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bangtansmauyeondan · 2 years ago

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MIDNIGHT’S MINUET | Part 19 - More Than Enough

Pairing: Yoongi x Fem Reader

Genre: Strangers to Enemies to Friends to ???, social media au, chef au, musician au, slow burn, fluff, implied smut, angst, slight crack, and drama.

Summary: While gallivanting around the world pursuing his love for music and architecture, Yoongi was forced to come back home when Seokjin, his older brother, asked him for help to run the family business. Having been born with a silver spoon, Yoongi longed for a bit of normalcy and independence; hence, agreeing with Seokjin’s request didn’t come without any of his own conditions— first, he’s going to oversee the hotel’s kitchen; second, he’s gonna let him live a normal life— no luxury cars, no high-rise building apartment, no special treatment. Yoongi was pleased that everything seemed to be going well with his return… until he met you, the roadblock to everything his brother has agreed to.

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PERMANENT TAGLIST: @highly-functioning-mitochondria @persphonesorchid @thatbangtanjagiya @jjwamaisvu @taestefully-in-luv @btsstan12 @bts-reveries @blog-name-idk @madbutgloriouspond @pamzn @wrmnssoul @ygbubs @halesandy

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Yoongi was already waiting outside of your door when you stepped out of your apartment. Dressed casually in jeans and a loose-fitting white shirt, you would think he just rolled out of bed. You did not even notice how his hair has grown over the weeks too, since you never really paid that much attention to him in the kitchen at work. But today, his hair touches his nape and it’s much more noticeable because of how the black beanie that he’s donning wore it down.

“How long have you been standing there?” you queried.

“Uh, a minute and probably 29 seconds,” he smiled shyly at you, eyes forming into crescents.

“Huh…” You smiled. “Funny. Let’s go?” You quirked your head towards the direction of the elevator.

Yoongi pressed his lips into a thin smile and stretched his arm out, like a butler leading you to walk ahead.

You stood in front of the elevator for a couple of minutes waiting awkwardly and silently. You felt like you could bore holes into the wall and the elevator plate because of how hard you were staring at it. Yoongi cleared his throat noticing the silence, “Did you know that 24 elevators at the ancient Roman Colosseum were manually operated by the force of over 200 slaves?” He stated monotonously. “Did you also know that the first elevator that had manual user control was installed in the New York Marriott?”

You looked at him studying his face, waiting for it to break into a smile. But he looked serious. Like spewing out random facts about elevators is something that he does regularly. You were almost tempted to sneakily shoot a text to your brother to ask if his friend has always been like this.

“Really?” You eyed him suspiciously. “If those are just random made-up shiz, I’m gonna be so mad at you again, Chef Min.” To your surprise, Yoongi started laughing – the kind that made his shoulders shake. “What’s so funny? Is that something you learned in culinary school?” You chuckled.

“No, I learned that on the streets, to be honest,” he nodded.

How? Why? How did he end up looking up facts about elevators?

At that moment, the elevator door pinged open and both of you stepped in. Thankfully, it was just the two of you inside the elevator so your conversation carried on.

“On the streets?”

“Yeah. Literally on the streets,” he slipped his hands in his pockets and leaned into the corner. “One time, we were in the streets of Rome with my friends and we got lost. So to pass the time, we looked up random shit on the internet,” he continued. “Try looking up, ‘elevator facts’ and it will show you the results!”

Okay, you’ll keep that in mind and check if it’s for real later!

When you reached the fifth floor, a woman came in holding a gummy and drooly baby that’s probably around six-seven months old. The baby, facing you and Yoongi while slumped over her mother’s shoulder, cooed and smiled gummily at him. Yoongi scrunched up his nose and started making silly faces at the baby. The scene before you made you giggle. You giggled. You don’t giggle. Not even in the presence of Jungkook. You’re not like that. But here goes Yoongi, cooing at this little baby for not even a full minute and you were already giggling. You gotta admit, this guy’s quite the charmer.

Both Yoongi’s and the baby’s attention are on you right now. The mother even looked back and smiled at you, urging her baby to interact with you.

“She loves strangers,” she smiled politely. “I need to teach her well as she grows up.”

You and Yoongi exchanged glances before you decided to reach out and touch the baby’s small chubby hand. “Oh do you like talking to strangers, little girl? We need to work on that, you know? You can’t go around cooing and smiling at strangers.” The baby shrieked excitedly in response, making grabby hands at you. “Oh there she goes!”

Not even a beat later, they have already reached their floor and you've found yourself alone in the elevator with Yoongi again. Not for long though, for the next ping signaled that you’re already at the lobby.

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Yoongi decided to skip POP Cafe this time and opted to go for a drive. There’s an artisan coffee shop on top of the hill that overlooks the bright lights of the city, and that was his chosen spot for this “coffee date” with you. Contrary to what he thought, the drive was not silent nor awkward. You seemed to genuinely relax and enjoy his presence now, unlike the past few weeks. However, you never really talked about yourselves. Your conversation revolved around the people around you – not in a gossipy kind of way – but more of the affectionate kind of way. Yoongi learned that Jimin visits you during Christmas and he stays until after New Years, and that he also visits you on your birthdays. No excuses. He also told you the funny things that Jin pulls and that Jihyo might be taking after him with all the little one’s shenanigans these days. It was an easy drive. Yoongi could tell that you didn’t even notice that you’re already pulling up to your destination until he actually slipped into the parking space.

The coffee shop is small and quaint, but the garden at the back is spacious with multiple tables spread out. A low black iron fence secured the area and the view that welcomed you when Yoongi led you to your table almost knocked the air out of your lungs. The city lights are soft and beautiful, you don’t mind sitting here all night sipping coffee and nibbling on something sweet.

“Should we order? I’m gonna have to order at the counter,” Yoongi asked. “Let me order for you?”

“Sure,” you smiled. “Are you a regular here? What should we get?”

“They make the best Vietnamese coffee here, I highly recommend it.”

“Well then, I’ll have a large one over ice.”

“Do you want cakes?”

You winced and Yoongi understood what that meant.

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You were staring at the view before you while mindlessly stirring your coffee with the straw. The sound that the glass straw makes against the ice cubes sounded nice. You heard Yoongi clear his throat. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah… I’m just… this is nice, no?”

“Yeah… I mean, the last two times we were at a coffee shop, we were ready to bite each other’s heads off.”

“Hey… First of all, you didn’t trust me. You’re such a bad judge of character!” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m sorry…” Yoongi smiled sheepishly.

“Nah, we’re cool,” you took a sip of coffee and drew in a sigh. “I’m just glad things are the way they are now.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“So… I have a question I’ve been dying to ask.” You grabbed your phone from your purse and pulled up a photo from your camera roll. “How come you did not give this to me?” You showed him the photo of the strawberry shortcake he– apparently– made for you, for your birthday. “I found this in the walk-in fridge and thought it was for a client, until Mina told me you baked it for me!”

Yoongi’s cheeks turned a few shades of pink. “Ayy, I lost confidence in my baking, I guess.”

“Are you kidding me!? It’s so good!” You gushed.

“... Jungkook has already baked you a birthday cake, so I–” Yoongi stuttered. “It’s just… I didn’t think you would like it. I got shy, I guess.”

“Min Yoongi, I loved it. You can never go wrong with fresh fruits and cake in my world.”

“Yeah?” Yoongi chuckled. “Well, I’m glad you liked it then.”

“I love that you didn’t make it too fancy, you know.”

“What do you mean fancy?” Yoongi feigned feeling offended.

“Like I didn’t hear you call okra seeds ‘okra caviar’ and meat loaf, a ‘mosaic,’” you scoffed. “You chefs are so fancy!”

“Yah…like you, pastry chefs do not have a thousand terms for cream puffs!” Yoongi teased you back. “Besides, I trained under Silver Spoon’s executive chef. He can call okra seeds anything he wants because he has three Michelin stars under his belt.”

“Okay, fair. I guess,” you giggled. Again? Damn it, YN.

“I like that.”

“You like what?” You’re confused.

“I like the sound of your laugh. I don’t hear it enough.” Yoongi pursed his lips in a thin smile while nodding, trying to get his point across. “You should let me hear it more.”

Now it’s your turn to get flustered. You felt the warmth spread across your cheeks and your neck at the sudden almost-compliment. You quickly looked around you, trying to find something that could distract you from the situation, and your eyes landed on a blonde woman, going about her business with her boyfriend (probably) sitting a few tables away from you.

“You know what would make me laugh more?” You asked cheekily.

Yoongi squinted at you, noting the mischievous glint in your eyes. “Tell me.”

“Whenever you try to wiggle away from our supermodel hotel guest!”

“Ughh.” Yoongi whined. “Yah… that’s not even funny!”

Both of you fell into fits of laughter at Jelena's expense. The poor woman was probably choking on her own spit right at that moment.

You didn’t even notice how fast the time flew by. You ended up ordering two more cups of coffee, some breadsticks, and cookies, skipping dinner entirely but not intentionally. Your evening with Yoongi was filled with stories and anecdotes, both from your personal and professional lives. You two were the exact polar opposites – how you were brought up, how you got into your respective careers, and in many more aspects. But there’s one thing you have in common that keeps you connected to each other, whether you intend to, or not – the fact that you are neighbors who enjoy playing the piano duet together.

That bond is more than enough.

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A/N - I hope you liked it! Btw, the baby in the elevator is Moonstruck’s Lily Sue. 🥺

#bangtansmauyeondan #yoongi midnight’s minuet #midnight’s minuet #yoongi x reader #yoongi imagines #bts yoongi au #yoongi au #bts fics #bts imagines #bts fanfics

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haechanniesunflowers · 4 years ago

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Y/N's reaction to them being ill after the break up

Notes: this is part 2 of the break up series (is it really a series? Idk man all I know is that mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell)

Warning(s): mentions of self-harming behavior, fainting, hospital, sickness, car accident

To read the break up part click here

Bang Chan

He regretted whatever he said but didn't have the heart to approach you first because he did you wrong by forgetting about the dates over and over again and now, you not being a phone call away was getting to him. So he did what he does best, buried himself in his work :') to forget about the break up. However he let things get out of hand, skipping meals and sleep. The boys didn't think much about it since he normally comes and goes when they're asleep or not at the dorms, anyway. Felix sensed something was wrong when Chan didn't respond to his texts, asking him if he wanted to go out for breakfast, lunch or dinner. He went to check up on him at his apartment, where he sometimes stayed when he didn't feel like coming to the dorms, but he wasn't there so he went straight to the studio. He finds Chan collapsed on the floor. "oh my God, hyung? Chan hyung?" he has Chan in his arms and calls their manager. Chan is hospitalized for dehydration, weakness and over-exhaustion. He doesn't gain complete consciousness, and keeps mumbling your name. Felix calls you to ask if everything is okay but to his surprise, you had no idea about what Chan had been upto for the past month. He meets up with you and you tell him what happened, he tells you about Chan's condition, making your already broken heart, break into finer pieces. You agree to see Chan and when you do, he's awake but looks like he's in a haze. You cry and take his hand in yours, he's attentive now and looks at you with wide eyes. "I'm so sorry" he says bitterly as he sobs. You kiss him "let's forget about it Chris, hmm?" you're both crying but happy to be reunited.

Lee Know

As much as he hates to admit it, he misses you so much. It hurts his pride because he put up a tough front but deep down he's longing for your touch. He's so sad about it and really hates himself for being ignorant and rude towards you, he takes it out on himself by dancing. All he does is practice dance routines everyday. His body is sore but he doesn't stop. With all the physical exercion he's doing, a sweet potato, an apple and salad won't make up for what his body demands. But does he listen to it? hell no. He keeps pushing himself to the edge, until one day, his body's like this ain't it bro and gives up on him. He's walking down the stairs with a bottle in his hand, feeling light headed and he collapses, falling down the stairs. Luckily (not really) Jisung hears his bottle fall on the staircase and goes to see if everything is alright. And everything is in fact not alright. He screams for help, the staff present on the floor all gathering around Lee Know's unconscious body. He's rushed to the hospital where their manager is told that he won't be able to walk or even sit up for a couple of weeks, oh and his right hand is dislocated from the fall. You see it on the news, and you can't stop yourself from going to him. He's laying, upset and angry at literally everything. He doesn't want the boys to see him, they completely understand and decide to give him space, telling him that they will always be here if he needs anything. But he needs you and they can't get you for him can they? They don't have to because you're already in his room, angry crying. "Minho I swear to God" he's really surprised, not expecting you to be here knowing that your pride is as big as his. "y/n you came!" "what have you done to yourself?" "it's really nothing, I just danced a bit too hard" "oh really, then explain that cast on your arm and not being able to sit up" "I fell down the stairs" "oh Minho, you're such a dunbass I know for a fact you haven't been taking care of yourself" "sshhhh please, I'm just glad you're here now" there's an awkward silence. You both say something and stop wanting the other to continue first. He starts "y/n I'm really embarrassed for acting the way I did, umm if you could give me another chance, I promise I..." no wait, he's not gonna repeat his mistakes again, making promises he can't keep. "I really really love you y/n, I feel like a fool sometimes when I absentmindedly think about you. I just want you to be around all the time, you make me happy" you blush at his words and squirm a little with your hands clasped "cute" he says and smirks. "I love you too Minho, I'm sorry for lashing out at you, I want us to be together again" he smiles warmly at you but in true Minho fashion, ruins the cute moment by saying "scratch the back of my knee for me please"

Changbin

He wasn't really ill, he just lost interest in things, not music though, that's his lifeline. The boys noticed that the only time he was not in the dorms was when he had a schedule or when he was busy with Chan and Jisung. Other than that he went straight to bed and didn't talk much. He gave up initiating a conversation, and only spoke when spoken to. Chan was growing increasingly concerned and asked him what was on his mind. He never gave a clear answer, always saying that he's tired or is not in the mood. But since he was behaving like this for almost a month now, it was beginning to effect his relationship with his members. Him and Lee Know would clash often, causing unrest among the group. Minho would always say that he was joking or that he wasn't even talking to him but Changbin was being aloof or rude to him and as his dongsaeng, it was wrong of him. One day Chan sat him down, "tell me what's up" "nothing" "this isn't the Changbin we know. Now I don't know if you've noticed or not and at this point I don't think you even care but whatever is going on with you is negatively effecting the team. If you don't want to talk about it then it's your choice but at least don't make things hard for the team. We can't work like this, this is our brotherhood and..." Chan stops talking when he sees tears in Changbin's eyes. "hyung..." he doesn't want to cry but he does, and reluctantly holds onto his arm "I miss y/n so much, I didn't know it would effect me this much God I'm so stupid. Why did I even talk back" he says, in sadness. Chan comforts him and tells him he'll do something about it. In any other situation, Changbin would've dealt with his problems himself but he trusted Chan and let him help. You got a phone call from Chan at work so you didn't pick up. If you trusted anyone in Stray Kids other than Changbin, it was Chan. So you make sure to call him back during your break and agree to meet with him at a small pastry shop. He tells you about Changbin and how it's effecting the team, making you concerned because that's not your Changbin. You call him later that day and he instantly picks up "hello y/n?" "hey uh how are you?" "I'm good" there's a pause. "I really miss you" he finally says. You're silent. "I know I didn't prooritize you enough and forgot about our dates or even spending time with you and asking how you were and how your day went. Fuck I can't believe it but I ignored our relationship for my own personal gains and that was so wrong and you know what I-"" Changbin" "yeah?" "you're rambling, stop, I love you and I want to get back together but you need to apologize to your members too". 'Thank God' he thought to himself.

Hyunjin

Our boy tried contacting you, but you blocked him from everywhere. He loved you dearly and didn't want to give up on you because he knew you were still in love with him too. It was obvious to everyone that something was going on in his life and he was visibly struggling everyday. Every time he made a mistake in the dance, he would scream and slap his head, Seungmin had to step in and bring him back to his senses. After a little buddy to buddy chat, he poured his heart out, crying harder than ever to Seungmin. He offers to talk to you on his behalf but Hyunjin declines saying that Seungmin doesn't have to clean the mess he made and also you won't spare Seungmin a glance anyway, like once you were done, you don't want anything to do with it. Hyunjin himself goes to your apartment to talk to you but you're not home. He waits for you on the stairs, determined to talk to you. 2 hours in it starts raining and it's so cold since the weather is transitioning for autumn to winter, shit he says but it's okay, he'll still wait for you. 3 more hours pass and you finally show up, passing him because you don't recognize the man sitting in the cold cold rain with his head dipped, wearing all black. You open your front door and hear your name "Y/N i-it's me, hi" he's freezing, your eyes soften and you pull him in telling him to change out of his clothes, handing him a towel. After a while you go to check up on him but he's still in his boxers and undershirt with the towel around his neck. He sees you and says "can we talk please" "no" you say "get dried I'll get you your clothes, I was gonna return them anyway" he starts coughing a little and sneezes, your eyes widen. Did he catch a cold?? you think because he had always been the sensitive type. The next thing you know you're sitting next to him, drying his hair. He grabs your wrist and says "I really miss you" and you fear that he's going to read your face now. He knows you so well after all and catches on, he knows you miss him too. Slowly leaning forward, giving you enough time to react, he goes in for a kiss. You sob in his arms for a while. "Hyunjin don't you ever, EVER leave my side again, I missed you so much you have no idea I was hurting" he sushes you. Now changed to dry clothes you're both cuddling in your bed when you realize something "...uh Hyunjin? did you kiss me after you mf sneezed and coughed??" oops "don't ruin the moment y/n let's be sick and in love together".

Han

You're both gloomy and hurting but that doesn't stop you from acting normal. Y'all literally make people laugh lift the mood and cry yourself to sleep at night. So when you're mentioned by Lee Know in front of the boys, asking how you were, Jisung didn't let anyone find out that you guys broke up, and replied casually that you were doing okay but really busy in your life. He tells him he wants to meet you but Jisung brushes it off saying that he just said you're busy. Lee Know is determined to get Jisung to call you at least and by the end of this, he has his answer. "you guys aren't talking to each other, are you?" Lee Know says proudly. Han gives a little nod, running his fingers through his hair. "hyung I need to clear my head, I'm going on a drive" Han says and Lee Know says "okay but be back in time for the third practice, I'm going to show you guys the choreography I made for the new song". 4 hours later everyone is wondering where Han is. Lee Know says that Jisung will be there, he couldn't have forgotten about the practice. Right? When more time passed, the guys continued without him, since he's not answering the phone either (Chan making a mental note to scold him for it). Finally, annoyed and concerned, Lee Know asks around for your phone number from mutual friends and calls you. "I want to talk to Jisung, give him the phone" is the first thing he says "excuse me?" "y/n it's Minho, I need to speak with Jisung, tell him to answer his damn phone and get his ass back to practice room before I whoop it" "...he's not here, I haven't seen him for a month now" Lee Know's eyes widen "then where did he go". The boys go to the dorms, extremely concerned when their manager calls Chan telling him Jisung got into a car accident. Now there's unrest and anxiety in the dorm. Chan and Minho go to the hospital with their manager. Lee Know already texted you about the details. Luckily he's not severely injured, only a neck sprain and a few bruises, nothing a weeks rest and herbal medicine can't fix. Jisung sees three pairs of eyes all filled with anger and concern. You, Chan and Minho scold him on his way back to the dorms, taking turns to tell him how irresponsible he was and what they're going to do to him once he gets home. But once he gets home, Chan and Minho let you at him first. You scold him again and he apologizes. You know what he's apologizing for so you kiss him with Chan trying not to go aww in the back and Minho making a perverted sound. You know Jisung wants reassurance about the relationship so you say "see you tomorrow" before leaving him with Chan and Minho cracking their knuckles behind a smiling Jisung.

Felix

This little baby will be upset all the time. Growing increasingly hard on himself over the month, being more clingy towards Chan. Like when Chan is just sitting there working, Felix would grab a chair next to him and rest his head on his back. And when Chan shifts in the seat, he would even sit on the floor, with his head against Chan's leg, playing games on his phone. As much as Chan loved Felix relying on him and being soft and clingy, he was on to him. Taking him out to eat one day, he'd ask him about it. Felix got embarrassed and tells him he doesn't want to talk about it right now. After dinner, they went for a walk, talking and laughing. Felix feels happy after so long, hugging Chan out of nowhere telling him how much he appreciates him and his brotherly love. Chan rubs his hair and back, not wanting to ask the question again. It's as if Felix read his mind, "y/n and I broke up" that answers everything. Chan listens to Felix patiently and gives him great advice, telling him that he needs to tell you that if the relationship really has no future, he needs closure, and if there's still hope, you two should sit down and talk (not acting on our own advice are we Chan). Felix texts you that he has something important to say and calls you later to say what Chan said. You thought that was very mature of him, clearly knowing Chan and him had a talk. You two meet, Felix fiddling with his fingers anxiously, not knowing where the conversation will go. "I'm very sorry y/n, I know I neglected you and took you for granted but if you give me just one chance, I will change. I promise to treat you better" you smile at this "Felix, let's not make promises right now, because we don't know what will happen in the future and what our circumstances allow, and I forgive you. I really missed you and your cute snuggles" Felix is shy and you hug him.

