as you had a reputation of being clumsy. Despite your best efforts, you managed to continuously kick other students’ belongings as you whispered a frantic ‘sorry’ to each one, knowing you were already off to a bad start. Sitting down, you thanked God himself that you weren’t placed right next to the boy, knowing he would be able to see your crimson cheeks.

Hoseok did a double take when you walked into the room. For a moment, he couldn’t recall where he’d seen you before, because it was so brief. But then he remembered - you were the girl he’d bumped into last night and thought about for a good thirty minutes after. Was this some kind of luck catching up to him now? He didn’t question it too much, only thought that he was grateful for a second run-in with you.

He found it really cute when you kept tripping over backpacks and such, and couldn’t help but chuckle. He saw your cheeks turn bright red as you sat down, trying to hide yourself. For the remainder of class, Hoseok couldn’t focus, all he could do was stare at the back of your head and watch all your mannerisms. The way you tapped your pencil while waiting for more notes to be put on the screen. The way you moved your hair out of your face every so often. Even the way you avoided eye contact with the professor when he asked the class a question. He was so intrigued by you and he didn’t know why.

At the end of the class, you were in such a hurry to go back to your dorm, that you managed to leave your journal at your seat. You didn’t notice, of course, but when someone tapped on your shoulder, you flinched as you turned around.

“You forgot this.” Hoseok offered a half smile as he noticed the irony of the situation - last night you were giving him back his notebook, and now he was doing the same for you.

You stuttered like a fool as you awkwardly smiled at him. “T-Thanks.” You managed to calm your nerves a little bit as he smiled more at you. It was almost calming, the way he looked at you. “You’re in economics,” You started, taking a pause. Hurry up and talk, idiot, obviously he knows he’s in economics! “What, um, is your major?”

“Marketing,” Hoseok shrugged. “Super interesting, I know.” He sighed once, watching you listen to him. “You?”

“Me too. It’s not exactly what I wanted to do, but… Things happened.” You answered bluntly, not wanting to go into too much depth to a stranger who wouldn’t really care too much.

Hoseok nodded, unsure of what to say next. An introduction might be in order if he planned on getting to know you better, which he did. “I’m Hoseok,” He started, putting his hand out for an overdue handshake.

You met your hand with his. “Y/N,”

“Well, welcome to economics.” He nodded once more before saying goodbye to you, continuously reminding himself not to go too fast and ask you out before he knew anything about you, even though he wanted to. He really, really wanted to.

As he turned his foot to walk off, you quickly caught up to him and reached for his arm. “Wait!” He turned around and you held your phone out to him with the new contact application out. “Do you think you could help me catch up in the course a little bit? It’s just that I just joined and I’m already really behind, and I don’t really know anyone else. Plus, no one else in that class seems nearly as friendly as you.”

The universe really was doing him a solid in this situation, he thought to himself. Hoseok nodded and smiled simultaneously as he took the phone from your hand. “Yeah, of course.” He handed it back to you after that. “See you around, Y/N!”

Later that night, all the guys agreed to get together to write their next edition of Hoseok’s best-seller. When they all met up in Jimin and Jungkook’s room, Hoseok took note that Jimin seemed particular pissy this evening. “Everything alright?” Hoseok called out, turning his head to him.

“Everything’s peachy, what’s it to you?” Jimin answered, barely flicking his eyes up to face Hoseok. Hoseok took out the journal again, as if to take notes on the situation. “It’s nothing you can analyze, dude.”

“I bet it is. Tell us about it.”

“I saw my ex with her new boyfriend. Or maybe it wasn’t her boyfriend. It was a new guy and I can’t stop thinking about it. No big deal.” Hoseok rolled his eyes at Jimin and waited for him to start his story, knowing there was more to it. Sighing, Jimin sat back in his chair.

“Why are you lying to me, again!?” Jimin was furious. He knew for a fact that his girlfriend of four months had been cheating on him, there was no way that he was wrong about it. “Just tell me the truth, Sujin!”

All Sujin did was deny, deny, deny, but there had to be more to it. “How many times to I have to tell you that there is nothing going on between me and him!” She started, running her hands through her hair as she was very much annoyed now. “Or anyone else for that matter, except for you!”

“Are you even with me, though? That’s a good question, Sujin!” Jimin was almost hysterical at this point. Though he’d let his jealousy get to him in the past, he knew he was right about this. He knew that his girlfriend was cheating on him with a frat boy she’d been talking to. “If you tell me the truth, I won’t get mad. Please, just tell me what’s going on.” That was a half lie, he was definitely going to get mad. He was already mad.

