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wanderingnork · 2 months

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Githyanki Deep Dive: Aberrations and Antiheroes in 4th Edition D&D

So according to the githyanki poll I ran a few weeks ago, this was the third most popular option for a deep dive. (After this we'll be hitting up the original Fiend Folio and Forgotten Realms: Demon Stone.) It's also one close to my heart, because it's the edition where I first fell in love with the gith--and especially the githyanki.

In 4th Edition, the githyanki that were virtually unchanged from the Fiend Folio through 2nd and 3rd Editions suddenly switched gears. They were still vicious pirates and terrifying opponents, but also developed another side that has lasted through to the githyanki we know and love in Baldur's Gate 3.

4th Edition Primer

Before we get into the githyanki, though, I have to give a crash course in 4th Edition D&D. Since so many people started playing in 5th Edition or came into the hobby through the gateway of Critical Role or Baldur's Gate 3, you may not know just how...strange...4th Edition was in the context of the game as a whole. I speak from a place of love, because full disclosure I prefer 4E to 5E as DM and as player, but I acknowledge that it was weird.

4th Edition was partially developed as a response to the goings-on of 3.5 D&D. (Don't worry about 3rd Edition, that is a whole other post.) In 3.5, there was a serious problem with system bloat. From the three core books (Dungeon Master's Guide, Player's Handbook, Monster Manual), the game exploded. Five Monster Manuals. Two Player's Handbooks. Two Dungeon Master's Guides. The eight "Complete..." books. Campaign settings. The list goes on and on and on.

It added up fast. Players had vast suites of rules and mechanics that could easily lead to a single character requiring three or four books to run. A single monster could be an entire page and a half of rules and require a DM to have access to three or four books just to understand what a monster's feats could do (because yes, monsters had feats, and they could take class levels). To put it mildly...it was a mess.

So along comes 4th Edition, a well-intentioned new mess.

4E set out to streamline the problem. While it would eventually introduce its own mess of system bloat thanks to the sheer volume of books, its origin maintained some control over mechanical chaos. Instead of vast lists of feats and abilities, players had "powers" that defined exactly what a given ability could do and how often. The sprawling skill list of 3.5 was drastically pared down. Monsters went from an entire page or more of abilities and feats to single "stat blocks" that covered, even for the highest-level monsters, half a page. Movement in feet became movement in squares. Non-combat abilities were stripped down to a bare minimum.

You can spot a few things that 5th Edition kept when it was released. We still have the tight skill list from 4E (minus the "endurance" skill which still makes me grumpy). The idea of the "monster stat block" is retained. The feat list has dramatically shrunk and while 5E has put out many more feats since, it's really, really not at the level of 3.5.

4E also introduced the idea of "tiers" of play: levels 1-10 were the "heroic tier," 11-20 were the "paragon tier," and 21-30 were the "epic tier." Generally speaking, the heroic tier was about fighting your typical mundane monsters. The paragon tier would introduce higher-level mundane monsters and low-level extraplanar monsters. The epic tier almost always required players to leave the Material Plane behind and head onto another plane to find level-appropriate challenges. (Yes, this will be relevant to the githyanki later!)

While the mechanical changes hit hard, the changes to the lore and default world of D&D were just as drastic. The default world of Greyhawk from 3.5 shifted to the "Points of Light" setting. This setting established a background--that two great empires clashed some centuries ago then fell, leaving the world mostly a monster-infested disaster, studded with small points of safe civilization--then set players loose. It also crushed older D&D cosmology. Gone was the Great Wheel of planes and demiplanes. In its place were the Feywild, Shadowfell, Astral Sea, Elemental Chaos, and Far Realm. What Forgotten Realms had to do to make this new cosmology make sense...I don't wanna go into it, but it's a lot to unpack.

This streamlining of the cosmology also changed a lot of monster lore. Many "typical" monsters of the heroic tier (goblins, magical animals, elementals, and the like) stayed largely the same. It's on the other planes and at higher levels that things got weird. The tarrasque was reskinned as an abomination, the spawn of the war between the primordials and the gods. The shadar-kai changed from messed-up shadow fey to eerie servants of the Raven Queen. And so on, and so forth.

On the surface, the githyanki didn't change very much in comparison to other monsters. They still lived on the Astral Sea. They were still piratical. They still hated illithids and githzerai. But, thanks in large part to the cosmology changes at the base of 4E, they were about to take on an entirely new dimension.

The githyanki were about to save the universe.

Githyanki, Old and New

The githyanki make their 4E debut in the first Monster Manual, on page 128. The first line of their writeup sets the stage:

Born out of slavery, the githyanki are fierce psychic warriors that ply the Astral Sea and fight with silver swords.

Hell of an opening line, that. It hands us the key characteristics that 4E wants us to associate with the githyanki. Compare it to the first introduction of the githyanki in the first Monster Manual for 3.5 (p.127):

Githyanki are an ancient line of humanlike beings residing on the Astral Plane, filling their armories for their next skirmish, raid, or war.

Right off the bat, we're dealing with two completely different perspectives. 3.5 tells us the githyanki are ancient, tells us where they live, and informs us that they spend all their time in preparing for war and plunder. 4E's language, on the other hand, frames them in a more...adventurous light. Ferocity, plying the Astral Sea, fighting with silver swords, not much different than any extraplanar adventurer.

Most importantly, the first WORDS of their write-up in 4E tells us their history: they are a lineage of freed slaves. Whose slaves, how they got free, all that is on the next page. (It's the same in 3.5, The Lore is on the next page.) But there it is: if you don't read the "alignment" tag in the stat block and see that little word "evil," what you'll see is freed slaves who adventure in the Astral Sea.

The next change is the art style. The githyanki illustration in the 3.5 Monster Manual makes the warrior look totally skeletal. She's wearing gloriously alien armor, many-colored gems, and has her hair in a strange style. Her knees have those weird bulbous knobs and her feet don't look remotely human. In 4E, our first look at the githyanki is completely different. No more shrinkwrapping here: these are just some weird humans. Their silver armor is elaborate and set with rubies, but it's very much armor a mundane warrior would wear. (Indeed, it's about identical to BG3 armor.) They look away from the viewer, presumably at the same foe, psionic powers and swords at the ready. The githyanki of 3.5 is a monster standing alone. The githyanki of 4E are an adventuring party fighting together.

Sailing the Astral Sea

Cut to The Plane Above: Secrets of the Astral Sea. This supplement focused on all things Astral Sea. Here, 4E finally gets into the deep parts of githyanki lore. The first illustration in the book is a githyanki knight riding a red dragon. From there, they appear frequently. Pirates, tenuous allies, the center of a dramatic campaign arc. The Astral Sea is their home, and as soon as player characters arrive they're trespassing.

(Side note: here we will be setting aside the Scales of War adventure path from Dragon magazine. Even though it's a huge part of githyanki lore, it's acknowledged in "The Plane Above" that the adventure path is an alternate history. It's not a core part of the githyanki story in 4E.)

The shifted characterization of the githyanki continues into this book. On page 12, in discussion of githyanki pirates, we get the following: "few of the githyanki of the Astral Sea bother with kidnapping. It might turn out to be profitable, but it's clearly a criminal act rather than a military operation, and thus beneath them."

So...according to this book, they're still thieves and killers, but within the D&D ethical framework these are often forgivable traits. There's no mention of slavery or other depravity in this or any other section of the book about the githyanki. Other Astral denizens are mentioned keeping and trading in slaves--not the githyanki. The Manual of the Planes mentions githyanki slavers precisely once, on page 110; in all other references, they're simply raiders and plunderers. Dragon magazine #377, "Tu'narath: City of Death," QUITE clearly and thoroughly establishes that the githyanki take and keep slaves. However, many D&D players didn't read Dragon magazine. If they only read The Plane Above, Manual of the Planes, or the Monster Manual, they'd come away with a rather nobler view of the githyanki than 3.5 ever left.

If you are, for some reason, following along with the book itself--skip what you see on page 13. We're gonna come back to that.

The githyanki get a mention on what feels like every other page. But the most focused discussion of the githyanki in this book appears from pages 94-97, in a deep dive on their culture, and from 142-149 with the new stat blocks--including one for Vlaakith herself. Here, we discover that in 4E the githyanki have been broken into factions. There's mainstream githyanki society, the group that lives in Tu'narath and generally behaves as we expect githyanki to behave. Then there are the Far Travelers, a group of githyanki who never settled in Tu'narath. With Gith's blessing, they became true nomads. They don't have silver swords or benefit from the red dragon pact, but they do enjoy immense freedom.

And then there are the gul'othran. While mainstream githyanki society enjoys superiority to other people, pillaging and then departing, the gul'othran take it a step further. They conquer other worlds and rule over them. It's repeatedly mentioned that githyanki players encounter on the Material Plane are probably gul'othran. Not typical githyanki, but extremists. Githyanki bent on conquest, perfectly acceptable opponents for any adventuring party.

Gith's Three Stratagems

The githyanki story in The Plane Above starts with the story of their liberation. Here, the war on mind flayers is defined: not just a perpetual hatred, but an Eternal Crusade decreed by Gith herself. Zerthimon, as usual, objects and the githzerai depart for the Elemental Chaos. The githyanki, left homeless, desperate, and fractured, sail into the Astral Sea. Here, Gith establishes a plan for the future of her people, founded on three stratagems.

First, she wanted a fortified capital. After a long time--anywhere from a few decades to centuries--the githyanki arrived at the One in the Void and founded the city of Tu'narath there. First stratagem, check. Second, Gith sought an alliance with another power. With the first Vlaakith's support, Gith reached out to Tiamat. She sold herself for a pact with the red dragons, who would be allies and friends of the githyanki so long as the pact lasted. (In the 4E Draconomicon: Chromatic Dragons, we get to meet the "pact dragons," red dragons who've spent so long with the githyanki that they've taken on the magic of the Astral Sea.)

Finally, before leaving her people, Gith established the tradition of the silver swords. As has been true since the earliest githyanki lore, the silver swords are capable of cutting silver cords that hold Astral travelers to their material bodies. That makes them highly effective weapons against astral-projecting mind flayers and elder brains, which exist at once on the Astral Sea and the Material Plane. In a previous edition, there was even an incident in the mind flayer city of Ch'Chitl where a githyanki hunting party killed the Astral part of an elder brain.

But 4E takes this a step further. The greatest silver swords are forged to incorporate a tiny fragment of the Living Gate, a strange artifact that held back the Far Realm itself before it was destroyed. In the hands of a powerful githyanki, the swords are able to resonate with the Far Realm and aberrant beings. Fun fact: despite over a decade of separation from the publication of "The Plane Above," Baldur's Gate 3 retains this piece of lore. Talk to Lae'zel after she gets her silver sword. She'll tell you all about it.

What she doesn't tell you is just how important that really is.

4th Edition: It's All About the Far Realm

Throughout 4E, the setting steadily shifted gears and pointed toward the Far Realm as a sort of "ultimate evil." Why that happened is speculation for another post, but what matters here is that it did. The Monster Manual mostly presented your standard aberrant beings (mind flayers, aboleths, beholders, gibbering mouthers). They're mostly designed for paragon and epic tier heroes (levels 11-30), with the least powerful (carrion crawler, grick, and grell) being rated for level 7. Aberrations are high-level foes.

Then in comes the Monster Manual 2, with the fell taints (p. 102-105). These cute little blobs of tentacles and eyes, born from the contact of the Far Realm with reality, are rated for level 2. A low-level beholder, the gauth, is rated for level 5. Suddenly, aberrations and the Far Realm are acceptable foes for adventurers just starting out in their career. Ominously, this book also introduces the horrifying star spawn. They're the heralds of the aberrant stars, avatars in the mortal world. One of them, the Maw of Acamar, is literally A BLACK HOLE.

In the Underdark sourcebook, EXTENSIVE time is spent on mind flayers and their ancient destroyed empire of Nihilath. The gith only get a couple sidebar mentions, but for anyone who knows their lore they loom large. In that book, there's also a heavy focus on the aboleths and beholders, who have vast and bizarre realms in the Underdark. In the aboleth realm of Xarcorr, the stone itself flows like water and the laws of physics break down. A singularity somewhere in Xarcorr is even gradually devouring the substance of the Underdark. The Far Realm is tearing at the seams of reality.

And the Monster Manual 3 seals the deal. Cloakers, derro, more beholders, foulspawn, intellect devourers, krakens, PAGES of mind flayers with an elder brain. It all culminates in the star spawn, and what might be the ultimate creature to fight in all of 4E. You can take on Orcus, Tiamat, Lolth, Asmodeus, and that's cool...but this book offers the chance to fight Allabar, the Opener of the Way.

It's a star.

An entire fucking star covered in eyes and tentacles that wants to tear open reality and let the Far Realm devour everything.

Heroes and Villains

And this is what the githyanki are ultimately contending with. In 4E, their fight isn't just against the mind flayers. The Eternal Crusade the githyanki fight is against the Far Realm itself. The silver swords allow them to recognize the times when the Far Realm manages to seep into the Astral Sea. They marshal a "savage and decisive military response" that ends the threat immediately. Most people don't even realize how often this happens, because the githyanki are always ready.

The gul'othran, the faction that wants to conquer everyone? They do what they do because they want to deny the mind flayers a future empire by conquering everything first. It's horrifying extremism in the face of an apocalypse that could rip all of reality to shreds.

That "page 13" I said to ignore earlier is a description of a possible campaign arc where the githyanki finally go on a full offensive. They want to invade the Far Realm themselves and take the fight to their enemies. The players are tasked with stopping this invasion, because unzipping the Far Realm is a VERY bad idea in general, but in context of the rest of the 4E lore...well. Anyone who hears about Allabar, or experiences the trypophobia-inducing Hatchlands of the beholders, or bears witness to the ruins of the ancient mind flayer empire, might be tempted to let it happen. After all, even with all the horrible things they've done, the githyanki have the weapons, experience, and allies to hold the line. They've been holding the line for eons.

And everyone in the world of 4th Edition should pray to whatever god is listening that the githyanki keep doing that.

#nork rants #githyanki #d&d #this took. three days. to write.#and i trimmed out SO MUCH STUFF

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dudesrysly · 6 months

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Firehouse Dates

As much as he wanted to, Buck couldn’t bring himself to tell everyone about him and Tommy. He was trying to overcome his fear but it felt impossible. That was until he tied Tommy’s apron in the firehouse kitchen. That was when disaster happened!

Or:

Tommy is coming to firehouse to bring dinner for everyone. They think it’s easy to hide their relationship from others. Well, they’re wrong!

So this is a Bucktommy one shot book. It’s three parts and it’s just fluff and cute moments. (And maybe some drama * jealous Eddie* )

I’m a buddie shipper but I don’t know, I think Tommy is a great character and could make Buck happy.

Part 1: Come out, Come out wherever you are!

It was six weeks into Buck and Tommy’s relationship, and Buck still kept it a secret from everyone. He knew what he was doing wasn’t quite fair to Tommy but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Not that he expected the 118 to not be supportive; he knew they would be over the moon with this news. But he still couldn’t do it. He still needed time to figure himself out. To define his relationship with his… boyfriend?

He didn’t even know what to call themselves.

And Tommy… was so supportive during this confusing time for Buck. When they met Eddie and his date in the restaurant, he told Tommy he wasn’t ready yet and Tommy understood. And he hasn’t pushed or talked about it since. It made everything easier for Buck and he was thankful for that. He was thankful for Tommy.

But lately; especially in the past few days, he felt like it was time. It was time to tell the news to everyone and talk about his relationship with Tommy. But he didn’t know how. Whenever he opened his mouth to say something, the alarm would go off or he couldn’t find the right words. It was so much harder than he imagined and all he wanted was some advice from Maddie but he couldn’t even talk to her about it.

Tommy was supposed to bring pizza for the team tonight. He wanted to spend some time with Buck because lately their shifts overlap a lot and they didn’t spend much time together. So when Tommy texted him that he was coming over, Buck was more than happy. He hadn’t seen him in two days.

Ever since he started dating Tommy, he knew it was different. He wasn’t just talking about their sexual life (which was great, by the way) but the whole relationship. It felt… right. Like for the first time in a long time, he was relaxed. He wasn’t worried about saying or doing the wrong thing. He was just in the moment with Tommy and enjoyed spending time with him. Buck knew he was with the right person this time and he didn’t want it to be over.

Tommy was different than he thought and at the same time, exactly as he imagined. He always had a way to make Buck laugh with silly jokes and surprise him with unexpected kisses now and then. like when he was watching TV and felt Tommy’s soft lips on his neck, or when he was resting his eyes on the couch after a long shift and Tommy just made it all go away with a deep kiss on his temple. The way he woke him up in the morning by dragging his fingers in his messy hair and looking at Buck when he was talking about something that happened at work that day.

He loved the way Tommy cared about him and he hoped Tommy knew he cared about him too. He tried to show it to him as much as he could.

Around eight p.m., Tommy finally showed up with the pizza. Everybody else was in the loft, setting the table but Buck decided to give Tommy a proper welcome before he came upstairs.

When Buck saw Tommy walking to him with the pizza boxes in one hand and a plastic bag in the other, he smiled at him and decided to greet him with a kiss. But it seemed like Tommy had the same plan because before Buck could say something, he pulled him into a deep but quick kiss. Even though they were alone, they didn’t want to risk it. So Tommy took a step back.

“I missed you.”

He said, with a warm smile on his face…

You can find the rest of the story and more chapters here. Or click on the name.

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1d1195 · 1 year

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Made to Be Extra III

You can read Made to Be here.

A fluffy little thing of 2.5k words

I hope you enjoy <3

“Do you think I look less pretty than normal?” She wondered.

March/April

Harry found the love of his life sitting in the car under the shade of a tree. It was a warm March day especially in the sun. The poor thing was practically ready to pop and utterly uncomfortable all the time now. It was hard to believe she still had almost another month. He opened the driver’s door and smiled at her, leaned over and pressed a kiss on her temple. “Hi angel,” he hummed. He pressed his hand on her extremely round stomach. “Hi Andy,” he cooed. They didn’t know if it was a boy or girl yet. All they knew was they were going to have little Andoni or Andrielle and they were going to be nicknamed Andy. “Did y’have fun in history class today with Mummy?” He smiled gently at the tired lady beside him.