Seungmin

He was very understanding of how you felt and what you were going through. He felt it was best to give you space to clear your head so you could figure your feelings out. This is how he thought was best to deal with the situation, to give you all the time in the world while he just waits. But this did not prove to be the best for him as he was mostly lost in thought. How you were, did you eat, how was your day, did you have a shoulder to cry on, were you healthy and happy. He needed the answers, it was making him anxious. So it wasn't long that he started forgetting about things. Always being stressed out about your well-being. He started to lose focus on the choreography which made the others upset. Once, twice, thrice, this kept happening. He was bumping into the others or forgetting his cue. Everyone started getting irritated and it was time for a group meeting. Seungmin was more than embarrassed and was even more embarrassed to state the reason. And when he did, everyone else was speechless. He apologized and promised to stay more focused. After practice he went out for a walk alone. Hyunjin followed him and told him he wanted to talk. He convinced Seungmin to go and talk to you but he said you needed space. Hyunjin was like you got space for a month to decide, it's time Seungmin went and asked you, rather than suffering like this. He went with him there. He was scared to knock on your door so while arguing, Hyunjin knocked the door hard and hid behind the wall. Seungmin did the I'll kill you later son hand action and Hyunjin showed a finger heart. You opened the door, not expecting to see him. To his dismay, you looked weak and exhausted. His smile faded and he felt hurt. "y/n you don't look so good" "hi to you too Seungmin" you say sarcastically. "I don't know what to say y/n I'm here to tell you I'm really sorry for being a jerk and I really miss you, like really really miss you. You've been on my mind all the time and I can't stop loving you. Please forgive me, I want to be with you again, please" you've been waiting for him to say this so you tear up and hug him. "I missed you so damn much baby" you say. "tell her how you ruined the choreography too" Hyunjin says from behind the wall.

He shut everyone and everything out. He acted normal but was numb inside. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. He was so happy in his work and with you, what went wrong. The older boys tried talking to offer comfort and help in their own ways. Changbin decided to treat him to Korean BBQ, to cheer him up even for just a little while. They were out, just the 2 of them, eating and enjoying talking about anything and everything. Just as he was drinking coke, his eyes found a familiar face, and with the mental connection you two had, you instantly looked his way. The eye contact you two had was filled with emotions. He could see the stress and hurt in your eyes and you saw the emptiness and longing in his. You got up and so did he, walking towards each other, you both hugged, loving the feeling. You both missed each other so much and the way you hugged each other showed that. He told you he was with Changbin, him waving to you behind Jeongin and you told him you were with your flatmates. Agreeing to meet each other later that night you went back to your tables. Changbin sees the change in IN's aura, he seems happier and less tense. "I'm happy that you're happy IN-ee" IN is all smiles. "listen, if anyone asks, I helped" "ah hyung stop" "okay okay I'm just saying that if someone asks if I helped just say yes" both of them laugh. IN and you keep exchanging happy looks and when you meet at night, you kiss him. "I missed you so much baby" he says to you.

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findingnemo19 · 3 years ago

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Because of Seaweed (Percabeth AU)

A percabeth AU fanfic. That I had originally made because my friend didn't believe my writing was good, and now he's refusing to read the damn thing. Oh well. You guys will read it. That's more than enough. And, Shout out to my friend, Isha. She helped me with the plot to this fic. For this (mortal) AU, Malcolm is 2 years younger than Annabeth. Annabeth and Malcolm are Athena and Fredrick’s kids. Summary: Annabeth froze. She’s heard the 8 words multiple times in a teasing voice from her brother and her friends. She’s replayed the time she’d meet her soulmate in her head multiple times in multiple different ways. But never had she thought her soulmate would manage to get seaweed on one of her favorite books.

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She matured early, according to her parents.

Since Annabeth was 8, she hated the idea of “soulmates”. Why does she have to spend her life with someone? Why does she have to fall in love with someone? And why isn’t it her choice?

Of course, her parents tried explaining it to her, ( “It is your choice. The soulmate idea is like… telling the future.”) but she wouldn’t have any of it.

Unfortunately or fortunately, the fateful 10th birthday of Annabeth’s rolled around. Most people would wake up on their 10th birthday, immediately looking at the inside of their dominant hand wrist. Annabeth on the other hand avoided even letting that side of her right hand in her line of sight until her dad came back from work right before dinner.

Both her parents and her 8yo brother, Malcolm, were fed up with Annabeth delaying to look at the words her soulmate will tell her. Rolling her eyes at this, she turned her wrist over, “‘ You’re more worried about your book rather than yourself? ’” She recited the words slowly to herself, the bold cursive writing, murder on her dyslexic eyes. “‘ You’re more worried about your book rather than yourself?’ ” She spoke more clearly, looking up at her family around the dining table. “That’s what it says.”

Athena let a teasing smile across her face as Annabeth’s father and brother burst out in laughter. “Fitting. Very, very fitting.” Annabeth scowled at her mom, “Be quiet.” she grumbled. Stabbing her fork in her noodles she took a bite, stuffing her face with food.

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She’s in middle school, and maybe she’s stopped absolutely loathing the soulmate idea. Not that she’s 100% ok with Fate deciding her relationship or anything. But maybe she didn’t hate it.

Plus, the 8th-grade halls are (oddly enough) filled with people asking each other out, and then arguing over the fact that “YOU’RE NOT MY SOULMATE.”

Apart from that, at least Annabeth has friends now. (Read: Piper, Frank, Hazel, and Reyna.) And thank whatever god is up there, her friends aren’t the annoying 8th graders fighting over soulmates in the hallways.

She’s happy and content. Apart from the assload of homework she gets, content. Content with her family, her friends, her classmates, and teachers-

(Ok maybe she wants to stab that “Caleb” guy in the eye with a very sharp pencil if he says anything about Annabeth being “a dumb blond” one more time. And her Science teacher. If he says “Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell” one more goddamned time-)

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Annabeth unlocked the door to her house, wincing a little in reaction to the yelling between her parents from the inside. She shook her head, stepping inside, praying that her parents aren’t near the stairs so she wouldn’t have to face that. God must have decided to be nice to the blond-haired girl, because her parents were arguing in the living room, and couldn’t even see the staircase from there.

No. It’s not out of the ordinary for her parents to fight. They’ve been doing it almost every day now. However, Annabeth hasn’t been able to understand why they fight. But they do and it bothers her. Let a girl and her brother in high school get some rest, would you?

About an hour later, she was typing up an essay that she completely forgot about, that's due the next day, when there was a loud sound from downstairs, the sound of someone running up the wooden staircase, and a frantic knock on her bedroom door. Confused and slightly concerned, she said, “Come in!”

As the door opened, Annabeth pushed her chair back across the wooden floor, cringing at the sound. “Malcolm?” Annabeth stood up as her brother shut and locked the bedroom door behind him. “What happened?”

Malcolm rolled his eyes, sitting down gingerly on Annabeth’s (for once unmade) bed. “I went downstairs to ask mom a question about homework, started talking before getting down the stairs, and she threw a plate- I wouldn’t say at me but pretty much at me.”

Annabeth raised her eyebrows in shock. “That's- that’s new,” she muttered under her breath.

Her brother scoffed, “No shit, Sherlock.”

Annabeth chuckled with no humor, saving her word document before sitting down next to the blonde-haired boy. “You ok though?”

Malcolm rolled his eyes fondly, “Yeah I’m fine, Beth.”

“Good.” A beat of silence passed between them before, “You could’ve just asked me for help instead of going to mom.”

He pondered this, “I guess.”

Annabeth chuckled, flopping down back on her bed, covering her eyes with her arm, “I’m tired.”

Malcolm fell into an almost imitated position, staring up at the ceiling, “Of what?”

Annabeth sighed, “Everything. It’s so stressful. Homework, essays, finals coming up, college applications, our parents fighting practically 24-by-7. It’s just too much-” Her voice cracked and she silenced herself.

“Yeah, I get it. Ninth isn’t much easier. Oh god, I forgot to tell you. Remember Calissa? From middle school?”

Annabeth nodded, “Mhm. The middle school ‘Bitch Girl.’ Why?”

“She asked me out today.”

Annabeth took her arm off her eyes and sat up looking at her brother with an unreadable expression. “ What?”

“Whoa, whoa Annie. Don’t go all “protective older sister” on me. I’m 15, I can handle this stuff myself .” Malcolm sat up as well. “I told her I’d think about it.”

Annabeth raised her eyebrows, crossing her arms at her chest, “You’d think about it? Malcolm this is the same girl who bullied 75% of your middle school. Including you. Are you-”

“Beth. Breathe. I’ll say no. I just said that at the moment.”

Annabeth scoffed, getting up from the bed and walking to her desk. “You better say no.” Malcolm hummed in response, getting up from the bed and leaving the room.

The sound of a ceramic cup breaking made Annabeth flinch (don’t ask how she knows what it was. She’s a little clumsy ok?). She bit her lip, turning to face the half-closed door, “Malcolm?”

“Yeah?” her brother’s muffled voice answered.

“Work in my room.”

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Annabeth loved reading at the beach. The light wind messing up her hair, the random, delicate spray of water refreshing her; it was calming, relaxing, soothing...As long as she was a solid 30 feet away from the surfers.

Yet today was a different day, for Annabeth had actually come down to the beach with her brother and Calissa. Turns out, Malcolm ended up saying yes to go out with Calissa because he hasn’t “actually dated anybody.” So great.

To get her mind off things, she had decided to bring a book down to the beach like she always did. Picking up “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows” for the 7th time in her life, she opened the book to where she left off.

She was engrossed in her book when she heard the loud splash before she felt the water. Gasping, she stood up, facing a boy only slightly taller than her, maybe the same age. He had raven hair, which was splattered across his face from the ocean water. His eyes were a startling sea green color. Annabeth, with all the people she knew, had never come across someone with that color of green eyes.

Shaking her head slightly to get the seaweed out of her hair (and maybe that slight trance the guy in front of her left her in.) Picking up her book from the ground where it fell she winced, “What the hell!? You got seaweed on my book, damn it.”

She saw the guy in front of her rolling his eyes. “You care more about your book than yourself?”

Annabeth froze. She’s heard the 8 words multiple times in a teasing voice from her brother and her friends. She’s replayed the time she’d meet her soulmate in her head multiple times in multiple different ways. But never had she thought her soulmate would manage to get seaweed on one of her favorite books.

“Well shit.” She heard from in front of her.

Laughing humorlessly she ran her hand through her hair, “yeah shit.”

“Annie!” Annabeth looked over to her right, seeing her brother and Calissa walking over to them. “Found your soulmate?”

“Malcolm. Were you spying on me? You’re on a date, aren’t you?”

“We got bored.”

The raven-haired boy in front of her chuckled. “Annie.?”

“It’s a nickname.” She snapped. “That I will not allow you to call me.” Annabeth sighed, putting her hand out in front of her. “Annabeth Chase.”

The guy smiled, slipping his hand in Annabeth’s. “Percy Jackson.” Percy Jackson. Jackson. She recognized the name. Percy must’ve read her expression, for he laughed and said, “Yes, Sally Jackson’s son.”

Annabeth’s eyes widened, “Oh my god, her writing is beautiful. Her characters are so well written. The way she carries the series, oh my god it’s incredible!”

Percy laughed. From beside Annabeth, Malcolm gave Percy a look, “She's a little obsessed with Sally Jackson’s books.”

“A little?” Percy asked, teasing.

Annabeth glared at him, “Whatever.” My soulmate is Sally Jackson’s son. Oh my god.

Percy cleared his throat, “Uh. Sorry about the seaweed and everything. I lost control for a bit.”

Annabeth hummed absent-mindedly, wrinkling her nose in annoyance at the realization that her book was covered in saltwater and seaweed and she probably won't be able to save it. “Well, one of my favorite books is now soaked but I guess I’ll forgive you.” She then added, “But only because you're the son of one of my favorite authors.”

Percy laughed lightly, “Not surprising. All my friends love my mom more than me.” Percy reached his hand out and brushed off a piece of seaweed from Annabeth’s hair. Suddenly, it seemed like she forgot how to breathe. Annabeth saw Percy’s eyes search her face, his hand delicately resting on her cheek.

Too soon, Percy pulled back, and Annabeth wasn't sure why that bothered her. He glanced at the setting sun, “I should get going before my mom gets worried.”

Annabeth blinked, “Uh yeah, yeah ok.”

Percy smiled, turning, grabbing his surfboard from the ground, and yelled to some people in the distance, “Hey, Thalia! Jace, Neeks, we gotta go.”

“Don't call me that, Jackson!”

Annabeth smiled. “Hey, uh, Percy?”

Percy looked back at her, a smile still on his face, “Yeah?”

“Could I- Could I have your number?” Wincing, as she worried she might’ve stepped over a line.

Percy’s smile only grew, “Of course.”

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She was happy. More than happy. In the past two years, a lot happened.

A few weeks after the beach incident, Annabeth had called Percy, asking to go out on a date, because, “we’re soulmates anyway, might as well.” He agreed. 2 weeks and 4 dates later, they had their first kiss. Under a street light that was already dying out, with a leaf or two, landing on Annabeth’s head, which Percy teased her about for weeks. ( “It was just a leaf Annabeth.” “We were kissing. Can you blame me for getting startled?” “No one’s blaming you. I’m just teasing you, Wise Girl.” “Yeah, I can tell, Seaweed Brain.” )

Oh and the nicknames. They’re stupid because they’re cliché. ( “But clichés are only clichés because they work, sweetie.” “Sure, Mrs. Jackson.” “Sally.” )

And Percy’s mother is a gem, and so is his half-sister, Estelle Blofis. Apparently, Percy’s parents are divorced, and Percy’s mother remarried, to an English teacher, Paul Blofis. Percy’s friends are great too. Thalia, Nico, and Annabeth immediately hit it off. Percy met Annabeth’s friends as well, at some point, and she found it cute how nervous he was.

Also, she got accepted to Queens College. And better yet, so did her boyfriend.

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Thanks for reading!!

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catbowserauthor · 4 years ago

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1987/2003 TMNT Crossover Bit

@brightlotusmoon Need to work on this again some more...here’s some pieces of a crossover I started a while ago and really wanna get started on again. Incomplete as of now and fractured but thought I’d share it.

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2003 Universe

The running across rooftops in pursuit was something Mikey had done dozens upon dozens of times. However, something was off. The smoke from that smoke bomb maybe? It had smelled odd, different from what the Foot normally threw but his brothers had been on the other side of the roof when they threw it. They hadn't smelled any thing so he couldn't exactly ask them... Mike's knees trembled a bit as they landed on the next roof and his vision was starting to become woozy, shifting back and forth, like he was crying but he sure wasn't. All the same, it was getting impossible to see straight. His muscles started to feel like jelly. This was wrong, this was wrong... He could barely make out the red coloring in the brother in front of him and called, "Raph..." He caught a faint shift as his brother turned but his vision was already seeping into black oblivion by that point. He didn't even hear Raph scream his name and hitting the rooftop in a dead fall was beyond his senses. "Mikey!!" Leo and Donnie had abandoned their pursuit as soon as they heard Raph's cry and by the time they reached the strongest of them, he was knelt on the ground, his youngest brother cradled in his arms. Mike was pale, much paler green than he usually was and his body flopped like a rag doll's when Raphael shook him, "Mikey! Mikey! This ain't funny! Wake up, knucklehead!" Nothing, not a laugh, not a chuckle, no change at all. Donnie knelt, looking their sibling over with critical eyes. He took hold of the younger's wrist and his heart raced. "His pulse is slow. It shouldn't be this slow. This is like...just woke up in the morning slow..." Leo frowned, reached out and gave a firm rub to the center of their sibling's chest, right over the sternum. Nothing. The dead silence that passed over the three siblings could have froze water. A sternum rub was not something you could fake. If you were conscious, it was extremely painful and Leo was very particular about making it hard and firm. If Mikey didn't respond, it was because he couldn't. "Donnie?" Leo asked simply. "Insufficient data, Boss." the purple banded brother replied. "Raph can you carry him? I need to get him home..." The tallest of them had already stood, his youngest brother cradled against his chest. His arms draped, dead and Raph was having to support his head. He looked...dead. No, not dead. Don't think that... "Way ahead of you, Brainac" was all Raph said before jumping off the roof for the ground.

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You don't have Dokku plants here?' Donnie blinked once then twice at the dimensional twin of his youngest sibling, "I've heard of a lot of different plants," he admitted, still not taking his eyes off his youngest brother, lying dead still (no, not dead, use another word, Donnie!) on the cot in his lab. The entire group had somehow crammed into the small space and Michelangelo and Leonardo were looking over his still sibling. "But not that one." "Not surprised." Donatello tried to reassure him. He pointed to the computer screen where he had been hacking into every database possible. "It doesn't look like it exists." Raph snapped "What the shell is a Dokku plant?" Leonardo looked up, "It's a rare plant even in our world. Only exists in the Eastern Hemisphere now." Michelangelo spoke up "It's the pollen that's lethal Dudes. And your Mike totally got a huge whiff of it." Raphael locked eyes with his bigger self "How long ago did your Mikey conk out?" Raph narrowed his eyes "Why?" Michelangelo snapped "Do you not understand the word 'lethal' Dude?!" He stood up and addressed his alternate dimensional family "This stuff KILLS! It's poison. It slows and then stops the heart by keeping the mitochondria in the heart cells from firing. And if your bro hasn't succumbed yet then he still has time and we needa know how much! So, think you could jump off your high horse long enough to help?!" The entire room went dead silent. Leonardo reached out and lay a hand on his brother's shoulder "Michelangelo..." "No, I'm fine, Leonardo," he replied, shrugging his leader's hand off. "I know our world's are mondo different but poison is STILL poison and poison KILLS. I KNEW something was totally off and I didn't drag us here to watch Other-Me die." Raph had paled, went quiet "I...I thought that your world..." he trailed off. What could he say? He thought there was no danger in their world? No threat? No death? No way to say that without sounding insulting. This other Michelangelo's sharp passion had silenced his tongue. Leonardo responded, "In our world, poison is still poison." He lay a wet cloth on the unconscious Mikey's forehead. Raphael added, folding his arms "And death is still death." Leo, who had been quiet for a long time, finally spoke, "We brought him home about two hours ago. It took us...maybe a half hour to get home, Donnie?" The genius nodded "Something like that." He felt useless... Michelangelo eyed Leonardo "So...what? 10 hours, maybe?" Leonardo nodded, his eyes focused "Donatello, can you you reconfigure that portal to take us to Japan?" Donatello gave a half smile "Do turtles have shells?" He took out his wrench and quickly approached the small portal stick laying on the table. Leonardo turned to his other self "Just like there's Dokku plants in our world, there's also the counteragent, the Gazi leaves. If it's been 2 hours since your brother collapsed, we have ten hours to get ahold of the cure and administer it." Raph blinked, surprised "You're gonna help us?" Michelangelo stood, his eyes narrowed "Of course. What kinda question is that?" He gave a faint smile to the stronger turtle, "We're not gonna let your Mikey die Dude." Leo smiled faintly "Your optimism is encouraging..." "Not optimism," Michelangelo corrected "A promise." Donnie watched his counterpart work and he worked quickly before kneeling next to his ill brother "You hear that, Mikey? You're gonna be okay. Bi...Big brothers are gonna get you the medicine you need and you're going to be fine." He lay a small kiss to his sibling's hot forehead "So you don't stop fighting on me...

#1987 and 2003 TMNT are awesone #2003 tmnt #TMNT 1987 #crossover #psychic mikey #Brotherly Love #tmnt brothers #Mikey is a BAMF #I love Mikey #sorry mikey #1987 TMNT had its dangers

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usernash666 · 4 years ago

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Incorrect

I found a shit ton of incorrect quotes and turned them into short story prompt things. zadison addition.

"Last night I found out Madison is a sleep talker," Zoe said as she sipped her tea.

"Really?" Cordelia questioned.