“Oh my fucking god, Jimin.” She answered, banging her hand on the table once. “I already did tell you the truth! I love you Jimin. Why can’t you believe me?”

And then Jimin was silent. He sat with a straight face, offering a shrug once, as if remembering what happened wasn’t hurting him. “So… What happened next?” Hoseok asked, with an eyebrow raised and his pen to the paper.

“Nothing. She left.” Jimin looked at the ground. Yes, he missed her of course, but that wasn’t what hurt the most. “I was wrong, too.”

“About what?” Namjoon interjected, actually interested in the story. He didn’t even know that Jimin had ever had a girlfriend before; he’d never talked about her.

“She didn’t ever cheat on me.”

3. DON’T be insecure. Trust is the most important part of being in a relationship. Don’t accuse her.

[uta-no-knb]

Scenario: Akashi & musician!s/o rarely gets to see each other, since both studies in different high schools. One day, Akashi gets worried because he can't contact her at all, so he goes to her house but her parents says she's still at school. It's late at night. Akashi's worried, so he rushes to s/o's school and go to the first place he can think of; the music room - only to find his s/o on the floor, crying her eyes out because she's so stressed (she needs to compose a song for a project)

Oooh! I’m going to love this one!! I get to use a bit of my music degree…..maybe it wasn’t a waste of $40 grand…who am I fucking kidding, it was -_-. 

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this! I changed it a bit if that’s alright….and it will be a crossover…Yes, admin-chan has been re-drawn into the world of an anime that she has neglected for a few years.

I had waaaay to much fun with this one…..I love crossovers. This is very long, so most of it is under the cut

“’Sup! It’s (F/N)! If you’re hearing this, I’m either unavailable, practicing, or busy playing pranks on my boyfriend. Anyway, please leave a message and I”ll get back to you as soon as I can. Bye!”

“(F/N), this is Seijuro again. Just making sure that you’re alright…This is the tenth message I’ve left you and I haven’t heard back from you for a few days. I’m worried, my empress. Please call me back. Also, change this voice mail, it’s childish.”

“No luck?” a voice said from behind the red-head, watching as the redhead closed his phone.

Akashi let out a sigh and turned to face the owner of the voice. “No, Hayama.”

“How long has it been since you’ve last heard from her, Sei-chan?”

“A few weeks,” he replied, putting his phone back in his bag before turning to face his seniors.

“Then why not go to her place and ask her parents?” a monotone voice said, grabbing the attention of the four underclassmen.

“She lives all the way in Tokyo-”

“Take your jet,” Mayuzumi replied, chucking a basketball straight at his captain’s head, which he dodged.

“Mayuzumi!” Reo exclaimed, as Akashi tossed the ball back to the third year.

“I’m going to go ahead and pretend I didn’t see that,” he growled as he grabbed his bag. “Mibuchi, you’re in charge of practice.” His red eyes connected with Reo’s and he gave a nod, as he watched the red head disappear through the doors.

“Mayu-chan! Run ten laps around the school.”

“Haaa?”

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“Akashi-kun?” a soft voice said, stopping the redhead in his tracks. Turning around, his eyes connected with turquoise ones.

“Kuroko,” he said, fulling turning around and acknowledging the former shadow, “And Kagami.”

“What are you doing here all the way from Kyoto?”

Something clicked inside Akashi and his eyes hardened. “(F/N). Have you heard from her?”

“We were hoping you had,” Kagami said, as he took another bite from the many Magi Burgers in his hands. “We were on the way to her house to make sure she’s alright.”

KUroko nodded in response and started walking in the direction of their female companion’s place. “Then lets get going,”

After a few minutes of catching up-and Kagami glaring at the short redhead-the trio had reached their destination.

ONce they were in front of the door, Akashi knocked and the three of them waited for the door to open.

“Oh, Akashi-kun, Kuroko-kun, Kagami-kun. What brings you three here?” your mom asked, as she opened the door.

“Is F/N alright? We haven’t heard from her in weeks,” AKashi said, trying his hardest to keep calm.

“She’s fine,” your mom said with a smile. “She’s just been very busy with a music project.”

“…So she’s at school then?” Kagami asked, with his mouth full of food.

“Kagami-kun, it’s rude for you to chew with your mouth opened,” Kuroko said, elbowing the male in the ribs.