He thought it was a girl because he read a few articles indicating some old wives’ tales that being exhausted (which the poor thing was) meant a girl at the end of the nine months.

“Andy does not care about the US in the 1990s,” she murmured. “Kicked my bladder the whole time,” she sighed. “Gonna be a little soccer player. Or really into martial arts,”

Harry had yet to feel a kick which he was utterly bummed about. He hoped Andy would let him feel it just once, but his poor punching bag of a wife insisted that Harry’s voice was so soothing that Andy fell right to sleep the minute he started talking. “M’sorry, love,” he kissed the side of her head again. “Do y’want anything before we head home?” He asked while starting the car.

“I will die if we stop anywhere,” she told him, closing her eyes and resting her forehead on the window. Andy had been lovely throughout the last eight months, honestly. She didn’t have crazy mood swings—no more than normal, as she liked to point out to Harry—no horrible nausea other than a week or two in the first trimester, and she was extremely happy that she didn’t want anything gross like pickles and peanut butter. But the exhaustion was setting it. It was hard for her to walk or even fold laundry without getting winded. Naturally, Harry took care of everything he possibly could. Waiting on her hand and foot, making sure she didn’t have to lift a finger, and always assuring her that he didn’t mind nor cared about anything she said or did. “I’m sorry, Harry,” she said after a second.

He chuckled. “What for, kitten?” He asked as he pulled into traffic.

“For not wanting to stop.”

“Don’t be silly, angel,” he rolled his eyes.

Because of the exhaustion, she was able to fall asleep in seconds, always at awkward angles. Always at Harry’s worry of her hurting her neck, like now. Cheek nearly sliding down the length of the window. He smirked glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t want to wake her as he drove back home.

She had fitful sleeps since Andy kept her up all night. “Making me practice,” she told Harry as she paced from their bedroom to the kitchen most nights.

Harry and her family were able to move them finally into a house that would become the home of three just shy of her fifth month. Harry was insistent she couldn’t lift anything that was heavier than a book (but couldn’t be one of her classroom textbooks). He pitted her whole family against her.

“Just boss us around like you always do,” her younger sister said. She rolled her eyes and pressed a hand on her stomach.

“You hear that, Andy? Auntie says I’m bossy!”

“Extremely, sweetie,” her mum said passing by with a box. She frowned and Harry winked at her as he and her dad lifted the heavier furniture in between all the girls relaying the boxes into the house. “It’s okay, honey. You’re good at it. We would all be lost without you,” he told her.

She rolled her eyes. “Anne and Gemma never make fun of me,” she reminded them.

“That’s because they still think you’re sweet,” her middle sister said.

“Yeah, Harry. Why is that? You know the real her. You shouldn’t lie to your mom and sister like that,” the younger one said.

Harry thought their banter was one of his favorite things about this family. Even her divorced parents seemed amicable enough to help their eldest daughter and still kindly poke fun at her. Harry came to her side once the sofa was in position where she wanted it. “How are we doing m’loves?” he asked rubbing his hand over her tummy just barely starting to show.

“I swear Andy only kicks when you’re not in earshot,” she murmured. “I really want to help,” she said knowingly. “I think I could easily carry a box or two. Women have been having babies for thousands of years and I bet they still had to help carry stuff back to their caves.”

“You are growing m’baby,” he reminded her, quietly. So as not to draw a lot of attention from her family. They didn’t mind the couple at all, but he knew she was shy at being overly affectionate in front of them. “You’re helping plenty, kitten,” he promised, pressing his hands to either side of her face and kissed her forehead. Letting his lips linger for a moment. “And we don’t live in a cave,” he reminded her as he and her dad started on the bed frame.

When he arrived at home, he grabbed their work bags and hurried to put them inside the door before returning for her. Carefully he opened her door, holding her up as she slumped toward the space where the door no longer was. Unless the baby woke her up, she was the heaviest sleeper in these little naps she took. “Hey, kitten, Andy,” he hummed. “We’re home m’loves,” he crouched toward the floor and unbuckled her. She slumped forward more. “Angel,” he cooed shaking her gently as he held her up.

“Mmm...” she moaned. “M’sleepy.”

“Let’s jus’ get y’inside, love,” he said quietly. As if she were made of glass, he carefully helped her to standing, pressing gently on her lower back. They didn’t speak as he guided her inside.

“I miss coffee,” she whined as he settled her onto the sofa. He chuckled and frowned.

“I know, angel,” he lifted her legs, setting them on a small stack of throw pillows he had there specifically for his love to recline comfortably. He pulled her shoes off and tossed them toward the front door near the mat she had laid out just for frequent shoes. “Soon,” he promised kissing her forehead. “Cold or hot?”

She frowned.

“Both?” He asked.

She nodded. “You’re so nice to me,” she sounded wispy—like she may cry. It had been almost a month since she had a mood swing resulting in rivers of tears.

“Don’t cry, kitten,” he said and draped her softest, warmest blanket over her and flicked the little desk fan on, so it pointed at her. “Jus’ want m’love t’be comfortable.”

“Don’t you want to kick for Daddy?” She asked rubbing her tummy. “She is so active when I talk. It’s got to be you,” she mumbled. Forgetting about the tears that were about to explode out of her.

“She hmm?”

Her cheeks turned a slight shade of pink. She had been avoiding pronouns—opting for Andy instead. She didn’t care if they were having a boy or a girl. As long as the baby was happy and healthy it truly didn’t matter. But she couldn’t help but think how much fun it would be to pamper a little girl lately. “I’m sorry,” she said. She didn’t want Harry to think she had some feeling—she didn’t. If Andy was a boy she would love him no less than if he were a girl.

“I think a little girl would be lovely,” Harry promised, easing her worried mind.

“There are so many girls in my family,” she reminded him.

“Then a little boy would be perfect, too,” he smirked and kissed her forehead. He moved toward the middle of her body, pressing his hands on her tummy and bringing his mouth close to her shirt. “Whoever you are, m’gonna love you with m’whole heart,” he whispered, kissing where he spoke.

She stretched a bit. Her back was aching. The little one was low in her tummy making her think it would be a boy if she were to believe the old wives’ tales. “Do you think I look less pretty than normal?” She wondered.

“Kitten, number one, I think you are the prettiest pregnant lady ‘ve ever seen in m’life. M’sad it’ll be over soon. May have t’get y’pregnant as soon as possible jus’ t’keep y’so pretty like this,” he remarked running his hands down the length of her legs and he sat beside her feet where he began massaging gently into the soles of her feet. He meant every word. It was like she was made to be pregnant. Not in an oppressive way. She just wore it so well and looked so utterly beautiful. “Secondly, I’d be an idiot t’answer that question at any time.”

She frowned. “I think I look the same,” she admitted. “Means it’s a boy.”

He smirked and she dropped her head back against the sofa as he rubbed her feet. “I love you so much,” she moaned.

He chuckled. “I love you, too, kitten.”

“I wish you could be pregnant just so you could experience how amazing this foot rub is.”

Harry smiled. “So... some of the kids want t’throw you a baby shower,” he told her. “I know y’hate surprises so m’telling y’now. So y’can act surprised.”

“They’re not supposed to give me gifts,” she frowned.

“I explained that; even if I think it’s a bit unfair they want t’spoil you as y’deserve,” Harry nodded in agreement. “They said, and I quote, ‘I will totally fight administration if they don’t let me give her a baby outfit.’ So. I think its out of our hands.”

“That’s really sweet,” she frowned again—but not like before when Harry thought she would cry. She solely thought it was sweet.

“You are their favorite teacher,” he reminded her. She felt her cheeks warm. Now it had been almost five years at this school. Standing across the hall from Harry between classes he was front row to watching people adore his wife—not even close to the amount he admired her, but it was still adorable to watch. Students smiled at her or made jokes with her as they passed her room. She had stragglers refuse to go to their next class for just a few more minutes of her maternal love—an hour-long class wasn’t enough. Students wanted to stay during lunch just to be in her presence and hear her make jokes.

“Maybe history teacher. Pretty sure it’s no competition against the culinary teacher. You can’t compete with food.”

“You have snacks,” he reminded her.

She shrugged. Then her head snapped up. “Get me my bag,” she said hurriedly. Harry looked at her confused. Nervous and worried but did as she requested. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner,” she whispered to herself.

“Think of—”

“Shh,” she hushed and reached in her bag for the thick history text. She reached out for his hand holding it in her gently. She opened the book to what seemed to be a random page and started reading. “By the early 1960s, many women were increasingly resentful of a world where newspaper ads separated jobs by gender, banks denied women credit, and female employees were paid less for the same work. Nearly—” Her voice caught but she continued reading as if it hadn’t. Harry was clueless. Nervous she was having some weird episode. “half of American women worked by the mid-1960s, but three-fourths of these women worked in lower—” as she continued reading, Harry was watching her face intently, still quite worried about her mental well-being as it was by far the oddest thing she had done to date reading about the women’s movement from her classroom textbook.

But soon Harry realized why. While he was gazing at her beautiful face, she moved her hand to her tummy allowing him to feel the little future soccer star inside her. He swallowed the breath afraid to make any movements. He didn’t hear the words his lovely wife was saying. All he could focus on was the feel of the little bumps along her stomach. It wasn’t plausible but Harry never wanted her to stop reading. He wanted to feel the little one for as long as possible. He had waited so long and now that she was approaching the final month, he thought he might not feel it.

As she read, she guided Harry’s hand along her stomach so he could feel all the little kicks to her abdomen. He knelt to the floor for an easier reach, just staring at baby Andy through her tummy. He couldn’t wait to meet the little one. He hoped that the baby looked just like his gorgeous wife. Or maybe a good mix of the two of them—but mostly her. If Harry wasn’t so focused on the feel of his little baby kicking the woman he loved so much, he would have been staring right at his beautiful wife until his eyes fell out of his head.

After a long read through the women’s movement in the US of the 1960s, she finally stopped reading, reaching the end of the chapter, and closed the book. Harry gazed at her with so much admiration her stomach flipped.

“I love you, so much,” he whispered.

As soon as his mouth opened the kicking stopped. She giggled. “Daddy’s voice makes me all safe and warm too,” she whispered rubbing her stomach. “I love you, too,” she answered.

Harry scooted on the floor toward her head, cupping the sides of her face in his hands. “You are my hero,” he told her seriously. “Thank you for taking care of little Andy here,” he whispered and leaned in to kiss her.

“Thanks for taking care of us,” she murmured around his flurry of kisses. “You’re going to be the best daddy in the whole world.”

Harry grinned against her lips feeling unbelievably lucky he had the whole world in his hands figuratively and literally with her and Andy.

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forabeatofadrum · 6 months

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Just Some Guy (1/9)

Summary: Matt Christopher Davis lives a simple life, since he doesn't do much. He wants to study magic at Watford, find a girlfriend, and hang out with his best friend John Johnson at the Watford Chess Club. After all, unlike his famous classmate Simon Snow, he's just some guy.

Notes: Hello, hello and welcome to Just Some Guy, the story of all years of Snowbaz at Watford told from an outsider perspective of someone who doesn't really care about them. I came up with this idea back in 2022 and I am glad I can finally share it. I was inspired by Niamh Brody not keeping track of the Chosen One bullshit and by Patrick Ness's book The Rest Of Us Just Lives Here. I hope you guys like Matt as much as I do.

The name Matt Christopher Davis is courtesy of @mostlymaudlin, @raenestee and @aristocratic-otter, with the idea to use MCD as initials from @facewithoutheart. I asked the Carry On Discord for suggestions for a basic bitch name, and they delivered. Matt is sometimes referred to as Matty Chris D., a nickname from @cutestkilla.

Lastly, it's time for a good ole fanfiction disclaimer, but not because of Rainbow Rowell, but because of Ngozi Ukazu. John Johnson belongs entirely to her. He's originally a character from her webcomic Check, Please!, which y'all should totally check out. The reason Johnson is in this fic is because, well, I thought it'd be funny, especially since Johnson is as usual aware of his fictionality. "John Johnson" is the most basic bitch name possible, and I almost picked it for MCD till I realised there's already a John Johnson.

And with all that, enjoy.

AO3

Year 1

MATT

To be honest, I can’t quite believe I am finally at Watford. My parents give me a final hug before it’s time for them to leave.

“You’re going to have an amazing time,” my mum says as she pets my hair.

I shrug. It’s not as if there’s going to be anything interesting happening in my life. You could state that I am the most generic person ever, and that is fine by me. Not everyone needs to have a grand adventure, and that is definitely what I realise when I see Simon Snow walk around the Great Lawn.

Of course I know about the Chosen One. Of course I know that the Chosen One starts Watford in the same years as me, but I don’t really care about him. I’m here to learn magic, make friends, and maybe meet my future spouse, which is a must for the World of Mages.

After all, I am just some guy.

I leap into this new magickal life. The Crucible casts me together with John Johnson, who claims he’s in the wrong universe, which is off-putting, but we still become fast friends.

“Like, I should be playing hockey,” John grumbles during breakfast somewhere in the year. I nod absently. John talks a lot about hockey.

“Sure,” I say. There are plenty of other sports to join, but I don’t really know. I have eight more years to figure out what to do, so I am not in a rush.

“Whatever man, you’re about to go on your own narrative journey. It’s going to be amazing for the both of us!” John says excitedly, “Look at me, I’m British now! I am eleven!”

I shove some toast down my throat and I look around the dining hall. There are so many students. My eyes fall on the Chosen One who’s talking to a girl, who nods along to every word. I don’t really keep track of what the Chosen One is doing with his life, but I’m glad he’s made a friend. The first few weeks of classes were unbearable because of his sheer magic exuding into the classrooms. We’ve all gotten used to it now, but it did isolate him a bit.

I don’t know the girl’s name, but she doesn’t seem to mind the magic.

I take a look at the Chosen One. He has only been part of the World of Mages for a few months, but he’s already gotten himself in a lot of trouble because of this whole Insidious Humdrum stuff. He’s constantly missing classes and Miss Possibelf says he’s on missions for the Mage and the Coven.

I hear him coming home quite late. Yes, John and I live across the corridor. It’s honestly quite annoying to live on top of a tower. There are so many staircases to climb. I occasionally hear the Chosen One bicker with his roommate.

What a life he must be living.

But honestly, I don’t care. I mean, I care about the Humdrum, because that thing eats magic, but our Chosen One can be the hero who saves the day. The rest of us just lives here, you know?

“Mate!” John slams the door open. The window in our small shared room almost seems to shatter. Did John do that?

I nod towards the window, but John shakes his head.

“No, it’s a dragon!” John screams.

I jump out of my seat. That’s when I hear the roar. Our window shatters for real this time and I duck to avoid the glass.

“The Humdrum sent a dragon to Watford!” John grabs my hand, “We have to run!”

“Where to?” I yell as he leads me through the corridors of Mummer’s Hall. We descent the many staircases, not knowing where to go. Right now, we just want to get outside before the building collapses. Merlin’s pants, what will happen to us now? The Humdrum was always this entity sucking the magic out of the atmosphere, but if John’s to be believed, it (he?) can now also attack? That’s never happened before!

More students are making their way outside. There are screams and panicked cries. John doesn’t seem too bothered by it. Instead, he is determined to get me out of here as fast as possible, and he succeeds. He manoeuvres us between the many, many students and the teachers who are trying to keep everyone calm.

We finally make it outside and more students are evacuating to Crowley knows where.

To my shock, it seems like John is leading me towards the Great Lawn.

I try to stop him. I’m pretty sure that the dragon is right there.

“Are you mad?” I yell, “We can’t go there!”

But John is stronger than I am and he drags me towards the Great Lawn. I was right. The dragon is there, with its wings spread wide. The Chosen One is in the air. He must’ve jumped from somewhere. His skin is shimmering and his eyes are glowing. He has the Sword of Mages raised over his head.

Then he plummets it into the dragon’s neck.

The dragon’s eyes widen and it lets out a horrendously loud roar.

Then I watch the dragon fall to its side.

A hush falls over the Great Lawn. Students and teachers alike are stunned into silence. Even the Chosen One’s chatty best friend looks shocked.

“Wicked,” John mutters next to me.

I blink a couple of times. Is this the life of the Chosen One? Of the elusive Mage’s Heir?

Speaking of, the Mage runs towards the Chosen One to help him clean up the dragon. Where was that man? He’s our headmaster, for Crowley’s sake!

“Well, that’s enough adventure for today,” John says. He’s broken out of his shock and he isn’t the only one. The Chosen One and the Mage leave the Great Lawn. The Chosen’s One’s friend (sidekick?) (isn’t that how it works with chosen ones and heroes and what not?) rushes after them. Slowly, everyone’s coming back to their senses and it’s clear that people talk about what just unfolded, but life goes on, even though the Chosen One just saved the school.

I need a bloody nap.

My parents pick me up at the Gates. It’s summer vacation and I am glad. I like Watford, but I love my family as well. We talk plenty over the phone, but it’s good to see them.

We drive home in silence. There is a weird tension between my parents, but I brush that thought aside. I just haven’t seen them in a while.

Eventually, my dad breaks the silence.

“And how would you describe your first year at school, Matty?” my dad asks.

I think about classes, and John, and my daily life here.

“Uneventful,” I answer. I didn’t do much.

#story: just some guy #holy fuck I wrote #2022 #2023 #2024 #multichaptered #carry on

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creativepawsworld · 2 years

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Chances - Part 2

Pairing = Cillian Murphy x Original Character

Summary = Part Two of Chances

Warnings = Fluff, language maybe?

Word Count = 4577

Eight Weeks Later, I had a bump. It was small and I could just about get my jeans on. To anyone I didn’t really know it simply looked as though I had gained a little weight before the holidays instead of after. Telling my parents was the hardest thing I ever had to do because it was a one night stand, my dad was not impressed. His little girl despite having two other children was out whoring herself around and got knocked up. My mum was just thrilled she was getting another grandchild. As for my boys, well they were the ones to tell me that ‘Mummy had a baby in her belly, a baby sister’ they believe. Thankfully they were excited at least for now.