Last night

Madison was peacefully asleep next to Zoe as she worked. It was getting a little late so Zoe put down her computer and shuffled out of bed to brush her teeth. Right when she got up, she heard a voice coming from the smaller girl.

"No!" Madison protested.

Zoe didn't know she was awake, "I'm just going to the bathroom."

No reply after that. Zoe came back from the bathroom and hopped back into bed, she got into a comfortable position which was on her back facing the ceiling while Madison was holding onto her side. Soon, Zoe drifted off to sleep but was awake by another noise coming from Madison.

"Die bitch," Madison said quietly as she kept tossing and turning.

Zoe sat right up and stared at Madison, Her eyes where closed. A minute passed and Zoe slid down back into the position she was in before. She closed her eyes but her sleep didn't last long.

Present-day

"The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell. Right. In. My. Ear. At 3 am."

Zoe went back to her room after teaching, she was about to grab her car keys from her desk but something stopped her. Madison was sitting on her bed playing with Zoe’s phone.

"What's your password?" Madison asked.

Zoe stood there in shock, "M-Madison, wait, Didn't you die?" This was the first time seeing Madison after the whole apocalypse thing, she thought Madison was still dead.

Madison looks up from Zoe’s phone, "death is a social construct."

Zoe's eyes well up in tears and she runs to hug Madison. Madison accepts the hug but once Zoe is off of her she shows her the phone.

"What does it mean by "your phone has been locked for 1204920 minutes?"

The academy was a bit old so after begging and more Begging from the council and students, Cordelia decided to take them to IKEA. In Madison and Zoe's room, they both needed a new desk since it's "been there for 3 of my lifetimes" - Madison. So Cordelia brought them to the desk section.

"What are you guys looking for?" Cordelia asks.

"I don't know," Madison reply's then looked over to Zoe. "What are you looking at babe?"

"I'm just wondering which one you'd look the best pinned agains-" Zoe manages to say before Madison covered her mouth.

Madison hopes her supreme didn't hear any of that, but she did though. A very shook Cordelia shakes her head and slowly walks backwards out of the desk section.

Zoe was working in the classroom while Madison was next to her playing on her phone. Madison was scrolling through Instagram and she found something funny so she smiled.

Zoe removed her gaze from her work and looked at Madison, "what's so funny?"

"Zoe, are you a lamp?" Madison asks.

Zoe sat their confused, "What?"

"Because I'd like to turn you on," Madison smirked.

Zoe forced herself to face back to her work so Madison wouldn't see her blush. They both sat there in silence before they heard a scream from outside the door.

"WERE NOT WASTING ELECTRICITY IN THIS HOUSE!" Cordelia yells.

#Zadison #zoe benson/madison montgomery #zoe benson #madison montgomery #ahs #ahs coven #ahscoven #ahs apocalypse #american horror stroy #american horror story coven #american horror story apocalypse #lmao wtf is this?

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aylinaliens · 4 years ago

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One invisible gold thread (tied me to you) — Chapter 1

Fandom: 2Gether

Pairings: Earn/Pear, Pear/Air, Sarawat/Tine, Ohm/Fong

Summary: Soulmate did not always equate to romance, most spend their lives together as platonically. That is exactly what Earn thought would happen with Pear—but as they spent more time together in person, Earn struggles to calm the raging storm of emotions in her heart. Soon enough, Earn finds herself drawn in like a moth to a flame, Pear’s soft bubblegum pink cardigan and bright eyes serving as balm to her soul. At first, Earn just denies what she feels inside, claiming that the only reason her throat closed up when she was in the proximity of the soft-spoken medical student was because of indigestion. As Earn spends more time with her soulmate, she begins to struggle with understanding the intricacies of her own sexuality, but realization never actually dawns on her until she finds out someone was actively pursuing Pear. That was when Earn starts to come to turns with her feelings...but it was too late now. Right?

Word Count: 1779

Notes: in honor of 2gether the movie being announced i have decided to finally post this because let’s be honest...gmmtv is going to clown on us earnpear shippers again. i typically hate love triangles but dear uranus has made me realize that wlw!love triangles are God Tier so thus this fic was born. hope you like tropes because !! this fic will have it all. soulmates? roommates? fake dating? mutual pining? friends to lovers? unrequited love? bed sharing? friends with benefits? it’s what these sapphics deserve

Read the first chapter on Ao3 or down below!

Curiously, Earn lifted her arm and brought it closer to her face so she could examine it. Sarawat obviously understood what was happening, also recently finding his soulmate, so he just leaned back in his seat, sipping on his drink, and quietly observing the own messages on his forearm.

After nearly seven minutes of waiting Pear was done and it was...definitely not doodle of a cat. No, it was something else.

“Oh god. Did she draw a penis?”

Sarawat choked on his drink in surprise. “What?” He gaped. “What did you just say?”

“I said my soulmate just drew an anatomically correct penis on my arm.”

A familiar fluttering sensation cursed through Earn’s body, signaling another message has appeared. She was mid conversation with Sarawat in the process of telling him what time their gig for tomorrow was but never got to.

Full of excitement and butterflies Earn quickly yanked her sleeve up—it’s been thirty six hours since her soulmate last sent a message. It was normal for Pear to disappear for days on end so Earn was used to the delayed reply.

As she glanced down at her forearm she expected to see a reply to the conversation she asked a few days ago but instead it was a drawing.

Once again no big deal—Pear was artistic. She had always sent doodles to Earn.

However, this drawing was not simply just of animals or flowers. She couldn’t exactly tell what it was right now because Pear was still drawing it.

After nearly seven minutes of waiting Pear was done and it was...definitely not doodle of a cat. No, it was something else.

“Oh god. Did she draw a penis?”

Sarawat choked on his drink in surprise. “What?” He gasped. “What did you just say?”

“I said my soulmate just drew an anatomically correct penis on my arm.”

Sarawat looked shocked and positively scandalized but he was not the only one. Earn was just as confused. She held her arm up for him to see and after a few seconds of studying it he came to the same conclusion.

“She drew an anatomically correct penis on your arm. With labels. Why did she send you an anatomically correct penis on your arm?”

Earn lifted her shoulder up in a shrug, leaning down to rummage through her bag to find a pen. Once she did she yanked the cap off and scribbled a quick message.

um...is there like context or a reason that you drew that?

She waited awhile for a reply, staring intently down at her arm for any new piece of ink. It did not matter how long she waited it never came. At least a reply to that question never came. As she studied her arm for what seem like forever the conversation with Sarawat died away.

He knew she was far too preoccupied with with waiting for a message to appear. He was probably the only one in the band who could truly understand what Earn was feeling since he was the only one who had recently discovered his soulmate mark.

Tine was terrible, if not more so, at replying in a timely matter. Sometimes Tine would wait hours just to answer back with a single letter, either forgetting to reply or simply not noticing it.

So Earn waited. Minute after minute. Nothing. Just as she was about to give up that familiar fluttering sensation came back, making her heart soar.

But it was not a reply to Earn’s question. No. It wasn’t even a word.

It was just a smaller anatomically correct penis that was colored in instead of labeling.

Earn pursed her lips in bewilderment but decided that she obviously would not get a reply any time soon.

“I don’t know.” She admitted, shrugging once more. “I really don’t know.”

The first Earn noticed her soulmate mark she was seventeen. She had gym during school today so in between classes she hoped in the shower for a quick rinse off. She didn’t notice any ink nor did she feel abnormal as she scrubbed the dirt and sweat away.

It was afterwards, when she was towel drying her body and trying to slip back on her uniform that she saw pink ink near her wrist.

Confusion coursed through her as she brought her arm toward the light for a better look. She didn’t remember writing anything on her arms.

At first Earn didn’t quite understood what it said due to how faint it was but the longer she stared the more she could understand it.

Mitochondria is the powerhouse cell.

She was shocked, that was sure, but she didn’t have time to think too critically about it because the bell signifying her next class was about to begin snapped her out of it.

Earn forgot about that day in the shower for a few weeks. She knew that soulmates and soul marks were real but it never registered to Earn that was what it was. She didn’t have a soulmate. No way did she have a soulmate. Earn just...forgot that she wrote that. Yeah. That is exactly what happened.

It wasn’t until she was laying in bed one day, laptop perched on her lap as she hummed along to her favorite band, that the memory of that day came flooding back.

A stinging sensation started at the base of her spine and slowly traveled up until her fingertips were tingling and her her throat was constricting. Soon enough the sensation had made its way all over he body, from her fingertips to her toes Earn felt it.

It didn’t hurt, quite the opposite, but it was enough to pause what she was doing.

Then the stinging feeling evaporated into thin air. It was like it never happened. Instead it was replaced by something akin to butterflies but vastly more intense.

A half done math equation appeared near her elbow. A math equation Earn never even learned.

A few beats of silence passed before more ink appeared. It was of a cartoon bunny holding up a sign that that had a phrase on it: Susu Pear!

Earn could no longer pretend like she forgot about writing on her arm. No. This was a soulmate mark.

She practically threw off her laptop off and hastily scrambled out of bed to her desk to grab a pen. Once she found one she tore off the cap and scribbled out a word, feeling as if her heart would leap out of her chest.

hello?

Earn waited for a reply what seemed like years but in reality it was only half a minute.

...hello?

Oh god. Oh my god. She had a soulmate.

None of her friends of family got their soulmate marks yet so she was utterly confused on what to do next. She could search the web for answers but she was scared that her soulmate would disappear.

cute bunny drawing. is your name pear?

The reply was almost instantaneously, showing up before Earn even finished her own message.

thank you! yes, my name is pear. what’s your name?

Before Earn could reply again Pear wrote something else back, just below her previous message.

you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to! i know that some people ignore their soulmate marks.

Butterflies erupted in Earn’s stomach once again but this time it was not because of the ink. Soulmate. Pear just confirmed it. There was no backing out of it now.

my name is earn and...i don’t want to ignore this. unless...you want to?

no! i don’t want to ignore this. i want to um, get to know you. can we do that?

of course. what do you want to know?

everything.

That’s exactly what Earn did, she told Pear everything. Not that night but over the next few years they essentially bared their souls to each other in every sense of the word. Sometimes they would write whole entire essays to each other, forced to erase the earlier conversations or come up with new creative places to write. Sometimes they would send doodles back in forth.

After a few months of talking when the two settled into a comfortable routine, somehow becoming each others biggest supporters. Before every exam, Pear would send Earn the same little cartoon bunny cartoon drawing. Every time the message on the poster was different.

susu earn!

you can do it.

good luck!

earn! you got this!

i'm always rooting for you!

you got this, babe!

Sometimes the messages were so cheesy that Earn felt color flood her cheeks and often never replied because she didn’t know what to say. She would feign innocence when this happened, claiming she was just so nervous about her exam that she forgot to reply.

It was ridiculous—she was so tongue tied and bashful over the same messages you would find on motivational stickers. If anyone else drew these things Earn would think it was dumb but because it was from Pear she thought it utterly adorable.

Earn in return took up to expanding Pear’s musical knowledge and interests. She would use her arms to write down random bits of lyrics she thought of instead of on paper. Pear always took care to never erase those lyrics until Earn gave her the green light.

However, most of the time they just talked. About anything. About nothing. After a few years went by of this Earn grew fond of the soulmate she knew virtually everything yet nothing about.

Unlike most people who got soulmate marks she dated. It was nothing serious, it never was, but she got to experience many different firsts.

Pear, on the other hand, apparently never dated—before or after the soulmate mark appeared—swearing she was far too busy with trying to get into college and than medical school to date. Besides, she wrote one day, I have you. That’s enough.

Messages like that always left Earn melting into a puddle of goo. The thing with soulmates is that they didn’t exactly have to be romantic. Hundreds of thousands of soulmates got their mark but decided to just stay platonic. That’s exactly what Earn thought would happen to them.

It’s not as if she never thought about them in a romantic sense, Earn did more than she cared to admit, but she would always quickly shake out of when she realized that it would never between them too like that.

It has been almost four years and neither of them has asked to meet yet. Surely if they wanted to meet each other they could of. At the start they found out that they only lived three hours apart. After they began college, Earn and Pear found out that they were even closer to each other.

Yet they always managed to skirt around that topic. It would happen one day or it never will Earn wrote one day either way let's just stay like this while we wait for that day to come.

#2gether the series #earnpear #earnpear fic #2gether fic #gmmtv can pry earnpear from my cold dead hands!#love that the fandom collectively manifested earnpear into canon. what do you mean they weren't gfs?? they were #my fics*

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ranxiaolong · 4 years ago

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Biological Basis of Love

Summary: (Y/N) sighed. Biology. Arguably her least favorite class. Why did she have to take it to graduate? She wanted to be a comp sci major, so why did she have to sit through this class? Just as the dreaded first class of the semester is starting, in stumbles a cute bespectacled blonde. Maybe biology won't be quite as bad as she anticipated.

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(Y/N) breathed in deeply, the warm air and blue sky soothing. Jeans that were slightly too warm for the weather, some professors notorious for cranking the climate control to arctic blast and she didn’t want to be caught wearing shorts in that unfortunate situation. (Y/N)’s index finger and thumb gripped the collar of her shirt as she trudged along the courtyard, fanning air across her chest with the front of her white t-shirt.

The last days of summer hung upon (Y/N)’s head as she walked over the grassy patch between large brick buildings. The final days of summer, and (Y/N)’s classes had started up again. How she wished she could just lay down on the grass and nap. First week of classes and she already wanted to pass out on the grass.

‘What a fantastic start to the semester.’ (Y/N) thought grimly.

(Y/N) shifted the backpack on her shoulders as she unlocked her phone, checking her class schedule once again.

“Crap, I’m gonna be late!”

(Y/N) picked up her pace, nearly sprinting across campus.

“Why does the bioscience building have to be so far away from my literature class? Why do I need biology? I want to be a software engineer, not stare at cells all day.” (Y/N) grit out as she rounded the corner, nearly tripping as she ran inside of a large white marble building with large letters carved into a slab reading “THE LIFE SCIENCES” above the grandiose mahogany doors.

(Y/N) ran through the halls, eventually making their way to a door, a small plaque reading “LS-145” next to the doorframe. (Y/N) nearly slams the doors as she throws them open, skidding into the lecture hall. It was half empty.

(Y/N)’s eyes raked over the rows of semi filled benches, eventually landing on a frizzy-haired woman writing in a notebook. (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed as she marched through the isles towards the woman tapping the end of her pen against her chin. The woman wore a top with rainbow stripes running down horizontally beneath a faded jean jacket. A pair of sky blue sneakers adorned her feet and a pair of black jeans covered her legs.

The woman glanced upward, realizing (Y/N) was stopped next to her.

“(Y/N)! You made it!” A wide smile plastered itself to the woman’s lips.

(Y/N) glared murderously at the woman who was sitting quite contently.

“Why did you tell me I was late, Bill? I ran halfway across campus for nothing.”

Bill raised an eyebrow, amused. “You are horrible at keeping your schedule. Lucky for you I changed all the class times on that note you have to be early by ten minutes.”

(Y/N) groaned, sliding down onto the bench next to Bill, laying her face on the desk. “But I ran across campus. I don’t run. That was torture. It’s too hot for running.” (Y/N) whined.

A chuckle escaped Bill’s lips. “Well, maybe you’ll find that this class was worth running for.”

(Y/N) scoffed. “Biology is never worth running for. There is no part of the field I want to go into that has to deal with mitochondria or mitosis.”

Bill rolled her eyes. “Well regardless, this is supposed to be the best intro to bio classes. I think even you will manage to enjoy it. I’ve had this professor before and he’s amazing.”

(Y/N)’s eyes narrowed as she faced her friend, “Didn’t you have him for some real obscure class that was, like, not biology in any capacity?”

Bill shrugged, an elbow supporting her arm on the wooden desk as she placed her chin in her palm, “He was still a good professor. Besides, even if you don’t like it, it’s only for your GE requirements. You don’t need to take any more bio classes after this one as long as you pass.”

A soft grunt leaves (Y/N). “I’m not taking this blasted class again. I’m going to barely be able to sit through this semester.”

“Come on, be a little more optimistic. Maybe you’ll like this class.”

“I haven’t liked a bio class since middle school.” (Y/N) closed her eyes, breathing deeply.

Bill ran a few fingers through (Y/N)’s loose hair lazily.

“Must you harass me?” (Y/N) slowly opened an eye, mirth dancing in her iris, contradicting her harsh words.

“Until someone better comes along.” Bill teased back.

(Y/N) closed her eyes again, a soft smile edging on her lips, “You’re impossible.”

As Bill ran her fingers over (Y/N)’s nape, (Y/N) listened to the sound of students slowly shuffling into the large lecture hall. She could identify a few groups of loud groups—a set of boisterous men, a gaggle of giggling freshmen girls, a batch of hooting sports junkies—and was immensely glad when the echo of their voices traveled away from the spot from where she sat.

A sudden slam of the doors opening and a sweeping silence across the room prompted one of your eyes to open. Unable to see from the angle you were at, you let out a long-suffering sigh and sat up, opening your other eye to see down the rows of benches.

Old.

That was the first thing (Y/N) noticed about the man placing a bag on the lectern at the side of the room. First thing she noticed about him after his eyebrows, anyway. He had curly grey hair, but he was tall and lanky. He wore well-fitting clothes, a dark jacket with a red silky material on the inside that stood out against his black vest and pants, the white collar and visible ‘V’ of his shirt starkly contrasting the black as well. Well-polished shoes occasionally clicked across the wooden floor of the stage.

“Morning.” An accent laced his words as he spoke.

So he was Scottish.

“I’m your professor for Introduction to Biology, Malcolm Caecilius.”

(Y/N) leaned over to Bill, whispering, “I was expecting something a bit different from that. Not something that sounds and looks like some bloke they dug up from Pompeii.”

Bill lightly hit (Y/N)’s shoulder.

“Ow.”

“This course will mostly be run by an assistant professor.”

Bill sat up, her eyebrows furrowed. “That’s new. He generally doesn’t like having other people teach his class.”

You pulled out a notebook and a pen, flipping it open to the first blank page to start notes.

A sudden thump at the door and it having been thrown open in haste caught the attention of nearly the entire room. Professor Caecilius didn’t look up from his bag. A blonde woman stumbled into the room, a yelp on her lips as she barely caught her balance.

(Y/N)’s breath caught in her throat.

The mystery woman’s hair was short, slightly curling in at the ends towards her face. A pair of rounded square glasses sat on the bridge of her nose, the wide black frames slowly slipping down her face. As she stumbled across the stage, a few loose papers flew from the large stack in her arms. She wore a pair of jeans and a dark navy button-up shirt.

She set the stack of papers down on the desk before rushing back to pick up the papers that had fallen in her hurry.

(Y/N) heard a low whistle.

“She’s your type.”

(Y/N) nearly choked, barely covering a cough, “Bill!” She hissed out.

“I’m not wrong. Ditzy, airhead.” As Bill added to the list she counted them off on her fingers.

“Hey!” (Y/N) hissed.

Bill snickered. “You gonna have trouble paying attention?”

“What?”

Bill grinned. “I mean, you’re definitely going to be paying attention to her, but I meant the content of the class.”

A flush spread across (Y/N)’s cheeks. “I—”

“Should I make arrangements for you? Help you get a hot date with the TA?”

(Y/N) managed to huff defiantly, the impact substantially subdued due to her red face. “Oh shut up.”

Professor Caecilius finished rooting through his bag, writing his name across the wide black chalkboard in white chalk, ‘Biology 101’ written beneath. “Due to last-minute reshuffling of staff, you’ll be receiving lecture from Jane Smith. I will be ultimately in charge of the course, but she will be lecturing a sizable portion of it.”

The woman seemed to nearly jump as her name was mentioned while picking up the flyaway papers from the floor. She quickly stood up, facing the students whose attention all shifted to her. Her eyes seemed to dart back to Professor Caecilius before she cleared her throat. “Hello, I’m Jane Smith. I’ll be your lecturer for this semester. I do hope we get on.”

(Y/N) clicked her tongue. The universe must be conspiring against her. There were far too many good qualities about this woman. Cute looks, cute accent, cute demeanor. (Y/N) suppressed a sigh. The least the universe could have done was give her a tolerable professor who was decent at teaching. She didn’t need any more trouble passing bio than she knew she was going to have.

Well, maybe she’d be an asshole when grading. There was always hope for that.

Jane picked up a much smaller stack of paper, significantly more manageable than the entirety of the stack she barged into the room with, and started towards the end of the first row of seats. “Uhmm, I’ll be passing the syllabus out at the end of each row, so please pass it down the rest of the way. Please tell me if there aren’t enough.”