“She didn’t tell you?” your mom asked, with a raised eyebrow. “She doesn’t go to Seirin anymore.”

The three males stared at her in shocked.

“What do you mean she doesn’t attend Seirin anymore?”

“….Just like I said, Bakagami,” your mom started, getting an annoyed reaction out of the ombre haired redhead. “She transferred schools.” She paused and looked at Akashi. “I’m surprised she didn’t tell you guys.”

“Where does she go?” Akashi demanded, as his hands clenched into fists.

“She’s a part of the Saotome Master Course-” Before your mom could finish her explanation, Akashi bolted, and began researching the location of this “master course” that you were apart of.

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“I’m such an idiot,” you muttered, as you rested your head against the piano lid. “Why did I agree to this?”

~~Flashback~~

“Are you sure this is alright, (F/N)-chan?” A weak voice said, the owner of the voice buried under the covers. “I feel bad.”

“It’s fine, Haru-chan,” you replied, the smile you had on your face immedietly switching to a frown. “And besides, this is what you get for overworking yourself. Geez, you didn’t even realize you were sick.”

“I’m sorry,” she sneezed, grabbing a tissue from her nightstand.

“LIke I said, it’s fine. Besides, I would kill to have 11 guys fawn over me,” you chuckled, “You’re a lucky girl, Haru-chan.”

“But you have a boyfriend-”

“…True, but you get to see these guys everyday,” you mumbled, walking towards her desk. “Is this the song?” You held up a stack of papers and started reading them.

“Yea. I need it for seven voices-”

“It’s good. This should be easy-”

“But you don’t know the guys-”

“Haruka, my boyfriend was the captain for 6 basketball prodigies….if anything, your boys are just like them.” You started walking towards the door and turned to face the bed ridden female. “Just relax and let me take care of this.”

~~End Flashback~~

You face-palmed as the flashback ended. “Oh, right…Why am I such a nice person?” you whined as you faced the music in front of you. “Okay, I will finish this!!”

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“…This is the place?” Akashi questioned, as he took in the building in front of him. Taking one more look at the piece of paper in his hands, he opened the door and started walking in the direction he believes you were in.

He paused when he heard the sounds of sobs coming from one of the rooms and he immedietly knew who was the owner was.

Without knocking, he bolted into the room and immedietly brought the person into an embrace, stroking their back as they continued to cry.

“S-Sei-chan?” (F/N) said looking at the person who currently had their arms around her. “H-How did you find me-”

“Do you have any idea how worried I was about you?” he said in a hushed voice, nuzzling his head into her shoulder. “And it doesn’t matter. You’re alright.” He put some distance between you two and looked you over, to make sure that you were indeed unharmed. “Why were you crying, love?”

“My friend fell sick and she has to finish composing this song for a band that she helped debut,” you paused so you could wipe the tears from your eyes, “and I offered to help finish it, but there isn’t enough time for the competition they are singing this for. And-I’m stumped. I don’t think I can do it. And I’m going to let them down and when they lose, they’ll have to disband and-”

Akashi silenced your rant by planting a kiss on your lips. “Calm down, (F/N),” he hushed, tilting your chin up to look into your eyes. “If there’s one thing I know about you is that you’re passionate about music-even though you won’t pursue it in college,” he paused as he let out a slight chuckle. “You can do anything you put your mind too and tht’s one of the many things I love about you.”

“Sei-chan,” you whimpered, nuzzling your face into his chest. “Thank you.” With one last sniffle, you got up and headed back over to the piano. “I think I figured it out.”

“Did you now?” Akashi asked, as he walked up behind you.

“Haru-chan has it in an ABCAC arrangement,” you started as you grabbed your pencil and started writing notes down. “So to bring it to an amazing close, I should make it DAC and - DONE!”

You lept off the piano bench and hugged your boyfriend.

“I told you that you could do it,” he chuckled, kissing the top of your head.

“THank you, Sei-chan.”

“You’re still in trouble though,” he said, his voice taking a darker tone.

“Eh!? What did I do?!”

“You transferred without me knowing about it and ignored all of my phonecalls to make sure you were alright.”

“Oh, that’s Syo’s fault. While trying to run away from his roommate, he tackled me into the fountain. My phone got wet and…yea; I’ve been without a phone.”

“I see,” he replied, as he grabbed your hand and grabbed the sheetmusic in the other. “Let’s go get this to your friend, right?”

“Yes!”

~~Time Skip: After the UtaPri Awards~~~~

“Congrats on a job well done!” you said, as you approached Haruka backstage, before she got tackled by her band. “That song was amazing!”