The pregnancy itself wasn’t bad so far, I had no morning sickness only heartburn which could be solved by taking some medication. Working with dogs was an absolute blessing throughout the last few weeks. Every time I felt anxious or worried about having the baby, I had a pooch in front of me kissing my face and my worries away.

Clara had agreed not to contact Dermott until I was ready. She informed me that he told her he worked on the radio station Today FM in Dublin that night we were at the bar. I guess they needed something to talk about with Cillian and I preoccupied. Honestly though I don’t think I will ever be ready especially now, I couldn’t contact him after 2 months. He would never believe me, I missed my opportunity. I spent the last two months listening to his radio show though ‘Dermott and Dave’ hearing his voice had the memories of that night running through my mind. Especially the ones with Cillian, I felt so free dancing with him that night. I was more like myself then I ever had been with my ex.

“Hey, how’s the mama doing today?” Clara asked opening the door to my dog grooming parlour, located in a cabin in my back garden. I was still paying off the debt I accumulated getting the whole thing put together but it was so worth it. I got to work from home, doing exactly what I loved.

“I’m fine, jeans just about fit so can’t complain too much yet” I laughed trimming around a cockapoo’s face. The dog was sitting so perfectly still which made my job 100 times easier.

“I don’t know how you do this without wanting to steal all the dogs” Clara cooed scratching behind the dog’s ears once I stopped trimming around his mouth. “They are just so cute….yes you are….yes you are”

“Pablo is more than enough with two kids and one on the way thank you very much” I tell him with a smile as I inspected the dogs face. “Isn’t that right Charlie Boy?” I smile in the dogs face as he left a long wet lick on from my chin to my forehead.

“What you doing tonight? Does he have the kids tonight?” Clara asked taking a seat at a desk I had set up to work on the books that came with the business, finance, inventory etc and my calendar to book dogs in for their trims.

“He does yes, so my plans are a bath and an early night.”

“Change them, I want to take you out tonight for dinner. Just you and me to celebrate that little bun in the oven.”

“Clara I’m really not in the mood tonight.” I tell her honestly sighing as I stood up straight, placing both my hands on my lower back and leaning back, stretching my spine as best I could. I was tired, sore and just wanted some me time for once. Since finding out I was pregnant the kids have been full on, so had work with Christmas around the corner, everyone wanted their dogs cut for the big day.

“Too bad, I’ve made the reservation. I’ll meet you there at 7pm?” She asked but clearly it wasn’t a question I could answer how I wanted.

“Wait we aren’t going together? We always go together? Save on the petrol?”

“Well I can’t tonight, I have to visit my mum in the home and I think it’ll just be easier to meet there instead of me driving all the way back over the bridge to collect you to drive all the way back to get to Link”

“I guess. Are you sure it has to be tonight. Adam has the boys for two nights can’t we go tomorrow?”

“No” Clara replied bluntly shaking her head furiously as she swung from side to side in the soft cushioned chair I had chosen for the parlour.

“Fine, see you at 7” I replied admitting defeat as I lifted the scissors next to Charlie once more, determined to finish him within the next ten minutes.

“Cheer up you're getting a free dinner and dress pretty. It’s a celebration” Clara spoke standing to her feet before walking over to me, pecking my cheek and leaving me alone with Charlie once again.

“It’s not like I had a choice huh?” I ask the dog before burying my face in his tight curls on his head for a hug.

******

Tonight, I decided to wear a flowy skirt which hid the swelling in my stomach well and paired it was a large woollen jumper, tucked into the top of the skirt giving a causal but also a dressed-up vibe to the outfit. Pulling out my black boots, the same pair I wore Dublin I grabbed my jacket. I was already running late. My last client didn’t collect their dog until after 6pm leaving me little to no time to shower and dress. I didn’t have time to wash my hair, but it wasn’t too dirty, so I simply threw it into a messy bun as I walked out the door.

Arriving at the restaurant, the number of cars in the car park told me it was busy tonight, something I really wasn’t in the mood for but Clara had been my rock the last few weeks so I couldn’t really tell her no. Sighing to myself, I glanced around not seeing her car anywhere which was strange as she had messaged asking where I was. Ignoring that thought I walked in telling the guy at the bar I was meeting someone, and he had informed me the other person had arrived. I was expecting him to take me into the main area of the restaurant which seemed to be absolute crazy with some kind of party but instead he took me off to the other side restaurant which had only a few couples having a meal.

Looking at the floor as I walked, carefully watching his feet until he stopped as I looked up, the young waiter left as I stood in complete shock. For the first time in a long time, I felt sick, physically sick.

“Hey Paige, hope you don’t mind Clara helped set this up” Cillian smiled awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck as he stood up. Nodding my head, I didn’t know what to say or do, automatically my body moved forward wrapping my arms around his neck for a hug he awkwardly accepted. As I inhaled deeply through my nose, the smell of his aftershave was making my mouth water and causing a dull ache between my legs.

“Nice to see you again Cillian” I managed to squeak out as we pulled away. Trying not to be awkward I moved around to take my seat by the window, Cillian had his back to the entire restaurant next to him was a pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses which I thought was odd, it was November and there wasn’t a lot of sun. Just rain, lots of rain.

“How are ya?” He asked once we were both settled. Since the last time I saw him, his hair had grown out a little, especially on the sides but he still really looked good. Those blue eyes were just as alluring as the first time I saw them.

“I’m good, how are you?” I respond grabbing the glass of water in front of me and taking a sip as he responded with a simple good. Nodding my head, I placed the glass back on the table looking around the restaurant before resting my eyes on his which just so happened to be staring back at me. Almost like he was trying to work out what was different. “So why are we here? I thought it was a one-time thing considering the distance between us”

“Yeah, I thought so to, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you, even tried to find you. When I got home… after we, you know, you weren’t there. You had disappeared”

“I didn’t want to overstay my welcome”

“Well Scout enjoyed your breakfast” He laughed, his right hand reaching up and scratching the side of his head, his eyes dropping to the linen tablecloth.

“You got me breakfast?” I asked completely taken back by his words. I felt so many emotions bubbly in my stomach as he looked up to meet my eyes once more.

“Yeah, I had nothing at home as I was away for the last 8 weeks for work so didn’t have any food in. I went to the local bakery got a few things but well…”

“I’m so sorry. I had no idea. I thought you left to give me time to get out so you could go about your business.” I tell him honestly, feeling like a complete idiot. Placing my hand on my head, tears filling my eyes as I avoided eye contact. This was nothing worth crying about but my hormones had other ideas.

“God no, I’m not that kind of man Paige. I like to spend the morning after you know talking, having breakfast, not like I do that often. In fact, I haven’t done that in years, not sex. One night stands I mean” He rambled over his words as he tried to find the right words to say without making himself look bad.

“I’m really sorry I had no idea. Honestly” I breathe out using my free hand to fan my face. “God, I feel terrible now”

“Don’t, please” Cillian smiled reaching forward to take my hand that was fanning my face into his own, his thumb rubbing small circles across my knuckles. “But I did go to the hotel you were staying to return your key card you left it at mine, and I was hoping you might still be about, but you had checked out”

“That’s really unfortunate. It sounds like a bad version of Cinderella” I laughed thinking about the classic Disney fairy-tale I read to my children before bed last night.

“Yeah, the hotel were no help wouldn’t even give me your last name, so I thought that was it. You were to live on in my memories that was it but when Clara got in touch with Dermott…”

“Wait, Clara contacted Dermott?” I interrupted him mid-sentence. Of course she contacted him, how else would Cillian be sitting opposite me now if she hadn’t. Staring at the man in front of me, I smiled I thought I would have been annoyed at her for contacting him when I didn’t ask her to but seeing him here, in front of me. I was happy.

“Yeah a few weeks ago, it was actually rather funny” Cillian chuckled to himself, a chuckle that made my heart skip, it was a sound I’d happily listen to on repeat. “She called the radio show Dermott does and instead of telling him about her thoughts on whether meditation or DIY was more relaxing which was what they were discussing at the time she immediately jumped down his throat asking for me.”

“Live on the radio?”

“Live on the radio” Cillian repeated with a laugh. “Of course, most people who follow me know Dermott and I are close so that just started a whole headache for him on the show with people texting in and stuff but yeah. He got her number when they went off live and well here, we are”

“She has no shame I’m so sorry about that” I sighed rubbing my head with my hand. “Are you on radio as well? Is that why people were interested in finding you?” I asked still not sure what he did for a living but like he did whenever I asked the other night at the bar he laughed.

“Not exactly no.” He shakes his head inhaling deeply as if this was the hardest thing, he had to admit to someone. “I’m an actor, I wouldn’t say a huge actor but big enough.”

“Can’t be that big if I don’t know who you are” I challenged with a smirk on my face. It could have gone either way, he could have been offended with what I said or not. Thankfully it was the latter, in fact he just laughed, a sound that was quickly becoming my favourite thing in the world tonight.

“I guess not no.” He smiled taking my other hand in his, now holding both my hands as he inhaled deeply. “Have you heard of the Tv show Peaky Blinders?”

“I have but I haven’t watched it, just never really got around to it but it is on my watch list” I tell him with smile. I was behind on so much television, had been since having kids and starting my own business.

“Right, well you know it has a huge following right?” He questioned, his eyes never leaving mine. I could feel the nerves radiating off him as he spoke, almost as if he was afraid that the next words out of his mouth would scare me away.

“Of course, my brother and his girlfriend are obsessive with the show. They loved it, it was them who told me to watch it actually.”

“Well, Paige. I am the lead actor in that show. I play Thomas Shelby”

“You…you what?”

“Please don’t freak out on me” He sighed, his face creasing into a grimace as he watched the words float around my mind. I wasn’t stupid I knew the following Peaky Blinders had; it was almost like a cult. The fans were fiercely dedicated to the show.

“Are you playing with me? You’re joking with me, right?” I ask unsure how to handle the information he just gave me. There was no way, no chance that the man in front of me was a TV star I mean he was definitely handsome enough to be on TV or maybe even a model but no, he couldn’t be. I couldn’t be pregnant with a TV stars baby. This wasn’t some rom-com film made in Hollywood this was my life.

“No, I’m not, the reason Dermott had a headache during the show was because fans were calling in asking if I was in the building or around for the day to be interviewed by him. Maybe they were hoping I’d take a few phone calls I don’t know …”

“You're really a celebrity?”

“It's not a word I liked to use but yes” He admitted warily. Nodding my head a little, my stomach slowly turning at the news, pulling my left hand from his I held it over my mouth as I tried to control my breathing. I was not about to be sick; it was a comfort thing. “Are you alright? You’ve gone incredibly pale?”

“I’m fine, it's just not what I was expecting you to say” I tell him removing my hand from my mouth and waving his words off.

“Do you want a drink? It might help with the shock?” He spoke, his head looking around for a waiter in case he needed to order some alcohol.

“Oh no I can’t drink with the baby” I replied without thinking, realising what I had said I looked at Cillian who had suddenly paled himself. This was not how I wanted to tell him I was pregnant; it’s not how anyone should find out they were going to be a parent.

“The what?”

“The uh…the”

“Are you pregnant?” He asked his eyes wide, never leaving mine as the one hand holding my own squeezed prompting an answer from me but instead of words I could only nod. The tears welling in my eyes as I bit my lip.

“Are you ready to order?” A young girl came over with a bright smile. Turning my head so I was looking away from her, feeling embarrassed by the tears in my eyes.

“Um give us a few more minutes please. Thank you” I heard Cillian tell the girl who quickly left the table. “Hey, hey look at me” Cillian spoke once again to get my attention, his hand pulling on my own slightly until I turned back towards him, my eyes still not meeting his own.

“I’m so sorry this wasn’t supposed to happen. You're not even supposed to be here. I didn’t want you to know in case it ruined your life. It’s my mistake I can deal with it myself.” I ramble on and on at first Cillian doesn’t stop me as I continue to dig my own hole. “I didn’t know you were an actor, it's not for money, or blackmail, I swear…”

“The baby is mine?” He asked breaking my train of thought but the question itself had the tears falling freely from my eyes. I must have looked a right state, no doubt my makeup was ruined and my face was probably red and blotchy thanks to the tears.

“I’m sorry”

“Why are you sorry? This is just as much my fault as it is yours?” He replied softly. I’m not going to lie I was taken back by his calm approach; in fact, it confused me why was he taking this so well. Was this his acting skills kicking in? Was he really panicking on the inside? “You weren’t going to tell me?”

“I didn’t think you’d want to know”

“That I’m having another kid? Of course I want to know, I want to be a part of their life.” He chuckled breathily. “You are planning on keeping it right?”

“Yeah” I nodded biting my lip, glancing up to make eye contact for a brief second. It was possible he was just saying all this to keep me happy tonight then go back to Dublin and live out the rest of his days as the guy from Peaky Blinders, forgetting all about me and this baby.

“So, you’re what 8 weeks?” He asked, looking down at the linen clothed table as I nodded my head. “So, you must have a scan soon what is that like 10-week scan or something?”

“12-week scan”

“12 week right. Not to overstep or anything but can I, you know… Can I come with you?” The question itself caught my attention and suddenly I was staring at him, trying to figure out what his game was. However, the look in his eyes were nothing but sincerity and to be honest what looked like happiness.

“Why?” I questioned breathily. The whole situation I was in has completely confused me, this wasn’t right. He should be more shocked, looking for a way out not wanting to know about appointments.

“Why?” He laughed at the question, finding it rather amusing as I tried to find any form of malice in his face “Um to see the baby? If that is okay?”

“Why do you want to be involved? Surely you could have any woman you desire hanging off your arm why settled with me?”

“Because…” He started to speak, only I didn’t want to hear what he had to say, instantly interrupting him.

“Because you made a mistake and got me knocked up. Don’t make a martyr out of yourself Cillian. You’re off the hook, the baby and I don’t need you.” I spoke with a slight malice in my voice. I wasn’t sure why I was so anger towards him, maybe it was my lack of trust in men thanks to my ex but tonight, it was Cillian getting the brunt of my pent up frustration and anger. “I’m no longer hungry” I tell him pulling my hand from his and standing to my feet grabbing my bag.

“Paige wait…” He called after me as I walked out of the restaurant ,ignoring all the eyes that were watching the scene in front of them. Once I was free of the prying eyes and outside, I ran to my car quickly unlocking it but before I could get in I had to rush towards the grass verge to be sick.

“Great” I groaned holding my belly as the bitter taste of bile settled in my mouth, my chest feeling as though it was on fire as I stood up straight inhaling the fresh air around me in hopes of settling myself.

“Paige, wait…” I had Cillian’s voice once more, looking over my shoulder I noticed he was fast approaching me. In a panic, I dropped my bag the contents spilling over the ground. “Can you stop? What just happened back there?”

“Why are you bothering with me Cillian? Go be free. Live your fancy actors life without any responsibilities.”

“I am hardly without responsibilities Paige, I have two sons of my own to my ex wife.” He sighs bending down to help pick up the contents of my purse, pausing at the small packet of ginger biscuits, a small laugh escaping his mouth.

“In case I get hungry when I’m out and about” I tell him taking the packet of biscuits from his hand and placing them in my bag. Standing up straight albeit to fast I stumbled over nothing as Cillian’s hands steadying me until the dizziness subsided. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome” He replied hands still firmly placed on my arms. “Look can we at least talk about this, I assume your opinion on men are we are complete bastards but come on, you owe me a chat at least yeah?”

“One chat” I tell him with a nod of my head. “We can talk at my house though. I’m not going back in there I made a right arse of myself.”

“Makes a change from me doing it” He smiled, bringing up the last time we were together in the bar. Smiling myself at the memory, I felt the sudden anger I had towards him fade as we stood opposite each other next to my car.

“Do you need a ride?”

“Yeah, Clara just kind of left me here. I haven’t a clue where I am”

“Come on then” I smile brightly nodding my head towards the passenger side of the car. Inhaling deeply, I entered my small blue car, it was a simple 3 door Ford Fiesta, but it was honestly the best car I have ever owned. Sadly, though I feared it was no longer practically, it was hard enough with my two boys getting them in and out of the car, having to climb myself to get in and out of the back to buckle them up now I had a third child on the way. There was no way this would be practical.

“Do you live far?” Cillian asked as I drove from the restaurant out to the main road towards the other side of the bridge where I lived.

“No not really, only about five minutes, ten depending on the traffic” I shrug off checking both ways for traffic before making my exit onto the bridge.

“Seems like a nice neighbourhood.” Cillian commented as I reversed the car into my driveway. Exiting the car I noticed he looked around the quiet street I lived, everyone either still out or tucked up for the evening in their homes.

“Nothing compared to yours” I tell him shyly looking down at my keys in my hands as I tried to find my front door key. I had been meaning to take my work keys off them, keep them separate from months but just kept forgetting.

“I think it’s perfect” He spoke, his breathe hitting the back of my neck as we entered the small hallway. I was beyond grateful I had cleaned the house this morning before my first client. Opening the wooden door to the living room. My little chihuahua Pablo was over immediately smelling at Cillian’s shoes.

“Careful, he will cover you in hair, he is casting something awful at the moment.”

“Never worry, Scout is the same. Just something they go through isn’t it pup” He spoke, his voice trailing off into a baby voice as he took a seat, Pablo was straight up sniffing everywhere he could before Cillian gently cupped his tiny head pressing a small kiss on the crown of it. In response Pablo had thrown himself into Cillian, soaking his face in small licks before rolling over on his back looking for a tummy scratch.

“Oh course, I forgot you had a dog” I mused walking past the pair and into the kitchen. “Would you like anything to eat or drink?”

“Yeah sure, whatever you are having” Cillian responded. Rather than give him a Pepsi Max I grabbed a bottle of Corona beer from the fridge I had left over from Clara’s birthday a few months back and opening it. Walking back into the living room I offered it to Cillian who thanked me, taking a small sip before he started laughing to himself. “I was going to ask if you were gonna join me but…ya know” He continued after I gave him a strange look to explain his sudden laughter.