As the stack of papers reached (Y/N), she took one from the stack, passing it along to Bill. (Y/N) flipped through the packet, further deflating. The grading system didn’t seem too unfairly skewed towards exams. Good for her in the sense that she wouldn’t fail and need to retake it if the section wasn’t purely exam-based, but not so great in that it didn’t make the lecturer any less appealing.

(Y/N) slouched in her seat.

“We’ll be going over the syllabus today. I know you’ve received this speech all week, so I’ll make quick work of the basics...”

(Y/N) flipped through the packet occasionally zoning out. At the end of the day, syllabuses were pretty much the same. Go over grading, no eating in class, if you cheat you fail the class and it’s put on your file. Nearly a full hour of the hour and a half lecture time was eaten up by the professor going over the syllabus and answering questions pertaining to it. (Y/N) was slightly surprised that Professor Caecilius managed to wrap up all syllabus related content before the end of the class session. Many other previous professors made no issue of extending deep dives of their syllabus to fill the length of their two or three-hour lecture. Honestly, they could just say use a pen on all assignments in one place instead of reiterating it in every single section of the syllabus.

“Right. Now if there are no more questions, I’m going to have you all turn to your neighbor and introduce yourselves. You will benefit greatly from having connections in this class if you need help when neither I nor Dr. Smith is available.”

As introductory chatter began to break out (Y/N) turned towards Bill, wiggling her eyebrows. “Nice to meet you, beautiful.”

Bill promptly pinched (Y/N)’s nose.

“I camp breeb.”

“You could try not being annoying. That might help your situation.”

“Bub ‘ou lub me anyway.”

“Hmmm. Not totally sure about that.”

Bill let go of her grasp on (Y/N)’s nose and (Y/N) took in an exaggerated breath of air. “I have been freed.”

Bill rolled her eyes, “Maybe go introduce yourself to somebody new. You need more friends anyway.”

(Y/N) blew a raspberry at her so-called friend before turning to her right, the brown woman seated next to (Y/N) wrapping up her conversation with the lanky man seated on her other side. The stranger turned her torso to face (Y/N), chocolate eyes flicking across (Y/N)’s face quickly before extending her hand.

“Hello, I’m Yasmin Khan.”

(Y/N) took her hand in a firm grasp, “I’m (Y/N). Nice to meet you, Yasmin.” (Y/N) shook Yasmin’s hand, “So what are you here for? Major?”

Yasmin scratched the back of her head. “I’m mostly trying to get bio out of the way. I have to take quite a few of these to be a police officer.”

(Y/N)'s eyes lit up in interest, a wide grin on her lips, “A police officer, huh? Well, I think you’d make a fine cop miss Khan.”

She smiled gratefully at the grinning student. “Thanks. How about you?”

(Y/N) chuckled, “Computer science. Hoping to be a software engineer if I make it out of here alive.”

A soft snort left Yasmin. “I feel the two of us are in a similar boat, then. Want to exchange contacts for the semester? I’ve heard good things about this professor, but always a good idea to have a classmate to contact just in case.”

“And here I was thinking I’d have to ask first.”

Yaz just shook her head and smiled as she pulled out her phone, “Oh, actually. While we’re at it, this bloke next to me,” Yasmin lightly batted at the arm of the man next to her, “this is Ryan. He’s mostly here ‘cause I dragged him along.”

(Y/N) waved, “Nice to meet you.”

The man turned from his conversation with the person seated behind him to face (Y/N) briefly, “Nice to meet you, too. Have Yaz give you my contact.” Ryan turned back to his conversation with the brunette man.

Yasmin rolled her eyes, “I’ll give you his number.”

(Y/N) pulled out her phone, reciting the digits for Yasmin to type in. She quickly entered the number, typed a quick message, then sent it to (Y/N)’s phone which pinged lightly as soon as it received the message. As (Y/N) was attaching Yasmin’s name to the phone number, Professor Caecilius drew attention to the front of the room.

“Now wrap up your conversations, I have a few last announcements before I let you all go. I’ve taken the time to gather some campus resources and are in the back of the syllabus packet, but I would highly recommend finding additional resources.” Professor Caecilius approached a podium near the door, a stack of papers sitting atop, “Your first assignment is to fill out a small packet that I have at the front of the room, so take one on your way out. I will be in my office if you have any individual questions. Class dismissed.”

Yasmin turned to (Y/N) “Well, see you next class, yeah?”

(Y/N) grinned loosely, “Yep, see you next class, Yasmin.”

The woman stood up and waved a quick farewell, turning to exit. She joined up with her friend, Ryan already at the end of the row chatting with another man, before leaving the lecture hall.

Students quickly emptied out of the lecture hall, quite a few flocking to Professor Caecilius before he left, taking a copy of the homework packet as they exited the room. The professor announced he would be taking the rest of the questions back at his office, and the small pack of remaining students followed him eagerly out the door. (Y/N) slowly descended the stairs with Bill, in no rush to get to their next classes.

“See, it wasn’t that bad.” Bill raised an eyebrow at her companion,

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “It was syllabus day, the worst offense syllabus day usually has is being boring as all heck.”

Bill sighed as both women reached the bottom of the stairs. She glanced across the stage, lightly nudging (Y/N) with her shoulder. “Gonna shoot your shot?”

“Huh?” (Y/N)’s eyebrows drew together in confusion, turning her head when Bill nodded in a direction across the room. A soft groan followed by a withering glance was aimed at Bill. “You can’t be serious?”

Bill only grinned in return, “I’ll grab you a packet. If nothing else at least introduce yourself. It’s good practice to get in the lecturer’s good books anyways.”

(Y/N) blew a soft raspberry at Bill, a sigh leaving her lips as she trudged towards the woman organizing papers on a wide podium. (Y/N) hesitated before stepping onto the stage, unsure if she should clear her throat or offer some sort of signal that she was going to initiate conversation. She pursed her lips and stepped onto the stage, light, carefully placed steps until she stood approximately two meters away from the assistant professor.

(Y/N) hesitated once more, shook her head, and stepped forward, clearing her throat from behind Jane, “Excuse me?”

A small squeak and a slight jump of Jane’s shoulders followed, “Oh, yes, hold on just a moment.”

Jane tapped the bottom of the stack of papers in her hand against the flat of the desk before turning around. Her eyes seemed to widen as she turned around, fumbling slightly with the papers in her hands.

Easily startled, (Y/N) presumed.

The lecturer seemed to stop, a sort of lost expression painted across her features, eyebrows drawn together. Her gaze flickered back to (Y/N), seemingly lost in thought. Jane quickly snapped out of whatever internal musing she was going through, quickly nodding her head slightly, hand flying up to adjust the temples of her glasses, “I’m Jane.”

“I know,” (Y/N) immediately winced as the words left her mouth. Smooth, (L/N). “You introduced yourself at the beginning of class. Sorry, not good with words.” (Y/N) clarified, “I’m (Y/N).”

Jane chuckled nervously, brushing her hair behind her ear. (Y/N) noticed star-shaped earrings adorning Jane’s ear, the chain connected to a cuff glinting slightly.

Cute.

“Err, well I look forward to the semester.” Unsure what to say, (Y/N) rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly. “Admittedly bio isn’t my strongest subject so I may be coming to office hours quite a bit.”

Jane fiddled with her glasses, eyes darting from the undergrad to the wall, uncertain what to say. Before she had time to process her words mentally, they spilled from her lips, “Well, be like 8.5 percent of the human population’s blood type and B positive.”

(Y/N) blinked. She had no response.

“You know because B positive is—”

“Yeah, I got it.”

(Y/N) bit her lip, trying hard to suppress a smile and a groan. The joke was just so bad.

Jane was back to fiddling with her plastic frames.

Silence.

“Right, I just wanted to introduce myself. I look forward to this semester!” (Y/N) practically shouted before dashing out of the room. (Y/N) caught Jane’s eyes widening in alarm at her sudden exclamation as she rushed out of the room, grabbing Bill’s arm and dragging her along in the process. As soon as (Y/N) made her way into the hall and far enough away from the double doors she groaned.

Bill barely managed to suppress a yelp as (Y/N) grabbed her arm in her rush out the door. As (Y/N)’s brisk pace steadily slowed she loosened her grip on Bill’s arm. Bill raised an eyebrow at (Y/N) as her arm was released, able to walk properly and not being half dragged down the hallway. She matched her steps with her friend.

Bill’s elbow lightly jabbed against (Y/N)’s side. “Smooth.”

“Shut up!” (Y/N) hissed, the burning in her cheeks still not subsided.

How she was going to survive the rest of the semester, (Y/N) had no idea.

Thank you fo reading!!

#dw #fanfic #Doctor Who fanfic #DW fanfic #thirteenth doctor x reader #uni au #bill potts #Yasmin Khan #Ryan Sinclair #twelveth doctor #university au #college au

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im-a-star-boy · 5 years ago

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Charity Gala

Another parksborn fic!!! Yes I know I need a new fandom!!! Will I search for one? Absolutely not!!!!!

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Summary: Peter Parker-Stark, the adopted son of Tony Stark, is brought to his first Charity Galaand he doesn’t enjoy it. But things manage to take a turn for the better when he meets another boy, named Harry.

Word Count: 8,446

Date Of Completion: Thursday, January 9th, 2020 (First fic of the New Decade my guys!!!)

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Peter tightened the tie around his neck. “Is this really necessary, Dad?” He called from the bathroom.

Tony Stark stepped into the bathroom and scoffed at the sloppy bowtie, before stepping over to straighten. “Yes, it is Pete. I know it sucks, but we gotta keep up appearances and you,” He emphasized by tapping his nose lightly, “need the experience.”

Peter rolled his eyes. “I’ve seen galas before though, Dad! They’re really boring.”

“You’ve seen them but you’ve never been to one.” He chided lightly before stepping back.

He analyzed his handiwork on the bowtie before smiling in satisfaction. “Trust me kid, it isn’t that bad.”

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It was that bad. It was so definitely that bad. All the smells, sounds, and sights collided at once, giving Peter a massive headache. Pepper had noticed his suffering and had guided him over to the bar and ordered him an iced lemon water. He had very much appreciated it as he laid back and watched the party continue. There wasn’t much going on, just investors talking to one another. After a moment, a young man approached him. He may have been young, but he was in his late 20’s at best. “Hello there young man, you’re Tony Stark’s kid, right?” He greeted happily.

Peter internally cringed before nodding. “Uhh, yeah? Who’re you?”

The man perked up. “I’m Gaige Thomas, I’m with Perkinson’s, we were hoping to speak to your father if-”

“I don’t know where my dad is. If you wanna talk to him, go find him yourself.” Peter muttered, turning away from him.

“Excuse me?” He forcefully turned Peter’s chair around. “You need to-”

“Hey, screw off!” An unfamiliar voice snapped.

Peter looked up to see a somewhat familiar figure. It was a young boy, around his age. He was tall, black haired, blue eyed, somewhat muscular, definitely good looking. Peter watched as the boy stood in front of him, staring dangerously at Mr. Thomas. The man hesitated before scowling and turned around and walked away. “You okay?” The boy asked, turning to him.

Peter felt his face flush slightly, before he nodded. “Um, yeah. Yeah I’m- I’m okay. Are- are you? Are you okay? I’m- I mean-”

The boy laughed. “I’m fine. That Thomas is a sketchy guy, kind of an asshole. Sorry about him.”

Peter shrugged. “He’s the one being an ass, not you. Thank you.”

The boy sat down beside him. “You’re welcome. I’m Harry.” He said, extending his hand.

Peter smiled. “I’m Peter.” He replied, shaking his hand happily.

Harry grinned. “Two shirley temples, please!” He called to the bartender.

The bartender smiled and nodded, pouring two with an amused grin. He tossed the drinks to them. Harry smiled as he took a sip. “So what’s a cutie like you doing here?” He asked, an amused look on his face.

Peter turned bright red and scooted backwards slightly. “UM-! I-I came here with my dad actually, what about you?”

“Same here.” He replied, an amused look crossing his face.

The two sat in comfortable silence for a moment, drinking the shirley temples. “So what’s your dad do?” Harry asked, finally breaking the silence.

Peter looked up. “Science stuff, mechanical engineering and all that jazz.”

Harry nodded. “Same here. Do you like doing that stuff?” He asked.

Peter nodded. “I like engineering and chemistry, but my favorite is definitely biology. There’s so much that we’re capable of if we figure out how to use our bodies to their full potential. Like being athletic! The only reason people are more athletic, faster runners, stronger physically, is because of their mitochondria count. Cells have thousands of mitochondria- people really underestimate how much is actually packed into our tiny cells. But the more mitochondria you have, the more your body can handle, think of them like batteries! Hundreds of batteries, more power to your device, hundreds of mitochondria, more power to your cells, you know?”

Harry chuckled at his rant. “Yeah, I get it. You’re really into this stuff.” He chuckled.

Peter shrugged. “It’s mostly because of-” He paused for a moment before shrugging. “Nevermind. What about you? Do you like doing this stuff?”

Harry hesitated. “I like engineering, that’s fun to say the least. But I’m always reaching a goal I don’t think I’ll ever achieve.”

Peter laughed gently. “Well you won't get there with that attitude. Keep your head up and you’ll get there eventually!” He encouraged.

Harry smiled slightly. “Thanks.”

Peter grinned. “No problem.”

The two sat in silence again for a moment before Peter straightened up. “So what do you like? Other than work stuff and all that.”

He hummed for a moment. “I like milkshakes.”

“Oh my god you’re lame! What shows, movies, video games, ANYTHING!” Peter shouted playfully.

Harry laughed loudly as Peter sipped his drink. “Okay, well how about this. I like Star Wars.”

“There we go! Progress! I do too.” Peter replied firmly. “What else?”

Harry put his hands up in surrender before humming. “I like musicals, and most of the books by Rick Riordan.”

Peter straightened up. “Have you read the Red Pyramid?”

“Duh, that’s one of my favorites.”

Peter grinned. “I started reading that one a while ago but I haven’t finished it.”

“Have you been to Cup of Joe?” He asked curiously.

Peter shook his head. “No, what is it?”

“It’s a nice coffee shop and lounge. One of those places that has a library in it- god what’re they called-”

Peter shrugged. “A college dorm?”

“Hardy har, they have an actual name, I just cant remember it.” Harry replied sarcastically.

Peter laughed for a moment. “But yeah no, why do you ask? If I’ve been to Cup of Joe?”

“I hang out there a lot. Its a nice cafe, they have good food and drinks.” Harry explained. “I go there to relax for the most part.”

Peter hummed. “Sounds nice there. Maybe I’ll have to hijack your days off.” He joked.

Harry laughed. “I don’t have a problem with that, you’re cute.”

Peter blushed again. “Well you aren’t half bad looking yourself, Harry.” Peter attempted.

Harry made a face before grinning, as the bartender approached. “Refills?” He offered.

“Yes please!” The two replied in unison, before looking at each other and laughing.

The bartender laughed and refilled their drinks. He stopped as he looked at the cherry jar. Most of the juice was out but a few cherries remained. He shrugged and looked at Peter. “Want them?”

Peter nodded excitedly as the bartender laughed and dumped them into his drink. Peter happily reached for a toothpick and stabbed at one, putting it in his mouth happily. “I love maraschino cherries.” He said happily.

Harry laughed as Peter stabbed another one. He pulled the toothpick out with a happy smile. Harry grabbed his hand, catching him off guard, before biting the cherry off the toothpick with a grin. Peter’s face turned red as Harry moved backwards. “Hey, you got all the cherries, you gotta share.” He teased.

Peter flushed and turned away, looking into his drink red-faced. Harry chuckled. “Hey, whaddya say we ditch?”

Peter’s eyes widened as his head snapped up. “W-what?!”

“Oh come on, it’s okay. I ditch these things all the time, nothing bad will happen.” He promised.

Peter stared at him wide-eyed. “Wh- but- my dad, he’ll-”

“Relax. If he gets mad you can blame me. Come on, if you come with me you won’t regret it.” Harry said, a grin crossing his face.

Peter hesitated for a moment before sighing loudly. “Let me finish my drink.”

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Peter hesitated at the doors. Harry stood outside in the crisp autumn air. He had a massive grin on his face and was staring at Peter. “It’s now or never, Pete.”

Peter hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath and following Harry out. “It’s now or never.”

Harry grinned and took Peter’s hand. “Are you ready for the night of your life?” He asked, a smirk crossing his face.

Peter felt his face turn red. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Whatever you want it to. But let’s start with ice cream.” Harry said, pulling him along.

Peter yelped, but followed after Harry with a loud laugh. “Wait up!”

He ran down the streets, racing Harry to the nearest subway stop before nearly falling down the stairs in an attempt to get to the station before Harry. He laughed loudly and leaned against a pillar, catching his breath. Harry was wheezing beside him, holding his sides and gasping for air as he attempted to recollect himself. Peter gasped and sat up straight. “Oh my god that- that was- that was fun.”

Harry laughed. “And the night is just beginning!”

Peter grinned at the taller boy before taking a deep breath as the next subway pulled up. “Come on.” Harry called, stepping onto the subway.

“What? Where’s it going?” Peter asked, running after him.

Harry shrugged. “Haven’t you listened to don’t stop believing? Midnight train going anywhere baby!” He shouted.

Peter laughed, somewhat in hysterics. “You’re kidding! We’re just on a random train?! This thing could be going to Jersey!”

Before Peter could get off, the doors closed, locking them in. “Then we’ll screw around in Jersey Peter, it’ll be fine.” He replied firmly.

Peter stared at him for a moment. “God you’re insane!”

Harry laughed and sat down, motioning for Peter to follow suit. “Who’s your dad anyway?”

Peter raised an eyebrow. “What caused a question like that?”

“Well he must be a stickler to give you this much anxiety.”

Peter shrugged. “It’s Tony Stark.”

Peter watched as Harry’s eyes widened in surprise. “Oh shit.” He said aloud.

Peter raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Oh fuck well this just became much more complicated.”

“What do you mean?” Peter asked, feeling a bit of anxiety.

Harry laughed awkwardly. “My dad’s Norman Osborn.”

Peter froze for a moment before he began to laugh. “Oh my god we are so fucked!”

Harry began laughing as Peter ran his fingers through his hair. “If this is gonna be the last night of our lives, we may as well make it a good one!” Harry yelled decisively as he stood up.

Peter smiled. “I vote ice cream.”

Harry nodded while grinning. Peter stopped for a moment before realizing where he recognized Harry from. Magazines, posters, billboards, news articles, how had he not recognized him before?! He shook his head, deciding not to think about it too hard, before turning to the attractive Osborn beside him. He was much more different than Peter expected him to be. He watched him quietly, before turning to his phone and idley scrolling through Instagram. He wondered if his dad was looking for him, or maybe Pepper. He silently debated on calling her, until the subway came to a stop and Harry spoke. “Come on, let’s see where we ended up.”

Peter looked up to see Harry standing in front of him, with his arm extended, and a grin still plastered on his face. “You don’t ever stop grinning, do you Osborn?” He asked amused, taking his hand.

Harry pulled him up. “Not when I have someone to impress.”

Peter raised an eyebrow. “I’m impressed that you have enough confidence to ditch like this. I’ve heard your dad’s a bit of a… control freak.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “He doesn’t mind if I ditch so long as I show my face a bit and don’t cause trouble.”

Peter stared at him as the taller led him off the subway. “Doesn’t he worry? It doesn’t look like you have an escort or bodyguard. Doesn’t he worry that you’ll get hurt?”

Harry glanced over his shoulder at him, a curious look on his face, before he let out a sigh. “Like I said, he doesn’t care so long as I don’t do anything stupid.”

Peter frowned. “Sounds like he doesn’t care too much.” He mumbled.

Harry turned and gave him a hard glare. Peter put his hands up in surrender. “Woah- I-I didn’t mean to offend you- I just-”

“It’s okay. I get where you’re coming from.” Harry interrupted.

Peter hesitated but nodded. “Okay…”

Harry stopped at the entrance of the subway and pulled out his phone. “Hey siri, directions to the nearest ice cream shop.” He said into the mic, changing the subject.

His phone dinged, before directions appeared. “Hey we’re close to one!” Peter yelped, looking over his shoulder at his phone.

Harry laughed slightly. “And see? We haven’t even left Manhattan.” Harry replied.

Peter stuck his tongue out playfully, before looking at the time. It was 10:30. “Is the ice cream shop even open?” He asked.

Harry nodded. “Yep, one of those late night date places from the looks of it.”