“I couldn’t have done it without your help, (F/N). I can’t thank you enough for helping finish the song.”

“It was no problem-”

“You ready to go, (F/N)?” Akashi said, as he approached the two of you.

“Your boyfriend is handsome, (F/N),” she said with a smile. “Hi, I’m Nanami Haruka.”

“Akashi Seijuro,” he replied, accepting her outstretched hand. “You wrote an amazing piece.”

“T-thank you,” she stuttered, looking away.

Suddenly a chorus of ‘Nanami’s’ and ‘Haru-chans’ echoed through the hallway. Looking over her shoulder, both teens saw the band STARISH approaching them at a fast pace.

“NANAMI!!” an overly excited red-head exclaimed, tightly hugging the female composer.  “We did it!” His eyes turned over to the other two teenagers. “Who are they?”

“Ah, my friend (L/N) (F/N) and her boyfriend, Akashi Seijuro.”

“Ah! I’m Ittoki Ootoya! Nice to meet you!”

“EEEHHH!? She’s the one who finished your song?!” a short blond said, with a smile on his face.

“It was Haruka’s work. I just followed what was already written there.”

“It was still a good way to end the piece,” another member of the band said, this one with orange hair.

One by one, each of the band members introduced themselves.

Shinomiya NatsukiIchinose TokiyaAijima CecilJinguji RenKurusu SyoIttoki OotoyaHijirikawa Masato

“On behalf of Starish, we can’t thank you enough for your help,” Tokiya said with a smile on his face.

“It was no problem I guess-” You paused as you heard a light chuckle come from your boyfriend, which not only grabbed your attention, but the 8 other people in the room.

“Sei-chan? What’s so funny?” you asked, which grabbed the attention of the others in the room.

“I don’t mean to laugh,” he paused to try to hold back his laughter as his eyes made contact with Syo, “But I can’t believe there’s someone shorter than you are, (F/N).”

“HAAA?! WHAT DID YOU SAY” he growled, “I’M NOT SHORT!” about to attack the red-head.

“Yes you aren Ochibi-chan.”

“ARGH! LAY OFF, YOU BASTARDS!!”

You couldn’t help but laugh; you could tell this would be the start of a fun friendship.

Woah…this was long. You can listen to the song HERE

If you couldn’t tell which anime this is a crossover from, its Uta no Prince-Sama, so I obviously don’t own the song (psst…it was Maji Love: 2000%).

I’ve been working on this for…..10 hours straight and I’m tired so I’ll add more authors notes after a good night’s rest.

[evnoweb]

Music, Academics, and Keyboarding–Transferrable Skills

Dr. Bill Morgan is a frequent contributer to Ask a Tech Teacher. Today, he is sharing his experience and research on how keyboarding skills benefit other topics I found this every interesting:

Finger Dexterity

Transferable Keyboarding Skills

Dr. Bill Morgan, Ph.D.

“How do you play the piano as well as you do?” someone in the choir asked me last Sunday. The choir director had apologized as he handed me an arrangement that I had never seen before, saying, “I should have given this to you earlier.” I reassured him, “If you pick ‘em I’ll play ‘em.” I have learned to play not only all of the hymns in the book but most choir arrangements, as well. 

I have since reflected on how I had accompanied school choirs and solo ensemble students from both the band and the choir while I was still attending high school. As I was playing a Beethoven sonata my piano teacher praised the amount of practice that I had put in that week, but the truth was I had only warmed up for an hour before the lesson. While attending a junior college I was paid to accompany a choir while taking the class for credit.

What was it that enabled me to sight read piano music? Something more than the fact that my mother started teaching me, in our home, at age six. While teaching piano students as young as four and as advanced in years as 84, I teach more than just the names of the notes. I encourage my students to practice more than the scales with correct fingering.

Have you ever read or heard the claim that musical instrument students excel in academics? The skill of reading musical symbols from left to right and from top to bottom on each page at an early age helps students learn to read pages in books from left to right. Math skills are also used as we turn the pages in a book.

But, it has to be more than counting numbers and the discipline that comes from daily practice. We don’t just teach and model the correct fingering. We don’t just demonstrate the time signature and number of beats per measure. Our students also learn the distance between the notes, which musicians call “intervals.” Intervals are defined by piano teachers as the number of keys skipped from one key to the next, plus two. For example, as we stretch our fingers to play an octave, from “middle C” up or down to the next C, we count both C keys and the six in between. “Just like an octopus has eight legs,” I tell my young pianists, “an octave has eight keys.”