“Yeah, we got ourselves a little problem” I nodded with a sigh, sitting next to him on the two seater sofa.

“You mean blessing” Cillian corrected leaning back on the sofa, his arm resting on the back as his body turned slightly towards me. “Would you have ever told me?” He asked jumping straight into the hard conversation he clearly wanting to have.

“I didn’t know how to reach you”

“You know where I live” He commented with a small smile. Tilting my head to the side, I couldn’t stop the smile working its way on face as I rolled my eyes.

“Yes but I wasn’t going to your house in Dublin to tell you the random woman you slept with 8 weeks ago is pregnant with your child. You would think me insane” I chuckle looking down at the open can of Pepsi Max in my lap, using my index finger I traced the silver rim.

“I won’t lie to you, I definitely would” He laughed, a deep hearty laughed that had me laughing along with him. “I guess I will be forever grateful for Clara for reaching out. I would have hated to miss out on this little ones life” He spoke softly, reaching a hand over and placing it on my knee.

“Do you really mean that?” I asked, suddenly feeling incredibly fragile, incredibly exposed to Cillian as we sat opposite each other on my sofa.

“I really mean it Paige” He spoke, barely above a whisper. Slowly he started leaning closer to me, I felt myself lean closer to him until we were mere inches apart. “I’m gonna be here for you Paige.”

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casspurrjoybell-33 · 6 months

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Wreckless - The Escape

*Warning Adult Content*

Emmett

This week hasn't been much better except that Finnegan is sleeping pretty well.

I guess I shouldn't say it's not much better, that's a massive improvement.

He's still working too hard and we've got my birthday hanging over my head even though we sort of dropped the whole thing after I apologized yet again.

That night, Finnegan decided to give me a hell of a good time instead and I didn't say no.

He's told me a few times since then that he's fine, that he's over it but he's been snippy and pissy this week.

He reminds me of the Finnegan I found in his hallway that night all those months ago.

Man, it feels like ages.

I think he's missing little time and it's getting to him but I can't make him do it.

I don't think he can either.

I keep thinking that tonight will be the night but so far, no sign of him.

I even challenged him to a remote controlled car race last night and he did it but it wasn't the same.

The excitement, the glow, the glee wasn't there.

That's why I'm more relieved than you can imagine when he texts me Friday afternoon.

Finnegan Walker: Do you want to head to the beach with me, tomorrow? I can only do one night but I could use a break.

I don't even have to think about it.

Emmett Locke: Absolutely.

The beach will help.

He's finally going to let 'Little Finn' out to play and I can't wait.

We are packed and in the car by eight.

We've even decided to just get breakfast on the road because we were so anxious to leave.

That's when I find out that Finnegan has never had a Krispy Kreme donut.

I fix that situation pronto.

He's eaten two when he says...

"I know it's a lot of driving so I don't mind helping out."

Not happening, besides...

"I love this car. I don't mind driving it at all."

"I need get a lease, no reason to rent this one but I haven't bothered yet. It's been nice having all the space."

Geesh, I can't imagine how much it's costing him.

He doesn't care though so why should I?

The space, so he'll get something smaller.

I'm not surprised.

"I can't lie, I'm gonna miss this. We'll have to pack light if you get another Roadster."

I've never had an SUV but I totally get the appeal.

"Yeah, I thought about that. Not sure what I'm going to get, yet."

"If I can help let me know."

Maybe I can talk him something decent sized for trips.

My car, well I'm not sure I trust it to drive the whole way to the beach and it's just a little sedan.

"Where are we staying?"

"Oh, I just got a hotel for the night. It's hard to find anything on a weekend in the middle of August."

I know... I was surprised that he got a house last time.

Stuff at the beach usually books up by February.

"That's fine by me, darling."

"They only had a room with two double beds."

Ugh.

"Well we'll either hold hands across the gap or use one to fuck in and one to sleep real, real close in."

He laughs.

"I'm just kidding. Please. We have a suite."

Of course he does.

"But it wouldn't phase you, would it?"

Seriously? Not at all.

Of course I prefer a decent sized bed, especially since he hasn't been sleeping well but no.

"Darling, I've slept on the ground, on cots, in trucks and in foxholes. Any bed is fine by me."

"It's really hard to fuck with you."

"No comment."

He smacks me gently on the shoulder.

This is good, he's more 'Little Finn' than he's been in weeks and we're not even there yet.

"So am I, Em."

I got an 'Em'.

It makes me smile.

"And I'm really glad we're getting away today. They said it might rain tonight, I hope it doesn't."

"We'll have fun either way, darling. We're almost to the bridge."

"Yah."

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02/19/24, afternoon

Life is so busy, in good ways and in bad, but it's SO busy, that even the good ways start feeling bad.

Just too much to do and not enough time or money to do them.

I've got books, Death Stranding, Ed comes out for Street Fighter 6 in eight days, FF7 Rebirth comes out in 10, I need a new Digimon deck cause my friends just get mad against the two I play right now, and I keep discovering new games I enjoy at work that other folks refuse to play with me. Movies and shows to watch too- need to re-watch the 90's animated X-Men since we're getting proper new episodes- very hype about that.

Legends and Lattes was a good book I borrowed from a friend. He picked up the prequel and gave it to me to read first because I've been reading a lot in my spare time cause it's free/cheap and figured I'd finish it quick, but I'm in the middle of The Archive Undying right now, which the same friend got me for Christmas, so now I feel slightly rushed to finish both fast.

Star Wars Unlimited, the new Star Wars TCG, seems interesting. I'm not especially big on Star Wars as a franchise, and I only played one game with the Darth Vader starter against the Luke starter, but I think the game has good bones- took a lot of good aspects of other TCGs and made something pretty unique that feels interactive, very tempo-based, and difficult to power creep. Bonus that it's designed with drafting and sealed play in mind, which makes it very accessible to new players that may not be interested in constructed play. Unfortunately, no one else I normally play games with is interested in playing with me, and I don't really have time to introduce more friends into my life atm, so that may go unexplored for a while.

Similar situation with Dune Imperium Uprising. Played it at a staff game night once, and been hooked on it since, but haven't been able to play again cause none of my friends are interested- plus it's, like, a four hour game and I don't own my own copy, and if I wanna buy one myself, it's gonna be like, $60+. Woof.

At least with Digimon, a lot of my costs are offset by generous friends that throw chaff from their bulk at me.

On the subject of card games, MtG's siren song has been calling me lately. My day job has me babysitting a bunch of other folks playing card games and board games all day, so I spend a lot of my time watching other people play Magic, and I've been feeling the itch. I might try to pick up a Commander deck and give it a shot.

I'd rather be playing Lorcana, which scratches a similar itch to Magic, but it's just so hard to get my hands on product. I have like, PART of a Belle deck, but with no Belle. She was $13 a pop for like, five minutes, and then the price suddenly shot back up to $20-something before I could spare the scratch to pick up a playset. Still better than the $38-something she was before, but still out of budget unless I save up a little at a time for a long time- not even to mention other Steel-Sapphire staples like Hades, Giant Tinker Bell, Let it Go, A Whole New World and Grab Your Sword. Product has been so scarce though that I think my friends have more or less given up on Lorcana entirely at this point anyway.

Trying to get together with folks when I can to flip some old YuGiOh stuff I've still got, but haven't been successful so far. Was prepped to meet with someone a few weeks ago, and then got COVID and had to put it off. :/

But yeah, no time, not enough money. When I'm not at the day job I'm drawing, and I also have to do cooking and cleaning and laundry and such on those days as well.

Or doing this cause I need a neutral party to vent my feelings and frustrations to. Bleh.

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Nov 12 2023 - 12:40am

Warning: All people places and things resembling any real people places or things are merely coincidence and are not to be taken as such.

NaNoWriMo for those of you who don't know is National Novel Writing Month. The month that it takes place during is November. Writers from around the world sit down at their computers and write as much as they can in their novels. Some write a whole new book. Others trying to get through an already started novel

Even though I am an author I never participated. This was because my, now ex friend did and never explained what it was to me. And when I would ask questions she refused to inform me acting as if my lack of knowledge made her better than me. I wish I could say I am over exaggerating and just feel bitter. She acted as if she were better than me even in subjects that I knew about and was clearly better at. I am pretty sure she didn't want to worry about me being better than her at something else especially since I am not a competitive person. I think that lack of competitive spirit bugged her. I don't know why she continued being friends with me.

Another reason I didn't participate was, when I did learn what it was, I found out through other people online acting as if they are better than everyone else because they participated in it. Which hit some old wounds and made me run away from the event.

And my last reason for not participating is that last year I spent the whole year taking care of my dying cat. I had so much stress induced writers block I couldn't even write a sentence.

This year while I was on my other social media app that I enjoy I watched a video from a woman about NaNoWriMo. She was someone I enjoyed watching. She was always impartial in her videos preferring not to put her personal opinions in her videos and when she did she made sure to make her video come across level headed and not like her opinion was the only right opinion.

Anyway I watched a video she made on the topic of NaNoWriMo. She discussed why you should do it and ways you could do it. She didn't make it sound like if you participated you were better than people who don't. She just talked about the benefits like being able to possibly finish that book you've been writing for six years now and things like that.

Watching that video made me want to try this year. And with my cat gone I had a lot of free time to fill. So I decided this was what I will do this month.

On the first day I didn't write, instead I prepped myself. I set up my space, moving things around to best suit my writing needs. I cleaned up the mess that had accumulated from the last three weeks; two taking care of my dying cat and the week after of morning. I restocked my incense. I took a shower so I wouldn't be sidetracked. I went shopping for food I could eat that was healthy and filling so I would have the brain power to work and I set out my computer glasses.

The second day is when the writing started. I set my goal for five hundred words and I went for it. I checked at every natural stopping point in my story until I reached at least five hundred words. And I stopped just after five hundred.

The first few days went well. Then on day nine when I got onto my computer it malfunctioned and I messed up resulting in me losing the previous day's five hundred twelve words. I was devastated. But after some time of grieving those words, complaining about it to the Internet and taking several breaks I rewrote them plus a little more ending the chapter I was on. I then continued and finished writing day nine's five hundred words too. That day I wrote almost one thousand five hundred words total. It took me eight hours but I did it.

I was so proud of myself that the rest of the week I ended up writing at least seven hundred words a day. Including today which was a total of one thousand one handed and one words total.

But today was special. I decided that I needed to read through my eight year old unfinished book I am working on to make sure it makes sense, is cohesive up to the point I have written. And that the characters didn't change too much since the book had only taken place over the core of ten days so far. But I had to read through sixteen chapters at forty-five thousand two hundred seventy eight words long. It took all day because I couldn't stop myself from editing all the mistakes I saw.

All I have to say is that even though it took me sixteen hours I am very proud I did it. I was able to fix plot holes and unwanted character changes. I could fix continuity errors that I didn't notice before. And now I feel very good about what I've written so far.

I was sitting here before writing this thinking about how I want to read more of my book. It may sound conceited but I love my book. It's entertaining, exciting and funny. It's unique too. This book has been my best idea so far and I cannot wait to see it finished.

My goal for this NaNoWriMo is to get as close to finishing my book as I can. I want to make sure though that I am pacing myself well. Which is one of the reasons I decided on a five hundred words a day goal.

If you decide you want to participate in NaNoWriMo I really hope you enjoy yourself. But remember this is not a competition. Participating doesn't make you better than anyone else. And have fun.

If you don't want to or can't participate that's perfectly fine there is nothing wrong or bad about that. I hope you enjoy your November.

Regards,

TNL Barth

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xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx · 2 years

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Study Break - Frank Iero x Reader

Summary: You’re stressing yourself out over an exam while on tour and Frank tries to take care of you. Reader: can be read as any gender Warnings: stress, language Word count: 2 153 A/N: I have an exam in pretty exactly 12hours from posting this. Instead of studying I wrote what was supposed to be a drabble but ended up being this.

You had known it was a stupid idea even before you had decided on it, but the idea of letting someone else play your part, of letting someone else play the songs and melodies you had helped come up with had just felt absolutely wrong. But now that you were on tour with My Chemical Romance, knowing you would have to write this stupid exam two days after returning home, you felt like perhaps, just maybe, you should have sat this one out.

The past years had already been hard enough, with driving or flying out to foreign cities as soon as the last lecture of the week was over, playing two or three shows and barely making it back to the classroom in time on Monday morning. One more year of this, you told yourself, and then you would have your degree, and could go on tour with your friends, relaxing between shows just like them, instead of studying for what felt like every waking minute you did not spend on stage. But right now the promise of a whole more year of this was agonizing, especially when you already felt like the next exercise was too much.

Falling backwards onto the mattress of your bunk, in which you had sat, crouched over your book, you let out a quiet sigh. Three days until the exam. The last show of this leg of the tour was tonight, a little more than eight hours away. Maybe you should take a break, have some milk or a snack. After all you had studied since you had finished breakfast, after only a short night.

As if your thoughts had been heard, there was a quiet knock against the frame of your bunk. You groaned affirmatively, and a moment later Frank pushed the curtain you had drawn closed aside, and poked his head in.

“I brought snacks,” he declared, showing you how he was balancing a cup of cold strawberry milk and a plate with cut fruits, crackers and cheese in one hand. The cup was so cold, that condensed water from the warm bus was already running down at the sides, collecting as drops on the bottom.

“Oh my god, you are an angel,” you laughed, and sat up, taking the treats from him, and placing them on the narrow board that functioned as your headboard. “Where are the others?”

The bus had stopped what you assumed must have been a few hours ago, and not much later you had heard the other band members getting ready to go out.

“Exploring the city,” Frank shrugged. “I’m kinda certain Mikey’ll be close to missing sound-check again because he found some ice cream parlour or something.”

With furrowed brows you watched Frank gesture at you.

“What?”

“Move! I’m coming in.”

“Frank-”

All protest was futile as Frank heaved himself up and into your bunk, falling half on top of you in the narrow space.

“Oh, hello there,” he grinned, his face only inches away from yours, leaning on his elbow right besides your head.

“Get off,” you grumbled, quickly trying to crawl out from underneath Frank without him noticing the how embarrassed you had gotten all of a sudden. It was not unusual for Frank to invade your space, which you anything but minded. Still he hardly was ever as close as now, and you did not trust yourself to not do something really stupid if he stayed this close for longer.

“Whoa, so hostile,” Frank pouted, but rolled off of you, almost falling out of the bunk bed in the process, before he sat up. “So, when was the last time you took a proper break?”

The speed at which he went from childishly playful to caring and serious might one day give you whiplash.

“When was the last time you minded your own business,” you answered, sitting up again, so your back was to him and leaning over the book once more, checking the sheet of paper besides it to see which exercise you had to do next.

“I’m serious. You won’t learn anything without proper breaks.”

You had lost count of how many times you had lead similar conversations with him in the past weeks.

“I know, just another...” you counted the numbers on the sheet, “another 4 exercises.”

“How about-” you felt Frank move behind you, before he leant over your shoulder and reached for a piece of cut strawberry, “you do these exercises after the break.”

Placing his other hand on your chin, he turned your head enough to feed you the piece of strawberry, which most definitely made your face heat up. If he noticed, he did not say anything, and instead watched you with raised eyebrows, as you unhappily chewed on the fruit. But you had to admit, the sweet taste and intense aroma was better than most of the stuff you had had in the last weeks, if not months.

“Good?”

Begrudgingly you nodded in agreement, making Frank smile.

“See, not that hard.”

He reached for another piece of fruit, intending to continue feeding you, but you turned your head away, trying to maintain some sort of pride.

“I can eat myself, thanks,” you mumbled, and took the piece of apple from Frank.

“Fine, but then do it,” he replied, not at all salty, rather amused. He knew how close to a breakdown you were due to all the stress and the pressure of performing well both on stage and in the upcoming exam.

With a deep sigh you popped the apple in your mouth, and grabbed the plate before turning so your back was leaning against the outside of the bus. A victorious grin spread over Frank’s face as he watched you take a cracker first, before he grabbed a few grapes for himself. Sitting in silence you shared the food he had brought for you. It was a comfortable silence, one you were only able to share with him, nobody else. And yet the whole time you noticed him watching you. By the time you had finished eating, your mood had brightened a little, and quizzically you looked at Frank.

“What is it?”

Frank shrugged, his eyes scanning your face worriedly.

“Just… you need to take better care of yourself, you know?”

You sighed, having heard the same sermon many times already.

“I know, I know,” you shook your head. “But it’s not like I can pass this exam without studying for it.”

“That’s not- Listen, I have the highest respect for you, doing both the band and college at the same time, and I know you have to study. It’s just… I think you’d do still way good enough with a little less stressing yourself out. I just don’t want you to- I don’t know, have a breakdown or something.”

“I’m having a breakdown approximately every thirty minutes,” you joked humourlessly.

“And that’s the problem! I mean, how much did you sleep last night, huh?” Frank scooted a little closer to you, taking the plate out of your hand and placing it next to the untouched glass of strawberry milk on the little shelf. “Four hours? Five at max, right?”

You only shrugged in response, not feeling like telling him that it had probably been closer to three than to four hours.

“Please,” Frank pleaded, his eyes big as he grabbed your hands in his rough ones. “Take breaks, take a walk or a nap, eat something, drink a glass of water- I don’t care what, just take better care of yourself.”

Only half of what he was saying actually reached you, since he had lent so close that his face was only inches from yours. Up this close you could see every single dark lash, the small specks in his eyes, the faint, almost invisible freckles on his nose.

It seemed as if in just that moment Frank himself had grown aware of the proximity, of how you were holding your breath, of the intimacy of the moment.

You were about to take a breath, about to say something to diffuse the tension like you always did, in order to not make him uncomfortable, when Frank’s eyes shortly, but noticeably, skipped to your lips.

“Fuck this,” he swore in the small space between you, before closing it and pressing his lips to yours.