Peter flushed slightly at the idea. It was a date place? He shook off his blush and smiled. “Sounds good!”

The walk there was comfortable, the two telling jokes on the way there and making fun of the names of some businesses. Peter walked aimlessly, rambling on about Star Wars, when Harry grabbed his collar. “We’re here.”

Peter looked up to see a large colorful building with the name “Scoops of Love” plastered onto the front. “Oh.”

Harry chuckled and opened the door for him. “Cuties first.”

Peter raised an eyebrow at the flirt. “Then shouldn’t you be going in?” He attempted.

Harry laughed, a light pink dusting his cheeks. “Wow that was awful.”

When he didn’t budge, Peter rolled his eyes and gave in at the prospects of ice cream. He stepped into the building. It was comfortable, not hot but not cold either, there was a display case with several different flavors of ice cream in tubs. There were booths along the sides of the building and a few two seated tables here and there. There were two girls in the corner chatting, their fingers intertwined as the talked quietly, and a boy and a girl sitting on the other side of the shop. The boy’s eyes were red and he looked like he was holding back tears as the girl comforted him quietly. Harry stepped up to the counter looking at the different ice creams. “C’mon, Pete.” He called softly.

Peter looked up and followed quickly, standing beside Harry wide-eyed. He looked at all the different flavors as Harry made his decision quickly. “I’ll get a bowl of vanilla and carmel please.” He requested politely.

Peter rolled his eyes. “Way to pick the lamest option.”

Harry laughed and nudged him gently. “It tastes good!” He defended.

Peter put his hands up in surrender, before looking back at the options. “Can I get a bowl of chocolate fudge please?” He asked, reaching into his back pocket.

The woman nodded. “Of course, what size?”

“Large.” Both boys replied in unison. They exchanged surprised looks, before chuckling.

Peter pulled out his wallet and began opening it when Harry grabbed his hands. “Stop, I brought you here, I’m paying.” He said, fishing his own wallet out of his pocket.

Peter opened his mouth to argue, but Harry grabbed his wallet and held it over his head as he attempted to fish his debit card out of his own wallet one handed. “Harry!” Peter yelped, jumping up to grab it.

Harry laughed and took a step back. “I’m paying!” He shouted, grabbing his card with his teeth. “Back off!” His shout was muffled as he dropped the card onto the table. “Scan!” He shouted quickly, as he began playing a game of keep-away with Peter’s wallet.

The cashier laughed and quickly scanned his card. When the deed was done, Harry returned Peter’s wallet. “Was that so hard?”

Peter glared at him. “You’re a bad person.”

“All this over what, $20? $10?”

“$15.” The woman cut it, an amused look on her face.

“See? You’re losing your mind over $15. Both of our dads are literal billionaires. Relax.” Harry teased, poking his nose lightly.

Peter moved his head back and barely refrained from hissing at Harry. Instead, he made an irritated face and turned away. “You’re a bad person. A very bad person.” He repeated, a pout on his face.

Harry laughed as the woman handed handed him a receipt and began working on their bowls of ice cream. The two watched quietly as she scooped swiftly, and handed them each the bowl and a spoon. “Caramel Vanilla and Chocolate Fudge.” She said happily.

Peter smiled as he took the styrofoam bowl of chocolate ice cream from the woman's hands. “Thank you!” He replied.

Harry took his bowl and led Peter to a booth beside the windows. The two slid into opposite sides of the booth and grinned. Peter immediately took a spoonful happily. Harry watched amused as Peter dropped his spoon back into the bowl and made a face before swallowing. “Goddamn this is good.” He said, taking in another spoonful.

Harry chuckled gently. “This place has four stars so I’m glad to see it lives up to its reputation.” He acknowledged.

Peter nodded. “I think that review is missing a star.” He snorted, taking another bite.

Harry laughed and began enjoying his own ice cream. Peter sucked in air to say something, but began coughing as he inhaled some ice cream in his mouth. Harry watched him, beginning to panic slightly as Peter coughed loudly and began laughing. "Too much air-"

Harry laughed as Peter leaned back and coughed again, before he cleared his throat. "Are you okay?"

Peter nodded. "Yeah, just dying."

Harry chuckled before smiling. "Hey, if we're gonna keep in touch we should exchange numbers." He sneered.

After a moment of recovering, Peter looked up. "Do, ahem. Do you think that's a good idea? What with our fathers' feud?"

Harry shrugged. "Who said our dads would know?"

"What if they search our phones?"

Harry watched him. "Does your dad search your phone?"

Peter shrugged. "Not really but sometimes. Yeah every now and then…"

Harry frowned. "That's not cool." He replied.

Peter looked at him. "He just does it because he's overprotective."

"Still that's not okay." He repeated.

Peter hesitated and turned away, before looking up. "I mean… maybe. But still I-"

"Let's, let's just forget that for a minute… If your dad catches you it'll be okay. He won't, he wouldn't hurt you, right?" He asked.

Peter stopped and stared at him wide-eyed. "What?! No! Never!" He yelped.

Harry nodded. "Okay that's good, I got worried for a second."

Peter shook his head. "Yeah no, dad would never hurt me." He promised.

Harry nodded quietly as Peter gave him a hesitant look. "Your… your father doesn't hurt you? Does he?" Peter asked quietly.

Harry hesitated but shook his head. "No, I wouldn't say that."

Peter watched him carefully. "He… does he say things?"

Harry didn't reply, but took a spoonful of ice cream. Peter took that as his answer. He stayed silent as he shoveled another spoonful into his mouth. After a few moments of somewhat uncomfortable silence, Peter sat up. "Let's go to Central Park."

Harry looked up and raised an eyebrow. "What now?"

"I've heard Central Park is beautiful at night. Dangerous, but pretty. I can defend us if we get mugged." Peter ranted happily.

Harry laughed, thankful for the change in subject. "You? Defend us? Sorry babe but if you're our only defense, we're gonna die."

Peter laughed, ignoring the comment, and raised an eyebrow. "You don't know what I'm capable of."

Harry rolled his eyes. “Not much what with your size.” He teased.

Peter felt the hairs on his neck raise and a part of him wanted to punt Harry just to prove a point. “You wanna throw hands, Osborn?” He threatened playfully.

Harry chuckled. “I’ll take you on, Stark.” He sneered.

The two boys laughed, an unusual comfort rolling over them. The joking, it was like they’ve known each other forever and they’ve only just met. It didn’t take Harry long to realize it was because they were treating each other like normal human beings, and not the kids of billionaires. If they had started with the godawful formalities, or introduced by their parents, Harry was certain they wouldn’t get along like this. Harry didn’t think about all the times he’d heard his father cursing Stark’s name for whatever reason, and Peter didn’t think about all the times he’d heard his dad complaining about Norman’s manipulative behavior. Right then, it was just the two of them laughing, and enjoying an ice cream together.

Harry looked up to see Peter grinning at him. “Well, come on! These ice creams are in styrofoam bowls, plastic spoons, we already paid, lets go Harry!” He yelped, as an excited look crossed his face.

Harry sputtered as the brunet stood up. “Wait what?! You’re serious?!”

Peter nodded firmly. “You took me away from that stuffy Gala, I’m taking you away from an ice cream shop. Come on, I trusted you, return the favor!”

Harry laughed ridiculously. “You are insane!”

Peter rolled his eyes. “Are you coming or not?”

Harry stood up. “Hell yeah.” And the two were off.

Peter led him to the subway station, happily eating what was left of his ice cream. Harry watched the small brunet fondly as he skipped ahead of them. Peter walked with an extra bounce to his step as he made his way towards the station. Harry followed him closely, eyeing him down happily. Harry was carefully eyeing Peter’s figure. Not only was the boy good looking, he was incredibly kind and smart too. Harry would be lying if he said he wasn’t developing a small crush on him. Even if he’d just met him. “Harry!”

“Hm?”

“You got a little distant there, something on your mind, Osborn?” Peter asked playfully.

Harry shook his head. “Nah, just thinking about something.”

“Well share with the class, what were you thinking about?” Peter pressed.

“That you’re insane for going on a walk in Central Park at,” He paused to check his watch, “11:00 at night.

Peter laughed. “Oh come on. You’re gonna love it, it’s beautiful.”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “You talk like you’ve been there before.”

A smirk crossed Peter’s face. “Maybe I have, maybe I haven’t.”

Harry shook his head. “God it’s a miracle you aren’t dead yet.”

Peter laughed. “You can say that again!”

“It’s a miracle you aren’t dead yet.” He repeated.

The two laughed good naturedly as Peter stepped onto the subway. Harry followed him with a grin. They sat down and smiled, engaging in small talk, occasionally laughing as they ran out of conversation topics. Finally, the train pulled to a stop. The boys were up and off the train in an instant, running to the top of the stairs. “Come on, it’s just a short walk from here.” Peter said, leading the way.

Harry followed happily as Peter began humming a soft tune happily. It was familiar to Harry, he wasn’t quite sure where he’d heard it, but he’s heard it somewhere. As Peter stepped through the gates to Central Park, Harry couldn’t help but pause to admire him. The sky wasn’t clear, it never was in New York City, but the moon had managed to burst through just enough to create a silver halo around Peter, who smiled. He looked up at the moon and Harry felt his entire body shiver. It was like a picture out of a magazine, or a comic, or a photo gallery. Something almost impossible, but yet, here it was. In front of him. He couldn’t help but stare on in amazement.

It was dark, but the moonlight provided a blue-silver glaze over the scenery, as yellow lights from the nearby lampposts cast shadows onto the trees that swayed gently in the wind. In the center of Harry’s vision, stood Peter who was staring up at the moon, a large, gentle smile on his face. The silver moonlight reflected off his fluffy brown hair and his bright green eyes, as his dark smaragdine suit with a dark sapphire vest. He was standing up straight, a kind and confident look on his face. It was like a scene from a movie, and Harry felt breathless.

After a moment, the thick clouds and smog that often covered up the sky took their place in front of the moon, darkening the scenery, breaking the illusion. Peter frown slightly, before turning around. “The moon was really pretty.” Peter said smiling, as he took the chance to throw away the styrofoam bowl and plastic spoon.

“Not as pretty as you were just now…”

Harry froze as he realized what he said, before he flushed and turned away. Peter looked up, and saw his bright red face, and felt his own face begin to burn. He looked down and rubbed the back of his neck and laughed awkwardly. “Uh- heh… umm… thank you…”

Harry’s face turned an even darker shade of red, as he meekly replied, “You’re welcome.” Before stuffing another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. He wasn’t quite finished, since he was a slow eater.

Peter, attempting to shake off his flush, shook his entire body before straightening up. “Come on, I know a really nice place by the lake.”

Harry followed Peter who began treading the walkways, an embarrassed flush still gracing his features as he found the spot he was looking for. He jumped off the path and onto a large rock and began pulling himself up to the flat surface of it, as Harry approached the side. “How the hell did you even do that?!” He shouted, looking over the rough surface.

Peter glanced down before taking a sudden deep breath. “I come up here a lot, I’ve got a technique down.” He replied after a brief hesitation.

Harry raised an eyebrow, before nodding. “Alright then,”

Peter leaned over and reached his arm out, as Harry jumped to place his ice cream on the rock. “Do you trust me?”

Harry stopped half way. “Did you just quote Aladdin?”

Peter began laughing as Harry stared at him ridiculously. “I SWEAR TO GOD STARK, DID YOU JUST FUCKING QUOTE ALADDIN?”

Peter laughed harder and nearly fell off the rock as he grabbed his sides, wheezing. Harry began laughing with him, seeing his hysterics. He rolled his eyes. “Oh my god what the HELL!”

Peter looked up and Harry could see tears of laughter cascading down his cheeks. “OH MY- OH MY GOD YOUR- YOUR FACE WAS-” Peter shouted as uncontrollable laughter erupted from his lips.

Harry laughed as Peter gasped and coughed. “I can’t, I literally can’t. Oh my god, that was priceless.”

He rolled his eyes. “Help me up there you nerd.” He teased playfully.

Peter choked out one more laugh, before reaching over the side and helping Harry up. As Harry was pulled up onto the boulder, he couldn’t help but stop and gaze at the view. It wasn’t very tall, but you could see clearly over the entirety of the lake, and the bright NYC lights that pierced through the veil of trees reflected beautifully off the surface of the water. “This is…”

“Beautiful?” Peter murmured as Harry trailed off. “Yeah… it is.”

Harry turned to say something, but realized Peter was looking at him, a dark blush on his face. “S-Sorry! I-I-”

Harry shook his head. “No, i-it’s alright. I don’t mind.” He stuffed another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth as a weak attempt to cover up his blush.

Peter nodded and avoided his gaze. There were a few moments of silence, before Harry took a breath. “You know, you never gave me your number.”

Peter looked up in surprise. “And you never gave me yours.”

Harry smiled and held out his hand expectantly. Peter rolled his eyes and dug into his pocket for his phone, before handing it to him. Harry handed Peter his own phone so he could put in his number. The two punched in their numbers, when Harry froze. “Your dad’s calling.” He quickly said.

Peter quickly dropped Harry’s phone into his lap, and snatched his own phone back. He fumbled for a moment, before answering the face time. “Peter Benjamin Parker-Stark where the hell are you?”

“Uhhh… hi dad-”

“Where are you.” His father emphasized every word.

To say he looked upset was an understatement. He felt a cold chill run up his spine, before he turned to Harry. “Ummm… I ditched.” He admitted, turning back to his dad.

A startled look crossed his father’s face. “Are… you mad?”

“Not mad, just… surprised, and- YES ACTUALLY I AM MAD!” He shouted, after his confused expression disappeared. “YOU SHOULD’VE TOLD ME THAT YOU WANTED TO LEAVE! WE WOULD’VE LEFT! YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE GONE OFF ON YOUR OWN, YOU COULD-”

“Tony, calm down.” The familiar voice of Pepper broke through. “He’s taking after you.”

There were a few moments of silence as Tony was staring off-screen, whispering violently and looking very unhappy. “Peter, where are you. We’re coming to pick you up.”

Peter hesitated for a moment. He was having fun, he didn’t want to go! Not yet… “I-I’m staying the night at Aunt May’s.” He finally lied.

“Who’s with you?” Pepper asked.

Peter perked up, slightly surprised. “W-what? N-nobody, why do you think someone’s with me?”

“You keep glancing off screen, you’re with someone.” Pepper pressed playfully.

Peter hesitated, before turning the camera to Harry, who was mid-bite of his ice cream. “Uhh… hi.” He said through the mouthful.

“Peter is that Harry fucking Osborn.”

“Uhhh… in my defense I didn’t know it was him when I first met him.”

“You left your very first Charity Gala, with an Osborn.” His father replied slowly.

Peter hesitated before nodding. “Yeeesssss?”

“Peter, tell me where you are, I’m having Happy drive you home.”

Peter gave Harry a panicked look, who just shrugged, looking alarmed. In a rush of panic, Peter hung up. He stared at his phone for a moment, before screaming. Harry’s eyes widened as Peter struggled to turn off his location, as he looked up wide-eyed. “Please tell me you have a pocket knife or SOMETHING.”

Harry stared at him in disbelief. “Why?”

“I NEED IT!” Peter wailed.

Harry scrambled to reach into his pocket, before pulling out a nail file. “Will this work?”

Peter quickly grabbed it and opened up the back of his phone, pulling out the battery, and taking off the secondary casing, revealing the circuit board. He searched in a panic for a moment, before using the nail file to wrench out a small chip. He dropped it in his hand and returned the casings back to his phone, and chucked the chip into the water. “What the hell was that?” Harry asked as Peter let out a loud sigh.

“My dad’s gonna be tracking my phone, come on, we gotta run before he gets the suit. I just took out the tracker.”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “You have a tracker in your phone?”

“Every phone does. My dad just has access to it even when it’s offline.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Overbearing much?”

“We gotta run before he gets here- come on!” Peter shouted, leaping off the rock.

Harry shouted in alarm, grabbing what was left of his ice cream, and running after Peter. The two began sprinting away. Harry dropped his finally empty bowl and spoon into a trash can as they fled the scene. “Where do we go?!” Harry screamed.

“ANYWHERE BUT HERE!” Peter yelled happily, running through the gates with a carefree and amused look on his face.

Harry laughed loudly, attempting to keep up. “YOU WANNA GO ON A DATE?” He shouted loudly as the two reached the streets, but continued running down the walkway.

Peter gasped at the question but nodded. “OKAY!”

Harry ran to catch up with Peter, who was far ahead of him. After a bit, Peter nearly collapsed against a wall, gasping for air. Harry staggered to his side. “God, for a small guy you can RUN.” Harry shouted through his laughter.

Peter laughed along good-naturedly, but it sounded more like a wheeze than a laugh. Harry laughed and smiled at Peter. “I was being serious.” He managed to get out.

Peter smiled back. “And so was I.”

The two stopped breathing for just a moment to stare at each other, before laughing happily in unison. "So when… when do you wanna go on a date?"

Harry shrugged. "Right now?"

Peter laughed. "Wait, seriously?"

Harry shrugged. "Sounds like your dad's gonna kill you the second he sees you, I wanna be able to do this before you're six feet under." He teased playfully.

Peter shook his head. "You know what? This night has already been a chaotic mess. What's the worst that could happen." He decided.

Harry grinned. "Plus it's not like he'll tear down a movie theater to find us."

"Oh, so we're going to the movies?"

Harry nodded. "Cliché, but fun nonetheless." He replied.

"That's true." Peter resigned.

Harry chuckled lightly before going silent to finish catching his breath. After a few moments, Harry stepped forward and grabbed Peter's hand. "Come on, let's go see what the theaters got."

Peter flushed lightly as Harry squeezed his hand lightly and pulled him along to the nearest theater. It was a relatively long walk, but Peter didn't mind. Harry's hands were unusually warm for the chilly air. It was comforting and Peter couldn't help but trust him wholeheartedly. When they arrived at the theater, Peter smiled. Harry led him to the counter where a girl, probably just a year or so older than them, looked up from her phone. She straightened and smiled. "Hey, how can I help you two?"

Harry smiled and looked at the screen that was displaying the movies and their showtimes. The only one that would be on within the hour was Frozen 2. He nudged Peter lightly. “Wanna watch Frozen 2?” He said in a joking tone.

Peter laughed. “Anything to avoid dying by my father’s hand. Sure.”

Harry snickered. “Two tickets to Frozen 2 I guess.”

The girl sighed and printed the tickets out. “Do you want anything to eat?”

Harry looked to Peter. “Still hungry?”

Peter nodded. “Yeah, I was planning on eating at the Gala, but you pulled me away you jerk.”

Harry laughed at the comment. “Fine, what do you want?”

“Pretzel.”

“Alright. We’ll get two pretzels then, with cheese, a large bucket of popcorn,” He glanced momentarily at Peter, before chuckling, “four bags of twizzlers, and two drinks.”

Peter’s eyes widened. “Why are we getting four bags of twizzlers, Harry?” He asked in a deadpan tone.

“Snacks. If we’re facing death we may as well die happy.” He remarked.

Peter stopped. “You have a point. Order away.”

“Well if you’re gonna be like that, we’ll also get four bags of skittles.”

Peter began giggling as the girl stared at him in disbelief. “Wha...what drinks do you want.” She finally said, after recovering herself.

“I’ll take a root beer. Peter?”

“I’ll get an orange soda please!”

The girl shook her head, before turning to her coworker who was laying in the back. “JEFFRIES!” She shouted, catching the boy off guard. “We got an order!”

Peter pulled out his credit card, attempting to pay, when Harry smacked his hand away again. “Stop! I asked you out, I’m paying!”

“But-”

“It’s my dad’s card anyway, relax, it’s okay. Let me pay.” Harry demanded.

Peter hesitated, about to argue again, before remembering what Harry had said about his father before. “Lets get so much shit his card gets cancelled.” Peter decided aloud.

Harry began laughing. “We are not driving my father’s business into the ground.”

Peter laughed along as the girl and her coworker, Jeffries apparently, began working on their ridiculously sized order. After a few minutes, they had all the food handed to them. Peter couldn’t help but laugh as he stumbled into the showing room and found a good seat. The room was relatively empty since how late it was. Peter made himself comfortable in the cold room as Harry settled down beside him, distributing drinks, candies, and pretzels with cheese. A chill ran up Peter’s spine. It was colder in the theater than it was outside and Peter wasn’t enjoying that.