This morning, before school, I was teaching three brothers in the same family. The youngest child was learning the name of each key, A through G, but the middle child was learning intervals. “When I put my right thumb on C and then use my second finger on D, what interval is that?” He correctly answered “a second.” I praised him and then asked, “when I put my right thumb on C and my third finger on E, what interval is that?” We repeated the question and answer series for fourth and fifth fingers, then extended to sixth and seventh intervals.

That might have been how I developed sight reading skills while accompanying soloists and choirs. I was subliminally applying math skills to guide my fingers across intervals of keys on the piano keyboard. I knew the location of the starting note, whether in the Treble or the Bass Clef. I also recognized the intervals in the music, as I explained to my student this morning: “Moving from line to space or space to line has to be an even number; second, fourth, sixth, or eighth.” I then pointed out that line to line or space to space is an odd number: “third, fifth, or seventh.” Eureka! I was teaching math along with music.

When we first teach phonics to early readers, we tell them to “sound it out.” We then teach “sight words” that break the rules of phonics. When “good readers” read aloud they read ahead of the words to be pronounced, so as to add voice inflection and correct pronunciation to the read aloud presentation.

As I trained my daughter to turn pages for me, at the piano, I asked her to turn a full measure before I reached the bottom of the page. I was actually reading ahead one measure and momentarily memorizing the upcoming notes. I had to see the first measure on the next page before the soloist or choir got there.

We might also do that for our computer literacy students learning to take dictation. Words that sound the same might change spelling in context; for example, “to, too, or too” and “their, there or they’re.” When editing we can also run-on sentences by adding punctuation.

The Transfer of Skills

How, then, does finger dexterity transfer from piano keyboarding to computer literacy? When teaching computer keyboarding skills to novice computer students, we begin by asking them to line their fingertips up on the “Home Row,” which includes “A S D F�� for the left hand fingers and “J K L semicolon” for the left hand. We train our fingers one at a time on each key: “AAA SSS DDD FFF” and so on, then practice reaching up and curling down to the keys on the top and bottom rows of the keyboard. 

We train our fingers using repetition to develop muscle memory and automaticity. Dexterity is a word we use to describe eye hand coordination. Over time we learn to combine keystrokes as we spell words and form them into sentences, adding punctuation. The letters appear as we type them, in the same direction that we read English, from left to right and from top to bottom on the monitor.

“Keep your eyes on the copy,” we were told in our business typing classes in the 1970s. Do we still do that, or do we encourage our students to compose freestyle, “at the speed of thought,” while looking at the words on the computer monitor. If, as we so often do when texting on a cell phone, we look down at the keyboard and then up at the monitor, it slows us down. The same occurs when piano players look down at the keyboard and back up to the sheet music. 

Louis Hanon became famous for designing piano exercises that train fingers using intervals. Someone out there might be teaching intervals, like the distance between letters, on computer keyboards. I did that, once in a college programming class. I wrote the code to move a LOGO turtle from A to B and from B to C on a QWERTY style keyboard layout. There are two sets of three letters in alphabetical order on the “home row” of letters. Do you see them? F G H and J K L. Do you also see sets of two letters in alphabetical order? Letter keys N and M are in order from left to right, near the space bar. Letter keys O and P are in order from right to left. Then there is that separation of P and Q, perhaps because the type setters who designed the QWERTY keyboard had to pay close attention to the lower case p’s and q’s, which could be easily reversed.

My LOGO turtle navigated those letters with ease. The turtle also stamped the odd numbers along the row of number keys above the top row of letters: 1 3 5 7 9 with two steps between stamps similar to intervals. It then turned around and stamped 8 6 4 2 with similar intervals. This reminded me of a hopscotch game we played on our elementary playground in the 1960s.

Here is the SMART car that I drive between homes while teaching piano lessons. Do you see the QWERTY Island Keys map on the front of the car? I have actually seen kids in parking lots stop to poke the letters with their fingers resting on the home row, until their parents called them away.