Surprised – pleasantly surprised – you inhaled, your hand, which was not clasped in Frank’s, coming up to his neck, holding him in place. The kiss was soft and warm, in the already too warm bunk, it tasted of summer, of strawberries and watermelon and the relief of breaks from studying. It was fresh air, and yet familiar, Frank was familiar, his smell, the feeling of his hair between your fingers. The way he kissed you was gentle, nothing like the kisses he threatened to chase Gerard or Ray around on stage with. Those were sweat and spit and teeth, but this, right here, right now, was careful, as if he was scared to hurt you, or to be pushed away.

You lost track of time, had no idea for how long you had been kissing Frank, only that you began to grow dizzy with happiness, or lack of oxygen, it was hard to tell. But it didn’t matter, it didn’t matter because you were kissing Frank, and Frank was kissing you, and it felt like somehow, in all that stress and chaos and pressure, somehow everything had fallen into place, as if you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

Eventually Frank broke the kiss, both of you breathing heavily.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he mumbled, but the way he kept his forehead pressed to yours told you he did not feel all too guilty about having kissed you without having asked for your consent first.

“Don’t be,” you answered, and kissed him again, short, softer this time, but it made him smile so hard he broke the kiss again.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so fucking long,” he grinned, his eyes searching for yours.

The only thing you were able to say to that was a weak ‘yeah’, which made Frank grin even more, if that was still possible.

For a while you sat like that, heads leant against each other, shut away from the real world outside the small bunk bed, Frank playing with your fingers and you watching him.

Only the crash of the forcefully thrown open bus door startled you, and all of a sudden everything came flooding back, the tour, the other band members, the show tonight, the exam, the studying-

“Hey Frankie, where are you,” Gerard shouted, his steps nearing the bed area.

Alarmed you sat up, anxiously looking over to Frank. As perfect as the kiss and the silence afterwards had been, you had no idea if Frank meant the others to find out. But Frank just tightened his fingers around yours gently, before answering the lead singer.

“Hey, Frankie, (y/n), we were just wondering- did you two make out?”

Gerard had, with far less care for boundaries than Frank previously, ripped open the curtain to your bunk bed and eyed the two of you suspiciously. Only then you realised that, even if there were a decent amount of distance between the two of you, and no hand-holding, Frank’s lips were still red and slightly swollen from the kiss, and so were yours most likely.

“Jealous,” Frank asked cockily, demonstratively intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Of (y/n)? Definitely,” Gerard giggled, making Frank and you both laugh. “Anyway, we were going to order some pizza, you guys want some too?”

Both Frank and you nodded in agreement, and Gerard let you know to join the rest of the band in front of the bus to choose what you wanted from a flyer the others had found somewhere, before he disappeared as quickly as he had turned up.

“Just so we’re clear here,” Frank started, watching as you slowly stretched, “I’ve liked you for a real fucking long time, and if it were up to me, we wouldn’t go back to how things were… before.”

You turned to look at him, a comfortable warmth spreading through your chest at his words.

“Then we won’t,” you told him, noticing how he relaxed at your reply.

He grinned, before he slipped out of the bunk bed, and once you had gotten out as well, he immediately intertwined his fingers with yours again. He was about to lead out to the front of the bus, when his eyes fell to your other hand, holding the book you had been working with before.

“Seriously,” he deadpanned and raised his eyebrows at you.

“Seriously. Only four more exercises, I’ll be finished by the time the pizza arrives.”

Frank rolled his eyes but grinned.

“Fine, fine,” he sighed, and pressed a kiss to your forehead before he led you out to the others.

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Kabukicho Love (Chapter 06)

I don't wanna check into the Tokyo Love Hotel. I just want your love all to myself

Successful but lonely businessman Sukuna gave up on love. Why put his heart on the line when he can just as easily buy "love" from the prettiest escorts of Tokyo? But why does this supposedly fake love feel so real when he's with the new boy he booked?

Chapter 1 ++ Chapter 2 ++ Chapter 3 ++ Chapter 4 ++ Chapter 5

Pairing: Sukuna x Escort!Yuuji Genre: Escort AU, smut, fluff Word Count: 2.3k Playlist: Sukuita Escort AU Warnings: 18+, smut, sex work, age gap (Yuuji is 21 and Sukuna 30), oral, fingering, rimming, anal, cumshot, cum eating, alcohol, light angst, mention of a side character's death in later chapters, mutual pining. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

There is art now for this series! Thank you so much to @silverink58 for drawing this beautiful picture of Sukuna and Yuuji for me! I'm so happy that you let me commission you!

"I will be busy the whole next week, every evening is already booked with business meetings. Except for Wednesday. How about we meet then, at eight? I'll take you out to dinner."

Sukuna's fingers are gently combing through Yuuji's hair, where Yuuji is resting his head on the CEO's broad chest, snuggling against his warm muscular body, occasionally trailing soft kisses over the defined pecs.

Yuuji sighs against Sukuna's soft skin,

"I would love to, but unfortunately, I only have time until five on Wednesdays."

He feels Sukuna's arm around him tense up. His fingers stop caressing Yuuji's hair and instead tighten the slightest bit in the soft strands.

"Oh, why is that? Already have a date scheduled?"

His low voice sounds casual, bored even, but there's a certain tone to it that tells Yuuji his favorite client isn't as unbothered as he tries to act.

Yuuji lifts his head from Sukuna's chest to gaze up at him. Is Sukuna jealous?

The thought makes Yuuji's heart skip a beat. He catches himself wishing that this could really be true. For a split second, he lets himself daydream about a world where Sukuna is jealous because he wants Yuuji all to himself. Because he likes Yuuji.

But Yuuji is probably just being stupid. A naive daydreamer, just like his grandpa always calls him. No, there must be another reason for Sukuna's irritation. He's the type of man used to always getting what he wants, so he's probably not happy about getting denied a wish. Yes, that must be it.

Sukuna's maroon gaze is fiery when it meets Yuuji's.

Yuuji feels guilt flood his stomach. He doesn't want to be the reason for Sukuna to feel irritated about something, especially since the reason for Yuuji's unavailability has nothing to do with his work.

Before he can stop himself, the words tumble out of his mouth:

"It's not a date. On Wednesday afternoons, I always visit my grandpa. On Mondays and Fridays, I can see him in the mornings before classes, but he has a treatment on Wednesday mornings, so..."

He stops and averts his gaze, feeling his cheeks heating up. He shouldn't have said that.

They are always told to keep their personal matters away from their clients, especially when it's something like a sick grandpa. The clients pay money to take a break from their stressful lives, escape their problems, enjoy a pretty boy, and have a good time. They don't want to hear about their little plaything's issues!

Yuuji silently curses himself for being so thoughtless. His cheeks are glowing with a blush now, and he stammers hastily:

"Sorry...um, that was... I shouldn't have.."

"Yuuji, no. It's ok."

One of Sukuna's large hands cups his cheek and makes him lift his head again. The maroon eyes look much softer this time.

"You look after your grandpa?"

"No, he is at a nursing home. I just visit him. He doesn't want me to, but I want to keep him company. I know he gets lonely without me even if he doesn't admit it."

Sukuna chuckles softly, and his hand caresses Yuuji's cheek tenderly, making Yuuji involuntarily turn his face into the warm touch.

"So, you do look after him. Keeping the old man company counts too. You're such a good boy."

The praise makes Yuuji's heart beat up to his throat. He doesn't have anyone around him who tells him what he's doing is good. His only family left is his grandpa, and the grumpy old man never has words of thanks or praise for his grandson. It's so nice to hear Sukuna's sexy calm voice call Yuuji a good boy and feel his gentle caress on his skin.

He thinks they can drop the topic now, and Sukuna will move on to something more pleasurable. Proceed to do the things he pays Yuuji for.

But none of that happens, and instead, the CEO cocks his head, and those beautiful maroon eyes look deeply into Yuuji's. He looks thoughtful and curious, as if he wants to see into Yuuji's head.

"Is he in a good nursing home?"

Yuuji scratches his neck. He knows he should stop talking about this. This is exactly the kind of stuff Gojo told him not to do. But Sukuna's hand is still there on his cheek, holding him gently but firm, making him look into those glittering eyes which demand an answer from him.

"He.. he's in the Tiger Residence for the elderly. It's a very good one."

Sukuna's gaze is still unrelenting, but something flickers in those maroon eyes. Recognition or approval. He nods lightly.

"Yes, that's an excellent one. But it's pretty expensive."

Yuuji thinks no one has ever looked that deeply into his eyes. Definitely none of his other clients. They don't care about knowing him or what goes on in his head or life. He feels his cheeks heat up again under Sukuna's inquiring gaze.

Yuuji tries to laugh it off, grinning brightly at his favorite client and making a dismissive gesture with his hand.

"Yeah, but it's ok. We can afford it."

He feels guilty for bringing the whole thing up. He probably made things uncomfortable for Sukuna. Usually, rich people don't like being reminded of the gap between them and others. The last thing Yuuji wants is for Sukuna to feel awkward about this.

And so Yuuji quickly does the thing he is best at and sits up to straddle Sukuna's lap, running his hands over the man's defined abs and pecs, gently caressing his nipples and leaning down to breathe a seductive kiss over his lips. He will just distract Sukuna with sex before the CEO can inquire more about the Itadori's financial situation.

It's working. Sukuna's hands land on Yuuji's ass, kneading and caressing it gently, pulling him closer and capturing his lips in a heated, deep kiss before Sukuna flips them over to take Yuuji a second time this evening.

Hours later, when Yuuji is on his way back home, walking through the rainy city with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket, he thinks that he did a good job at damage control and turned the situation around again. He managed to make Sukuna forget about the whole topic.

At least, that's what Yuuji thinks until the next time they meet.

Yuuji is standing in Sukuna's luxurious kitchen, leaning against the shiny kitchen counter while he waits for the fancy coffeemaker to inform him his beverage is ready when Sukuna walks up to him with his typical attractive smirk on his handsome face and presses a piece of paper into Yuuji's hand.

Yuuji's eyes widen in surprise when he realizes what he is holding. A cheque. A cheque over 600.000 yen.

Sukuna's voice is soft and gentle when he leans closer to Yuuji.

"This should cover a month of your grandpa's nursing home, right?"

It actually covers almost two months. Yuuji blinks at the cheque and at Sukuna, mouth opening and closing several times until he's able to speak:

"S... Sukuna no, I can't take that! Please, I have enough money to pay for the nursing home. You... you don't have to do that."

But the hand around his tightens its hold, giving Yuuji's fingers and the cheque they are holding a firm squeeze.

"I'm not taking it back. Keep it. See it as a little gift from me. A bonus for your lovely services and the charming company you always bless me with. Use it for anything you like, sweetheart. For your grandpa or for yourself. You deserve it."

Yuuji gulps hard. He feels his eyes tearing up at this sweet gesture. He isn't used to people looking out for him like that. The only one who ever did that was his grandpa when Yuuji was younger. But ever since the old man got sick, Yuuji has had to fend for himself.

When he lifts his head to look at Sukuna, one tear finds its way out of the corner of his left eye and slowly runs down his cheek. His lips tremble when he speaks.

"Th... Thank you... this is so sweet. I... I don't know what to say. You are so good to me."

He might not be very good at putting his thanks into words, but he knows other ways to show how grateful he is.

And so Yuuji wipes away the tear and drops to his knees in front of Sukuna, rubbing his cheek against the front of his pants like the good pet that he is. He's gonna take good care of his favorite client tonight. Make love to his gorgeous cock, blow him and ride him until Sukuna knows how grateful Yuuji is.

But to his utter surprise, he gets stopped by two strong hands wrapping around his wrists and pulling him back up to his feet.

He is met by a stern gaze out of those pretty maroon eyes.

"Yuuji, stop. Not now."

"But why? I want to be extra good for you today. Let me spoil you, Master, please."

Sukuna huffs gently and shakes his head, a small smile playing around his lips.

"You are so cute. But no. As I said, not now. I didn't give you the money, so you will be extra sexy to me. I don't want anything in return, do you understand that, baby? I want to help you because I care about you, and you are a good person, and it's not right that your grandpa's well-being depends on money. Let me help you. I have the money for it, and before I spend it on designer clothes, I'd rather spend it on something useful."

He doesn't touch Yuuji in a sexual way for the rest of the evening. The only thing he allows is for Yuuji to snuggle against him and rest his head on Sukuna's shoulder while they watch another movie from Yuuji's list.

Sukuna's POV:

He doesn't think of himself as an overly kind person. Growing up in a family like his, the most important thing was always to be successful and powerful. And to make it to the top, you have to be ruthless sometimes. You have to put yourself first. Only the strong survive in the business world.

Sukuna knows many of his business partners think he's an asshole because he won't let them get away with bullshit. And he's ok with that. He doesn't need people to like him. He doesn't give a damn about their opinions. If he's completely honest, he doesn't give a damn about them.

He doesn't care about most people. Sukuna has never been a very sentimental person.

So he doesn't really know why he was so touched by Yuuji's confession that he's trying his best to look after his sick grandfather. But hearing the boy talk about his grandpa and seeing how much he loved and cared about the old man had made something in Sukuna ache.

And so he gave Yuuji that cheque. Truly without any ulterior motives.

He huffs softly as he opens his desk to grab a bottle of his favorite vodka out of the mini freezer.

It's been three days since he gave Yuuji the money, and somehow that moment still lingers in his mind as if it was just a few minutes ago. That stricken look on the boy's pretty face. The big eyes filled with tears.

Sukuna fills a shot glass with the vodka and loosens his tie with the other hand.

It had felt good to give Yuuji the cheque.

Sukuna tilts his head back to swallow the vodka and leans against the backrest of his office chair. His eyes are trailing unseeingly over the fancy interior of his office. The only thing he can think of is a pretty boy with pink hair standing in his kitchen clutching a cheque and crying because someone was nice to him.

Yuuji.

He is such a sweet thing. So young and cute and a bit naive, with such a pure heart and always the best intentions. Sukuna can't help but feel protective over the boy. He feels this need to take care of him.

Yuuji just seems so vulnerable. He is so precious. Far too good for this world.

And Sukuna knows how it feels when a father figure gets sick, and you have to watch them slowly wither away, losing their strength and leaving you behind with too much responsibility and worries at a too young age.

Is that why he is so affected by Yuuji's family life? Because he can relate to how Yuuji must feel?

He has no idea. But he wonders if it's wise to think so much about the boy.

Yuuji is an escort. Sukuna should be able to draw a line when it comes to Yuuji's private life. He should see the boy as what he is, a pretty-looking prostitute who gives the best head and has the cutest ass. A professional who offers Sukuna the most exquisite pleasure.

It should be easy to see this arrangement they have as purely business. After all, it always worked that way with the other escorts Sukuna booked.

And yet, he is getting drunk in his office because his mind keeps straying to beautiful honey eyes and a sunshine smile.

Maybe he should do something about this. It seems foolish to get that close to the boy. To feel so responsible for him somehow.

But on the other hand, is it really such a big deal that Sukuna gave Yuuji money for his grandpa's nursing home? It's no different than donating money at one of the charity events he sometimes attends, right?

Sukuna's long fingers drum against the cold vodka bottle.

Yes, it was just a good deed. He was just being generous. It doesn't mean anything.

And before he can think more about it, he quickly pours another shot of vodka.

They make me CRY!!! I can relate to Sukuna wanting to take care of Yuuji. He is really such a sweetheart :( And Sukuna is so sweet to him awww.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Please let me know your thoughts. And if you haven't seen it already, please check out this gorgeous accompanying art for the series!!

Thank you so much for reading!! I am always so happy when I get nice comments for this series!!

Chapter 07

#sukuita #sukuna x yuuji #sukuna x itadori #sukuna fluff #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #ryomen sukuna fluff

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copperbadge · 3 years

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Question. When you say 'adapting into a novel'... does that mean 'wil be posted on AO3' or are we talking 'I will post a link you can buy a digital copy from'? Either is fine! Just so I know where i should be looking.

I'm actually working on what I want to do with it when it's complete right now! Normally the process is "post to AO3 for feedback" and then "Self-pub after AO3 feedback". But I think with this one I might go straight to publish once it's where I want it. I'm kind of in awe of romance novelists who can put out new content every few months, even if it's relatively shortform content, so the idea with this story is to do, perhaps not my best work, but work that's a lot faster than my normal, and see where that takes me. The original script took two weeks to write, mostly on weekends, because I was trying to hold myself to a Hallmark standard and not a Fandom standard. (To be clear: Fandom’s standards for good writing are much higher than Hallmark’s, on the whole.)

When I selfpub I always make a PDF, identical to the book, available for free, so either way you will have access to it if you can't purchase. Whether it goes on AO3 or not, links to the hardcopy, epub, and pdf will be posted to this account, so here on tumblr is where to keep your eyes peeled. It'll be probably a while yet -- the goal is just to get this draft adaptation finished by end of month, and if I get a second draft and/or a ready-for-pub version done, that'll be gravy. Especially since I have some surprise emergency travel coming up next week (nothing life-threatening or horrible, I'm just going to have to take a trip home none of us anticipated). So it may be four to eight weeks before it goes up, or slightly longer.

I'm also thinking of trying something like I've seen with a couple of indy romance novelists, where I make a version with sexy scenes and a version without both available -- I haven't written any sex scenes yet but there are several fade-to-blacks where a scene could be included easily, and the change in page count would be negligible enough they could go for the same price.

#sam writes #writing #romance novel

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cocobeanncteez · 3 years

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ATEEZ San- Back to you (oneshot)

Genre: angst, fluff, suggestive, university au.

Pairing: badboy!San x reader (fem)

Word Count: 7.3K

Warnings: profanities, alcohol consumption, smoking, mentions of bullying and cheating, drink spiking, and attempted sexual assault.

Except Ateez, all other names are fictional.

"I don't understand how these stupid people party here when we've got exams in two weeks," your bestfriend, Doyeon, muttered under her breath while scribbling down some notes. You both were at a café in your university, studying for the upcoming exams.

You chuckled, glancing up at her from your notebook. "Your boyfriend is one of those stupid people who are partying right now."