As the movie began, Peter found himself gravitating towards Harry and pressing into his side, enjoying the warmth. He smiled as he snacked on the twizzlers first. By the end of the movie, the two were practically cuddling, with Harry’s arm wrapped around Peter’s shoulder as he rested his head on top of Peter’s, who was as close as the chair would allow him to be. When the credits appeared and the lights turned back on, Peter felt himself burn at the closeness of him and Harry. Harry released him after a moment and laughed awkwardly. “Sorry, I-”

“It’s okay, i-it was cold anyway.” Peter interrupted, his face bright red.

Harry smiled and looked down awkwardly. “We still have a few snacks leftovers. Wanna get refills and watch another movie?” He asked.

Peter smiled. “Okay.”

.oOo.oOo.oOo.

The two boys had watched two more movies after that, before realizing it was 4 in the morning. Peter had decided to go to Aunt May’s house, just like he told Tony he would, and Harry was walking him home. Harry walked beside him. They had taken the subway, but now they had to walk to a bus stop and take the bus. Peter sighed fondly. “Harry Osborn, that was one of the best nights of my life. And I have lived through many nights.”

Harry chuckled. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, Peter. We should definitely do it again.”

Peter snorted. “Agreed.”

The two walked in silence as they sat down at the bus stop. “So, on a scale of 1 to 100, how upset do you expect your father to be when you get home?” Harry asked.

Peter immediately laughed. “Somewhere in the upper 7,000 range.”

Harry chuckled along with him, before sighing. “Damn, and I was hoping for a second date.”

Peter flushed lightly at that. “Well then I guess I’ll have to systematically avoid him for as long as it takes for him to calm down.”

Harry looked up and chuckled as a bus pulled up to the stop. The two stood up and boarded the bus, sitting comfortably in the front seats. There was nobody there other than one or two businessmen preparing for the day, looking tired. Peter leaned into Harry, it had become somewhat of a habit over the course of the night. Harry looked down at Peter. “You know, I think this has also been one of the best nights of my life too.”

Peter felt a grin grow on his face. “Is that so, Osborn?”

Harry chuckled. “That it has. I think only one thing could top this night off.”

Peter raised an eyebrow. “And what would that be?”

Harry turned to him slowly, a small smile crossing his face, before leaning forward. Peter felt his heart jump as Harry’s lips connected with his own. He almost forgot to kiss back as the realization set in. He began kissing back, slowly at first, before deepening the kiss. He felt Harry cup the back of his head with his hands, before the two pulled away for air. Peter took a deep breath and he felt Harry’s breath on his lips. “Damn you’re a good kisser.” He whispered.

“You are too…” Peter whispered back.

He had barely gotten the sentence out when their lips were connected again, the kiss being much more hot and heavy this time. They were leaning into each other, hands trailing over each others bodies as the kiss grew deeper and deeper by the moment.

The two were finally pulled out of their imagination when the bus stopped. Peter jumped and looked around, wide-eyed and flustered. The two were gasping for breath as the doors opened and Peter cursed. “This is my stop.”

Harry stood up and helped Peter off the bus. Peter began leading the way back to his house, and stopped in front of the large building. “I’ll walk you the rest of the way…” Harry stuttered, embarrassed from their makeout session.

Peter nodded, still flustered, before beginning to show him the way to his house. After reaching it, Peter laughed awkwardly. “Uhh, you know, umm… It’s pretty late and… your father… do you, umm… doyouwannastaythenight?” Peter squeaked, flustered.

Harry felt his face burn bright red and Peter saw his somewhat stunned expression. “NO NOT LIKE THAT- I MEAN- IT’S LATE OUT AND I’D HATE FOR YOU TO GO HOME AT THIS TIME!” Peter yelped, his face turned even redder.

Harry laughed, feeling his own blush grow. “Y-yeah! I mean, yeah, I’ll just… I’ll just stay for a bit and I can… go home later.”

Peter nodded. “Okay… Yeah, okay.”

He unlocked the doors and let Harry in first, his flush never disappearing. Peter stepped upstairs before sighing loudly and rubbing the back of his neck. “I, umm… I have some t-shirts and sweatpants you can wear, I’d hate to let you sleep in these stuffy suits.”

Harry nodded. “Alright, thank you.” He replied, as Peter began digging in his drawers. He pulled out a black long sleeved shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants and handed them to Harry.

“The bathroom is down the hall just before the stairs to the left.” Peter mumbled, trying to hide his blush.

Harry nodded and thanked him, and quickly made his way down the hallway. He changed and was somewhat alarmed at how comfortable the clothes were. He found himself nestling into the clothing. They were soft and freshly washed by the smell of them. He picked up his suit, folding it neatly, and exited the bathroom, making his way back towards Peter’s room. He knocked lightly and heard a small, “Come in.”

He stepped through and froze when he saw Peter standing there in a light blue t-shirt and a pair of oversized sweatpants that he would almost certainly trip over. He blushed at the sight and smiled lightly. “Hey there…” He whispered.

Peter smiled, a flush crossing his face that was thankfully hidden by the shadows. “Hi…”

He coughed as a weak attempt to hide his embarrassment, before moving towards his bed and patting beside him lightly. Harry stepped towards him and smiled. “Are you sure this is okay?” He asked, setting his suit down on an empty space on the dresser, before sitting beside him.

Peter smiled and nodded. “Yeah, it’s alright.”

Harry smiled and flushed, before looking down. “Alright, umm…”

Harry felt Peter touch his cheek, turning his head, and press a kiss to his lips. Harry felt a jolt of electricity run through him and kissed back. The kiss quickly deepened and Harry found himself gently pushing Peter down, pinning him to the bed. Peter moaned softly into the kiss as Harry rubbed his crotch gently with his knee and straddled him, deepening the kiss even further. Harry stopped when he felt Peter’s hand press against his chest, pushing him back lightly. He pulled away and looked down at Peter. He was flustered and obviously embarrassed, avoiding his gaze. “I-I think… I don’t think it’s a good idea to do...that. I mean I-I just met you today and-”

Harry immediately pushed himself off of Peter. “Oh my god I’m so sorry- I didn’t realize what I-”

“It’s okay- it’s not that I didn’t like it I just-”

Peter and Harry both went silent, staring at each other with flustered expressions. “I’m sorry.” They both replied in unison.

Harry straightened. “Don’t you dare apologize, I was the one pushing you to do… that. It’s okay if you don’t want to, I did just meet you earlier today.”

Peter nodded. “I was the one who initiated the kiss. It's alright.” He said, trailing off quietly. Finally, Peter began laughing and hiding his face. “Oh god this is so weird now.”

Harry laughed awkwardly beside him. “I mean, do you want me to sleep on the floor?”

“No! We can still share the bed, I just-- god. I’m sorry if I made it weird.”

Harry immediately shook his head. “Stop apologizing, I don’t wanna do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”

Peter smiled lightly. “Thank you.” He murmured.

“It’s okay. And if you don’t want me to sleep up here, I’m just fine with moving to the floor.”

Peter shook his head. “No, I don’t mind, just no touching in weird spots.”

Harry smiled and nodded. “Those are terms I can comply with.”

Peter let out a small sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

The brunet chuckled softly. “So, shall we sleep?”

Harry chuckled along. “We shall.”

.oOo.oOo.oOo.

Peter felt himself begin to wake. He opened his eyes slowly and blinked rapidly. It was dark in his room, the curtains were drawn shut and the christmas lights that lined the walls were off. He took a deep breath through his nose and sat up, rubbing his eyes with his palms for a moment. He looked around his room and did a double take when he saw Harry asleep beside him. He felt his face begin to burn red and he turned to his alarm clock, which read 12:43pm. He rubbed his eyes again, checked his phone, and felt his heart sink. 132 missed texts from several people and 59 missed calls. “Oh my god I am actually going to die.” He stood up, careful not to wake the sleeping Osborn, and crept across the room to the hallway.

He closed the door quietly and stepped out of the room. He stepped down the stairs and saw Aunt May in the kitchen on the phone. She looked up and smiled knowingly. “I gotta go, bye.” She hung up.

“So? How was your night out?” She asked playfully.

Peter felt his face burn. “It was… It was good. How- how was- how was your day?” He stuttered.

May grinned lightly. “My day was fine. Your father got a little worried when you threw away the tracker.”

Peter buried his face in his hands. “He’s gonna kill me, May. Please don’t let him end my life.” He wailed into his hands.

May laughed. “Don’t worry Peter, he’s just worried about you. I called him and told him you made it home safe. And no, he doesn’t know anything about Harry Osborn sleeping next to you.”

Peter sagged with relief. “God I’m actually going to die May, he’s gonna kill me!”

May laughed. “Go to Pepper first, she’ll be able to calm him down. It’ll be fine.” She reassured.

Peter whined sadly before looking down at his phone. May pat his head lightly. “I’m glad you woke up before I went to work.” She hummed lightly.

Peter smiled softly. “I’m glad I did too. You have a good day Aunt May.” He said as she kissed his cheek, before leaving the house.

He stared after her, smiling, before turning to the cabinet. He pulled out a box of wheatcakes and a bowl and began making them. Peter hummed softly as he mixed the batter and dropped a bit onto the greased pan, which sat over the burning flame. He quickly turned and grabbed a plate out of the cupboard and returned to the stove, flipping the wheatcakes. He hummed a soft tune as he made cooked all the batter into something like 23 wheatcakes. He laughed at how overboard he had gone, but he didn’t mind much as he stored several of them in a tupperware and put them into the fridge to reheat later.

He heard footsteps behind him and looked up to see Harry standing there, looking slightly confused and curious. “Hey Harry.” He said, waving the spatula with a smile.

Harry raised an eyebrow. “Hello there?” He said, seeming confused.

Peter laughed and pointed to the wheatcakes. “Breakfast! Well, lunch. Brunch!”

Harry laughed. “You made pancakes?”

Peter glared at him. “Don’t you dare ever utter those words in front of me ever again.” Peter warned.

Harry sputtered. “What?! What words!?”

“Pancakes! Never say that cursed word ever again!”

“What?! Why?” Harry demanded playfully.

"Its awful! They're called wheatcakes." Peter demanded firmly.

Harry stared at him in disbelief. "They're pancakes, Peter!" He shouted.

Peter whipped around and chucked the spatula at him. "HUSH!"

Harry mock-screamed as the spatula bounced off him onto the floor. He gasped loudly. "Did you just throw a goddamn spatula at me?!" He screamed in faux anger.

Peter glared at him, barely biting back a grin. "Yeah? What're ya gonna do about it?"

"We're breaking up."

Peter slapped his chest and yelled, "Noooo! The only relationship I've ever been in!"

The two stopped and laugh, a light blush crossing both of their faces. "How many do you want?" Peter asked, turning to the plate.

Harry smiled. "Three please."

Peter smiled as Harry sat down. Peter smiled and used a fork to put three wheatcakes on the plate. “Butter? Syrup?” Peter offered.

Harry smiled and nodded. “Yeah, both please.”

Peter used the fork to cut a slice of butter and threw the slice onto the wheatcakes, and handed him the syrup, before leaving the fork on his plate. “Enjoy.” He said grinning, before getting his own plate.

Harry thanked him as Peter made his own plate. After placing 5 pancakes on his plate, he drenched them in syrup and sat beside Harry and began eating happily. Harry raised an eyebrow at his large plate. “How do you eat so much and keep that figure of yours?” Harry asked teasingly.

Peter flushed and replied, “I have a fast metabolism,” He explained.

Harry nodded and continued eating. The two engaged in small talk, learning more about each other, and chatting lightly, before Harry sighed. “I should probably head home.” He said, taking his now empty plate and rinsing it off in the sink. “It was really nice to meet you, Peter, and I was hoping, maybe we could have a more official date, say, this upcoming Friday?”

Peter felt his heart jump in his chest and he nodded. “Alright, yeah, that sounds great!” He said, a smile crossing his face.

Harry grinned. “Alright, let me go get my suit and I’ll be out of your hair.”

Peter smiled and watched him disappear upstairs. He pulled out his phone and tapped the familiar icon. His phone rang for a moment, before he heard a familiar voice answer. “Hello?”

“Hey Pepper, do you think you could help me with something real quick?”

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technology-advisor · 4 years ago

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6Technological Advancements in Medical fields that will Revolutionize the Future

Our modern life is more comfortable because of technology. f we want our daily life to be more comfortable, then technological advancements are most important. In recent years, technological advancements in the medical field give us hope to live without anxiety. Today we will discuss five technological advancements in medical fields that will revolutionize the future.

GENETIC EDITING

Treatments for genetically based diseases

When Chinese scientist He Jianku announced in November that he had manipulated twins’ DNA to not develop AIDS, all alarms went off. The situation imagined by many science fiction authors had materialized. Technology always advances at more speed than social debate and legislation. The use in human embryos of the genetic editing technique used by He, known as CRISPR/Cas9 or simply CRISPR, is heavily regulated. It allows DNA fragments to be cut and pasted at will and has been available since 2012. Besides, as it is cheap and straightforward, it is used in any laboratory that needs it, representing a breakthrough.

CRISPR technology’s main limitation is the lack of control over process errors, leading to unwanted genetic variations. According to Lluís Montoliu, a researcher at the CSIC’s National Centre for Biotechnology, “cutting can be controlled very well in the DNA sequence, but the same cannot yet be done with the repair.”

Drug development

Despite these limitations, this technique has already revolutionized biomedical research. It will continue to do so in the future, particularly in drug development and the treatment of diseases caused by genetic alterations. It is estimated that a single mutation causes about 10,000 diseases, so the technique’s potential is enormous. “All genetically based diseases are likely to be treated with CRISPR -says Montoliu-, although there are cases in which it can be easier or more difficult.”

Genetic editing allows, for example, to enhance a research technique known as knockout screening. By altering a gene, you can check what effects it causes, which can be used to identify targets for new drugs. Another thing that can be done is to solve resistance problems with certain medications. Gene silence allows us to see what genetic conditions cells are most sensitive to treatment so that compounds can be designed that act on the proteins produced thanks to the genes involved in resistance. This could improve, for example, chemotherapy in cases of pancreatic cancer. Another application of genetic editing is the possibility of introducing in mice the mutations that cause disease in a specific patient. Thus, treatments and ways to relieve symptoms can be tested accurately and personally.

But perhaps the area in which CRISPR technology is most promising is gene therapy. One way to implement this therapy is to extract the patient’s cells, edit them, select those that have not suffered any unwanted alteration, and re-inject them to the patient with the security that will not cause any unforeseen effect. This is already being used to treat blood diseases such as sickle cell anaemia and beta-thalassemia and boost immunotherapy in cancer cases. And it is expected that in the future this range of conditions will be expanded.

Clinical trials are also being carried out today to treat genetic diseases that affect sight. In this case, genetic editing tools are introduced directly into the eye. In this sense, explains Montoliu, “the eye is an accessible organ, which is isolated from the rest of the body and in which these therapies have already been tested, so doing so is relatively safe.”

ASSISTED REPRODUCTION

Three-person DNA embryos to treat infertility

Some arising from delayed maternity problems are forcing innovation in assisted reproduction treatments, increasing the effectiveness of treatments, and reducing their side effects. One of the main lines of research involves optimizing results. The success rate of embryo implantation is 30%, which can grow to 60% with a genetic diagnosis. “The personalization of reproductive medicine – with genetic diagnosis to determine which are the best embryos or with a genetic profile of the uterus to know what is the best time to transfer them – allows to increase the implantation rates,” explains Xavier Santamaria, Igenomix researcher and deputy scientific director of IVI, who augurs that in ten years it will be possible to reach “implementation rates of 90%”.

Other research lines have to do with tissue regeneration, big data, or ovarian rejuvenation. The most revolutionary is the nuclear transfer technique or maternal spindle transfer, which is popularly referred to as the embryo of three genetic parents. It uses the DNA of three people. It is about extracting the nucleus from the mother’s egg and introducing it into the donor’s egg, from which the original nucleus has previously been extracted. The result is an egg with the cytoplasm free of defective mitochondria and a nucleus with the mother’s inheritance. It is then fertilized in vitro with the father’s sperm and implanted in the mother’s uterus. This technique, however, has only been used within the framework of clinical trials. The United Kingdom was the first country to give the green light to prevent the transmission of mitochondrial diseases. The world’s first baby conceived like this was born in 2016 in Mexico. The novelty is that it has now been used not to prevent disease but to solve infertility problems: on April 9, the first child was born in Athens thanks to the collaboration of the Institute of Life assisted reproduction centre in Athens and Embryotools, the company based at the Barcelona Science Park that has developed the technique. “It has an important application because many couples with fertility problems now have no solution unless it is with conventional oocyte donation. It works very well, but genetically these babies are not related to the mother, which causes couples difficulty accepting it,” says Nuno Costa-Borges, scientific director of Embryotools. The child resulting from this assisted reproduction technique is related to the biological father and mother by more than 99% since the donor only provides mitochondrial DNA, which accounts for less than 1% of the cell. That is why Costa-Borges refuses to talk about “children of three parents” because it “leads to confusion.”

Ethical debate

However, the technique is still in the experimental period – the pilot trial is being conducted in Greece – and it would take the endorsement of the National Commission for Assisted Human Reproduction to apply it in Spain. It is a technique not without controversy since many of these fertility problems could be solved with donated eggs without the need to modify them to introduce the mother’s nuclear DNA. Besides, some voices warn that the baby’s consequences are unknown, although Costa-Borges assures that the former has been born healthy. “Science is advancing faster than laws, and it is important that Spain, a leading country in egg donation, can allow it in a regulated area,” he says. In any case, it cannot be incorporated into clinical practice overnight, as special technology and training are needed.

TISSUE BIOPRINTING

Custom fabrics thanks to bioprinting

At present, the only known cases of organs printed in the laboratory and successfully implanted in people are those of five Chinese children affected by microtia, a deformation of the ear of genetic origin. A team of Chinese scientists explained a year ago that they had managed to combine 3D printing with cultivation techniques to generate ears that they successfully implanted in five cases.

Although we are still far from creating organs such as kidneys in the laboratory and transplanting them into a person, current tissue printing technology opens up a set of new applications. First, it is now possible to recreate patients’ laboratory tissues from images of the real tissue. This allows complicated testing surgeries in the laboratory so that when the patient intervenes, the procedure is safer. It is being done thanks to the new bioengineering departments in hospitals such as Sant Joan de Déu or Clínic de Barcelona and is expected to increase.

This technology also creates low-vascularized body parts, such as heart valves, skin, tendons, and cartilage. These objects are printed with an ink that mimics the protein structure of real tissue. In the case of heart valves and tendons, they are already being tested in mice. “We can do it thanks to all the basic research on these tissues that have been developed over the last few years,” explains Núria Montserrat, a researcher at the Institute for Bioengineering of Catalonia (IBEC).

Thanks to this knowledge, in the future personalized tissues, can be printed from real images of the tissue to be regenerated so that the fit between the implant and the receiving organism improves considerably. In this sense, Montserrat and her team also work to obtain materials with which fabrics that do not generate rejection can be printed when they are implanted.

Bioprinting also opens a new pathway in drug testing. There are already companies that print tissues such as the liver, in which the toxicity of certain drugs can be studied so that, in the future, the process of creation and pharmacological trial can be shortened.

MICROBIOTA AND IMMUNE SYSTEM

Modulation of the body’s defence system

In recent years, the set of microorganisms that live in the guts, especially bacteria, has a significant impact on health. Known as microbiota, they help develop the guts’ anatomy, stimulate the immune system of babies, participate in food digestion and vitamin production, and play an essential role in assimilating drugs. The study of the relationship between the microbiota and the immune system is an incipient field of research that can improve vaccine efficiency, cancer treatments, allergies, and autoimmune diseases.

“We are starting to see a relationship between the immune system response and the nature of the microbiota,” explains Roger Paredes, a researcher at the IrsiCaixa AIDS Research Institute. For example, in mice, it has already been observed that there are eleven species of bacteria that stimulate an immune response capable of fighting HIV and some cancers. According to the researcher, “moving from mice to humans is complicated, but this knowledge is promising.”

Scientists’ idea is to modulate the immune system response depending on the disease by administrationing the good bacteria. In this way, this response could be intensified in cases of infections and cancer and attenuate it in allergies and autoimmune diseases. “We’re talking about bacteria that still can’t be bought in pharmacies,” Paredes clarifies. The research carried out so far in the laboratories opens up new and exciting perspectives.