Author bio:

“Dr. Bill” claims that he will never be retired, “just retreaded.” As Chief Education Officer and Instructional Designer of the Institute for the Keyboarding Arts, he is interested in ways that piano keyboard pedagogy transfers skills to computer keyboard instruction and vice versa. A former multiple subject public school teacher, Bill travels to more than 30 homes each week to teach students using their own piano keyboards. During summer community education workshops he teaches children the patterns that are found on QWERTY keyboards, using music and movement. Learn more by following this link: https://www.teacherspayteachers.com/Store/Keyboarding-Arts-Inc

More on Keyboarding

5 (free) Keyboarding Posters to Mainstream Tech Ed

A Conversation about Keyboarding, Methods, Pedagogy, and More

Tech Ed Resources–K-8 Keyboard Curriculum

Jacqui Murray has been teaching K-18 technology for 30 years. She is the editor/author of over a hundred tech ed resources including a K-12 technology curriculum, K-8 keyboard curriculum, K-8 Digital Citizenship curriculum. She is an adjunct professor in tech ed, Master Teacher, webmaster for four blogs, an Amazon Vine Voice, CSTA presentation reviewer, freelance journalist on tech ed topics, contributor to NEA Today, and author of the tech thrillers, To Hunt a Sub and Twenty-four Days. You can find her resources at Structured Learning.

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Music, Academics, and Keyboarding–Transferrable Skills

Dr. Bill Morgan is a frequent contributer to Ask a Tech Teacher. Today, he is sharing his experience and research on how keyboarding skills benefit other topics I found this every interesting:

Finger Dexterity

Transferable Keyboarding Skills

Dr. Bill Morgan, Ph.D.

“How do you play the piano as well as you do?” someone in the choir asked me last Sunday. The choir director had apologized as he handed me an arrangement that I had never seen before, saying, “I should have given this to you earlier.” I reassured him, “If you pick ‘em I’ll play ‘em.” I have learned to play not only all of the hymns in the book but most choir arrangements, as well. 

I have since reflected on how I had accompanied school choirs and solo ensemble students from both the band and the choir while I was still attending high school. As I was playing a Beethoven sonata my piano teacher praised the amount of practice that I had put in that week, but the truth was I had only warmed up for an hour before the lesson. While attending a junior college I was paid to accompany a choir while taking the class for credit.

What was it that enabled me to sight read piano music? Something more than the fact that my mother started teaching me, in our home, at age six. While teaching piano students as young as four and as advanced in years as 84, I teach more than just the names of the notes. I encourage my students to practice more than the scales with correct fingering.

Have you ever read or heard the claim that musical instrument students excel in academics? The skill of reading musical symbols from left to right and from top to bottom on each page at an early age helps students learn to read pages in books from left to right. Math skills are also used as we turn the pages in a book.

But, it has to be more than counting numbers and the discipline that comes from daily practice. We don’t just teach and model the correct fingering. We don’t just demonstrate the time signature and number of beats per measure. Our students also learn the distance between the notes, which musicians call “intervals.” Intervals are defined by piano teachers as the number of keys skipped from one key to the next, plus two. For example, as we stretch our fingers to play an octave, from “middle C” up or down to the next C, we count both C keys and the six in between. “Just like an octopus has eight legs,” I tell my young pianists, “an octave has eight keys.”

This morning, before school, I was teaching three brothers in the same family. The youngest child was learning the name of each key, A through G, but the middle child was learning intervals. “When I put my right thumb on C and then use my second finger on D, what interval is that?” He correctly answered “a second.” I praised him and then asked, “when I put my right thumb on C and my third finger on E, what interval is that?” We repeated the question and answer series for fourth and fifth fingers, then extended to sixth and seventh intervals.

That might have been how I developed sight reading skills while accompanying soloists and choirs. I was subliminally applying math skills to guide my fingers across intervals of keys on the piano keyboard. I knew the location of the starting note, whether in the Treble or the Bass Clef. I also recognized the intervals in the music, as I explained to my student this morning: “Moving from line to space or space to line has to be an even number; second, fourth, sixth, or eighth.” I then pointed out that line to line or space to space is an odd number: “third, fifth, or seventh.” Eureka! I was teaching math along with music.

When we first teach phonics to early readers, we tell them to “sound it out.” We then teach “sight words” that break the rules of phonics. When “good readers” read aloud they read ahead of the words to be pronounced, so as to add voice inflection and correct pronunciation to the read aloud presentation.

As I trained my daughter to turn pages for me, at the piano, I asked her to turn a full measure before I reached the bottom of the page. I was actually reading ahead one measure and momentarily memorizing the upcoming notes. I had to see the first measure on the next page before the soloist or choir got there.

We might also do that for our computer literacy students learning to take dictation. Words that sound the same might change spelling in context; for example, “to, too, or too” and “their, there or they’re.” When editing we can also run-on sentences by adding punctuation.