She rolled her eyes. "Believe me, I want to smack Yunho with this," she held up her notebook, making you snort. "I'm surprised you don't get frustrated when San is literally doing the same thing."

"Well, it's his life," you said. "I'm not his parent who can nag at him to study."

San and you have been dating for a little over eight months now; other than Doyeon and San's friends, no one else knew about your relationship. Doyeon and Yunho were also dating for a while now. You both didn't really know why the boys didn't want other people to know about your relationship, but you both just went with the flow despite witnessing girls throwing themselves at them everyday. Doyeon was really calm about the whole situation, but you actually weren't even though you never let it show; you were quite worried about San leaving you for other women who were like him. You never understood why he's dating someone like you: the type who rarely parties, rarely drinks, never smokes, decently studies and gets good grades, never gets involved in fights; the opposite of him, basically.

Doyeon was about to say something, but your conversation was interrupted by someone who suddenly sat beside you in your booth, placing a textbook on the table. "Don't mind me, ladies," one of your university's badboys, Kangmin, said. "There was no place to sit, so here I am."

Ji Kangmin was handsome, and a typical badboy from what you've heard. You didn't really know much about him personally, but you knew his friend group and your boyfriend's group were rivals and often got into fights.

"I'm surprised you're here," Doyeon stated, raising an eyebrow. "Shouldn't you be at some party?"

"I don't party when exams are near," he said with a small smile. "I know I don't have a good reputation, but unlike other people here who have the same reputation as me, I actually want to score well and decently graduate." You were stunned, not expecting to hear that from someone like him. Well, maybe all badboys aren't the same.

"Babe!" San whined sleepily when you pulled his blanket off his body. "God, my head fucking hurts."

"Serves you right for drinking all night," you said, running a hand through his messy black hair.

"But the party was epic," he mumbled, eyes closing at the way you played with his hair.

After a few minutes, San took some painkillers and got up to take a shower. When he finished, he immediately pulled you into a hug. "I missed you," he said, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

You chuckled. "You saw me yesterday morning."

"But that was in class," he murmured, placing soft kisses on your neck, making your heart race. "I didn't get to talk to you."

"Then maybe you should start talking to me in class," you said and immediately regretted it when you felt San tense up.

San moved a step back to look at you. "Babe, you know I can't do that," he stated. "I don't want people to know about us or start—"

"Yeah, I know," you cut him off with a small smile, hiding your disappointment. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"It's fine," he said, kissing your forehead. "Let's go have breakfast, yeah?"

"Um, actually, I have to go back to my dorm," you said, making San frown and ask why. "I've got a study session with Doyeon," you lied; you just didn't feel like being here at the moment.

San sighed, cupping your cheeks. "Babe, you study so much. These exams don't matter much."

Your eyebrows furrowed. "San, these are end of the first semester exams. They're extremely important."

San didn't say anything; he only leaned down to capture your lips with his own. "Stay for a little while, please," he murmured against your lips. Before you could protest, he kissed you again, this time more passionately. He gently pushed you onto his bed, hovering above you before reconnecting your lips. Your hands wrapped around his neck, playing with the hair at his nape. One of San's hands slipped under your blouse, moving to cup your breast, giving it a squeeze. You gasped due to his actions and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. Your phone began ringing but both of you ignored it. You were getting wetter by the second and you could feel San's growing bulge pressing against you. When your phone rang for the fourth time, San pulled away with an annoyed sigh. You chuckled, getting up from his bed to get your phone from your bag.

"Hello?" you answered.

"Where are you?! Class is gonna start in ten minutes!" Doyeon exclaimed.

"What? What class? All our classes were canceled for today."

"Mr. Byun said he's gonna take class today. Didn't you check your email?"

"Fuck. I'll be there in five." You hung up and quickly checked your reflection in San's mirror, reapplying your lip balm and tying your hair into a ponytail. San's eyes were on you the entire time.

"Are you ditching your lovely boyfriend for a class?" San asked with a pout. "Especially when you made him get all hard?"

"Yes," you replied with a small giggle. "I'll make it up to you when I'm done, I promise." you placed a quick kiss on his lips before rushing to your dorm to collect your stuff.

"Can I sit here?" you heard someone ask, making you look up from your notebook. Ji Kangmin was giving you a small smirk. "Seats are full."

"Go ahead," you said, returning your attention back onto your books. Fortunately, Kangmin studied quietly, not disturbing you even once.

"Why is this so hard?" you muttered under your breath, eyebrows furrowing in irritation due to the differentiation problem you've been breaking your head for.

"Need help?" Kangmin asked.

"Are you good at calculus?"

He snorted, showing you the cover of his textbook. "I'm a math major, darling." Your eyes widened, not expecting that at all. "I thought you knew but you clearly don't," he said with a chuckle. "But I know you're a computer science major." He reached for your notebook, scanning through what you've written. "Ah, so this is where you went wrong," he murmured before explaining everything to you.

After a good three hours of studying, you got up and stretched your arms. Kangmin helped you with a few sums and told you many tricks and tips to save time and make the problems easier to solve. He walked with you to your dorm building since his was right opposite yours. You caught a few people staring at the two of you, but you brushed it off; Kangmin was popular, so obviously they would stare. You had to admit, it felt quite weird to see people staring at you. You were sure they all would react the same way if you were with San.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Kangmin grinned, running his hand through his brown hair. You nodded with a smile before entering your dorm building.

You spent the entire week studying with Kangmin and sometimes Doyeon joined the two of you. You were really anxious about the exams, but Kangmin managed to make you calm down a little; you were really grateful for his company.

"So Jihoon asked me out and I said yes!" Hyewon said, making you and Doyeon squeal.

"Girl! I told you this day would come!" Doyeon exclaimed, making Hyewon blush. You and Doyeon teased her for blushing, laughing at how her cheeks got even pinker.

San secretly glanced at you from across the classroom, smiling at the sight of you laughing; he thought you were absolutely beautiful.

"What's he doing here?" Jongho muttered, making San and Mingi follow his line of sight.

"Probably here to find someone to fuck," Mingi said in an unbothered tone.

San focused his attention back on you until that very person tapped your shoulder. "Why the fuck is he talking to my girl?!"

You turned to look at the person who tapped your shoulder. "Oh, hey, Kangmin! What are you doing here?" you asked.

He pulled a notebook from his bag, handing it over to you. "I accidentally took your notebook yesterday, so I came to return it," he said. "Sorry about that."

"Oh no, it's okay, don't worry about it," you smiled. He was about to say something, but your professor arrived, so he had to leave and go to his own class.

After the lecture ended, you had lunch with Doyeon, Hyewon, and Jihoon at your dorm's dining hall. You couldn't help but gush about how great Hyewon and Jihoon's chemistry was; they were the cutest couple you have ever seen.

Your phone rang and you picked it up as it was San. "Hello?"

"Where are you?" San asked, sounding a little annoyed.

"At my dorm's dining hall," you replied. "Why?"

"Come to your room right now," he said and hung up before you could say anything. You quickly had the last few bites of your food before excusing yourself, telling your friends you had some work to do.

You made your way over to your room, spotting San right outside your door, wearing a blue hoodie with the hood up and a black mask. You unlocked your door with your key-card, feeling a little anxious due the serious look in your boyfriend's eyes. He closed the door before moving to sit on your bed.

"Sannie, what's wrong?" you asked, moving to stand in front of him. He stared up at you, staying silent for a while before he took off his mask, tossing it on your desk.

"Why did Ji Kangmin talk to you today?"

"He accidentally took my notebook yesterday so he came to return it," you answered honestly.

San raised an eyebrow. "Yesterday? Why were you with him yesterday?" he asked in a stern tone.

"We were studying. He was helping me with calculus."

San scoffed, getting off your bed. "I'm sure that's not what his true intentions are. Stay away from him." San's words annoyed you.

"And how do you know what his true intentions are?" you asked. "We were literally just studying, that's all."

"I don't fucking like him, Y/N. He isn't a good person and I don't want him anywhere near you. So please just stay away from him."

You sighed, glancing at the tiny cat tattoo on San's finger. "Fine..."

San gently cupped your cheek, making you look at him. He didn't like how disappointed you looked and he couldn't help but think about Kangmin stealing you away from him. "Baby... please trust me, he's just trying to get into your pants." You wanted to tell him that all those girls who flirt with him wanted the same, but you knew he already knew that and he liked the attention he got.

"Okay..." You moved away from him, picking up your textbook from your desk and placing it on your bed. "Do you wanna study with me?" you asked San.

"Nah, I'm not in the mood to study."

"You never are," you snorted, earning a wink from him.

"You study, I'll just take a nap here beside you," he said, placing a kiss on your forehead, lying down on your bed.

"Don't try anything, San," you warned him, lying down beside him. He chuckled, placing an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his body.

San fell asleep while you studied. When you took a small break, you couldn't help but admire your sleeping boyfriend; he looked so angelic... ethereal, even. You placed a light kiss on his cheek before slowly getting off the bed to go to the bathroom.

When you came back, San was awake. "How long did I sleep?" he asked in a raspy voice.

"Almost two hours," you said, returning to your bed.

"Oh... oh crap! I should get ready. I've got a party to go to tonight," he said, stretching his arms. "Do you wanna come?"

You raised an eyebrow. "You already know my answer to that."

He chuckled, kissing your head. "Have fun studying, babe."

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"Finally!" Doyeon yelled in happiness. "We're finally done after two weeks of torture!"

"Thank god we have an entire week off," you said, gently massaging your aching wrist.

"These exams were way harder than I expected," Hyewon said and you agreed. "You both are coming for Kang Hyunsuk's party tonight, right?"

"Of course! It's in a huge mansion, you know? Besides, I need to get drunk and laid in luxury," Doyeon said, making you and Hyewon laugh.

You quickly got ready at Doyeon's dorm in the evening before taking a cab to Kang Hyunsuk's mansion that was fortunately not too far away.

The mansion was decorated with LED lights inside and out. The large hall was converted into a dance floor and he even hired a DJ. You were sure more than half of the students at your college was here, and there were certainly a lot of people from the neighboring colleges as well.

Doyeon grabbed your hand, pulling you to the large kitchen where the drinks and snacks were. You both took two shots of vodka each before you greeted some of your classmates. Doyeon was already really tipsy due to her poor alcohol tolerance. On the other hand, you took another shot and you were still quite sober.

"Wow, Y/N, you look so hot!" Hyewon said, approaching you with Jihoon.

You were wearing a lacy dusty-rose bralette with black ripped jeans and combat boots. The bralette showed off more cleavage than you'd usually show, but you were feeling a little extra today.

You noticed Yunho approaching the kitchen with Seonghwa and Hongjoong, his eyes scanning Doyeon from head to toe. You nudged Doyeon with your elbow, gesturing to Yunho with your eyes. She glanced around, eyes landing on Yunho who gave her a smirk. She smiled at him before moving towards him. She whispered something in his ears, making him drag her away immediately. You weren't expecting your bestfriend to ditch you this early, but oh well.

"Hey Y/N," Seonghwa greeted you. "Have you seen San or Jongho?"

"Nope, I came to the kitchen as soon as I got here," you replied, pouring yourself another shot.

"Ah, all right." Seonghwa and Hongjoong took a drink before they disappeared into the crowd.

One of your friends dragged you outside to the area beside the swimming pool; she wanted to introduce you to some people from another university. You spotted San, Jongho, Wooyoung, Mingi, and Yeosang on the other of the pool, surrounded by girls as usual. There were a few guys there and they were all playing a game of spin the bottle. There was a girl sitting on your boyfriend's lap, and that annoyed you a lot. You couldn't do anything about it since San didn't want anyone to know about your relationship. When you got to see the girl's face, your eyes widened; it was your ex-bestfriend, Park Hyejoo. You scoffed in disbelief; San knew who she was and what she did to you in high school, yet he let her sit on his lap. You tried not to pay attention to them by focusing on the conversation your friend was having with the people she had introduced you to. It somewhat worked... until you heard cheers and whistles which caught everyone's attention.

Hyejoo's face was buried in San's neck, no doubt giving him a hickey. He wasn't even pushing her away. You felt your eyes tear up, but you blinked it away. You couldn't look away until she pulled away. And then she kissed him, causing you to gasp.

"Why are you so surprised?" your drunk friend asked you. "She fucks around as much as Choi San does. I even heard they're fuck buddies."

San pulled away from Hyejoo, but he only smirked at her, making no effort to push her off his lap. Yeosang—who was sitting beside San—noticed you watching, and he immediately elbowed San. "You fucked up big time, bro," Yeosang murmured in his ear.

"What do you mean?" San asked.

"Y/N's over there. She saw everything."

San glanced around until his eyes found your disappointed and sad ones. He wasn't even expecting you to attend the party. He scanned you from head to toe, eyes darkening due to the way you looked in that outfit.

"You dumb fuck," Yeosang muttered, low enough for only San to hear. "Are you seriously eye-fucking her right now? Put your damn reputation aside and go talk to her before you fuck shit up more, idiot!"

San excused himself, pushing your ex-bestfriend off his lap, making his way over to you. But of course, he couldn't be seen with you, so he just gestured with his head for you to follow him. Even though you were so upset, you followed him a few seconds later. He stopped at the garden where there was no one; you could still hear the blasting music from here.

San was dressed in all black and he looked absolutely irresistible. You would've asked him to fuck you right here against the wall, but you were damn pissed at the moment.

"Damn, babe," he said, lips pulling into a smirk. "My girl's looking so hot." He reached out to pull you into his arms, but you took a step back. San frowned. "Babe..."

"You knew what Hyejoo did to me," you said with a bitter chuckle. "And you let her sit on your lap." You pointed at the hickey on his neck. "You let her do that to you despite the fact that you have a girlfriend, who is in fact, standing right in front of you!" You would never lash out like this if it wasn't for the alcohol in your system. Hyejoo bullied you a lot in high school to the point where you had to change schools. San knew every little detail of what Hyejoo did, and you remembered how angry he was when you told him about it.

"Babe, calm down, please," San said softly.

"Calm down? You want me to calm down?! That fucking bitch was sitting on your fucking lap the entire time and she gave you a damn hickey! You didn't even stop her!"

"It was just a dare and—"

You scoffed. "And what about the kiss?"

"She kissed me. I didn't kiss back, I swear!"

"And you made no effort to push her off your damn lap even after that, right?"

San sighed; he really didn't want to fight with you right now. "I think you're overreacting, Y/N. Like I said, it was only a dare."

"Yeah, how about I go sit on another man's lap and suck his neck, hmm? I fucking bet you would love that," you chuckled bitterly. San clenched his jaw at your words; if that were to ever happen, he wouldn't hesitate to punch that guy.

"That's not going to happen," he placed his hands on your bare waist, pulling you against his body. "Let's not fight, okay?" he murmured, kissing your head.

You moved away from him, eyeing the hickey on his neck with disgust. "Fuck off, San," you mumbled. "I need a damn drink." Before San could could say anything, you made your way to the table of drinks beside the pool. You quickly downed three shots, eyes closing at the way the liquid burned your throat.

"Woah, woah, slow down there. You'll choke," you heard someone say from behind you.

"Who gives a fuck?" you muttered.

"Well, I certainly do, darling," Kangmin said, moving to stand in front of you. "You look really nice, even though you look like you could murder someone right now."

You glanced at San who returned back to where he was sitting before. Hyejoo started clinging to him, and he made no effort to do anything about it again. You rolled your eyes, not even surprised that your words went into San's ears and left just as fast. "Believe me, I want to," you said, feeling the alcohol starting to hit you harder.

"I don't know who pissed you off, but loosen up, yeah?" Kangmin said, pouring himself a drink. You noticed the tattoos all over his arms, one of them catching your eye. You grabbed his arm, trying to get a better look. "It's a... squirting dick?" you tried to control yourself from laughing.

"My friend's a tattoo artist and he tattooed it on me without telling me," he said with a chuckle.

"I want one too," you whined. "I want one now."

"What? A squirting dick?"

You lightly punched his bicep, swaying a little due to the effect of the alcohol in your system. "No, a good tattoo!"

"You're drunk right now, darling," he chuckled. "It's never a good idea to get a tattoo when you're drunk, trust me."

You pouted. "But I want a tattoo."

He placed his cup on the table and moved his hands to cup your cheeks. "I promise I'll take you to get a tattoo this week, okay? Now, let's go dance, hmm?" You nodded, letting him drag you inside to the dance floor.

San saw everything and his hands clenched into fists. He was so tempted to punch Kangmin and yell at him to stay away from you, but he couldn't risk his reputation like that; he didn't want anyone to know about your relationship no matter what. San went to where you were standing before, taking a tequila shot while he wondered what to do.

"Ji Kangmin and Y/N? Damn!" San overheard someone say.

"I didn't expect him to make a move on her," the other person said. "She's a goody two shoes and he's far from that."

"Kangmin likes women like that actually," the first person said. "And Y/N is very pretty. I'm not very surprised that he went for her."

"Hmm. They do look great together. He seems to like her a lot, no? I saw him walk her to her dorm last week." San's jaw clenched and he quickly made his way inside, searching for you. The dance floor was so crowded, he couldn't even get a glimpse of you anywhere. He tried calling you, but you didn't pick up. He tried calling Doyeon, but she didn't pick up as well.

"Fucking hell," he muttered under his breath, moving through tons of drunk, sweaty people, trying to find you.

After nearly fifteen minutes, he found you sitting alone on of the sofas, head resting on the armrest. "Y/N!"

"Kangmin...?" you lifted your head. "Oh, it's you."

"We're leaving," San said, grabbing your hand.

"No, f-fuck you," you hiccupped. "Go fuck off to Hyejoo." San ignored your words, taking his phone out to book a cab to his apartment. He helped you stand up and pulled you along with him. You wanted to protest, but your body was aching and you really just wanted to sleep.

You fell asleep on San's shoulder in the cab. He carried you bridal style and unlocked his door with the passcode, moving to his bedroom. He gently placed you on the bed and removed your boots. You opened your eyes due to the movement, feeling quite sick. "San..." you murmured. "I think I'm gonna throw up." San quickly lifted you up and took you to the bathroom, holding your hair back while you threw up in his toilet. He gently rubbed your back until you were done.