CELL THERAPY LULAR FOR CANCER

CAR-T, a promising strategy to treat leukaemias

Car-T cell therapy (Chimeric Antigen Receptor T-Cells) has been a “step forward” in curing certain haematological cancers but has not yet developed its full potential. “We have not removed all the juice,” acknowledges Josep Maria Ribera, head of haematology at the Catalan Institute of Oncology (ICO) Badalona and expert in cell therapy. CAR-T cell therapy consists of genetically modifying the cells of the same patient’s immune system to make them recognize and attack tumour cells. A specific type of cells are selected, T lymphocytes – immune system cells extracted from the patient’s blood and treated to introduce genes made into the laboratory, which act as a kind of “weapon” to specifically identify tumour cells attack them more aggressively. “We modify them to destroy tumour cells,” explains Ribera. These modified cells are siphoned to the patient intravenously.

When all options failed

This therapeutic strategy brings together one of the three most cutting-edge lines in the approach to cancer: immunotherapy, targeted therapy, and genetic editing. And it has become one of the most promising therapeutic approaches for haematological cancers -basically lymphoma, acute lymphoblastic leukemia, and myeloma-. The challenge is that it can be transferred to solid tumours. CAR-T therapy is reserved for cases where the rest of the treatments have failed because, as Ribera acknowledges, it has “lights and shadows.” On the one hand, it has proven very useful in the short term, but it plays against its toxicity, and that there is still a lack of data to determine its long-term effectiveness. “We are seeing patients relapsing, and that makes us think it is not the ultimate weapon. It is effective and has a great future, it will be an advantage for many patients, but from here to cure cancer, there is still a long way”.

Ribera calls the advance “substantial” – especially since it is a hope for patients who could only be offered palliative care – but says it will have to be time to say if it is a revolution. “The possibility of development is immense, but I trust more in the CAR-T of the future than in those of the present. The story of the CAR-T is yet to be written; we have only begun it,” he concludes.

‘BIG DATA’ AND VIRTUAL REALITY

Artificial intelligence to help the doctor decide

“There is no other sector in which data generation is as high and goes at as much speed as medicine,” says Carolina García Vidal, a specialist in the infectious diseases service at Hospital Clínic. And now, this data can already be used for the benefit of the patient. “Artificial intelligence is present, and the creation of automated algorithms helps us to make clinical decisions,” explains García Vidal, who highlights that it is an “innovative” approach. “We are able to use large volumes of data from electronic clinical histories to create algorithms for predicting what will happen to our patients,” he adds. An example is the algorithm they have created to predict with a reliability of 98% which cancer patients will develop infections by multiresistant microorganisms and which will not, which allows to adjust the initial treatments to the real need and minimize side effects. It is estimated that one in four of these patients with multiresistant infection receives incorrect treatment. This figure is reduced to 2% with the algorithm, resulting in reduced antibiotic consumption, less toxicity, and lower economic costs.

Artificial intelligence also has applications in imaging techniques. There are experiences to diagnose skin, breast, and lung tumours and eye diseases or interpret scanners or resonances. For García Vidal, this is the beginning of a story that will “revolutionize medicine,” since now the prediction of the patient’s evolution is based on experience and what the medical literature says. At the same time, “in the future-present, we will have a lot of data processed by artificial intelligence that will make accurate predictions and personalized treatments.” They will not replace; however, the doctors: “They will complement the doctor’s mind; they will make our lives easier.”

Virtual reality to reduce pain Another example of technology applied to medicine is virtual reality to reduce patients’ pain and distress when faced with medical procedures such as surgical intervention. The Hospital Mútua de Terrassa has done a pilot test to reduce cancer patients’ pain when they leave the operating room, and the SJD Barcelona Children’s Hospital uses it for children who undergo magnetic resonances. Immersive technology has a promising potential as a painkiller effect and is also a useful tool for treating phobias, as they do at the Quirón Dexeus University

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bangtansmauyeondan · 2 years ago

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MIDNIGHT’S MINUET - Part 25 Finale (2 of 2): Something New (Images after Text)

Pairing: Yoongi x Fem Reader

Genre: Strangers to Enemies to Friends to ???, social media au, chef au, musician au, slow burn, fluff, implied smut, angst, slight crack, and drama.

SERIES TAGLIST: @sugakookies0613 @pinkseokchim @superrmins @belladaises @potatoandfries @cherrybubblesandvodka @sope-and-shine @juju-227592

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A/N - Here it is! The FINAL chapter! Thank you everyone for sticking with this couple until the end! I know I fell off the radar for a bit, but I just had so many things on my plate. I am back though! So please look forward to my new series and two other fics coming up that are both part of a network collab. I hope you enjoy this last chapter! Tell me what you think!

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It’s been an hour since Yoongi has left after getting the call from Jimin. Namjoon and Jelena decided to stay at his apartment and tidy up a bit, before hanging out on his couch, waiting to hear from him.

“Joon, do you think I should call Yoongi? Check in with him and Chef YN, you know?” Jelena asks nervously, chewing on her lower lip.

“No, let them be,” Namjoon replies, pulling her close. “It’s not your fault. It was a misunderstanding.” He assures her. “Besides, what if she gets the wrong message again when she sees your call?”

“You’re right.” She sighs. “I just feel bad, you know. Especially knowing that they have something going on.”

“Why do you feel bad? It’s okay, I’m sure Yoongi understands.”

“Seokjin and Yoongi– I have known them for a long time already. Both brothers are quite a handful, I tell you that. So, knowing that Yoongi has finally found someone worth his time, it’s quite exciting to me, you know? So I feel bad, especially with her knowing about how I used to like him.”

Namjoon rubs her arm up and down before kissing the top of her head. “It’s Yoongi hyung… he’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”

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“Jelena and I— there’s nothing going on between us.”

There’s a beat of silence before you respond.

“It’s okay, Yoongi,” you sigh. “You don’t need to explain anything. I’m–”

“No, but I want to.” Yoongi insists. “Jelena is in a relationship, yes; she’s in my apartment because yes, she’s on a date…” Yoongi picks up on the way you scoff and shake your head lightly, disbelief apparent over what you’re hearing. “But not with me, YN…”

You pinch the bridge of your nose and shut your eyes, seemingly in deep thought and Yoongi stops himself from reaching out to hold your hand.

“I’m confused, Yoongi,” a hint of frustration evident in your voice.

“Tell me, ask me anything… I can explain…” he turns his body at an angle facing you on the bench. “I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

“It’s not just about Jelena… if you said there’s nothing going on between the two of you, then I believe you,” you start fiddling with the ring on your finger, twisting the white gold band gently while you gather your thoughts. Yoongi looks lost for a moment, has he been overthinking the whole Jelena situation? What is it that confuses you? “It’s just me, Yoongi…”

Yoongi just stares at you silently waiting for you to go on. If it’s in any other situation, he would have given you shit like, ‘oh you’re pulling the it’s-not-you-it’s-me cliche on me, huh,’ but it’s you. God knows he would have listened to you even if you end up just reciting the whole alphabet.

“It’s just me, I’m confused. I don’t know how to deal with this…” you waved your hand in the air gesturing between you and Yoongi. “I don’t know what we are.” You look at Yoongi and there’s a glint of smile brewing in his dark brown eyes. “Are you making fun of me?” You squint at him menacingly.

“No,” he shakes his head, biting his lip in the process trying to hide his actual smile. “Will you allow me to hold your hand as you try to work on your thoughts?” he holds out his hand, palm up, waiting for you to take it. You hesitate at first before eventually placing your hand into his palm. “Do you wanna know what I think about this? About us?”

You swallow a nervous lump on your throat before nodding. Yoongi looks down at your hand resting in his and takes his time intertwining his fingers with yours, thumb gently drawing circles against your skin.

“I think I’m scared, Yn… Relationships are not new to me at all, but this, what we are, somehow feels something new. Everytime I’m close to you, you make my heart race,” he pauses, looking at you for your reaction, but you keep your eyes on your intertwined hands. “You made me start doing things I don’t usually do. I grew up just thinking about myself. I live my life just thinking about myself. Then you come along and all of a sudden, I find myself wondering about your day, making you coffee…” he chuckles. “Hell, I even baked a cake for you, and you’re the pastry chef!” Yoongi smiles fondly at you, and you meet his smile with your own. “I was so frustrated, you know that?”

“Is that why you hated me at the beginning?”

“I never hated you. I hated myself for acting like a petty high schooler who couldn’t admit that he’s crushing on someone.” Yoongi relaxes on the back rest, fingers still intertwined with yours. “I’m scared that you wouldn’t like me, even as a friend or a co-worker, because then I wouldn’t know what to do with this… whatever you call it– feelings…” – he winces at the word – “that I feel for you. But then, things changed and we started hanging out… and this weekend happened. It scared me more because am I reading too much into it? Because in case you couldn’t tell yet,” he pauses, angling himself again to face you before reaching out to lift your chin with his other hand and holds your gaze. “I’m into you, Yn… I like you a lot, and what happened between us over the weekend made me think you feel the same way.” Yoongi moves his other hand to cup your face, thumb gently brushing your jaw line.

“...and it scares you?” Your lips wobble trying to hold back your tears.

“It scares the hell out of me because I’ve never felt this strongly for someone before.”

“It scares me too, Yoongi…” you look up at the sky, blinking back the tears threatening to fall. “I feel elated when I’m with you. All my worries fly out the door when you play the piano with me. I feel safe when I’m with you.” You allow your tears to fall, with Yoongi gently wiping them away with his thumb. “The last person I felt that way with has left me almost two years ago. My heart felt like it was soaring whenever I was with him. I would play the piano and he would play the guitar. I felt secure, but it all went away when he chose his career over me.” Yoongi’s jaw visibly clenches as anger starts bubbling up in his gut, making a mental note to ask you or Jimin later who that motherfucker is. “I don’t want that to happen again.”

Yoongi quickly finds both your hands and clasps them tenderly between his. “It’s not gonna happen to us, YN…” He brings both your hands to his mouth and gives your knuckles gentle kisses. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I thought you regretted what happened between us over the weekend because you were ignoring me at work today,” you pout.

“I was thinking the same thing about you, but when you left for your meeting, I realized we were just too busy, love…” Yoongi coos at you.

You sniff, tears racing each other on your cheeks again. “I’m not usually a cry baby, you know?”

“I know,” Yoongi chuckles. “Did you really think I regretted it?”

You nod. “I bought you your favorite galette and thought I’d talk to you about what happened, but I got to your apartment and another woman opened the door.”

“I’m sorry,” Yoongi leaned his forehead against yours. “Jelena’s new boyfriend is a close friend of mine and they decided to gatecrash me for some movies and beer.”

You move back and look at him confused, “How did you know where to find me?” Yoongi smiles sheepishly and glances at the stairwell. “Ugh, Jimin… Betraying his own sister!” You stand up, ready to head down the stairs to give your brother an earful when Yoongi catches up with you by the ledge.

“Hey, wait…”

You turn to face him, breath getting caught on your lips for his close proximity.

“Did you, uh… do you… I mean, I–”

“You don’t have to spell it out for me, Yoongi,” you smile up at him.

He takes both your hands again and basks in the beauty of your eyes, all glassy and shimmering with all the city lights reflecting in them. “I want to,” he says firmly. “I like you a lot, Yn… and I think I may already be falling in love, too.”

“I like you a lot, too, Yoongi…” you step closer, reaching for the back of his head. You close your eyes and pull him in so your foreheads rest against each other. “I’m not scared anymore.”

“Like a lot, A LOT?” Yoongi asks teasingly.

You laugh lightly, catching on, “Yes. Like a lot, A LOT.”

“Will you be my girlfriend, then?” Yoongi rubs his nose against yours.

“Yes,” you whisper.

“Can I kiss you now?” he asks, voice dropping a bit lower, sending a tingle down your spine.

You nod before feeling his large hand angling your face, and feeling his warm, soft and supple lips against yours. Yoongi wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. He swipes his tongue gently against your lips, kissing you more purposefully the moment you allow him in. You are both lost in the moment, your tongues dancing languidly against each other, conveying the feelings that your words could not suffice.

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lostinbl · 5 years ago

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It’s not always like this | Ming x Kit | 2moons2

Warnings: anxiety/panic attack, fanfiction, Fictober day 11.

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It took Ming several months to realise that Kit wasn’t always as okay as he said he was. He was a good actor and whenever there was something he wanted to hide from Ming, he could do it. Until one day he couldn’t.

Ming was waiting in front of the classroom he knew Kit was in when the older guy ran out of the class, Beam right on his heels. “Kit!” Ming yelled after the two running figures but the noises from the students pouring out of the classroom drowned his voice. Ming ran after the two boys in confusion. “Kit! P'Beam!” Ming yelled around as he ran, looking into empty classrooms and bathrooms. He almost ran past a quiet hallway when he heard Beam’s voice. Ming slowed down and looked around, quickly locating the two guys. Kit was sitting on the floor, his head in between his knees with Beam crouching down next to him, rubbing circles on his back and talking with a low voice. Ming froze on the spot. Kit was panting with sweat covering his forehead. “Kit?” Ming asked quietly and the owner of the name turned his eyes to Ming. He groaned loudly and hit the back of his head against the wall. “Ming, go away”, Kit mumbled, still trying to calm his breathing. Slowly Ming started walking forward. “What’s going on?” Ming asked the tone of his voice high with concern and fear. Beam let out a sigh and looked at Kit. Kit shook his head and Beam groaned. “Fuck this, he’s your boyfriend, he should be the one taking care of you!” Beam complained and got up, facing Ming. Ming raised his eyebrows, his whole body itching to run up to Kit and hold him but he stayed still, too scared to move. He had no idea what was going on. Beam ran a hand through his hair and glanced at Kit who had once again put his head in between his knees. “Kit has anxiety”, Beam announced, turning back to look at Ming. Ming’s eyes widened as his head snapped down to look at Kit. The black-haired boy didn’t protest and Beam took it as a sign to keep going. “He has anxiety attacks”, Beam cleared up. Kit stayed still, staring at the floor, too scared to lift his eyes up to see Ming’s reaction. A few seconds later he felt arms around him as Ming pulled him against his chest. Ming’s arms were tightly around him and Kit grabbed a hold of Ming’s shirt to keep himself grounded. And, surprisingly, it helped. Being surrounded by the familiar scent of his boyfriend calmed him down. He felt safe in the familiar hold. Frankly, it was no miracle cure to make his anxiety go away, but it was enough to stop him from going into a full-fledged panic attack. “Breathe with me okay? Breathe with me”, Ming talked with a calm tone, rubbing circles on Kit’s back. Kit did what he was told, breathing in with the same rhythm as his boyfriend, listening to his steady, though a little fast, heartbeats. They stayed like that for several minutes, long enough for Beam to leave for his class. Once Kit’s panting had long subdued he backed away from Ming and leaned against the wall once again. Ming sat down next to him in silence. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Ming asked, his voice betraying him. It was clear that he was hurt. Kit sighed. He knew Ming would be sad once he found out but he couldn’t bring himself to tell Ming about it earlier. “It’s not always like this”, Kit mumbled looking down. “Sometimes it’s just a nasty feeling and it goes away on its own..” his voice faded away as he realised how dumb his excuses sounded. “It never happens when you’re around so I didn’t know how to just.. bring it up”, Kit tried again, fidgetting with his fingers. Ming took the older guy’s hands into his own and looked at Kit, silently asking for him to meet his eyes. Eventually, he did. “I’m your boyfriend. I love you and I want to be there for you. You have to let me in. You have to let me help”, Ming pleaded with Kit, his voice fragile. Kit bit his lip. It wasn’t the first time Ming had said the word ‘love’ but hearing it sill surprised Kit. “Please”, Ming pleaded again with such sincerity in his eyes that Kit felt suffocated. Slowly, he nodded. The truth was out there anyway, maybe he should let Ming help. Ming pulled Kit in for another hug and the older guy relaxed into the embrace, for once not caring if anyone happened to see them.

It’s been three months since then. Once Ming found out, Kit stopped hiding it. Nowadays whenever he feels anxious he tells someone, usually Ming and he makes sure to get Kit out of the situation as fast as he can. With Ming knowing, Kit was open to the idea of telling his other friend and now all six moons are aware of his condition and know how to help him. At least somewhat. Ming’s phone vibrates in his pocket and he takes it out, quickly checking the messages keeping his hands under the table. It’s from Beam. “Ming. I need you to come here. Kit is… well, he’s not okay and I think he really needs you. I know you’re in class right now but come to the east wing bathrooms when you can.” Ming’s blood runs cold. He shoots up from his seat, earning the eyes of everyone in the class. “I’m sorry teacher, it’s an emergency”, Ming says as he wais the teacher and runs out of the classroom. “Mingkwan-” Ming can hear the teacher’s yell behind him but he keeps running. He’ll go up to the teacher’s room later to apologize to her. Once she hears the situation she’ll surely understand. Ming’s fist tightens around his phone as he runs. He left all his stuff behind but he knows his friends will pick them up for him.

It takes Ming no longer than a minute to reach the bathrooms but Ming still feels like he wasn’t fast enough. As soon as he enters the room he sees the guys. Kit is sitting on the floor panting hard, clutching onto his chest, his head in between his knees. Beam is crouching next to him, looking a little lost. Ming only has to look once to know what’s going on and in the next second, he’s already next to Kit on his knees. Beam backs away immediately, giving the two of them some space. “Hey Kit. I’m here”, Ming says calmly and soon Kit’s hands are grasping at his arms. Ming lets himself get dragged next to the wall as Kit clutches onto him. “I can’t breathe, I can’t bre-” Kit keeps trying to speak in between the gulps of air. “I know baby I know shh it’s okay you don’t have to talk”, Ming interrupts him to stop the man from going further into hyperventilation. Ming can see the tears glistening in Kit’s panicked eyes. He puts his hands on Kit’s shoulders forcing the older guy to face him. “You don’t need to talk okay I just need you to listen to me. Baby can you do that?” Ming’s eyes are stern and his voice steady and Kit nods almost frantically, still desperately gasping for air. Ming thinks fast, his mind already accustomed to dealing with situations like this. “Ok, listen. I need you to spell the words 'out loud’ for me okay? Out loud. Spell it for me”, Ming orders the boy, not letting him turn his head away. Ming frowns his tears overflowing. “Wha-” he starts still gasping and once again Ming interrupts him. “Out loud”, Ming enunciates clearly and Kit stops protesting. “O-u-t..out…out l-o-u-d”, Kit speaks the letters in between his gasps, still holding on to Ming’s arm. Ming’s eyes look around stopping on the first item he sees. “Ok, 'garbage can’. C'mon Kit”, he asks his boyfriend again and with hazy eyes Kit starts spelling it out, stopping after every word to breathe more air in. Ming is too focused to see the two people arriving into the bathroom, both of them panting. “What’s going on, is Kit okay?” Phana bursts in with Forth on his heels. They stop at the door, both of them turning to look at the two boys on the floor. Beam nods, his muscles still tensed. “Yea. Ming’s here so he’s gonna be okay”, Beam assures. Forth leans on the doorframe letting out a frustrated sigh. He only came because he happened to see Phana running here. Forth turns his eyes away from the couple and muses as Beam smiles at him. Hmh. Maybe not a useless trip after all. Seeing the situation under control the three men exit the bathroom leaving Kit and Ming alone, positioning themselves in front of the door in the hallway using themselves as a blockage. Forth steps to the front and crosses his arms, positive that no one’s gonna even try to get past him. “Good job Kit. Now c'mon next word: onomatopoeia”, Ming says the first hard word he can think of. “What. The. Fuck. Even. Is. That!” Kit curses at him in between his pants and Ming smiles. That’s a good sign. They’re almost there. “Oh boohoo you can do it. Onomatopoeia”, Ming repeats again and Kit shows him a pissed face. He closes his eyes and starts spelling the word, racking his brain. Ming can feel his own heartbeats slowing in tune with Kit’s pants. “..p-o-e-i-a”, Kit finishes with a very aggressive tone but Ming doesn’t leave him alone. “Mitochondria”, Ming says as soon as Kit’s done. Kit groans but starts spelling the word out without any hesitation. With each letter and each word Kit’s breathing slows down a little. By the tenth word, he’s no longer hyperventilating though he does sound like he just finished a very long run. Finishing spelling the word 'obscure’ Kit leans against the wall, finally easing his grip on Ming’s left arm. Ming’s sure he’s going to find a very peculiarly shaped bruise on there tomorrow but he doesn’t care. “Fuck”, Kit curses still a little breathless. Ming smiles at him. Kit turns his eyes up. Without any words he throws himself forward wrapping his arms around Ming’s waist, pressing his face against Ming’s chest. Ming’s arms wrap around him without any hesitation. Kit stays in Ming’s arms for a long while just breathing in the scent of Ming trying to calm his own breathing down. Ming is stroking his hair, letting the older guy cling on to him as long as he needs to. “I’m sorry”, Kit mumbles quietly against Ming’s chest but his words reach Ming’s ears loud and clear. He frowns and gently pushes Kit back to see his face. Kit is looking at him his face red. Ming smiles and cups Kit’s cheeks, wiping the tear marks away with his thumbs. “You have nothing to apologize for”, Ming says with resolution. Kit tries to search his eyes to see if there is any discomfort in them but he sees nothing. Nothing but adoration and love. Kit’s heartbeat picks up, this time for a different reason. With a smile, Ming pulls Kit back into his embrace. He lets out a sigh finally feeling like he’s not suffocating. Kit closes his eyes feeling drained. All he wants is go home and sleep in Ming’s arms like this. “Can we go home?” Kit mumbles too drowsy to speak properly. Ming nods. Guess he’ll have to apologise to his teacher tomorrow. He’ll have to ask Yo to bring his stuff back. “We can”, Ming answers and gets up, holding his boyfriend on his feet with one arm wrapped around his waist. Kit leans heavily against him, cursing his body for draining itself like this. The attacks themselves are annoying enough, why does it have to drain all his energy too?! With most of his body weight being supported by Ming, the two of them exit the bathroom. After thanking the three boys Ming picks up Kit’s bag from the floor and heads towards the parking lot. Admittedly, he too doesn’t mind leaving school early.