The Transfer of Skills

How, then, does finger dexterity transfer from piano keyboarding to computer literacy? When teaching computer keyboarding skills to novice computer students, we begin by asking them to line their fingertips up on the “Home Row,” which includes “A S D F” for the left hand fingers and “J K L semicolon” for the left hand. We train our fingers one at a time on each key: “AAA SSS DDD FFF” and so on, then practice reaching up and curling down to the keys on the top and bottom rows of the keyboard. 

We train our fingers using repetition to develop muscle memory and automaticity. Dexterity is a word we use to describe eye hand coordination. Over time we learn to combine keystrokes as we spell words and form them into sentences, adding punctuation. The letters appear as we type them, in the same direction that we read English, from left to right and from top to bottom on the monitor.

“Keep your eyes on the copy,” we were told in our business typing classes in the 1970s. Do we still do that, or do we encourage our students to compose freestyle, “at the speed of thought,” while looking at the words on the computer monitor. If, as we so often do when texting on a cell phone, we look down at the keyboard and then up at the monitor, it slows us down. The same occurs when piano players look down at the keyboard and back up to the sheet music. 

Louis Hanon became famous for designing piano exercises that train fingers using intervals. Someone out there might be teaching intervals, like the distance between letters, on computer keyboards. I did that, once in a college programming class. I wrote the code to move a LOGO turtle from A to B and from B to C on a QWERTY style keyboard layout. There are two sets of three letters in alphabetical order on the “home row” of letters. Do you see them? F G H and J K L. Do you also see sets of two letters in alphabetical order? Letter keys N and M are in order from left to right, near the space bar. Letter keys O and P are in order from right to left. Then there is that separation of P and Q, perhaps because the type setters who designed the QWERTY keyboard had to pay close attention to the lower case p’s and q’s, which could be easily reversed.

My LOGO turtle navigated those letters with ease. The turtle also stamped the odd numbers along the row of number keys above the top row of letters: 1 3 5 7 9 with two steps between stamps similar to intervals. It then turned around and stamped 8 6 4 2 with similar intervals. This reminded me of a hopscotch game we played on our elementary playground in the 1960s.

Here is the SMART car that I drive between homes while teaching piano lessons. Do you see the QWERTY Island Keys map on the front of the car? I have actually seen kids in parking lots stop to poke the letters with their fingers resting on the home row, until their parents called them away.

Author bio:

“Dr. Bill” claims that he will never be retired, “just retreaded.” As Chief Education Officer and Instructional Designer of the Institute for the Keyboarding Arts, he is interested in ways that piano keyboard pedagogy transfers skills to computer keyboard instruction and vice versa. A former multiple subject public school teacher, Bill travels to more than 30 homes each week to teach students using their own piano keyboards. During summer community education workshops he teaches children the patterns that are found on QWERTY keyboards, using music and movement. Learn more by following this link: https://www.teacherspayteachers.com/Store/Keyboarding-Arts-Inc

More on Keyboarding

5 (free) Keyboarding Posters to Mainstream Tech Ed

A Conversation about Keyboarding, Methods, Pedagogy, and More

Tech Ed Resources–K-8 Keyboard Curriculum

Jacqui Murray has been teaching K-18 technology for 30 years. She is the editor/author of over a hundred tech ed resources including a K-12 technology curriculum, K-8 keyboard curriculum, K-8 Digital Citizenship curriculum. She is an adjunct professor in tech ed, Master Teacher, webmaster for four blogs, an Amazon Vine Voice, CSTA presentation reviewer, freelance journalist on tech ed topics, contributor to NEA Today, and author of the tech thrillers, To Hunt a Sub and Twenty-four Days. You can find her resources at Structured Learning.

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Series: of Silver

Part 3

Attending a performing arts university, you’ve been managing just fine until the fall semester of your third year starts off by making out at a party only to realize the random guy was actually transfer Jeon Jeongguk, whom you had previously agreed to help get used to the city.

Pairing(s):

Jeon Jeongguk x Y/N

Below the cut is a written scene from the story, but you don’t need to read it to follow the plot for the fake texts portions!

masterlist link is in blog description

disclaimer: any character depicted do not represent the actual personality of the respected idol in real life.

Warning(s)/genre(s): College!au, fluff, developing relationship, love triangle(s)??, some angst/drama here and there– Jeongguk has a dog this series isn’t allowed to be too tragic.