You brushed your teeth with the toothbrush you kept at San's place, and you took a quick hot shower, sobering a little. San gave you one of his t-shirts to wear and he dried your hair for you.

As soon as your head landed on the pillow, you fell asleep.

When you woke up, your head was pounding terribly. You slowly opened your eyes, immediately recognizing that you were in San's apartment; you couldn't remember much of what happened last night. You moved to his bathroom to take a painkiller and finish your morning routine. After you took a shower, you wore one of his black hoodies with one of your shorts that you usually kept at his place.

You felt a pair of muscly arms wrap around you. "You look so good in my clothes," San murmured, placing a kiss on your head. You turned around in his arms, titling your head back to look at him. You were about to wrap your arms around his neck, but your eyes landed on the hickey on his neck, reminding you of the events that happened last night, making you immediately pull yourself away from his embrace.

San frowned. "Babe—"

"San," you start. "Is your reputation that important that you can't even push another girl away when she's throwing herself at you? Especially when you know just how terrible that girl is?" you asked.

San took your hands in his. "Y/N, I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have let—"

"But you still did," you argued. "Why don't you want to tell people about us, San? Is it because I'm not like you or your friends? Do you think I'm not attractive enough to be next to you?" He didn't say anything. "I feel like you're just using me," you continued, remembering the amount of times you've heard people say San only screws around. "Do you even love me?" The last question made San freeze. You had fallen in love with San months ago, but he didn't know and probably wouldn't have even noticed.

You waited for him to say something, but he only kept quiet, eyes fixated to the floor. "San, I think we should just," you gulped, eyes tearing up again. "We should b-break up. I really can't tolerate this anymore..." Your words felt like knifes were constantly slicing his heart. "Don't you have anything to say?" you asked, hoping he would fight for you or convince you that continuing this relationship is worth it. You wished he would change.

"How can I when you've already made up your mind?" San murmured, avoiding your eyes. "If you think breaking up is what's best then okay..." he wanted to say much more. He wanted to beg you to not leave him. He wanted to tell you just how much he loved you. But he couldn't. Even if he tried, he just couldn't.

"I'll collect my stuff from here tomorrow," you mumbled, putting your boots on. San could only nod as he watched you.

Before you could leave, San stopped you. "I... I just wanted to ask you... if you ever," he took a deep breath. "If you ever loved me."

You smiled sadly. "It doesn't matter," you whispered, but it was loud enough for him to hear you. "Take care, San," you mumbled before walking out the door, shattering his heart.

"You fucked up even more," Yeosang said, watching San smoke a cigarette.

"That's very helpful. Makes me feel great," San stated sarcastically, blowing the smoke to the air.

"No offense, Sannie, but I agree with Yeosang," Hongjoong said. "You should've told her how you felt instead of keeping quiet."

"I know," San sighed. "But she already made up her mind."

"Dude, you're really dense," Wooyoung stated. "She asked you if you had something to say. That translates to 'fight for me.' I don't think you've noticed, but Y/N is definitely in love with you."

San's head shot up. "She wouldn't have broken up with me if she really loved me, Woo."

Seonghwa groaned in frustration. "If I was in Y/N's place, I would dump your stupid ass too."

"Agreed," Yeosang said. "I told you before, San, your reputation is going to fuck up everything. You need to let go of your past as well before it's too late."

"Ji Kangmin's got his eyes on her," Mingi stated. "I heard his friends talking about it."

"Yeah, I heard that too. Y/N is close to him," Jongho added.

San rolled his eyes, taking a drag from the cigarette. "He has nothing else to do other than stealing the girls I like."

"Exactly, and you're letting him do it again," Yunho said, taking the cigarette away from San and crushing it with his shoes. "You have to make a decision Sannie. Either you sort things out with Y/N, or you lose the woman you love to that very bastard again."

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"So you had the hots for Y/N, huh?" Kangmin asked San while he waited in line to order his drink.

"That's none of your business," San said in a cold tone to his ex-bestfriend.

"I saw you talking to her privately that day," he said, referring to the party you attended almost two weeks ago. San ignored his words. "I don't know what was going on between the two of you," Kangmin continued. "But whatever it was, I'm glad it didn't last long. I want to make her mine."

San scoffed. "You just want to get into her pants."

Kangmin snorted. "Obviously. But after spending two weeks with her, without you around, I'm quite interested. Y/N is gorgeous and has a great personality. She's a rare gem, you know? I bet she'd be just as wonderful in bed and tastes as sweet as she loo—"

San took a step towards Kangmin, grabbing the collar of his shirt. "If you don't shut the fuck up, I'll break your damn face!" San warned.

"Ohhh, I'm so scared," he teased, pushing San away. "Fuck off, Choi San. Someone like Y/N doesn't deserve a bastard like you. You weren't and will never be good enough for her." San chose to ignore him, not wanting to cause a big scene at the café. Kangmin's words stabbed him in the heart. San always thought he wasn't good enough for you, but he never expected to hear anyone say it out loud.

Kangmin's phone started ringing and he couldn't help the smirk that formed on his face. "Hey, gorgeous," he answered, loud and clear. "I'm at the café near your building, getting you your favorite drink and some cupcakes. I'll pick you up from class."

"That won't be necessary," you replied, pushing the door of the café to enter. You instantly spotted Kangmin and made your way towards him, unaware of San who was standing right behind him. "Hi!" you said to Kangmin who hung up once he saw you.

"Hey, beautiful! How was class?" he asked, secretly glancing at San; you still hadn't noticed San as your back was facing him.

"Ugh, tiring. I hate extra classes. I couldn't understand any—" your phone started ringing, interrupting your sentence. You answered the call as it was from your bestfriend.

"Where are you?" Doyeon asked.

"At the café near our dorm," you replied.

"Come over fast, we have to get ready for Hyewon's party. She wants us to come early cause she needs help."

"I'll be there in a bit."

"I didn't expect any of them to be here," you said to Doyeon while drinking some whiskey and coke from a red cup, watching your ex-boyfriend converse with his infamous group of friends; they usually went clubbing on Saturday nights. "Aren't you gonna go over to Yunho?"

"I don't wanna ditch you," she answered. You gently pushed her in Yunho's direction.

"Go, I'll be fine."

Before she could reply, Kangmin wrapped his arms around you, startling you a little. Doyeon gave you a wink before making her way towards her boyfriend, leaving you with Kangmin.

"Can we talk?" he whispered in your ear, making sure to move closer to your body once he noticed San watching. You nodded, letting him pull you upstairs. You had gotten quite close to Kangmin these last two weeks; you were really glad to have a friend like him. He distracted you from the pain you felt from not being with San anymore.

Kangmin gently pushed against the wall, trapping you between his arms. You gasped. "What are you doing?"

"I like you, Y/N," he confessed with a smile. "I wanna date you." Before you could say anything, he kissed you. You were a little too shocked, so you let him kiss you for a few seconds. When you regained your senses, you pushed him away. He stared at you, confused by your actions.

"Kangmin, I'm sorry, but I don't feel the same way..."

Kangmin rolled his eyes. "It's cause of Choi San, isn't it?"

"No," you lied. Of course it's cause of San. You were still in love with him. You didn't want to date anyone until you got over him. "I only see us as friends, Kangmin," you stated honestly. "You're a really good friend and I don't want to lose you."

Kangmin sighed. "Okay, let's just forget about this. Let's have a drink, hmm?" You nodded, following him downstairs to the kitchen.

You were talking to one of your friends while Kangmin got a drink for you.

"Thanks," you said, taking the cup from him. You took a sip of your drink. It tasted a little salty, but you didn't mind. You felt yourself relaxing a little while you nodded your head to the music. By the time you finished your drink, you felt pretty lightheaded. You clinged to Kangmin's arm. "Hey, could you take me to the couch?" you requested, words slurred. "I don't feel very good..."

"Of course," Kangmin lifted you into his arms, bridal style. He carried you upstairs into one of the rooms, shutting the door behind him with his foot. He placed you on the bed. "You don't know how long I've waited for this," he said, licking his lips while he took your crop-top off. You didn't know what was happening and your vision was really blurry. Kangmin pushed you onto your back before hovering above you. The sudden movement made your head spin even more, causing you to pass out. "Oh, too bad she couldn't stay conscious for this..." he murmured to himself. He ran his hands up from your jean-clad legs to the soft skin of your abdomen before reaching behind your body to unclasp your bra. Before he could pull the piece of clothing away from your body, the door swung open.

"You fucking bastard!" San yelled, pushing Kangmin off of you. Jongho and Hongjoong were right behind San.

"What the fuck, dude?!" Kangmin yelled. "Get out! Can't you see we're busy?!" His words pissed Jongho off. He immediately grabbed Kangmin by the collar and punched him twice in the nose. Kangmin fell to the floor, holding his broken, bloody nose in pain. Jongho wanted to punch him one more time, but Hongjoong held him back. "Don't. You'll end up killing him."

San started crying when he saw your passed out form; he couldn't even think about what would've happened if his friends didn't overhear Kangmin's friends talking about him spiking your drink. San clasped your bra back and put your crop-top on you before he lifted you into his arms. "I'm taking her to my apartment," he said to his friends.

"I'll drive you," Hongjoong offered.

When you woke up, you immediately recognized your surroundings. You had absolutely no idea of how you ended up in your ex-boyfriend's bedroom.

Your head was pounding and you wondered what time it was as it was really sunny outside. Before you could get off San's bed, he entered the room.

"You're awake," he said softly, relief clear in his eyes. "Take a shower and come eat. You must be really hungry."

"What happened? What's the time right now?" you questioned, your heart racing at the mere sight of him in a lilac hoodie and black sweatpants.

"I'll tell you after you eat," he said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "It's three in the afternoon. Doyeon got some clothes for you. There's a spare toothbrush in the bathroom."

"Thanks," you mumbled, getting up to go to the bathroom.

After you took a shower, you made your way to San's kitchen. You took a seat at the dining table, looking at all the different dishes on the table.

"You made all this?"

San shook his head. "I wasn't able to cook today. Wooyoung and Seonghwa made it. They left a few minutes ago." You noticed how tensed and sad he was; you wanted to ask him what was bothering him, but you knew he wouldn't answer your question until you ate.

You both ate in a comfortable silence. You tried to recall the events from last night, but you weren't able to. You frowned, wondering if you really drank that much.

"Are you all right, San?" you asked, settling on his couch after you both finished eating.

He took a deep breath and you noticed the slight dark circles beneath his eyes. "Can I hug y-you?" he asked, voice cracking while his eyes teared up.

You immediately scooted closer to him on the couch, wrapping your arms around him. He buried his face in the crook of your neck while he held you tightly. His body shook convulsively while he cried, his tears wetting your neck. You ran a hand through his soft hair, knowing it would help calm him down a little.

San pulled away from you, wiping his tears with the sleeve of his lilac hoodie. "I'm sorry..."

You grabbed his hand, intertwining it with yours. "What happened, Sannie?"

Hearing you call him by his nickname brought another set of fresh tears to his eyes. Your other hand reached up to wipe his tears away.

"I love you, Y/N," he confessed, more tears rolling down his cheeks. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you that before. I'm so sorry for being a jerk to you and prioritizing my reputation. I fucked up and I regret it so much." You took a deep breath, trying to control your rapid heartbeat while you listened to every word he said. "I felt like dying after what happened last night. I'm so sorry, this is all my fault," he sobbed.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What happened last night?"

"O-Oh you don't remember...?" You shook your head. San cleared his throat, trying his best to not to break down again. "Wooyoung and Hongjoong overhead Ji Kangmin's friends say that he spiked your drink after you rejected him." you froze in shock. "They immediately told us about it, and me, Hongjoong, and Jongho rushed over to you. You weren't conscious when we found you. Your top was off and he was about to take your bra off as well, but I pushed him away. Then Jongho punched him. I brought you here after that."

You stared at San in disbelief. "Kangmin s-spiked my drink...?"

San nodded. "He had it all planned. I'm sorry, Y/N... none of this would've happened if he didn't see us together." You were too shocked to say anything; you couldn't believe Kangmin would go this low just cause you rejected him. "Ji Kangmin was my bestfriend in high school. After I got a girlfriend, he acted like a bitch to me cause he wanted her. I really loved her, and she cheated on me with him. He spread a lot of false shit about me after I ended our friendship. When I tried to move on with another girl, he took her away from me too. I didn't want other people to know about us only because he would find out. I didn't want him anywhere near you because I knew he would try to take you away from me. I didn't push Hyejoo away that day because he was watching me and would get suspicious of my actions if I pushed her away. I tried my best to do everything that would keep him away from you, but I still failed..."

You burst into tears, wrapping your arms around San; you had no idea he went through all this. "I'm sorry, San. I should've listened to you when you told me he wasn't a good person," you managed to say through sobs.

"No, Y/N, I'm the one who should say sorry for not telling you all of this before." He held you, gently rocking you back and forth while he cried with you. "Thank you for rejecting him..."

You pulled away, cupping his cheek. "How could I ever date someone else when I'm love with you, San?"

His heart raced in his chest due to your words. "That's why you rejected him?"

You nodded. "And I'm glad I did."

San smiled, leaning his forehead against yours. "Can I..." he hesitated "Can I kiss you?"

"Yes, please."

San immediately captured your lips with his own, kissing you oh so gently. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He smiled, causing you to smile as well while you kissed him; you both missed this so much. The kiss was slow and soft, the two of you just wanting to savor this moment. Your hands played with his hair while his hands lazily ran down the expanse of your back. San pulled away, holding you tight against his chest.

"I know I hurt you a lot and I don't even deserve to speak to you right now... but I want to start over, Y/N," San said honestly. "I want to treat you the way you deserve... show you off to the world... I want to make things right between us. These two weeks were pure torture without you, and I realized that I can't... I can't live without you, Y/N. I really need you, baby."

You rested your head on his chest and you could hear his fast heartbeat. "I need some time, Sannie." you noticed him tense up a little and you knew exactly what he was thinking. "And no, this isn't me indirectly rejecting you or anything. I want to be with you, San. I always have and that isn't gonna change. I just need a little time, considering everything that happened." San nodded in understanding. "I promise that I will come back to you."

"I love you and I'll wait for you," San said, placing a kiss on your head.

"Thank you... I love you too, Sannie." He giggled, loving the way you say those three heart-fluttering words. He cupped your cheek to pull you into another sweet kiss, making your heart race again.

The two of you knew that no matter what, you both would always find your way back to each other.

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Far Longer Than Forever (p.p)

Word count: 4737

Pairing : peter parker

Request: YES! ANON I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. The Swan Princess is one of my childhood movie and this was so fun to write. I can’t stop listenning the soundtrack now ! I’m so sorry for the time i took to write this, i had so much work to do with school. But it’s over now and i hope you will like this !

N/A: First, gif not mine but i don’t know who i’m gonna credit on this, i have no clue...This is my first Peter Parker x reader and i hope you all will like it! As always, I remind you that English is not my native language. Don’t hesitate to tell me what you think of the fic! Like, reblogs to support. You can Love you all! xx

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As far as you can remember, you've always hated summer. Well, it was partly a lie. You loved the sweltering heat of Queens, the cherry popsicles from Delmar's, not having to worry about what time you had to get up. You liked it but hated the idea of the last two weeks of August.

This year was no exception. You looked at your half-finished suitcase, a grimace on your face. August still meant the same thing, the same routine: having to spend the last three weeks of his vacation with Peter Parker.

summer 2009

Peter Parker had lost his parents very early on, two years ago. He had lived since then with his aunt May and his uncle Ben. It was your mother's idea to introduce you to each other. Aunt May and your mom were friends from college and luckily, they lived in the same neighborhood. Your first meeting with the one who, many years later, would become Spider-Man, took place on his eighth birthday. You were invited to the party when you weren't even at the same school. Aunt May had simply shared his fears about Peter's difficulty making friends after the trauma he had experienced. Your mother, as the perfect friend that she was, had suggested that Peter and you spend time together.

There were 3 kids in total at that birthday party, you, Peter - obviously - and a boy from his school whose mother had forced him to be there, too. It was a fact; you were the only girl and you didn't know Peter at all. Your mother walked up to you, got up to your eye level and whispered

"Can you be nice? May told me she invited Peter's whole class and only this boy came"

You wanted to please your mother so you nodded before approaching the two boys. Peter and his friend were in the corner of the room, their backs turned to the adults. When you tapping the young boy on the shoulder to make you notice by him, he turned to you with a guilty expression. He had buttercream all over the corner of his mouth and he was holding a cupcake in his hand that looked delicious.

“My Aunt May tried to bake a cake, but Uncle Ben bought some cupcakes in anticipation. Do you want one?” Peter asked you in a friendly voice

“Why? Is May's cake not good?

“Uncle Ben says that she is not very good at cooking.”

You let out a little laugh and nodded your head before grabbing the cupcake with a smile. You thanked him and began to taste the little pastry with envy. It was so good! The buttercream was lemony, the cupcake was slightly lemony too but there was a taste you couldn't recognize. You were almost sure you had tasted it before, but you couldn't tell what it was. Peter and the other boy suggested that you go to Peter's room. He wanted to show you the LEGO set his uncle Ben had given him ahead of time and you followed them even though you weren't more excited about the idea.

And you were right. For several minutes, you were pushed aside while the two young boys spoke spiritedly. You complained several times that you wanted to do something else but Peter didn't seem to listen to you, too excited to finally be able to chat with someone who appreciated Star Wars as much as he did.

So you were annoyed and slightly angry with Peter but what broke the camel's back is that you started to not feel so good. Your throat was itching and you felt like your tongue was taking up a lot more space in your mouth, getting drier. Peter gave you a distracted look before his eyes widened. He let go of everything he had in his hands before running to his aunt.

"Aunt May, Aunt May! Y/N's tongue looks like a big, desiccated steak!"