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Silver Millennium Ch 1

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His hands. They felt warm, really warm...actually they were pretty close to burning at this point. Yoongi looked down and noticed that they were... Glowing? The logical part of his brain told him this wasn't supposed to be happening but the other part felt fuzzy. Everything was soft and warm and if he had to put it into words he would have described himself as a soft little cloud floating in a bright daytime sky, weird but he was enjoying himself. The soft silver glow that was around his hands seemed to melt all around him. He couldn't see himself but he knew he was bathed in it. This pretty, soft, silver light. So comforting, so warm….

“YOONGI!”

It was as if someone threw ice water on him. His joints locked and his muscles tensed. His heartbeat took off in a sprint and he was suddenly achingly aware of his own body and the space it occupied. He looked around but all he saw was white. He was floating in a white room, but it wasn't a room, it was just a vast colorless expanse.

“YOONGII!!” he heard the voice again… what was it saying? Yoongi? He knew it was his name but it sounded so unfamiliar to him. The voice called his name again and that's when the aching in his chest started. Dull at first but the more Yoongi tried to pinpoint the voice, it grew stronger. A tearing, painful ache that caused him to double over. He wanted it to stop. He knew who the voice belonged to and he needed to find them, once he did that the aching would stop. He didn't ponder much on why he knew that as a fact, he just needed to do it. With a huge gulp of air, he reared back and cupped his hands around his mouth, and with all his strength he hoped his call would reach the familiar yet unknown person, with one last prayer he let it all out and he shouted their name ********

Yoongi jerked so violently it caused him to sit all the way up-right in bed. He looked around confused. For a moment he really didn't know where he was or who he was. The fog of confusion drifted slowly away as he was able to get his bearings. He was in his bedroom, in his tiny loft apartment in Seoul. Oh yeah, and it was also the first day of University. That also explained the blaring alarm that was coming from his left night-table. He groaned and reached over to smack the clock into silence. He sat for a moment trying to shake off the heavy feeling his dream had left him with. It was an extremely weird dream, no doubt, but it wasn’t one he hadn't had before. He had been having dreams like that for as long as he can remember. First, they started coming few and far in between and as he aged they occurred more and more often. Since moving to Seoul they actually have been happening almost every other night. They weren't scary per se, just alarming. He always woke with a strong sense of urgency and longing, but at this point, it wasn't something he wasn't used to. The content of the dream was always pretty similar, though the setting would shuffle between white space, a garden, a hall with marble pillars, a rose bush maze, and sometimes his favorite- on a grand balcony overlooking a bright bustling city with white shiny buildings. In all the dreams, though, he always started off alone, bathed in warm silver light, and it was that voice that always grabbed him. It was like hearing the voice of a long lost friend or relative. He knew the voice, he felt it deep in his soul, that voice belonged to someone dear, and he knew who it was, but every time he was ready to shout the person's name he always awoke. It was frustrating, to say the least.

He remembers telling his mom about the dream and she has decided to take him to a Doctor and when Yoongi was deemed fit as a fiddle with no neurological or mental issues, she had taken him to a psychic who specialized in dream interpretation. She told him that the person calling his name was his own inner demon who was put there by some jealous relatives and if they paid her extra she could exercise the demon. Needless to say, she was scamming them to high heaven. In the end, Yoongi was forced to accept these odd dreams as an almost everyday norm in his life. Not that he was complaining, he could have been some unlucky bastard who dreamt of terrible, horrific things every day. Now that, he wouldn't be able to handle on account of his inability to sit through a scary movie without noping out of the theatre or living room.

Shaking off the heavy feelings he lazily climbed out of bed, he grabbed his phone and headed to the kitchen to turn on his coffee maker. He had felt odd buying the thing at first. He had always thought that only old people had a full pot coffee maker, but it was cheaper than those flashy one cup coffee espresso machines like everyone his age was so keen about owning. In the end, he felt like it was a better deal because he came with a warmer that he could leave on all day and the result was a nice hot pot of coffee when he came home, yeah grandpa Yoongi was winning the millennial game.

As he set the machine to brew he checked his phone and was happily surprised to see a text from his little Sister, Chae Rin, wishing him good luck on his first day. She was five years younger than him and in her 2nd year of high school. He and Chaerin actually got along well and he always thought of them as closer than the usual brother-sister pair. He loved composing and she loved singing. Through their mutual love in music, they became the best of friends.

He texted her a quick ‘thanks Chae, give mom a big hug for me’ then he set off to get ready for classes. Once finished, he filled up a to-go cup of coffee and grabbed his plain black Jansport bag and headed out. He walked out to the attached parking garage that his apartment building had and took the elevator to the 2nd level, he counted himself lucky that he had a car. A lot of kids his age always relied on public transport, and even though public transport would probably be cheaper, he treasured his car because he was gifted his Dad's old car once he had gotten his license, He stepped off the elevator and was met by his baby, a light grey 1994 Buick Skylark. It was an old car, literally as old as him but it still worked and he loved it. He hopped in and started her up, as usual, the engine stalled but after some sweet encouraging words and a few pumps of the gas he got it started.

He found his way to campus relatively easy, having only lived a mile from the school. He found the designated parking for students and hesitantly made his way to go find his first class. Yoongi had always known what he wanted to do and it was produce music. He has always had a passion for writing and creating music and that's what lead him to enroll for a degree in music production and composition. He knew he'd have to take a lot of music theory classes, a lot of writing and reading classes and maybe some computer classes and history but never had he expected to be taking math and science classes. He was going to work with music, why did he need to know that the mitochondria are the powerhouse of the cell?? He grumbled annoyed at himself as he scanned the campus map to find the building that his first-class was in, which was Beginning Biochemistry. After about 5 min he was still very lost, the map was way too simply designed so he couldn't figure out where he was in regard to the map, therefore, he couldn't figure out where he needed to go. What also did not help was that none of the buildings had signs on them indicating what building was which, What school did that? He thought. He was now royally frustrated so he just started walking deeper into the campus, hoping to go by building shape to find the building he needed.

At this point he was storming past people, intensely scanning the surrounding buildings and then the map, unfortunately, he wasn't paying attention to where he was going and he ran into a brick wall that knocked him on his rear end, well what he thought was a wall, until the wall yelped as it lost balance and dropped a couple of heavy-looking textbooks, It was another dude. Yoongi felt immediate embarrassment, he looked over at the other guy on the ground across from him, the dude was big, much bigger than Yoongi, which kinda wasn’t saying much since Yoongi was a smaller average man, but this dude was tall, Yoongi could tell he was legs and arms for days and he had a massive frame.

The guy was quickly trying to gather his impressive mountain of textbooks and notebooks. Yoongi snapped out of his embarrassed trance and quickly jumped to help the guy,

“Hey man, sorry about that, I should have been looking where I was going…” Yoongi said, tentatively handing the guy a notebook.

The big guy looked over at him and that's when Yoongi first got a good look at his face, he had soft eyes with very full lips and a small button nose, he was handsome as hell, except for the piercing gaze that was being sent his way, Yoongi thought for sure that the guy was going to lay into him. Yoongi wouldn't consider himself a scrappy guy but he has been known to stand up for himself on more than one occasion during his primary school years, so he wasn't above fighting right there but he really wasn't up for it on the first day of school. Instead of yelling or reacting in any negative way the taller guy just sighed and in a deep smooth voice, he responded quietly

“It's fine man, I should've been paying better attention myself”

With all his items gathered he stood and yeah Yoongi had been right, the guy stood really tall, he seemed to be a good 8 inches taller than him, with a wide frame and thick arms and legs, Yoongi thought maybe this guy played sports, probably basketball which he hoped was the case, Yoongi loved basketball and used to play competitively in high school.

“Dang man your pretty built, you play hoops?” Yoongi tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, the guy then surprised him by… giggling? Yoongi looked up at him confused.

“ Sorry its funny, I've actually never really played any kind of sport in my entire life” tall, deep voice said

“ WHAT?! Then why are you built like a tank man??” he said incredulously

“ My first priorities are always my academics but what's the point of being smart if I can't keep my body alive long enough to reap the rewards of my success? I just work out a lot in my spare time is all, just so I stay in tip-top shape” the deep voice explained, “Ah sorry where are my manners, my Name is Namjoon, Kim Namjoon, and you are?” Namjoon extended his hand over to Yoongi.

Yoongi shook it, he had to admit that he was impressed by Namjoon, Tall, Well built, smart, nice and good looking, he didn't realize people like him existed, he was impressed yet felt significantly inferior.

“ Wow, it's nice to meet you, I’m Min Yoongi. Sorry again about bumping into you, I was just looking at the map, Today is my first day and I’m just kind of scrambling trying to find my first class but this damn school doesn't seem to believe in labeling the buildings for us slower folks,” Yoongi complained and Namjoon chuckled.

“It’s ok, I was confused too but after a closer look, I figured out the buildings are actually numbered on small signs by the doors. Kind of counter-intuitive because they made the maps so simplistic.” Namjoon explained, Yoongi just stood surprised and honestly ticked off

“ Well that’s fucking stupid” he stated bluntly.

Namjoon laughed again and then held out his hand, If you don't mind me looking at your schedule then I can maybe point out each building that your classes are in, maybe then we can avoid you being late” he smiled softly and Two cute dimples popped out on his cheeks

Yoongi just nodded excitedly and passed Namjoon his Schedule with relief. After scanning the classes and their corresponding class numbers, Namjoon made a surprised noise.

“ Well I guess fate has intervened, cause I have 3 of the same classes as you and our first one happens to both be beginning biochemistry” Namjoons dimpled smile got wider as he handed Yoongi his schedule back. Yoongi felt his jaw drop

“ No freaking way, that’s crazy! Well, I guess it's a good thing I face-planted into you” he laughed feeling genuinely lucky for the first time that day.

“ Come on, let's head over to class so we’re not late, I know where it is” Namjoon broke into a long stride heading towards a nearby building

“ Lead the way friend” Yoongi tried to hurry and match his big steps.

Once in class, they opted into sitting next to each other having formed this sudden friendship out of nowhere. As class when on during free moments they would talk and he learned That Najoon wanted to become a teacher and he was currently leaning towards literature teacher since Namjoon had a passion for writing. As he sat and learned more about his new friend Yoongi couldn't help but feel like he was meant to be here, his choice of leaving home and going to a big fancy college wasn't in vain, it felt right and he was actually pretty confident more good things were to come his way. He let that warm happy feeling sink in and radiate as he laughed and chatted.

………………………………

The day went on pretty successfully, the next class Yoongi had with Namjoon, so it felt nice to just follow his new friend around. His second class of the day he had Literature, easy enough. Again he sat next to Namjoon and again he felt at ease and comforted to have someone on his side on his first day. No awkward seating, no weird forced partnerships by the professor. It was awesome and he didn't know what it was about Namjoon but he radiated such a calming and trusting aura. Yoongi loved it and he was drawn to it, which made it that much harder to leave him once Literature was over. Yoongi's next class was music theory and Namjoon had a foreign language class. So after pointing Yoongi in the right direction and promising to meet up with him for their history class later in the day, Namjoon was off and Yoongi was alone again.

With a dramatic sigh, Yoongi made his way over to his Music theory class. Once he found the correct classroom he grabbed a seat towards the back. He felt somewhat chagrined that he didn’t have anyone he knew in this class but he was also kind of ok with it. He had a feeling he would be too wrapped up in the course material to make many friends. Music was in his soul so he wanted to absorb anything he could in regards to it.

One by one, students filed into the classroom and soon class began, his professor was an older lady, she was sweet and very wise, she was classically trained in over 10 instruments and she definitely had a passion for music. Yoongi loved her and he knew he was going to love the class. The professor was in the middle of telling a charming story about the time she took a trip to Italy and learned how to play the oboe from an elderly man who lived in a hut, she had all her students chuckling and the vibe was light and fun when all of the sudden the loud metal door to the classroom swung open. Yoongi looked up and in walked the prettiest person he has probably ever seen. He was young, probably a student, and he was gorgeous, slim and small with muscled thighs and legs under black skinny jeans, he had a ripped band shirt on under a red velvet bomber jacket, he had on one sparkly dangly earring and a silver choker. His Hair was also the shiniest golden blond and styled longer with a clean undercut, he was breathtaking. The pretty boy stood in the doorway and looked around, taking in the room, everyone just stared at him. A sly smile broke on the guys’ plump juicy lips which looked like they were covered in gloss.

After a moment the teacher finally spoke up,

“ Excuse me? Can I help you?” she chirped,

the guy giggled and it was high pitched and almost melodic.

“ Yeah uh, is this music theory?” the guy asked his voice smooth and pleasing to the ears, not deep but not too high pitched. The Professor gave a curt huff and got up to check the class roster.

“Jimin? Park Jimin?” she asked, reading the only name that was marked absent during roll call. The guy pointed at her and smiled that gorgeous smile again.

“ That’s me, sorry I’m late, I slept in a little too long, haha whoops” Jimin giggled again like he found the whole situation hilarious.

“ Whatever just please find a seat Mr. Park, you’ve disrupted the class enough already.” the professor looked completely done. With another small giggle, Jimin took a look around the room and Yoongi, having found the boy intimidating and incredibly attractive, prayed he sat somewhere far from him, he didn’t want any distractions. Almost as if he could read Yoongi’s thoughts, Jimin, zeroed in on a seat next to Yoongi and practically skipped over to him. Yoongi had hoped he didn’t look as alarmed as he felt. Jimin took the seat and immediately turned towards Yoongi, face beautiful and expressionless as he stared him down. Yoongi fought the urge to writhe in his seat, he wanted to snap at the guy and demand what the hell he was looking at, but he wasn’t the confrontational type so instead, he held his hand out and said quietly, “ Hello, I’m Min Yoongi, nice to meet you.”

after a beat Jimin broke into the biggest smile Yoongi had ever seen, his smile so big his eyes became slits and his perfect pearly white teeth gleamed at him. Jimin reached out and grabbed Yoongi’s hand and just held it.

“ Oh my god it’s so nice to meet you too, I’m Park Jimin but you can call me Jimin or Jiminie or whatever you like. Your so cute, let’s be friends!”

And just like that Jimin turned back towards the front of the class and that was that. Yoongi had never felt so confused in his life.

The rest of the class went off without a problem and Jimin didn’t say anything else to Yoongi, It was strange but Yoongi didn’t mind. Once class was over Yoongi stood up practically starving, he had a free period, so that means he had about an hour to kill before his history class with Namjoon, Yoongi decided to grab something at the campus cafe. As he gathered his things Jimin turned and looked at him expectantly. Yoongi stood in a permanent state of confusion, Jimin giggled again softly, finding Yoongi’s awkwardness adorable,

“Sorry I just kind of expected you to say something, I was just wondering what class you had next, maybe we could walk together,” He explained giving Yoongi a softer smile.

Yoongi, on the other hand, felt so confused, How did he just make a friend just like that, he hasn’t even decided if he liked Jimin or not. After a moment he decided that even if he turned out not liking the guy at least he would be alone before meeting up with Namjoon.

“Um next class actually I have a free period after this, then in about an hour I got-”

“NO FREEKING WAY!” Jimin screeched grabbing Yoongi’s hands, “I have a free period right now too! do you want to hang out until your next class?” for the first time that day Yoongi smiled back at Jimin,

“ Sure thing, I was actually going to head to the cafe to grab something to eat, care to join me?” He asked and Jimin just nodded excitedly. Both boys gathered their things and headed out of the now-empty classroom together, they made their way across campus to the Campus Cafe which was an extension from the library. Once there Yoongi ordered a roast beef sandwich with some fries and a soda Jimin ordered a berry almond salad and milk tea with boba. They both agreed on sitting in the courtyard at one of the picnic benches in the shade as it was a really nice day out, one they sat down they didn’t say much and just started eating, Yoongi was unsure how to strike up a conversation with Jimin, they hadn’t said much to each other after leaving class and even stood quietly next to each other in line for food not saying anything. He was hoping Jimin wasn’t feeling too awkward, at least not as much as he was feeling. Yoongi took a sip of his soda still wracking his brain for something that could start a decent conversation with his new “friend” when Jimin suddenly looked up from his food and looked straight at Yoongi,

“I intimidate you, don’t I?” He asked bluntly.

Yoongi literally spit out his drink, Jimin giggled,

“I- uh- um what do you mean I’m not-” Yoongi stuttered trying to not sound like a fucking dork and Jimin just smiled at him

“It’s ok, it happens a lot- and I don’t mean that in a cocky way i just… I know I come off as a lot, its hard for people to vibe with me because of it,” he explained, Yoongi nodded cleaning up the soda he had spit all over himself.

“it’s not so much that I don’t vibe, I actually think it’s pretty cool that you came up to me, I’m not very good at making friends so people who take initiative first really make my life easier so thank you,” he smiled at Jimin hoping his sincerity came through strong enough.

Jimin stared at him for a bit, Jimin liked Yoongi, he didn’t know why but he felt in his heart that Yoongi was a good person and was going to make a good friend. Finally feeling like he had broken the ice, Yoongi starting asking Jimin about his studies and found out Jimin was a dance Major, his life was dancing, of any style. He specialized in Alternative Dancing, though. Yoongi noticed that when Jimin spoke about it he swore he saw a warm glow in his eyes, like literally a yellow gleam mixed in with his dark brown eyes. It was strange but he wasn’t going to say anything.

In the middle of his chat with Jimin, Yoongi could suddenly hear his name being called. Confused, he turned around and saw Namjoon jogging up to him and Jimin,

“Yoongi! Hey man, why didn’t you tell me you had a free period right now,” he smiled his cute dimpled smile as he sat down next to Yoongi at the picnic table. Yoongi didn’t notice Jimin's Jaw literally fall to the floor.

“Yoongi, whos this I thought you said you didn’t have any friends” Jimin practically drooled on the table Namjoon faked a gasp,

“ Oh wow I thought you considered me at least a friend since we were literally tangled up this morning” he laughed not realizing how that sentence sounded, Yoongi's ears turned red and Jimin gasped

“ That’s not what he means,” Yoongi put his hand in his face, embarrassed by the big dork sitting next to him,

“ Oh! No, I didn’t-” Namjoon started, only just realizing his mistake.

“Anyways Jimin, this is Namjoon, Namjoon this is Jimin, I just met him right now in music theory class.”

Namjoon reached out to shake Jimin's hand and Jimin just held it, for a little too long as his eyes literally devoured the tall brown-haired boy in front of him.

Yoongi cleared his throat trying to distract from Jimin's obvious thot behavior,

“Hey so you have a free period right now too, that’s awesome, now we can meet up and head to history together,” Yoongi, once again felt so lucky that he didn't have to do any of this alone so far.

Hey may not know either of these guys well enough to call them good friends but he sure as hell going to cling to any hope of friendship he could get. Throughout the free period, all three boys talked and bonded, it was strang the conversation ran like they had known each other for years and each guy felt a comfortable familiarity, even with Yoongi being a shy awkward weirdo, Namjoon being a bit of an airhead sometimes and Jimin being thirsty for Namjoon. Again Yoongi was hit with a new wave of happiness and he knew the others felt it too. He made some friends on his first day, and that was pretty damn cool.

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