Tag(s): @butterflylion @rjsmochii (if you would like to be tagged send me an ask to let me know!)

If you enjoy, let me know!! : )

set after the events of this chapter.

wc: 886

warning(s): none

The pinks in the horizon were mostly tucked in at this point, replaced by the moon’s gleam. Your head was shifted towards it, but thoughts centered to a rough idea of a first person perspective camera style for the project due at the beginning of next month with Namjoon. Maybe the idea wouldn’t lend itself well to a professional appearance, but given the imaginary audience was supposed to be those viewing the college website, it could work more as a student’s view of the building-

“You still have your backpack?” Jeongguk came from right of the bench, jolting you from your stupor with suddenly rigid posture as you sat. “Didn’t your last class get out at like four?” 

“Yeah, but I never ended up going back to my dorm.” You explained, gripping the worn handle as you stood. “It can be considered my exercise for the day,” He scoffed lightly, smiling. “Besides I told you it was a study spot, why wouldn’t you bring your backpack too?” With the strap of the backpack settling onto your shoulder, you also used the join as a gesture to begin walking in the opposite direction he came from. 

“I don’t really have a lot of book kind of studying. Practically all of my homework I need a computer for.” 

“So this isn’t the best place to show you then, huh?” “No,” He shrugged, hands reading to adjust his bangs from his vision. “Who wouldn’t want a quiet place to get away to sometime?” You ignored your shoulders finally relaxing as he supported your endeavor. Instead, you came to a stop at an intersection, watching cars speed along to get home or wherever. 

“Yeah, when I think about it, I really just watch YouTube there rather than study.” You said as you recalled just then how much of your homework also required computers with an incredible amount of memory. “They just have really good hot chocolate.” 

“That’s reason enough to go then.” 

Jeongguk ended up picking their hot honey chocolate after staring at the menu for around three minutes. You internally attempted persuasion with your skin not to redden as he chuckled at your mention to the barista that you would like extra whipped cream. 

“Their whipped cream is also really good,” You mentioned despite both of you witnessing the bottle of Readiwhip in the hand of another worker topping someone’s drink. “You don’t even know.” 

He nodded, staring at the can as it was turned upside down to spray out the sugary white treasure to you. “Yeah, mom’s always bought a different brand, so I really wouldn’t know.” 

You huffed as you turned to find the two of you a table. Jeongguk smiled as he followed, only hearing the barista call out a random name as you went to an empty table against the window. 

“Listen, I’ll be honest with you about why I asked you to come with me here tonight,” You started, watching with a calm gaze as Jeongguk stopped getting comfortable in the small armchair and look at you with new curiosity. “I want to see a picture of your dog-”

“What-” He laughed, unable to stop his head shaking at your ability to maintain a solemn expression as you spoke. “My dog.” He still chuckled while reaching for his phone. “Makes sense— you already professed your love for him after all.” 

“Because he’s adorable,” You nodded, arms crossing on the table so you could lean forward with stability. “I already know; don’t ask how.” Jeongguk’s lips curled as he searched through any of the hundreds of pictures he could’ve shown you.

“He is, you’re right.” He watched as you took the phone from his hands when he began to hand it to you. At your near instant coo at the picture of a golden retriever puppy whose tongue was hanging happily when his owner took the picture, Jeongguk just tapped his index finger against the empty table, slowly. Then a softer smile as you mumbled something about Gold being the cutest puppy. “So now that you’ve seen him you’re going to kick me out of here?” 

You giggled, causing Jeongguk’s finger to cease tapping. Then the appendage curled back as you glanced up at his eyes. “No, I’ll just run off with the pictures.” You smiled placing the phone back on the table, not taking note of Jeongguk’s pause before he took it back. “I really did bring you here, because it’s nice to get away from college sometimes.” 

Jeongguk watched in silent curiosity as your head turned toward the counter. You looked to see how far along were your drinks. Your voice seemed smaller. 

“Besides,” You continued, facing Jeongguk again. He remained attentive. “Their hot chocolate really is amazing.” 

He considered how you would’ve happened upon this place in the first place. You already mentioned that you knew it was oddly situated— on the second floor of a bookstore, and only accessible through the stairs in said bookstore’s fifth aisle: hobbies— but you never said why you went going into a random bookstore four blocks from campus. Jeongguk released his phone back onto the table, face down. 

“Are you sure that it’s not the whipped cream?” He asked before you were able to look out the window. You laughed shortly, then shrugged, 

“You’ll see.”