"Peter, don't be rude!" she exclaimed, shocked by her nephew’s words

"No, no come see, she has a huge tongue! I think something is wrong"

Meanwhile, you ran into the bathroom at Peter's reaction. You weren't sure why he had looked at you like that, but you felt that a few things were wrong. In addition, you were more and more thirsty, your eyes also hurt. And that's when you saw your reflection. You were puffy, your tongue had tripled in size, hence this feeling of dryness and discomfort. It was the same with your throat. You started to cry and when May called you through the bathroom door, you fervently opened it.

May and your mother's expression of horror was instantaneous and your mother knew exactly what was causing your condition.

"What did she eat?"

"Nothing..." he tried to escape from being grounded

"Peter, this is very important. What did you eat?"

"We just ate the cupcakes Uncle Ben brought back"

Ben looked at May with guilty eyes. May had put so much effort into Peter's birthday cake and she felt hurt that they had bought some pastries in anticipation. Your mother was impatiently stamping her foot. It was important to know exactly what you had eaten and above all, you shouldn't waste any more time. Peter felt completely helpless. He had only given a cupcake to his guest, that’s all. What was wrong with giving someone a cupcake?

"What were those cupcakes flavor?" your mother said impatiently ...

"With lemon and almonds." he said in a very small voice.

You were panicked. And the eight-year-old that you were was not coping well with stress. Plus, your feeling of being sidelined by Peter and his friend made you feel even worse. So you frowned. You couldn't see a thing but you could feel the torrent of tears escaping your cheeks. You pointed at Peter with rage

"You tried to kill me !!!" you said somehow with your tongue as big as a little tangerine.

"It's not true!"

"Yes! You are a murderer"

And you cried even more before your mother takes you to the emergency room as quickly as possible, apologizing for the scene.

The week later, May forced Peter to apologize for giving you a cupcake, while justifying that he didn't know about your allergy. Your mother forced you to apologize for insulting Peter "a murderer" and accept his apologies.

But you spent the rest of the vacation arguing with the little guy. After all, you didn't want to be friends with a murderer.

Summer 2013

Aunt May and your mom didn't let go, however, and every summer you spent three damn weeks with Peter. The summer of your twelve years, you did not thus escape this eternal masquerade but this year, the tide had turned in your favor.

From the start, you never liked Star Wars. It really wasn't your world. You had always preferred Harry Potter and although Peter had read the books and enjoyed them - which he would never admit to you as that would amount to listing the commonalities you had - he was much more invested in the galactic universe. But on that day, Peter had particularly bothered you. He had first replaced the sugar in your hot chocolate with salt. He kept chanting silly nursery rhymes about you and the downstairs neighbor, insinuating that you were in love: which was not the case. Yes, Peter had been extremely annoying. This time Peter was getting on your nerds by bouncing a small ball against the ceiling as you tried to read your book. Uncle Ben was in the living room watching the sport - you weren't sure exactly which one since it didn't matter to you - so you couldn't go anywhere else to be quiet.

"Peter, stop it."

"Stop what?" he asked by bouncing the ball once more off his ceiling. You could even make out the smirk on his lips.

"That. Stop it! I can't read."

"This is nothing new."

You threw him the first thing you found on his desk, c.e, a banana, which he easily dodged. You groaned in frustration. May and your mother didn't understand when you talked about Peter's attitude towards you. He was a calm child, far too shy at school and interested in everything, especially science. He was looking forward to entering Midletown High School in two years. You hated that nerd side about him. Secretly, you were a little jealous of him for being the smartest in the room.

“I'm gonna hit you so hard you won't know your name anymore”

“ try me, dumbass.”

A few minutes later, he had finally stopped throwing that damn ball, but obviously Peter's boredom was driving him to find everything the most boring thing than the previous one to drive you crazy. This time, he had simply taken his favorite lightsaber - because he had several - and he was poking your shoulder to get your attention.

"Parker, stop!"

"Don't you want to drop this book and watch a movie?"

"What do you want to watch? Star Wars? No thanks ..."

"Oh come on, Y / N! I'm sure you'll like it!"

He patted you on the shoulder once more with his lightsaber.

"Do you want to play this, Parker?" you said before grabbing one of his other lightsabers

"What are you going to do? I'm sure you don't know how to fight with" he mocked.

You have lit the glowing plastic stick and you are placed in the guard position.

"Do you want to bet, knothead?"

He smiled at you and attacked you first. Strangely, this is what most resembled a moment of bond between Peter and you and deep down, you appreciate it. But you also appreciate that possibility of kicking his ass after he's been so irritating. You responded to his lightsaber attacks with ease and joy. It was playful, childish, but it was one of the few times you had fun with Peter. And you really appreciate it. Your two laughs mingled, echoing in the room.

But suddenly, as you were trying to dodge an attack from the brunet, your elbow made contact with his face. Peter's muffled cry of pain echoed and you froze. He was holding his nose with a grimace and when he took his hand away you both noticed in horror that he was bleeding.

"Fuck…"

"Pete..." you started talking

"You blew my nose!" Peter shouted

"I did not do it on purpose!" you defended yourself.

"Of course, you do! You fucking blew my nose!"

"Peter, I swear ..."

But Peter interrupted you by rushing out of his bedroom looking for his aunt who was in the office as she tried to file the important papers, that Ben and her had received this week. You were livid. First, because you didn't mean to hurt Peter on purpose. Second, you couldn't stand the sight of blood and it was literally everywhere. Peter was leaving trails of droplets on the floor of the apartment.

"Aunt May?!? Y/N blew my nose! Damn, I'm bleeding!"

After a brief stint in the ER, the rest of the stay was peaceful as you and Peter avoided each other until the end of the summer.

Summer 2017

Peter was not the Peter you had always known.

Since the death of his uncle Ben, the young man had closed in on himself and was even further away. Always so intelligent and discreet but much more distant. He had stopped teasing you or doing things that got on your nerves. He was minding his own business. And even though you had tried to be there for him, not denying him any of the offers he made to you during your stay ... you found him really ... overwhelmed. Which was still understandable.

But this year was worse than the last. May told your mother that last year Peter got an internship at Stark Industry and attended a seminar in Germany but came back with a black eye. He had been acting most weirdly ever more since then. And you could have witnessed it. In the afternoon, when you were busy, and when it was too hot, when you tried to rest, Peter would disappear for hours. When you caught him sneaking back several times, he made you promise not to tell Aunt May.

And you were starting to have theories about his nighttime getaways. After all, you were 16 and you too had started dating a few boys. But it never really worked. who knows why?! And when you wondered if Peter had a girlfriend, and who she was - he had to have one in view of all his sneaking out - your stomach twisted in a strange feeling. You didn't understand why the thought of Peter having a girlfriend bothered you so much. Over time, you had learned to be friends. It still happened sometimes that you quarreled but the events of the life made you grow up. Your parents had divorced, Peter had lost his uncle. You could tell yourself that you both had grown.

And it was one night when Peter was sneaking back in again that you discovered two secrets.

The first one: He was Spider-Man.

It was around midnight when you heard the sound of the window opening. Since your childhood and this Machiavellian plan of your mother and Aunt May, you had always slept in Peter's room during holiday and more recently in his bed. The noise alerted you and you got up in a sitting position. But the only thing you saw was a foot, placed on this said window, closing it gently. How the hell was that possible?

You were ready to scream but your gut told you to look up at the ceiling. A figure hung on it and you were paralyzed. Were you having one of those weird experiences called sleep paralysis? Delicately, silently, you grabbed the first blunt object within reach. A chemistry book that Peter seemed particularly fond of. The figure stepped on the ceiling as you were paralyzed. The form turned to land on the ground and then stood up, still with its back to you. You got up gently from Peter's bed and walked over. The man in the suit whose color you couldn't see took off his mask and you hit the air in an attempt to shoot him down. Peter turned around so quickly and blocked your gesture easily, like a reflex.

"What the ..."

"Bloody hell".

You both said at the same time. Your big surprised eyes mirrored Peter's. The curly man let go of your hand with an apologetic expression as you walked away from your friend. You turned on the bedside lamp before you discovered his blue and red costume. A very recognizable costume since it was that of Spider-Man. You winced, a look of judgment and incomprehension on your face. Not bothering to look at his face covered with bruises and traces of blood.

"What the ... are you sneaking out to go to a costume party?"

"What?! No…No Y/N I’m…”

“Spider-Man? Great costume by the way” you joked.

For a moment, you completely forgot that you just saw your friend glued upside down to the ceiling. Peter looked at you a little jaded, by the tone of your voice your guess was far from a sincere question but more of a mockery. And right now, the young man needed to be honest with you. He needed you.

"But, I am."

"Yeah that's it. And I slept with the Winter Soldier. You can't imagine what he can do with his metal arm."

Peter cut you off by pulling a web with his web shooter, tying your hands. The feel of the canvas was unpleasant, sticky but above all resistant. You let out a little cry of surprise, not powerful enough to pass the walls of Peter's room. Your eyes looked like two big golf balls, realizing that your friend was telling the truth.

"Omg, You're Spider-Man" you almost spoke too loud.

"Yes and don't make me web your mouth. May doesn't have to know"

"damn, peter. What happened to your face!"

“yeah about that…I need you Y/N, please…”

And without warning, Peter squeezed the spider in the middle of his costume, at chest level. He winced at the action revealing his bruised chest. He staggered a bit from the action, unsure of his legs and the pain in his sides fierce. You might see several bruises and cuts on your friend's body. You were having difficulty swallowing before you told him you were going to the bathroom to get what you needed. Before leaving the room, he made you promise to be discreet and not tell May anything if she ran into you. When you walk back into Peter's room, he's sitting half-lying on his bed, grimacing. You sit next to him, your heart pounding. You never noticed that he was so built. After all, as a superhero, he had to keep fit. But you couldn't deny that it intimidated you. Your cheeks were burning with embarrassment and a desire you never knew before. He had his eyes closed, as if trying to make the pain go away. And there, looking at him, you found him pretty. he was so cute that you couldn't help but run your hand through his curls to signal your presence and soothe him a bit. But Peter already knew you were there. He had heard your footsteps, he had smelled your scent, a sweet scent he had grown used to in his later years. He sighed softly, more relaxed. You started to clean the few shallow wounds.

"Does it hurt?" you asked quietly

"Mhmm no, not really."

"Did you win?"

"Ouch..No. Not tonight."

"Sorry." you said more for your gesture rather than the fact that he didn't win the fight against the bad guys.

"No, it's perfect ... it's just a little sensitive"

You smiled but something was wrong. A feeling you've never felt before. You've finished cleaning up Peter's wounds, but your gaze has darkened. As you were about to get up, the brunette gently grabbed your wrist to hold you back. He could hear your calm breathing and yet your heart was racing. He could feel the heat on your cheeks. He too felt that the tension was at its height. Your mind was muddled, he didn't know why, he wasn't a telepath, but he could see it, feel it. Your body betrayed your mind.

"Y/N, what is it?"

"I..I don't know." you lied.

"You can tell me everything."

"I ... Well…Seeing you like this ... makes me ... makes me realize that I ... I'm afraid of losing you."

"You won't lose me ... I promise"

You are ashamed of your vulnerable state. How did you go from hating this boy to having an overwhelming fear of losing him? You looked at those chocolate eyes in confusion and distress. You were now fully aware that the little neighborhood spider was none other than your childhood friend. The one you once loved to hate, tease, fight with over trivia. He was also on the youtube videos, who stopped cars with his bare hands.

“Y/N… you won’t lose me, I promise.”

Peter dared to walk slowly towards you and in a surge of courage, one of his hands circled your burning cheek, his lips rested on yours. The brunette had always had a crush on you without actually admitting it. After all, you had known each other since you were children but... your relationship had been rather confrontational. But for two years now, everything had changed for him. He appreciated more and more your little arguments, your teasing. His thoughts would sometimes turn darker when you lick your lips or when your fingers scratched that point behind your ear, when you were a little stressed.

Your lips moved between them in a harmonious dance and you were now clinging desperately to Peter's slightly sweaty brown curls. Your heart was pounding at a speed close to the point of no return, reluctant to stop suddenly in the face of this overstimulation. But all good things came to an end and you slowly walked away. You bit your lip to get the taste of Peter's back. Your mind wandered, lost in the haze of rushing feelings.

"You..you should rest ..."

You ended up pulling away, swallowing hard. That night you didn't sleep. You have studied every facial feature of Peter, thinking of every event since your friendship. The next day, you fooled that nothing had happened. Too scared of what that kiss meant to you.

Summer 2025

It all happened so quickly. After that summer, the summer of your kiss, you promised yourself that you understood your feelings towards Peter. You weren't going to the same high school and even though you were both on social media, you never dared to contact him. You needed time.

But you haven't had this time. Peter became full-time Spider-Man and then the aliens came to earth, again. The threat of Thanos hovered and within moments, days, hours ... you were gone under his snap.

When you returned to your childhood apartment, you were alone. Well, alone in front of the family who lived in this place now. The man in his forties simply believed you were a drug-hunting teenager squatter. Five damn years had passed. 5 years where your mother had a new life when you had been eclipsed. You were distraught, alone and it was by happy coincidence that you found May at the F.E.A.S.T project. It was a relief for you to find a familiar face again. She had suggested that you come and live in her new temporary apartment, allowing you to finish high school without having to move to the other end of the United States, with your mother. You declined your offer. You wanted to fend for yourself. And surprisingly, you did pretty well.

To be exact, Mr. Delmar was looking for a student to work in his store and was kind enough to greet you in the bedroom of one of his daughters who had gone to college. By the greatest of luck, you've never seen Peter. Or rather, you managed to avoid it for an entire year. You had caught a glimpse of him one day, trying to speak Italian to get a travel adapter and a dual headphone adapter. Did you feel foolish thinking that after so long - could we consider those 5 years to be 5 concrete years? - would it still focus on the kiss you shared? After all, you got away from him after that. And then, everything went in a state of madness.

Every time you turned on the television, you learned that elemental monsters had attacked a different country. They had first started with Mexico and then moved to Europe. Italy, Prague and then London. A certain Mysterio seemed to be taking care of this matter, but you couldn't help but think of Peter. May told you he was supposed to go to Italy. In fact, every time she went to Delmar's for a sandwich, she gave you an update on her nephew's trip. But it wasn't the craziest.

Upon his return ... Spider-man's identity was revealed. You had watched in horror the video of Mysterio, which appeared on the Daily Buggle newspaper, accusing Peter of wanting to be the new Iron-Man. You were listening to J. Jonah Jameson falsely accusing Peter of being a murderer. You knew Peter, and there was no way he had done such an act. The video was bogus, you were sure. When you tried to reconnect that summer, you noticed Peter's girlfriend. Michelle Jones and ... and that's what kept you from approaching him. He was already supported. He had his best friend, Ned. His girlfriend, MJ. And he had May. It was enough, wasn't it?

It was the following year, after a new incredible adventure that you met again.

You worked at the store in the evening. Mr Delmar had asked you to help him out urgently because his youngest daughter had a health problem. You accepted with pleasure. You had offered to babysit his daughter but the loving father he was wanted to be with her. And it was precisely this evening that a thug decided to steal the fund from you.

You were at gunpoint with your hands up in the air when you saw a red and black mass fall behind the thug.

"Hey buddy, I think the bank is across the street"

Spider-Man tapped the thief on the shoulder and dodged a punch.

"But I think I'll arrest you anyway if you went to the bank. You don't seem like a nice guy." Peter joked.

You were paralyzed as your friend, your best friend if you were honest, chained or avoided them with agility. You swallowed hard, unable to move or run away. A gunshot rang out and you smelled a scared little vintage. Peter squeezed the barrel of the gun in his hand, deviating from his course. It made sense now to say that he had simply defended himself against the assault. After a few seconds that seemed like an eternity, Peter stared the offender against a fridge door, immobilizing him. He then turned to you, oblivious to your identity at the time.

"Are you okay there?"

"Peter!"

You didn't give him the chance to realize and you rushed into his arms, hugging him so tight to feel the comfort of his body against yours.

"Uh, yeah, you're welcome. Cuddles are nice but ..."

He paused for a moment and his automated eyes widened. He knew his perfume. The flowery, sweet scents that he had missed so much. Is this possible?

"Y/N?"

You let go of him and immediately put his mask back on. Adrenaline was controlling your actions and god damn it, you needed that touch. You kissed him, bluntly. Your lips crushed against his in impatience, in ardor, but too bad. You needed to feel it against you, to regain the feeling that you had felt, years ago. After a few seconds, you felt Peter's hands encircle your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your heart was exploding, the ardor was present in your kiss. You were even frustrated that you couldn't grab her brown curls with full hands, settling for only the base of her hair. You let out a moan before pulling away abruptly. He had a girlfriend.

"I… I'm sorry. I… Sorry, I didn't mean… MJ… and… please don't blame me."

Peter silenced you with another kiss, shorter this time but so good.

“There is no MJ .... Just you and me ... Far Longer Than Forever”

You looked at him hopefully and then burst out laughing after his words.

"I didn't know you were so romantic, Parker"

"Shut your mouth."

"Make me"

"You are impossible."

"But obviously, you like"

He was going to say something to nag you, he was looking for it but you caught him off guard, placing your lips on his again. You could feel his smile in the kiss and you couldn't help but do the same. Anyone living in the neighborhood present in the street would have a view of Spider-Man kissing the student cashier from Delmar. But you couldn't care less. You had waited too long and the joy you were feeling now was so intense, you didn't want to stop feeling this. It is reluctantly that Peter moved away from you apologizing for the fact that he had to go on patrol again.

"Go save the Spider-Man neighborhood"

"Only if you promise me you'll be there when I get back."

"I was thinking of going to say goodnight to May instead ... But if you want, I have a sleeping bag in the storeroom."

"You are incorrigible .... See you later ..."

"See you later."

You smiled, in a misty state of bliss as Peter disappeared from view. This time, you weren't planning to escape, you wanted to fall into the webs of Peter Parker. You closed the store after the police visit and headed to May's flat. It was late but with her kindness she welcomed you with open arms.

This summer ... was the best in years but the others to come were going to be even more wonderful.

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